Can we um. Get some anidala fingering. Maybe she sucks on his fingers a little. I know he didn’t get that mechanical hand for nothing
Anon, your MIND. This is five (runon, so much punctuation, god Sam get a grip) sentences but I wrote this in like 10 minutes and just went with it, I hope you don’t mind, and uh let’s just all hold hands on this one? It’s my first time writing Anidala 😵💫
“Open,” Anakin says, his two fingers resting on her bottom lip; his voice rumbles against her back, low and commanding, sending a spark of desire straight to her cunt, the way it always does when he talks to her like this. Padme can’t help but part her lips obligingly, her tongue swirling and sucking around the cool metal until it warms in her mouth. It’s always the same when he plunges them inside her—a gasped “Ani, please” as his fingers crook upwards, hitting that spot inside her only he knows, her toes curling, her back arching against him—as he mercilessly brings her to the brink of ecstasy before withdrawing them again just as she's about to come. She almost cries out from the loss of feeling so full, still gasping for breath when Anakin—and he is still Anakin to her, despite both of them irrevocably changing in this new galactic order—gestures dismissively towards the clone standing at attention next to the throne. “Tell Senator Organa the Empress will see him now.”
Feel free to send me an NSFW headcanon and I'll write a 5-sentence ficlet here!
