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Hello! Life update: I moved apartments in the middle of the semester. October had been very hectic and I apologize about not answering requests; I've been exhasted.
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Series Summary: You are a cult leader whose words have touched naive souls like Anakin Skywalker.
Warnings/Contains: Cult au, dom! fem, sub! male, Submissive Anakin, Anakin is in a cult, you are a cult leader, manipulation, glorification of leadership/submission, glorification of religion/religious figures, depictions of unhealthy boundaries/obsession, Anakin is in his early 20s, manipulation of all sorts, false prophets, more to come as the series continues.
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Good morning/evening Bea. Iโm so glad your inbox is open again. May I request bitchy WOC reader x Sub James? {I love your married/adultery fics} please do what you will with that info ๐๐ฝโโ๏ธ
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๐ Sub!James Kelly x Dom!Fem! ๐ || 18+ MDNI
Summary: Stroking the plumber's pipe. (basically)
Warnings/contains: Original AU, James + Frankie are phony plumbers, smut, hand jobs, blow jobs, sexual teasing, dominance kink, denied orgasm, implied robbery, illegal driving, speeding etc, there is probably more I am missing, NOT proof read-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 3k // Master list!/ ko.fi tips
James dropped the cigarette from his forefinger and stepped firmly on the bud. โWhy here?โ His brother pushed hats onto their heads, โThis neighborhoodโs too nice, Frankie.โ James looked around at the large homes, foreign cars and already felt out of place.
โThatโs why we needโta hit a lick here.โ He chuckled and fixed their maintenance uniforms.
โI couldโve done this alone.โ James sneered at his brotherโs touch and pulled away. Youโre too ambitious, itโs reckless. The man thought.
โAlone? No, no.โ Frankie shook his head and gave James a clipboard. โMind taking off those gloves? Youโre drawinโ attention.โ
โIโm not going door to door with bloody knuckles, Frankie.โ
โWhatever, youโll do the talking, Jimmy. Iโll give them these.โ He flashed a stack of sketchy business cards.
โIโm telling you: those wonโt work on people who have brains, Frankie.โ He pressed a finger to his temple to emphasize his point.
โI already put them in the mailboxes down this block the other day.โ
โโฆthatโs fucked.โ James whispered as they walked up the steps to a well-kept Tuscan-style home. It was large, very large, and the two Porsheโs in the driveway only made James more nervous. The front door was ajar, and the two men could hear dogs barking. โFrankie, Iโgotta bad feeling about this.โ
โRelax, fuck, youโre making me tense, Jimmy.โ Frankie knocked on the door and James pressed the hat lower on his face. A feminine voice loudly scolded the barking dogs, some words foreign, as they listened from the door. โSpicy.โ Frankie wiggled his brow.
โShut up.โ James quickly said before the door was pulled open by your hand.
You flipped your hair, an annoyed look on your beautiful face.ย A small and well taken care of puppy in the tuck of your left arm. โCan you read?โ The two men stared blankly at you. Tan lines lay on your skin, a slight redness to your features as dark curls dressed your shoulders and framed your face. You raised a pink nail to the sign by the door. โNO SOLICITINGโ โSo, can you read?โ
โListenโโ Upon hearing the immediate lust (masked by attitude) from his brotherโs mouth, James interrupted him---
โWe are with Ace plumbing and,โ He stuttered and looked down at the clipboard in his hands. โWe were called out here to, uhm,โ He shut his eyes to avoid the sight of your swerving curves and perfect features. โTo fix the dishwasher and two clogged sinks!โ
โEh? How did youโฆโ The obedient dog in your arms looked up at you, โGrandmama!โ You yelled into the house; two large dogs began to bark again at the sound of your voice. โDid you call these men here?!โ You got no answer back from the old woman and figured she was sleeping. โWhatever, come in.โ You waved your hand and the two stepped inside.
โDid you say grandmother?โ Frankie asked without thinking as he admired the luxurious home. James flared his nose and nudged his brother behind your back.
โYes, sheโs forgetful, Mama.โ You said with a sigh as you guided them to the kitchen. โThere. The dishwasher and first sink. The other is in my bathroom---โ Interrupted by barking, you turned to the disobedient great Danes, โShut up!โ Two great Danes of tall stature stopped their barking and the room fell silent. You let the dogs out into the backyard with a curse under your breath.
โMiss, weโll get started down here.โ James said quickly. You held your hip as James lowered under the sink. His shirt rode up some as he assessed the clog; dark hair crowded his midsection.
โRight away.โ Frankie salutes two fingers from his temple.
You left the men to their work and wandered up the wide staircase. James immediately rose up, whispering firmly. โYouโre lucky I know what the hell Iโm doing!โ Frankie rolled his eyes and pressed a piece of gum onto his own tongue. โBe useful. Get the tools from the truck.โ
โAlright, boss.โ He muttered and left the house but not before taking an expensive looking candle holder into his pockets.
James checked the inside of the dishwasher and noticed how it connected to your sinkโs garbage disposal. However, it was connected to another that filtered out food from the opposite end. โShit.โ If I fuck up this job, Iโll be in debt. This damn thing is expensive.
โWhatโs the matter?โ You asked as you leaned over his shoulder. James jumped like a frightened pet and kept himself from touching you in any way. โDid I scare you?โ
โKinda.โ His voice cracked as he rubbed his hands on his jeans. โUhm, it should be an easy job. My partner is just getting our toolsโฆโ
โRight.โ Your judgmental stare was enough to make him sweat. Could you tell their real intentions here? Even so, was it enough for you to call the cops? Would you? โHow long do you think this will take?โ You were close enough for him to inhale the sweet vanilla scent from your neck, maybe incense too; something from the West indies perhaps. In those wedges, youโre taller than him, your glistening eyes bore into his.
โMaybe an hour, give or take.โ
โI donโt like your partner.โ Frankie struts into the kitchen with the toolbox, unaware of your comment.
โFrankie? Why? Heโs a good guy.โ He looks between you and his brother.
โHe took something of mine.โ Frankie paused and gulped, โDidnโt you?โ You lifted your phone. โItโs the twenty-first century. Assume everyone has security cameras.โ The two were quiet before James broke the silence.
โIโm so sorry for his behavior! Iโll fire him right now, is that what you want? Iโll drag him out myself.โ He spoke quickly to keep from choking his brother.
โAre you his boss? How do I know youโre any different?โ
โIโm nothing like him!โ James quickly defended himself; Frankie bit the inside of his cheek as the words left his brotherโs mouth. His chest throbbed with the pressure of his beating heart. You could have them both sent to jail for this, if not worse for conspiracy. โPlease. Let me stay. I can finish this and be out of your hair.โ (Your beautiful hair that smells like flowers heโd never laid his eyes on before.)Even if he couldnโt steal anything from your house, at least he could get some good money from fixing shit.
โFine. You stay. He leaves.โ You turned to Frankie, โMake sure to return that Dior candle holder before you leave.โ
James turned to his brother. โWe need to speak outside.โ Frankie didnโt like this new tone his brother took with him but chose not to argue. โI will return your candle holder myself, Maโam.โ You waved a dismissive hand, and the two men went back to the truck. โYou motherfucker!โ James grabbed his brother by the collar and pressed him against the truck.
โHey! I thought she wouldnโt notice!โ
โWell, shit, she did! Youโre lucky she didnโt call the cops on your ass!โ James kept the keys to the truck in his pocket as Frankie reached for them. โNo.โ He warned sternly and let go of his collar as to not cause a scene in the middle of the street. โWalk or call someone to get you.โ James said as he turned his back to Frankie and grabbed the candle holder from the open window.
โJames! Cโmon!โ
โGo home, Frankie.โ
When James entered the house again, you sat on a barstool by the kitchen island. โYouโre quite protective of yourโฆemployee.โ
โNo, heโs just a fuckup.โ The words slipped from his mind without much thought. โExcuse my language.โ
โYouโre excused.โ You placed your puppy on the counter to sit. โI thought you were brothers butโฆyou donโt look alike. Maybe the same mom.โ James said nothing as he unscrewed the pipe beneath the sink and began to clean it out. โIโm speaking to you.โ
โI apologize, Maโam but Iโm busy.โ
โIโm paying you.โ He nodded. โSo, he is your brother.โ A pause. You whispered something in a language he couldnโt identify nor understand before you came closer to him. โLook at me.โ James turned his head up to you and placed the pipe down. โThatโs better.โ He was still nervous youโd call the cops, turn them in, and keep his tools! โIโm not going to hurt youโฆyouโre like, uh,โ You pointed to your small dog. โRough but obedient.โ He didnโt like being described that way, but he enjoyed the idea of you watching him, giving him the time of day. โIโll pay you for the job if itโs well done but I wonโt call you here again after your brotherโs stunt.โ His shoulders dropped just slightly. โFinish.โ He gulped; the tension was palpable as you stared him down. He was unsure to cream his pants or work on the sink--- fine with either.
James began to work on the dishwasher after cleaning the pipes of any leftover food. He found a bent spoon in the pipe that kept water and anything else from going down. After cleaning the sink and screwing everything back in place, he loads the dishwasher with any stray dishes he saw and let it run after adding dish soap. The dishwasher hummed proudly as water began to slosh around and drain out of the pipes correctly.
There you were once again, behind him. He stumbled back before he managed to calm himself and speak to you, โIโm all done here. Could you show me to the bathroom sink?โ
ย โHmm, follow me.โ You led him upstairs; Although he tried to get a few good looks at your ass, it was hard to let his desire take over with your dog looking back at him. The dog growled, its small body in the tuck of your slim arm. โStop it, Peach!โ
Peach. โShe seems lovely..โ James said as you opened your bedroom door.
โShe is. Arenโt you?โ You asked the puppy and placed her onto the rug.
James couldnโt say that heโd been in many womenโs bedrooms, but this was different. Everything about the space made sense; it screamed you. As he stepped deeper into the room, he felt like he were violating some sacred space. Along the walls were framed photos of many landscapes: perhaps from your home and other places youโve traveled. He spotted a whole desk of cameras, scattered notes and sketches. Burning frankincense and sage rest on a ceramic dish by the bed, filling the room with a lovely scent. Unburned incense cones rest above the fireplace.
You stood beside him inside of the massive bathroom, โI think itโs just hair in the drain, but nothing will go down.โ He enjoyed your presence as you sat with him while he unclog the pipe--- taking his time. After a while, you mentioned, โMy husband isnโt the biggest fan of me having guests over. Especially my grandmotherโs guests. He gets paranoid.โ
โIs he away?โ
โOverseas, yes.โ
โMay I ask why? Is it for work?โ James pulled stands of your hair from the pipes and threw them into a bin.
โYes. He works for Ferrari.โ There was a trill in your voice as you rolled the rโs.
Jamesโs eyebrows raised, โThatโs amazing!โ He tried his best to contain his excitement, but it was damn near impossible. The idea popping the hood of a Ferrari and inhaling the scentโฆ โWhat does he do for Ferrari, if you donโt mind me asking?โ
โTsk, you think I care that much about his career?โ You asked with a laugh.
Trophy wife. โSorry for asking.โ He leaned on the counter as he thought of ways to keep the conversation going, โDo you work?โ
โWork? No.โ
Thatโs embarrassing. I shouldnโt had asked her that. โI like to work on cars.โ He said softly, somewhat hoping youโd ignore him.
โCars, domestic repairsโฆyouโre a technician?โ
โYou could say that.โ He said as he moved closer to you.
โTake those off.โ He looked down at his gloved hands and pulled the black plastic off. James turned over his hands. You ignored the tattoos, your focus on the swollen and skinned knuckles. They were red and purple due to the bruises with a singular, long cut along the back of his left hand. โKnife fight?โ
โYes.โ
โItโs not my business but what happened?โ
โI donโt want you to think differently of me.โ
You spoke with a smirk while retrieving a first aid kit, โYou havenโt a clue what I think of you.โ
โThatโs true.โ He paused as you found white gauze and rubbing alcohol. โI got jumped.โ He said softly. โI shouldnโt had been there anyway; itโs my fault.โ
โAt least they didnโt cut your handsome face.โ You held his chin and turned his head. He was still as you admired his features, โWhat did you have that they wanted?โ he didnโt answer you immediately and you poured alcohol over his wound. He clenched his jaw as you wrapped his hands in gauze.
โNothinโ important.โ
โWell, it isnโt everyday a technician get jumped.โ He turned his head up, โFollow me.โ
James stood frozen as the garage door opened. In a beautiful sunny yellow, a 360 Spider Ferrari with an impeccable pale-tan interior rested soundly. โIโve had dreams about this car, Missโฆโ He said under his breath, looking into the two-seater convertible.
โMhm.โ You hummed rather disinterested with the car, your gaze on the curious young man. He hesitated by the front of the car, โWould you like to take a drive?โย
โM-me? Drive?โ
You laughed and climbed into the driverโs seat, โNot in a million years, but you can sit here.โ
With a manicured hand, you rubbed the passenger side seat and James chuckled, โYou are very kind. I appreciate it.โ The engine hummed, his hands to himself while you left the driveway to the main road.
โShift the gears for me.โ James nodded, simply excited. He couldnโt believe his luck, sitting in his dream car with a sexy woman to his left. He shifted gears and you took off down the road with gusto. James gasped, holding onto the car door as the wind pressure made his body feel a hundred pounds heavier. You sat up, wearing a bright smile as you grabbed the wheel and hit a left turn.
โS- shit!โ Jamesโs heart raced in his ears as you neared eighty-seven miles per hour on the residential road.
You drove the car with ease, effortlessly flawless with a euphoric look in your eyes. He could tell you liked cars, probably more than him. Maybe not the technical aspects but the speed. Youโd never put yourself above others but how could you be the fastest going the same pace as ordinary people?
You pulled into a gas station lot and stepped out before James could offer. You stood at the pump with your back to him as if he werenโt even there. James enjoyed these feelings you evoked; they felt new and without a doubt, made him hard. You continued to ignore him as you bent down and opened the gas cap. Donโt fucking do itโฆdonโt look. He look a glance into the side view mirror, hoping to see the curve of your ass, maybe even a good view of your tan thighs. Instead, he caught your gaze on his body.
For sure, no woman has ever given him a look like that. He couldnโt read you, but this look was clear. Youโre hungry, starved and beyond willing. James never felt like a piece of meat before, never felt โeasyโ but in that moment, his face flushed and, like a bitch in heat, he made his erection obvious.
Who knew it could feel so damn good? The attention of a woman.
You washed your hands before stepping into the car. โAre you ready?โ He held a gauzed hand over his mouth and agreed. You chose to ignore his erection, as a married woman, but after all, itโs only human nature.
He shifted the gears and felt the purr like it never ended. You took the avenue that ran alongside the lake, his eyes shut to the scent of sand. Perhaps he was too distracted to notice or maybe your touch was seamless as it ventured past his waistband.
His eyebrows knit tightly, lust stained his features; the touch of a woman is unparalleled, but James isnโt familiar with that. You gently soothed the erection in his pants with a few strokes, your other hand expertly steadied the car. He wasnโt sure what to say or how to feel about your married hand inside of his pants, but it felt good as fuck. โโฆdammit, youโre big.โ You said under your breath as your fingers slipped lower to cuff his tight balls.
James inhales sharply, his hips jerking involuntarily as your hand squeezed around his hard, aching cock. He knows he should stop you, should push your hand away and put an end to this before it goes any further. But the feeling of your soft fingers stroking his sensitive skin is too pleasurable to resist. โMiss~โ
James's breath comes in short, sharp gasps as Ada continues to pump his shaft, her touch growing bolder and more confident with each passing second. He can feel the heat building in his core, the urge to thrust his hips forward into the soft feel. You pressed your thumb over the head of his cock as you stroked the top; You naturally eased the precoma from his cock like a machine. โShh- shit, Miss, please.โ
But James knew you were holding out. You could give him more. If only you werenโt drivingโฆ โCan we pull over?โ He pleads; his hand overlaps yours.
For a second you glanced at the mess of a man and rolled your eyes. You took the nearest exit and drove until you found an empty lot. โWhat is it?โ He bit the inside of his lip, staring at his disheveled pants, the head of his cock rests in his waistband. โSpeak.โ
โCould you keep going?โ A look of confusion, maybe disgust rid your face, โIโm sorry for asking.โ
โShut up.โ You rolled your eyes and lowered your head to his lap.
James lets out a squeal as your tongue wrapped around the head of his cock, your fist in his pants, squeezing the base of his cock. It felt amazing but like the worse kind of torture. The sensation of those full, soft lips wrapping around his sensitive flesh, and your tongue swirling skillfully along the underside, is almost too much for him to bear.
His legs sprawled in the passenger side; his head leaned over the shoulder of the seat. You could hear him fighting the intense feelings in his groin. His fingertips twitched as he kept from touching you--- โDonโt cum in my mouth.โ You warned, sure to squeeze his cock harder. But the pleasure is too intense, the temptation too great. James is teetering on the edge, ready to give in completely to the bliss youโre offering him.
โI wonโt. I wonโt cum.โ He said through deep exhales; his hips rose just slightly off the seat as he chased what youโre denying him. James feels his balls tighten, the pleasure cresting as you suck him off eagerly. With a strangled cry, his hips stutter. You quickly tucked his cock back into his boxers as he came, his thick load like syrup in his jeans. โF- fuck~โ James hissed as you continued to squeeze his softening shaft, collecting every drop of cum from his manhood.
You rose and licked his ear, โThatโs a good boy.โ
โThank you, Miss.โ He could feel his cum stick to the inside of his boxers, the mess was impossible to ignore.
a/n: I pray I did justice to the request!! Just a reminder, my requests are open til Oct 31st and my inbox is filling up fast. I love you all!! Have a good week, mwah!
a/n: My best fics happen to always be about james...I fear he's topping Anakin for me. Not in that way...
๐ James Kelly x Fem! Reader ๐ 18+ MDNI
Summary: A man from your past stays at your inn.
Warnings/contains: Original au, switch! male, sub! fem, overstimulation, semi-public sex, oral sex (f reciv), hickeys, agressive foreplay, trauma bonding, abandonment issues mentioned, fear kink, guns, death and suicide mentioned, reader owns an inn, kind of...proof read-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 3k //Master list!/ ko.fi tips
Note: (Obviously) spoilers for American Heist.
Wet. Soaking. His boots made an uncomfortable squelch on the hardwood floors of your home. The bell from the door rang in the corridor as you lay across the couch. โA customer?โ You whispered to yourself before carefully approaching the door. Water dripped from his person, his eyes in the shadow of his hood. โHello?โ You waited by the stairs, squeezing your phone.
He cleared his throat after what felt like days of silence, โI would like to rent a room.โ His gruff voice was deep as he pointed to the bed and breakfast sign closest to him.
โO- of courseโฆโ You caught yourself stepping backward into a table of flowers. โShit.โ You quickly caught the vases before they could fall. โAhem. Follow me.โ You walked through a short hall to the left and went behind a Cashwrap. Behind you, he trailed, a metallic jingle followed.
There at the counter, in the light of a brass lamp, his features softened. You let your shoulders drop, however still tense. โThe rooms are forty bucks a night. Cash is preferred.โ With quickness, he pushed a neat stack of cash across the counter. You took a moment to countโฆ โFour nights? Alright. All I need is a form of identification.โ
The man hesitated and touched his jacket pocket, โโฆI,โ Of course you needed his ID. What was he thinking? โI donโt have one.โ
You uncomfortably cringed, could this get any worse? The bad feeling rests low in your stomach, awaking the bile. โI canโt let you stay if you donโt have one. In case there are any damages, or you leave something behind, we need a way of knowing who you are.โ
โYeah, I understand.โ He frowned as you pushed his money back. โโฆmy nameโs James Kelly.โ You tilted your headโฆsomething was vividly familiar about his name, his face like one you recognize. You pushed the thought to the back of your mind, โIโm not from here, ok? Iโฆwas evicted and I canโt go get my shit.โ Sure, he lied. He had helped rob a bank only five hours ago.
Did he feel bad about lying to a pretty woman? Yes. Of course. You have soft eyes, not unlike a woodland creature. Just you staring at him made him feel bad for wetting your rugs, for wasting your time, for scaring you. โJames, Iโm sorry that happened but I must keep everyone safe here. That includes me and my guests. If you canโt present a valid ID, I must refuse service.โ
โโฆdo I need an ID to order something?โ He lifts his eyes to the menu on display.
โNope.โ James isnโt hungry. Heโs wet. As he looked over the menu, your long nails tapped on the cash register. โโฆcan I get you a change of clothes?โ
โIโd like that.โ
You sat across the table from him as he quietly ate from the bowl of stew. Without the hood, he looked approachable, maybe evenโฆvulnerable. In your former-husbandโs sweats, he peered up from his bowl. โDo you always eat with your customers?โ
โNo one should go through something like this alone.โ Then, he remembered his lie he told earlier. He winced, โI couldnโt imagine losing my home.โ
James took another long look at the space. Curated would be the word. Every aspect, every corner, beautiful and cozy. Not crowded but far from minimal and it smelled amazing. The scent seemed to follow you like a loyal pet, like fresh linens and lavender. โEhh, my place was ok but losing a home like this would make me go crazy.โ He smirked, โYouโve put a lot of effort into it.โ
You admired your home after him, โBought the place only a year ago. Can you tell?โ
โNot in the slightest.โ He followed your fidgeting fingers to your ring. The twin diamonds shared a place on a silver band. โโฆI donโt believe I asked your name.โ
โY/n L/n.โ
He nods in silence, โThatโs a pretty nameโฆโ He paused as you searched his gaze. โI ainโt just saying that.โ
Do I know him? Maybe from high school? No, heโs not from here. โThank you, James. I appreciate your honesty.โ You turned your mug on its coaster, โYou donโt like eye contact?โ
He scratched his neck, โNot that. Just, uhm, youโre a married woman. I donโt want to come off wrong.โ The man raised his hands before letting them fall.
โI know you mean no harm.โ Very few would agree, Miss L/n. James thought as he finished his food. โMy husband is dead, has been for five years.โ The man swallowed the juices that rest under his tongue.
โIโm sorry to hear thatโฆโ She doesnโt look a day over twenty-five.
โDo you like to watch televisionโฆ?โ
His eyes followed your form as you walked into the living room with a controller. โLike tv shows? Not really. I mean, I watch sports.โ
โEveryone does.โ You turned to James as the news played on the television. โDo you have a niche?โ His left eye squinted on its on in confusion, โLike an interest that not a lot of people would know.โ
Behind you, news coverage of a bank robbery in the city over was told in detail. His brotherโs face, along with the other dead conspirers were shown. Jamesโs jaw clenched tightly as he thought quickly, โI like documentaries.โ He blurted over the news anchorโs voice, now in the living room beside you. After what felt like an eternity, you changed the channel. He prayed you hadnโt heard any odd details that might stand out about him.
โโฆthatโs why I left the city.โ You muttered more to yourself, โNever a peaceful day.โ He remained silent, his hands to himself on the couch as a boring whale documentary played. โYou should stay the night.โ
Finally. You gave in. He was hoping it wouldnโt take this long but heโs in no position to be picky. โThank you, Miss. This means more than you know.โ He wouldnโt describe you as careless, no, but trusting. You sat on the cushion beside the stranger, legs folded under you, your guard down and your attention on the television.
โItโs no problem.โ
His glare went to the hand on your lap, โWhat was he like?โ
ย You followed his gaze to your left hand. โOh my,โ For a moment, you were silent, as if deciding whether to share this sacred memory of him. โโฆmy husband was all I prayed for.โ You lift your gaze to James. Part of him--- no, all of him wanted to empathize. Heโd lost many people he loved but he couldnโt say they were โall he ever wantedโ. โYou lost someone?โ
He unconsciously soothed his nerves, pressing the pads of his fingers against his thighs, โYes, recently.โ
โI am so sorry. You have my condolences.โ Then you went silent, you studied him with no ill intentions, just pure curiosity.
โMy brother, I would say it was sudden but, unfortunately, he had it coming.โ
โHow do you mean?โ
โHe couldnโt help himself; it was like he had a voice in his head,โ He pressed his forefinger to his temple, โโฆtellinโ him to fuck up anything in his reach.โ You raised your eyebrows and James nodded. โYeah. He practically killed himself.โ
โI understand where youโre coming from.โ On the side table past James, a photo of you and your husband rests. You both wore graduation gowns, many honor cords around your necks. โHe joined the army after uni.โ Jamesโs eyebrows furrowed as he took another look at the man. โWhy? I have no idea. My mother told me โAll men crave excitementโ. I know that. But I canโt see suicide being exciting.โ You said with a rueful smile.
James took the picture frame into his hands, โThis sounds weird, but he looks so familiar.โ He clenched his jaw and stared in your eyes. This is a gamble. โโฆLucas.โ
โH- how do you know my husbandโs name?โ
โHe,โ James stared at the photo for another long moment, โLucas was a friend of mine. We were in the same squad before Iโฆwas discharged.โ
โDid you know? What happened?โ
โI heard, yes.โย You stood and from under the coffee table took out a flat box. After a second of hesitation, you placed it on Jamesโs lap. He lifted the lid as you bit you lip and took a seat beside him, your knees to your chest. Some letters, but mostly photos your husband took of him and his friends.
โFind yourself. If you really knew him, yโโ
โHe never put that disposable camera down.โ He said under his breath. You nodded as James lifted a photograph of himself cleaning his gun, an exhausted smile on his face. โโฆโ09 if I recall correctly.โ He found another picture of himself in a bed, kicking the top bunk. โIf youโd heard the shit cominโ out of that guys mouth at midnight, youโd understand why I kicked him.โ You smirked as he offered you more photos, each with their own spill of reasoning and--- James paused on a specific picture towards the middle of the box. In the middle of a punch in the courtyard, James crouched over a man in his service uniform. โThat ainโt a good light to see me in.โ He chuckled as you took the picture. โThat was the day.โ
โThe day they discharged you?โ he nodded, โDishonorably?โ
โYeah.โ He placed the box aside and held his knees. โDamn.โ
โMay I ask, whatโd you think of him?โ
โHe was a constant when I was there. Always around, always smiling, sneakinโ that camera everywhere.โ
โIโm happy to hear that. He loved everyone there. Even that bitch of a commanding officer.โ
James groaned at the thought of the old man, โThat fuckinโ prick.โ He said with only softness in his tone. โโฆI meant to ask, do you own this place alone?โ
โMy dad has a share, but I run it myself, yeah.โ
โDo you prefer being alone?โ
โNo.โ You shook your head, โBut I canโt help it. My subconscious secretly hates me, I suppose.โ James watched you ponder, โAre you seeing anyone?โ
ย โNo, no, Iโm not.โ He placed a hand over yours. Does she see me in him? Iโm not sure how to feel. This isnโt my wife. What the hell am I doing? โAhem, I should rest.โ
You took your hand from him quickly, โI understand.โ You disappeared down a hall for a few minutes. James took a moment to catch his breath before searching inside his bag. The sound of you making the bed was a polite distraction as he accounted for his nine-millimeter and two magazines. You peered around the corner into the living room, โAre you alright?โ James tossed his bag over his shoulder and nodded silently.
He followed you into a room with a glass knob and took a place on the bed. โLeave your clothes in the bathroom hamper and Iโll wash them in the morning. If you need anything, Iโm on the third floor but call first.โ You gestured to the landline on the nightstand. โI make breakfast around 8 every morning. Checkout is at noon. That should be itโฆdo you have any questions?โ James shook his head; your unenthusiastic voice saddened him. โGood night, James.โ
โGood night.โ You shut the door softly behind yourself and blew out any candles before climbing the stairs for bed. James lay on his back, a loaded gun under his pillow. This was wrong. Heโs putting you in danger with this on-the-run shit. The wife of his dead friend. All you want to do is take care of strangers, hear stories and comfort others.
So, for the first time in years, James shut his eyes, and he prayed. The prayer felt like a plead rather than a conversation with the almighty. But praying always felt that way, especially when this desperate.
He woke many hours after 8 am, instead around one pm. On the top of the dresser, his clothes were washed and folded neatly next to his bag. On the nightstand, a cup of coffee, now cold and---
Jamesโs eyes flickered to his bag on the dresser, a silent panic rose deep within him as he rushed to the limp fabric. My gun. He searched his bag to no avail and opened each drawer, looked under the bed and flipped his pillows. Upon seeing the silver Glock glimmer, he held his chest, letting each ragged breath flow. Fuck, Iโm too paranoid.
ย James punished himself with drinking the cold cup of coffee. Soon after, he took a shower and changed into something you left out.
In the kitchen, you balanced an open cookbook with a palm on the nose of your mixer. โโฆtwo cups might overflow my bowlโฆโ You pondered to yourself before zesting a lemon.
โGood afternoon.โ
You jumped with a gasp, โOh my! Good afternoon! You missed breakfast so I brought you coffee. I hope that was ok.โ
He shook his head, โIt was perfect. Thank you.โ You blushed and finished zesting your lemon. โWhatโs that for?โ
โIโm craving something sweet.โ Your nose wrinkled at the tangy lemon zest.
He knew you were neglecting eye contact on purpose. Youโre probably embarrassed about last night. He hates to think that he made you feel that way, โIโm sorry about yesterday.โ
โNoโฆyou donโt need to apologize.โ
โI was in my head about everything, and I shouldnโt have pushed you away.โ You swallowed your spit and turned to shut off the mixer. James placed the cash for the night stay on the countertop and after a pause, โIโm gonna hit the road.โ Your nose flared as you took deep inhales to calm yourself. There was nothing you could do to make him stay. Heโs a grown man after all, but dammit, this hurt like a bitch to watch. โI appreciate your hospitality. Youโre a good woman, a great one.โ After a whisper of a โgoodbyeโ, he was gone.
โFuck!โ You whined as lemon juice spilled into a small cut on your finger. โFuck me.โ
James didnโt expect to come back the same day. After all, he took everything he owned but he couldnโt take his mind off you. What you would think, how you would feel. It drove him mad for hours, he could only imagine what it would do over time.
You were on the couch, watching something similar to the boring whale documentary from last night when he walked in. He made sure to step into your view, as to not frighten you before speaking, โHi.โ
You bit the inside of your cheek and moved back on the couch, โHi. Back so soon?โ
โIโm not good leaving.โ There he was, in a shirt the color of ash and jeans with stains that wouldnโt wash out, his eyes on the wood flooring. โMay I sit with you?โ
โYou may.โ
He took the closest spot to you and held the back of your neck. The man swiftly kissed your lips, biting and embracing them until they were swollen. He reaches out, gently tracing the curve of your bottom lip with his thumb, feeling the tender flesh yield slightly under his touch.ย Youโre still nervous and no amount of kissing would slow that, โYouโre precious.โ James drinks in the sight of your wide, innocent eyes staring back at him.
In your bedroom, he seemed to dwarf the space with his large frame. Your bed was undone but the space had clear signs of a tidy woman living there. He spread your legs on the sheets, hands settled on the curves of your hips.
He gave your neck a gentle lick before sucking tenderly on the collum of your throat. Youโre a sensitive type, too much of anything could make you wet, could make you cum. Your breathy whimpers filled his ear as he gave into you harder. You held the back of his head and kept his body close. Most of him wasnโt enough, you needed everything.
He moved across the map of your throat as your cunt clenched around nothing, craving, soaking wet. You could feel your wet panties move across your cunt as your hips shift. He could feel your hard nipples rub against his shirt, your deep breaths like an all-consuming rhythm.
He suckles harder, leaving dark hickeys blooming across your skin. One hand slides up your chest, cupping the weight of your breast, feeling it overflow in his palm. He thumbs your nipple sensitive nub through the thin fabric of your dress.
You drew your hips up against his, practically begging for his touch at your core. You were gently turned on your stomach, a comfortable pillow beneath your hips; his hand gathered your hair; his lips met the side of your neck as you held the sheets.
Your ass naturally lifts to his hips, but he forced himself to hold out. His teeth sunk deeply into your neck, just nearly tearing skin. James licked the wound before moving down your spine until he met the curves of your ass. He leaned forward into your clothed cunt, his nose pressed into your core as his lips found your clitoris.
Jamesโs tongue pressed onto your clit in between his suckles; James looks up at you, his intense gaze locking with yours as he gently eats your sweet pussy through the damp fabric. The heat of his breath seeps through the thin material, making you shudder.ย
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly drags them down, exposing the glistening folds to his hungry gaze. James takes a moment to admire the sight of you, spread out before him, pink and swollen and dripping like a bitten peach.
James's tongue finds your clit once more and he suckles the sensitive bundle of nerves with enthusiasm. He varies his technique, flicking and swirling, before taking it between his lips and suckling hard. All the while, he keeps his blue eyes locked with yours, watching every reaction, committing the way you come undone to memory.
Refusing to let up until you came, he doubles his efforts, his tongue sunk inside of your lovely walls, stroking urgently against your swollen clit with his thumb. โJames~โย Your fists squeezed shut. With that, he seals his mouth over your clit and suckles hard, at the same time, he slipped one then two fingers knuckle-deep inside your tight channel. He pumps them in and out, curling and stroking against that special spot deep within that makes your eyes roll back without a thought in your pretty head.
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Summary: Anakin is sent by the Jedi Order to your palace.
Warnings/contains: Cult au, dom! fem, sub! male, Submissive Anakin, Anakin is in a cult, you are a cult leader, manipulation, glorification of leadership/submission, glorification of religion/religious figures, depictions of unhealthy boundaries/obsession, Anakin is in his early 20s, more to come as the series continues.
Note: NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!
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Something changed. Perhaps overnight.
You called for mass early this morning, exactly at dawn. You were seated on your plush throne, a braid of dark hair around your finger as the building filled with your devotees. Some were silent, admiring you from a distance, others called out in praise, grateful to see you again so soon.
Anakin impatiently stood in the hall that led to mass, crowded with others in linen the color of pale pink. He clutched his fists, his nails dug into his hand as time ticked by.
With red rings under his eyes, the only motivation to stay awake was seeing you. Thoughts of loyalty plagued his mind after his odd night with you. What did true loyalty mean to you? How could he prove it? โYou quit your job?โ One of his housemates whispered as they took their seats in the pews.
โThis morning. The prophet said I should.โ Anakin said mindlessly, staring up at you. โIโm going to volunteer in the garden now.โ
The man nodded and nudged his housemates, โThatโd be nice. We could see each other more often.โ
Anakin shushed his friend as you began to speak, the entire room fell silent. โโฆgood morning, my little doves.โ Collectively, the many said their โgood morningsโ back. You beamed, keeping a hand over your chest. โThank you for joining me so early. I had a terrible vision from the heavens as I slept.โ
Anakin hung off your every word, practically foaming at the mouth.
โSomething is coming, my doves, and I worry that a force plans to take you away from me.โ As you walked down the aisles of pews with a mournful expression, the mindless men and women empathized, some reached out for you, others began to cry themselves to comfort. โYes, I worry.โ You paused for a moment, savoring the attention they so simply gave, hands outstretched. โLook around.โ Anakin stared around the packed church, walls lined with followers, some listened through the windows and halls.
โWe are many butโฆthis isnโt enough.โ Your tone betrayed your phony act for a moment. โAhem, those who do not believe will burn in the afterlife for eternity. Those who leave our commune will suffer. Unimaginable pain in life and death.โ The weight of your words sat heavy in Anakinโs chest. He couldnโt imagine leaving you! This is his home! You are his living, breathing Goddess. The young man couldnโt fathom why anyone would leave for that matter.
โMy doves, you are gracious people. That means, we must save the damned.โ You walked back to your place, above the crowd of servants. โThat is why I have decided to send a few of my doves to the inner rim.โ There was a long moment of whispers, gasps and even laughter. โWe will convert; we will save.โ You wore a warm smile, your eyes stilled on Anakin as if you could hear his thoughts.
A warmth ran down his spine, his shoulders tense in an effort to make himself as small as possible. โBy the next Eclipse, my precious doves will return with more. Only then will we have enough doves to bring peace.โ
โEclipse.โ Anakinโs body went frozen. That word, that one word. A few beads of sweat went down his temples as he lifted his head. From across the room, his eyes locked with you again, a silent mania that only you recognized. For that short moment, Anakin remembered. He remembered the mission, the cause, the threat. You.
He was a Jedi, yes, sent here one, maybe two years ago by men he had long forgotten. He recalled peace meetings, and arguments, yelling and ill wishes. Something about a sick queen, a dying one. Yes, how could he forget? His eyebrows furrowed as he reached for something on his hip. โโฆmy destined eclipse.โ You said softly, two hands over your bosom.
As soon as it came, it went. Anakin smile retuned, not able to keep his eyes off you for too long.
Two years ago.
Anakin wasnโt sure why they chose him instead of the skilled Masters whose power surpasses his own. When he got the assignment, he stared at the holotable for a long while, unsure. Watch over a queen. Heโd done this before. According to the council, well enough to be admirable.
He held his hands, staring up at the ship that would leave him behind on this planet. Obi-wan was somewhere far, taking care of matters that dwarfed his own. He was never a timid type but here, with no one, nothing but unreliable comms and a lightsaber, he was alone.
Bustling. That was one word to describe the palace. Bustling and never-ending. โExcuse me, I am here to visit the Queen. May you help me?โ He asked an official in thick garments before he was escorted to a throne room. Past it, a quiet garden. Although small, it was well attended to. A range of little buzzing insects slept in pods of flowers, others working diligently.
Anakin stared ahead at the woman on her knees, surely the soil was staining her white dress. He hesitated before taking a knee, โGood afternoon, my queen.โ
Speaking very softly though aching vocal cords, you managed, โAnakin.โ
As sweet as the nectar from the hanging fruit nearby, his name flowed off your tongue. His eyes shut; an unexpected empathy warmed his chest. โYes. Anakin Skywalker.โ He could feel your exhaustion, your pain, your weakness but no worry. It all rested low in your heart, settled right at your core.
A sing came from the bracelet of small keys around your wrist; he figured a family heirloom of sorts. โA jedi? You are just a boy.โ You whispered. He sat beside you in the soil, his cheek in your palm. The warmth of your hand was that of sunrays on an autumn morning. Your beauty comparable to the look of infinite serenity. Something about you was so new yet so nostalgic, it nearly brought him to tears.
a/n: I'm going to try to update more frequently but I am a uni student lol. Verrrry busy.
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OMG ANGEL IM THE ANON WHO LEDT THST ASK ABOUT THE CULT LEADER READER IM SO HAPPY ITS OUTTTT it was so good!!! Sorry for being late I forgot im always anon tumblr needs an update where you can send anon asks AND get notified if the ask is answered
Thank you for reading! Chapter 2 will be out on the 17th!
I had no idea that Tumblr doesn't notify...that's odd...๐ฏ thanks for bringing that to my attention lol.
a/n: Back with a little somethin...Request from like a month ago...If i find the req, i'll reply.
๐ Anakin Skywalker x Princess! Reader ๐ 18+ MDNI
Summary: Warming up to your new bodyguard, Anakin.
Warnings/contains: enemies to lovers, original au, dom male, dom femme, forced submission, sexual intercourse, p in v, choking, prolonged sexual tension, sexual teasing, proof read-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 1.7k // Master list!/ ko.fi tips
Anakin's eyebrows furrow as he feels the princess's gaze boring into him; Your eyes narrowing slightly as you appraise him with clear disapproval. He can practically hear your thoughts, see the disdain written across your beautiful features. It irks him more than he cares to admit.
Who do you think you are, looking at him like that? He's a Jedi Knight, not some lowly servant---
โYouโre huffing.โ You said before raising your novel higher, blocking the unsightly view of your bodyguard.
โI am not.โ
โYou. Are. Breathing. Hard. Take a run if youโre out of shape.โ
"Princess," he says, his voice tight. "I'm here as your assigned protector, not your pushover. I advise you to focus on the threat against your life."
โHow many times must I say it?! I do not want you here!โ
Anakin's eyes narrow as he stares up at you from your canopy bed. He can't believe your arrogance, every day, like clockwork, dismissing him so firmly. He's not some toy you can send back because it doesn't suit you. He's a Jedi, sworn to protect the innocent, and that includes spoiled royal brats like you. He won't be brushed off so easily.
"Send another?" he asks, his voice tight with frustration. "I'm afraid it's not that simple, Princess. The Jedi Council assigned me to this mission personally. They chose me for a reason - because I'm the best at what I do. I didn't come all this way to be cast aside because you don't like the way I exhale."
You climbed off your bed and stood tall against him. โโฆyouโve got some nerve.โ You muttered bitterly before snatching the lightsaber off his belt. Anakin grinds his teeth as you toss his lightsaber somewhere far. He listened to the loud clatter as it knocked over a vase, shattering it.
However, his expression stayed firm. He was confident his weapon was fine. It was you. You were the issue. โRest assured, as soon as I get the call back to Coruscant, I wonโt hesitate...โ He took a step back.
Anakin takes a deep breath, reminding himself of his duty. He's here to protect you, not indulge his own ego. He tucks his lightsaber back into its holster, the familiar weight a comfort. โPrincess.โ He dismissed himself, going wherever you werenโt.
Later that day on the dry courts, you played some game he had not recognized. With little racquets, you and the ladies of the court drank wine and clumsily swatted at balls. โHa-ha!โ Your obnoxious laugh rang in Anakinโs ears. He couldnโt control how his eyes rolled.
Pets run around the lawn and your puppy, a little tan creature, insisted on biting at Anakinโs robes. โYouโre just as bothersome, rodent...โ He muttered to the pet before pushing it away.
He can't help but feel out of place, a warrior among the extravagant finery. His black Jedi robes stand out starkly against the colorful dresses and the vibrant greenery that surrounded the few. He stands further from the courts, not wanting to intrude on your revelry, but his eyes are constantly scanning the surroundings.ย
โIt seems my new pet would rather keep his distance.โ You chattered, obviously tipsy, to your friends.
Anakin's eyes narrow as he watches you laugh cruelly at his reaction to his alienation. He can feel his face heating up with embarrassment and a touch of anger. "I am not a pet.โ
โAm I speaking to you?โ You asked firmly. The womenโs laughter died as you held a moment of eye contact with the general.
Anakin clenches his fist, his cybernetic hand whirring softly as he struggles to control his temper. The insult stings, but he knows he can't rise to the bait. โNo, my Princess. You were not speaking to me. I apologize for any disturbance I may have caused." He keeps his gaze fixed on the horizon, refusing to meet your eyes again.
How dare he ignore you? How dare he break eye contact after that pathetic apology?!
โGet the dogs off the court!โ You spat to the butlers. It was true, you were a brat, entitled and rude at times but Anakin really brought it out of you. โUselessโฆโ You whispered to yourself, stomping off.
After you left, the women began to gather their things. Anakin stepped forward to the court and with a gentle but firm hand, he scoops up your puppy, murmuring a soft calming phrase under his breath.ย โโฆyouโre alrightโฆitโs alrightโฆโ
Some nights later, you sit on your marble balcony, biting your bottom lip. The breeze flowed in your silk robe, and through your hair, letting it whir around your head. Anakin ate from a leftover dessert tray, popping the sweet bits into his mouth. With every new flavor, his eyebrows raised. โโฆmhh, coconut.โ He steered away from the tempting wine bottle that lay in a bucket of ice.
Through his thoughts of soft delicacies, he heard you speaking to yourself from the balcony. Anakin startles at the sound of the princessโs voice, his heart leaping into his throat.ย He keeps a respectful distance, not wanting to intrude upon your private moment.
And yet, he can't help but let his gaze linger on the curve of your backside, the way your hair spills down your back, the soft rise and fall of your body as you breathe. There's a vulnerability to you in this moment, a softness that he rarely sees.ย He wiped his crumbs onto a towel of yours and swallows the last of what he chewed. โM- my princess? Are you alright?โ
You looked over your shoulder before turning back to the view of your kingdom. โFine.โ
He found himself stepping closer to youโฆso close your eyebrows furrowed. โWhat do you want?โ He stared at your red eyes before wiping your face with the sleeve of his night robe. You were still, an awkward and contorted expression on your face. โI am not a child. I need not be comforted by a man.โ
He stepped back, taking the far side of the balcony, his back to you. โI donโt think lowly of you.โ
โShould we throw a party?โ You asked sarcastically before hiding yourself behind your hair. โLeave me be.โ
โYouโre impossible.โ
โI am not!โ
Anakin groaned, his cybernetic hand clenched tight, โWhat do you want from me? What can I do make you happy princess?!โ
โNothing.โ
โNothing?โ He took a step closer, โNothing at all? No one can ever satisfy you. Not me. Not your friends or lovers. Not your pets or meaningless belongings. Nothing. You are a sad woman.โ
You sat up, tears in your eyes, โโฆyou donโt know me! You donโt know my kingdom nor my people. You are a stranger. You hold no rank on this planet and when morning comes, I want you gone.โ
โThat is not for you to decide. Your father-โ You began to walk away from him, strutting back into your bedroom before Anakin grabbed your wrist. โYou will listen to me.โ Your eyebrow raised as he drew you back.
Swiftly, you clutched the hilt of his lightsaber. The saber ignites in your hand, its blue light hummed. The light was mesmerizing, your eyes on it as he glared at you. Anakinโs hand overlapped with yours, โYou donโt know what youโre doing. Youโre an entitled child. Let it go.โ
โMake me.โ
โI wonโt put my hands on a woman.โ
โChoke me.โ
He knows he should refuse, should walk away and report this disturbing request to the Jedi Council. But there's a part of him, a shameful part, that chilled with excitement. A part that craves dominance, the utter control. Just once. Just once he could make you submit. โNo.โ he said firmly.
โโฆdo it.โ
Without another word, he leans in, his large hand wrapping around the slender column of your throat. His fingers sink into the soft flesh, feeling the delicate bones and the racing pulse beneath his palm. He applies the slightest pressure, watching your face intently for any sign of distress or regret. He didnโt need to make contact with your flesh to hurt you but there was something about your soft skin, your throbbing heartbeat, under his clutch that make his cock swell under his night robe.
He keeps a small part of his mind clear, focused on your wellbeing and the need to stop if you asks him to.ย As he clutch your windpipe, he thought of every condescending moment, every time you yelled at or pushed him away.
Finally, you let go of the lightsaber which he returned to his hip.
Your eyes flutter back into your head as you lay back on your sheets. He stayed above you, watching as you slowly surrendered to him. This was a reckless act, dangerous none the less but how could he stop? You sighed, your hands came to his wrist, keeping him steady.
Anakin's heart pounds wildly as he feels the princessโs body trembling against his robes, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The power pulsing through him is intoxicating, the knowledge that he holds your life in his hands, that one wrong move could snuff out your existence was enough to make him moan.
His grip remains firm, not relenting, as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your ear. "Breathe."ย The man half-teases, his nose in your hair. Your vision grew blurry, breathless whispers he could not understand. A tense moan left your throat as you came, the knot in your core tight and left unsatisfied.
Anakin turned you onto your side, his body spooned yours with a heated passion. He leans in, his lips brushing against your neck, feeling the racing pulse that still hasn't slowed from your climax. His voice is rough, tinged with a hunger he can barely control. "Tell me to stop, and I will.โ
He pushed away his robe and positioned himself at your entrance, the thick head of his manhood pushing insistently against your slick, heated folds. With a slow flex of his hips, he sheaths himself inside of you. A shudder left his lips as he grinds into your velvety cunt.
When you whined too loudly for his liking, Anakin quickly places a hand over your mouth, muffling your lewd cries.
a/n: something short...chapter 2 of Eclipse will be out on Sep 17th.
OMFGGG CULT LEADER READER???? AHHHH IM SO READY. Iโm getting the hint that they will be nice and motherly to him BUT IDK I love this concept sm. Anakins mommy issues will be so fun to watch
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He fixed his collar and twirled a curl over his forehead. Blue eyes peered ahead at the double doors, somewhat ajar, allowing candlelight to spill into the hall. โAnakin.โ He paused for a moment outside the door, his heart pounding in his chest as he heard your voice, that rich, commanding tone that sent a shiver down his spine.ย
The way you said his name, it was like a reminder of your ownership, like a collar. He grounded himself in the comfort your aura provided. Then, with a newfound sense of purpose, he opened the door and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit with white candles, the shadows dancing on the walls as if beckoning him closer. And there, in the center of it all, you lay across your loveseat. โWelcome, Anakin.โ
He shut his eyes as his cock twitched. My name. His sock covered feet rubbed against each other as he finally met your gaze. โGoodโฆโ He cleared his throat, โGood evening, my prophet.โ
โA beautiful evening. What is that there, in your hands?โ Anakinโs glaze switched between the tray of sweets to your face, his face turning pink. โCome closer.โ He obediently kneeled below you, holding the tray outward. You gasped, โOh my!โ Chocolate covered strawberries. โThatโs a favorite of mine.โ
I know. โI read your books.โ
โI am eternally grateful for that.โ You held a hand over your heart. โThank you.โ
Anakin felt like a fangirl, sweating and salivating in your presence. His effort meant that much to you? Heโd never felt so needed, so appreciated before and the conversation just started. โYouโre welcome, my prophet.โ
Anakin's throat tightened as your allure drew him in with a divine grasp. The perfection of your curves mesmerizing him, the black lace of your dress clinging to every curve in a way that made his mouth go dry. He felt his eyes widen, drinking in the sight of you, the way the fabric hugged your figure like a second skin. It was a sight of pure, unadulterated temptation, a sinful indulgence that he knew he should resist, but couldn't.
He found himself leaning forward towards you, close enough to feel the heat emitting off your skin, to catch the scent of your perfume - a mix of something uniquely you. It filled his senses, clouding his judgement, making it hard to think of anything else but the way you looked at him, the way your eyes seemed to see right through him. โI called for you because I have something for youโฆโ
โMe?โ Perhaps it was the diet you put the hive on, but he was weak. Weak in mind and spirit, like a sheep following a beautiful Shepard with a bundle of wheat in her hands. He couldnโt help himself.
โYes. You.โ You moved the tray of sweets to the tea table and took his cheek into your hand. He leaned into your palm, his eyelids fluttering closed for a brief moment as he savored the contact. It was a gesture of intimacy, of affection, and it made his heart ache. โAm I important to you?โ You asked softly as his eyes reflected his fear of rejection or misunderstanding you.
โYouโre my reason for living. Iโฆโ His lips fell onto the skin of your wrist. Anakin is what you would call โeasyโ. โI love you.โ He said through passionate pecks. It never took much for him to give it up; you found that amusing.
โAnakin.โ You sung with a laugh as his kisses ran higher.
โYes, my prophet?โ
You lift his chin with your fingers. โFocus. Finish speaking.โ
โEverything that I once wanted, I have right here with you. My prophet, I am entirely and completely devoted to you.โ He took another inhale of your perfume, โI hope I wasn't too forward.โ
โYou did just fine, Anakin.โ He stammered as you drew him against you. Anakin didnโt hesitate to hug you, his nervousness still in the air but faint. โYour loyalty means a lot to me.โ His body twitched in places where your long nails scratched softly at his skin. โI nearly forgot, I have something for you.โ
Anakin stared curiously at the pen on the veranda. A small lamb lay asleep in the confines, its pink nose shuddered with each exhale. โItโs cute.โ You said softly past his ear, โI want you to have her.โ
โMe! U- uhm,โ He held the back of his neck, โI work with sheet metal and pipes all day, I canโt take care of her.โ He said softly, petting the sleeping animal. It looked so vulnerable yet content.
โIf you need more time on your hands to take care of her, you should quit your job.โ As the moons began to cross the sky, you were quiet. A rather large distraction in the humble atmosphere as you stood regally against the doorframe, waiting for his โyesโ.
โYouโre right. Iโve been meaning to leave that place anyhowโฆI just donโt think Iโโ
โAnakin.โย He looked over his shoulder at you. โWhen the force gives you a blessing, you accept it with open arms. Just as I accepted you.โ Your firm voice sent a chill down his spine. Naturally, he bent to your will, your wants.
โY- yes, Maโam.โ Anakin carefully picked the sleeping lamb up and let his fingers slip through his thick white coat. โIโll quit and take good care of her.โ
Your smile was kind, almost playful as he nervously giggled, โI knew I could count on you, my angel.โ Out of the hundreds in your hive, you asked for him. Him! Once a Jedi, then a mechanic, now, yours. Anakin belonged to you, nothing more, nothing less.
A collared pet.
โCome here, let me get a few photos of you both.โ You stepped inside to get a camera before holding it up to your face. Anakin holds the lamb to his beating heart as you took a few pictures. He wasnโt sure what you planned to do with them, but he smiled, nonetheless.
With your hands on his waist, Anakinโs muscles tightened, his gaze on the Polaroids of himself. He looked different than when he last saw himself, nearly a stranger. โIโll keep these safe with me, Angel.โ You closed the small box that kept the photos and locked it with a small key; One of many around your charm bracelet. โWell, itโs getting late.โ
โYes! A- ahem. Good night, Maโam!โ
โAs for mass tomorrow, Iโll be expecting you.โ
โI wonโt be late!โ
After being dismissed, Anakin hurried across the compound and into his shared house. His sock covered feet pressed on the soft sod, leaving marks of his presence. Moonlight followed his shadow into the house. He took a breath, holding the soft animal in his hands. โI should give you a name.โ Anakin whispered kindly as he tucked the lamb in bed, breaths against the top of its head. โโM not that good with names, โm sorry, girl.โ He paused, โTwig. I like that. Youโre a bit on the leaner side anyhow.โ He kept stroking the top of her head. โI hope I can sit up close during mass. The closer to her, the better.โ
โAnakin?โ One of his housemates pushed open the cracked door and peeked her head inside. โWhereโd you go?โ The girl asked while rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
โThe prophet called me to the house.โ He whispered.
Her eyes widened and she kneeled on the floor beside him, โW- what! Why? Did you do something wrong?โ
Anakin shrugged as he started to come down from the high of being in your room for so long. โNoโฆshe gave me her.โ He said with a nod in the direction of the lamb.
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a/n: Anakin is 21-23 here, I just love his short haircut; I liked the idea of him staying on Tatooine after his Mother's death. Knowing him, he would've left regardless but please, let me fantasize in peace. ๐คง
๐ Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader ๐ 18+ MDNI
Summary: You are Anakin's close friend on Tatooine.
Warnings/contains: smut, p in v, best/close friends, friends with benefits, sexually experienced Anakin, Anakin doesn't leave Tatooine after his Mother's death, hand job, nipple play, alcohol consumption, sexual teasing, characters are 21+, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 2k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls
โI need aluminum.โ You said as you pulled off your head scarf; Grains of sand collected at your feet.
Although Anakinโs back was turned to you, there was no mistaking your voice. โAluminum isnโt cheap. May I know why you need it?โ Sparks flew from whatever he was meddling with, hunched over a low sitting desk. You made your way over to where he was and covered your face with one of his welding helmets.
โIโmโฆmaking something.โ
He stopped what he was doing and raised his own helmet, โI could barely hear you, what was that?โ
You did the same, โIโm making something.โ You repeated shyly, picking at the skin around your nails.
Anakin looked about the space, then to the entrance. His jaw clenched at the sight of the sand you brought in. โYour curfew, Y/n.โ His tone was set firmly.
โIโll be quick if you are.โ You waved a hand to his piles of scrap metal, messy and ruined, organized, nonetheless.
For years, Anakin has felt an obligation to you, felt as if whatever punishments you had to endure were his fault; whatever you needed, he had to supply. He dug through a pile in the far corner of his space before stuffing a bag full of scrap aluminum, unconsciously picking the cleanest ones for you. โHere.โ He offered the bag to you; his bright eyes were wide as you took his cheek into your hand. Smooth, tanned skin glistened with sweat, bits of sand stuck to his person; it would take an eternity to get every grain off his body, but you were willing to do so.
You took a deep breath before pulling back, the bag of aluminum to your torso. โGood night.โ You whispered. He smiled; his hands trembled as he slid them down his tunic. โโฆsay it back.โ
โGood night.โ With that, you turned to leave. โWait.โ He stepped to you with something in his hand and paused, โBlue. Iโฆthink it looks very pretty on you.โ You looked down at your attire before lifting your eyes to him.
โThank you.โ
The mechanic scratched behind his ear before offering a pendant on a simple silver necklace. โI donโt know what kind of stone it is. Seemed harmless when I got it.โ You raised the jewel by its chain; the light of dusk beamed through, creating a few shapes on your beautiful features. โItโs for you.โ
Anakinโs jaw went slack as you spoke, โAnakin, it is lovely.โ With his assistance, the necklace rest against your bosom. You pulled him into a hug, the linen garments you wore felt cool against his hot skin. He took a breath as he faced the ceiling, trying his hardest not to inhale your scent.
Unaware of his struggle, you left a kiss on his cheek. His eyelids felt heavy as they sat low, stopping didnโt feel like an option as he backed into his desk. His lips were spread as he huffed, your allure intoxicated him. โYour curfew.โ
โI am a servant, not a child.โ
โThey will punish you.โ He murmured in the small space between your lips.
โI do not care.โ
โYou never do.โ He pulled the scarf over your head and face. For a moment, you frowned. Anakin gave a woeful nod, โGo on.โ The desert around his home began to cool as the sun hid the last of its light.
โCome with me.โ He shook his head as you pulled him by the hand, โWe can drink, play a game or just talk. They would never hear us in the servant quarters.โ That hopeful smile you wore, that cute laugh was enough to coax him into following your lead.
โI will go with you, but I canโt stay long.โ
He snuck around the side of the large home, examining the fence before climbing over. You left a candle ablaze in the window which he was supposed to sneak into. When Anakin spotted it, he stared for a moment before climbing into the room. You carried two bowls in your hands before kneeling at the small tea table.
โAre you hungry?โ
โThirsty.โ
You ran your fingers over the metal hilt of his saber, each ridge and plating. Anakin was silent as he watched your gentle embrace. Heโd never paid that much attention to his lightsaber, never cared enough. He chewed the last of his food before pushing the bowl across the table. โMay I know why youโฆcame back?โ
โI canโt bring myself to leave her.โ He gave a nod to the sand.
โYour mother.โ Again, he nodded as moonlight streamed into the room from behind you. โโฆIโm sorry about what happened.โ A pause. โI feel selfish for saying: Iโm glad you came back.โ He gave a hum, perhaps acknowledging what you were saying or even agreeing.
โYes, quite selfish of you.โ Anakin remarked sarcastically.
โOn a serious note, have you thought of going back?โ
โTo The Order?โ He kept his voice low, โNo, they donโt need me.โ Anakin gave his attention to the hand-woven rug beneath you both, picking at it mindlessly. You pushed the hilt of his lightsaber into his hand.
โShow me a trick.โ
โI donโt know many.โ Anakin smirked as you begged, your lips pouted. Reluctantly, Anakin raised his saber and watched the blue light ignite. โTa-da.โ You gasped, hugging your knees as you sat beside him.
โIs it heavy?โ He shook his head, โCan I touโโ
โNo.โ Anakin took your hand from reach and guided it to the hilt instead. โOnly here.โ He gently overlapped your hands, your body between his legs, your back against his chest.
โWhy does it hum?โ
โYโknow, if I did more of my assigned readings as a Padawan, Iโd be able to tell you.โ
โLie to me.โ You shrugged, mesmerized by the blue light emanating in the dark room.
Anakin paused to think as you gave him your weight, his eyes on the top of your head. โMy lightsaber humsโฆbecause it is constantly gathering energy from the force to maintain its power.โ
โThatโs believable.โ You turned your head up to him; dark hair framed your flushed face. โI want you to stay.โ
He chuckled, โI told you; I donโt plan on leaving Tatooine again.โ
โI meant, leaving me tonight.โ
โWhy would I stay tonight?โ He drew his thumb over the back of your hand.
โBecause I want you here. Because I donโt want you to be alone.โ
โIโm not alone. Iโve got R2โฆa- and Iโm working on something new.โ You put a hand on his thigh to which he soon followed with his. โI should get back before-โ
โBefore what?โ
He let his fingertips run over the back of your hand, โBefore I overstay my welcome.โ
Your lips lingered by his neck as you nodded. โWe wouldnโt want that.โ
His breath caught in his throat, โY- yeah.โ
โMay I give you a parting gift?โ He gave a swift nod before your lips met the side of his neck, gently sucking. Anakinโs eyes shut as a few moans left his pink lips. Your tongue was soft as it dragged up the collum of his throat to the sweet spot behind his ear.
Anakin let the saber extinguish before he turned your body until he could cradle you in his arms; A hand on the back of your head to keep your lips there. โKeep~ going.โ The man huffed as he drew you impossibly closer. You continued your breathtaking attack on his throat, leaving plum-colored bruises on his skin.
โHold still.โ A pent-up whine left Anakinโs mouth as time dragged slowly. Each pass of your fingers against his cock seemed to stimulate every nerve beneath his sensitive skin. His fingers twitched in your hair as your hidden palm jerked him inside his clothes.
A gentle bite was left on the shell of your ear, his breath warm against it, โCome closer.โ Without a moment to hesitate, your thighs straddled his. โI love you.โ Anakinโs arms wrapped around your waist, yours around his neck.
He basked in your scent as the cool desert breeze flowed into the room. He hadnโt recalled when you undressed, perhaps he did it himself, drawing up the linen to reveal your smooth and tanned skin. His thumbs taking a moment to embrace your hard nipples, his hands cuffed the soft mounds of your supple breasts.
Anakin didnโt hear you whisper that you โloved him moreโ, he didnโt need to hear it, he had felt the unconditional emotion for years.
His skin obsessed over yours, sweat-slickened and clinging to every inch he could find in the dark room. Persistent as he was, the tip of his cock pressed against your sopping pussy, โTake meโฆplease.โ Anakin whined once more as your thumb brushed his cheek. He guides your hips down, slowly taking every inch to fill your velvety cunt. โM- mhh!โ Anakin leaned into your touch as he rocked his hips beneath you.
The knot in your stomach tightened, a welcoming pleasure. Your dear friend filled your cunt so deliciously, so perfectly, like a perfect puzzle piece. He kissed your neck patiently, each embrace even, countering each pass inside your perfect pussy.
You leaned deeper into him until he lay back on the rug. His paled eyes caught a strip of moonlight as you shyly rolled your hips, seeking the same pleasure he so simply gave you a moment ago.
His hands glide along your spine, you arch your back as goosebumps raised along the skin. Anakinโs eyes shut; his dark eyelashes shifted as he struggled to keep himself from grasping you tighter. The blue pendant around your neck rocked with every grind into your body, its metal glistening.
He wasnโt sure what made him pull you against him, a hand on the back of your throat as he raised his knees. Perhaps it was a primal instinct but that was the last thing on his mind as he bucked into your cunt, relentless and desperate. Desperate to please, desperate to go deeper.
Your gasps and stifled moans ensued an incentive: your orgasm. He couldnโt wait to feel it around his cock. Your perfect nectar would coat his manhood, your walls would tighten as would the rest of your muscles. And when youโd peak, a perfect plea would leave your lips. The sweat on your breasts and forehead would glisten with your exhaustion as your back arched away from him.
When he brought you there, you lay on your back, fingers lost in your own hair as he fit between your body, one foot over his shoulder. Your toes cured as he moaned deep inside of your mouth, his tongue tangled with yours.
โI love you.โ
He stared at the ceiling as you lay on your side, your breasts left exposed as your hair decorates the cool pillow. โIโm sorry for leaving you here.โ His hand tightened on your hip; his skin still damp with sweat as he lay flat. โDo you forgive me?โ
โWas this an apology?โ
He nodded stiffly before turning to you. โYes.โ
โThen I forgive you.โ The man let out a sigh and let his eyes close.
a/n: let me know if I'm spelling Tatooine wrong. I dont think so...