#anakin au

[marvelstars]

I don´t know if this is an unpopular oppnion, I just have not seen this take often outside of fics but I honestly believe Anakin would not have fallen to the darkside if he stayed on Tatooine.

If he stayed with his mother he would not have been exposed to Palpatine in exchange of getting political good points, he would have been adopted by Cliegg Lars after he married Shmi, became Owen´s brother and Beru brother in law, he could have keep Shmi safe from the Tusken Raiders without resorting to violence because even as a child he had a more nuanced understanding of them enough to talk with them with Threepio´s help, in fact it was precisely this fact the thing that broke him when he found out about them kidnapping his mother, he thought they were simply misunderstood and his mind could not deal with this image and in his childhood they were vs his mother being slowly tortured to death in the space of 1 month, he would not have developed his Jedi skills but would have learned to use his force powers in an intuitive manner, just like Luke did in the OT.

While this happens, Palpatine probably would have taken over the galaxy with the Empire, be it because the invasion of Naboo got extended because Anakin wasn´t there to destroy the main control starship of the droid army or Anakin stayed enough to help Padme on Naboo and then came back to Tatooine to stay with his mother.

In this case, ten years later the clone wars would have started and the Jedi Order has the same trouble dealing with war without the training to do so which later would lead to them still be surrounded by an slaved clone army who would open fire the moment it was convenient. Palpatine didnt have an interest in another Jedi besides Anakin so this would lead to him taking on Count Dooku as his official apprentice.

Meanwhile Anakin at this point would have managed to fight off the Hutts over Tatooine and would just enter in conflict with the begginings of the Empire, just this time he would not have any kind of relationship to the Emperor and would just see them as slavers under another name given the chips used in the clone army and either obi-Wan or another Jedi survivor could have teached him about his force powers without having to sacrifice his mother relationship to him or being isolated from the Jedi order for most of his youth.

I also see Padme and Anakin falling in love here as well, I don´t see either of them staying away from fighting Palpatine´s Empire but this time their relationship would not have the added stress of being hidden or forbidden, Luke and Leia could have been born earlier this time.

I have only seen a few fics that tackle this scenario and most of them are about time travel in which an older Vader version of Anakin takes over young Anakin or personally gets to the past to raise himself as a father figure and fight the Emperor from the beggining of TPM but I believe this perfectly would have happened in canon if Anakin had stayed on Tatooine.

[samonroegf]

cold hands, warm hands - anakin skywalker

100% fluff, soft!ani normal au. requested by @garbagebomb. prompt : “your hands are freezing.” ᝰ masterlist

autumn was blossoming around you, it was still relatively warm. colors changing around you, like you were placed in a halloween centered film. you were walking the city streets with your boyfriend, anakin skywalker.

you pointed out a couple of birds on a telephone wire, the last of the season. anakin smiles sweetly down at you, grabbing your hand to interlock your fingers.

“your hands are freezing,” anakin basically chided you, taking both of your hands in his. stopping your stroll, under an oak tree.

it was romantic, the warmth of his hands mixing with the coolness of yours. the tree casted beautiful shadows over anakin’s face, it makes you want to smile and pull him close. the darkened colors of the leaves, complimented his skin and hair wonderfully.

“they always are, ani.” you giggle, swinging his and your hands back and forth. he pulls you closer, letting your arms wrap around him as he pushes a kiss to forehead.

“well, I'm gonna have to get my girl some gloves then, huh?”

[ultraviolenceticket]

anakin batman au. hear me out.

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 15th

modern!anakin x cumming untouched

you were mortified, and you can’t fathom how it even occurred in the first place.

anakin had wanted to wait.

he had experience in the past, an era before he met you where he was more reckless with his sexual partners — but since maturing, and getting to know you, he wanted things to be different. he wanted it to be special, especially when he figured out you’d never been touched like that before. time was a precious thing now, where he’d go days and nights thinking of how good he wanted to make you feel, listening out to each little gasp you made when the two of you would kiss, and having to peel himself away, half hard and full of self restraint everytime.

the time had finally come, where you’d decided to be intimate together after a particularly romantic date. anakin had done everything right, and that had only riled you up all the more. he was the perfect gentleman — opening your car door for you, bringing you flowers and pulling out your chair at the restaurant, but under the candlelight there was still something so uniquely rugged and boyish about him that made you clench your legs beneath the table. you felt yourself become uncharacteristically aroused as you tried to focus on what you were speaking about across from him as he sat staring at you intently, nodding attentively to show he was listening, his tongue prodding at his snakebite piercing out of habit. you couldn’t help but trail off, distracted —wondering how it might feel to have the cool metal of the piercing down below on your body.

when he’d clocked onto your state, the look you both shared silently sealed the deal of what the two of you would be up to later on — his mouth stretching into that charming wide grin you knew so well, all white teeth and smile lines, and you couldn’t wait to finally have him on you, or better yet — in you.

the two of you had barely made it back to your apartment, tension thick as honey as he’d followed you inside, stealing touches from eachother until you’d wound up in your bedroom, gasping into his mouth. you could feel yourself getting hotter and wetter by the second, feeling as though you were lacking oxygen but couldn’t bring yourself to care. all you cared about in that moment was anakin, and having him where you wanted him.

as he sucked on your tongue, large hands sliding up your top and into the cups of your bra to thumb at your hard nipples, you couldn’t help but let out desperate, high pitched and depraved sounds to convey your need to him. “this okay, baby?” he cooed, his open mouth not leaving your lips as he asks. you let out a sound resembling “uh huh” but can’t get any words out, otherwise.

luckily, for him that’s enough and he continues. you don’t notice that you’re squirming on the bed, grinding your hips down into the mattress until he tugs lightly on your sensitive nipples and suddenly something is unravelling. the coil in your stomach that you were unaware of had snapped, and you yelped— gasping, panting and whining against his lips. you tried to get your words out, shock and confusion evident in your loud mewling when you tell him “i’m cumming!” all of a sudden.

there’s a millisecond where he freezes, pulling back slightly and looking at you with big dilated pupils and swollen lips. his brows furrow as he continues to play with your nipple with one hand and uses the other to pull you against him, letting you bury yourself into his collarbone as you ride out the unexpected and slightly alarming orgasm. “okay baby, it’s okay!” he cooes comfortingly, letting you dig your nails into his tattooed forearms. his voice is gentle, kind and a little confused as he tries to comfort you through it, your breathing suggesting the shock of it might make you hyperventilate if you weren’t careful.

you’d gotten yourself so worked up, that you’d cum just from him playing with your tits. you felt totally humiliated, as if you’d ruined the whole thing by getting overexcited. you slow your hips that were involuntarily jerking against the mattress and take jagged breaths against him, letting him rub his big warm hand up your spine. “there you go, wow — sensitive girl aren’t you?” he let’s out a delighted laugh, leaning back slightly to try and look at you.

he notices your tearful expression and is quick to take your cheeks in his hands, smoothing his thumbs over them. “you’re okay, just got a little excited, sweetheart. it happens.”

you look up at him, doe eyes twinkling with potential tears. “i ruined it.” you sulk, looking down at your lap.

he’s smiling again. in that typical, life ruiningly anakin way.

“you have no idea how sexy that was, pretty girl.” his voice is raspy and low and he drags his lips across your puffy ones, letting you shakily exhale into his mouth as you listen intently. “you’re new to this, so you might not know a lot and that’s okay, i’m here to teach you.” two large hands find their way to your knees and he parts them slightly, thumbs rubbing soothing circles. he’s not moving too fast, just slowly letting you feel him get closer. “the great thing about having a pretty little pussy,” he begins and you whimper at his vulgar words in disbelief, his hands beginning to slide up your thighs. “is that it can cum for me as many times as it wants to.” his hands slide up your skirt, fingers hooking around your panties as he pulls back, looking you in the eye. “so, how about — i get these off.” he taps your hips concealed by your lace underwear. “and i can give you a couple more, just like that but better.” he proposed and you involuntarily spread your legs, staring at him in disbelief.

“yeah?” he pushes.

“please.”

“atta girl.” he kisses your nose and slides the destroyed fabric down your thighs, chuckling at the mess before getting to work.

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[coexiising]

Good Neighbors - Chapter Three

SUMMARY ✦ Anakin gives you a ride in the car and you learn some interesting details about his life.

WARNING(S) ✦ Nothing

MASTERLIST ✦ Here.

There was so much tension in the tiny car that you were sure that the air was getting hotter by the second and the car would explode like a balloon. And there was absolutely nothing you could do to make it any easier on yourself. If you were to start talking to Anakin, you feared that you would say something that you regretted, but if you were to keep sitting here silently like an idiot there was no way that awkwardness wouldn’t follow. 

You positioned yourself so that your legs were crossed and your knees faced the door of the car, angled slightly away from him. Every so often you would look into the front mirror and catch his eyes, looking at you with an intensity you’d never seen from anyone else before. You were surely just imagining it. 

Right? 

When the car took another exit off of the highway and merged onto the one going north, you heard him sigh from next to you. “You’re not much for conversation, are you?” He asked in a playful tone. Great, now he thought that you were some weirdo who didn’t want to talk the entire car ride there. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him, it was that you were sure you could blow this whole situation out of proportion with only a few sentences. The way that you felt around Anakin was nothing like you had felt before and frankly, it was beginning to terrify you just a little bit at how much you liked him. You had only known him for a few weeks or so. Though, in those two weeks you kept wanting him more and more with each passing day. “Or are you just tired?” 

“Not tired,” You answered. “I guess I’m just not sure what to talk about. I’m not sure if we have anything in common.” Good, maybe this way you could get the attention off of yourself and he would talk about his life. Like his kids or his beautiful wife, and you would listen no matter what because it was at least better than you blurting out how stupidly handsome you thought that he was. 

He chuckled. “I guess you’re right. The only thing you really know about me are the kids and Padmé, and the fact that we’re next door neighbors.” 

“Exactly my point.” 

“Well, you also know that I’m a lawyer. I went to Northwestern School of Law and graduated not too long ago and I own a firm with one of my friends: Obi-Wan. We also hired a few of our law school friends,” He explained. “Padmé and I moved here because it wasn’t a long commute and to work on our marriage.” 

You raised your eyebrow. Now that was some interesting news. Anakin and his wife seemed to have the perfect marriage, but was it all just some sort of show? Was there something that was preventing them from being a perfect, happy family? There was also the question of why he was telling you all of this. He didn’t know you all that well . . . Unless he wanted you to know the information for a specific reason. You wouldn’t get your hopes up, however, and simply hummed in response and tried to think of a response. Well, since he was telling you this, maybe you could get some more information as to what is going on. “What is going wrong in your marriage, you and Padmé seem so happy together.” 

“I’m glad it seems that way. We’re really trying to make a good impression on the neighborhood, you know, being the new people in town. There were some problems out in the city with a guy named Rush Clovis and her getting into something bad with another firm owned by a guy named Maul.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“It’s okay, we’re working on it.” 

“Then why did you leave the dinner party to come with me? Don’t you think you should be with your wife?” 

Perhaps that question went a little far, because Anakin stayed silent for a moment and when you turned to look at him, his eyes were fixated on the road, like he was intentionally making sure they were there so as to not give anything away. He sucked in a breath and shook his head, a few strands of hair fell onto his face, bouncing with their own curl. You wondered what it was like to run your hands through it, if it was really as soft as it seemed. Maybe he wanted to come with you because you weren’t making up this attraction towards him. 

A few more seconds passed before he said, “I guess I just really don’t like dinner parties.” 

You sighed to yourself, somewhat silently as to not draw attention to it. You don’t know what you were expecting. Some sort of declaration of love? He was married with two kids. There was no way that he would risk all of that for someone like you. Anakin was just being nice, that’s what you had to keep telling yourself so that all these dumb feelings would just go away. “Me neither,” You said, deciding to switch the conversation as much as you could so that maybe this now semi-awkward ride would go by just a little bit faster than it was going now. “My mom is always having them too. That’s how this whole neighborhood is though, so I would get used to it.” There were always a handful of dinner parties happening a week. Honestly you were surprised that your mother didn’t invite more people. 

After a bit more of small talk, you both arrived at your destination and you were quick to slip out of the car and grab what you needed. In less than five minutes, you came back to the car and found Anakin on the phone, muttering something to someone else. You only heard a little bit of it, but it sounded like it was his wife. Glancing at the time, you saw that it was getting late and that Padmé had probably decided to go home. Opening the door and getting into the car, Anakin muttered a small goodbye and hung up the phone, putting the car into drive and beginning your ride back. 

“Thanks for driving me again,” You said to him. “You’re already my favorite neighbor.” It was a tease, maybe a little flirty with the tone you put it into, but you were nervous going any farther. No matter how attractive Anakin was, he was still a married man and you didn’t want to give him the wrong impression if you were making your small amount of chemistry with him up. 

He stifled out a laugh, but it didn’t sound like a pity laugh, it sounded real. And for a moment you chuckled too, looking out the window at the array of street lights passing you by with each passing second. It was easy to zone out, that you didn’t even hear Anakin say anything to you. Instead you kept staring, that was until his hand came and rested on your thigh, shaking it as if to get your attention. That was enough to snap you out of your daze, jumping just a small bit and turning to look at him. His hand was still on your thigh and you didn’t even want it to go away. “I was asking you if you were going to the Shepherd wedding but you seemed to be in another world,” Anakin said. “What were you thinking about?” 

Well, if you keep your hand on my thigh, I won’t be thinking about anything. You thought to yourself, trying to keep a straight face as you attempted to formulate a sentence. What did he ask you about . . . The wedding! Two of the longest members of the cul de sac had a daughter who was getting married next weekend and all of you were invited, and they probably had extended the invitation to the Skywalker family, since everything about the neighborhood was accepting, as long as you stayed in between the lines that is. And considering Padmé was running politically, you were sure that the Shepherd’s were trying to get into their good graces. 

You took a deep breath. “Yes, I’ll be at the wedding. The bride is a close friend of mine, we went to high school together. They’re high school sweethearts, you know.” You didn’t know how Maria Shepherd was already ready for marriage, especially because you were the same age. You still felt young. And you were, maybe she was just ready for something you couldn’t even really think about. “I don’t know how she’s doing it. But they’ve loved each other since they were little.” 

“Marriage isn’t for everyone, but it sounds like they’re perfect for each other,” Anakin said. You nodded, shrugging your shoulders and looking down at his hand. For some reason, it felt perfect on your thigh, with just the right size to hold you, veins slightly popping out that made you take in another deep breath. 

The rest of the ride you two engaged in small talk. Once he parked in his driveway, you got out of the car with Julia’s laptop, walking around to say goodbye. He stood out of the car and gave you a smile, it made your stomach feel all fuzzy, but you tried your best to ignore it. “So I’ll see you tomorrow then? At the block party for the Fourth?” You asked him. 

“Yeah, I’ll see you then. Maybe you can tell me the inside scoop on everyone in the block, you seem to know a whole lot,” Anakin teased.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to take all the attention away from your wife.” 

“Oh, she’s not coming, something about a political strategy meaning, some sort of press stunt. What better day than the fourth?” 

You sighed. “Well, then I look forward to your company tomorrow.” 

“So do I. Goodnight, Y/N.” 

“Goodnight.” 

[the-far-bright-center]

He could feel it now, in the Force, could recognize the creature before him, recognize the cold, freezing dread that lived in the furnace of his heart, the Obsidian Dragon with eyes of dead starlight, walled away by flame, and held at bay by sheer force of will. The Obsidian Dragon made of fear and failure and weakness and death.

“I will not fall!” He ground out the vow from behind clenched teeth, pressing forward with the Force as hard as he was able. Darth Vader trembled in anger at the onslaught. “I am Anakin Skywalker, and I will never fall!”

Suddenly, intensely, power rushed off Anakin in waves, and Darth Vader bent under the assault, crumpling with wheezing breaths. The painful breaths of a pitiful creature.

Utterly spent from the release of energy, Anakin sagged to his knees, arms falling weakly to his sides.

“I am Anakin Skywalker,” he rasped, “and I am not afraid.”

— The Chosen Path AU series by steelneena ( @muldertorture )

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 8th

modern!anakin x choking

this is so bad i hate it

the first time you’d asked anakin to choke you, he said no.

well, not specifically. you were on your back, laid out bare for him with his body slot between your legs, hips rolling languidly against yours as he slowly massages his tongue over your own. it was so intimate, unable to stop the whimpers and whines from leaving you with his open mouth pressed to yours. you’d pulled away to moan, but missing your mouth he’d gently tugged your face back to him with a hand on your jaw.

you liked how that felt.

his big strong hand clasping you like that, the threat of roughness behind a tender moment, the casual dominance. you pictured his hand travelling that little bit lower and squeezing your neck the same way, and you clenched around him hard.

“you feeling good baby?” he coo’s, feeling you flutter around him. shakily, your own hand comes up— resting over his much larger one. through your own pleasured haze, you apply some pressure and drag his grip down so he’s lightly holding your neck.

“please choke me.”

you look so fucking good, and god does he want to — wants to grip you by the neck and use you for leverage to fuck, saying all kinds of nasty shit, and yet… he worries. anakin is an overthinker— and his worst fear is hurting you. with the potential of this happening presenting himself, he moves his hand away, replacing the touch with his lips instead.

“you telling me what to do?” he teases, and leaves it at that.

the two of you finish up, and he spends the next half an hour comforting you — the post orgasm haze making you feel a little more fragile and embarrassed.

“i’m sorry.” you offer meekly into his shoulder as he cradles you on the bed. “i shouldn’t have put you on the spot.”

“baby,” he sighs, pulling your face away to hold it in his hands. he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars yourself and you just feel… bad for even making a deal out of it in the first place. “i don’t want you to feel like you can’t ask for what you want. wanna make you feel good, yeah? it just caught me… off guard. and i don’t really know what i’m doing.” he chuckles, a comforting hand smoothing along your spine. “don’t wanna hurt you.” it comes out muffled into your cheek as he places a kiss there.

that’s the last time it gets brought up.

but one thing about anakin, is that he’s attentive. obsessed with detail and competing with himself, always wanting to be performing the best that he can be. whether it’s at the gym, or work — he has to be constantly pushing himself to be the best he’s capable of, and this extends to the bedroom. if there was something that could be making you feel even better, you bet your ass he was all over it.

after some extensive research on how to correctly choke someone without killing them, he pockets the knowledge and waits for the opportunity to arrive— and soon, it’s presents itself in the form of a particularly rough session, after you’d begged him to fuck you hard and deep because you needed what you referred to as a ‘factory reset’ after a hard week.

so there, you found on yourself flat on your stomach with your boyfriend mounting you, clutching a pillow like it’s your life line. the white material was stained from your mascara, anakin fucking you so deep that all you could do was sob and take it.

“just needed me to empty that pretty little head, hm?” he hums in your ear, hot breath warming the side of your face. his words make you clench hard, and you drop your face into the sheets to muffle your mewls.

from instinct, anakin lifts your head off the sheet to make sure you’re breathing and getting all your pretty noises out loud and clear— he does this by holding you by the neck. once holding you there, he gently squeezes the sides, testing the waters.

you let out a sound so heavenly, he has no choice but to do it again.

“hows that, hm? you tap me twice if you don’t like it, yeah?”

“mhm, okay ani!”

you clamp down, feeling a little lightheaded and completely at his mercy — this alone, had you spiralling towards your orgasm. you lightly hold onto his tattooed forearm, almost in disbelief that he was finally giving you what you craved.

“just needed to get choked out by your big strong boyfriend huh? poor baby, so messed up.” he grins ear to ear, watching you come undone all over his cock.

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[princessbrunette]

I got one more modern!ani idea 👀 I just got my Halloween costume today (slutty nun woot woot) and like it’s definitely out of my comfort zone cause of my size buuuut imagine modern! Ani’s reaction to a little costume like thaaat😭😭😭

before he met you, anakin was not a halloween costume kinda guy. he’d show up to a party for the beer, and if that meant he needed to smear a little fake blood on his mouth to get through the door he was happy to— but he wouldn’t take it any further than that.

but then he met you— someone who enjoys all things frivolous. christmas? best believe you’re dragging him to shop for decorations as soon as december hits (you even try to drag him out earlier, but he refuses because ‘november is way too early’— that’s a different conversation though.) anyway, you loved halloween — and he loved you, so of course, he was willing to match the energy.

to a degree anyway.

you decided to go for cop and robber (you saw a sexy police costume in the store and anakin wanted to wear all black) so when the night of the party came around, anakin was sat on the couch waiting for you to get ready. it wasn’t much of a costume — black tshirt, black pants and boots (usual attire pretty much) but with a black balaclava just showing his pretty eyes, brow piercing just about peaking out. he looked intimidating, you’d give him that — sat on the couch manspreading with his arms crossed over his chest when you walked out your room in the tiny little costume.

you do a little adorable spin, and even though his mouth was masked you could tell by his eyes he was smirking. he stands, looming over you, eyes dragging over you — from the way the buttons were undone, displaying your cleavage to the way your stockings hugged your thighs. you felt out of your comfort zone, and sucked on your bottom lip — waiting for the verdict.

“you expect me to make it to this party?” he jokes, taking your hand in his larger one and making you do another spin to get another look (at your ass).

“is it too much?” you giggle shyly, looking down at yourself.

“for who? me?” he raises his eyebrows and you shrug.

“no, like, everyone else. people are gonna… perceive me.” your fingers are spread by your side in demonstration.

“…and?”

“its…slutty!”

he steps back from you, a careless shrug lifting his strong shoulders. “alright…well…” he lifts his hand casually, squeezing your cheeks a little. “if anyone breathes in your direction i’ll make sure they don’t breathe again. how about that?”

you giggle, and your brain goes a little smooth — so you drop it. at the party no one dares look at you for longer than three seconds anyway, with the tall, built masked man stood at your side glaring them down. as you can imagine, the handcuffs hanging from your hip get put to good use later on, on you, when his protectiveness possesses you to drag him out the party to fuck you within an inch of your life.