#senator reader

-You wished you could sell the material more fairly, since other regions priced the cure out of reach for those who needed it. Unfortunately, the current system made that impossible, so you worked around it by producing the medicine locally, keeping it affordable in your own region for your citizens and those who came seeking for it.

-In the Senate, you were considered the oddest senator. While you did not openly oppose the caste system, you did not enforce its laws in your region. And even when crimes occurred, punishments were measured to the offense, not to one’s function.

-Personally, you despised the caste system. You did not believe a Cybertronian's worth should be measured by their alt-mode or function. If it were up to you, you would tear it down and allow it to be forgotten in history.

-But, unfortunately, due to the corruption that reeked from every corner in the Senate, you had to play compliant. If you were to be terminated from your position, your citizens' safety and well-being would most likely be put into jeopardy.

-When it comes to the other senators, they do not hesitate to take things that could amplify their power and status in the system.

-And after working so hard to make your region safe for your citizens, you could not afford to lose your position in the Senate. You could say that you were their shield from the corruption that tainted every other corner in Cybertron.

-You attended the meetings when they were mandatory, but most of the time, you found some excuse or claimed you had other important matters to attend to. You disliked most of your fellow senators, especially Proteus.

-You found him, and his views on the people of Cybertron repulsive.

-Shockwave was perhaps the only senator whose company you enjoyed. Unlike the others, he showed decency and did not share the caste system’s rotten ideals.

-Most of the time, you remained in your home district, managing local affairs and interacting with your citizens from time to time. 

- You actually enjoyed speaking with them, learning about their days, and checking on workplaces to ensure safety standards were met.

- This also allowed you to hear and address issues that might have gotten buried under the mountain of datapads in your office.

-The Senate saw this as you being soft or sentimental. Because why would a respectable member of society such as yourself interact with bots lower than you?

-Your citizens, however, adored you for it. 

-Despite the limited resources, you worked hard to ensure your citizens had jobs, affordable essentials, and that the taxes were fair enough to support the public needs.

-You directed funds into housing, infrastructure, mining equipment, and research projects. You even offered loans to help workers start businesses, which in turn supported your region’s economy.

-Despite your region’s small reputation, it was one of the least corrupt places on Cybetron, with a remarkably low crime rate.

-Even bots from different classes got along well.

-And due to your much more compassionate nature, you were re-elected through honest votes, unlike most senators who relied on manipulation and coercion.

-To your citizens, you were like a friendly neighbor, someone they could greet in the streets and trust with their taxes. And due to the low crime, you could move freely in the streets.

-Sometimes when new people come to your city, they would not even realize you were a senator after talking to you. Despite your wealth, you lived modestly, not dressing yourself in gold or living in high luxury apartments. So, it was easy for newcomers to take you for a regular citizen.

-Though often left alone, you occasionally became the target of schemes after refusing proposals that could strip your region's natural resources dry or transferring your region's workforces to much dangerous environments.

-Despite staying on the caste system, you were quite strict when it came to your people’s well-being. This often drew the ire of more powerful senators.

-This led you to be a target of assassination attempts. You managed to survive them thanks to luck and your own combat skills. Living in such a corrupt system, even you needed to be able to defend yourself when necessary.

-Sometimes, some of your citizens rallied to protect you. Being one of the only decent senators, they were not willing to lose you easily.

-The culprits behind the assassination attempts would not be a secret to you. You were not naive to think one of your fellow senators wouldn't try to have you removed indirectly, especially after refusing one of their proposals.

-However, due to your low influence, the best you could do is to stand unbothered by these attempts.

-And due to you being well-liked by the public, the hitmen were often exposed and caught, ending the threat to your safety.

-When the Decepticon uprising began, you considered remaining neutral since not many rebellions lasted against the Senate. But when they endured the Senate's attempts to silence them, you started to favor them. You believed in letting them be heard and saw the possibility of the caste system being finally put to reconstruction.

-You even aided Senator Shockwave and the enforcer Orion Pax when you heard about the Senate's plot to cause terrible evil to Cybertron's people.

Rex wasn't a man to do things by halves. He took his duties to the republic and the GAR very seriously. He valued the friendships he had and the lives of his brothers above winning the battles he often found himself thrown into the middle of. Although he wasn't interested in the politics of the war, he had found himself with an unexplainable attraction to a certain senator. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). At first, it started out as a friendship but soon blossomed into something more. Rex found himself thinking of (Y/N) during his quieter moments on the front lines of war and often wondered what battle she fought in the unwinnable battlefield of the senate. 

He discovered another of (Y/N)'s battles when he returned to Coruscant for shore leave, deciding to surprise her with a visit. When he entered (Y/N)'s apartment, using the code she'd so kindly given him. It was as quiet as a tomb, nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. To the point Rex had convinced himself (Y/N) was at the senate building, preparing for or involved in some sort of debate, no doubt about the war. (Y/N) was a senator after, and a damn good one. 

Just as Rex was about to pick up his helmet to leave. He heard (Y/N)'s voice, quieter than normal, no louder than a whisper. Filled with sadness and sounding as if she'd been crying. With little thought, Rex had followed the trail of her soft but hurt-filled voice, forgetting about his helmet. Instead, his focus was on finding (Y/N) and finding out what was causing her to be so sad and distressed. Rex's immediate thoughts had something to do with politics, it wasn't unusual for (Y/N) to be strong in front of her colleagues but show her true feelings on something in the privacy of her own home. 

When Rex reached the refresher door, he could hear (Y/N) voice far more clearly, hearing her words. She was talking to themselves, critiquing something, and calling herself stupid. Almost instantly Rex felt the urge to walk inside and reassure her, she wasn't stupid, she'd done their best. He'd believed it was about a political debate. So was surprised when her words truly hit him. 

(Y/N) wasn't critiquing her abilities as a senator, no she was pointing out flaws in their appearance. Things that Rex hadn't noticed or even seen before. Things such as her nose being too big, or her eyes being two different shades of the same color. Even critiquing how she looked in certain dresses, how they looked bloated in some and too skeletal-like in others. Even commenting on how other senators had seen the obvious imperfections and flaws, but been too polite to voice their thoughts, instead (Y/N) theorized her colleagues would laugh and make fun of her behind her back. 

"You should have worn a different outfit (Y/N), no one ever takes you seriously wearing it. Blush Pink doesn't suit you" rambled (Y/N), as she started about the dress she'd chosen to wear that day. The one that had the gold accessories to go with it. "It makes you look frumpy. shows all the bumps and lumps" cruelly spoke (Y/N), her words harsh and unflattering. void of the love and kindness Rex had come to know. 

Rex didn't think twice before opening the refresher door, a stern look painted on his features, ensuring (Y/N) knew he'd heard her words and now knew the secret she'd tried so very hard to hide from him. A secret Rex made no attempt to hide his disdain for. Tears soon began to make (Y/N)'s eyes shimmer in the dim glow the vanity light offered, once the shock and horror had worn away. Her knees weakened as she waited for what she believed was Rex's inevitable agreement and harsh comments of criticism. (Y/N) at least hoped he'd be the one to finally voice what he truly thought of her, about the imperfections and flaws she knew everyone could see, and made fun of her. 

"I liked the blue dress you wore when we first met" voiced Rex. Recalling the silky cobalt blue dress well, it had silver accessories and a light petal-like overcoat. Rex had mistakenly believed she was queen from an outer rim world, only to be corrected by Echo, who explained she was a senator and one that supported clone rights. Often being the voice, that prevented the clone's needs and rights from being completely ignored. "You're being too hard on yourself Princessa" commented the Captain of the 501st, as he gently took hold of her hands, and pulled her from her seat on the closed toilet. Pulling her to stand before the mirror in front of him. To face the object she hated so much. "Point out what you see as a flaw and I'll tell you what I see" challenged the great captain, noticing (Y/N) staring at him through the mirror, as if trying to figure out if he was joking or being his normal doting self. 

"My eyes, they're oddly shaped and the color doesn't match" whispered (Y/N), pointing to her reflection, still with the mindset the mirror never lied, even if the people around her did. Rex simply turned to look at her closely, shaking his head before placing a gentle kiss on both of her eyelids. Hearing a small giggle escape her. "My nose, is too big, there's a bump on the bridge, and it's crooked, nothing seems to make it look right" she continued, watching via the mirror as Rex lifted a hand to gently stroke his fingers around her nose, wiggling it slightly, with a childish smile placed firmly on his lips. 

"Nope, no bump there. and if it is crooked, it's likely from the bar fight you got into the night we met" exclaimed Rex, recalling the night so clearly. Even now he still struggled with the idea of such an elegant lady hiding such a tough secret. He still felt sorry for the civvi to have been on the receiving end of her anger and the shoe upside the head. "Your shoulders are knotted from bearing the weight of a war few others see. And your hands are perfect, do you remember when you slapped that senator silly for his comments" spoke Rex, his rough callous hands on her smooth shoulders, feeling her relax, as she began to see through the flaws, seeing what he could see. 

"None of my dresses can hide my stomach. Most of them make me look bloated and frumpy" began (Y/N), as her hands reached for her clothed stomach, grabbing at the area she was convinced she needed to lose weight from, that and her hips and thighs. Rex simply shook his head, before turning her to face him, upon doing so, he got to his knees and wrapped his arms around her torso. Pressing his lips to her stomach, in a sweet gesture only a lover could do. 

"Do you remember what you said to me when I told you I was insecure about my blonde hair?" asked Rex, from his place on his knees before her, untangling her arms from her and once again intertwining their fingers. His honey eyes never once left her soft manicured hands. He waited patiently for her to voice those same words, even more so when he so often drew confidence from them, and sometimes reiterated them to cadets who felt as he had. 

"You're blonde hair isn't a flaw, it's a gift. It makes you unique. Don't be ashamed of what makes you different. Embrace it" whispered (Y/N), as she recalled the words, as if she'd spoken them just the day before. At the same time, she pulled Rex back to his feet, seeing nothing but love glowing in his honey eyes. Seeing nothing but warm affection radiating from him. He was the most perfect man she knew and spent most days wondering how she'd been so lucky. 

"Whether you realize it or not. You'll always be perfect to me Princessa" whispered Rex, placing a soft kiss on her temple and working his way to every place she'd pointed out as a flaw, occasionally whispering what made her perfect to him. What made her the queen he still believed she was? Only being willed to continue on by her sweet giggles and the familiar smile returning to her painted lips. 

Batfam: Trick N’ Treats

Batfam x !platonic male reader

Halloween preparations with the bat family this will be interesting

(Y/N) had been busy all day. And not to mention the annual Wayne preparations were today. It was the thing all of the Wayne kids had done.

So here he was at the Manor. He would much rather be at his apartment sleeping or eating day old ramen. But alas Steph would kick his ass if he bailed on this.

He had been bailing on a lot of things recently. Mostly since he stopped begin a hero. Him and his dad didn’t really see eye to eye on that one. Hell some of his brothers stopped talking to him.

Steph, Jason, and Babs were the only reason he even came. He just had to survive one evening with his family.

He knocked on the door and waited. Alfred opened with an unfazed look. Damn the old man knew he was going to come.

“Master (Y/N) you almost missed pumpkin carving. I do believe you should hurry.” Alfred said

“Thanks Alfred.” He said going to the back yard where everyone was.

“Just breath it’ll be fine.” He said opening the door the the back yard.

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Creepypasta: This is Halloween

Hoodie, Jane TK, Eyeless Jack x !platonic gender neutral Reader

On All Hallows’ Eve the monsters come out to play. Or Jane, Hoodie, EJ, and BEN each encounter someone else from the forest.

He saw someone or something. But what or who? Jack thought there weren’t many forest creatures in the forest tonight because of Hallows’ Eve. It had to have been a person.

Jane walked through the neighborhood fitting right in tonight. She hunted on dumb drunk teens tonight. They were always easy targets. Someone ran into her sending them both onto the ground. The other person was gone before she got a good look at them. But they seemed young. Not a kid. But probably a teen.

Hoodie was sent on a snack run by nomination from the other proxies. It sucked because it was Halloween. Everyone walked around not a care in the world tonight because they fit right in. But as Hoodie was grabbing snacks at the gas station he noticed another person. A teen. They were covered it what had to have been fake blood. He dismissed it and payed for his stuff and left.

Tim was watching the news as usual in the mornings. Nothing really caught his attention. The normal “Halloween Blood Bath” from the anchorman rang out. But something was different. There was a kid missing.

No one went missing on Halloween without their body showing up the next day. He dismissed it as they had just not found the body and didn’t pay attention.

Later that evening him and Tim sat watching the television. News on again. The kid was still missing.

They showed a picture of them. Their name being (Y/N) (L/N). That was the teen he saw last night.

“The teen went out with their friends for a night of Halloween fun but their friends were found murdered in the junk yard. If you have any information on (Y/N) or the children who died please call this number on the screen.”

EJ walked through the woods. It wouldn’t be a smart idea to hunt right after Halloween. The night always put people on edge. He saw someone a little ways off. They looked up at him. They stayed like that for a moment till the other took off. EJ tried to follow but it was almost like they disappeared.

Jane saw a teen standing right outside Slender’s territory. They were in unclaimed land. Nobody owned it except for unwanted’s and those who choose to stay unaligned. The teen held a hatchet in one of their hands. A dirty backpack beside them. If they would come closer to Slender’s territory maybe she can help them.

But then they noticed and ran.

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DSMP: Ghouls come out to play

DSMP x !platonic GN teen reader

Filming the SMP is always fun but it’s especially fun when some of them have to be in full makeup and can scare others

Schlatt and (Y/N) had just finished their filming for the day. Both had full makeup because they were both ghosts. Halloween episodes are always fun.

But now came the real fun. Scaring people. Schlatt was more intimidating than normal in this get up. And (Y/N) well they looked like someone who would definitely haunt you.

“This is going to be so much fun!” They exclaimed Schlatt chuckling but agreeing.

So they set out. Whoever could scare the most people would win. And they set out.

Schlatt was able to get Fundy, Quackity, Karl, Sapnap, Antfrost (and by default Redvelvet), Charlie, Wilbur, Niki, and Minx (who was visiting to be in the Halloween episode.)

(Y/N) got the entire Bench Trio in one go which was very funny, Purpled (only because he was to distracted by the game on his comm), Puffy, Foolish, Hannah, Ponk, Hbomb (but in fairness they scared each other because uhh he was filming a cat maids episode), and Michale MC.

They were having the time of their life and so was Schlatt. Well until Phil and Sam told them to stop. The two were then forced to go and take off the makeup.

“We are so doing that again!” They whispered to Schlatt

“Oh definitely!” He whispered back

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Star Wars: Scary Stories

Clone Wars Characters x !platonic fem Senator reader

When the festivals of a far away planet begin and the Senator can not attend because of the war she brings the traditions to the people of Coruscant.

“Sister I want to come back for the Hallows’ Eve harvest but I must attend to my duties here. ……. I know. …….. Tell mom and dad I miss them. ….. Have fun and save me a candy apple.” She said hanging up the call on her comm.

She looked longingly at the Halloween dress she had bought for the harvest. Her favorite part was telling spooky stories to the children. And then of course spending the night at the market messing around with friends and family. Not having to attend to duties.

But with the war times like that have gotten incredibly scarce. Normally if she had to miss a holiday she would still celebrate with other Senators who also had to miss traditions. But alas many of the Senators were busy.

So she decided to go out. See if anything interesting was happening on Coruscant. She grabbed the black clock that had purple stitching. It was the one she wore on Halloween. It had once been her mom’s. But she didn’t get far before she was stopped by a group of clones.

“Ma’am please remove your hood.” Rex called out seeing the woman. She slipped her hood down and Rex was able to recognize her as one of the younger Senators. One who was from a planet close to the outer rim.

“Uh I was just going to go out for a bit. I’ll be back I promise!” She pleaded

“Sorry Senator you know it’s to dangerous without an escort.” Rex said. He was just waiting for Anakin to finish his conversation with Padmé.

“I know.” She said a longing look in her eyes

“What’s wrong Senator?” He asked. He probably shouldn’t but she was young. Probably not much older than Snips.

“(Y/N). My names (Y/N). And I’m just upset that I can’t attend the harvest. It’s a tradition. But with the war I need to be here if anything happens. Oh crap I didn’t even ask your name! Im so sorry! What’s your name?” She exclaimed

“Names Rex. And I wish I understood more. But you could tell me about it. I have a feeling I’m going to be here a while.” He remarked smiling at (Y/N)

“I think that’s a great idea Rex.” She declared sitting on the ground next to Rex. He chuckled at her. This Senator was definitely peculiar.

2 hours later

Rex had been very interested by everything. She had told him several stories. Told him about the different foods. And why it came about.

She had given him a few holo-discs saying she had extras. They were of different films. Some funny others scary.

Rex now really wanted to try a thing called caramel apples. They sounded really good. He also wanted to see everyone dressed up. Maybe he could start a tradition similar to it in the 501st. It’d be a good moral boost.

The young Senator had gained a friend that day. And more than a few allies. She treated every clone she met as an individual and not the same. Rex was a good friend to listen to her rant about Hallows’ Eve.

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Anakin had been gone for months. While you were busy yourself with the Senate, you often lay awake at night wandering where in the big wide galaxy your Jedi lover was.

When he left, he had just cut his Padawan braid. He had joked about his head feeling off-balance now, but you could see the pride gleaming in his eyes. He was a Knight now, fast-tracked into the real world of the Jedi because of the war. 

You worried about it. Transitioning from a Padawan to a General so fast… it must have been hard for Anakin, even though he never showed it over your occasional hologram calls. You remembered the first time you saw a holo-video of Anakin, a Jedi reporting back to the council on the affairs of the war. You just so happened to overhear his name and stopped in to listen. 

He had an army. And you had watched him go charging headfirst into a battalion of droids, blaster shots shooting in every direction, leading thousands of clones into enemy fire. He was young, too young to be a soldier. But, so far, he had yet to come out with a loss.

“The Hero with No Fear,” they had been calling him. You had even seen his face spring up on a few posters, seen him advertised as propaganda on the holonet. He was quickly becoming famous across multiple star galaxies, not just as the Chosen One, but as a war hero. You wondered if he knew, and laughed to yourself when you imagined him boasting about it.

But months was far too long to sleep in a bed all alone. You had only just deepened your relationship with Anakin, and you yearned for his touch, dreamed about feeling his skin against yours once more--

There were rumors the 501st was coming back to Coruscant. You dismissed many rumors these days, as they were just people squeezing every drop of excitement they could out of the war. However, it couldn’t stop you from hoping as you made the bed up for yourself tonight, smoothing out the pillows and lingering a hand on Anakin’s side.

You wanted him home.

No matter how hard you wished, or how long you cried into your pillow, there was nothing you could do but wait and pray that Anakin was even alive to return to you. So here you were again, sniffling softly as your tears stained the sheets, shivering from the absence of the man you loved most. 

You didn’t even hear the door open. Nor did you hear the call of your name the first time, or the second. You thought it was just your imagination, and you were going so out of your mind that you were even hallucinating his voice now. But no-- your bedroom door opened, and a tall silhouette stood in the frame, blocking the light. Tears dripped down your cheeks, the remnants of your sorrow, and they changed from disbelief to happiness.

“Y/n?” he spoke first. “What’s wrong?”

You ignored him, and instead launched yourself off the bed and into his chest. You slammed into him so hard the breath was knocked out of both of you, but you didn’t care. Your fingers grasped at the leather armor of his back, and you held on hard, fearing he wasn’t real.

“You’re here,” you cried. 

“I’m here.”

He pet you hair for a while, allowing your heartbeat to settle and your tears to slow before gently maneuvering you over to the bed. You clung to him the entire way, refusing to even give him an inch to breathe. 

When you felt like it was safe enough to let go without him disappearing, you pulled back and studied his face. There was that new scar he had told you about, the one from Ventress. It was newly healed, and slashed down his face in a reminder of how ugly war could get. But it was the same Anakin, the same blue eyes, the same sweet smile, the same broad shoulders. Except… one thing.

“Your hair is curly,” you remarked. Then laughed tearfully. “Your hair is curly.”

Anakin lifted an eyebrow and looked up at his bangs. “Yeah?”

“I didn’t know,” you toyed with the ringlets by the nape of his neck. Your gaze dropped to his lips, and that familiar yearning returned. You wanted so badly to feel them against yours, to coax that familiar spark back to life after having it lie dormant for so long.

“You can kiss me,” he said, and so you did. You closed that distance, pressing your lips firmly against his, tasting the salt of your tears on his pillowy softness. Even though you were not the one returning from a mission, it felt like coming home.

You enjoyed the longer hair he now had. It sifted through your fingers like silk, the curls tickling the back of your palms. Visions filled your mind, of his head between your legs, your fingers gripping his hair to keep him there; of him on top of you, sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead; of your back bowing off the bed in completion, fingers twisting into his curls as you came undone.

Anakin, of course, watched all of this play out in your mind. 

“You like it that much?” he laughed against you, fingers sneaking down your sides. 

You merely hummed against his lips, shutting him up with another hard kiss. It was hungry, frenzied. You needed him now as much as you needed to breathe.

“We can make that happen,” Anakin muttered again, lips sliding against yours wetly. He pulled at your nightdress, and you raised her arms so he could slip it off. The goosebumps left on your skin was chased away by Anakin’s wandering hands, one warm and one leather. You remembered a time when he had been too nervous to touch you with it, but now he was using it like he had been born with it. You bit his bottom lip approvingly, dragging it out between your teeth.

Anakin’s cheeks erupted in flame. He had never seen his soft, sweet lover to be so… feral. Every other time you’d made love, you had sat back and enjoyed the way he made you feel. Now, you seemed intent on dragging as much pleasure out of the both of you as you could, like wringing water out of a cloth, and he wasn’t used to seeing this filthy side of you.

But oh, was he about to indulge.

Pressing you back against the mattress, Anakin covered your breasts in his large hands, squeezing. His lips ventured downward, swollen and wet from your kissing. He wrapped them around your nubs, and you writhed underneath him. Every touch was golden, but you wanted more, you wanted everything. So you ripped your own panties off, and then got to work on Anakin’s belt. 

He helped you remove the heavy thing, the lightsaber bouncing against the floor as he dropped it aside. Next came the armor, and the shirt underneath, and then he was left in just his pants and boots.

He pushed himself off of you for a moment in order to work on the clasps of his boots. 

“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered, and you shivered at his commanding tone. It was new, and you imagined he used it while ordering his men around on the battlefield. The thought made slick pool between your thighs, and you reached a hand down like he had asked to spread it around.

His eyes darkened as he watched you, hastily ripping his boots off and then ridding himself of his pants. He palmed himself through his boxers as you dragged her fingers through your folds, circling your wetness around your clit. Wanting to put on a show for him, you closed your eyes and moaned softly, biting down on your lip. He released a low sound from his throat.

“Inside,” he nodded his head at you. His chest was moving up and down in rapid succession. It was clear he was enjoying this as much as you were.

You slowly trailed your fingers down, taking your time to feel yourself before you rubbed your fingertips over your entrance. Your hips bucked up on their own accord, catching the tips of your fingers and causing you to slide them in the rest of the way. 

You moaned louder this time, and reached for Anakin’s hand.

“I want you,” you whined, moving his hand to your heat. “You touch me.”

He held himself over you with his mechanical arm by your head, and circled his flesh thumb over your clit as you fingered yourself. You sucked in a breath of air, the feeling of his hand on you so much better than anything your touch could bring yourself. 

Before long, he was batting your hand out of the way and fully replacing it with his own. His fingers filled you up nicely, hitting just the right spots, making you twist and turn beneath him.

But you wanted more, wanted to see Anakin lose it just as much as you were. So you smoothed your hands down his torso-- much more defined, you were pleased to find, from the last time you had seen him-- and rubbed his stiff member through his boxers. He sighed, bowing his head so that his bangs were tickling your forehead. 

“I just need you inside me already,” you decided, feeling that suffocating feeling from before, like if he wasn’t in you right now, you would drown.

Anakin rocked his fingers deep inside you, probing that spot that caused your legs to shake and vision to white out. Your momentum faltered, but you managed to quiet your sounds by biting your lip and pulled Anakin’s briefs down. His member stood upright, stiff and glistening with precum in the starlight. You gathered it in your palm, pumping him up and down as he did the same to you.

“Anakin,” you prompted again, wiggling your hips impatiently. He never was good at following orders. He gave you a punishing twist of his fingers, dragging a loud gasp out of you before he replaced his hand with the tip of his dick.

“For a Senator, you sure are short on patience,” Anakin teased. He rolled his hips forward, entering you in one fluid motion. You scraped your nails against the skin of his back and shifted your hips upward, seating him as far inside of you as possible.

Once he was all the way in, you breathed a sigh of relief. The ache from being stretched after so long felt heavenly. You swore that even if neither of you moved another inch the rest of the night, this would be enough for you. Just the feeling of him inside of you gave you all of the relief that you needed-- he was here, he was safe, and he was inside you.

“Y/n, can I move now?”

He was also impatient.

“For a Jedi, you sure have little restraint,” you threw his earlier words back at him, but smiled as you said this. You loved the blissed out look on his face, the pleasure hazing over his eyes. This was still a bit new to the both of you, and you thought you’d never tire of seeing him indulge himself so deeply, especially since he never was allowed to in every other aspect of his life. 

With your permission, he began to rock in and out of you, setting a nice steady pace. Occasionally, you sent words of encouragement his way, smoothing the bangs out of his eyes and kissing his cheekbones as he surged forward. He decided that the fact that you still had the ability to speak meant that he wasn’t doing good enough.

“Turn around,” he pulled out of you suddenly.

“What?”

“Lay on your stomach.”

You and Anakin had only ever done it in one position before. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach at the thought of him taking you from behind, but you were more than happy to oblige. You settled onto your stomach, nestling your arms under a pillow and laying your head on them. You felt so lucky, so happy and warm and relaxed as Anakin nudged your thighs open a bit further, fitting your hips into the curves of his palms.

Then he slid into you, and immediately hit that spot, and you keened into the mattress. 

“Oh,” you gasped, fists gripping hard onto the pillow. “That’s-- oh.”

Anakin stayed on that spot, aiming for it every time. He plunged into you over and over, rubbing up against that spot with each rock of his hips. Soon, you couldn’t tell the difference between the stars in the night sky outside, and the stars in your vision.

You convulsed around him in record time, walls clenching and muscles tensing up. You moaned long and low into the pillow, fingers going numb from holding onto it so tight. His hands tightened around your waist, fucking you through it, and chasing after his own high.

“Ani, I want to see you,” you pleaded once you could speak again, muscles still quivering with aftershocks. It seemed like it was extremely difficult for him to pull himself out of you when he needed you the most, but he managed, and you pushed him back onto the mattress. Your thighs fit around his hips, and you positioned him back inside your sensitive entrance, sinking down onto his length. 

He exhaled shakily, eyes fluttering closed as you swirled your hips around, testing out yet another new position and loving how good of a view it gave you of Anakin. You smoothed your hands down his face, his neck, his chest, as you lifted herself up and then sat back down. His hands found your hips again, and he quickened the pace himself.

You leaned down again, and whispered more encouragement into his ear-- how much you loved him, how much you needed him, how good he made you feel. You tugged at the curls in his hair just as you had wished to do, sending sparks of ecstasy down Anakin’s spine. Soon, he was spilling inside of you, and you were kissing the vibrations his throat made as he voiced his pleasure.

 The stars had streaked by the Razor Crest in trails of gleaming light, brighting the small space with each one that passed. The Mandalorian had found himself zoning out, as he sat in the pilot's chair traveling through hyperspace. His mind being occupied with thoughts surrounding that of the child and his new found home with the Jedi.

Managing to find a living, breathing Jedi, had turned out to be harder than he thought it would be. Even finding any knowledge about the Jedi was difficult, seemingly almost non existent at times. People hadn’t even seen a jedi in years, and everything known about them appeared to just be stories passed down from parent to child. Any leads or information he did manage to find, usually led to a dead end, often leaving him feeling disheartened and discouraged from the task at hand. A feeling that Din Djarin was not familiar with.

That’s why, when Din had happened to overhear a man speaking about a Jedi he’d seen not too long ago, he was overcome with joy. Finally, after searching for what felt like forever, he had a lead. He was now one step closer to finding a jedi. This information was what had ultimately led him to the temple where he had first met the Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker.

Upon Din’s first arrival to the temple, he had expected some sort of hostility. He couldn’t imagine anyone being fine with a random Mandalorian showing up on their doorstep. However, he was surprised to discover that the opposite had occurred. Instead of being met with confrontation, he was greeted with a surprising calmness, and only saw a little of the usual fear that he tended to experience from those who he had come across.

People of all sorts seemed to avoid the gaze of a Mandalorian, appearing to not want to get into any trouble with them due to their fierce reputation. It seemed like those at the temple had similar thoughts and feelings when it came to those of his kind. Din wasn’t offended by this, rather, he was just worried that they would be too afraid to actually want to speak to him, and would thereby hinder his search.

The first person who did manage to greet him, when he had approached closer, happened to be you. While many of the other inhabitants had seemed to shrink away from his approaching form, you had walked straight to him. The robes you wore fluttering lightly in the breeze, your back straight and your head held high, as you moved across the landscape elegantly.

 When finally face to face with one another, you had greeted him rather warmly, introducing yourself in the process with a small nod in his direction.  He had quickly learned from your introduction, that you were a senator who was currently working at the temple. Hearing this from you had instantly quelled some of his nerves, and allowed for him to feel more hopeful about the encounter.

The child had taken an immediate liking to you, wriggling in Din’s hands in an attempt to reach out towards you. Although, the grip he had of the little one was unrelenting, not willing to allow the child to make his way towards a stranger they had just met. The Mandalorian had then noted the look of confusion which had crossed your features—brows furrowing and head tilting—as your gaze landed onto the squirming child within his arms.

The look on your face had caused for him to hold the child a little closer to his chest, nervousness edging into his mind once more. He had learned very quickly during his time of caring for the little one, that many people didn’t seem to take kindly to a Mandalorian having a small child in his possession. It seemed like you may have felt the same, but to his bewilderment, he watched as your frown had been quickly replaced with a small smile.

 Shock had even flowed through him at the sight of you also giving a small wave in the direction of the child—who had giggled happily in response to being noticed. This had turned out to be a rather nice surprise from the interaction for Din, and was something that made him feel instantly more comfortable in your presence.

From there, you had gone straight to the point of asking why the Mandalorian was even at the temple. In response to your blunt questioning, he had explained everything he could to you about the child, and why he was in his care. Trying his best to inform you about how by creed, it was his duty to ensure the foundling returned to its own people.

 A feeling of unease had once again spread through him when he mentioned the fact that he was actually in search of a Jedi in particular. He was unsure of how you would react in response to that knowledge, while also worried that there wasn’t a Jedi here at all anyway. This journey he had with the child wasn’t exactly fruitful in either. Making Din come to find that he was always concerned with the other person’s reply to his explanation, and you were no different to him in this regard. The more he had explained though, the more that the expression you wore morphed from that of confusion to understanding.

After he had finished explaining, you had led him into the temple, talking to him in an attempt to learn more about him and the child. The child had squirmed more increasingly the farther the two of you had walked into the building, but Din still refused to allow the child to roam freely in the new space. He still was not quite trusting of it all, and he felt better keeping the child firmly held safely in his arms.

The two of you had only stopped walking, when you had led him to what looked like a small conference room, “Wait here, I’ll be back soon.”  

The Mandalorian nodded in agreement, watching as you had smiled briefly, before turning to leave him and the child alone again. A little bit more of unease had tugged at his thoughts while he waited for your return, and to calm himself, he had tried to take a look around the room. He had hoped that by doing so, it would distract him enough from his troubled thoughts. Although, the longer he stood in that empty room, the more his nerves had actually grown, and the more his mind wandered to that of worry.

“Mandalorian,” Hearing your voice had snapped back from his thoughts again, and he peered over towards the sound of it. By doing so, he was greeted by the faces of two new individuals. “Allow me to introduce you to General Leia Organa Solo, and Jedi Master Luke Skywalker.”  

The child had beamed with joy within the jedi’s precance, instantly reaching out towards him with his tiny hands, attempting to clutch onto the cloak which rested on his shoulders. Luke had chuckled at the sight, reaching his own hand out, and allowing for the child to take his fingers in his tiny grasp.

“The force is strong with this one.”

 Din didn’t know what exactly Skywalker had meant by those words, and wasn’t sure how to respond to the man other than giving him a silent nod. Even though he had learned some things in regards to ‘the force’ while looking for the child’s people, he still had a very little understanding of the entire concept. He just knew it was something that Jedi were able to use and control.

“I’ll gladly train him.” The Jedi had continued, as the child giggled happily while playing with the man’s fingers. “He’ll do well here.”

Din couldn’t explain why he didn’t trust them. He didn’t even have a reason not to trust them. He knew for a fact that he should have been excited that he had finally managed to find a Jedi. The child could grow and learn among his own people. This would be wonderful for the development of the child. He knew that. This was the whole reason he had gone on this journey of searching for them in the first place.

When he had started this search for a Jedi, he knew that he would have to leave the child with them. Although, now that he had found them, he couldn't imagine going through with it. In other words, the Mandalorian didn’t want to leave the child here. He didn’t want to have to say goodbye to the little womprat. His little adoptive son.

The child had quickly become his family within the time he had spent looking after him. The Mandalorian had grown to love and cherish the child dearly in his heart. He had dreaded the day where he might have to actually let him go to join his own people. At times, he had secretly hoped that it would never come. Something which he knew was a selfish thought to think, but it had still managed to plague him in his time with the child. He truly had begun to hope that he could remain as the child’s family, but deep down, he knew that wasn’t possible.  

Din had felt the tears begin to form at the corners of his eyes while he stared down at the child. The little one had only smiled up at him as he always did, bright and full of adoration for the man before him. The small child in his arms had removed his hands from Skywalker’s fingers by this point, and had instead placed them on the chin of the Mandalorian’s helmet. The gesture from the child was what had caused the tears he was holding back to fall, and soon streams of the salty drops were flowing down his cheeks in never ending waves.

Din had been only pulled from his thoughts due to the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. Looking towards its source, his gaze had locked with your own, and he resisted the urge to peel away from you. A small bit of shyness had washed over him due to him not being used to the contact from another person, and the fact he was currently silently crying in a room full of strangers. He had never been more thankful for the helmet which currently hid his face from view. Honestly, he hadn’t even been aware that everyone was waiting on him to say something, because of how overwhelmed he had suddenly become with the whole thing.

“Why don’t I show you two around?” You had said to him, a soft smile on your face. “This is not an easy thing to do, and getting a little tour may help ease some concerns.”

Din had nodded to you in agreement, not trusting his voice to sound out properly through the modulator. The others had readily agreed as well, both unaware that the man before them was crumbling as they spoke. Luke smiled once more at the Mandalorian and the child held in his arms, before turning to leave with Leia in tow. Soon, it was only you and him standing within the empty conference room.

“Come, follow me.” You had finally said, the long sleeves of your robe ruffling softly, as your one hand stretched out to motion him to follow you. He did so without question, his feet moving before he had even willed his mind to obey your suggestion, still trying to recover from his sudden burst of emotions.

 The Mandalorian’s steps were louder when compared to your quiet ones, and they had echoed through the hallways of the temple with every step he took. The architecture of the temple was a beautiful sight, and he found himself looking around at it with admiration, while the tears that once fell from his eyes finally dried. The child had settled himself comfortably in his arms, his own wide eyes darting about excitedly as they took in the new areas bit by bit.

Finally, you had come to a stop in front of another door, smiling as you watched with amusement as Din had found himself almost walking into you from being occupied with looking around. A flush of embarrassment had shot its way through him again, and he sheepishly looked away as he noticed the amused smile that you wore.

“This would likely be the child’s room.” You had finally said, opening the door to the room, stepping to the side so he and the child could see inside.  

The room was of a modest size, not too large and not too small. A single bed laid against the back wall, a medium dresser to the right of it. The room was bare other than those few pieces of furniture, but that was to be expected considering that it technically did not possess an occupant for the moment.  

“It may look a little drab and empty now, but more furniture can eventually be added and it’ll feel more lively as he grows, of course.”

“Of course.” He had echoed you mindlessly, his voice soft and quiet as he moved around the space after setting the child down so he could explore it as well. His heart ached at the thought of missing out on seeing the child grow up, and he found himself thinking about whether or not the child would even remember him in future.

“Why don’t you stay?” Your voice had sounded throughout the room suddenly, “At least for a little bit, though I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind if you wanted to stay here permanently to keep an eye on the child.”

Din’s attention had been snapped over to you instantly, his gaze borrowing into your own. He felt himself straighten his back, his posture becoming rigid and defensive without him meaning to. It was a common defensive tactic he had developed when he felt put on the spot. While many would shrink away from the sight of it, you had stood unfazed, and instead he watched as your expression softened more. “I know it must be hard to just leave him here.”

“I...I couldn’t,” he had said as he began to relax again, watching the child move about the room, “I don’t belong here.”

“Are you sure? We have plenty of rooms and space.” You had replied rather cheerfully, a small chuckle leaving you as you watched the child run back over to Din, babbling and giggling in gibberish to the large man. “And personally I think you’d fit in just fine.”

Din had smiled as well when he saw the excitement on the child’s face, and soon he was picking him back up again. “I’m sure, but thank you.”

“Hmm…Well if living here won’t do, what about visiting?”

“Visiting?”

“Yes. I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind you coming around every now and then.” You said, taking a step closer to him as you talked. “I’m sure it would make the child happy as well, he’s quite fond of you.”

Din had paused in thought once more, his mind trying to think of any pros or cons that would come with visiting the temple. Soon he had found himself staring down at the child, who happily laughed as he entertained himself by patting the Mandalorian’s chest plate repeatedly like a drum. He felt his heart swell full of love again, before he found himself looking back towards you standing next to him, his mind finally made up.

“Yeah that could work.”

That interaction between the Mandalorian and you had happened months ago. Now, he was currently on his way back to the temple after having completed some jobs. He would visit often, as much as he possibly could, never wanting to be away for too long. At first it was simply so he could continue to see the child, but soon it had turned to him also visiting another special someone.

This special someone being you of course.

The effect you had on him was immense, and it always left him feeling overwhelmed with a multitude of emotions. The Mandalorian wasn’t sure he had ever felt this deeply for another person. He did of course care for the child greatly, but these feelings he had for you were much different when compared to the fatherly feelings he held towards the child.

Simply put, Din Djarin was hopelessly in love with you, and his feelings for you had made that quite clear. He was certain that he had managed to fall in love with you over the short time you both had spent together. There wasn’t any other realistic reasoning for these feelings of his. Din may not know much about love, but he did know how it felt, and this was exactly what he was feeling for you.

Shaking his thoughts away, he focused on landing the ship the closer he got to the temple. Then, after making sure everything was how it was supposed to be, he opened the large landing hatch, and stepped down it only to be instantly greeted by you. There was never a day when you weren’t there to greet him when he visited, and your greeting was something he always looked forward to on his visits by this point.

“Hello Mando, I’m glad to see you back so soon.”

“Yes,” He said, your words causing for a light dusting of a blush to warm his cheeks, “My last job went over quicker than expected.”

A little stretch of the truth. Din had actually sped through the job rather quickly due to his desire to see you and the child much sooner. He had missed you both terribly, and wanted nothing more than to be by your side again as soon as possible. Although you didn’t need to know that.

“The child is in training with Master Luke at the moment.” You said, the smile on your face being the sweetest thing he had set his sights on, “Why don’t you come on a walk with me until they finish up?”

“A walk sounds nice.” He had replied, a bit too quickly for his liking, and he did his best to calm his racing heart. He held his arm out for you to take, which you had gladly done, allowing for your palm to rest gently on his bicep, as you both began to walk down towards the temple’s garden.

 Walks had become a frequent activity that you two had taken apart in while he was visiting. The two of you would walk along the gardens of the temple, talking about anything new that had happened between his last visit. He would tell you about any jobs he had done, or any interesting stories from his travel that he felt you might enjoy. Though it didn’t seem to matter what he told you, everything he said always appeared to peak your interest. He could probably talk about the most boring things in the entire Galaxy and you would probably still eagerly listen. The same could be said for him, it didn’t matter what you talked about, he just liked hearing you talk.

While he would usually speak of his work, you would usually talk to him about the child. Sometimes, you would talk about yourself, things like your own job as a senator and memories from your past. Anything you talked about was like music to his ears, your voice resonating in his ears and blanketing his heart in warmth. He would spend hours listening to you if he could.

Moments like these allowed for him to just exist in your presence, and enjoy the company that the both of you shared. He couldn’t help but notice every detail of you, from the curve of your nose to the colour of your lips, there was nothing about you that he couldn’t help but observe. He loved to see your bright smile, and he found that your laugh was intoxicating. He had learned quickly how compassionate and bold you could be, loving every quirky aspect to your personality, which only made him want to know more about you. It was no wonder he had fallen in love with you so quickly and so deeply. Everything about you was truly beautiful in his eyes.  

Suddenly, you had stopped in place, your gaze drifting off to the side as you seemed to ponder in thought. The hand which rested on his arm had removed itself and found a place at your side.

“Something wrong?” He asked, concern evident in his voice, already missing your touch.

He watched as you had looked back up to him, chewing at your lower lip before looking away again. He was about to try and prompt you again, when you had finally decided to voice what was on your mind.

“I love you.”

“What-”

“-I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I just had to tell you.” You had cut him off, your voice sounding uneasy from your confession. “I’ve never felt like this for another person.”

A sad smile had spread across your cheeks, as you looked towards him once more, the expression resting on your features making him feel almost guilty for being the cause of it. At first he had stared at you silently, not able to form words at the moment, the shock from the sudden confession still overriding his system. His lips have moved awkwardly underneath the helmet, trying to push out any sort of reply, but none came through.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel awkward, you don’t have to reply. I don’t want this to affect our friendship.”  You said, trying to gauge his own feelings, before turning away from him completely, and continuing to speak. “We should continue, the child’s training with Master Luke will be done soon.”

After saying that, you went to walk once more, a flush beginning to settle on your skin due to the encounter. This time putting yourself ahead of him rather than by his side, feeling embarrassed and distraught from your sudden confession.

The panic he felt as he saw you turn away had made him reach out to you without a thought, his hand grabbing your arm to pull you close to him again. His sudden tug on you had made you stumble into his hard chest, the beskar feeling cold against your warm skin. At the contact you had looked up at him, your features morphed with shock and confusion. He stared down at you for a second, the grib he held on your arm softening, as he moved his other to cup the back of your head.

Din pressed his metal forehead against your own, the coolness from the  sending a visible shiver to roll down your spine. At the contact his eyes had closed, not being able to force himself to see the expression you wore, afraid to see what it may entail.  

“I feel the same.” He had finally managed to say, the words soft but firm as they left his modulator. “I love you too.”

“Really?”

He nodded in reply as he pulled back slightly, his gloved thumb coming to brush itself against your bottom lip, causing for your skin to warm again at the gesture. He watched quietly as your lips parted from his touch, your eyes drooping while peering up at him through your long lashes.

“I’ve also never felt this way about another person.” He admitted suddenly while lost in thought, averting his gaze in embarrassment as he continued with his own confession. “Honestly I never thought you’d feel the same. I mean… I’m a Mandalorian and-”

Din’s words had cut off from the sharp intake of breath that had left him. Your hands grasped at the jawline of his helmet, causing for a jolt of panic to flow through him. His mind instantly jumped to the conclusion of you attempting to remove his helmet. Something he absolutely dreaded.

 The thought was so terrifying to the Mandalorian, that he found himself not able to react quick enough in order to stop you from doing so, if you had so desired. His body had gone completely rigid, unmoving and stiff. He was truly in no position to cease your actions from undoing his creed in a simple motion. Thought, rather than remove his helmet like he thought, you instead had pulled his head down to press a chaste kiss to the beskar in question.

The kiss was quick, and within a blink of an eye, it had ended. It was nothing other than a simple peck to help affirm your feelings to him, but it had managed to absolutely wreck the man before you. His heart felt like it had swelled to a bursting point of emotions, and his mind had become muddled with affection for you. His worry and fear had now melted away into adoration and love. He wasn’t used to feeling this amount of emotions towards another person, and he struggled to control them as they began to spill over, all while he tried to process how to react appropriately.

Who would have thought that a simple kiss would have left Din Djarin such a mess?

After removing your hands from his helmet, you had taken a step back to smile at him while Din himself  had remained frozen in place. The shock of the gesture was still coursing through his system, and he hadn’t quite managed to calm himself by that point. He hadn’t expected the action from you in the slightest, and he felt himself blush deeply as he stared at you standing before him. His lips tingled with want, wishing that he could tear the metal away and feel your lips pressed against his own properly. He had never wanted to kiss someone so badly.

“Come now, the lesson with Master Luke should be done. I’m sure the child is excitedly waiting to see his father.” Smiling once more you stretched out your hand towards him—which he took almost instantly—his large hand intertwining his fingers with your own smaller ones.

“Yes, let’s go.”

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