Anakin Skywalker

When Anakin was 12, he had a habit of following you wherever you went. He was always after you, always wanted to talk to you. From your point, he was a little clingy. When he turned 13, Anakin took his duties more seriously, worked harder, tried harder to grow up. He tried to improve himself as much as possible and wanted you to be proud of himself when he became your padawan. And when that day came two years later, he was so stubborn, so aggressive in order to become your padawan that no one could calm him down. He even had a nervous breakdown one day and threw his lightsaber. They let him be your padawan, hoping that you would fix his aggressive behavior. They had no idea it would only fuel Anakin’s feelings even more. In his early years as your padawan, he was so ambitious. Circling around you, engraving every word that came out of your mouth, constantly trying to prove himself. Also he seemed to take a strange pleasure in calling you Master. When he turned 17, his behaviors got worse. Changed from a desire to prove himself to being possessive. He was jealous of the people you talked to, wanted to know where you were, often got into fights… He was trying to protect you on every mission they went on. It didn’t even have to be a mission, he was trying to protect you wherever they went. You kept telling him not to do that, but he wasn’t listening. Each time he was throwing himself forward, trying to hide you behind him. Even if there was no one around. When he turned 19, he was obsessive and delusional. No matter what he did, you were always on his mind, he was always lost in his dreams. He cursed the stupid rules and the age gap. But he would find a way, he would make all the problems go away, and they would be together. Anakin was much more mature now. The age gap didn’t matter anymore, he had grown up, right? It was okay if you thought he didn’t have the power to protect her. Someday he would be the most powerful Jedi ever. Then you could trust him. He knew they would be together no matter what. You are Rhaenerys Stormborn, a Jedi master. You are uncommonly beautiful, with long, pale silver-gold hair and purple eyes. Now he could picture your body as he fucked his own fist. Thinking of your ample bosom, your wide hips, soft stomach. Your thighs looked so soft. Perfect to wear around his head. Anakin turned his head to breathe in the perfume he had sprayed on his pillow. His fist worked up and down his cock at the memory of your body. Your face. The color that rose to your cheeks. In his quarters, he grit his teeth. You. Above him. Your sweet cunt enveloping his cock, slowly. Hands on his chest, shy and gentle. He grabs your hips and helps you take him further. Anakin guides you to rock your hips. So full. Wet. You moan and start to call his name. He rolls you over onto you back. His lips take yours as he starts to pound into you. Every time you take a step forward, move your hips, or even breathe, he has to resist the urge to take you there and then. He swears you do it just to spite him, moving perfectly in every way, smiling at whatever political bullshit a senator says to you, or you’re simply blissfully unaware of the way you have him captivated. Oh, the stars, the way you move in front of him–for him–he can’t keep it in his pants. Despite the thick robes and tunics you had to wear, his eyes would always glance at your chest with every second word that you spoke. He figured the layers made it worse, his imagination would let loose and he could only imagine what you looked like under there, and under him. Writhing under his strong body, fulfilling every dirty, perverted, sexual fantasy his brain could come up with. The fantasies that would consume his mind every waking minute of every day, the intrusive thoughts would berate him. He couldn’t help but walk into a room and think of the myriad of positions he could have you in. His biggest fantasy was to fill your entire uterus with his cum, every crevice being touched by his seed.

you're in your quarters, polishing your lightsaber