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itsmewillful · 1 year ago

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Hello! Can I request a story? (Anakin Skywalker x gn!Reader?)

Can the Reader be Anakin's Padawan? Like recently, Ahsoka left the order and Anakin's sorta grieving over it Maybe the reader has recently lost their own Master so they're also upset about that. Reader has an big crush on Anakin and vice versa. but he's typical Ani and acts mean and scary. I dunno, i just liked the idea and saw you were taking requests. Sorry for grammatical mistakes. English isn't my first language <3 Thank you and have a good day!

A/N: Hello there Anon! I am so sorry about the wait. I am writing multiple stories atm and only just got around to this. Hope you like it<3 And let me know if you want a Part Two. I feel like I could possibly add some more to this story. -Ace

The World is a Cruel Place (PART ONE?)

(Anakin Skywalker x gn!reader)

Main Masterlist

Character Masterlist

Story Outline: Your previous Master was unexpectedly killed on the battlefield, and you find yourself with a new Master, who he himself has recently lost his own Padawan. Your new Master is cold towards you, and you fear that you may never get him to appreciate you as a Padawan. Until one day, you find out your very much mistaken.

Word Count: 2918 (basically 3000. . .)

Warning(s): Not proof read, so there is probably mistakes, Swearing, Anakin is a bully, ANGST-y?, MAKE OUT SCENE, maybe hair pulling kink?

It was one of those days at the Jedi Temple where nothing in particular was going on. Except for the fact that you were getting a new Master to complete your Padawan Training. It would have been a big deal to you if it weren’t for the fact your previous Master had recently been killed in front of you only a few days prior. So, you sat anxiously in the council room, awaiting Master Yoda’s decision on who would be your new Master.

The old Jedi was walking around in a circle in the decently-sized council room, stroking his chin and lost in thought. You watched him as he hobbled about, thinking about who he could possibly pick to be your next mentor. It wasn’t before long he stopped in his tracks and hummed to himself, which could only mean one thing.

“Perfect choice for you, I have thought of.” Yoda said cheerfully. You stood up abruptly from the seat you sat on prior. Yoda slowly walked over to you and grabbed both of your hands. “He too, lost a Padawan. Help each other recover, I know you can.” Your eyes widen at his words. A Jedi Master has lost a Padawan? Isn’t a Master supposed to protect their Padawan’s at all cost? Which Jedi Master could be so reckless? “Sense your conflict, I do. About your new Masters old Padawan, yes?” You nodded and looked away from the older Jedi. Yoda chuckled and let go of your hands before heading to the door. “Master Skywalker didn’t lose a Padawan to the Force, young one. His Padawan left the order, she did.” You silently gasped. Master Skywalker? As in, Anakin Skywalker? The famous Chosen One? Yoda once again chuckled and shook his head.

“Didn’t expect Skywalker to be your new mentor, no?”

“N-no, Master. I didn’t.” you stumbled on your words. Yoda reached the door and opened it, revealing the Jedi himself, and his own previous mentor.

“Master Kenobi and young Skywalker, glad to see you, I am.” Yoda announced. You examined the two jedi and gulped when your eyes met Anakin��s. Not only was he taller than you expected, but way more handsome than any holograms you’ve seen of him in interviews. You could feel your jaw slightly dropping open, but immediately clenched it when you noticed Anakin was examining you too.

“Master Yoda, we came here to announce the-”

“Master Kenobi, hear about the War later, I will. Right now, we will discuss young Skywalker’s new Padawan.” Yoda interrupted Obi-Wan mid sentence. You notice that both Jedi’s mouths dropped, but not as far as Anakin’s. His jaw practically fell onto the floor; and his eyes widened so much, you were positive they would pop out of his skull.

“New Padawan? But Master Yoda, I didn’t request-” Anakin began to argue but Yoda didn’t have any of it and hit his leg with his cane, to which Anakin winced at.

“Any complaints about this arrangement, not have, I will. You will train young L/N and ensure her success as a Jedi Knight. Then after her training, become a Jedi Master, you will.”

Anakin seemed to calm down a bit when he heard about his stepping up in ranks to become a Master Jedi. He once again looked at you but with an unreadable gaze. You attempted a small smile to perhaps change his cold demeanour, but he only scowled at you before looking away and re-focusing his attention at Yoda.

You shrugged at his attitude and assumed it had to do with his mission he just got back from. But boy, were you wrong.

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“Padawan, why are you late?”

You stood up straight from your slouching position and locked eyes with your new Master, Anakin Skywalker. You looked over to the wall at the entrance of the massive training room where a clock was displayed.

“Master, I am on time. Unless you count those-”

“You’re two minutes late, two minutes of valuable time that I could be training you to be better. Remember my rules, Padawan?” Your master interrupted to continue his rant, to which you rolled your eyes before replying.

“Every one minute late, equals-”

“-ten laps around the training room. So, at the end of our usual training, I expect you to stay afterwards and do your twenty laps. Then you are free to do whatever you want.”

You huffed. When you found out your new Master would be Anakin Skywalker, you thought your life was going to change. You were correct on that; but it wasn’t how you expected. Anakin was incredibly harsh on you and was always going all out on your training. You usually found yourself too exhausted to do anything in your free time, as you normally went to your chambers to have a nap.

The missions you went on were even worse!

Since Anakin Skywalker was a general for one of the biggest Clone Squads, you constantly found yourself on missions that were much more dangerous than the ones you and your previous master went on. People were constantly dying all around you and some deaths could've been easily prevented.

On top of that, the trauma from your previous master haunted you like a lost soul. Your nightmares about them got so bad that you often didn’t sleep at night in fear of having those dreams. An endless cycle of your master getting stabbed by Ventress over and over and over. And as previously mentioned, Anakin did nothing but make you dread things more.

“Padawan, you sure are in Lala Land today, aren’t you?” your thoughts were interrupted when you suddenly tripped and fell over, and met face to face with your Masters chest, to which he stumbled back from and nearly fell over too.

“Oh my! I am so sorry, Master. I didn’t-” you tried to apologise but he waved his hand in dismissal.

“Save it Padawan, I don’t need to hear your excuses. Just, please, try and focus or you’re wasting both of our time.” You nodded your head and began to practise sparring with your Master once more. But it wasn’t before long you once again were knocked from your feet and you fell flat on your back with two lightsabers pointed at your chest.

“What is it, Padawan? You’re usually not this bad.” Anakin said smugly with an evil smirk gracing his features. Oh how badly you wanted to punch the smirk off of it.

“Wow Master, you could at least ask me if everything is alright. Yet again, you never did care for me enough did you?” You said through gritted teeth. Anakin raised his brow at you before deactivating your sabre and handing it to you.

“I care for you, I just don’t frolic around and make you feel special like your previous Master. This is the real world; it’s not nice. So you need to grow up and get used to it.”

You just about exploded with tears right there and then. How dare he talk about your old Master like that? The one person who made sure you were standing here, alive and well today. You stood up abruptly from the ground and stormed out of the room, ignoring Anakin’s orders to return to him immediately.

Once you were a bit ways from the training room, that’s when you let your thoughts cloud your mind. How could such a beautiful man act like such an arse? You will admit, you had a massive crush on your Master. He was tall, handsome, and not to mention, fearless. He was very intimidating, which you loved.

When he first became your mentor, you fantasised about him nearly every night, which often led you to blushing madly when you were around him the next day. But you knew he would never like you the way you liked him. From how he presented himself as a Jedi, you knew he would never break the code for someone like you.

You sighed in frustration to where your thoughts were spiralling your mind into. You clenched your jaw tightly and began to pick up the pace to where your chambers laid.

Why do you like Anakin anyway? All he does all day is insult your technique, and how you could try better. You do try! You began to mumble angrily at yourself, and before long, you found yourself projecting each of your thoughts with no shame at all.

“How could he? That stupid. . .goodie-two-shoed Jedi–”

“Who are you cursing about?” a voice interrupted your small tantrum and you turned around quickly on your heels and noticed it was Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin’s previous Master. Oh, what joy.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Master Kenobi. . .I-I was just–”

“Is Anakin being difficult on you, Padawan?” He asked as he stepped closer to you so you could hear each other better.

You sighed heavily before nodding your head quickly.

“Y-yes, Master. But I think he’s sorta right on some things.” You sniffed and crossed your arms to hug yourself.

“Anakin says things he doesn’t mean sometimes. And, you also need to consider he also just lost one of his closest friends, Ahsoka Tano. He feels like he failed as a mentor. I’m not trying to say what he said was right; maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. But you need to try and be more–how do I put this. . .” He trailed off, stroking his beard as he thought of the correct word. You watched him for a moment before understanding what he was trying to get at.

“I think I understand what you are trying to say. Master Yoda was right, I think we could help each other get over the pain that was left from our past ‘partners.’ But, Master Kenobi, I am not sure how I can start being better for his standards. He thinks I’m weak and not capable of being a Jedi.”

Obi-Wan raises a brow at this and also crosses his arms.

“What makes you think that?”

You inhaled deeply before looking down at the floor.

“Well, he’s always. . .”

“I don’t think you’re incapable of being a Jedi.” A familiar voice interrupts your train of thought, to which you whip your head around and see the man himself that was causing all the problems.

“Hello, Anakin. I think you better make up with your Padawan. And y/n, I think you have some things to tell him too.” Obi-Wan said before nodding his head at the both of you and walking off down the hallways to wherever he was heading originally.

Anakin watched him for a moment before turning his attention back at you.

“Hello, y/n.”

You froze in place at his simple greeting. He has never called you by your real name before. It was either ‘padawan’ or no name at all.

“You called me by my name.” you said quietly, the corners of your mouth threatening to smile.

Anakin raised his brow. “And? Last I checked, it’s normal for someone to have a name. In fact, it would be abnormal to not have one.”

Your face dropped into a neutral one again. Of course he went back to square one where he acts like a complete arsehole for no reason at all.

“What’s the long face for? I didn’t say anything rude to you.”

You sighed, he was right. You were just overreacting over small things. Maybe you did need to grow up and start acting more mature.

“Nothing, just–ignore me. I am going to head to my chambers now, good-bye Anakin.” You began to walk past him but a hand reached out and grabbed you before you could go any further.

“I need to tell you something, but in a more private place. C’mon.” And with a harsh tug, he began to pull you towards wherever he wanted to go to ‘talk’.

“Hey, you can’t–”

You decided it was no use arguing, as his grip only tightened on you arm and you were now being dragged instead of guided. You noticed he was leading you to where all the Jedi Knights rooms laid. You eventually stopped at a door and you caught your breath.

“Um, where are we?” you asked your Master, to which you gained no reply. The door to the room opened and you got pulled into it.

“Hey, you can’t just drag people like that, I think you dislocated my-”

“Shut up!”

His voice started you and you flinched at it. You backed up towards the door and pressed yourself against it. Anakin watched you and followed your slow movement. You soon found yourself pressed against the door and Anakin’s broad chest. You inhaled quickly and tried to get past him.

“I have some things I need to tell you, y/n.” He whispered in your ear. Your breath hitched at the close distance between you and your Master. Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?

“Master Skywalker, please move back a bit. I can’t breathe.” you said, attempting to push him away. But to no avail, he only moved closer to you. You could feel his breath on your neck and you shivered. It was a similar scenario to all your dreams, only you were shoving Anakin against a wall. You felt heat begin to rise to your cheeks.

“Call me Anakin when it’s just you and me.” he said, and your ears perked at this new side of him. Your strict Master was asking you to call him by his first name? That’s a new one.

“What?”

“Anakin.” he simply replied. You rolled your eyes and exhaled heavily.

“No, I know what you said. But, why? It’s part of being a Padawan–” you were interrupted when he shoved you even further against the door and felt his lips brush against yours. At this point, you knew you were a blushing mess; all the butterflies in your stomach were now roaming freely, much to your dismay.

But nothing could compare to the shock you felt when Anakin’s lips met yours. The kiss was soft and passionate, and his lips moulded against yours perfectly; like you were always meant to be together. Then reality came crashing in: your Master was kissing you. All the warnings of the Jedi Council and the Codes filled your mind, to which you disconnected your lips from Anakin. You attempted to once again push him away, but you failed miserably. This man was like a mountain; unmovable.

“A-Anakin, we can’t. It goes against the Code of the Jedi.” Anakin ignored your pleas and began to kiss your cheek and jawline. You felt his hands move to your waist and goosebumps formed on your skin. What was he doing to you?

“Y/n, I don’t care what the Jedi Code says, or the council. It’s all nonsense.” At this point, his kisses were trailing from your jaw to your neck to which you inhaled sharply at the contact.

“A-Anakin. . .this isn’t right,” you tried to hold back a moan but failed when he began to softly suck and lick at the most sensitive part of your neck.

“Shh, don’t talk so much, y/n.”

His hands moved up to your back and he nestled his head into the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. You moaned quietly when he began to bite at your collarbone.

“Anakin, please kiss me,” You finally gave in, to which he obliged. You felt his lips reconnect with yours once again and you sighed into it. Your hands soon found its way to his long hair and you buried it into his curls, tugging on it slightly. You heard him moan into the kiss and you smirked at it.

“Do you like that, Anakin?” You asked with a playful tone. Anakin nodded his head and continued to kiss you with more passion than before. You then decided to take matters into your own hands and turned him around a full 180 degrees. Now you were the one pinning him against the door.

“W-What are you doing, y/n?” Anakin stuttered, clearly flustered at how fast you took control.

“You have some explaining to do, Anakin.” You said with a harsh tone of voice. Anakin swallowed hard and looked down at the tiled floor of his chambers.

“I-I am in love with you, I think.” he said, barely above a whisper.

“Skywalker, that’s not an apology for how you treated me since I became your Padawan. Do you need me to tell you how to apologise?” You moved your hand into his hair and yanked it, to which Anakin cried out in pain. But you could tell he was enjoying it by the way his breathing had picked up.

“C’mon, Master, I’m waiting for a proper apology.”

“S-sorry, my dear Padawan for being an arse to you. Will you please forgive me and kiss me some more?”

You stared at his sapphire eyes and noticed how needy he looked. It was almost pathetic how your Master, the ‘Hero with no Fear’, was being an absolute child. You sighed heavily and an evil smirk crossed your face.

“No, I don’t think I will kiss you. A wise Jedi once told me the world was cruel and things don’t always go your way. But, I will forgive you, Master.”

Proud at how you used his own words against him, you unlocked the door to his room, and ran out; heading towards where your own chambers awaited.

A/N

Y/N is a freaking badass 😎 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story! And, I am taking requests! So feel free to ask for a story :)

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distortionbobble · 10 months ago

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have a lot of things going on so next ch rf isn’t ready but in the meantime… pilot!anakin? and subsequently, is it still called road head if you’re in. space. and there is no road…?

warnings: minors dni, road head (??)/ space head, low-key exhibitionism but over the comms (it was funny to me okay), handjob, spitting in mouth, facial, whatever have fun with it I listened to Nickelback while writing this so that’s especially funny to me

but I’m thinking about Anakin bringing you along on a flight drill, one that you’re definitely not supposed to be on but.. he gets so bored, y’know?

he definitely doesn’t regret it when you’re sitting in the co-pilot seat by his side, leaning over the arm rests to kiss his neck. he can feel you smiling against his skin, teasing at it with your teeth as rex barks out orders over the comms.

anakin’s got half a mind to shut it off, blasted noise distracting him from you in the seat next to him, running your hand up the length of his thigh, telling him to pay attention before we get lost, anakin and so he does, pays as much attention as he can while rex leads them to an asteroid field to practice maneuvers.

not that he needs practice. he's the best pilot in the galaxy, after all. and when he tells that much to you, your only response is a laugh as you shift to kneel between his legs, pressed into him because there's no room anywhere else thanks to the consoles.

"if you're such a good pilot, why don't you prove it?" you grin, leaning forward to suck the dry fabric that's covering his bulge, rubbing it with your hand when you lean back. "if you can get through this drill without being reprimanded a single time, i'll believe it."

"easy," anakin grins. you tuck your fingers into the waistband of his trousers-- take them off, you tell him without a word, and he's more than happy to listen. artoo, the poor droid, chirps in warning, fully aware of what the two of you are doing.

he only realizes that this might be a mistake when you've wrapped your mouth around his tip right at the moment he was supposed to pull the starfighter up, and he almost sends the ship flying right into the asteroid.

"nice move, general skywalker, but next time, pull up with the rest of the crew, will ya?" rex says over the comms.

"doesn't count as reprimanding, he said it was nice," anakin responds at your cheeky look up at him, mouth stuffed with his cock. you try to say something but the movement shoots straight to his dick, the vibrations almost too much for him to bear so he just taps your cheek and rests his hand on your head as he keeps flying. "didn't anyone ever tell you to not speak with your mouth full?" he asks you, teasing as he spreads his legs a little wider.

you're drooling all over him, taking him as far as you can into your pretty mouth, lips so warm as they wrap around his shaft. it's so hard not to thrust into your pretty throat but he's trying, promise, pretty thing.

"fuck baby, keep suckin' my cock like that and i'm gonna fucking crash," anakin says. he speeds up accidentally when you squeeze his leg, bobbing your head up and down as you twist your tongue around his dick, pulling the control a little too hard as he tries so hard to keep his eyes ahead.

"you're so fucking distracting," he says, pulling you off his length. you just smile, sticking your tongue out for him to spit onto it, which he does, running his thumb over your lips and pushing his and your saliva to your cheeks. you rub your face on his length, flicking your tongue up the vein on the underside of it, dragging your mouth down to his balls where you settle. you take them both between your lips, tugging at the skin as you moan with them in your mouth. messy, anakin thinks to himself, sparing a glance at you away from the asteroids. you wrap two hands around his length, pumping his cock as you lick and suck sloppily, your face shiny with spit and precum from having rubbed your face on his dick.

"rex, on your right; i wanna try the tyarian move from last time," anakin says over the comms, biting back a moan as your hand brushes against the edge of his tip.

it's while he's pulling this move off that you pull one hand off of him, sliding it between your legs and rubbing as you attempt to make the aching, throbbing mess a little easier, whimpering around his balls quietly.

that's what sends him hurtling over the edge, cum painting your face, dripping down your lashes to your pouty mouth as he moans, hand gripping the back of your neck as his hips follow the movement of your hand.

"huh, i guess you are a good pilot after all," you say, to which he laughs, pulling you onto his lap to kiss you messily as he pulls out of the maneuver.

"skywalker, you fuckin' animal, have you got someone in there with you?" echo hoots over the comms, with some of the other clones laughing in the background.

anakin turns bright-fucking-red.

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year ago

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Anakin Skywalker Masterlistֶָ֢

This is a Masterlist that contains both Anakin and Darth Vader. Some of the fics might be from my Alt account, @strangeshoepatrolbandit-alt.

Main-Masterlist ֶָ֢

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Fallen

Your brother fell to the dark side, now you must watch him die.

Saudade(Series)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

▪︎NSFW▪︎

Messy

A small little thought came to me.

Riding his glove.

A small drabble where you grind on his glove.

Snippet(Not Finished)

Prof!Anakin and you have fun on his desk.

Breeding

A short story.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x fem!reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x gn!reader #darth vader #darth vader x reader #darth vader smut #anakin skywalker smut #Spotify #x reader #x reader smut

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queer-irritator · 3 months ago

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Padawan! Obi-wan Kenobi x Padawan! Reader Part 2

A/n: This is FINALLY part 2 to this ask from the lovely @projectdreamwalker! Thank you all for being so patient, life has really been wild! This has got a little bit of everything, it kinda goes off on a tangent but... that's how my brain works 🥴 So sorry if some parts are like "wtf is this doing in here??" We got some Anakin, Padme, Ahsoka, Rex and Maul screen time in this one, folks.

CW: So much, everything in ROTS, fluff, sadness, death

Never proofread as always 👍

Word Count: 4,287

The next 10 years were incredibly busy. Anakin was proving to be quite the handful and you had become a Master Jedi Investigator. You spent most of your time undercover in the lower levels of Coruscant keeping an eye on crime and ensuring the temple was free from threats. Unfortunately, being undercover meant having extremely limited contact with other Jedi. You mostly communicated via encrypted voice messages, but you did have the pleasure of going off-world once in a while and were able to see some old friends, including Obi-wan Kenobi. You even had a handful of missions with him over the years. He would never admit it, but he looked forward to working with you the most, despite the antics you and Anakin would get up to. The two of you were quite the pair at getting under Obi-wan’s skin and testing his patience. When the Clone Wars began, you were stationed back at the Jedi temple on Coruscant.

You received a message informing you of the Battle of Geonosis and the clone trooper army appearing seemingly out of thin air, and orders to return to aid in the ongoing war against the Separatists. That had been about a week ago, you had been traveling across the galaxy in the meantime. It was mid-day when you landed on Coruscant. You stepped off your ship, squinting from the sun with your R4 droid trailing behind you. It had been quite a while since you were last on the upper levels, probably about 6 rotations; but things didn’t seem to have changed much.

“Welcome, Master (y/n). I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. The Jedi have been incredibly busy, so I will be escorting you to your quarters.” A gold droid, C-3PO, introduced himself and began to lead you inside.

“Thank you. I guess you already know me, this is R4.” You gestured to your droid, following close behind him. “Is Obi-wan here..?”

“Oh! You know Master Kenobi? He has been in meetings all morning with his clone army commander. He has taken on the position of General in these trying times.” He explained.

“Wow, he always was a high achiever.” You thought aloud.

C-3PO stopped in front of a door, “Here you are. Master Kenobi has a room down the hall from here as well. Please do let me know if you require anything.”

“I will, thank you.” You said as you entered your room.

You looked around as you heard the remanence of the droid’s conversation.

“Come now, R4. I will get you cleaned up.”

You set a small bag you had brought with your down on the bed. You had been sitting all day, really all week, so you weren’t too keen on settling in quite yet. Besides, you couldn’t sit still knowing Obi-wan was so close to you again. After giving yourself a quick look-over in the mirror, you exited your room and headed towards the center of the Jedi temple.

You stopped multiple times to catch up with old friends and mentors you hadn’t seen since you went undercover. Just as you had said good-bye to someone else, you turned to see Obi-wan standing with his hand resting on his beard and his eyebrows drawn together as he was deep in thought, looking down at a holo-map. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you took him in. Still as handsome as ever, but he seemed wiser now, more focused. That seemed to happen each time you saw him, he was always sharpening his skills.

Obi wan’s gaze broke from the map and shifted to you. There’s no doubt he could feel someone’s eyes staring him down. When he made eye contact with you his stoic demeanor dropped. His eyebrows raised and his mouth parted slightly in surprise. Then he once again furrowed his eyebrows, as to ensure he wasn’t imagining things. He called your name as he started to walk toward you.

“Is that really you?” A smile was spreading across his cheeks as he got closer.

“It’s me.” You confirmed, closing the gap between the both of you and enveloping him in the tightest squeeze you could, “I missed you so much.”

He returned your enthusiasm with an equally tight hug.

“I missed you too, darling.” he whispered in your ear.

You breathed in his scent as you lingered in his arms, if only you two were alone. It was almost insufferable how badly you wanted to kiss him and just stare at him for hours.

Obi-wan let out a chuckle, his breath tickling your ear, “Mind your thoughts. We are in a building full of Jedi.”

You blushed and playfully pushed him away, breaking your hug, “Oh, shut up.”

But you knew he was right. You hadn’t been around other Jedi in a decade so you weren’t used to controlling your thoughts or feelings as much as you should. You looked him over and gently placed your hand on his cheek.

“You look good, Obi.” You smiled and dropped your hand back to your side.

“So do you.” He said as his eyes flicked between your eyes and your mouth.

“There you are, Master. You’re late for our meeting.” A familiar voice burst the bubble the two of you had been enveloped in.

“I was on my way.” Obi-wan began to defend himself as he spun around.

“Anakin?” You questioned, seeing the man before you. He certainly wasn’t a padawan any longer.

Anakin looked past Obi-wan to see you and a smirk crept onto his face, “Oh I see. I’m sorry if I was interrupting anything.”

“Come here.” You rolled your eyes and gave him a hug, “You been keeping Obi-wan in line?”

He chuckled and hugged you back, “Always.”

You let go of him, “Good, good.”

Before you could begin scheming with Anakin about ways to annoy Obi-wan, he placed his hand in the middle of your back, beginning to lead you as he walked, “Why don’t you join us in the meeting? We can catch you up on what you’ve missed.”

You nodded and followed his lead. And there was definitely a lot to catch up on.

Your role in the clone wars was to assist any teams that needed an extra hand, mostly on stealth missions as it was your specialty. After sitting through meeting, after meeting, you finally had some time to be alone with Obi-wan later that night. The moment he had shut the door to his room behind him, you were on his lips. The two of you muttered endless ‘I missed you’s and compliments to each other. You particularly let him know how hot he was with a full beard. That night was passionate, needy, and sloppy. Everything the two of you needed it to be after not seeing each other for so long.

However, the next day you were diving head first into the chaos of war. There was almost no time to breathe with all the moves the Separatists were making. There were moments to catch up with Obi-wan between battles and meetings, but one of you were always on the move to your next objective. The next time you had any substantial quality time with him was after Satine died. Obi-wan needed your support. He needed a sound voice in his head to keep him sane. Something to quiet all the hatred, anger, and guilt he felt.

You were sitting on the edge of Obi-wan’s bed with your hand gently rubbing circles on his back, doing whatever you could to soothe him.

“He’s taken everything from me.” Obi-wan had his elbows resting on his knees, his back hunched and his head hanging low.

“I’m so sorry.” You spoke in a hushed, gentle tone. “He’s not worth taking up space in your mind. The balance of the force will come back around, he will pay for what he’s done.”

“I know it’s wrong… But I want to make him pay myself.” Obi-wan’s hands tightened into a fist against his pants. “I want to kill him.”

You could feel your heart cracking and aching for the man besides you. You’ve always known him to detest violence, only resorting to it when there was absolutely no other choice.

“These feelings and your anger are natural, Obi. We will get through this, together.” You assured him.

“I just can’t believe she is truly gone…” His voice trailed off, he was silent for a few moments before you felt his body begin to shake and the sounds of his sobs were filling the room.

You pulled his body closer to you and gently laid down on the bed with him. You were laying so you were facing each other and you had an arm wrapped around Obi-wan. He had curled up his body to a fetal position and held your hand that wasn’t rubbing his back. The two of you stayed like that all night. Eventually Obi-wan’s breaths had evened out and he had fallen asleep. But you stayed up almost the whole night, watching over him. Thinking of anything you could do to lessen how bad he was hurting.

You two had also spent the next day together. Taking things easy, watching cheesy movies like when you were padawans, and trying to convince Obi-wan to eat. Despite his tragic loss, in a few days he was getting back to his normal self.

“You can stop worrying about me, you know.” Obi-wan spoke, his back turned to you while he poured a cup of caf in a small cafe area just outside the main mess hall.

You had been watching him like a hawk from the table you sat at, worried that any reminded or mention of Satine will have him crumble to the floor. But you also knew how strong he was, arguably the wisest Jedi Master and one of the top Generals in the war.

You sighed, “I can’t help it. You know you’d be doing the same thing if you were in my shoes.”

Obi-wan walked over to you and placed a mug down in front of you as he sipped his own, “I can’t argue with that.”

You smiled up at him, though your sadness for him was transparent. You thanked him for the beverage and took a sip.

There had been a thought stewing in your mind, festering and bringing on so much guilt. As hard as you tried to hide it, Obi-wan knew something was going on.

“What’s on your mind, darling?” Obi-wan asked as he sat down across from you.

You looked into his eyes, “I just… I know how much you loved her.” You winced as the words tumbled out of your mouth. This was not the right time to talk about the love triangle that was between you, Obi-wan, and Satine.

Obi-wan reached out and took your hands in his and gave you a soft smile, “I did love her. But… it wouldn’t have worked for us. Even if she were still here, we led two very different lives and had pledged our lives to different causes.”

You nodded slightly, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be bringing this up right now.”

“Don’t be. Loss brings up many emotions.” He brought your hand up to his lips and gave it a soft kiss before letting go.

Just then, Anakin walked into the room. Luckily it was just after Obi-wan had let your hands go.

“Alright, we gotta get a move on. I so graciously got us all on a mission together.” Anakin announced, hands on his hips and feeling obviously proud of himself.

You exchanged a glance with Obi-wan before getting up and embarking on your next adventure.

The war trudged on for about half a rotation longer, then something in the tides seemed to change. Anakin was growing alarmingly closer with the Chancellor each day and the Jedi council was not happy about it. Obi-wan was just assigned to defeat Grievous on Utapatu while you had just received a message from Ahsoka requesting back-up on Mandalore.

Obi-wan and you had gotten into a habit of taking turns sleeping in each other's rooms whenever you had downtime at the Jedi Temple. When you two would be on missions together you would share a room for “safety”. There had been a few times when you two had been sharing Obi-wan’s bed that Anakin would barge in and you would throw the excuse of falling asleep while discussing work in his face. Anakain would usually roll his eyes and mumble a ‘sure’ or ‘yeah, right’ before impatiently waiting outside the room for Obi-wan to collect himself.

That’s where you were at the moment, stuffing a few items into a bag before rushing off, and Obi-wan was doing the same but not as hastily as you. This was the most anxious you felt for a mission in a long time. You were going to have the chance to help capture Maul.

You closed your bag and triple-checked off your mental list. You were only torn from your thoughts and anxiety when you felt Obi-wan’s hand on your shoulder.

“You’re shaking, darling.” he squeezed your joint lightly.

You shifted your attention fully towards him, “This is a big fucking deal… I’m scared.”

Obi-wan gave you a sympathetic smile, “You and Ahsoka will do what is needed. I have complete faith in you both. There’s no one I would trust more to this task.”

You reciprocated his smile and leaned your cheek against his hand, “Thank you.”

You took a few deep breaths to calm your mind and body, letting the words sink in. Having regained some confidence, you moved to stand in front of Obi-wan and placed a kiss on his lips. He happily returned the gesture and moved his hands to your waist.

You reluctantly pulled away from him after a few moments and rested your palm against his cheek, “Stay safe, Obi-wan. I’ll see you when we get back.”

“You too. May the force be with you.” He placed a final kiss to your forehead.

“And with you.” You bowed slightly to him before walking out of the room to hurry onto the last ship of reinforcements that was leaving for Mandalore.

You couldn’t believe your eyes as you were dangling from a steel beam. Maul had finally been captured, Ahsoka had got him. You used the last bit of strength to pull yourself up as there was a stun blast sent directly to Maul and he fell unconscious, wrapped in cords by the clone troopers.

In between pants to catch your breath, you looked to Ahsoka who was standing on the steel beam across from you, “You did it.”

She turned her head to you, “No. We did.”

She graciously hopped over to you and helped you into one of the ships that had just flown up. The battle had taken all day and night, you just needed to oversee the transfer of Maul and make contact with the Jedi council.

While Ahsoka spoke with Master Windu and Master Yoda, you mostly stayed quiet, as it was her mission that led to the successful capture. You had a glimmer of hope that perhaps Ahsoka would come back to the Order after the mission, but that hope was dashed when she referred to herself as a citizen.

It was midday when you said your goodbyes to the Mandalorians and headed back to the command ship.

It was midday when everything went horribly wrong.

It hadn’t been long since you jumped into hyperspace when the clone troopers turned on you and Ahsoka. The two of you got separated almost right away and it wasn’t until you nearly took her head off in the medical bay that you got reunited. Ahoska quickly got you up to speed on the theory of the clones’ inhibitor chip and that she had let Maul go to create a distraction.

“You let him go?? Willingly?” You could see her way of thinking, but it was devastating to hear.

“I know, I know. But it was the only thing I could do to give us a fighting chance.” She explained as numerous droids began to run tests on the unconscious Rex laying before you.

When you took a moment to think about the last few minutes, it wasn’t until you heard loads of gunfire and clone troopers yelling commands in the distance for you to be able to kill the clones that had cornered you and then managed to escape to the med bay. You had a close call, a blaster shot grazed your side and you had been tending to your wound when you heard someone approaching the door.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly, looking to Ahsoka once again, “You did what needed to be done.”

“Don’t thank me until we get off this ship alive…” She muttered and took over locating the inhibitor chip in Rex.

Once the chip was successfully taken out of Rex, the three of you devised a quick game plan on how to survive at least one more day.

It took a lot of close calls, some skill, and a little luck, but you, Rex and Ahsoka were able to make it off the ship and away from the clone troopers.

The three of you had only caught your breath for about 10 minutes before you piped up, “I need to go back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.”

“What? Are you crazy? We just escaped one war zone and you wanna go to another?” Rex turned to look at you in bewilderment.

“I agree with Rex. It’s too dangerous, we need to find somewhere to lay low.” Ahsoka supported the clone’s notion.

“You two can. I can’t… I have to find Obi-wan.” You explained, a bit in your stomach began to grow as you realized there was a good chance he didn’t make it. You and Ahsoka both felt the massive amount of loss and darkness when the clones turned.

Ahsoka called your name, bringing you out of the dark thoughts, “I want to find him too, but…” She stopped herself, seeing the hurt on your face. She didn’t have to finish her sentence, you both knew the grim reality of the situation.

You took in a breath and forced the next words out of your mouth as sternly as you could manage, “I have to find him, Ahsoka. I love him.”

Ahsoka could only look at you with pity and hurt, knowing there was nothing she could say to stop you.

Rex glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. He may have been bred and programmed for war, but even he knew the kind of love you meant was more than a friend.

“Please.” Your voice broke, strength and stoicism failing you. You didn’t have the energy to hide your feelings anymore. Ahsoka sighed in defeat, “Okay. We’ll find a system nearby safe enough to stop at. Then you can take the ship. Rex and I will make our own way from there.”

You nodded and tried to relax in your seat for the rest of the ride.

You were on your way to Coruscant, in hyper-space when an encrypted message came on your comlink. It was a warning for any remaining Jedi to stay clear of the Temple. You knew it had to be Obi-wan’s doing. He’s the only fool brave enough to walk into a trap just to warn others. You hadn’t been able to contact anyone when you were aboard the ship, fighting for your life. You decided to try one more time.

You put out your encrypted distress call to all Jedi frequencies, and a separate one to Obi-wan, Anakin, and Padme’s personal comlinks. Sitting with the dead silence of space was becoming more unsettling with each passing moment. Just when you had lifted your finger to shut off your distress signal, a distorted crackling came over the radio from Padme’s comlink.

“Hello? Padme? Can you hear me? Are you and Anakin okay? Have you seen Obi-wan??” You hurled rapid fire questions at the static filling your cockpit. You held your breath waiting to hear a reply.

“Darling? Darling, it’s me.” Obi-wan’s voice came over the static.

You let out a cry of relief and disbelief, “Obi-wan?? Is that really you? You survived?”

“Yes… I have a lot to explain, but I’m sending you coordinates. Get here as soon as you can, it’s not safe to talk on here for too long. But, I’m glad you’re safe.” He audibly sighed in relief

The coordinates popped up on your computer screen, “I got them. Ahsoka is safe too, we managed to help Rex as well. I… I love you, Obi. See you soon.”

“That’s good to hear… I love you too.” he replied before the connection was severed.

You arrived on Polis Massa just as the twins were born. You ran inside to the medical center, escorted by a droid where you saw Padme’s lifeless body on an operating table and Obi-wan holding a newborn baby boy. Master Yoda began to bring you up to speed on what became of Anakin Skywalker, and the duel on Mustafar.

As you sat in a sterile white command room on a new ship, listening to Master Yoda, Bail Organa, and Obi-wan discuss the next steps you should take, the world seemed surreal. “Listening” is actually a strong word, it was more like you could hear the hum of talking but you weren’t taking any words in. Everything you had ever known had fallen apart. It wasn’t until a gentle hand placed on your cheek drew you back into reality.

The room was empty now, with just you and Obi-wan left to yourselves. You turned your head to the man next to you.

“Anakin…” You mumbled, still in disbelief.

“I know.” Obi-wan answered you without you needing to say another word. He dropped his hand from your face and stared at the table in front of him.

“It was all for nothing.” He stated

“What was?” You questioned, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Everything.” He lifted his head to look into your eyes, his own filled with tears. “Qui-gon and Satine died for nothing. Dedicating my entire life to a code that now ceases to exist. And depriving myself of you.”

You were speechless, not even a thought could form in your mind.

“Come with me.” He continued, “To Tatooine, we can be together and watch over Luke.” He took your hands in his, giving them a slight squeeze.

You nodded, “Of course, all I’ve ever needed was you, Obi. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

A small smile formed on your lips, and Obi-wan matched it. He gently pressed his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry it took so long, that it took all of this for me to realize what I truly wanted.” He began to apologize, but you started to shake your head slightly.

“It wasn’t just you. And we made it. We’re here now.” You reassured him, and sealed it with a deep kiss you poured all your love into.

He returned your enthusiasm and pulled you onto his lap to bring your bodies closer together. The two of you stayed in that room, sharing sloppy love filled kisses for what felt like hours. You had to make up for lost time somehow. You made mental notes of how his lips felt against yours, how he tasted, the way his beard and mustache tickled your face. You never wanted to forget this moment.

You swore you could have stayed on top of him for eternity, but the jolt of the ship switching into its landing sequence interrupted you. Reluctantly climbing out of Obi-wan’s lap, you took a moment to take in his messy hair and swollen lips.

“Only you could make me horny on the worst day of my life, Kenobi.” You chuckled slightly and brushed your fingers through your hair.

“Well, I could say the same thing about you.” He bantered, following your motions and fixing his own hair.

The two of you quickly boarded a different ship once the current one had landed on Naboo. The three of you were now in hiding. Everything you grew up with, your morals, values, your way of life now had to be kept secret to ensure your survival. Obi-wan had barely set down the baby, Luke. You could sense how much the child meant to him, he and his sister are all that remains of Anakin and Padme. You sat in the cockpit and took off, setting the course for Tatooine, where Anakin had some family that would take in Luke while you and Obi-wan silently watched over him.

After arriving on the desert planet and an uncomfortably long ride on an eopie, you could see the lights of moisture vaporators come into view. You unraveled your arms from around Obi-wan’s waist as the creature laid down for him to dismount. He carefully swung his leg over to the side and stepped onto the dusty earth.

You reached out your hand to gently take the baby’s smaller one, “Goodbye, Luke. Stay out of trouble.”

You let go of the child and Obi-wan walked over to Owen and Beru who had just emerged from their home. He carefully handled Luke, swaddled in a soft white blanket to Beru. She smiled at him before walking over to her husband, who was watching the suns set.

When Obi-wan had made his way back to you and the eopie, he silently got on the animal and started to head toward the Jundland Wastes. It would become your new home while you quietly watched over Luke from a distance.

~Fin~

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mountkennedie · 11 months ago

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An Anakin blurb for you today:

"You really get more irresistible every day." Anakin had that look in his eye again, and you knew it was only so long until he was going to act on what he was thinking.

"As do you, my love." I said while zipping up my dress, "However you must wait until after the party to do something about it." He used everything the Jedi Order had taught him about self-control to stay leant against the doorway of your shared bathroom. If he didn't hold your word to such a high standard, he would undone the work you completed with your dress in a second.

You felt his tension through the force. "We have had these reservations for months, General. And no bedroom eyes are going to make me think less of them."

"Oh, of course, my love. I would never make you do something you don't want," his voice turned into a lure on those last words. And being the prey, you nearly gave in.

He got off the doorway and approached you. In doing so, he lost the battle with himself, but with the way you looked in your dress, he didn't care much.

"Good," you pulled away from the mirror after finishing your lips. You were caged in by Anakin's hands on either side of you. He held onto the sink with an obvious restraint in his grip. "Then I won't need to worry about you trying to change my mind..?"

"Never," he muttered against your neck. The kiss he placed on the skin seared to the bone. One of the hands that clutched the sink had migrated to your waist. Pulling you into him so that he could further merge with your skin. He was a master of seduction, but if only you weren't so stubborn.

"Then let's go." I pushed past him and grabbed my purse.

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tarantinosworld · 9 months ago

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* TARANTINO * HE/HIM *

WHAT I WILL WRITE :

Fluff, angst, smut, male!reader, female!reader, gn!reader, girl x boy, boy x boy ( no girl x girl for smut because i wouldnt know how to write it )

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :

incest, stepcest, big age gap (10+ years apart), pedo stuff, non-consent

FANDOMS :

Almost any fandom but mostly Anakin Skywalker/Star Wars

OTHER :

if you have any questions, ask. requests are always open :3

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skywlker-sluvtt · 1 year ago

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same anon from before hehe

⛓ for anakin!!

heheheheh i love writing for this kinky little shit. ive got too many smexy headcanons for him <3

anakin x gn!reader 18+ below the cut nsfw emoji ask game

⛓️ kinky headcanon

✧ dacryphilia. that's all i gotta say about him rn

✧ he adores watching you cry for him during sex from how good it feels/how overwhelmed you are by it all <3

✧ it's almost his whole goal just to see you cry, he even encourages it because it gets him even harder to see your eyes go glassy.

✧ “good, cry for me let me see those delicious tears, let me taste them”

✧ anakin watches them closely as they fall down your cheeks before licking them from the bottom of their trial back up to the corner of your eye. his hot wet tongue leaves drool across your face as he moans at the salty taste and repeats the same process on the other side as you sob. “Oh darling I wanna drink your tears, you look so gorgeous like this”

✧ he's a big fan of messy makeup for this reason. when you'd come home with day-old makeup, mascara smudged slightly around your eyes anakin was so hard. he started taking even more pleasure in it when he'd leave stains of runny mascara dripping down your cheeks.

✧ if you let him he wants to take photos of you in this state to jack off to when your not around <3

anakins a creep okay leave me alone

#ani wani #anakin x reader #anakin headcanon #anakin smut #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x you #star wars smut #emoji ask game #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x gn!reader

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cinnamon303444 · 8 months ago

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Anakin Thoughts

I will be honest. Some of this is based on my oc, but there is no mention of her.

Thinking of being a princess / prince of some sort and meeting Anakin as he's out on a mission as a Padawan, he had been thinking of Padme all of the time but the moment he scoops you up into his arms he suddenly forgets about her. You end up choosing him and your guys, "Love" over your people who had been forcing you to marry to save their planet, you chose him over the lives of millions, and he knew, but the moment he saw Padme again, he forgot about you instead, and you were left thinking about how you killed your people, betraying them for a man who you now know, can't ever love you :(

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weixuldo · 1 year ago

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Missed me?

Sub!Anakin x Reader

a/n: Helloo!!! i apologize once again for going awol- but here is a small horny drabble i wrote for no reason hahah I hope u enjoy- ik it’s not my usual content, but i wanted to branch from my series for a moment- hope u enjoy!!

Anakin takes his role as a general very seriously, but sometimes he gets tired of giving orders and just needs to follow them

warnings: cursing, pwp, smut, overstim, masturbation (M!), gn reader, degredation(male receiving), shaming, handjob

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The council gathered to discuss the next steps the Jedi would take in their involvement in the clone wars; the meeting had gone on for hours- the masters couldn’t seem to agree.

Anakin grew impatient as he sat and listened to the elders bickering over politics; sure he was a general, but he was used to action. Getting things done. Not sitting in a stuffy room creating hypothetical scenarios.

He needed this meeting to be over.

As he leaned back in the chair provided to him (not a seat among the ranked masters) he found his mind wandering. The last battle was long and near the end, it became more so one of attrition rather than power. He had been gone for months and was exhausted. His orders were to return home for a brief period until the council could decide the best course of action- so he thought that meant he would be going directly home…to you.

He was under the impression he was to return to his home on Coruscant to recollect himself before discussing further matters with the council.

In preparation for his return to you, he had shamelessly been edging himself- so long in the tense heat of battle gave him little time to relieve stress.

In a way he took the build up as something to look forward to when he could finally return- something special he could share with you- that would be the most rewarding feeling.

He hadn’t seen you in so long, he hadn’t felt you in so long…hadn't tasted you in so long.

Months away had taken its toll on him in more ways than one; he felt himself becoming more irritable and having a shorter temper than the already short one he was known to have. His fists clenched under his jedi robes as he itched to run home.

He sat with his usual scowl on his shapely face as the others continued to talk.

“Isn’t that right, General Skywlker?” Master Windu asked.

His scarred eye twitched before he was snapped from his thoughts, “Ah, yes- our enemies are becoming weaker as they continue on”.

Master Windu nodded at Anakin in thanks and continued his point. A few other members took Anakin’s statement into consideration.

Little did they know he was hardly listening to them, instead he was trying to keep his pulsing erection hidden from his superiors. He was gripping onto his chair in fear that if he shifted a certain way he wouldn’t be able to subdue the moan building in the back of his throat.

Maker… he needed you.

When he was first deployed he was able to subdue his unnaturally high libido but as the time went on and tensions of the war grew, he needed some relief.

The Jedi would retreat to his tent and grab one of the military-issued rolled-up blankets and toss it onto his cot; after tying it tighter with his belt- it was ready.

He needed something other than his own fist to help him out and at least he could grip around the blanket as if he were gripping onto you.

The first few times he did this he was embarrassed- but he always kind of liked the shame. The famous General Skywalker desperately fucking himself into his blanket in the middle of the night… how pathetic.

He couldn't wait for you to scold him for being such a horny and desperate excuse of a jedi…

He wanted to hear it all.

Oftentimes he would thrust in and out of the bundle so vigorously that he would almost always collapse onto his cot from exhaustion afterwards. He just needed to get all of his cum out… he just had too much.

There were nights where he couldn’t help but moan and pant your pretty name as he bucked his hips into the makeshift pussy

“Meeting adjourned”.

Anakin blinkled himself back to reality and rushed out of the temple with great urgency. His master eyed his eagerness and simply shook his head.

Of course Obi Wan knew about you- he had known Anakin since he was a boy; he could read him like a book.

Also he had heard Anakin practically howling your name in his tent during his nightly walks more times than he would have liked.

But you were good for Anakin, plus Obi-Wan thought highly of you, so he kept his mouth shut.

You were also the only one who could put Anakin in his place.

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You sat on the balcony of your large penthouse as you waited for your lover to arrive; Anakin sent you a message yesterday telling you he would be home today, but much to your chagrin the day had almost passed. You were getting a little worried.

Of course, being with a Jedi, you were well aware contact wouldn’t always be available- you had to keep your relationship a secret after all- but it didn’t help your anxiety.

You were about to head back to your room when you heard quick footsteps in the hallway outside of your apartment- could it be?

Before you knew it your door slid open at lightning speed and behind it was a panting Anakin. You took a moment to enjoy the beautiful scene in front of you; Anakin’s hand still outstretched form forcing the door open, his sandy locks windswept (from the speed at which he ran to you, no doubt), and a glint of desperation is his blue eyes.

Perfection.

Finally you gave in to the magnetic force pulling you to your lover and ran towards him with open arms.

“Ani!” you gasped as he met you halfway, engulfing you in a tight embrace.

Your senses filled with his force signature as you buried your face into his neck. His strong hands gripped at your back and he breathed in your sweet scent.

“It’s been too long, Angel,” he sighed into you.

“Too long” you agreed, starting to kiss up his neck.

His body shivered and a small moan escaped his plump lips.

“Fuck baby…” he groaned as he pawed at your ass through your night-robes.

You grabbed his face and pressed your lips into his; the kiss was full of passion and lust. He could barely stop his tongue from exploring your mouth- he just needed you so badly.

“Someone’s impatient” you smirked against his lips.

“You have no idea” he growled as he lifted you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

The way he held you, had your core right next to his bulging erection. He panted as you wiggled your hips against him.

“Lets go to the bedroom” you instructed and he nodded without hesitation.

Once inside you pushed yourself off of him and he backed up with a sad look in his eyes.

“Don’t worry pretty boy, I’ll give you what you want- but first I need to see how badly you really need it” your voice had a lilt of mischief to it.

“Anything- anything for you” he mewed as he began to take the glove around his mechanical hand off.

“On your knees” you demanded. You needed to see just how willing he was.

Without another word the powerful Jedi sunk to his knees and tilted his head up to meet your face. “I need you”.

The desperation in his voice made your spine tingle- he was so deprived. That only made you want to play with him even more.

“Are you sure? You don’t seem like you need my help much- you’re holding yourself together just fine- I might as well just leave the roo-”

“NO!” he exclaimed loudly, reaching for you.

After he realized he raised his voice too loud, he lowered his head, “please don’t go” he whispered.

“What was that baby?” you cooed.

“Please, don’t go- I can’t- I need you” he practically whined.

“Need me to what?” you tormented.

“I need you to touch me- I need you to help me cum” he said ashamedly.

You clicked your tongue and strode towards the man in front of you, “Alright, but you have to ask nicely alright?”.

He nodded vigorously, “Please, Please, I’ll do whatever you ask”.

You smiled and began to undo his robes. Slowly, you removed each strip of fabric from his tired body, every brush making him shiver. A new collection of scars and scrapes has accumulated on his sculpted torso- a beautiful sight. Soon all that was left was his pants, a painfully hard bulge obviously present.

“My poor pretty boy had no one to help him out huh?” you said, slowly pulling his waistband down with your fingers.

He shook his head, “no, no I didn’t”.

You freed his aching member from the constraints of his pants and he moaned as it slapped against his stomach. Anakin was truly a sight to behold; standing at 8.5 inches, a prominent vein running up his left side, his blushing red tip already leaking with precum.

Maker.

You bit your lower lip in anticipation- it took all of your willpower not to take him into your mouth then and there… but you needed to play with him some more- it would make the release all the much better.

You wrapped your fingers around him; he was hot to the touch and pulsating. He groaned and tossed his head back. With a smirk you pumped his length a few times before he began to move his hips with the up and down motion of your hand.

Once you could tell he was lost in the feeling, you removed your hand and his eyes shot open with desperation; he practically whimpered for you to continue.

“Are you sure you’ve been a good boy? I think you haven’t waited for me” you scolded.

You didn’t care if Anakin jerked off or not, but it was very enticing to berate him for doing so when it got such a visceral reaction from him.

“I-I tried not to, I really did, but wit-” he stuttered, dick still twitching.

You put on a fake displeased look and got up to take a seat in the chair adjacent to your shared bed; leaving a disheveled and agonizingly horny Anakin with a look of confusion.

“Go ahead.” you ordered.

He fixed his posture and sat on his knees once more on the plush bed, “I don’t understand-”.

“If you like the company of your own hand so much, go ahead and pleasure yourself” you said, crossing your legs.

He gave you a defeated look, “Angel, please”.

“I’m waiting.”

He huffed out a few curses under his breath before he brought his remaining human hand to his mouth and spit. This was humiliating- he was so exposed (but there was a certain allure to that).

He would never admit to anyone but you, but something about being belittled and degraded resonated with a deep part of him. All his life he had been taking orders, it was his nature by now.

“Show me how you did it while you were away, I know you needed to use something other than your hand”

The judgment in your sultry voice made his cock pulsate, Maker he loved your sweet degradations.

He grabbed a blanket and his utility belt to form a model of what he had been shooting his load into for the past few months. He mounted the bundle and began to thrust himself in and out, moans building at every snap of his hips.

Your eye twitched as you watched the scene infront of you- he was so desperate for you that he had been fucking his own bedding in wait to return to you.

Anakin was lost in the familiar pleasure of the plush blanket around himself, but the fact that he could feel you in the room was throwing him off- how could this be enough to make him cum when he could feel your presence right there.

Why would he waste his high on this when he could have you instead?

Between thrusts he managed his deep blue eyes open to see you had moved from your chair to his side. He gasped at the sensation of your cold hand on the base of his neck. You dragged your nails down his back and basked in the melodious noises he made.

You grabbed a fistful of his sandy locks and pulled his face back to look at you

“Do you even hear yourself right now Anakin, you’re moaning like a bitch in heat.”

Yes. more.

“If only those so frightened of you knew what a submissive little slut you really are; how does your battalion even take you seriously?” you taunted, standing behind him to wrap your arms around his waist.

“Fuck” he sputtered out… don’t stop.

At this point he was violently bucking his hips into the blanket, messy hair falling into his eyes, chest heaving with each snap.

“Do you want me to touch you, baby?” you whispered into his ear.

His whole body quivered at the feeling of your breath against him.

“Y-yes”

“How much do you want me t-”

“I need you! I can’t- I- Fuck!” he whined.

He was close- just a little more

The smile on your face widened and you kissed his temple before slipping your hand down his v line and finally grasping his dick- he gasped at the pressure and the coolness of your hand against his hot skin.

He leaned his head back against your shoulder as you worked on him. The overstimulation was insane- he whole body shuddered with each stroke of your hand.

“You’re so pathetic Anankin, does anyone actually respect you? Look at yourself” you taunted as you squeezed the tip of his pulsing cock garnering beads of milky precum.

He pried one of his eyes open to see the sweaty mess between his legs, precum coated his thighs, his dick, and your hands. Maker.

So close.

You took your other hand to grab around his neck, “cum for me like the good slut you are”.

There it was.

Anakin exploded in your grasp, milky cum erupted from his overworked tip. His moans rang through the walls of your bedroom and his whole body spasmed with each wave of his high. He wasn’t sure of anything in that moment except for the pleasure that filled his body.

“F-fuck fuck” he stuttered, grabbing onto your with his mechanical arm; cold metal clawing at you flesh.

His cock finally settled down, only a few twitches here and there. The scene in front of him was his ruined sheets and ropes of white.

He leaned against you as he caught his breath.

“That’s my good boy” you praised, brushing his sweaty locks from his forehead.

He whimpered at your words because his aching cock responded to your praise.

“It looks like you want more; would I be correct, or are you too tired to continue?” you smirked.

He opened his eyes and weakly propped himself up, “m-more, I can do more- need to please you” he insisted.

“please me then Ani” you cooed into his ear, running your hands up his chest.

“please me with your mouth, please me with your cock…” you trailed off before he closed his eyes once more.

And with what seemed to be a flip of a switch, he grabbed you with his strong hands and flipped you onto your back.

“I’ll show you how much of a good boy I can be”

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(a/n: ik this was mainly just a handjob lol- but i feel like doing a whole smex scene would been too long- but lmk how u felt abt subby ani!!!)

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