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Slow Down; Zach Herron

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Hi Bb! Could I Get A Cute Zach X Reader Fic? You Can Take This In Whichever Way You Like But I Was Thinking

You knocked gently on your boyfriend’s front door, feeling insecure in your leggings, your sweatshirt, and sneakers. You’d been to the boy’s house before, but this was still only your second time, and you’d never dressed so casually in front of Zach. Your relationship was still fresh- only 8 dates had happened so far- so you were still holding back parts of yourself you were afraid of him seeing. The lazy, messy part of you that some guys were turned off by.

You wrung the sleeve of your sweatshirt between your fingers. The door opened a moment after you knocked, drawing your eyes from your feet. Jonah, tall as a tree, stared down at you, a sleepy smile growing to his dark features.

“Hey, Y/N, good to see you.” Jonah swept an arm through the air and you walked into it’s path.

The house was noisy, as per usual. Lights were on all over, Corbyn and Jack were shouting over the shooting noises of a video game on the tv, music was streaming from the Bluetooth speakers, Tessa sat at the kitchen island. Daniel was probably out in his studio, and his brothers were strewn around the living room, watching Corbyn and Jack beat each other.

You felt so out of place in the group’s familiar Friday routine. Jonah could tell, harboring the same feeling of social anxiety, and gently touched your elbow.

“I’ll go get him, okay?” You’d been in Zach’s room, he must’ve not have been in there, because Jonah walked outside after you nodded.

You busied yourself with removing your sneakers. You squatted and gently set them beside somebody else’s shoes on the rack. You peaked around at the door and shut it all the way. Somebody finally spoke up when you turned back around.

“Oh, hey, Y/N! Come sit,” Corbyn patted the spot next to him on the couch.

“Shit, sorry, we just completely ignored your existence,” Jack added on, laughing into his headset.

“No worries,” you smiled at everybody, carefully stepping over Christian’s legs to sit next to Corbyn.

“How ya doing, Y/N?” Corbyn glanced at you.

You folded your hands. “I’m okay, thanks. How are you?”

Corbyn went to answer when something happened in the video game and everybody yelled. That’s when you noticed Zach making his way across the room. He pushed Christian’s legs out of the way, earning a playful punch to the thigh. You stood up as he did, giggling at the laughter the two boys exchanged.

Zach threw his arms up when he laughed, one of his cutesy quirks that you had learned yet. His hands landed on you- shoulder and hip. He gently pulled you into his chest, your hands moving to his back.

“Hey,” he laughed in your ear, fingers moving to your back, but landing on your mini backpack.

“Hi,” you leaned away. His fingers slid down your shoulder and gently held your fingers.

He tugged you behind him, guiding the two of you to his room. “Sorry I didn’t answer the door. Daniel was having me record something.”

You shrugged, “No worries. I got a warm welcome from everybody.”

Zach sighed, letting go of you to shut the door. You sat on the edge of his bed. He said, “Yeah, they can be overwhelming at first.”

“No!” You disagreed. “They’re all really great. I like the energy.”

Zach smiled at you as he walked over to you. “You look very cuddly.”

Your anxiety settled in your subconscious, no longer a part of your worries. Instead, a blush painted your face. “We have never cuddled before.”

Zach sat beside you, setting a hand on your knee. “We don’t have to.”

“No, I want to,” you assured him, grabbing said hand and squeezing the knuckles. “I know you’re probably used to moving a little faster, but I’m just nervous. I’m sorry.”

Zach shook his head, carefully studying your eyes. He brushed the hair from your face, behind your ears, “I think I need to slow down anyways. With my career and looking back on my past relationships, I think it’ll keep me grounded. You’ll keep me grounded.”

Your stomach whirled with adoration. You found yourself leaning forward and kissing him. It wasn’t your first kiss- actually, it was your second. But it felt like the first. You hoped that feeling would stay.

Zach cupped your cheek, thumb just barely pushing your chin up into him. Your hands found his jaw, fingers molding between his hair. You kissed for a moment longer, and intended to keep going, but someone knocked at the door.

You jumped back from Zach, laughing from your naive fright at the sound. Zach pecked your lips and went to the door.

“Hello?” He opened it towards him, leaning against the door frame.

That was hot.

Jack waved from his side of the door. “Can y’all go pick up the pizza?”

Zach rolled his eyes, huffing. “Really? There’s, like, 10 other people here. Why can’t they?”

“Thought maybe you wanted alone time with your girl,” Jack shrugged. “Also, Jonah and Tessa just left, Daniel is busy, the rest of us are playing a game. Please?”

Zach obviously wasn’t going to argue with his band mate in front of his girl, as jack had put it. So he agreed.

Zach went to the closet as you waited on the bed, picking out a hoodie. He slung it over his head and sat beside you again to put on his shoes. As he did, you told him about something you did earlier that day. He was a good listener and conversation came so well between you two.

Zach stood up, offering you his hand. He pulled you up, purposefully tugging you close to his chest. He held you by the back and kissed you again. You giggled into his mouth, feeling his fingers squirm against your sweatshirt. He pulled away, to your disappointment, and looked at your sweatshirt with furrowed brows.

“No, this won’t do,” he tugged at the hem of your sweatshirt.

You looked at him with utter confusion, “Huh?”

He walked back to his closet, voice echoing from inside. “If you’re gonna be my girl, you gotta wear my sweatshirt.”

He settled back in front of you, holding out the hoodie.

You carefully grabbed it. “Is that you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

Zach tipped his head at the sweatshirt, “Is that you saying yes?”

You answered by taking off what you had on and replacing it with a hoodie that the The Invitation Tour logo on it. You followed Zach out the living room again and sat down on the floor to put on your sneakers while he found his keys. He helped you off the floor, like in his room, and led you to the garage.

He opened your door for you like a gentleman, passing by with a sweet kiss. You let out a deep breath once you were settled in the seat, feeling a weight of emotions in your stomach.

Zach got in and then you guys were gone. The pizza place was ten minutes away, but they didn’t offer delivery because of COVID. And, of course, you forgot your mask. Zach just shrugged it off while you felt bad he carried two pizzas and a bag of 2 liters to the car. He put it all in the back seat before joining you again.

On the way back, Zach told you to put on music. Meanwhile, his hand sneakily found it’s way to your knee. He didn’t want to automatically place it upon your thigh, genuinely meaning what he had said earlier.

You wrapped your hand around his, letting your intertwined fingers rest in your lap. When you got back to the house, Zach didn’t allow you to carry anything again. As soon as the pizzas hit the kitchen counter, the boys went ravenous. Even Daniel appeared from his cave to get food.

You stood off to the side, feeling rude just diving in. Corbyn noticed you and automatically spoke up over the crowd of men.

“Hey! Guys, we should probably let Y/N go first,” he motioned to you.

Your face flushed and you felt your neck started to clam up. “Oh, I’m okay.”

Zach, who was caught up getting cups for everyone, sighed. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told them to wait.”

“No, it’s no worries, guys. Please, go ahead,” you insisted again.

Daniel shook his head and handed you a plate, “No, Y/N, go ahead.”

You carefully took it and joined the hoard at the island. You took a single slice of cheese pizza and circled back to your spot.

Christian disagreed with your sad plate, “Oh, cmon. Get another slice, and some chips and a drink.”

You began to protest when they all spoke over each other, insisting. Daniel slapped another slice onto your plate, Corbyn held up two bags of chips in your face, and Zach had already poured your favorite soda into a glass. You tapped on the Dorito’s in Corbyn’s right hand and he poured some on your plate.

You had a restless, wide grin on your face the entire time. “Thank you so much.”

Everybody went back to being savages. Zach quickly got in and got out, leading you back to his room. He crawled across the bed and leaned back on his headboard. You carefully sat beside him as he turned on the television.

“You wanna watch that movie you told me about the other day?” He held out the remote to you.

Your mouth fell agape for a moment and then you nodded. “Yeah- uh, yeah.”

How was he such a good listener?

You found the movie on Netflix and put it on. Zach finished his food quickly, but you ate carefully and slowly. Zach simply layed out on the bed, waiting for you to finish. Once you were done, you stood up from the bed.

Zach paused the movie, “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Wanna give me your plate?” You held out your hand.

Zach jumped up suddenly, grabbing his plate and yours before walking out.. You caught up to his long-legged strides with protests.

“Zach!” You called after him, tugging on the back of his sweatshirt.

He finally turned around after he set everything in the sink. “Yes?”

You tried to glare at him, but his smile was so sweet, you broke into a grin. “I was gonna take them!”

Zach shrugged. “I got it, babe.”

You lifted a finger to point in his face, but froze when the pet name registered. Your face went red again.

Zach’s innocent smile turned even cheekier- if possible. He kissed your cheek and left you standing there. You followed him to his room, stopping him in the middle of the hallway. You tugged him around to face him, practically launching yourself into his arms as you cupped his jaw and kissed him. He held the curve of your back, leaning into the kiss.

You broke off, breathless, with matching smiles. “Wanna finish the movie?” You jerked your head in the direction of his room.

Zach nodded in a less than calm manner and followed you inside. He shut the door, splaying back in his spot on the bed. You carefully lay beside him, resting your head on his bicep, which he extended out beside him. His hand clasped around your shoulder and tugged you into his side. You got comfortable over the span of a few minutes, at first slightly stiff. When you were in position, your leg was tossed over his, your hands on his chest.

The movie ended and you began another before your breathing evened and your eyes couldn’t keep themselves open. Zach noticed and carefully shut off the lights and tv with the remote. He pulled the blanket at the end of the bed over you.

“Want me to take you home?” He whispered into your ear.

You hummed a disagreement back, curling further into him. “Is that okay?” You sleepily said.

Zach responded by kissing your forehead and mumbling a goodnight.

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5 years ago

Anakin Skywalker - NSFW A-Z alphabet

as I am currently scraping the bottom of the barrel for ideas i thought... eh. what the hell. might as well give this a shot :) please leave some ideas or requests! 💘

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Anakin is very gentle after sex. He’ll make sure to cuddle you gently until you’ve recovered from your high, then immediately get up to help you clean yourself up.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Anakin loves your hands. They’re the only thing he can touch on a regular basis since you have to keep your relationship hidden - so in public, it’s hands. Behind closed doors though... he adores your ass. You, on the other hand, can never keep your hands off his biceps and abs. You loved every little scar that lined his abdomen and every muscle on his biceps.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Anakin would almost always have your cum on his fingers at least at some point. He loves pleasuring you first, so the likelihood of him not having your cum on his lips or fingers is small. One of his dirty secrets, however, is his favorite place to see his cum on you...

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

...his dirty secret is he loves seeing his cum dripping down your chin from your mouth. He loves pleasuring you, but he loves getting sucked off, too.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Anakin and you were both virgins - so no, you both didn’t know what you were doing. But you both quickly picked up the more you two had sex, and he is certainly experienced now.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves when you’re laying on your back and your legs are lifted up, wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you. Or, if he’s feeling lazy and wants you to do all the work, he’ll have you ride him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

The first couple of times definitely had their fair share of laughs. Now, it’s mainly super serious - and Anakin is extremely sexual and dominant which usually leaves no time for laughs.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself pretty well groomed, as do you. It doesn’t bother the other person if there’s hair - it’s natural, so what’s the big deal? Though, he secretly loves it when you’re completely bare.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Anakin is always super in the moment. He always has his hands on you when he’s thrusting into you, glancing down to make sure you’re okay and squeeze your hands gently if you start to whimper in pain at all.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Once this boy got a taste of it, he couldn’t give it up. Both of you being Generals in the War meant that you both had to be separated, and desperate times call for desperate measures if the other person isn’t there...

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves tying you up. Though he’d never say that to your face, you knew how much he loved it. It brought him so much excitement to see you restrained, struggling to touch him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bed. Though, if you both are impatient, the couch is always a second best. Maybe even the wall if they’re really feeling desperate.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You in general turns Anakin on. The way you acted with such grace and beauty in the face of war completely turns him on each and every time. The thrill of not knowing if you could get a moment alone does, too, because when they’re in public is she Anakin’s dirty mind gets the better of him. You two sneak off pretty often... it’s a shocker no one has guessed yet.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never purposefully hurt you. When he was really angry one day, he spanked you and immediately felt very guilty afterwards cause he hurt his precious angel. After you explained you liked it he started to warm up to the idea of being more physically rough, but a part of him still worried he’d hurt you since he doesn’t know his own strength most of the time.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves receiving, but he also loves giving. He loves gripping your thighs as you squirm around a moaning mess, forcing you back down as he moans into you, “Don’t move, princess. Be a good girl...”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on the mood, but usually slow but rough in the end. If he’s not in one of his sexual moods, it’s definitely taken slowly. But the majority of the time, it’s fast and rough since you barely have enough time alone for a slow session.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are basically how you make it through the time apart. If you’re on a mission and have time alone, you bet he’ll pull you into a cabinet and fuck you until he has to cover your mouth you’re screaming so loud.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves experimenting, and has introduced a few ideas as well. One of his personal favorites was using the Force to pleasure you while his hands focused on other parts of your body.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

If you had the time, rounds upon rounds. However, normally you’d opt for just 2, maybe 3 depending on how needy you two are. But normally it’s around 2.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not usually. Anakin once found your vibrator and used it against you in the best way possible, but neither of you have bought anything since. It’s another risk that, if someone found them, they’d get caught.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This little shit loves to tease you, it’s his way of “edging you on” to make your orgasms as intense as possible.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s pretty vocal. You always know you’re doing a good job because, whenever you’re sucking him off or riding him, he won’t shut up. Neither will you, to be fair.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

There have been times that Anakin has had wet dreams about you. Since his nightmares are always so vivid, so are his normal dreams including his wet ones. If he wakes up after having a wet dream, he certainly lets you know the second you wake up so you can take care of his... “problem.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a bit bigger than average, but definitely not shy of being very big. They don’t call him Darth Daddy for nothing, after all.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Extremely, extremely, and i mean EXTREMELY high. It’s a wonder how you two survive - his hands and lips are always on you any time they can be.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always makes sure you fall asleep first, but the first time you rode him he was already so exhausted from the intense high you gave him that he passed out immediately.

Hold Me - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (one shot)

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff mainly

Words: 1.4k

This is my first fanfiction here, so hopefully you guys enjoy it! Message me if you have any requests for Kylo or Anakin :) gif made by me

~*~

Y/n opened her cabin door and sighed heavily, immediately running over to her bed and collapsing down onto it. She turned and buried her head into her pillow case, gripping it tightly and screaming into it.

She was more stressed out than she had been all month long - it was one thing after another, piling up and beginning to taunt her. First, she was appointed general of yet another army - making her commander towards two different armies for completely different battles during the Clone Wars. Being at two places at once was practically draining and exhausting, and she was barely holding on by a thread.

Not only that, but she was being hit with guilt upon the loss of her clones. Today had the biggest bloodshed her squadron had seen - and she broke down in front of everyone. Already stressed out from her Padawan, Felecia, almost getting kidnapped and completely disobeying her orders days in a row; and getting into a massive argument over her safety with her secret husband Anakin days prior, she broke down.

Completely embarrassed from the sudden outburst, she stood up, brushed off her robes and excused her prior actions, cheeks red with embarrassment.

Now, hours later, her squadron’s missions both were complete, and she had a bit of time to breathe. So of course, she retired to her quarters and did the one thing she needed to do most - scream and cry.

Crying louder than she had realized, she heard a faint knock on the door. Gasping softly and sitting up, she started to try and make her face look presentable before standing up. She already knew who was at the door, it was her husband, Anakin. She had sensed his presence, and knew he too was in distress.

She slowly walked over to the door and opened it, seeing her husband’s worried blue eyes and immediately melting.

“My love... I heard about what happened on the bridge,” Ani began, sighing. “Can I-“

“Just hold me,” she spoke lowly, afraid to cry again. Y/n moved aside and grabbed his arm, yanking him into her - well, their but no one but them had to know that - room, shutting the door with the Force and hugging him tightly.

Instantly, she started to cry into his dark robes again, the comforting arms of her husband ushering her to let out her emotions.

Anakin sighed and pulled her closer, hugging her even tighter, “I’ve got you...” he buried his face into her hair and sighed, pressing a soft kiss to it as he squeezed her tighter in his arms, “I’m here darling. Let it out.”

“I-i’m sorry,” Y/n croaked, embarrassment reddening her cheeks again as she realized she started unloading on him without asking. “I should’ve-“

“Shh, shh. It’s okay,” Anakin hums, walking them a few steps to the right of them and letting her go gently. He slid off the darker part of his robe, sitting on the side of the bed as he chucked it to the floor. He picked her up easily, her small figure light in his arms. He gently laid her down on their bed, pulling her to his chest as he played with her hair softly, “Cry to me sweetheart. What’s going on?”

Y/n sniffled and hid her face into his shirt, gripping just above his belt a fistful of grey fabric as she cleared her thoughts. “It’s just a lot.”

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t let my beautiful wife talk about her worries?” He spoke softly, playing with her (h/l) (h/c) hair gently with his bare fingertips.

Y/n smiled against his shirt softly and closed her eyes. Though they were married for almost a year now, she still felt her heart flutter at the mention of their marriage.

“It’s not just one thing, it’s a lot Ani,” she sighed, trying to figure out where to start as she calmed her tears, “I’m not sure where to start.”

“Start from the beginning. What started the emotions to build up,” he replied. Y/n nodded, “I guess it started when we fought.”

“I caused you this pain?” Anakin stopped, a hurt expression on his face as he looked down at her. “No!” Y/n replied quickly, “It was guilt from fighting with you, that’s all.”

“I fought with you about that because I worry about you, angel,” he sighed, sitting up and pulling her onto his lap, cradling her much smaller body, “I don’t want...” he stopped, trying to find the right words so he didn’t scare either of them, “I don’t want to be called onto a planet leading a rescue mission because you were taken or killed in battle.”

Y/n looked up and saw the pain and fear of that thought in his eyes, and her heart strained. She hugged him tighter, sniffling, “I won’t ever let that happen.”

“And I won’t either,” Anakin sighed, caressing the back of her hair with his large hand, pressing her head further against his chest. “Was that all?”

“No,” Y/n mumbled softly, her eyes fluttering closed softly as he stroked her head softly, “Felecia scared me. I thought-“ she froze, the thought of it happening scaring her to tears again, “I thought she got kidnapped. She was fighting so well, and then she just disappeared... I saw her get dragged away by some clones, and I just... snapped.”

Y/n recalled the scary memory easily. Watching her much younger Padawan get dragged away, screaming and kicking as her lightsaber fell from her hand. Y/n screamed her name and ignited her purple saber as she rushed towards the drones, slicing through their body easily. Sometimes, the pure anger that always seemed to be pent up inside Y/n scared her, but it certainly proved helpful in situations like that.

“I almost hit her,” she blinked back more tears, “she looked so frightened. She looked scared of me,” A silent, hot tear tricked down Y/n’s cheek, “and it broke me. I’m afraid my anger will eventually lead me down a dark path.”

Anakin began to rock her softly as she cried harder, gripping his shirt tighter, “I hurt both people I love in the same day. First you, and then her. She’s like the daughter i’ve always wanted, and I scared her half to death,” she sobbed, shaking softly as Anakin shushed her, rocking her gently, “I’m not angry at you. And she’s not scared of you. She was shaken up, clearly. Remember she’s young - younger than most - and the fear of possible death probably was what scared her.”

“I wish that were correct,” Y/n frowned, wiping her eye, “but she told me that she’d never seen that fury in my eyes before. It scared her.”

Anakin started moving the pad of his thumb against the side of her face, drawing unrecognizable shapes against her soft skin as he continued to listen.

“And i’m just worried about my armies... one is hard enough, let alone two. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, Ani,” her lip quivered, trying to contain more tears to spare his shirt from becoming completely soaked with hot tears.

“Forget the shirt,” Anakin chuckled, “I can change.” He pushed her back slightly so he can look in her (e/c) eyes and smiled softly, “I promise you’re doing an amazing job, sweetheart. There’s not another person that would’ve been better for the job Master Yoda gave you,” he spoke softly. “You’re doing amazing.”

“You would’ve been the better fit,” Y/n frowned, closing her eyes and hanging her head down, “It certainly doesn’t feel like I was the right fit.”

“You are. And you know why?” Anakin pushed her chin up gently and Y/n shook her head softly, “because you’re my wife. And my wife is the most amazing woman in the galaxy. The second best pilot-“

“Second?” Y/n furrowed her brows as Ani chuckled, “Behind me of course.” he kissed her nose, causing her to crinkle her nose up and smile softly. Though Ani was being serious, he always had to have that special occasional Skywalker playful manner that Obi Wan and her both loved to hate.

“Okay, okay, second best,” she giggled softly. “Right.” Anakin kissed her cheek before continuing, “She’s the most amazing woman in the galaxy. The smartest, strongest, and most beautiful woman ever. And somehow... through every bad thing I’ve done...” Anakin reached for her hands, kissing them softly, “out of all the men in the galaxy... she chose me.”

She blushed softly and pressed her lips softly against his, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way, Ani.”