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forcemeanakin · 1 year ago

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I CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD AND ONLY ONE PERSON COULD HAVE MADE IT POSSIBLE: INDY. @hanasnx

When I first discovered indy's blog, I knew I had found such a special place here on Tumblr. My own personal Anakin heaven. I fell in love with their fics SO FAST IT'S EMBARASSING. seriously. I daydreamed about "Talk Huttese to me" so much that I wasn't my own self the days after. I almost flunk a test because I was too horny thinking about Anakin and when I noticed I only had 30 minutes left to complete the damn thing.

So when I saw that Indy had written a sequel, I almost fell from my bed. Only one person could do a worthy sequel to such masterpiece.

So this post is basically me kissing Indy's feet and thanking them for boosting my love and lust for the magnificent Hero With No Fear. Knowing that they love when people highlight their favorite parts of their fics, I shall deliver. So buckle up folks, it's about to get absolutely filthy and annoying over here:

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“Don’t sell yourself short, you’ve been doing well.” I'll officially consider myself absolute garbage until Anakin Skywalker personally praises me. Till then? Nobody try to convince otherwise. Thank you.

“What are we looking for again?” your tone, feathery light, causes your lover to lend his ear to you so as to hear you over the rustle of passersby. I- UHM. I-I... can I have a sec?

You repeat yourself, shyer than before in response to his abrupt proximity. He maintains that closeness, retracting only to look into your eyes. “An aeromagnifier.” A pause, so he adds, “Do you remember how to say it?” IMMA NEED ANOTHER SEC. HOLD ON. IM WEAK.

In this moment, you feel ashamed to admit how much you like when he babies you like this. “Yes, yes, I remember.” I DO FEEL ASHAMED GOD. I'm a person that normally focus on the tiniest details with more attention than I should. I'm an over thinker, an Anakin lover, a cancer woman. in that order. So please know that the way you, Indy, took the time to explain how Anakin bend down to listen to the MC better, to detail how he backed down to look at the MC in the eyes and give her an answer, that... that will forever have a chokehold on me. I LOVE THOSE LITTLE DETAILS. OMG IT MAKES IT FEEL SO REAL. IT MAKES THE VISUALIZATION SO MUCH BETTER. THANK YOU SERIOUSLY. It also gives me another side of Anakin's personality. Everything is in the details.

"Go on,” he encourages in a whisper so only you can hear it, allowing you to step forward without him. DECEASED.

You glance back at Anakin, who goads you with a chastening expression. I NEED HIS ENCOURAGEMENT IN REAL LIFE. OMG IM SO LONELY.

“What’s there to not understand? How do you not understand?” I just wanted to take a little moment and say: FUCK THIS BITCH WE ARE TRYING OUR BEST. FUCK YOU.

"No sooner do you turn to search for Anakin’s help when he meets the vendor at the table, at the ready for your rescue." THIS IS THE SHIT I LIVE FOR. Fuck feminism, I want to be saved my him every single timeeeeeeeee. Give me what I want.

“Tagwa, deetso eff chuba noah moocha. Wanga mo noah, sleemo.” Decisive as always, Anakin silences his opponent with his confidence. From what you gathered, Anakin gave him an ultimatum." I was dripping in unholy ways during this. I have a General kink and 70% of that is supported by this type of behavior!!!! love it love it love it !!!!!

"The way he took control of the situation and forced someone to yield so determinately, had you rubbing your legs together." Same girlie, same. What other choice do we have?

Anakin turns his attention to you, and you jump in place when he addresses you, having been too entranced to realize your own presence. “Go ahead and pay him, baby.” He eyes you through his brows, softening his voice, “Did you get all that?” Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby- That word made the whole difference. That word ruptured my brain.

“I would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t. Pretty little thing like you?” he teased, moistening his lips and advancing on you playfully. You absorbed his subtle bump, curbing your instinct to scold him since you like when he talks down to you. “I would’ve tried to take advantage of you too.” "Please, do. I'm begging. Please?" I cry with a string of voice.

"you praise yourself to change the subject from the idea of Anakin having his way with you, from the fantasy that he’d overcharge you for a product and when you can’t pay your way out you sell your body to him instead." BSWHGWDHCBHWBHW. I'm an over thinker, I'm an Anakin lover, I'm a slut, and a cancer woman. In that order.

I'm not even joking, this is my official petition to have this role play turned into a OS for kinktober. "Please, do. I'm begging. Please?" I cry with a string of voice.

"guiding you to the side so he can have his turn under the faucet." DETAILS. LOVE IT.

“You could do better though.” Arrogant son of a bitch. degrade me some more? thanks.

"As he tips his head back into the water, and comes to, shaking his curls out." DETAILS.

“Oh, yeah?” YOU CAN SMELL THE SMUT FROM A MILE AWAY.

"You’re about ready to get on your knees and start blowing him like a real sucker would." YOU READ MY MIND. Indy, my love, you know I'm a sucker for a good blowjob and the fact that you consistently insert that fascination for dick in each piece you write make me the happiest ever. I'm so thankful for your mind.

“At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa.” he says, and you practically melt. “Now, say it back to me.” Okay, let me practice: dadd-

There was one distinct word you're sure you’ve heard before. UGH SO HORNY

You dissolve into your laughter, and a loving grin breaks out onto Anakin’s face, contrasting his demanding nature from before. He draws you in by his clutch of your cheeks, kissing on your puckered lips over and over again until his hold loosens enough for you to escape it. Um, every time I read this part my eyes water and, I guess it's normal, but God, it's so beautiful and comforting, and sweet, and genuine- and and and... I want that. Gorgeous, really. DETAILSSSS.

“No, don’t distract me!” you plead, “I can do it! Ee… Eep-tuuk—“ Commercial pause from my panting like a bitch in heat to say that I think the MC was so cute in this!!!

It’s a wonder you didn’t notice how heavy his cock lay against your leg until he humps you with it clumsily, searching for some comforting friction after witnessing your attempt at immersing yourself in his culture. I LOVE THIS. I LOVE THIS. Let me break it down:

I love the mention of Anakin's heavy cock. That is always greatly received.

I love the mention of humping. I LOVE a needy Anakin, I love when he humps. My whiny little bitch, I love his needy ass. "Humping you like a dog" (Humping you, drabble). MA'AM YOU KNOW IM A SUCKER FOR THIS MAN HUMPING SO YEAH. I APPRECIATE IT THE MENTION HERE AS WELL.

I love that he is so charmed by the MC trying to understand his mother language and culture. I love that it is important for him. Again, details!!! I feel like I know this Anakin better.

Habitually, you withdraw to make room for yourself, enclosing your lips around his tongue to suck on it and bob your head as if you’re giving him oral. UGH ONE MORE ELEMENT I LOVE FROM YOUR WRITING. I've never seen anyone describe a making out session like this.

Usually, such a thing coaxes a whimper out of him, a desperate beg to put that gifted mouth to use on his cock. Whenever you are ready sir. My mouth is at your service. //// I love that he can't even say anything, like a whimper is the signal to go. Love it love it love it.

“Ani…“ He hums in response to the call of his name. He responds to Ani, my heartttttt

“In Huttese?” he speaks against your skin and it tickles you, pinching your head into your shoulder, his damp curls brushing your jawline. “‘This little whore can’t do a thing for herself.’” Knees weak. Eyes, rolling to the back of my head. Goosebumps, all over my body. Also the: "In huttese?" Was so condescending, babying, UGH OF COURSE IN HUTTESE. luv it.

“Tell that to your puppy eyes. Begging me to save you as soon as shit got tough. My poor baby, so pitiful,” IM CRYING OUT OF HORNINESS. INDY BABE PUPPY EYES OMG THANK YOU.

You can be independent. I can't.

“Gimme those tits, baby, wanna swallow them.” he demands from you in Huttese.

Probably my favorite part of the whole one shot. I melted. I had to pause, go back and re read like three times. No shit. NO SHIT. I L.O.V.E.D I.T.

A tit obsession is always a number one in my books.

“Maker, Anakin, you’re so gross.” And we love it.

Lapping at your nipple as if seeking it out to latch, to suckle. Your hands slide into his hair, sighing out as he imbibes as much of the fat he can. UGH YES, THIS IS MY SHIT. YES.

“Such a pretty thing. My hole, you know that? My hole.” The key words are lost on you. “Gonna fuck this little hole til it’s red and swollen. Til you cry.” I was crying. Now I'm sobbing. Who gave you the right to get into the depths of my mind and write the stuff I want to read? Huh?

Also the second "My hole" had me kicking my feet. That's him asserting his dominance on me. He is not willing to let me go on with my life without confirming that I know that it is HIS hole. And I know it daddy, I know it. Don't worry.

“How fucking tight can you get? Almost wanna turn you off so I can make it tighter. You’d let me do it too.” I would. Indy, now you are not only writing the stuff I want to read, BUT ALSO writing the stuff I didn't even know I wanted.

“If you keep up with your lessons, you’ll know one day,” I definitely need a part 3 when she is fluent enough to talk back omg!!! Or one where they are In the middle of a private tutoring and things derail omg omg.

”You’re gonna say it for me one more time,” “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa. Do you understand?” AHHHHHHHHHH

“Don’t tell me you’re this fucking dumb and all I’m using is my fucking hand.” OFC ONLY ANAKIN SKYWALKER COULD GET ME COCKDRUNK WITH HIS HAND. ONLY HIM COULD GET ME COCKDRUNK WITHOUT COCK. love the concept btw

“Baby.” he lowers his voice, fit to scold you. “Do you want to cum or not?” oooOOoOoOoooOOOoooOofFFFFffffFffffffff

Keen on tripping you up, he increased his pace. Anakin core.

You witness how swollen his arm has become from this workout. Veins popping out. It fucked you up. I felt this in the very core of my clit. Like a fucking gunshot.

“Chee’toosa. Right, baby? Almost done.” AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Baby.

You’re fucking his hand, but he’s feeding off of you, playing with your parts for his own fascination. I can't stand up.

“You wanted this, c’mon,” Your pussy feels raw. I love this motherfucking word: Raw. OOF-

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue afterwards.” INDY GIVING ME EXACTLY WHAT I NEED.

Not everyone can squirt, but you can. This made me feel so powerful and FOR WHAT

“You wanna lap up your piss from my legs? Suck it off my dick? Here it comes, get ready.” So gross. So disgusting. So utterly unhygienic. So completely wonderful and hot. Indy, you've done it again. Planting the seed of yet another kink in my mind.

He bites his lip, holding back his smile as you try to hide your tears from him. “Too much, baby?” Condescending greek god, fuck you.

“You are such an asshole.” you speak Huttese, with perfect pronunciation. THE PERFECT ENDING. GOD. This should be studied at colleges and shit. Loved that she spoke huttese with perfect pronunciation. It opens up the possibilities to interpretation to so many analysis. Or maybe that's just me and my overthinking ass.

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And with that I finalize my obsessive rant on this masterpiece. I apologize if I had serious grammar imperfections. I can't think when I'm horny, let alone translate flawlessly.

Thank you again, Indy! It was one of the best things I've ever read. I throughly enjoyed doing this, hope it was not a bit much. Let me know if I can reach out to you on Discord, I know it's been a while :)

❝𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐞❞

anakin skywalker x fem!reader

prompt: supplied by @xstarkillerx | masterlist

summary: after a market mishap, anakin gives you a more personal lesson in how to speak his native language.

MINORS DNI 18+

word count: 3k | character(s): anakin skywalker

notes:

semi-inspired by my past work “talk huttese to me” but it is not required reading to understand this piece.

warnings: size difference, anakin lowkey babying you and then degrading the fuck out of you, you know a little huttese, anakin gets a little degraded too, vag fingering, some choking (f receiving), anakin being a mean sadist, overstimulation, squirting, anakin’s exhibits his piss kink interest, dacryphilia, edging, dumbification, no use of y/n i think

“Keep up.” Anakin chastises you, and you obey, increasing your pace to meet his monstrous strides, struggling to maintain his speed. “I want to make this quick.”

“I don’t know if I know enough—“ you protest, glancing at your feet to avoid tripping over the rippled sand.

“Don’t sell yourself short, you’ve been doing well.” he insists, his hand instinctively guiding you by the small of your back. “I’ll be right behind you.” The day breeze is warm, but it’s Anakin’s touch that burns you. Timidly responding with a complacent confirmation despite your doubts.

Open-aired bodegas line the street, merchants with goods to sell wait for willing customers. Anakin had warned you about the demographic of Tatooine, but you’d expected far meaner appearances. Bashful still, your gaze turns to Anakin uneasily, who greets you with his kind eyes, and uncharacteristic patience.

“Yes?” he says softly, and you feel like retreating into his arms.

“What are we looking for again?” your tone, feathery light, causes your lover to lend his ear to you so as to hear you over the rustle of passersby. You repeat yourself, shyer than before in response to his abrupt proximity.

He maintains that closeness, retracting only to look into your eyes. “An aeromagnifier.” A pause, so he adds, “Do you remember how to say it?”

In this moment, you feel ashamed to admit how much you like when he babies you like this. “Yes, yes, I remember.”

“Alright, this way.” His metal hand hooks around your waist, and you approach a man at his seat. Out of the options, he seemed the sleaziest by far, which did not assuage your nerves. “Go on,” he encourages in a whisper so only you can hear it, allowing you to step forward without him.

The vendor notices you, and immediately turns on the artificial charm. A wide, toothy and yellowed grin, peering at you with his enlarged red eyes through bifocals attached to his head in meticulous machinery. “Hello, welcome, welcome,” he says in a rasp, and you can smell the cigarette he smoked prior to this engagement.

“Hi,” The only formal greeting you know in Huttese, and you pray it suffices for proper engagement.

“Ah, the little lady speaks my language. Should’ve known. Little lady, what can I do for you? What are you looking for?”

You glance back at Anakin, who goads you with a chastening expression. As if to say that you can’t back out now. You pivot your attention back to the merchant clasping his gold-ringed fingers in anticipation.

“Perhaps, the lady does not know what she searches for…?” he trails off, awaiting you to finish the sentence for him.

“No, no. I know what to do.” you reply, but is it to convince you or him? Your knowledge in Huttese is limited to predictable small talk and basic commands. You’re trying to keep it as simple as possible, and luckily he talks slow enough for you to understand him, repeating lots of words that help your context clues. “I need an aeromagnifier. The one there-'' You point to its location. “There.”

“Yes, yes, this one, this one. I see.” The vendor recedes to the back of his shop, shaded by his canopy hanging overhead, and retrieves it, bringing it to the light to present it to you. He gestures to it with a tantalizing flutter of his fingers down its figure. “Good taste, good taste. This one, little lady, is two-fifty. Two-fifty nothing less.”

“Two-fifty?”

“Two-fifty, two-fifty. Nothing more, nothing less. Two-fifty.”

“That… um, I don’t understand.”

The merchant lets his act slip marginally, enough for you to note it, but only to decide he must’ve enacted his contempt because of your unreasonable phrasing. You’re floundering, you must be. “What’s there to not understand? How do you not understand?”

“No two-fifty. Too much?” Suddenly, your knowledge of Huttese is dissipating out of fear. Unable to properly convey your disagreement when the price isn’t what you thought it’d be.

“‘Too much’—? How ‘too much’—?”

The conversation makes your hands sweat, wondering if you did something wrong. No sooner do you turn to search for Anakin’s help when he meets the vendor at the table, at the ready for your rescue. When he interjects, you barely keep up to how quickly they talk.

“Choy tay saka ‘ton-sin’? Mi wat do suzun nawee eet raun, kung. Ton-sin’d do karkin’ moocha. Soong wanga—“ You get every other word, something about being a thief, “to steal” specifically. You furrow your brows, attempting your best to follow the discussion.

“Wanga-threnten!” The merchant declares, holding his finger up to Anakin’s face, who promptly pushes it out of his way.

The vendor, reluctantly, concedes with a flapping of his hand to signal to Anakin to calm down. Dramatizing the situation because Anakin had been atypically placid the entire exchange. The way he took control of the situation and forced someone to yield so determinately, had you rubbing your legs together. You’re addicted to this personification he takes on when he speaks his native language.

“Just one, right?” you confirm, collecting five wupiupi pieces to give to the grumbling merchant.

As Anakin guides you away with the aeromagnifier in possession, you hear a phrase you could never mistake. “E chu ta!” the vendor calls after the two of you. ‘Fuck you!’ he’d said.

Anakin hollers over his shoulder, “Chuba ta, maya punchee.” You too, weak-minded friend.

You chuckle to yourself.

“Should’ve known they’d try to take advantage of me. I mean, the guy talked to me like I was stupid- and I was actually grateful for it.” you relay to Anakin, wryly grinning about the ordeal as you wash your hair. Suds pouring down the column of your neck to trail around your naked body. Wiping soap from your eyes, you open them to gauge your lover’s reaction. There’s a smile on his face you cannot place, whether it’s endearment, or meant to be demeaning, you didn’t know.

A comfortable silence follows while you stare up at him with stars in your dilated pupils, hot water rinsing your hair. He holds your gaze faithfully, and you break it before you lose yourself in him. “I thought I did pretty good.” you praise yourself to change the subject from the idea of Anakin having his way with you, from the fantasy that he’d overcharge you for a product and when you can’t pay your way out you sell your body to him instead. Showering together makes you go crazy sometimes. “Speaking it, I mean.”

“You did.” he concurred verbally, but his tone conveyed another layer. His large hands cup your hips, guiding you to the side so he can have his turn under the faucet. You raise a brow at him. “You could do better though.” His challenge jellies your legs. You watch, like a lovesick fool, as he tips his head back into the water, and comes to, shaking his curls out. Droplets draw down his herculean form. Ever since he saved you from the market— as silly as it was— you could not stop thinking about fucking him.

“Oh, yeah?” You fall into his trap.

“Your pronunciation is too polished. If you don’t sound like a local, people won’t treat you like one. They’ll treat you like a sucker.”

Much like that vendor today. As soon as Anakin stepped in, he backed off. Remembering how assertive Anakin was is all too much. You’re about ready to get on your knees and start blowing him like a real sucker would.

Anakin sensed your frenzied need for him as soon as the two of you had left the market. Your desire is no secret. Certainly not one you can keep from him.

“Alright, so what do I change?”

“I’ll show you. Hear what I say,” he tells you and you swallow hard, mouth drying up. “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa.” he says, and you practically melt. “Now, say it back to me.”

Obediently, you parrot it back to him. There was one distinct word you're sure you’ve heard before.

No sooner had you finished your sentence than his palm cupped your chin, tucking it into the web of his thumb. The tips of his fingers press into your cheeks, pursing your lips for you. “Say it again,” He emphasizes his command by pinching further, a sting in your buccal. “At-“ You listen intently, the phonetic arrangement teaching you to put your tongue behind your teeth when pronouncing the “T” at the end.

“At-“

“Eep-tuk-“

“Ee—“ you stifle a giggle at your positioning, worried you’ll earn yourself a reprimand from your stoic teacher. “E- eept—“ You dissolve into your laughter, and a loving grin breaks out onto Anakin’s face, contrasting his demanding nature from before. He draws you in by his clutch of your cheeks, kissing on your puckered lips over and over again until his hold loosens enough for you to escape it. “No, don’t distract me!” you plead, “I can do it! Ee… Eep-tuuk—“ Your weak dissent of your hands against his chest does nothing to dissuade him. He chases you, and envelopes you in his arms, sliding your wet naked bodies together as he captures your mouth. He wastes no time in prying your lips open, inviting his tongue in to explore all it can.

Habitually, you withdraw to make room for yourself, enclosing your lips around his tongue to suck on it and bob your head as if you’re giving him oral. Usually, such a thing coaxes a whimper out of him, a desperate beg to put that gifted mouth to use on his cock. Instead, it only heightens his desire for you, to have you as quickly as possible. He slams you against the cold tiling, stealing the breath from your lungs, freeing his mouth to plant sloppy, open kisses onto your cheek and down your neck. Anywhere within his reach is mouthed passionately, tongued as if it’s not a mundane part of you but your very core itself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head once he meets with your pulse point, propped up by his body against yours. “Ani…“ He hums in response to the call of his name, admitting his approval for it with a bite into your flesh. “What did you say earlier?” you exhale, palms outlined the dips in his muscle.

“Fuck you, would you really have me say that?”

“Tell that to your puppy eyes. Begging me to save you as soon as shit got tough. My poor baby, so pitiful,”

As if to discipline him, you shove him, but he remains undeterred. There’s no need to make fun of you for needing help, besides he’d volunteered before you even asked. There’s plenty you can do on your own, without him. You can be independent.

You don’t get a chance to defend yourself as he maneuvers you to arch your back, his mouth traveling to consume your collarbones and upper chest as he bends over you, thick arms behind you to secure you. “Gimme those tits, baby, wanna swallow them.” he demands from you in Huttese, but this time you’re able to understand the gist of what he’s saying.

“Maker, Anakin, you’re so gross.” you tell him, but as you suspect, he grins in response. His teeth scrape against you, and he does as he promised. Lapping at your nipple as if seeking it out to latch, to suckle. Your hands slide into his hair, sighing out as he imbibes as much of the fat he can. “Ani—“ you whine, wiggling your hips to chase any friction you can afford.

Swiftly, he answers you, with his large hand cupping your mound, soothing it with slow circles. You press yourself into his grasp, rolling your hips. It earns you a sharp bite to your sensitive bud and you yelp. To exhibit patience, you let him explore your pussy as he sees fit. Fingers dipping into its wells, circling your folds and flicking up against your clit every so lightly. “Such a pretty thing. My hole, you know that? My hole.” The key words are lost on you. “Gonna fuck this little hole til it’s red and swollen. Til you cry.”

You whimper, regardless if you can’t understand him, and he sticks a single finger in, only to pull out to stretch you with two.

“How fucking tight can you get? Almost wanna turn you off so I can make it tighter. You’d let me do it too.” He licks water off of you, up the valley of your breasts, and takes your lips in a passionate kiss, scissoring you open so he can swallow the noises you make. Experimentally, he massages your insides, his thumb brushing your clit every so often as he pistons deeper inside. Your curiosity is killing you enough to break the kiss.

“What the hell are you saying to me right now, Anakin?” you breathe, slumping against the wall while he fingers you. Why the hell did it work so well on you? Immediately soaking when you know he’s talking dirty in a language you can’t translate quick enough.

“If you keep up with your lessons, you’ll know one day,” he promises. Instinctively, you shy away, pivoting your head as you squeeze your eyes shut, nearing your release. To counter that behavior, Anakin heightens and uses his free hand to clutch your neck, redirecting your attention to where it belongs. On him. “Don’t be stupid.” This insult you know.

You frown at him, but as soon as your gaze lands on him, he speeds up, curling his fingers in a way that has you reeling. Your favorite spot, erasing all of your offense in a motion. Worsening when he sneaks in another finger.

“Oh? What are you gonna do about it?”

You can barely keep your eyes open, staring at him through thick lashes because it’s what he wants. His grip squeezes, and it enhances your pleasure, tingles spreading throughout your entire body.

“Can’t pretend you hate it. Can’t lie to me, can’t hide from me.” His admonishing tone only adds to how the coil in your belly winds, the heat in between your legs desperate to go somewhere, anywhere. He leans into you, burying his nose in your cheek as he talks shit in your ear. ”You’re gonna say it for me one more time,” he demands, and you stifle your wail of despair. How he teeters you, so close to where you need to be, and takes it from you at the last second. “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa. Do you understand?”

“Ani, I can’t—“ There’s not a possibility, how could you think let alone speak?

“You can.” He leaves no room for argument, his teeth biting down onto your earlobe to tug on it. “Don’t tell me you’re this fucking dumb and all I’m using is my fucking hand.”

“Fuck,” you curse in the language, which earns you a snicker from him, his breath against you sending shivers down your spine. “Okay— ah! Okay… Uh,”

Your walls clench around him, signaling your impending release. Reading them like a book, he keeps you right where he wants you. A damn near painful experience, and he knows it.

He recoils so he can see your pretty face, jutting his chin. Bragging about his competence when he’s the one unaffected. “At-“

Idling for too long earns you a hard press of your clit and you mewl. Hastily, you manage, “At-“

“Eeptuk-“

“Eeptook—“

“Baby.” he lowers his voice, fit to scold you. “Do you want to cum or not?”

“I do, I fucking do, please.”

“Then do as I say.” He commands it of you as if it is so simple! His thumb traces your jawline soothingly, but his grip stays firm.

“Eeptuk,” you flinch, worried that if you’d pronounced wrong like before you’d receive some sort of punishment. “schutta-“ The word you most recognize. Slut. His favorite pet-name for you whenever he was persuaded to speak his native tongue. Keen on tripping you up, he increased his pace, and out of the corner of your eye you witness how swollen his arm has become from this workout. Veins popping out. It fucked you up. “Hagwa non che-“

“Chee’toosa. Right, baby? Almost done.”

Your eyes burn, red in the face out of frustration. “Chee’toosa.”

“That’s right. Like I said, ‘this little whore can’t do a thing for herself.’” If you had the energy, you’d fight him on it. Unfortunately you’re spent, the only reason you’re upright is his body weight. He’s right, all you wanted from him is what he can give you.

Unintelligible noises spill from you, rocking into his hand movements, but this time he lets you. His intense eyes hold your gaze unapologetically, waiting to feast on your orgasm.

“Does a brat like you really deserve to cum? Should leave you like this.” Weakly, you shake your head, on the verge of crying from his cruelty if he really put you through all that just to steal it from you. You’re at your edge. There isn’t anything in the world you crave more than finishing right now. His thumb works into your clit, getting you to reach that breaking point, attaining it. You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you beginning from the tips of your toes, crawling up your spine. The fact he can bring you to this using only a hand awes you. You brace yourself on him, clawing into his bicep.

He doesn’t stop there. An overstimulation already setting in from how heartlessly his rough fingers glide in and out of you, unbothered to let you recuperate. How he takes your pleasure for himself. You’re fucking his hand, but he’s feeding off of you, playing with your parts for his own fascination.

Your throat is released, causing your vision to haze, and he hooks his hand under your knee, hiking your leg up. Your cum drips from his palm, but he’s still going, regardless of your protests. “You wanted this, c’mon,” Your pussy feels raw, yet he probes it, and when he pinches the sensitive flesh between his fingers, tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Are you about to piss? Fuck, you really are a little slut. You’re about to squirt all over me, huh?”

“Anakin!”

“Do it, go on. Can’t believe how disgusting you are. Don’t worry, I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue afterwards.”

It stings how he fucks with your bladder, readying that most sacred attribute. Not everyone can squirt, but you can, and Anakin fucking loves it. Enough to pull it from you whenever he wants. You don’t need to know Huttese to get what he’s trying to do to you right now.

“Yeah, you like that, whore? You wanna lap up your piss from my legs? Suck it off my dick? Here it comes, get ready.”

You keen, the floodgates finally opening to spray your dirty fluids all over your lover. Hot and wet, running down your thighs. The act itself, the intensity, causes you to choke back sobs. Anakin lets your leg drop, and gingerly he tugs his digits from their wedge inside you. Flattening his hand against your sex, soothing it with a light massage. He bites his lip, holding back his smile as you try to hide your tears from him. “Too much, baby?”

“You are such an asshole.” you speak Huttese, with perfect pronunciation. It gets him to laugh, drawing you to him so he can lick your salty tears away, and help you clean up in the shower.

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Sins of The Father - 1:3

Contains/Warnings: None

Chapter Summary: Zaiya meets up with drisgraced Reporter, Fives.

Notes: at the end!

Conspiracies and Deceit

It hadn’t taken long for Zaiya to receive a message back from Fives. All of a few hours, and she had an email in her inbox that looked a little frantically typed.

How did uou getthat pic??? Who are u? How do you konw him??? where did you et this? How do I contact? I need to see profo of it!

I can meet inan hour where are you?>

Just a little frantic, nothing too serious. It had actually given her a little chuckle as she contemplated what her response might be. As she thought about it, wondering whether to tease him, another email came in a few minutes later.

Sorry about that. I seem to have gotten a little carried away. This information is something I have been looking for for a long time. If you are available I can meet at the following address in one hour:

Then he’d included a link to a location, a little restaurant, one she guessed was close to wherever he was. She also suspected that even though he’d said an hour, he was already at the location, or was headed there now to wait for her. Try and make up his mind on her before talking to size her up before he would likely step into the seat opposite and take control of the conversation.

It’s what she would do. She grinned to herself and grabbed up her things, the location wasn’t far, so she might have a chance to eat before he tried to step in and sus her out.

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Zaiya sat at the little table in the back of the tiny restaurant. By some miracle, she’d been able to beat him there and was leaning into the corner booth, one foot propped on the seat as she held her bowl an inch from her mouth.

Noodles were messy. Delicious. But messy.

She spied the man that had just walked in and sat at one of the far tables. She recognised him from the photos she’d seen when looking him up on the net. His dark eyes had swept past her, and despite her stand out appearance, she suspected he didn’t realise the one he was to meet was already there.

He wore jeans, a black t-shirt and a cobalt jacket, Zaiya thought the colour rather suited him. He looked tired though, his hair needed a bit of a cut and his clothes seemed a little rumpled, like he’d had a few too many late nights. She noticed that he only ordered a drink, and grimaced as he pulled out his wallet. Hm, he might be hard up for cash since he was now a disgraced reporter.

As one of the staff passed her, she grabbed the twi’lek’s attention, speaking to them in Huttese. She’d noticed most of the staff spoke it and he seemed to pay her greater attention after exchanging a few words. With a smile, she threw a few credits on the table and explained what she wanted of him. The Twi seemed amused and nodded enthusiastically, grinning and assuring her it would be done.

Zaiya sat back and waited.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, she watched the same twi’lek take over a big bowl of noodles and plate of dumplings to Fives’ table. He was bewildered and denied ordering it and clearly didn’t understand what the twi’lek was saying at first.

“No I’m tellin’ ya, it’s not my order…!”

“Tagwa soong do yafulkee, soong moolee-rah che! Do pateesa moolee-rah che u!”

“What? Look I don’t--”

“Tagwa! Tagwa! Do Pateesa! Friend!” The last word got his attention.

“Friend?” Fives asked with a blink. The twi’lek pointed over to the dim corner.

Zaiya smiled and wiggled her fingers in a wave. Realisation came across his handsome face.

“Right… friend…” he muttered. After gathering up his things and the plates, he made his way over and sat opposite her. “Z?” he asked. Zaiya nodded and Fives gave her a once over. “You’re twenty minutes early…” he said and Zaiya swallowed her mouthful.

“No,” she replied, and set her half-empty bowl down, she flicked her wrist to check the watch on the inside of her left wrist. “I was forty minutes early, and you were thirty,” she smiled smugly and he scoffed, though there was amusement in those bourbon eyes.

“So what’s this? An attempt to butter me up?” he gestured to the large plates before him. She held up her hands in mock surrender.

“You have exposed me,” she told him with a grin, “that… and you look hungry.” she gestured at him with her chopsticks. He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled.

“Maybe a little.”

“Eat up, then,” she urged and watched him tuck in for a moment before going back to her own. She ate a bit slower than he did, he must have been famished, poor thing. After he had demolished half of the noodles and a few dumplings, he took a moment to pause and had a longer look at her this time.

“You’re… not what I expected,” he admitted. She let out a puff of air from her nose in a semi-laugh.

“I never am,” she replied cryptically.

“You said you wanted to trade, I assume you mean about Pal--”

“Don’t speak his name,” she hissed, her expression turning dark. Fives eyes widened and he looked around.

“What, you think he’s listening…?”

“Maybe…” she shrugged, her face smoothing out again, “mostly I just don’t like to hear it. Better safe than sorry, right?”

“I’m not afraid of him,” Fives scoffed again, a frown crossing his brow.

“Hm…” she finished her bowl and laid it to one side, “that’s because you don’t know everything,” she mused, and with chopsticks still in hand, pinched one of the dumplings on the plate between them.

“Hey…!” he protested but Zaiya just winked.

“Tax,” she replied, and took a bite. Fives rolled his eyes at her yet again and her smile grew. She quite liked this former reporter.

“So, what do you propose we trade about… that guy?” he asked, pulling the conversation back to business.

“I have information, eye witness accounts and detailed goings on when it comes to his life before Coruscant. In return I want everything you have of him here. People that work for him, names, business dealings, everything that you have.”

It was a big ask. And a big request for trust from a stranger. The silence that followed was evidence enough.

“What makes you think I will trust you? Or vice versa…?” Fives asked warily, putting his bowl down. Zaiya swallowed the mouthful she had and placed the chopsticks atop her own bowl.

“You have passion, Fives, you speak your truth and damn the consequences. You do not hide, you do not run. You fight. And I need that.” Brown eyes stared into blue as they measured each other carefully, a silent test of the waters so to speak.

“What do you need it for…?” She didn’t answer him, she let her eyes communicate her desires. After a moment his own widened. “You’re gonna take him down…” he whispered.

Zaiya’s black smile became wicked.

“Holy shit…” Fives gasped, a breathless chuckle escaping him as he rested his chin in his hand, taking in the revelation.

He swore in what she recognised as Mando’a. She knew that tongue well, seeing as Jango, Adaji and even her father Temuss had spoken it. She chuckled to herself and relaxed her posture, gesturing with her hands, palms upward.

“So… you in?” she asked with a smirk.

“Wait, wait, wait…” he shook his head, “what informants have you got? What resources? I can’t exactly get this to print.” She could see the hope burning in his eyes, he was wary, but he wanted to do this. He wanted to make Palpatine pay as much as she did. How interesting, she wondered what he could have done to hurt Fives. Passion such as this had to come from somewhere. Was it just the job? Or more than that?

“I arrived here last night,” she explained, “I know the past, but I need to know the present, and I will follow the pieces from there.” It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, he wanted her to have a plan, clearly. His shoulders slumped a little.

“It doesn’t give me anything to go on…” he let out a sigh. “Look, kid, I have been doing this for a while, I tried to make a splash with the truth and look where it got me…” he gestured to himself, “I wanna help you, I do. But I need more than promises before I stick my neck out that far again. I don’t even know your name.”

It was a reasonable request, of course, though it involved trusting this man she had just met with information about her family, her own past she didn’t talk about. For the first time since Fives had sat down, her expression of confidence wavered.

“Well…” she began, her fingers drummed atop her knee for a moment as she contemplated her next move. After a long pausr she met his eyes again and sat up a little straighter. “To begin, how about I show you the full photograph, and you give me a place to start my own investigation…?” Fives took a moment and nodded.

“Alright, show me what you got,” he grabbed the last dumpling and took a big bite, seemingly feeling a little better about the situation. Zaiya meanwhile scrolled through her phone and brought up the picture, uncensored and handed the device to him. She watched his eyes widen as he took in the information of the image.

“You are looking at the ‘Youth Brigade of the People’s Faith of Dathomir,’” Zaiya said with a roll of her eyes. It was the most ridiculous name… she remembered it being so important at the time. A stupid name being something to be proud of. How stupid she had been. The picture in question showed a man and a woman, standing together behind a group of about a dozen children. Two in particular stood front and centre, a dour-faced girl with intense eyes and no smile and a boy with horns on his head and sharp black tattoos across his face.

“Dathomir…?” Fives breathed, there was a spark of recognition at the name, but not the way it would if he knew. She supposed some of what had happened there had leaked out to the rest of the world. Something so big would not have been able to be covered up completely.

Though Dathomir had closed ranks after the fire… they had hidden back into themselves again, turning away the rest of the world that they held no trust for. The small group that did remain… well it was no better than it used to be.

“Wasn’t there some murder or something that happened there?” Fives frowned, seemingly trying to remember what he knew of it.

“Something like that,” Zaiya replied humourlessly.

“Who's the woman?”

“She was called Mother Talzin,” she replied softly, “the one in front of her, that’s her son.” Five’s eyes widened impossibly larger.

“I know him…” he gasped. “That’s…. That’s uhm…” he snapped his fingers as if to summon the name.

“Maul,” she provided, she didn’t like how her voice softened when she said it. She had to remind herself, he wouldn’t be the same boy she once knew.

“Yeah! There was a big to do about him a few years ago, some scandal or indictment, but nothing came of it and he seemed to vanish,” Fives explained as he zoomed in on the picture going through the faces. “What about this girl next to him? The one with Pa-- uh… his hand on her shoulder?”

“One of the congregation children, he liked to seem magnanimous whenever official photographs were taken,” she sneered.

“You knew him…?” Fives looked up finally and a fluch of hot anger ran through her at the question. Anger and shame at having revealed too much.

“I heard about what he was like,” she replied, it was the truth, technically. “Apparently most of the evidence was destroyed, like fifteen years ago or something I think. I managed to get a hold of a few things, but Dathomir is not a place you can get into,” she shrugged, and Fives eyed her suspiciously.

She could see the cogs turning in his mind, he was clever, he’d figure it out sooner or later but she was in no rush to broach the topic more than she already had.

“Well… seeing as how the Maul kid is in this picture, it’s as good a place as any to start-- can you send this to me?” he handed back the phone and she nodded, quickly sharing the image via email along with her other contact info. “There was a professor, one from the Jedi Academy,” Fives took a sip of his drink, his dark eyes searching the table as though the memory were written there. “Some of my sources said Maul had something to do with it, but accusations surfaced about this guy, I can’t remember the name. One of his students, a lawyer, managed to prove it was untrue, but by then it was too late. The Professor lost his job and he essentially had a career homicide. It was after the lawyer made a statement about how the professor was framed, he named Maul as one of the people that was behind it and accused him of coercing witnesses…” Fives took another long drink from the bottle, some fruity soda of some kind. “After that, he disappeared. Not completely but I am guessing Pa-- the Old Man didn’t want the guy to cause him more trouble, worked for him, though the reports are vague at best.”

“So they didn’t advertise it? Huh…” Zaiya mused out loud, it made sense, why would the Old Man, as Fives aptly called him, ever offer any extra information at all?

“Why did he take this random kid with him from Dathomir?” Fives frowned, leaning forward, elbows on the table and chin on the backs of his clasped hands.

“Because he was not a random kid… that’s his son,” Zaiya replied and Fives froze.

“You serious?” he gaped. Zaiya nodded. “I… I didn’t think…!” he hid his face behind his hands for a minute, “they look nothing alike… I just…!”

“Hm…” she replied with an amused smirk. Just wait til he found out about the other two brothers, she thought. “So where do I find him?” she asked, bringing Fives back to the conversation.

“That’s the thing…” he looked back at her. “I don’t know.” He shook his head, some of the longer curls shaking over his forehead, “I am sure he’s around, but like I said, I stopped digging into that side of things, I didn’t need to have any more late night visits,”

“He sent people after you?” Zaiya frowned.

“Yeah, so we’re gonna have to be stealthy so he won’t know what hit him til it’s too late,” he nodded. The white haired girl grinned, some of her black lipstick having worn off while she’d been eating.

“Good to know we’re on the same page,” she chuckled. “So if you start getting in touch with old contacts, I can start at another angle… where do I find the professor? I can learn more of the story from him,” the more information she had, the better.

“I think I can do that, let me see…” he pulled out his phone, and began scrolling. Zaiya made her own notes on her device in order to remember everything Fives had told her. After a while, Fives had an address for her, and programmed her number into his phone to text her the information.

“Well, I think this first meeting has been wonderful, I think we should do this again sometime,” she grinned, and stood, she didn’t want to waste time, and wanted to speak to this Professor as soon as possible.

“So, I’ll call you?” he blurted as she slid out from the booth. She raised a brow at him and he realised how it sounded.

“You know what I mean!” he huffed, “Or you call me… with information… or whatever.” he suddenly seemed a little flustered, oh this was cute.

“Sure thing Fives, with information or whatever,” she laughed softly and moved to head past him to the door.

“Wait…!” he gasped and grasped her wrist. She turned sharply, alarmed at the sudden aggressive contact and he let go immediately. “Sorry… I just, you didn’t tell me your name.” She couldn’t quite describe the look on his face, those bourbon eyes glittering wide and hopeful, the way his hand lingered near hers even though he’d released her. It seems she’d stoked the embers in him into a fire once more, and he was ready to jump back into his old passions for the truth. She allowed her face to relax again and her smirk to return.

“It’s Zaiya,” she told him.

Notes: Hello there!

Now, I love Fives, I love his charisma and intelligence. He is damn smart and I think this role suits him. I am struggling a bit today guys, I am pretty sick atm and I am doing my best to keep my brain from melting. In other news it is my Birthday on Sunday so I plan to drop you another chapter next week as my gift to you!

Next week we will meet the Fallen Instructor. Have you already guessed who it is? Leave your guesses in the comments! As always I love your comments and feedback so any and all comments are welcome. I hope you are well and I will see you next week!

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