#anakin x female reader

[malusmagpie]

Maker, Save The Queen

Pairing: Anakin x Female!Reader

Summary: You found yourself being forced to flee the planet you ruled and Anakin was assigned to keep you and your son safe.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, MOMMY KINK, submissive!Anakin, dirty talk, big ol tiddies, age gap (13 years), older female reader.

A/N: HAPPY MAY THE 4TH YALLLLLL!!!! I’m sorry but every time i think of sub!Anakin i smile. i genuinely think he has a mommy kink. dude loves milfs. this was a really fun story to create i’m sorry if any of it feels rushed i had to succumb to time jumps to keep this under 10k words (because i am insane.) Sorry it’s not normal dom daddy anakin but idk. I think he would have a mommy kink. the reasons are obvious. enjoy!! 🫶🏼(oh dedicated to @jellydodger & @skywlker-sluvtt)

Word Count: 7.1K

Onderon was your home, it always has been. You’d grown up here, found the love of your life, and lived a lavish life of royalty. You’d never even left the planet. Your husband was an heir when you met him and he fell in love with you immediately, or so he always said. That was 15 years ago. You’d both grown and even had the privilege of having a beautiful baby boy. The new heir of Onderon.

When the Separatist Alliance came knocking to make a deal with your husband, you pleaded for him to hear your words of caution. He ignored you, as he normally did, and allied with them. That was a week ago and in that time, you chose to leave. There was no way you’d allow yourself to sit back in luxury and watch this war from the wrong side.

Your bags were packed and your husband rushed into the room to plead you to stay and hear his side. “I will not allow myself to fall victim to Separatist manipulation. If this is how you choose to rule, you’re not the man I loved.” You spoke as tears prickled your eyes. Your son had been playing prior to your husband busting into the room but now he held onto the leg of your pants and looked up between the two of you. You raised a protective hand and rested it on his head by your side.

“My love, this guarantees our safety, our sons safety. Please hear me when I say I did this for you.” He spoke as he dropped to his knees in front of you. You looked at one of the housekeepers and she took your bags to the front.

“If your words were true you wouldn’t have done this. You don’t see what I see. You’re blinded by power. They will turn on you. Just as they have turned on the rest of the galaxy. I will not let me nor my son be exposed to such danger.” You spoke with your head held high. Your son clung onto your leg as he watched. You tried to keep it as civil as possible, for his sake.

“You cannot take him. He’s my son, too.” The man you once loved had tears in his own eyes as he pleaded further and you looked down at your son.

“You are a danger to him. I will keep him safer than you ever could. Come now, Darson.” You spoke gently as you took the boys hand. The two of you walked toward the palace exit.

“You’ll be killed for rebelling, Y/N.” He called after you, unknowing of the plan you had already laid out and taken the first steps toward initiating. You didn’t speak, this had been enough for your son to bare witness to. You’d leave with your head held high and minimal emotional damage done to the boy, the light of your life and your blessing.

As you exited the palace you looked back at it, droids were surrounding the area you once called your home. It was once beautiful, a sanctuary even, and now it was nothing short of a war zone. You dropped your head and reached your arms out to your son, he was only 8 but he was intelligent. More intelligent than most. He knew just as well as you did the severity of the situation. You carried him on your hip as you boarded the ship that was waiting for you on the outskirts of the palace grounds.

“Is the course set?” You asked with haste as one of the men on the ship closed the hatch of the ship behind you. The man in white and blue plastoid armour nodded.

“Yes, Milady. You’re set for Coruscant. There is not yet any surveillance systems set up by the Separatist Alliance on your planet. They didn’t see us coming and they won’t see us leaving.” You nodded and set your son down on one of the chairs.

“Mommy where are we going?” He asked and you smiled at him, placing your hand on his cheek.

“Somewhere safe. Don’t be scared. I’m with you. You just keep busy.” You smiled as you ruffled his hair. He smiled wearily at you before he began to play with one of the toys he had brought with him in his pocket.

— Meanwhile —

Anakin paced the room he was waiting in, this was his first true mission alone. His job was to be your body guard. He was ordered take you far away and find refuge on the planet of Alderaan the second you landed in Coruscant. “She has a son?” Anakin asked, he was clearly nervous. Obi-Wan watched him pace with his hands crossed in front of him.

“Yes, Anakin. She does.” He nodded, almost amused by how nervous his Padawan was. He watched Anakin pace left and right in front of him. “It’s nothing you cannot handle. You just need to keep her safe until we can find her permanent and safe lodging here, on Coruscant.” Obi-Wan continued and Anakin sighed frustratedly.

“I know I can do it, I’m not worried. I’m just asking for clarification.” Anakin muttered as he stopped pacing to run a hand through his hair. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at the boy.

“Is that why you’ve ‘asked for clarification’ four times now?” He said, a hint of a smile infected his words.

“I’m fine, Master. When will they arrive?” Anakin cursed at himself for asking the question he’d already asked a half hour ago and Obi-Wan entertained it, though he didn’t try to make it any less embarrassing for him.

“Ten minutes. Any more clarification, my young Padawan?” He inquired with a teasing tone and Anakin rolled his eyes, muttering a quick “No thank you, Master.” As he began to make his way to the landing pad.

It was a longer journey than you’d expected and by the time you and your son had landed you had to carry his sleeping body out of the ship while the kind Clones carried your things to another ship. You were greeted by Anakin and Obi-Wan. A small smile graced your lips as the two bowed to you politely. “Your highness. Welcome to Coruscant. I’m afraid you won’t be here long enough to acquaint yourself. There are strict orders to take you to Alderaan in a few moments. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. This is Anakin Skywalker. He will be the Jedi to protect you during these trying times. Our condolences extend to you and your boy.” Obi-Wan said in the utmost professional way that Anakin was yet to learn how to harness. It’s definitely the accent. Anakin thought to himself.

You bowed your head at the two and looked down at Darson, he looked star struck to see two real Jedis, before looking back at them with a saddened smile. “I appreciate this more than you could ever know. It’s an honour to meet you both. This is my boy, Darson.” You gestures toward the young boy with dark curly hair who was hiding behind your leg.

“Well Darson. I can assure you and your mother are in the finest hands we could provide. Anakin is exceptionally gifted.” Obi-Wan smiled at the boy and he hid himself further behind your leg causing a small laugh to escape your lips.

“He’ll warm up eventually. He’s always admired the Jedi Order. He’s just a bit in shock.” You combed your hand through your sons hair and Anakin nodded.

“I felt the same way when I first saw a Jedi.” Anakin said with a small smile.

“Do you have a lightsaber?” Darson asked. Anakin chuckled and nodded his head.

“I’ll show it to you when we land.” You looked at him. He was young, couldn’t be over 22. Handsome, yes, but young. You trusted the words of Obi-Wan but you had your doubts. Anakin looked at you and cleared his throat.

“I will do everything I can to serve and protect you, Your Highness. You have nothing to worry about. I’ll die before I let anything happen to you two, and I don’t plan on dying soon.” He stood up straight, the smiling look on his face turned serious. You nodded again as calm washed over you at Anakin’s words and he gestured his hand towards the ship that was waiting for the three of you.

“I cannot thank you enough, Master Kenobi. I will be sure to send a message when we land.” You said to the older Jedi before following Anakin to the ship, your sons hand tightened its grip in yours and you gave it a comforting squeeze. This other ship was smaller than your royal cruiser, but more than adequate for the three of you.

“The battalion won’t be joining us, the smaller ships are faster in case we need to run.” Anakin’s voice was quiet so only you would hear it.

“Thank you, Master Skywalker.” You spoke and he felt his cheeks burn when you called him Master. He walked behind you as you entered the ship so you wouldn’t notice. You were wearing tight pants and a tunic. Very common clothing as you were trying not to be recognized as a queen. You had left all your royal garb on your home planet, only packing a few variations of civilian clothing. You usual royally painted face was in its natural state and your hair was simply tied to the high point of your head. He definitely didn’t mind walking behind you, it was a bit of a pleasant sight.

“You can just call me Anakin.” His voice cracked and he thought you didn’t notice but you did. A small grin pulled at your lips.

“My apologies. Anakin.” You turned to look at him as you spoke before finding a safe place to sit for your son. You turned on the ships HoloNet for your son and held the remote out to him. “Here’s the remote, my love. You can watch whatever you like. Stay busy for Mommy, okay? This might be a long trip.” You kissed Darson’s head and he took the remote with gentle hands before flipping through the vast number of channels. Anakin watched you with his arms crossed and when you looked back at him, he made a quick turn on his heels to walk toward the cockpit. You chuckled to yourself at his odd demeanour.

You sat in the cockpit next to Anakin. He looked at you and when you looked at him his head snapped back to face his front. “All good to go?” He cleared his throat and you nodded. He began to flip switches and press buttons. The ship began to hover before he pushed on the thrusters to move it forward. You watched the planet begin to fall behind you as you sped through the atmosphere. The two of you sat in silence, the sound of your son watching some sort of children’s HoloFilm filled the quiet ship.

“Anakin. Do you think I did the right thing?” You spoke quietly with your face still watching as the sky of Coruscant turned into the stars of the galaxy. He looked at you, promptly turning away. Is he avoiding looking at me? You thought to yourself before he spoke.

“I think you did what you needed to do to ensure both your safety. Your ideas on the Separatists turning on your husband after they get what they want is are extremely plausible.” He spoke and you turned away from him with a sigh. Your heart wasn’t right, you had just left the man you’d loved for 15 years and you were to raise your son without him. The idea was heartbreaking and something you never thought you’d have to live through. You watched as Anakin pushed another button and stood up from his seat.

“Auto-pilot. I’m gonna go find something for you and Darson to eat, I’m sure you’re hungry after the trip from Onderon. I am too.” He bowed at you before walking away. You sat in your place as he rummaged around the small cabinets. The Jedi Council had asked for a few meals and drinks to be available on the ship as the journey was going to be about a day long. You heard a small crash and a “Shit.” come from behind you so you stood up and followed the noise.

“Anakin is everything okay?” You called as you turned the corner to see him picking up pieces of a broken plate. “Here.” You bent down to help him collect the glass shards and he placed a hand that was adorned with a leather glove over yours.

“Your Majesty, it’s alright. I’ll deal with it, I don’t wish to make you do any work.” He spoke and almost as quickly as he placed his hand on yours it was gone. You smiled at him, your eyes gleaming with humour.

“I don’t consider myself royalty as of now, Anakin. In my head, I gave that title up when I left my planet and people as a refugee. Please let me help. I was a commoner once, you know. I’ve done my fair share of breaking and picking up glass wear.” You laughed at the end of your small speech and he simply nodded politely. You went to look for a broom while he picked up the big pieces. You swept it all into the dust pan and dumped it in the trash can. “Oh and Anakin? Please call me Y/N. It’s very weird calling someone by their name while they call me Milady or Your Highness. I never did get used to it.” He stood up straight with his hands behind his back as you dusted your own hands off.

“As you wish, Y/N.” He said and you smiled at him. You had a very kind smile, he noticed. Everything about you was warm and maternal. Anakin hadn’t been around anybody like you since he left his mother on Tatooine. He didn’t like to think of holding her while she died to be the last time he saw her, he practically repressed the entire memory.

“I can take care of the food, please let me. It’s the least I can do.” You spoke as you started to pull dishes down to plate one of the pre-made meals in the insulated cabinets and poured water into three cups. He sighed and took the cups to the table as you warmed the food.

“You don’t need to thank us, it’s in the job description.” He spoke over his shoulder from his position at the small bench where your son was watching his HoloFilm, a sense of humour in his eyes. You shook your head as you warmed the food.

“Job description or not, it doesn’t negate my feelings of gratitude.” You responded with a soft voice. The food was warm and you served it on three different plates. He was quick to take two of them and you took the other. You placed one in front of Darson and Anakin placed the other two in their respective spots on the table.

“Thanks, Mommy.” Darson spoke, his eyes never leaving the film as he scooped up some food on his spoon. A small chuckle left Anakin and you looked at him. Your eyes met and dropped to your own food almost immediately. You all ate and watched the children’s entertainment that played.

“That guys a jerk. I hope the main guy beats him.” Anakin spoke, raising his glass to his lips. Darson looked at him with wide, excited eyes. This was his favourite movie, he had made you watch it 100 times and it was clear he was excited to discuss it with somebody other than you.

“He gets him but there’s a bigger bad guy. That’s what the next ones about!” Darson said and Anakin raised his eyebrows.

“A bigger bad guy than the one I’m seeing right now? That’s impossible.” He said and you smiled. He seemed to be the kind of person who got along with kids. That notion alone made you feel a lot better. Darson nodded his head and began to speak with his mouthful.

“Sweetheart, Anakin is not going anywhere. Swallow your food before you speak, please.” You interrupted him and laughed gently while the boy swallowed his food with a closed mouth smile.

“It is possible I swear! I’ll show you the next one after this ends.” He exclaimed excitedly and turned his attention back to the movie. You and Anakin shared an amused glance and Anakin nodded.

“I’ll hold you to that, Darson.” Anakin replied and returned his attention to the movie. It was a decently made film, but you were so sick of it. It was nice to have somebody here to enjoy it with Darson.

You finished your food and brought everybody’s plates to the sink as the movie began to end. “I think I’m going to retire. Don’t let him stay up late.” You said to Anakin, he nodded in response.

“I won’t. Right after the next one I’ll send him to you.” He spoke as he followed you to the sink. “I’ll take care of this.” His hand brushed against yours in the sink and you both pulled away hastily. With a soft laugh you looked at him.

“Thank you, Anakin. Goodnight.” You smiled and he returned it.

“We’ll likely be landing by the time you both wake up. We’ll have breakfast on the ship.” He stated as he began washing the dishes, peering over to catch the movie every so often.

You brushed your hand over his shoulder as you walked away to the small room to lay down. His cheeks burned red at the gesture.

You stared at the ceiling as the muffled voices of the two boys in the main area talked about the movie excitedly. It reminded you of how his father would play with him. You felt tears in your eyes and rolled over to face the wall. Quiet sobs left your mouth, muffled by the blanket you were hiding under.

You cried until you heard the two of them laughing loudly through your door. You stood up and peaked your head out to see them sitting right next to each other and you laid back down. The sound of your sons laughter and the safety Anakin was working so hard to provide was enough to calm you and send you into a deep, blissful sleep. You felt your son curl up next to you at some point and you wrapped your arm around him before falling back asleep like you hadn’t even woken up.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of rustling outside your door. You snuck out of bed trying not to wake Darson and he nuzzled his face into the pillow. You wrapped your robe around you to cover up the nightgown you were wearing and with a yawn you opened your door to see Anakin pouring juice into a cup.

“Good morning, Anakin.” You said through another yawn and Anakin turned to you with a prompt nod his eyes stopped at your exposed legs for a millisecond too long, you noticed. He had a plate in his hand and upon seeing you he grabbed another off the counter, leaving one for your still sleeping son.

“Good morning. We’ll be landing soon.” He took the plates to the table and set them down. He took a seat and you sat next to him.

“Thank you.” You took a small bite of your food. You were almost never hungry in the morning but you didn’t want to be rude. He nodded as he ate his food. The silence between you both was comforting but something about it was begging to be filled.

“Darson is a good kid.” Anakin spoke up and you looked at him with a fond smile.

“I know. I heard you two yesterday. It made me feel a bit better.” You spoke and raised your hand to lean your chin on it.

“I know what it’s like to be a scared kid, too smart for his own good. I figured that a good time was what he needed.” He ate almost as quickly as he had sat down and placed his plate in the sink before washing it.

“Really?” You asked, watching him. His back was surprisingly broad and his shoulders looked strong as he scrubbed at the plate. You moved your eyes to one of the windows in the room, watching the stars fly by.

“Yeah. When I was first taken in by the Order. I hadn’t even left Tatooine before and I got thrown immediately into training. The joys of being The Chosen One, I guess. Never got to be a kid and watch films.” He looked at you over his shoulder and your eyebrows raised when he mentioned being The Chosen One.

“The Chosen One?” You inquired as you swallowed the bite you were chewing on while he spoke. He nodded and dried the water on his hands.

“I’m gonna bring balance to the Galaxy. Or so they say.” He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and you nodded.

“You are indeed impressive, Anakin.” You smiled and looked over to the window again when you saw a planet in the distance. “Is that it?” You pointed out the window and he leaned over to inspect what you were gesturing too.

“Yeah. That’s Alderaan.” He said and you hummed. It looked a bit like your own planet, but Alderaan clearly had more mountains.

You looked at him and let out a deep breath. “Guess we’ll be set to move soon.” You started as you placed your plate in the sink, he turned immediately to begin washing it and you smiled. He was so eager to help so you let him, it was almost sweet. “I’ll wake Darson.” You walked back into the room and changed into something decent before brushing your hair. You tapped Darson. “Sweetheart we’re here.” You cooed and he woke up groggily.

“Good morning.” You smiled and he mumbled something along the same lines as he sat up and looked out the window. His eyes widened at the new sight.

“Woah! I gotta go see it from the cockpit!” Every ounce of exhaustion was gone from the boys face as he got changed and ran out to Anakin. He begged him to let him into the cockpit and Anakin obliged. You cleaned up the room and made sure all of your things were in order before following their voices. You tried to urge him to eat first and he refused, his excitement didn’t allow for much hunger.

You let the two talk and decided to bring the bags by the door. Anakin caught site of you carrying one at a time. “I’m gonna help your mom, I’ll be right back.” He made sure Darson was adequately strapped into the cockpit chair before coming over to you and taking the bag from your hand. “You do a lot of work for somebody who was living a royal lifestyle.” He laughed. You chuckled in response.

“I wasn’t born into it so it never came naturally to me to just let other people do my bidding. I never even let the servants do things for me. I’d do most things by myself even though my husband-“ You cleared your throat. “The king disapproved of it.” Your voice faltered a bit and you pursed your lips for a moment before turning away from the boy who towered over you.

“I do want to say I’m sorry for what happened, again. You’re dealing with it tremendously.” His voice was sincere and there was no look of teasing or joking on his face. You smiled at your son pretending to steer the ship in the cockpit.

“Not your fault. If anything, you’re the last person who should be apologizing. You’re helping me.” You spoke with your arms crossed and Anakin rested a hand on your shoulder while keeping a respectful distance.

“It really is my pleasure.” He said before going to get the rest of your things. When he left you, you felt warmth on your shoulder where he touched you and it made your stomach twist like you were a teenage girl who just said hi to her crush. You shook the thought from your head and sat down in the cockpit behind your son, strapping in.

Anakin followed shortly to land the ship. He did it with no issue, almost like it was second nature. He continued to surprise you in little ways and it made you feel a way you hadn’t felt in years. Excited.

——

Six hours had passed. You had sent a message to Obi-Wan as promised and he responded promptly. Once the Council knew you were safe you and Anakin had begun to get settled into the small home you were to hide in for the time being. Darson got to play with the lightsaber, Anakin taught him a few tricks. He had been on cloud nine and full of energy for at least 3 of the hours you guys had been on Alderaan. Anakin had left shortly after the lightsaber activities to check the perimeter. You sat on the couch and watched a HoloNet children’s show with Darsons head in your lap. “I wish Anakin was my dad.” He whispered and you looked down at him shocked.

“Well, he makes a fine step in for a brother. He’s far too young for all that.” You laughed. You combed through his hair as he crashed from all the excitement he had experienced from the past day. His small snores echoed through the room and you picked him up gently to place him in the small room he’d gotten to himself, tucking him in and giving him a kiss on the head before shutting his door behind you. As you shut the door you heard footsteps and you froze for a moment until you saw Anakin walk through the entry to the small lounging area. You let a breath out and proceeded to change the channel to something that wasn’t a cartoon.

“Did I scare you, Y/N?” He asked with a gentle chuckle as he sat on the single chaise beside the couch. You laughed yourself and looked at him. “A little. I guess I’m jumpy.” You responded, your eyes glued to his. For the first time neither of you looked away.

“My apologies.” His voice was quieter and you weren’t sure if it was because he knew Darson was sleeping or if he just wanted you to lean toward him to hear him. Either way you did end up leaning toward him a little as he spoke.

You shook your head and another short laugh emitted from you as you sat on the couch. You could feel him looking at you while your own eyes watched the hologram. “Am I of interest to you or do you have a staring problem.” Your lips curled into a soft smile as you spoke and Anakin cleared his throat, looking away. He was silent for a few moments and you looked at him, almost expecting him to simply ignore you.

“I don’t think I can give you a respectful answer to that.” His voice was quiet again as he stared at the show in front of him. It was of little to not interest to him but he didn’t know where else to look. You raised an eyebrow at his response.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, pausing the show to force him to look at you and he did. He shook his head as his eyes took you in.

“You’re far more beautiful than I could have imagined.” He gulped, his confidence seemed to have disappeared in a split second.

“What, because I’m 35?” You laughed, admittedly this was fun. He was handsome and exciting, and seeing him feel nervous around you made you feel sexy. At least the closest to it that you had felt in years. He shook his head quickly and furrowed his eyebrows.

“No, no. I just. I guess..” He sighed. “I just didn’t imagine you’d look as good as you do.” He struggled to keep eye contact, his eyes darted around the room.

“35 isn’t old, you know. I still have a long time to go.” You smiled again. “I’d even argue to say I’m in my prime.” You held your head high and he laughed gently.

“I believe that.” He responded and you placed your hand in front of your mouth when a giggle left your lips. You hadn’t giggled since you were young and your cheeks burned as a light pink colour washed over them. At that you saw a hint of something devilish take over his features and you watched him closely. “I’m going to shower.” He said as he walked away, your eyes darted to his bag of clothes that still sat in the entry way and before you could say anything he was gone and the door to the bathroom was shut behind him.

You sat on the couch watching the show as you heard him turn the water on and your heart beat quickened as you imagined what he would look like right now. You pushed the thought away as quickly as it came but your heart beat wasn’t so easily tamed. It wasn’t more than 10 minutes before you heard the water stop. From the corner of your eyes you saw him emerge into the room again, his wet hair fell over his eyes and he held a towel around his waist as he came to the front to get his bag. “Forgot this.” He muttered and looked at you as he lifted the bag causing your breath to get caught in your throat.

“Right… You’ll need them.” You mentioned. Maker, I wish he didn’t. You thought to yourself as you subconsciously bit gently at your lip. He saw it and a smirk graced his features. He left to go to his room and you let out deep breaths to relax. He came back shortly wearing only a pair of thin, baggy, black pants that hung dangerously low on his hips.

“Have I shown you your room yet?” He inquired as he shook his hair out with his hand. Quite a performance if you said so yourself. You shook your head and he held his hand out to you.

“I insist.” He smiled and you took his hand, rising from your seat, and followed him. He walked you through to the other side of the home and opened the door and you saw normal room decor, a large bed and a small attached bathroom. “All yours.” He let go of your hand as he turned to look at you.

“It’s nice.” You said, you weren’t even looking at the room. Your eyes were glued to his muscular chest, his large arms and that beautiful scar on his face.

“Bold words for somebody who’s not even looking at it.” He smirked and you walked toward him, pushing your hand against the door to close it. His eyes widened a bit at the act.

“I was really doubting this would work.” He whispered as you neared his tall frame. It was your turn to smirk now.

“Oh, Anakin. I don’t believe you. Who wouldn’t this work on?” Your voice was hushed as you pressed your hand against his warm chest. You looked up at him and other hand cupped his cheek. “You’re a handsome boy. Most handsome one I’ve seen yet.” Your gaze didn’t break for even a moment. He shivered under your touch and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer.

“Th-thank you.” He stuttered a bit and you raised a brow.

“Did I scare you, Anakin?” You teased, reciting his own words from earlier and he gulped again. “Such a sweet boy.” You hummed as you rubbed your thumb against his cheek and he leaned into it with his eyes fluttering shut.

You took that as your queue to lean up toward him and press you lips against his. He moaned into the kiss, to your surprise, and you pulled away with a smirk on your face. His eyes opened slowly and you pulled him gently toward the bed. He followed with no hesitation and you pushed him so he was sitting on the edge. You climbed onto his lap, straddling him and he wrapped his flesh hand behind your neck, the gloved hand held the small of your back. Both your arms draped around his shoulders as you looked down at him. His eyes stared into yours before pulling you in for another kiss. You pushed your tongue at his lip and he opened his mouth immediately to let you in.

Your tongues explored each others mouths and he let out a small whimper when you sucked on his soft muscle. Your hands roamed to grab at his shoulders and you felt them tighten. You hummed in response as you grinded down on him, immediately feeling him get hard.

“Good boy.” You whispered into the kiss and he let another moan leave his lips as you continued to rub on him gently over his pants with your ass. You were in shape for sure but your curves only got extenuated due to having a child. Each of your tits were almost the size of his head and your butt was fairly plump. You pushed him gently until he laid on his back and began to move your kisses down his chin towards his neck and he sucked a sharp breath in. This wasn’t his first time by any means, Anakin was no stranger to sexual experiences but he’d never been with an older woman. It was one of his biggest fantasies.

You pulled your shirt over your head as you kissed down his body and you felt him tense under you at the sight of your undergarments. Once you got to his pants that were definitely uncomfortably tight, you pulled on them with your teeth and his hips bucked, another whimper flew out from him.

“Eager are we?” Your laugh was low and sultry. He stared at you like you were the first woman he’d ever seen in his life. You pulled his pants down with your hands and his surprisingly big cock swung towards his stomach. “You continue to surprise me, Ani.” You whispered and he moaned.

“Please keep calling me that.” His eyes screwed shut as you wrapped your fingers around him, pumping slowly. His stomach tensed and you smirked.

“I will.” You responded before squeezing his dick ever so gently. He pulled you back up by your shoulders so you settled on his lap and he sat up as well. His hands fumbled with your bra and you undid the clasp for him with one hand and let it fall somewhere on the floor behind you. His eyes almost bulged out of his head as he stared at you, another laugh followed as you watched him. He leaned forward and his eyes stared up at you as he held one of your tits in his hand and latched his mouth to you hardened nipple.

“Just like that, Ani..” You moaned and he sucked on it gently, his tongue grazing against it every so often. Your hands combed his hair away from his face and you smiled down as he continued to watch your reactions. “You’re doing so good.” You cooed and his eyes fluttered shut again. You kept running your hands through his hair as he lulled away at your nipple before moving to the other one. The air hit your damp skin and you sucked in a sharp breath. It seemed he could have spent a lifetime sucking, nipping, and licking at your tits but you were feeling a wetness between your legs that needed to be tended to. You stood up and shimmied the rest of your clothing down your legs and climbed back over him.

He flipped the two of you so that he was on top and began to place desperate kisses all over your upper body before moving lower and lower. “Are you-“ He cut you off. “Yes, Mommy.” He moaned against your soft body as his hands roamed every inch they could. You were shocked but he didn’t even seem to flinch at his own words. It made you feel tingles all over your body and you didn’t mind.

“That’s a good boy..” You whispered as he finally reached your pussy. His tongue pressed against it and you moaned, leaning back into the bed. He licked at your hole, desperate to taste you and his eyes watched you as if he was dying to see how good you felt. You let out another moan and ran a hand into his hair, tugging tightly. He whimpered against you and focused on your clit. His hands reached up to fondle your breasts and his eyes were still locked onto yours. It had been so long it didn’t take much to make you cum the first time. Within a few moments you were writhing and shaking under his tongue.

“Yes, yes just like that, Ani. Make Mommy feel good… You’re doing so good.” You cooed as you rode out your high on his face. He moaned and squeezed his eyes shut as his dick got harder than it ever had before, it was almost painful.

“Thank you, Mommy.” He whispered as you praised him and you held your arms out for him.

“You’re so welcome.” You smiled. He climbed over top of you again, you licked his chin to clean your juices off and he moaned with his eyes rolled back. You rolled over so you were above him. His cock was pulsing and you could feel it against your ass. Your hand trailed down his muscles and you watched them twitch everywhere you touched. You grabbed him gently and pressed him against your entrance, teasing him with a little wiggle. He let out a sharp breath and looked at you with desperation. “Please, Mommy.” He whined and you bit your lip as you let yourself lower onto him. When you felt your ass connect to his hips you knew he was all the way in and you moaned at his size.

“Such a big cock on such a young man..” You whispered and he bit his own lip. You bounced up and down painfully slowly and watched him squirm below you. “You like that? You like watching me?” Your voice came out shaky and he moaned, knowing it was him who was making you sound like that.

“Yes, Mommy I really, really do.” His voice was filled with desperation and you picked up the pace. Your tits bounced in his face as you moaned, he immediately angled himself up to catch one in his mouth and began sucking like his life depending on it.

“Suck my tits like a good boy, Ani.” You encouraged him and his eyes squeezed shut. You felt your clit hit his skin with every bounce and you shivered, feeling another orgasm beginning to form in your stomach. “You’re gonna make me cum again, Ani. Such a big dick… Feels so good.” You threw your head back as you rode him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and whimpered as he twitched inside of you when your walls began to clench around him. It wasn’t long before he was letting out a slack jawed moan against your skin, his body jolted as he left his seed in you. It was warm as it dripped down around him and you slowed your motions. “Good boy.. Let it out.” You cooed as you caressed his hair and he whimpered, holding you close as he came down.

When he dropped his grip on you, you dismounted him and felt his cum falling slowly down your leg. You padded over to the bathroom and cleaned up before returning to where he laid motionless on the bed. “Was that.. Was that okay?” Anakin whispered as you laid down next to him and you laughed.

“More than okay. I haven’t ever had a lay like that, really.” You whispered back as you laid on your side to stare at him. He looked at you and laughed gently.

“I like you. I like your kid. I like this.” He smiled and you smiled back.

“I feel the same but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” You spoke gently, reaching up to remove his hair from his eyes.

The next few days consisted of waking up, making breakfast for the boys, watching Anakin play with Darson, making lunch, watching a movie, putting Darson to bed and then fucking the absolute shit out of each other. You were happy for the first time in years and Darson, the intelligent boy he was, wasn’t so dumb as to not notice when Anakin would wink at you or when he’d grab your bum when he thought nobody was watching. As odd as it was, Darson was quite happy at the outcome as well.

“Mommy is Anakin my new daddy?” Darson blurted out at the table during dinner and you both looked at each other with wide eyes. Anakin cleared his throat as you attempted to do damage control.

“Honey, Anakins a good friend now. He isn’t your new d-” You started and Anakin cut you off.

“Play your cards right, Darson and I might think about it.” He smiled and Darson punched a fist into the air. You kicked Anakin under the table and he let out a “Ouch.”

“I have a Jedi dad!” Darson yelled and you shushed him, shaking your head at Anakin with a smile.

“Darson, baby, you can’t say that kind of stuff. Anakin isn’t allowed to be a daddy or even marry. We can’t tell people that okay? Anakin is just playing. He’s a good friend.” You spoke and Darson smiled knowingly. He promised not to say anything but he knew the truth deep down, and he was elated about it.

That night after you put Darson to bed, you laid in Anakin’s arms. “He’s smart. He could keep a secret.” Anakin tried to negotiate with you and you shushed him, raising your head from his chest.

“Please. Just let this be nice for now. There’s too many implications. I’m still married technically. You’re a Jedi for Makers sake. Just… Give it time.” You spoke gently and looked at him, he nodded before kissing your forehead. You sighed and laid back on his chest as you both fell asleep, excited to wake up and do it all again tomorrow. You weren’t sure how long you’d be here but you’d be damned if you didn’t enjoy it.

[dracowars]

Could I please request an Anakin X reader where reader gets overwhelmed in a mission and Anakin gets her out?

overwhelmed | anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin x jedi!reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where y/n gets overwhelmed on a mission

a/n: i missed writing so much, especially for anakin so i really hope that you enjoy it <3 feedback and reblogging is always appreciated!

warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of blood

universe: star wars

"What's happening down there?!", Anakin screams at the hologram map in front of him, demanding to know what is going on on the planet beneath the Resolute. His eyes frantically roam over the map, trying to find the source that caused the small transporter and the protective shields around it to be blown to bits. "General Y/L/N, do you copy?"

It was supposed to be an easy mission with no complications. The plan was simple: deliver the required weapons and care packages to the surface of Ryloth to support the troops and then leave again without a trace, not alarming the Separatists while giving your men an advantage. But instead of doing that, you walked right into a trap.

Pressing your body, which is still shaking from the bomb's hard impact, against a shattered part of the transporter, you try to control your breath, squinting your eyes to see through the dust. Inhaling it, you cough several times, waving your hand in front of your face to make the smoke slowly disappear. You hardly see anything around you, at most silhouettes of soldiers lying on the ground, injured or worse. And very close by, you hear the loud mechnical noise of spider droids coming your way.

Ignoring the panic rising within your veins, you close your eyes and try to think about your next move, trying to find a way out of this. Only then do you notice your com and the voice coming from it, instantly grounding you.

"I copy. We ran into an ambush, I don't know how many of my men survived", you answer into the comlink, forcing your voice to sound as steady as possible. But Anakin notices. He always does.

"You need to get out of there. Right now!", Anakin says with pressure, not paying attention to the fact that he has never felt so relieved to hear you voice, that, as far as he can tell, you are safe and sound. And he does not care what his men around him think, why he is so keen on getting you out of there in one piece.

When the explosions happened, Anakin felt his heart stop, his world stopped spinning. But hearing your voice right now makes it a lot more bearable because you are still there, you are still with him. He should have been down there with you and he is beating himself up for not insisting on coming with you.

"Sir, I don't think that is possible", another voice clarifies through the comlink as Bly, your commander, approaches your side, kneeling in front of you as he speaks to Anakin. His armor is covered in dust and mud, but he appears to have survived the attack without any major damages.

"Why not?", both Anakin and you ask at the same time.

"General, you are injured", Bly points out, motioning to your lower body, which is, indeed, covered in blood. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, your eyes widen and you press your hand on the bleeding wound where a piece of metal must have hit you. Only then do you notice the excruciating pain running through your body, previously hidden by the adrenaline that was still rushing through your veins mere seconds ago.

"How bad is it?", Anakin wants to know immediately, his knuckles turning white from grabbing the table with the hologram map forcefully as it is making fun of him for not being down there with you, only showing him what happened without him being able to intervene.

"I don't think any important organs are damaged, but I can't be sure, Sir. And the Separatists are approaching our current location quickly", Bly explains, offering you an encouraging smile, but all you can feel is bile rising up your throat and panic lacing your laboured breathing. "They knew we would come."

"And they were only waiting to strike", Anakin concludes, lowering his head while searching for answers. But with his heart painfully beating against his chest and your ragged breathing over the com, he can't concentrate. He needs to get you out of there.

"Prepare a shuttle", he orders one of the clones around him, his voice harsh and demanding while you are down there, possibly fighting for your life right now.

"Sir, we are not equipped for such a rescue", you hear from afar, the unbearable pain blocking everything out.

"I can do it, Anakin. It's f-fine", you try to convince him, your hands trembling and your voice only a whisper. Every breath hurts, it gets worse every second and you know that you reached your limit.

You know you won't make it. Even with Bly by your side, the chances of leaving this planet alive are falling close to zero. This realization hits you hard and a single tear slips down your cheek, leaving a wet streak on your dirty face.

"A-Anakin?", you call out to him in pain, the beeping in your ears getting louder and louder. But he does not answer.

Looking up at the sky, in the direction where your transporter came from, where Anakin is located right now, you force a smile on your lips. Black stars cloud your vision as you desperately reach for the Force, calling him.

"General, what are you-", is the last static sound you hear before your body slips into complete darkness.

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Anakin is not the type to stand there doing nothing when the love of his life is on the verge of leaving this galaxy, no matter the cost. And he certainly does not care about being equipped for the rescue. Because if someone is going to get you out of there safely, then it is Anakin Skywalker.

And that is exactly what he is planning on doing the moment he leaves the bridge, when he jumps into the Twilight and lands on the rough surface of Ryloth. When he takes down every single droid with his own hands, leaving behind a trail of destruction. When he finally reaches you, unconscious frame held up by your loyal commander.

Immediately, he takes you onto his arms, carrying you to his ship with the remaining soldiers following and flanking you. The determination in Anakin's eyes is eerie, he speaks no word, only making sure to get you off this planet in no time.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he reaches out to you with the Force, just like you did before leaving into unconsciousness, telling him to leave you behind and complete the mission. The moment he does, he feels your warmth, your joy emanating through his body and your eyes flutter. Softly, your hand touches his, your lips parting ever so slightly as you croak: "I knew you would come."

"I always will", Anakin answers, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead, squeezing your hand in his gently. "I will always come for you, my angel."

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Ethereal Embrace - Anakin Skywalker X Female Reader

Title: Ethereal Embrace

Anakin Skywalker X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Random Queen very briefly (Mentioned) and Obi-Wan (Mentioned)

WC: 1,619

Warnings: Mentions of the Jedi Code, slightly suggestive, forbidden love/romance, italics, slight angst, and fluff

The setting of the double sun's rays bathed the desert in golden light. The large pine-like trees rustled as a cold breeze blew through them. The air was filled with the lovely scent of sweet flowers. All around the desert, lush green vegetation had spread across the sand. This desert was no ordinary desert, though. It was a special place where life flourished and was protected by the people who lived there. Zithara was the exact definition of an oasis in a desert. In the middle of this paradise, stood the city known as Euphoril. You and Anakin had been sent on a mission to help protect the city from the Queen's evil uncle who wanted to steal the throne. Though, he was easily defeated.

Anakin shed his robes, folding it and placing it upon one of the chairs in the room. The sleeping quarters that the Queen of Zithara had given both you and Anakin were very spacious and luxurious. They even included a private bathing pool inside the rooms. However, neither you nor Anakin required two rooms.

Anakin first met you when you started your Jedi training. Being around the same age, he was often paired with you for training and missions. Though there were rules against attachments and relationships, that didn’t really stop Anakin from getting closer with you, and vice versa. And what started off as just a fun, goofy friendship, ended up turning into a - fun and passionate - secret relationship.

It was fun, in the beginning, sneaking around and sharing forbidden kisses in darkened hallways. It was a bit hard to really spend time together in the daytime - unless you were on missions - but at night, you always left your quarters unlocked. Anakin would spend the night almost every night, but there was always that danger of leaving your room in the morning without being noticed. You and Anakin only got caught once - via Anakin leaving your room - thankfully only by Obi-Wan, who was actually supportive of the relationship.

Hearing your melodic humming, Anakin raised his head, his eyes landing on you as you emerged from the bathing pool in the joined room. Dressed in a soft, silk blue robe, you brushed your fingers through your wet hair, stopping at the open balcony. The golden light from the sunsets illuminated you in an ethereal glow, making Anakin sigh deeply. A Goddess, that was what you were; he was sure. You turned to look at him and smiled. Anakin could feel himself falling deeper in love with you with each passing moment, more so with each enchanting smile you sent his way and every gentle touch you bestowed upon him.

To have you in his life - as his best friend and love of his life - what more could he ever want or need?

A warm smile slipped upon his lips as he silently made his way over to you on the balcony. His strong arms slipped around you, pulling you back against his bare chest, before dipping his nose into the side of your neck; inhaling the scent of roses that lingered on your soft skin. You giggled lightly at the ticklish sensation - music to his ears - your hands coming up to grasp his forearms. As he continued to hold you, Anakin closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your fingertips against his skin. He could never get enough of being near you - touching you.

A small chuckle escaped from your throat as Anakin pressed featherlight kisses along your neck and jawline; his one hand leaving your waist to brush your hair away, allowing him more access to your neck. Only then, did he hear you speak, "You seem to be in a good mood." Your voice was laced with amusement. 

Anakin paused his ministrations, nuzzling his nose into the space between your neck and shoulder. He paused, before his eyes opened, his gaze found the sunset; his chin moved to the top of your head. "I'm with you," He began, lightly tugging you impossibly closer into his chest, "Of course, I am in a good mood."

You hummed, the tips of your fingers brushing along the cool leather of his glove, "I would've thought it was because of how successful our mission was." You remarked before turning in his hold, your arms wrapping themselves around his waist; your fingers locking behind his back. "So successful, in fact, that we finished it early."

Anakin huffed, flickering his gaze away from ours briefly, "Don't remind me," He muttered, one hand brushing up and down your back soothingly, "I am glad that we finished the mission early, but I do not wish to leave this planet yet." The mere thought of flying back to Coruscant made his stomach twist; he wanted to spend as much alone time - away from the Jedi Masters - with you as possible.

"Really?" You murmured, glancing over at the last light before looking back up at him; your eyes searching his, "I thought you would've been overjoyed to leave this planet. Seeing as there is sand... Everywhere."

He hummed, gazing down at you - his hand coming up to brush your drying hair from your face before cupping your cheek, "Yes, there certainly is sand everywhere." Anakin breathed, his thumb moving gently across your flushed cheek, "But I am most happy, right here, with you."

Your smile softened, a short hum leaving you, "Me too, Ani," You leaned up to press a kiss to his waiting lip, but before Anakin could even think about deepening it, you suddenly slipped out of his arms; he followed your movements - amused and entranced - as you ran up to the large bed; an almost carefree laugh leaving you as you jumped and landed on it.

You sat up, propping yourself up onto your elbows, before flipping onto your side. Looking over at Anakin, you couldn't help but smile when you saw the content expression on his face as he gazed over at you. "Are you just going to stand there or join me?" You asked playfully, a coy grin stretching across your lips.

Anakin smirked in response, taking large strides over to the bed, and with a quick leap, he landed on the bed beside you; his arms instantly snaking around your body. For the next couple of minutes, everything was silent, except for the occasional breeze that fluttered through the air from the open glass doors of the balcony where you both once stood. 

You were both side by side, Anakin's one arm lying underneath your head as an additional pillow, whilst his gloved hand brushed up and down your spine. You played with the ends of his golden, dark blonde hair with one hand, your free hand caressed the contours of his face tenderly; mapping out the constellations of his freckles. The pair of you gazed lovingly at one another, completely oblivious to the world around you. Lost in your own little world, your own little universe.

With a sigh, he turned his head slightly into your hand, his lips brushing against your fingertips in a butterfly-esque kiss. "I don't want to go back," Anakin whispered to you, his grip tightened around you slightly; pulling you closer.

"I know, my love," You replied, "I also do not wish to leave. This place... It's magical." You said quietly, continuing to trace his features with your finger; down his forehead, down the slope of his nose, before ending at his lips. "But we are here, and we have this moment together. Just you and me. No Jedi Code, no rules, no expectations..." You trailed off, letting your words drift out into the quiet night air, "Just us." You sighed out.

There was a slight pause, as Anakin let out a sigh of his own; it was almost too good to be true. "Just us,” He repeated, his words came out barely above a whisper, but you heard him nonetheless. "I wish we could stay like this forever." His gloved hand slipped from your figure, cupping your cheek once more, "I love you, Y/N." Anakin murmured, leaning in close to nuzzle your nose with his.

Taking the hand from your cheek, you carefully removed the leather, revealing the robotic hand that replaced the flesh one that he had lost. Anakin watched, feeling as if his soul was melting as you pressed a soft kiss to the palm of the metal. "And I love you, Anakin." You replied softly, looking up at him with such love and adoration in your sparkling eyes. He swore that there were galaxies trapped within those eyes of yours.

Sighing deeply, Anakin reached for your face and brought you closer to his, capturing your lips with his. Your lips fit perfectly against his. Kissing you felt like home. The passion and longing that surrounded you both made Anakin forget everything that plagued his mind; every dark thought, every fear; every worry; every doubt. He loved you unconditionally. With you by his side, nothing could ever go wrong. 

Holding you in his arms, he let his eyes fall shut, hearing your steady breathing that matched his. Feeling the edges of sleep take over his senses, Anakin leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. 

Upon waking, Anakin was met with a dark room. This room was unlike the one on Zithara. There was no balcony, no fancy chairs, nor a large comfy bed he remembered lying upon. And beside him, you were gone. Confusion wrapped around him briefly before the sound of the sliding door opening drew his attention. At the door, the cloaked figure stood, and with a deep voice, he spoke, "Darth Vader, it's time to start your training."

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Main Masterlist | Star Wars Masterlist

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine Anakin Skywalker heals your wounds… especially after a tough day. By doing so, he is healed from his own shadows.

Warnings: short fic; drama, angst; emotional intimacy…

Warnings 2: fluffy endings.

Recommendations: “Video Games” by Lana del Rey.

***

Anakin’s been having troubling days, you know it. You try your best to comfort your husband, lending him an ear. And the general appreciates every effort you pay by doing him so.

However, he’s been so focused in his own growing resentment toward the Jedis and the anger that has been boiling within him that he didn’t realize you’ve been struggling with your own demons.

Out of the clonic wars, you’ve been going through a war yourself. Old insecurities come every time your plans don’t succeed, when relatives knock at your door with criticism sharp as knives, pleased to blame you for whatever’s been going on in their lives.

You’ve been married for nearly six years and as much as you’ve tried to step away, you know you couldn’t. The reason for it lies in your old attachment to the family you grew with, your inner child trying to heal from such wounds. But there’s your work too. You feel overwhelmed by how you are treated.

There are also the friends you lost for the war, the ones who don’t care about how you’ve been fairing since you’ve married—although few would know you have wedded a Jedi, but the ones who do are out of your grasp.

You begin to wonder if you are enough. It’s not as if you feel helpless when it comes to everything. You don’t wield the Force, you are not part of the politics world. What are even you?

Anakin’s been out for a while to protect the chancellor, so you have no clue what’s about to happen… or what would happen had he not been plagued by a very realistic view of your melancholy.

Quickly, he rushes back home, ignoring the Chancellor’s pleas. And to your dismay, Anakin finds you crying at the couch, heart breaking for the aforementioned reasons—but aching for him, craving for his comfort.

“My love? What’s the matter?”

“Anakin!”, you stand, trying to recompose yourself. “I thought you would not come home until…”

“No, no. This isn’t about me”, he is urged to go after you, promptly pulling you against him, holding your face with his hands, his own eyes tearing when seeing how your wounds came to the surface. “I’ve sensed something was going on. Please forgive me for not realizing this earlier…”

“It’s okay. This all happened whilst you were gone anyway”, you say as you are engulfed in his arms. “But you…”

“No. This isn’t about me”, says he firmly. “I will not leave you bleeding, I will rock you in my arms as I did before I left.”

Carefully, he leads you upstairs.

“Come, you need a shower.” Anakin speaks softly, but seriously nonetheless. “I won’t leave you ever again. Fuck this Jedi Order, fuck the Chancellor.”

You had just sniffed a bit when his words caught you off the guard.

“Ani…” You are brought to the shower, but you are so perplexed you don’t realize he’s preparing shower all the whilst tossing his clothing off. “What are you saying?”

As he comes to you, standing right behind you as he helps undress you too, you comprehend there’s been too much going on.

With both of you.

Threatening the domestic peace.

“I’m saying I’ve been away too long. I heard your silent screams. How your heart whispered “don’t go” , rioting against the imposed loneliness”, the way he reads your intensity so well freezes you.

Anakin side smirks at you. Now standing before you, he raises your chin and, holding it gently, says:

“I know my wife well. You shouldn’t underestimate my power, Y/Nickname.”

“I thought by hiding well, I wouldn’t trouble you. I mean…” And here you burst out at long last all that was well hidden, but improperly buried within.

But words are dissolved in the form of your tears, although Anakin needs not to hear them to understand you.

However, when soothing you, helping healing your emotional wounds, he realizes everything else has little importance.

Yes, he doubled his powers, but what importance are these when you are hurt? Yes, he’s built a great reputation in the war, but who cares about it when you’ve been fighting yours on your own? No. This would end, and to end this tonight releases the burden Anakin, formerly expected to fill the heavy role of the chosen one, has been carrying for years.

As you two move to be under the shower, every tear is wiped away when water comes clean over you. He holds you close, reassuring you in every possible way that he’s not leaving you anymore.

Not now.

Not ever again.

“Besides”, Anakin whispers. “I married you because of who you are. I was attracted to your y/c hair, your y/c skin, your y/c eyes, and not to mention your smile.”

He smiles when you give in and smile too. Your eyes are closed, your face is buried against his chest. His hands are going up and down your back, gently stroking your hair.

“But what captured my heart”, the Jedi proceeds, not realizing he’s finding the balance all the whilst light comes to the surface of his speech, “was your kindness, your good will towards every one you love. Your wit, your sharp brain. Yes, you are a very smart woman, Y/N. Remember when you listed every history of each of Coruscant’s countries? I could never do that!”

You chuckle fondly at the memory. You start to calm yourself, pleased to going back to your stable emotional self. At least for now.

Anakin senses the same, but he doesn’t quit with his work with you. Now, he’s more determined to fight away your insecurities.

“You have a peculiar sense of humor, I give you that, but so what? Even when you are shut in yourself, however shy you can be, you are friendly, lovely, loyal. You’ve been so helpful to me, Y/N”, and here is when he’s starting to get teary himself. “You are not just my lover, my wife, but my best friend.”

There is little need to say anything at all. You cast him a loving glance. Holding his face with both of your hands, you tiptoe and kiss his lips. Anakin holds you back, returning the kiss slowly and passionately.

It seems everything is solved. At least for now…

***

When Anakin wakes the next day, he’s taken aback by your absence on your side of bed. Quickly, he dresses and goes after you, unwilling to waste any more time.

However, every riot comes to silence when he finds you on the hills, meditating the way he taught you to. His own anxiety dying away, he slows his pace, eyeing you with the utmost care.

The male Jedi finds you at peace, part of the wilderness as wind blows against you. You may not be a Force user, but it’s clearly in you. Anakin remembers telling you about it.

“Every one is sensitive to it”, he told you, a side smirk displayed on his lips. “If you had the patience, dear one, I’d gladly teach you.”

“I’ll leave that to you. You know I don’t belong to this Jedi stuff”, you remarked lazily.

Nonetheless, he taught you many ways to use Force in your favor, especially when anxiety strikes you.

He sighs, though. When watching you in such a serene scene, his own nerves come down. Anakin’s own thoughts drift apart in some sort of dissociation.

He has his own hurting to heal, and though he feels better, the Jedi wishes to…

“I know you are there”, you break the silence between you two. You stand and move to where he is. “Why didn’t you come to me, Ani?”

Anakin sweeps away his troubling thoughts to concentrate in you. As he goes to where you stand, you notice a strange stark between you two: where he dresses black, you opt for red with details in white.

Reading your thoughts, Anakin says:

“I was merely watching you, love. You seemed in peace. But now I see you are overthinking… what’s it, darling?” He strokes your face, all the whilst pulling you closer. “My wild little thing.”

“You are the only one who sees that way”, you whisper, resting your forehead against his. “But I worry over you. Why are you dressing dark robes, sweet love?”

“They are practical, is all”, Anakin tries to move away from the topic. “I always saw you who you truly are and never shied away from you.”

You raise your eyes and Anakin, when contemplating them, is instantly drowned in you.

“I am taking you as who you really are.”

One moment of silence. Clouds start to tremble into one another. Wind howls louder now.

“There is evil in me”, he furrows his eyebrows, avoiding your eye contact as he speaks his thoughts out loud. “There is a winter coming that I have no strength to pull myself away from.”

To his dismay, you are comprehensive.

“You are not evil, Anakin Skywalker. You are misunderstood by others, but not by me.” You touch his face gently, bearing the sweet sensation his soul equals yours in a gentle harmony. “We are not simple creatures to be easily defined by others. We are more than that.”

“How can you say that after all the things I’ve done?”

You raise his face so his eyes meet yours.

“We live in days of war, my darling. But you are my peace. Allow me to be yours too.”

Anakin melts in a smile. Resting his forehead against yours one more time, his arms now hold you possessively.

“You are, Y/N. Maker knows you bring me such fortitude, joy and many other good things I am unworthy of…”

“Shush”, you quiet his darkness, softly so. “Let us not welcome any sort of agony here. I love you for who you are, not for what others want you to be, Anakin.”

When his eyes stare in yours, you see how easily they dance in between two irises: blue… and yellow. But you are not frightened. You remain there, locked in his arms.

“You have conviction”, so judges him.

“Yes”, you affirm. “You are my conviction.”

“I fucking love you, wife”.

And by saying that he kisses you. As you return the kiss, every rain falls over you, but no thunder finds way to break through the clouds that rumble in the skies.

***

• Epilogue

He watches you sleep peacefully, face buried in his chest. Anakin smiles at such sight as his hand plays with your curls.

“It’s you. It’s all for you, everything I do is for you”, he whispers.

As if you capture his words, your lips curl upon a smile. Anakin chuckles lightly, pressing a kiss on top of your forehead.

It rains outside, but it’s brighter on the inside. Sun isn’t setting on paradise, not anymore. And just after this contemplation, he holds you closer, decided to go back to sleep.

This is not a dream, but what’s the need to wake up from it?

[stvrlitsky]

Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333

[that1nerd-20]

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

even when ANAKIN SKYWALKER’s dick is flaccid n soft it’s still swinging between his legs. should be classified as a weapon. a battering ram. when it’s hard it’s heavy. you feel that heft in your palm when you’re jacking it off, makes your wrist sore. he learned to be proud of it through you, through your reactions, through your sheer worshipfulness of it. when he unbuckles his belt you get that excited feeling in your chest and your cunt, acting like you’re about to get a big fat reward—and in a way you are. that big fat reward batters your insides, would bruise them if it could, and he likes how you lose yourself on it. you’re getting fucked by a rod and you’re losing yourself. you should be sobbing, you should be begging for a break, you should be telling him you’re too tight- too tight but no, you’re fucking back on it like you want it. you’re bouncing on it like you were made for it. you’re gripping on his clothes like your life depends on it while you’re letting him fuck you into the mattress with that lethal weapon. you’re swallowing every last drop of his load; you’re letting cum spray in your eyes and rubbing it in; you’re sniffing your nose up and down that pussy juice, spit, n precum mixture on his shaft and he’s watching you do it. fuck self respect, you’d do anything for him. you’re afraid of what you’ll do for him. all because of that insane dick game.

[weixuldo]

Baby Fever

Anakin x f!reader

This is based off of number 2 of this list :)- I havent really delved into kink writing s sorry if this isnt the best haha- think of the reader as a padme- type figure

After seeing you interact with a lost child- Anakin thinks it’s time you had your own baby to look after…

warnings: P in V, smex, ani has a mean breeding kink, multiple orgasms, mentiond of pregnancy

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Floods of invigorating politicians and citizens exited the large Coruscant city center after a successful senate meeting. You had just finished pitching a plan that would excel the economy while also protecting labor’s rights. 

You smiled as you stood from your podium once the majority of the crowds had exited- the whole public eye thing was a bit new to you. 

For the longest time you worked behind the scenes helping other politicians with similar goals; it wasn’t until a few months ago that you, yourself, were appointed as your district’s senator. 

You fixed your dress as you exited your booth and headed for the dimly lit corridors of the massive building. Most of the clamor had moved outside into the city square so the halls were mostly empty. 

As you turned the corner a small smile found its way onto your face once you saw a familiar figure leaning against a marble pillar. Unmistakable robes and lightsaber clipped to the man’s belt. 

“I wasn’t aware Jedi had any interest in politics” you said with a smirk as the man snaked a gloved arm around you before you could pass. 

He pressed his face into your hair as he hugged you tighter to his chest, “We don’t, but you know all of my interest belongs to you”. 

You sighed as he pressed a passionate kiss to the column of your neck. 

“Ani- not here” you almost whimpered. 

He quickly twirled you around to face him before holding your face in his hands, “why not?” he asked with a charming smirk- “we should let them all know”. 

He glanced out the large windows down at the crowds of excited civilians- from up here they looked no larger than ants running for a sugar jar. 

“They all love you, so why can’t I?” Anakin asked with a pout. 

You sweetly smiled before placing a tender kiss to his pretty lips, “you can, and you do- you know the ramifications Anakin, you know we ca-“. 

Anakin cut you off with another deep kiss before releasing you and playfully slapping your ass. 

“Yeah yeah, I know” he huffed, “but they don’t know that”. 

You rolled your eyes at your lover’s childish desires before leading him out of the building. 

To avoid the spotlight and attention of the crowds, you dawned a hooded cloak before exiting the center.

Anakin followed closely behind; a hand already on his saber just in case. Thankfully being in public with Anakin seemed normal to some degree because you had become such a public figure- Jedi were often tasked with protecting political officials.

So Anakin looked no different than a routine bodyguard. 

The crowds were easier to navigate now that you had some practice under your belt. You had almost made it to your reserved speeder when you felt a small tug on the hem of your long dress. 

You smiled once you realized the tugging was coming from a small child, probably no older than four. 

She looked up at you with wonder as she mustered up the courage to speak to you. 

“Senator?” She finally asked. 

You nodded with a smile before turning to her. A wide grin settled onto her small face as she looked you up and down. 

“Pretty” she giggled. 

Anakin stood a few feet behind you, trying to see what was going on over the people standing in the way- he became anxious when you dipped from view.

The Jedi quickly weaved through the remaining people to see you crouched down speaking to a small child. His expression immediately softened as he watched you interact so sweetly with the girl; making exaggerated faces at the child’s comments, pointing out her cute accessories to make her giggle, picking her up to shield her from oncoming pedestrians-

Anakin never really thought about having kids- of course he wanted them someday; he wanted to create life with you and wanted to raise his children with a childhood he never got to have. But it never seemed like the right time.

The two of you had been careful when engaging in those activities to avoid an unexpected surprise when you still hadn’t quite figured out how to navigate your secret relationship. 

But each time Anakin fucked you he got closer and closer to giving up on the unspoken rule; he got closer and closer to cumming deep inside of you without any intention of pulling out. 

You knew Anakin was a passionate lover but you never considered that your sweet, respectful Jedi lover fantasized about locking you into a mating press while he fucked his children into your fertile womb. 

Anakin had no timeline of when he wanted them, but he knew you’d make a great mother no matter how long (or short) he waited.

Though seeing you interact in real time just made him want the fantasy to spring to reality. 

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“Hello sweetie, where are your parents?” You cooed at the small girl in your arms. 

She giggled and shrugged, making you frown. 

“Well that’s not good, they’re probably worried about you” you said, scanning the crowd for anyone who held any semblance to the tiny child in your arms. 

She, on the other hand, had no interest in finding her guardians- instead she was focused on the shiny tinsel that had been put into your hair prior to your speech. Innocently, she flipped your hood off and began to touch your face as she admired your beauty in childlike wonder. 

Before you could react, Anakin was by your side; he gently placed the cloak back over your head to protect you from interested onlookers. 

“Ani! You came out of nowhere” you giggled lightheartedly as he guided you off to the side of the still buzzing city square. 

“Who’s this?” He asked with a smile as the little girl in your arms hid her face in your shoulder. 

“It’s ok baby, he’s a Jedi- he’s very strong and he’s here to protect us” you whispered to the little girl in your arms. 

“Jedi?” her green eyes brightened as she became excited at the title. 

She continued asking you questions but all Anakin could focus on was how beautiful you looked interacting with such a young child. How natural you looked. 

Is this how you would interact with your own children? With his children?

He couldn't help but adjust his pants as he felt them becoming increasingly tighter. 

Soon the overexcited child had fallen asleep in your comforting arms; shortly, you began cautiously walking around in hopes to find her parents. The jedi beside you watched as you subconsciously brushed the girl's hair and gently bounced her on your hip. 

Before long you finally stumbled across two very worried adults calling for who you could only assume was fast asleep in your arms. 

“Oh Maker! There she is!” the woman gasped as she reached for her baby. 

The Man she was with breathed out a sigh of relief and quickly joined her as you handed her the sleeping child. 

“Thank you so mu- Senator!” the man’s eyes widened once he realized who it was. 

“We are so sorry to have troubled you- please forgive us for our carelessness” the woman bowed. 

“No, no! It was no trouble at all- you have a beautiful daughter” you smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair away from the girl’s face. 

“Thank you, thank you so much. We loved your speech- you are just what this city needs” the mother offered before turning to her husband. 

You bowed and met the silent figure watching from the sidelines; “Sorry Ani, we can go now”. 

Anakin just nodded silently and trailed you with an uncharacteristically dazed aura. 

Once you were in your speeder, Anakin hopped in the driver’s seat and jetted off towards your apartment; his strong jaw clenched as he imagined you full with a child.

He flinched as you placed a tender hand on his tensed thigh, “Ani- are you alright?”.

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A cacophony of moans and groans ricocheted off of the walls of your penthouse bedroom as your lover continuously plunged his cock in and out of your abused hole. He had been at it for two hours already and had already cum once (while you came thrice). 

Once you entered your private apartment, all of his carefully crafted will-power snapped and he went feral; the natural urge to breed you, hit him like a bus.

He was all over you; your lips, neck, breasts, cunt- you were his and he was going to make damn sure it stayed that way. 

“A-Ani! S-slow down!” you cried as he jetted his thick cock in and out of you. 

“S-Sorry baby, C-can’t- I gotta- gotta fill you up” he winced as he fucked you through his own overstimulation. 

His heavy balls slapped against your ass and a ring of foam from your combined juices formed at the base of his cock. 

He already came inside of you once, what more could he want?

“Baby- t’s too much! You're-spilling all over”.

“N-no, not enough- gotta fuck a baby into you” he grunted against your bruised neck. 

His confession had your eyes snapping open, “What?!”. 

“Looked too damn good with that baby on your hip- I-I wanna see you with my child on your hip in-instead” he babbled as he pulled you flush against his chest and rutted his desperate hips into yours. 

So that's what this was all about. 

Admittedly you didn’t mind his desires, deep down you wanted the same thing… you wanted him to reach so deep that he fucked one into you on the spot. 

“Oh Fuck Ani- I wan- I want your kids” you admitted ad you raked your long nails down his toned back. 

“Shit babe- squeezing me so tight” he whined as he gripped onto your hips with a caging grasp (surely you would be bruised tomorrow). 

He slammed his hips flush against yours with intense force as he felt the coil in his stomach begin to snap- this was it, this was the orgasm that was going to give you a child. 

He just knew it. 

“Ahh c-cumming! Gonna give y-you a child- Shit! i-i ‘m going to fuck my baby into you” he babbled as he felt his hot, thick, warm seed shoot out of his oversensitive tip into your gushing cunt as your own orgasm washed over your like a crest-fallen wave. 

“Ani!” you cried as your legs began to shake from the overpowering climax mixed with your exhaustion. 

You clawed onto him so hard that you swore you drew blood. Anakin, on the other hand, dove down and captured you into a tight embrace; his mechanical hand making you gasp at the sudden coolness. 

His body shook with pleasure and overstimulation as he struggled to rut his hips into you to push the last bit of spend further into you with shaky breaths. 

Once you came down from your high, you were so tired that you couldn’t even bother to ask Anakin to clean you up; you half expected him to fall asleep inside of you based on how tired he also looked. 

“Gonna make you a mommy- you’ll look s-so good- so round with our child” Anakin mumbled into your neck before slowly turning over so that you were on top of him (his dick still inside). 

You hummed in contempt before drifting to sleep as he gently brushed your hair with hsi flesh hand. 

“The two of you should get some sleep now- I love you” Anakin whispered before drifting right after you. 

You would have giggled at Anakin’s addition of “two” when speaking to you and your hypothetical baby, but as usual your lover was right. 

The famed “Jedi perception” was affirmed 9 months later when you cradled not one, but two small bundles of joy. You sat on your couch as you fed your children and Anakin couldn't help but smirk at the scene before him, this is just what he wanted… he couldn’t wait till you could have another one. 

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(a/n: ngl im not crazy big on kids but breeding is hot 🤭🤭 hope this lived up to the idea on the list :0)

[samonroegf]

anakin’s reaction to tummy bulge. smut, f!reader, size kink. short little blurb.

requested by anon! ᝰ masterlist

anakin’s large hands pulled your ass against him, deepening his length in you. his cock hitting that spongy part that makes your eyes roll back in your head. your cunt sucking him in and squeezing the life out of him.

“fuck, princess, always take me so good.” he's drunk on you, on the felling of filling you up, and stretching you out. your cunt hugs him like it was made to take his cock. you could only whine, too dumb from how he fucked you.

his hand sweetly wrapped around your stomach, to help you arch some more. when he digits glaze over the slight bulge in your tummy from his cock.

“oh baby,” he sighs almost dreamily. grabbing one of your hands and guiding it to the imprint of his length in you. you're whining again, his name this time. your hole tightens around him, making him groan in your ear. the sound is almost heavenly.

“you feel that, doll? feel my cock inside you, so small I'm basically splitting you in half.” those words have you cumming on his cock, your juices pooling down at anakin’s trimmed hair.

he ruts into like an animal with no bounds, you can feel his seed shoot into you and the feeling has you grinding back into him.

“never enough for you, huh? dirty little thing.”

[malusmagpie]

Unbreakable Bonds

Pairing: Master!AnakinxPadawan!Reader

Summary: A master is supposed to care deeply for his Padawan… Right?

Word count: 3.8K

A/N: IMPORTANT: Anakin is 26 in this one. You’re 21. Okay? Okay. First. Sorry for disappearing! I’m fine and thank you so much for all the kind words in my inbox they meant the world to me. I just got uninspired for writing and burnt out from work. Second. I genuinely thought this was way longer than it is. Uhhhhh it’s a two parter. Maybe a three. No promises. Can y’all tell this is my fav trope? But i missed u guys 🫶🏼 lazy ending warning i didn’t wanna keep going i wanted to split it in two.

The sounds of the 501st yelling around you was not what you expected to wake up to. The men of the battalion had set up a camp for everybody on the remote planet you’d landed on in the Outer Rim the night before because the walk had been far too long to do in one stretch. You couldn’t even remember what the planet was called. You just knew your Master was assigned to a mission here and that meant you were assigned to it as well.

You shot out of your sleeping bag when you heard blaster shots above head. One flew through your tent, barely even a foot away from you. Your hand reached for your lightsaber on the ground and it flew into your grip as you ran through the flimsy tent door.

The bright suns of the desert planet blinded you for a moment and you adjusted your eyes before whipping your head toward all the commotion.

“They’re flanking left!” You heard Fives yell. You ran over to where you saw Anakin using a rock as cover.

“Master, why didn’t you wake me?” You yelled over the sounds of blaster fire and explosions with wide eyes. He smiled at you, a smile that didn’t aid your panic.

“Well good morning, Princess. Sleep well?” He always had time for jokes, even in an ambush. You groaned and ducked further down when you felt a blaster shot coming directly at you. “If you didn’t already notice. We’ve been ambushed, but I have a plan.” He finished and you stared at him with a blank expression.

“What would that be, Master?” You said wearily, you were preparing yourself to hear what could be considered by most to be an insane string of words in response to your question. To you though, it would be a normal Anakin thing to say. The 501st was doing a fantastic job at keeping them at bay for the short duration of your conversation but instead of responding, Anakin simply smiled before running right at the blaster shots, blocking them as if the ambush meant nothing to him.

The five year difference in your ages didn’t seem to matter. You tended to act and feel like the older one most days. It was a shame when your previous Master died, you cried in your room for days when the news arrived and you still flinched when you heard his name, it gave the council pretty much no choice but to put you under Anakin’s charge until you finished your training and completed your trials.

Regardless of who was more mature, you followed him blindly. The knowledge that you could trust him not to get you killed at the very minimum was reason enough to stay right on his heel. He was running toward a tank that was firing explosives at your camp. You tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself when he climbed up on top of it, dodging whatever came his way in the process. You followed him, doing the best you could with what you had been taught.

You stood with him on top of the tank and he used his lightsaber to cut the locked door open. It dropped to the floor of the small space inside the tank, crushing a battle droid in the process. Anakin jumped down to the bottom and you opted for climbing down the ladder, following him closely. He took the second battle droids head off with one swing of his lightsaber and took the piloting chair when the droid fell to the ground. You stood watch behind him, in case anybody came in behind the two of you.

With an aggressive turn to the handles that controlled the top half of the machine, Anakin turned the tanks artillery around causing your body to jostle around. You caught your footing and within moments, most of the battle droids around you became victim to the explosives flying out of the tank.

You heard something above head and your eyes caught sight of a droid holding a blaster toward you. You expected the thing to climb down before it blasted but when it shot at you from its vantage point you stumbled back with a stagger. Using a relatively easy Force ability, you pushed it off the tank and it landed on the ground. The tank moved as if it had gone over a bump and you safely assumed that you had done your job at getting rid of the droid.

“What was that?” He called over his shoulder and you looked down at your arm where your previously dry robe now had a small, blood-soaked patch.

“Nothing. I took care of it.” You replied with no hesitation. You heard the commotion eventually come to an end and Anakin let the 501st finish off the few remaining droids before getting up out of his seat.

“Thanks for trusting me, Y/N.” He said as he walked by you in the dimly lit space. You placed your lightsaber on your hip and followed him as he climbed up and out of the tank. You winced every time you pulled yourself up the ladder with your injured arm but you still got to the top fairly quickly. Anakin hopped down to the ground and held his hand out to help you. His eyes trailed to your stained robe as you reached your own hand to meet his.

Anakin pulled you down with both haste and caution. His eyebrows furrowed as he examined your wound as best as he could and you stared at him with an expression that screamed silent apologies.

“I’m sorry. I misread the situation and it shot me-“ You started and he didn’t let you finish.

“Next time I check in on you. Tell me the truth.” He spoke sternly as he guided you back to what was left of the camp. You closed your eyes for a moment, beating yourself up for not speaking up.

“I didn’t want to distract you.” You spoke softly and he scoffed.

“You know what’s worse than distracting me? Letting me turn around to see you bled out on the ground.” He stopped walking and his hand still held a firm grip on your uninjured bicep. Your eyes watched your shoes, feeling Anakin’s gaze bore into you.

“Never lie to me again. Mistakes happen, don’t let them fester.” Anakin’s voice was softer now. He let go of your arm and he continued walking before you could apologize again.

Your head hung low as you approached the men who fought valiantly for your Master; not because you were embarrassed, but because you couldn’t keep your head up. You felt your body begin to lose stability and you looked at your arm again, the patch had become almost the entire lower half of your arm and you were beginning to feel the pain. The adrenaline wouldn’t bring you much further and you knew it.

You opened your mouth to speak but you began to see small black dots in your vision. Your head spun slowly and your eyes fell shut. You had very little control over where you dropped, but you felt the impact right before you blacked out and you knew it was going to leave a bruise or two.

You woke up to see the interior of Anakin’s star fighter. You blinked slowly, wincing in pain. You looked down at your arm, it was dressed professionally and your sleeve had been cut off, likely to access the wound without undressing you.

“Keep still. You’re still healing.” A voice rang through the room and you turned your head to find the source. You winced when the movement caused your wound to burn. You heard Anakin sigh and stand up. He stood over you, eyebrows knitted in concern with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What part of ‘tell me if you’re not okay’ do you not understand?” He said sternly. You watched his eyes analyze your dressings from afar and you let out a sigh of your own, your voice sounded cracked and dry.

“I’m sorry-“ You started. Anakin held a hand up, signalling for you to stop speaking. His head angled itself away from you and he took a deep breath with his eyes shut. The way he always did when he had to calm down.

“I care about you.” He said after a moment of silence as he let his hand drop to his side, his voice sounded softer again. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died under my charge. Do you understand?” He gazed at you, looking for a sign that you did in fact, understand. You nodded.

“Good.” He pulled his chair over by the small cot you were laying on and sat down. “How’s it feeling?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

You looked at the wound with a shrug. “Could have been worse.” You seethed causing him to deepen the lines in his face, resting his hand on your arm.

“Just… Rest. That’s all you can do until we get to Coruscant.” He looked at you for a moment before getting up, presumably to fly the ship. You leaned back against the pillow and shut your eyes, letting sleep take over you. All you heard before sleep took over your body were the four words he let slip earlier. They echoed in your head as you lulled away.

“I care about you.”

You didn’t dream. At least you thought you didn’t. It was a shock to you when in your slumber, your mind filled with images of your own master smiling, laughing, and holding you. Soft words were whispered behind the backs of the council. His hand reaching for yours to squeeze it because he knew you were nervous. Kisses placed on foreheads and lingering touches were halted when you heard the 501st clanging around beyond your minds eye. In the cockpit on Anakin’s ship. Your eyes snapped open and you immediately closed them again, pretending to stay asleep and trying to grasp what the hell your brain was doing.

By the time the ship arrived on Coruscant, you’d rested and the bacta-bag wrapped around your arm seemed to have worked wonders on you. You opened your eyes to Anakin shaking you softly and the sound of his voice made a small part of you fill with an unexpected warmth.

“I’ll deal with the Council by myself, let me get you to your apartment first.” He said when you finally sat up. He rested a gentle hand on the back of your waist and you felt tingles over your entire back from the contact. The feeling shocked you, causing you to clear your throat to suppress a gasp. Anakin guided you off the bed and helped you off the bridge and onto the landing pad of your balcony.

“Are they angry?” You asked with a look toward him. He smiled, the kind of smile he held on his face when he had a joke in mind.

“They’re not allowed to feel angry remember?” He muttered humorously and you cracked a half smile. “Don’t worry about them.” He finished as he sat you down on your couch.

“Master, I really am sorry.” You spoke as he mindlessly placed the throw blanket from the back of the couch over your legs. Anakin shook his head.

“Really, Y/N. I’m just glad you’re alive.” He said, settling down on the couch beside your legs. His forearms rested over his knees and he clasped his hands between them. You looked at him for longer than you thought appropriate. He looked tired and it took everything in you not to reach out and place your hand on his cheek.

He cared about you. He said it himself. Surely it was the same kind of care every Master had for their Padawan.

But it didn’t feel that way when he looked at you now.

You grappled with your thoughts, convincing yourself you were imagining things, that it was delusion. You almost didn’t hear him speak when he did.

“I almost lost you today.” Anakin said sternly. “I don’t have the time between all my meetings for a funeral, believe me.” He chuckled humourlessly.

“But you didn’t.” You shrugged and played with the frayed edge of the blanket over your legs. He shot you a look that made you smile and he followed with a chuckle. His hair pushed further into his face as he shook his down turned head.

A silence crept its way between the two of you and you watched his every move. You couldn’t explain the feeling that arose every time he smiled at you. It was like a switch had flipped and you desperately tried to figure out a way to flip it back while you watched him place his hands on his knees to push himself to his feet with a sigh. You gnawed at the skin inside your cheek as you watched him.

When he finally looked at you again, your mouth opened to say something, but it shut just as fast. You couldn’t trust your own words right now. Not with the way you were feeling. His lips thinned as he glanced at your arm again and he cleared his throat.

“Rest. I’m leaving you with C3-PO. He’ll help you get back on your feet so we can get back to our job.” He said, not bothering to look at you. You tried to ignore the pang of disappointment you felt at that. You gave him a nod as he retreated to his ship, leaving you with nothing more than a small nod in return.

You worked your jaw as he ascended and sped off. With a swift movement you pushed the blanket off your legs and stood. You felt fine, sure maybe a little bit weak from the blood loss but him calling in a babysitter for you felt unnecessary. You channeled your confusing emotions into annoyance at his childlike treatment of you. Because that seemed healthy.

As you paced your living room you swung your arm around gently to test how mobile you were. It seemed alright, nothing to pause missions or call reinforcements in for. You planned to give him a mouthful when he came back, you practiced your speech out loud as you walked around your apartment.

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Anakin left yet another long winded meeting with a sigh, closing the door behind him as he left the council chambers. The meetings were a lot more tedious when he didn’t have Y/N with him. She tended to soften the blows, her charm and kindness carried them through plenty of scoldings and lectures from the council. He ran a hand through his hair as he stalked the busy hallways of the Temple.

All he could think of was how dumb he’d been. How blind he was to her struggle. If he’d just taken one second longer to check on her, she wouldn’t have that nasty bruise on the side of her face from the fall. Maybe if he’d kept a better eye on her she wouldn’t have gotten hit with the blaster at all.

Not only did he have to deal with the guilt of letting her get hurt, it was only a matter of time before he finally faced the reality of his feelings toward her. He knew it was coming, he couldn’t hold it back much longer. It already pained him immensely to hide it before she got hurt. Now, the very real fact was, he could misstep once and lose her forever. That dwelled on him and he wouldn’t let anymore time go on without telling her he cared for her in a way a Master shouldn’t care for their Padawan.

He sighed again, turning a corner and making for his speeder that was parked in the corner of the hangar. He’d give her a choice, of course. He’d tell her it was fine if she wanted to ask the council to place her with somebody else. He’d even go as far as push for her trials to be done quicker if it meant she could leave his charge if this all made her uncomfortable. He had every aspect planned but he needed to do it. If not now it would eat him alive forever, possibly until it was too late. He shook the thought from his head as he sped back to her house.

He arrived, later than he wanted, but with flowers and her favourite fruit. It showed he paid attention, at least in his mind. As if any of that would matter if she rejected him.

None of this was right, nor okay. He knew this all too well. He knew exactly what he was doing here and he’d weighed out all the pros and all the cons. Pros, he might have her. Cons, the Code. The damned Code.

He ruffled his hair nervously before taking one final deep breath and exiting his speeder. He caught sight of her pacing around and his eyebrows furrowed. 3PO intersected his path.

“Master Anakin, I fear Miss Y/N has lost it.” He said nervously. Anakin quirked a brow, smirking at the girl pacing her apartment and mouthing things.

“I’ll be the judge of that, thanks 3PO. Stay here.” He muttered as he pushed past the droids and left them on the balcony.

With a swift hand motion, Anakin opened her balcony door and placed her gifts on the table next to him. It wasn’t long before Y/N turned to face him during her paces.

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“You. What have I done to lead you to believe that I would need not one, but two damned babysitters when I’m realistically only mildly hurt- What’s that?” You stopped in your tracks as you pointed to the flowers on the table. Your eyes landed back on Anakin where he leaned his shoulder against the door frame with his arms crossed.

He gave you a smile and you couldn’t seem to remember where you were in your speech. In fact, you couldn’t remember the speech at all.

“A gift. For you. I guess it’s more of an apology now though, isn’t it? Since you’re upset at me.” He shrugged, looking down at the bouquet and back at you.

“I’m not upset.” You shrugged, crossing your own arms as you took a few steps toward him. Your eyes fixated on him, you didn’t even care about the gift.

“Is that so? I could have sworn..” He trailed and you shook your head.

“Not upset. Glad you’re here.” You muttered and he chuckled as you approached him to snatch up the flowers and fruit to place them their respective places in a home.

“Right.” He nodded, that crooked smile never leaving his face. You didn’t even have to look at him to know what he looked like right now. You muttered something in agreement as you filled a vase with water and began cutting the stems. After a few moments of letting you arrange the flowers, Anakin rounded the counter to stand beside you and cleared his throat. Your breath caught as you looked up at him.

“You feel it too don’t you?” He asked quietly, leaning against the edge of your counter as your hands worked away at the flowers. His words gave you pause, and you placed the flowers neatly in the vase before sliding it to the middle of the counter.

“Feel what?” You questioned, barely looking away from your finishing touches on the arranged bouquet before you grabbed a cutting board for the fruit. His hand rested over yours where you held the board, causing you to look at him again. You studied his features and somehow you knew. You knew exactly what he was talking about, what he was eluding to. Your heart raced as you watched his eyes scan your face, looking at every inch of you to gauge your emotions.

“Don’t make me say it, Y/N. Just tell me if you want it as badly as I do..” His voice was barely above a whisper. Your eyes fell shut for a moment and you took a breath, trying to steady your thoughts. To see reason.

“Say it.” You replied without thinking.

Anakin sighed. “I care about you far more than what would be considered normal… Or.. Correct. In the eyes of the Jedi.” He said, his mouth formed a thin line as he gauged your response.

You stared at him, long and hard. You couldn’t help but feel like this was supposed to happen, that it was always going to happen, that nothing could have stopped it.

“I care about you too, Anakin. But-“

“Show me.” He breathed.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Show you what?” You asked, already knowing the answer. It was always like this. You were always one step ahead of each other. Which made this conversation feel all the more tedious.

“Show me how much you care. No buts. Use your feelings.” He said, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath shuddered again as you placed your hands on the counter next to him and pushed yourself up toward him. Your eyes watched his flutter shut and you followed suit before placing your lips against his.

You melted into him when his hands circled your waist, bringing you directly in front of himself and a small sigh left your lips between kisses. It felt perfect. It felt right. Fated, even. His warm hands sent shivers through you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer.

When you finally broke the kiss, he almost chased you before retreating and placing his forehead against yours. His heavy breaths matched your own and your eyes finally opened to see blue hues looking back at you.

“Well. Shit.” You whispered and he chuckled. “What now?” You asked.

“I don’t know.” He said quietly. “I know I’m screwed if you change your mind though.” He finished with a cocky smile.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

STALKER!NERD!ANAKIN HEADCANONS

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort. Death, murderer, swearing, weird behavior, psycho behavior

Author's note: got inspired by amazing @xzaddyzanakinx, check her sutff out, it's wayyy better!!!

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who at the beginning seemed like a normal cute nerd

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who would write down every small detail he learned about you in his special notebook

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who would get nervous whenever the math class was about to begin (just because you're in it too). He doesn't have a problem with math, hell, he loves this subject but not as much as he loves you. His eyes would time to time move towards to where you're sitting, his cheeks heating up as he tries to pretend he's actually paying attention to what teacher says

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin whose one of the main wishes was to finally catch your attention. To make you notice him; his love for you, his unconditional commitment, his deep interest in everything you do - from your voice to your every small part on your body. It was something he wished and prayed for, to finally catch your gaze longer than one mere second

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who began fantasizing about you late at night to make himself fall asleep sometimes

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who, when you once struggled with your laptop in class, Anakin, the tech whiz, offered to help you out. He found it as a perfect opportunity to finally have his first real interaction with you. Although nervousness creeped all over his body, stopping right at his cheeks to make them rosy. His hands were gentle as they glided over the keyboard, but you had no idea that while he was fixing your issue, he was also installing a program that gives him remote access to your laptop. He smiled at you after, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, and you thanked him—unaware that he had just gained access to every aspect of your life.

Later that night, as you were working, you noticed your laptop screen flickering for a moment. Although you brushed it off, not realizing Anakin is on the other end, watching you through your webcam. His breath catched in his throat as he watched you. The heat he couldn't just ingore rising inside him whenever he imagined what it would be like to have you by his side..every.single.day

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who's always in the library, studying furiously or working on some coding project. Yet one day, you left a book behind on accident, and of course, he’s the one who finds it. Instead of returning it to you, Anakin uses it as an excuse to hold onto something of yours—your scent lingering on the pages (at least he thinks it lingers, that it's still there), your small scribbled notes on the margins. And the way his heartbeat quickened whenever he held something you did just second ago - it was so thrilling

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who after the laptop 'help', brought himself the courage to talk to you. At first, he made sure to make it time to time and a small talks - about lessons you've just had, sometimes he tried to gossip (for the first time) about teachers he actually liked (but knew you hated) in jokey way to make you smile and agree at what he's saying - so he did baby steps that hopefully would let him get closer.

He was always obssesing over these talks, always came up to you with flushed cheeks, trying to ignore your sceptical-looking friends. Although he cursed himself after every interaction with you just because he stuttered a lot, and he wanted to make the best impression on you as possible (but who would have known that you finded it cute)

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who gave himself time (but with his often excitement it was hard) to gain your trust, to 'know' you even better than what he knew already (so you wouldn't be suspicious about him knowing certain stuff)

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was thrilled to help you with subjects you sucked at. Often staying just for you long hours in the library after lessons;

"Hi, Annie."

That soft, sugar-sweet voice pulled Anakin out of his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. He looked up, and there you were—his Aphrodite, his goddess—smiling at him, your eyes bright as you took a seat next to him, your math books gently landing on the library's wooden table.

Anakin froze for a moment, his mind swirling. How was it that you could always leave him feeling like this—flustered, vulnerable? His usual composure disappeared every time you came near. He was used to watching you from afar, secretly lingering in the shadows, but now as you were right next to him, close enough that he could smell your perfume, his mind went dizzy

He swallowed hard, trying to control the quickened beat of his heart. “Hi, y/n he said softly, forcing a gentle smile. “So, what do you need help with today?”

You sighed, flipping open your math book, brows furrowing in that adorable way you always did when you were concentrating. “sequences... I don’t get it.”

Anakin's heart lifted slightly at the request. This was his chance—his moment to shine before you. “Don’t worry, I'll help you"

"That’s so stupid," you muttered, grimacing at the another math problem in front of you. You've been doing this shit for what felt like hours and you could feel your brain slowly release more and more smoke

Anakin only chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “It’s not stupid. You’re just learning it. Trust me, math can save your life.”

The phrase almost made you vomit “That’s a bold statement.”

He grinned, watching your pencil scratch against the paper, marveling at how even something so mundane looked graceful in your hands. “Bold but true,” he teased. “If you were stranded on a deserted island without a signal, you'd need math to find your way back home.” he folded his hands between his legs, offering you this small smile

you huffed “I’d need a map, not math.”

“And how do you think they make maps?” he shot back with a smug smirk on his face. He was nothing like this shy, stuttering guy you knew just time ago. It was more endearing, in a way “Math. Without it, you wouldn’t have a map in the first place.”

You bit your lip in thought, a small furrow appearing on your brows as you glanced back at the task in front of you. The way your lips pouted slightly as you tried to focus made Anakin’s heart skip a beat. “Math is a haunting beast,” you sighed, writing the example down. “It doesn’t help you; it ruins you.”

Anakin chuckled again, shaking his head. “That’s just a matter of perspective.” His voice softened, dropping a little lower “You just haven’t seen it the right way. I can change that, you know.”

“Can you?” your tone teasing but laced with curiosity.

“If you let me, absolutely.” His eyes sparkled while watching you, drinking in every detail of your face. He had never been this close to you ever before. And oh God, he loved it so much. He could smell the faint scent of your vanilla perfumes, every inch of your skin seemed so touchable..so soft..so-- “But you’ve got to take it seriously. Otherwise, how can I help you?”

“I am taking it seriously, Anakin. You know I’m thankful for all the time and effort you put into this.”

The word time echoed in Anakin’s mind, sending a rush of emotion through him. Time—that precious thing he spent obsessing over you, watching your every move, memorizing every little detail about you.. If only you knew how deep his admiration went, how he lived for these moments alone with you..maybe you would understand that you deserve better than some jerk you've been dating. That you deserved someone who would want to know you, who would fall to his knees and beg to know you..who would do it all just for a small glimpse of your face in the sunglight

“Don’t mention it,” he murmured, his smirk returning. “I’m always happy to help you, y/n.”

He kept the conversation light and playful, teasing you just enough to make you smile, to keep your attention on him. Just as he always dreamed. He wanted this moment to last forever—to bask in your presence, in the warmth of your voice, in the sweetness of your laughter. He wanted you to feel how much he cared, even if he couldn’t tell you the whole truth yet

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who hated your boyfriend;

“Y/n!” Jack’s sharp voice sliced through Anakin’s thoughts like a knife. “Pack your things, we’re leaving. Now.” The coldness in Jack’s tone made Anakin’s blood boil. How could anyone speak to you like that? Anakin would never dream of using such a harsh tone with you. Never.

“But I’m doing math ri—"

“Don’t care,” Jack snapped, cutting you off. “Pack your damn things. We’re leaving.”

The cruelty in Jack’s voice made Anakin seethe. The way he talked to you—like you were nothing—made his hands curl into fists under the table. Red-hot anger coursed through him, almost blinding him. Jack had no right. No right to speak to youlike that, to treat you like you were disposable. His heart pounded in his chest, the familiar obsessive urge to protect you, to be the one who cherished you, rising uncontrollably. He couldn’t stand the thought of you being hurt or disrespected by anyone, least of all by someone like Jack.

Jack caught Anakin’s stare, eyes narrowing with disdain. “What are you looking at, nerd?” His voice was full of arrogance and venom

Anakin’s eyes flashed with rage as he turned to meet Jack’s gaze, nails digging into his skin. He wanted to punch that smug look right off his face. Oh, how satisfying it would be to watch him fall. But Jack was taller, broader, physically stronger..yet..biology confirmed that people under different emotions are able to do impossible..so could it possibly mean..

“Jack, calm down,” you interjected softly, your voice shaking just a little as you tried to smooth things over without another cut skin and running blood. “Anakin was just helping me with math.”

Yet, Jack barely glanced at you, keeping his gaze locked on Anakin's face. Both of them looked as if they were about to throw their fists on themselves. Yet, Anakin wasn't the type of guy to hurt someone..right? “Whatever. If you’re not outside in five minutes, I’m leaving without you.”

Anakin’s blood ran cold as Jack stormed out of the library. The familiar feeling of being a failure, of possibly dissapointing you because he haven't done anything, didn't stand up and react at your boyfriend's behaviour corrupted his mind. What had he just done? He was supposted to protect you, and yet, here he was sitting like a failure. This tense, uncomfortable silence did not help him. Especially when your face flushed with embarrassment, your once-bright smile long gone. What had he just done? You looked down, fiddling nervously with your pencil before turning to Anakin.

“I’m so sorry about him,” you whispered “He’s just… having a bad day, I guess. Please don’t take it personally.”

Anakin wanted to scream. Bad day? That was your excuse? You were too kind, too forgiving. Jack didn’t deserve your apologies or your understanding. Anakin’s anger roared inside him like a beast, barely contained beneath his calm exterior. Jack wasn’t just having a bad day—he was a bully, plain and simple. And Anakin hated him for it. He wanted to protect you from this, from Jack’s cruel words and rough edges. Because you deserved to be treated like a queen, not like some accessory Jack could toss around whenever he felt like it.

So there was this question ringing in his ears again - what had he just done?

“It’s okay,” he replied softly, though his voice was tight with the effort it took to hold back his anger.

You offered him a nervous smile, the light that usually brightened your face now dimmed by Jack’s harshness. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t keep you any longer… but maybe we can catch up another time?”

Before Anakin could respond, you took his pen and started scribbling something in his notebook. Your soft hand moved gracefully over the page, your pretty handwriting was what captured his attention completely. He loved how even the smallest, most mundane actions were captivating when it came to you. Because for him, you could make something as simple as writing your name feel like magic.

When you finished, you handed the notebook back to him, a soft smile playing on your lips. “It’s my number,” you said, drawing a small smiley face beside it. “We can plan another time for tutoring.”

Your number. Your phone number. Anakin stared at the page in disbelief, his heart hammering in his chest. You had just given him a direct line to you. To you. His obsession surged, almost overwhelming him. He could barely keep his hands from trembling when he took in the sight on the paper. This was it—his way into your life.

“Sure. W-we can,” he said, trying to suppress the massive grin that threatened to take over his face. “Anytime.”

you smiled again, but it was smaller now, hesitant. Your eyes flickered toward the door, where Jack had disappeared moments earlier. “Thanks again, Anakin. I’m really sorry about Jack…i-I should get going before he leaves me stranded.”

Anakin watched you pack your things, his pulse quickening with each movement you made. God, you were so perfect, so sweet, even in the face of Jack’s cruelty. And you deserved better—better than Jack, better than anyone. He even knew he doeasn't deserve you, because for him, you were more than a human. His eyes each time saw you in angelic, heavenly way. As if God alone had sent you on earth to torment him for his sins, to make him suffer. You were so pure, and he so sinful.. so..dirty in all kind of sins. He didn't feel worthy enough to even be in your presence, yet he wanted it more than anything in the world

But if you'd give him only a chance, he'd be yours. Completely. Body and soul. Without exception

“I’ll see you later, Annie,” you mumbled softly, flashing him one last smile before heading towards the door.

The sound of his nickname on your lips made his whole body tingle. He barely registered you leaving, too caught up in the way you'd looked at him, the way you'd spoken to him. The way you had given him your number. It was like a dream come true. His obsession had reached a fever pitch—his heart ached for you - to have you, hold you, not let you go..

you were his, right?

at least had to be someday..

But then there was Jack. Jack, who, again, didn’t deserve you. Jack, who treated you like dirt, who took you for granted. Jack, who yelled at you , who made your smile disappear. Jack, who Anakin hated more than anyone in the world.

Anakin’s grip tightened around his notebook, his knuckles white with the pressure. He couldn’t let Jack get away with this. He couldn’t let Jack continue to be a part of your life. It was his place in your life he took, it was his destiny and fate to be someone more than just 'a nerd who helped you out'.

But again, he hadn't done anything to stop him from treating you like this. When he could, when he really had a chance to make a difference. He simply didn't

what had he just done?

Today was the day it had to change So he had decided. He would follow you, keep his distance, and watch - like he always does. He would make sure Jack never had the chance to hurt you ever again.

With his mind set, Anakin quickly packed his things, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Today Jack Scottland would meet God.

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who killed your boyfriend;

Anakin took a deep breath as he started his car, his hands trembling with barely controlled rage. Every thought, every emotion, was singular—focused on Jack. Jack had to go. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened, his breath coming out in shallow bursts. This was it. No turning back. Jack was the obstacle, the barrier between him and you. His mind wouldn’t let him rest until Jack was out of the picture—forever.

As he followed Jack’s car down the quiet road, he could feel his heartbeat quickening, pulsing in his ears. Jack, once more, didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you. Anakin’s blood boiled as he replayed Jack’s words in his head—the way he had spoken to you in the most controlling, cruel, disgusting way possible. He couldn’t stand it any longer. If he didn’t do something now, he’d explode.

When Jack pulled into an empty pullout far from your house, Anakin’s pulse raced from adrenaline. This was it. His moment. Now or never.

Anakin slowed his car and parked a few meters behind, eyes locked on Jack’s vehicle. His hands still shook as he opened the trunk, pulling out his baseball bat. The weight of it felt right, felt powerful. This wasn’t a game anymore—this was war. War that he promised himself to win, to never loose, because his thropy is more than anything he could have in his life. it was you Adrenaline pumping through his blood system, perfectly mixing with the uncontrollable rage he’d been bottling up for too long.

Jack was sitting in his car, lazily scrolling through his phone, completely unaware. Anakin’s stomach twisted in disgust. He didn’t care, didn’t even realize how much of a monster he was. The sight of Jack sitting there, nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just torn you apart with his words, made Anakin sick. He had to do this. He had to protect you.

Anakin approached, bat gripped tightly in his hand, tapping it lightly against the car window. The sharp sound snapped Jack’s attention.

“Get out,” Anakin hissed, his voice low and dangerous as if he was a completely diffrent person

Emotions, especially at a high intensity, impact our ability to make rational decisions - nature echoed amongst the pure hatred

“What?” Jack’s expression shifted from confusion to irritation as he slowly lowered the window.

“I said get the fuck out of the car.”

Jack sighed, clearly annoyed as he pushed open the car door, stepping out with a condescending sneer. “Listen, man, I don’t know what your prob—”

The moment Jack’s foot hit the ground, Anakin swung. The bat connected with a sickening crunch against Jack’s side, sending him sprawling to the ground with a grunt of pain. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he gasped for air, clutching his ribs. Yet, Anakin didn’t hesitate; he stepped closer, the fury burning brighter with each moment.

“You think you can treat her like that and just get away with it?” Anakin’s voice was harsh, gritted through clenched teeth as he stood over Jack, eyes wild with fury.

Jack groaned, rolling onto his back, blood dribbling from his lips."What the hell are you talking about?"

anakin's jaw clenched "pathetic excuse of a man"

Before Jack could add anything, Anakin brought the bat down hard, aiming for his head. Jack rolled out of the way just in time, the bat slamming into the dirt beside him. The impact sent a jolt through Anakin’s arms, but he didn’t stop. He swung again, but Jack was quicker this time, scrambling to his feet and grabbing hold of the bat, yanking it toward him.

For a brief moment, they struggled, locked in a vicious tug of war with the bat. Jack, stronger and bigger, managed to kick Anakin hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Anakin gasped, stumbling backward, but the rage inside him only intensified.

Jack seized the opportunity, landing a brutal punch to Anakin’s face, sending blood spraying from his nose. The taste of iron filled his mouth, but it didn’t matter. He barely felt the pain. All he could think about was Jack—the smug look on his face, the way he had spoken to you, belittled you.

Anakin roared, using the force of his rage to swing the bat hard against Jack’s face, smashing into his cheekbone with a sickening crack. Blood splattered across the side of the car as Jack crumpled to the ground, his face a mangled mess of blood and broken skin.

But Jack wasn’t done yet. He spat blood from his busted lips, managing a weak chuckle “So this is about her, huh? You’re fucking pathetic, man. You think beating me up will make her love you? You’re fucking psycho. She’ll hate you more than she ever hated me.”

Anakin’s vision blurred with anger, anger, nothing but anger, everything going red. He swung the bat again, this time aiming for Jack’s chest. Jack barely managed to roll out of the way, but not fast enough—Anakin’s bat clipped his shoulder with enough force to make the bones crack. Jack screamed, the sound piercing the night air, but Anakin didn’t care.

Jack lunged at Anakin, tackling him to the ground, fists flying. The two of them grappled in the dirt, blood mixing with sweat as they traded blows. Jack landed a solid punch to Anakin’s jaw, sending him reeling. Blood dripped from both their faces, coating their clothes in crimson colour.

"fucking--" another hit to anakin's face "psycho--" he panted, but before he could aim another hit, anakin grabbed his wrist, rolling them over

After mucch hits, anakin twisted his body, managing to grab the bat again, using it as leverage to slam Jack’s head to the ground. Blood slipped everywhere, yet it wasn't enough. With shaky legs, Anakin stood up and grabbed a handful of jack's hair only to smack his face into the side of his own car. The crack of Jack’s skull against the car's doors made Anakin feel an intense surge of power, almost a twisted satisfaction. Jack groaned, as if it was the only sound that could leave his already shattered face

yet it wasn't enough

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who, with great care, made sure to get rid off any tools of the crime - he was awfully smart for that. It was almost weird..how a man who was his parent's contentment, now just killed a guy for a girl he was obsessed about..

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who had a special folder for the videos from the camera on your laptop, special folder for your photos he was obsessing about even after such a long time, he still collected new things

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was nervous (but tried to hide it) when police found Jack's body.

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was for you when you grieved over the death of your toxic ex and months later, his wildest dreams came true - he was dating you. Was free to worship you, admire you.

He was addicted to you even more after the first date. Because this time, it was him who made you smile so much your cheeks hurt. It was him who made you laugh till your stomach hurt. It was the only type of pain he let himself give you

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who felt extremely free in your presence. All his fantasies, all his dreams came true. He almost felt like on a cloud nine - so perfect, so light, so happy (despite of what he had done);

“Gonna keep teasing me like this all the time?” he asked with a lazy grin, propped up on one elbow on the bed.

“I’m not teasing you,” you replied with playfulness “Just showing off my new dress.”

The dress, a deep shade of red, highlighted your curves and drew attention to your most elegant lines. It clung to your form in all the right places, making you look absolutely stunning.

His eyes wandered over you, taking in every detail. The way the dress accentuated your body left him breathless. You were beautiful in everything you wore, but this dress—this was something extraordinary. “So, you put this on just to make me feral? Because you’re definitely succeeding.” he chuckled, leaning up on his elbow.

“I just wanted to know if you like it,” your smirk deepening as you gracefully crawled onto his lap, like a cat curling up to its favorite spot.

“Oh, I definitely like it,” his voice filled with admiration and a hint of playfulness. “But it’s not just the color that’s catching my attention.” His eyes roamed over your curves with unabashed appreciation once more.

“Oh really?” you giggled, your laughter a sweet melody that seemed to enchant him further. Your smile was radiant, and the way you looked at him made his heart swell.

“Mhm,” he responded, his own smile widening as he pulled you closer. His eyes continued their admiring journey “You’re so, so gorgeous. Did you really think I wouldn’t like it?” his fingers gently grazing the hem of your dress.

“I hoped you’d drool all over it, to be honest” your smile playful and tender as you delicately removed his glasses and put them on yourself.

Anakin’s smile grew even wider. The sight of you wearing his glasses, combined with the way you sat on his lap, made him feel like the luckiest man alive. His joy was almost overwhelming. He could barely contain his excitement. “I’d drool over you in anything, you know that,” his voice filled with adoration and a hint of humor. His heart was soaring, knowing that this perfect moment, with you, was his reality. "Even in a potato sack"

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who had a deep need to observe you 24/7, at least in most of his free time. Because what if someone will hurt you? Or you'll hurt yourself and he'd not know, appear too late to help. So, he felt obligated to watch you

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who stole some of your panties when you weren't looking and kept them in his apartment, not daring himself to even think about putting them into a washing machine

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was horribly obsessed with leaving marks all over your body;

“You’re leaving me hickeys,” you whined, glancing at the mirror to see the fresh, juicy marks on your neck to collection

“Can’t help it,” he replied with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist to connect his lips with your (this time) exposed shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites. The hickeys were more than just marks—they were declarations of his love, signs that you were his and his alone. He wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him. And if people wouldn't see your marks, he wanted to make sure you would knew who you belong to. His lips moved to your ear, whispering the phrase that made you shiver “Though I’d say my favorite is still the one on your ass.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you flushed and headed back to the bed

He chuckled, settling beside you and immediately pulling you close. His arms wrapped around your frame and he nuzzled into your neck, planting more kisses, and adding to the huge collection of hickeys. “I think you should get it tattooed,” he suggested playfully, his lips brushing against your skin

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[anakinskywalkerog]

Does “my very soul” have any smut in it?

no—I have young followers and I’m practicing writing for a YA audience (I have a YA novel manuscript in the works LOL hopefully someday it sees the light of day) and also I’ve never written smut and I’m not sure if I’d be interested in writing that way? but feel free to imagine away haha hopefully there’ll be enough “implied” romance etc in My Very Soul for you to still enjoy it even though it’s written for a teen audience!!

[ohcaptains]

𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬.

 pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader 

synopsis. anakin finds loopholes in the jedi code.

warnings. 18+. this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy my shit, i’ll find out. cock warming, p in v penetration but no movement. whimper-y anakin, if you move i'll leave the jedi order type beat.  

an. just a little something i wrote for the kinktober i never did. I thought i'd post instead of letting it collect dust in my drafts. the prompt was cockwarming! hope i did anakin justice<3 pls comment & reblog.

You find him at the window.

Sitting, with his thighs open and chest bare, staring out into the abyss. The night glints at the beads of sweat sliding down his chest, and his fingers drum endlessly against his thighs.

He heard you wake up, so he’s expecting your company, and has leaned back against the chair – thin black gown falling open – ready for you to climb all over him.

It happens often.

It’s not uncommon to wake up without him.

Most nights, you startle out of your slumber – as if even asleep, you’d sensed a shift – and blink at the space on the mattress beside you.

Finding him was easy.

You pad through the living room and wordlessly reach him in his post-nightmare state. His hair is tousled, sculpted chest is slick with sweat -- there’s an energy vibrating off of him, and you can taste it in the air.

Stepping behind him, you gently run the tips of your fingers over his shoulders, and the whirlpool in Anakin’s belly settles for a second. When you move into frame, it’s gone completely, replaced by a warm heat that has roots. He breathes a smile.

“Like clockwork.”

You give him a sheepish grin in return and fiddle with the fabric of your small nightgown. There’s a moment where Anakin gets to look at you – all sleepy and cuddly – and he’s ready to escape with you off of this forsaken planet.

His will holds strong.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” he asks, raising a scarred brow, and despite your groggy state, you still manage to roll your eyes. Stepping closer, you use his broad shoulders as anchors to slip onto his lap.

“Don’t make that face,” Anakin hushes, and while you settle back onto his thighs, his metal hand comes up. He traces the line of your jaw, “You know I let you do what you want.”

His spare hand steadies your hips, and it’s still warm from his lightsaber. Calloused fingers run over your skin, reminding you of the fight that’s leaving scars – the war that’s brewing, both inside and outside of his mind.

In moments like this, though, there’s a subtle calm.

An impenetrable force that hums over the pair of you.

You lean into his palm and whisper, “Not everything.”

There’s a haunted edge to your gaze, and your words are loaded. Anakin knows what you mean, knows all the intricacies of your subtle dig, and yet, he still manages to smile.

Well, smirk.

“What do you want? Just say the word.”

You wouldn’t, and Anakin knows that. He’s caught your bluff, and you manage a bashful smile before gently leaning forward, dragging your hips against his lap.  

Anakin’s cloth-covered thigh nestles against the thin fabric of your underwear. Your smile falters, lips parting. You push your forehead against his, and whisper, “If I say the words, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I know,” he breathes, “I know.”

I want more.

A life together, not stolen moments when the sun is down.

An attachment. A bond.

But it’s forbidden.

It’s why it can’t go any further than this.

“What’d you dream about?” you wonder. Anakin pulls his eyes away from you, instead looking to where his thigh sits. The silence is your answer.

“I’ll still ask, even if you never tell.”

He takes hold of your bare thighs, rubbing his hands up and down, and you hum his name, reaching out to push his hair behind his ears.

“Pretty boy.”

“Stop it,” he huffs, cheeks reddening.

But how can you? When he’s all sharp lines and long hair. You run your hands up the bare panes of his muscular chest, feeling the deft of his muscles, and the dampness on his skin.

The air changes – hums electric – and it buzzes as you push his gown off his shoulders.

Carefully, you lean forward and place a chaste kiss against his collarbone.

“That’s better.”

Anakin hums a laugh. His hands snake around to your lower back, dig into the fat of your ass, and using the grip there, he gently rocks you forward once, forcing your clothed cunt to drag against his muscular thigh.

You whimper. It’s quiet, but Anakin can hear it, even if it’s muffled by his shoulder.

“’ S’what you came out here for, huh?” he whispers. The electric flooding through the walls hums, but the room is still eerily silent. Anakin’s voice is a roar.

You lick your lips and drag your face up to see him. “No,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss against his top lip, “I like being with you, even if we don’t do this.”

Anakin has to close his eyes. Words like those are fuel to the fire brimming in his chest, and it doesn’t help that you wrap your arms around his neck and fiddle with the tail end of his hair.

Arching your back, you slowly roll backwards, then forward, teasing the bulge between his legs.

Releasing a shaky breath, you repeat the motion, again, and again, near humping his leg.  

A familiar ache begins to swell, coiling between your thighs and up into your belly. It makes you clench around nothing, and you mewl quietly, wishing for more – always wishing for more.

Still, you continue, slick pooling into your underwear and against his thigh.

Anakin can’t look at you. If he sees your face, his resolve will falter.

His nerves are shot. If he couldn’t feel how wet you are, he could smell it, and it makes a groan bristle behind his teeth.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck and busies himself with kissing at the soft shell of your throat, careful not to leave marks.

Once, you left a mouth-shaped mark against his stomach, and he looked at it every day for a week.

Caught himself with his top up in the mirror looking at the reflection, eyeing the way the mark sat on the firm lines of muscle, fading away with time.

A dark part of him wanted the mark on the slope of his neck.

“Wanna be inside of you.”

His admission rests heavily against your throat, and you’re thankful that he can’t see the way you clench your eyes closed.

Though, he does feel you tighten your grip on the back of his head. Feels you shift up against his thigh, and the warmth pooling in your underwear burns against him.  

He can sense you’re hesitant.

“’ can be like last time. Just – Just --” he stutters, licking his lips and struggling to release the words from the back of his throat. Finally, he manages. “--Sit on it.”

“Anakin.”

He pulls away from your neck and looks up at you.

“We can use it as an exercise.”

A laugh bursts from your throat, “To test your will?”

He smiles, and because you have to, you push your cunt against his crotch, uttering, “Want me to make It difficult for you?” and white flashes through Anakin’s eyes.

He grabs your hips to steady you, tensely pushing his fingers into your skin.

“Hardest challenge I’ll ever encounter.”

“You eager to impress?”

He kisses your jaw, “Don’t I always?”

“Mm,” you hum, cradling his chin. You shift back so he can pull his trousers down, and when you take his cock in your hand, he melts. His commanding aura switches for a moment, and you watch Anakin still his breathing.

You push your underwear to the side, and as you lift yourself to sink onto him, Anakin breathes, “Just the tip – just a little bit, j-just—” and he chokes on his words, gasping as you brush the leaking head of his cock through your folds.

You halt. Whimper. Have to grip his shoulder to steady yourself, or you’ll push him inside of you all at once and hurt yourself.

You inhale steadily.

“Have to – have to go slow,” you spurt, trying to calm your tremors.  

“It’s been a while since…”

You don’t have to finish your sentence. Anakin knows, and he feels a mix of pride and guilt. Only me, he thinks, and then, like a flash, only me, he swallows. And I can’t give her everything.

This. This is as far as it’ll go. He knows he’s pushing it. Knows that he’s come up with some convoluted rule to both have his cake and eat it too.

If he fucks you the way he wants to, he’ll fall in love with you. As if it hasn’t happened already.

Anakin has made lying to himself a speciality.

You push against him once more, and the tip of his cock nudges between your folds, forcing an ache to shoot through your clit and make you dizzy. You stop. Pause and curse yourself.

A slow burn builds in your thighs, and you clench down to try and mediate the burn. Anakin grunts.

“Maker,” he utters. “Sorry—” you splutter, sucking in a tight breath.

Anakin wraps his metal arm around the back of your hips, hoping to steady you. “Lemme,” he mumbles, and gently, he flexes his hips up, slowly feeding his cock into your soaked pussy.  

Your lower abdomen immediately burns.  

He’s being calm about it – using all his training – but there’s nothing calm about the words trickling out of his mouth.

“Oh stars,” he groans, voice wrecked, “You gonna take all of me, sweet girl? Gonna let me fill you up?”

When you finally sink to the hilt, your resolve snaps. The pair of you moan out in unison, loud and high-pitched.

Anakin buries his face in your chest, and the heat of his mouth against your breasts adds to the tension coiling in your belly.

“Don’t – don’t move,” he grunts, and you shake your head, “I won’t – I’ll come on your cock if I do,” and you don’t mean to say it like that, don’t mean for the words to come out like that, but you feel Anakin pulse from inside of you, warm and hard and wet.

He manages to laugh.

“Tryna kill me,” he shakily breathes, shaking his head. His wet lips brush against your breasts, and you want more – want all that he can give you – so you clutch the back of his head, pulling him closer, hoping he gets the message.

His wet kisses make your skin prickle.

You’re full up. Can feel him stretching you out, this feeling something that’s only happened a few times before.

“If you move,” Anakin begins, out of breath, “I’ll leave the Jedi order and spend my days inside of you.”

“Don’t t-tempt me.”

He laughs, and you accidentally clench around him, causing him to groan deep and long against your tits.

“If you do that again, I’ll come inside of you.”

You imagine it. Imagine him spilling out, the wet white of it dripping out of your cunt and back onto his cock, and the mere image of it has your clit throbbing.

Keep still. Don’t move.

But he wraps his tongue around your nipple and begins to suck.

You cry out, and all of your muscles tighten, forcing you to clench tight around his cock. Anakin jolts and whines your name against your tits.

“S’your fault,” you mewl, moaning. You hang your head back, “Stars, Anakin.”

“Try and stay still,” he mumbles, and you stutter a laugh, “Impossible.”

“It can’t be,” he responds, and while he speaks in jest, his words are sincere. The line between love and lust runs thin, and if Anakin is being honest with himself, it’s close to snapping.

[madeinnaboo]

Training | Anakin Skywalker

words: 3.8k warnings: smut, fingering, praising, rough(er) sex, unprotected sex, biting, dom!Anakin

requests are open:)

- you're Obi-Wans apprentice and you meet Anakin Skywalker for the first time-

You were walking quietly next to your master. You hated meeting new people, and the person you were just about to meet was one of the closest friends of your own master. There was always this feeling of needing to be perceived as perfect. You knew that feeling was bad and that it was clouding your vision, but fuck. Having such a great and well-known master had so many downsides. Especially the one when people just expected too much from you. 

,,You're lost in your thoughts again`` Your master said with a gentle voice, and you mumbled a quick sorry. He looked down at you, and the both of you continued walking in the large hall. It was the biggest and longest hall you've ever seen. The marble pillars holding the gold-plated ceiling. It seemed like it would take years to walk from the entrance to the end. Thankfully, you saw two figures standing not that far away. Your heart sped up when you realized they were the people master Kenobi talked about. 

,,Obi-Wan`` The tall Jedi wearing full black robes, spoke with a laugh. You and your master walked up to them, and you watched as the two Jedi masters shook hands. 

,,Anakin, this is y/n, my apprentice`` Obi-Wan said, and suddenly you've felt seen. The tall man looked at you with a smile. You had to force yourself to breathe normally. The way he was looking down at you with a smirk on his lips was making you weak.

,,Its an honor to meet you, master Skywalker`` You said after forcing your brain to work normally. His smirk grew wider before he looked back at Obi-Wan.

,,Trained her well``He said and Obi-Wan laughed proudly. Obi-Wan then said something more, but the words just flew past you.

,,Hello?``The short girl standing next to Anakin spoke, and you finally looked at her. She couldn't be older than 16, but by the way she was standing, you could tell she acted much older. 

,,Oh right, Y/n this is Ahsoka, my padawan`` Anakin looked at Ahsoka before looking back at you, kicking the air out of you. 

,,Thank you, master...``she rolled her eyes jokingly before reaching her hand to you ,,...I was afraid he forgot about me`` she joked, and you laughed. 

,,Y/n`` you said as you grabbed her hand and gently shook it. Even though she was so young, you knew the two of you would get along well. And that was a nice feeling. 

Both of your masters then started walking, and you and Ahsoka followed after them in a small distance. She looked up at you, almost like she was scanning you.

,,I like your clothes`` She said, and you smiled. You haven't had anyone compliment you in ages. And a compliment coming from a girl was always so nice. You thanked her and continued talking with her for the duration of your walk. It was a long walk, and you got to know her better. Well, normal stuff about her and some embarrassing stuff about her master. It was strange to see the relationship between them. It was like they were best friends or siblings. You couldn't even imagine joking like that about Obi-Wan. Not because you didn't want to, but because you knew he probably wouldn't find it funny. 

After some time, the four of you reached the part of the building where your rooms were. You said a quick goodbye to Ahsoka and her master, trying to ignore his stare that burned your skin. Was he judging you? But for what?

,,Master Skywalker seems nice`` You said when you and your master walked to your rooms. It was very close to where the other two Jedi were staying, so you were trying to sound as quiet as possible. Obi-Wan chuckled as he gave you the key to your own room.

,,First impressions can be tricky`` He said with a hint of laughter in his voice. You smirked and walked to your own room. After entering the spacious room, you locked the door behind you. Your body ached for hot water. It's been days since you had your own room. You and Obi-Wan were on a classified mission, which meant you had to stay low. You slept in your tiny spaceship, which soon felt like a prison. Now that the mission was over, you were allowed to stay in a nice hotel. Obi-Wan found out that Anakin and Ahsoka have been staying in this hotel for a couple of days now due to their own mission. 

You quickly located the bathroom and then removed your clothes. The plan was to shower, call room service to order some food, and then sleep. You couldn't wait. Everything did go according to plan. The shower was amazing, and the food was even better. However, you were now lying in bed, unable to fall asleep. As soon as you closed your eyes, your mind was filled with stuff. You saw people hurting in war, the Jedi Council, the attractive Jedi master just a couple of rooms away, your family... It was just too much. 

You groaned at the wall clock. It was past 3 am, which meant you had been trying to fall asleep for over two hours now. Defeated, you sat up, searching for your clothes. Instead, you grabbed your small bag and found your more sporty clothes. Black skin-tight pants and a small sporty top you wore whenever you were doing any physical activity. You knew this hotel had a gym, and you hoped you'd be able to go there even at this hour. 

The halls were empty and eerie. It was very dark, but your well-trained eyes found their way to the distant gym. It felt like you were walking for hours, but finally you arrived. You opened the heavy door and walked in. Your heart skipped a beat when you were met with a shirtless Anakin working his upper body. Each muscle on his back fighting for you to notice it. 

,,Also couldn't sleep?`` He said, and your heart skipped another beat. This time, it was because of embarrassment. You hoped he didn't notice how you were staring at him. The door closed behind you, and you almost jumped out of your skin. You really wanted to leave. Run even.

,,I-um... I will leave you alone`` You mumbled, turning on your heels to quickly get out of there. A deep chuckle stopped you. 

,,Oh c`mon, the gym is big enough for both of us`` He said finally turning to face you. His forehead was sweaty, and you had to force your eyes to stay on his face. You gave him a quick smile before walking to the opposite side of the gym. He dried his hands as he watched you grab a long stick.

The reason you came here was to practice your lightsaber moves. You weren't scared of a lot of things, but you were scared of your skills failing you in a battle. So you made sure to work extra hard. 

You took a deep breath and swung the long stick behind your back before bringing it back to your front. The movement was there, but the speed wasn't. 

,,You're very stiff`` Anakin said, shamelessly watching you. Your cheeks grew red in embarrassment. You couldn't think of a worse situation you could possibly be in right now. You looked at him and then back at your hand. He waited patiently for you to try again, and so you did. Not doing anything different, really. 

,,I can tell Obi-Wan is your master`` He said with a laugh as he walked to you ,,Here let me help you`` He didn't wait for you to say anything before grabbing your wrist gently. Your heart was beating fast, and you knew for sure he could hear it. Him standing so close to you while he was shirtless was making you absolutely crazy. 

He helped your wrist move in a more natural way, making you swing faster. He helped you do it a couple of more times before taking a step back and giving you an assuring nod. You took a deep breath, and you swung the stick behind your back before bringing it to your front again, this time much quicker. A huge smile grew on your face as you looked at him. 

,,Wouldn't have done it better myself`` He smiled at you with his perfect teeth, and you felt your knees wobble. You swung your wannabe saber again, expecting him to go back to his workout, but instead he walked in front of you, grabbing a stick of his own before walking further away from you. You watched him as he spun his stick. 

,,Now show me how you fight`` He said with a smirk, and you quickly shook your head, panicking. He laughed at your terrified expression.

,,That's okay, really`` You almost whined.

,,Dont make me attack first`` He said with a cocky voice, and you tried to hush your inner voice that was screaming. There was nothing more you wanted than to disappear right now. 

You took a deep breath and, for a moment, closed your eyes to try to ground yourself. It did absolutely nothing, so instead you spun the stick and, with a swift motion, tried to attack the lower part of his body. That's how you started, basically, every fight. You noticed that people were mostly vulnerable around their legs. But not him. With a single motion, he blocked your attack and, with a huge force, pushed you away from him by his stick. You were taken aback but couldn't think about it too much because his body was suddenly close to you again as he attacked you. You dodged him and basically switched sides with him. With no hesitation, he attacked you again, this time actually hitting you. You tried to attack his upper body now, but were once again pushed away from him. Anger and the need to do better started slowly filling your body. 

,,Dont let the anger control you`` He said calmly as he stopped another one of your attacks. You took a deep breath.

,,You sound just like master Kenobi`` You said which made him laugh. ,,My biggest nightmare has became my reality`` He said, and out of nowhere, your stick was snatched from your hands. Confused, you looked at him, holding it. 

,,C`mon take it``He said with another smirk on his face. You felt like a kid who got candy taken away from them. You pouted your lips.

,,I don't know how``You complained, and he pouted his lips back at you. You tried to quickly grab it, but his reflexes were much faster. 

,,You have a great potential, but you need better training, better master`` He said now more serious, and you stood up a bit straighter. 

,,Master Kenobi is a good-`` You started defending your master.

,,Right`` He cut you off before taking a step close to you, being just a few centimeters away from you. Both sticks landed on the floor next to you, long forgotten. His hand grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. 

Suddenly, you broke the distance between the two of you and pressed your lips against his. You had to stand on your tiptoes, and his hands grabbed you by your arms to steady you. It was like you lost consciousness for a moment because, out of nowhere, it hit you—what you'd just done. You broke the Jedi code...with a Jedi master. This was over. Your mind was racing as you took a step back, breaking the kiss. 

,,I-I am so sorry`` You panicked. You were screaming at yourself for being so stupid. For not being able to control yourself. 

,,Are you now?``He said amused, enjoying the way you acted. He walked back to you, pushing the hair out of your face, while you nervously looked around the room. 

,,Please it won't happen again. I promise`` You said super fast, you were almost unable to understand yourself. He chuckled before rolling his eyes at you.

,,And wouldn't that be a shame, hm?`` His hands cupped your cheeks, and he kissed you again. This time more harsh. It was like you were watching this from a third-person perspective, unable to do anything. Your hands were just resting in the air, and you slowly put them on his bare chest, his muscles tensing up at your touch. You let them travel on his stomach as he made out with you. His hand wrapped around your hair and painfully made you look up at him. You held back a moan. 

,,Won't you look at that. Obi-Wan's apprentice is such a slut``He tugged on your hair again, this time drawing a moan out of your lips. His jaw clenched at that sound. He couldn't wait to hear more from you. So he let go of your hair and instead guided you by your hips to some sort of table that was probably used for exercising. When your ass hit the table, he helped you jump on it. You were now at his eye level, which meant you didn't have to arch your head so much. He forced himself in between your legs. 

,,Breath for me, okay?`` He laughed while nodding his head at you, clearly making fun of you. You rolled your eyes at him, planning on responding to him, but him painfully grabbing you by your throat made you stay quiet. He was no longer smiling. 

,,Dont- dont do that`` He said serious, and you gulped. He looked almost scary now. 

,,Im sorry, sir`` You said quietly, and he slightly nodded, acknowledging your apology. His hands appeared on your thighs and then squeezed both of them. His eyes were studying your face while yours were trying to avoid his. His fingers hooked around your pants and tugged on them. With no resistance, you helped him remove them. At that time, you didn't notice he also removed your underwear, but when you did, your cheeks grew even more red. 

,,Aw, look at you, pretty thing`` He tilted his head as his hands found their way back to your now exposed thighs. His hands were enormous compared to the rest of your body. The size difference was something you couldn't get past. With no warning, his thick finger traveled in between your wet folds to your clit. A moan got caught in your throat, and you bit your lower lip. He gently pushed on it before drawing small circles on it. You rolled your eyes inside your head before reaching for his lips. He moved his head further away from you, making you unable to kiss him. You whined in  disagreement, and he chuckled before reaching to kiss you. His kisses were needy and sloppy. Something you've been craving for ages now. His fingers on your clit were making you a bigger and bigger mess with every passing second. You grabbed his strong arms for support. His finger then entered your needy hole, and you cried into his mouth. He didn't wait for anything and just started fingering you, curling his finger inside of you. Your breathing was becoming even more heavy than before. His finger felt great, but your body soon needed more, and he knew it. With his finger still deep inside of you, his other hand removed his loose pants, springing his hard cock out. His tip was dangerously red. He kissed you harder as he lined himself up with your entrance. With a quick motion, he pushed himself deep inside of you, making you cry out in pain. Your nails painfully dug into his skin, and your eyes were shut close. The pain creeped into every inch of your body, and you were unable to feel his light kisses on your neck. He cursed himself out for not being slower, but he needed you so bad. He needed to hear your pretty moans and feel you around his cock. 

,,I know, baby, I know`` he whispered in between the kisses he was placing on your exposed neck. Occasionally he would suck on the soft skin, but never for too long, making sure he wouldn't leave a mark. When your fingers stopped ripping his skin, he knew the pain was slowly leaving. ,,That's it``He cooed at you, and you forced your eyes open to look at him. He was so attractive with his messy hair. You rolled your eyes again as he slowly moved inside of you. He was thick, stretching you out so nicely. One of his hands was holding your hip, and the other one was stroking your thigh. You let out a soft moan when the pain started to be overtaken by the pleasure. Once he heard that, he started moving faster. He still had to force himself to be gentle. If it were up to him, he would fuck your brain out right there. Your moans were now more frequent as the pleasure fully filled your body. You pushed your upper body down to the table so you could lay down, and he watched your face. His hands then reached to your top and pushed it up, freeing your boobs. He reached to suck on your nipple, making you arch your back. While his teeth were gently biting your nipple, his hands made your legs hug his hips. Like that, he could fuck deeper into you, making you an even bigger mess. He was now fucking into you with dangerous speed, making your body jump on the table. He let your nipples alone and instead watched as your chest moved with each thrust. 

Your hand searched for something on the table you could grab but found nothing. When he noticed it, he grabbed your hand and let you squeeze him as hard as you needed. He was making sure the view he was seeing was engraved into his memory. His other hand found your clit and played with it, bringing even more pleasure now. 

,,I-I Can't`` The pleasure was so overwhelming that you felt like you could pass out any second. Teasingly, he started to fuck you even faster and harder. 

,,Yes, you can`` He said firmly, and you just whined. Your mind was unable to form a single thought, so you fully focused on all the feelings you felt. The slight pain from the way his cock was stretching you out, the aching pain in your arm from how hard you were squeezing him, and lastly, the creeping feeling deep inside your stomach. It was building up fast, and your moans took over. Anakin felt the way you started to squeeze around him more, you were close. 

,,Are you going to be a good girl and cum on my cock?``He asked, and that pushed you over the edge. You painfully arched your back as a loud moan left your lips. The moan turned into a loud whining as your legs started to shake. The feeling was so intense, you thought someone punched the living hell out of you. Your walls painfully squeezed around his cock, making you even more tight. He let out a loud groan. He knew he should pull out. That he should cum on your stomach, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he watched as his cock disappeared inside of you with each thrust, and then, with an even louder moan, came inside of you. His fingers were digging into your thighs before he slowly pulled out of you, making you whine. He then watched as his cum spilled out of your abused hole. After that, Anakin gave you a slight slap on your pussy, and you cried out before defensively closing your legs. He took a step back and put his pants back on. Shame entered your body as you quickly pulled down your top, searching for your underwear on the floor. He grabbed it and handed it to you. You quietly thanked him and jumped down from the table, almost falling due to your legs feeling like jello. You would definitely fall if he didn't grab you by your arm. Anakin watched as you put on your pants. 

,,Dont shut down on me`` He said as he grabbed your face again, giving you a warm smile. You were looking up at him, trying to figure out what to do next. His lips gently kissed you before he took a step back to take a better look at you. 

,,Please, you can't tell anyone`` You begged. He closed his eyes, disappointed with you. 

,,I won't`` He said with almost no emotion, which brought a painful feeling to your stomach. You felt hurt, even though you were the one who brought it up. He walked to the gym door before opening it, waiting for you. You rushed to it and walked out. He turned the light off and closed the door behind him. You started walking before him, but he still caught up to you.

,,You need anything? Water, food...?`` He asked as he was looking at you. You wanted to scream that you needed his touch again, but instead you said you were okay, and he just took a deep breath. The rest of the walk was quiet and almost awkward. When you reached your room, you quickly opened the door and almost jumped into it, but his hand on your arm stopped you from doing so. 

,,I can stay with you, if you want`` He said with a gentle voice.

,,That's okay, thank you`` You said as you screamed at yourself to just say yes. He tilted his head.

,,Y/n``He almost whispered, and you took a deep breath while opening the room door more. He walked in, and you closed the door behind him. You walked next to him to your bedroom, where you took your sleeping clothes from the floor. He watched as you walked to the bathroom to change. When you came back, already in your sleeping clothes, he was sitting down on your bed in just his underwear. You tried to ignore his body and instead walked to your side of the bed and got into it. He did the same and quickly pulled your body to his, so you were lying on his chest. He played with your hair, making you close your eyes in pleasure. He then kissed the top of your head as his fingers left your hair and instead focused on caressing your arm. 

Anakin was used to not being able to sleep. He only slept for a couple of hours a day, so he was surprised when he felt the sleepiness trying to get him. He happily gave in, and soon his eyes were closed, and his breathing synced with yours.

[anakinsdove]

𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 «𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐»

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!padawan!reader

summary: Your master is horny and frustrated, he looks for release at a nasty gloryhole in coruscant... only to find out that that perfect pussy he's fucking belongs to his padawan.

c/w: gloryhole mentions, p in v, masturbation, power imbalance, blowjobs, good pounding (very nasty idgf im sorry im horny)

discord - twitter: anakinsdove. -PART 1-

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1 week ago

He does look lovely standing there, he’s talking to master mundi and master kenobi, broad shoulders and a serious expression on his face, but you know it’s all a facade, the minute you two are alone again he’ll go for a round of twister and maybe if you’re lucky pizza and movie night… he’s like no other Jedi, and you wouldn’t want it any other way, he’s unorthodox, impulsive and he can get under people’s skin easily.

He has a charm you haven’t seen anywhere else in the galaxy in your entire life, but you don’t know many things, he added a little bit of color in your life, he has thaught you things and to see life in a different way, he’s naturally good at everything he does… it’s insane.

“Whatcha thinking about?” You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t see him move next to you

“You” you say simply and he chuckles

“You’re still impressed by that move? I told you Y/N it all about the wrist” your eyes sparkle at the memory of him tearing droids apart in your previous mission, only a few hours ago

“No, not that-” “Be right back, I have to give the council a report of our mission” he ruffles your hair and leaves

Your eyes follow him until he dissapears in a crowd and you sigh, attachment is forbidden, but how can you not get attached to Anakin Skywalker? there are many rules you’d break for him, he’s your master and it’s wrong, but still… you can’t help but think of him late at night when you touch yourself, your fingers rub tight little circles on your clit as you try not to give in sleep and you can’t help but mutter “Anakin…”

You’d ruin everything for him, You’d give him everything you are, everything you have… and it kills yourself to think he might not want it.

But you’re wrong

Because Anakin Skywalker is utterly and obsessed with you, he wants nothing more than to bend you over and stuff you so good with his cock, that’s his ultimate fantasy, but he must not give into his instincts, Until…

Present day

His arms wrap around your waist in the darkness… you shouldn’t have done that, does he hate you now? Is he disappointed? Does he not love you anymore? That thought is unbearable.

“Calm down, I can feel the anxiety dripping from you” “I’m sorry….” “No, You’re not” And he’s right, why should you be sorry for? For him filling you up tonight? For giving him the best orgasm of his life… you, his padawan.

“I don’t want you to be sorry Y/n” you turn around and your pretty eyes look up at his silhouette, even his shadow is beautiful “Why not?”

His fingers squeeze your waist experimentally and you can’t help but sigh, his touch relives a deep ache in your heart and possibly between your legs.

“Was I the first man to fuck you tonight?” His voice is low and dangerous and you nod stupid “Because I saw you with your legs spread and in display for everyone, If I arrived 2 minutes later someone else would’ve ended up fucking you, didn’t you think of that when you chose to fuck up with my mind?”

You feel like crying and he sees your eyes water, you’ve humiliated yourself and he doesn’t want you, you have betrayed his trust…. “No master… p-please I’m sorry…” he wipes your tears away with his thumbs “I said I don’t want you to be sorry… I want to fuck you again and this time I want you to watch” your breathe heaves and he kisses your forehead reassuringly “I’m just surprised that’s all… I didn’t know you had it in you…” his fingers unbuttoned your shirt swiftly and he removes it, the sight of your cleave is doing more for him than it should “Can I fuck you? Can I do it again this time because I want to?” You nod desperately and he turns you around pushing you against your clothing drawer… he turns on your pretty table lamp and your eyes fixate on the picture over the drawer, it’s a picture from last summer, anakin and you smiling as he carries you… an innocent moment so far of what you’re doing right now.

He spreads your legs and pushes into your lower back signaling to arch your back deeper, you hear fabric breaking and you know your panties are gone forever “Holy shit…” you look over your shoulder to see his expression lust and hungriness written all over his face “My cum is still dripping out of you… it’s dripping down your thighs” you look down and confirm what he says, his cum has been dripping down your thighs since the walk back to the temple… he spits over his fingers and you scrunched your eyes shut when he wraps his arm over your front and rubs your clit deliciously “And so fucking wet” “Master!” You cry out louder than intended and you hear him smirk, his hips move with abandon against your ass, he grinds his painfully hard cock over you bare skin, you don’t understand why his pants are still on…

“All you needed to do was ask… I would’ve fucked you so long ago if I knew you wanted me as much as I wanted you” his fingers move faster and your brain turns off “What-“ “Fucking brat- you dont even want to know how many times I had to stroke my cock to the most unsatisfactory orgasm, when all I had to do was going to your quarters late at night and take you, don’t you want your master to feel good?” He moans against your ear, his confession fueling your desire as it drags you closer to the edge, you move your hips back against him and he growls, he wants to be the one in control.

“Fuck me please- fuck me I can’t take it anymore” you practically mewl when his fingers dip inside your creamy cunt, come hitter motion hitting your spongy spot deliciously, this is worth every consequence this could have in the future. “You’re going to take what I fucking give you, nothing less and nothing more my padawan, understand?” He says with a condescending tone and gives a kiss to your ear

Anakin underestimated his own arousal because he feels like cumming in his pants right now, his breathing is heavy and his eyes close… then he removes his fingers from your cunt leaving you empty.

“No!” You cry out and he has to shut you up, he dips his fingers inside your mouth making you taste yourself “I know it tastes heavenly love, I fucking know it” your eyes roll back into your head at his dirty words, you’re soaked by now.

He pulls away and sits on the edge of your bed pulling you into his lap, his fingers squeezing your breasts over your bra when he says “What do you know about sucking cock sweetheart?” Is he serious right now? He took your virginity only a couple hours ago! it also makes you giggle because of his vulgar words.

“Nothing” you say honestly and he nods “Good” already pushing you to the ground and on your knees, his fingers unzip his pants desperately tugging them down with his boxers too, his cock slapped against his lower stomach… it looks painfully hard and begging for your touch.. you practically zone out looking at it and you can’t help but be amazed that it even fitted inside you, this is your first time seeing it, ironically.

“I’ve dreamt about fucking this little mouth” he says breathlessly and his thumb traces your lower lip as you look at him with a pouty look… “I’ll guide you through it okay?” “Please…” he smirks at this, he knows how whiny you can be, so having you under control brings him satisfaction as your master.

“Spit on it- good good… now w-wrap your hand around my- Fuck!” He hissed as you stroke him inexpertly but still feels so good, it’s probably because it’s you, everything feels good with you, it makes him curl his toes “I thought you didn’t know anything about this.. Ah fuck…” he closes his eyes as he gives into the pleasure for a brief moment and opening them again when you mutter an unexpected confession “I gave a handjob once…” “To whom?!” He says offended but has to close his eyes again as you milk him his own precum and your spit making the nicest lube, you look at his cock with some sorry of fascination at the slimy sounds its making “L-“ “Don’t fucking tell me” he hisses and pushes your head down “Now suck on it sweetheart nice and slow…” you give the head a little kiss and kitten lick the shaft slowly… nice and slow and you can clearly see his abs constricting due the pleasure “It’s only right im the one who teaches you this” his voice is husky and it holds so much lust and you roll your eyes at his cockiness “Your master had to be the one to teach you how to blow someone Y/n… but most important I’m teaching you how to please me” his words are doing something to you and you can’t help yourself but to grind against his boot that he previously angled for you to rub yourself against it… you moan around him and he needs more.

“Just a little bit more sweetness, you kitten licking my tip feels amazing but your master needs you to take a little bit more okay?” You nod clumsily and his fingers tangle in your locks pushing you a little lower so you can take him deeper, your inexperience shows when you choke around his cock… if you only knew how good that felt, his breath heaved as he mutters a strangled “Good girl- good girl, you’re making your master feel so good” his praise sends shivers down your spine and he carefully thrusts up, hips moving up slowly as you furrow your eyebrows in concentration but you choke again “Ah.. fuck, nice and slow love… nice and slow take your time, I’m don’t going to hurt you”

He moans and groans as your lips wrap around him nice and tight, you’re mouth is warm and it feels perfect, just like everything about you, his thrusts speed only a little bit “Do- do you remember that time where I let you skip training because you wanted to go out to the mall?” You nod… that’s the only thing you can do when you’re this cock drunk… your eyes close and you let him move your head up and down as he pleases “I was a good master, I did a favor for you yeah?” Your eyes water as his cock hits the back of your throat “Now I need you to be a good padawan and let me fuck your mouth, okay?” You whimper around him and he groans… nodding desperately he smirks “tap my leg if it gets too much and breathe through your nose” he holds your hair in a ponytail and starts thrusting nice and hard up your mouth, his tip bruising the back of your throat, your whimpers and moans are muffled by his cock as it makes you choke, you look up at him and his eyes are closed mouth agape as he moans… your own desires can’t be ignored as you keep grinding against his boot… the best way to describe this feeling is euphoria, you can’t even hear your own thoughts because they’re overpowered by the pleasure sounds your master is making and the disgusting sounds your mouth is making… your bringing him close to ecstasy.

“Shit!” He cries out and you realize breathing is no longer important in this situation, you want to please him and that the only thing that matters, he holds your head down as your nose rubs against his pubes, your own eyes rolling back “Yes yes yes yes yes” anakin is too far gone in the pleasure, his eyes roll back as a bead of sweat falls from his forehead, he growls and pushes his boot harder onto you clit “I’m gonna- Fuck im sorry I can’t help it!” You want to protest but it’s too late, his hot cum is already filling your throat. “That’s a g-good g-good… f-fucking girl- ah! My padawan” he spasms and finally lets go of your head… his cock pulsates inside your mouth and your release him and you see him shake… his breathing is heavy and he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks… he smiles, like a genuine smile that shows love and appreciation

“Thank you Y/n… oh shit that was amazing” you beam at his praise as usual, he really knows how to push your buttons.

“Master I want to cum” you pout at him, he has been teasing you but not actually giving you what you need and crave “What have I taught you about patience?” “That is overrated” he curses himself and takes you into his arms laying you down on the bed. “Fine… I’m going to fuck you” he rolls his eyes as if it was annoyed to do such task and you tickle his ribs at his teasing… he laughs and loses strength as he falls on top of you… you look up at him, you’ve never been this close before, his eyes are piercing into your soul… Anakin closes the gap and for the first time he kisses you… he moans into the kiss, it feels so right and your lips don’t move for half a second… he holds your cheek delicately and you kiss him back with as much love and desire as him.

“I can’t believe it took me so long to do that” he whispers and you give him your brightest smile “alright ass up” you giggle and he bops your nose and slides a pillow under your hips for a better angle “How do you want it love? Nice and slow or… master I can’t walk I might need to skip training today?” He mocks your voice and you give him an unamused look, if he can tease you you can also tease him.

Your legs wrap around his waist and you pull him closer “alright I get it… spread your legs for me” you do as he says and he taps his cock over your clit repeatedly, you can’t help but throw your head back, it’s so sensitive by all his previous teasing it makes you whine “I know you want it sweetheart, its just, you look so good when you’re needy” “if I knew my master was this cruel if would’ve gone to master kenobi instead” his eyes widen and his brows furrows “No” you expected him to laugh but it angers him “You’re mine, no one else’s” he positions your legs over his shoulders and slides in… your soaked cunt is pulling him in and your tightness pushes him out.. he chuckles when you shudder under him “So- fucking big” your eyes furrow prettily and your eyes roll back as he fills you up for the second time tonight “Yeah? You’re so fucking tight” his hips moves against you nice and slow, you feel every bit of him, your gummy walls massage his tip, he moans and hides his face on the crook of your neck…

Your gasps and moans are music to his ears, the prettiest a sound in the galaxy, unfortunately his noises are muffled by your skin but you want to hear him cry out… maybe another time… he groans and nips at your skin sucking and marking you “You feel so good inside me master… you fill me up so good, no one could make me feel like you do” his eyes shut tight as your words struck a nerve, you feel his hips falter as he loses his rhythm… you giggle but soon his thrusts become forceful as he hits your g spot with precision

“Shit!” “language” he teases and chuckles against your skin, you pull his locks painfully tight as he hisses “You like it? You like how deep I’m inside you? This time I’m able to look at your pretty face” he kisses you once again, your legs hold him tightly not giving him much space to move and fuck you harder, it’s your fault he has to be harsher and manhandle you

Your velvety walls constrict around his cock and he pulsates and pulsates, he feels his balls tighten… his cock kisses you cervix again and you cry out as you attempt to push him away “I know it hurts… don’t worry I’m going to take care of you” your arms tangle over his neck as your nails dig into his back and scratch, leaving little moon shaped marks all over his skin, he changes the angle and pounds you deeper, you didn’t know it was possible… this time his pubes rub deliciously over your clit “you’re not fooling anyone love, you like it rough, you like it nasty and even dangerous, showing yourself to everyone in a nasty gloryhole in coruscant, why would you put yourself in that situation baby? Huh? You liked the smell of sex and everyone having sex around you? Is that it? You’re as much of a pervert as I am, because if you’d come to me sooner I would’ve fucked you in your comfy bed like the pillow princess you are”

“Master!” You near your release and he’s been holding his for about 5 minutes now, he trembles over you but he can’t stop, he needs to please you “You’re gonna cum sweetheart? I need you to cum, you been milking your master’s cock the entire night it’s only right I make you cum too”

Your cries fill the room and your eyes roll back, it’s a sight for sore eyes “Thank your master Y/n, thank your master for fucking this creamy pussy”

“Thankyouthankyou-“ you moan incoherently “I’m going to fill you up sweetheart- what a good little p-padawan” your climax hits the both of you like a bus… making you grind against each other tiredly as your moans die down eventually, only heavy breathing is heard…

When you both grow quiet and only the sounds of an average late night at coruscant fill the atmosphere you wrap your arms around him, you’ve never seen anakin this tired before, he always has enough energy for a battle but seems like pussy is his weakness, you clench around him involuntarily and he whimpers

“Thank your Y/n this was… fuck it was”

“Me? Thank you for being a pervert” you beam and kiss his forehead “it was truly amazing… thank you master” he chuckles

“Me? A pervert? You’re a nympho princess, after everything I’ve taught you in all these years the only thing it stuck you was my cock” you roll your eyes at his comment

“Now you know how Master Kenobi feels” but then you think a little bit more about your comparison and you cringe anakin laughs against your skin

“You’re lucky you’re beautiful”

You smile brightly at him “youre pretty”

“Only pretty? C’mon sweetheart I want to be beautiful”

“Fine.. you’re beautiful” he gives your neck a little kiss

“Can you sleep here tonight?” You nod “Great because you leaving means I’d have to pull out”

“Don’t mention it, you’re my best friend!” Anakin gives you an angry look even though he knows he’s joking, he wants to be more than that, and actually he already is… And with a kiss he shuts you up…

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