#fuck the noise out of anakin skywalker's head

[briliantlymad]

Anakin rare pairs I think about in a dilerious I'm going crazy way

+ because Ao3 was down and I had free time

1. Obiwan / Cody/ anakin

This one beloveds. Ouf it makes me go crazy I go feral at this one. Just the idea of obiwan and Cody taking anakin apart 👁👄👁

2. Breha organa/ Bail organa / Anakin

Actually makes me so soft. I think there should be more post ROTS breha and Bail dragging anakin from the dark side for the sake of the twins, realising oh shit anakin is actually also a victim and falling in love with him somewhere along the way. Bonus points if Bail sticks it to Yoda and says no to separating the twins.

3. Any of the true mandalorian characters/ Anakin

There's just smth really cool about these ones. I can't quite figure it out all I know it's that I love the few fics there are for it cus there's smth awesome about the dead dove ones and the eventual mandalorian anakin ones

4. RexAniDala or FoxAniDala

I just think there should be more RexAniDala in this fandom. Also there's something so delicious about the angst that rises from everything else being canon compliant with these pairings

5. Bo-Katan/Anakin

I found this rarepair through anakin rarepair week and gods it's actually so good. Their dynamics are top tier. Crazy4Crazy

6. ObiTineKin or obiwan/satine/anakin

I read this one fic on ao3 that took over my brain for about a month. I just think Satine would handle anakin so well 👁👄👁 where obi wan would give in to him ehehe also a big fan of ObiAniDalaTine

[vikingsandrevolutions]

what did i just read. what the fuck. never have i needed brain bleach more.

here i was just scrolling through what i thought was a very fandom specific tag (not filtering out other fandoms…my mistake) when i found a fucking joe biden x donald trump fic. just why??? i did not think that was something i would even need to filter out???? i just???????

[hanasnx]

honey.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: inspired by @justadmiringanakin bcos i read some of her ceo!anakin thing and i’m so excited for it to be posted. so this is dedicated to her. WARNINGS: dilf!anakin | sexual content | kinks: daddy, size | position: cowgirl | age gap.

“that’s it, baby, that’s it,” soft praises echo in your ear as you sink down onto DILF!ANAKIN SKYWALKER's length. “you feelin’ it? you feelin’ okay?”

you sniff, twisting your face in the most adorable way. too pitiful to resist, he leans into you, trailing sweet lingering kisses onto your heated cheek and temple.

“can you speak? can you do that for me, baby?” he keeps his voice barely above a whisper, like you’re exchanging secrets. large hands handle the fat of your thighs, stroking soothingly with his thumbs. he’s warm, and impossibly deep.

to let him know you’re alright, you nod, and feel his lips pass over your closed eyelids. your fists tangled in the collar of his shirt begin to tremble as you flex your legs, raising yourself.

“take it easy. don’t hurt yourself.” he says, even while his palm slide to your ass, instinctively drawing you closer into his chest.

“i can do it.” you plea, “please, ani, please. need it so bad.”

lovingly, he tilts his head, a wistful smile stretching his lips. “makes me feel young when you call me that.” his honeyed countenance remains only until you lift yourself, so tight wrapped around him it furrows his brows and sharply inhale. “fuck…”

“need— you,” you choke out, opening your eyes to meet his lust-blown gaze.

“‘m right here, angel. right here,” he assures you, one hand wedging between the two of you to thumb at your sensitive bud, it helps but doesn’t solve everything. “can feel you drying up, you’re going too fast.”

“if i can just…” you whine, his warnings going unheeded as you invite yourself onto him, letting your weight lower yourself. but he’s quick to catch you. his grip on your flesh aches, chastising you for biting off more than you can chew.

“what’d i say?” you’re feeling the stretch. the sting. it’s almost enough to get you wet enough for him. almost. “you told me you could handle it.”

“‘m sorry!” you cry out. “ani, i’m so horny it hurts.”

he hushes you, easing your worries by releasing your skin and coming up to stroke the top of your head. gently, he directs it to him, resting your cheek on his shoulder so he can tuck you under his. that big hand threads through your hair, sending tingles down your spine from the contact. his thumb continues to rub circles into your swollen clit.

ever so slowly, he flexes his abdomen as he ruts up into you. you can feel it against you, rigid and hard. the position is comfortable, and safe to relax in. your pussy grateful for the release of tension, loosening with each loving thrust into you. “there, is that better?”

you nod and make a noise of confirmation. when he decides you’re ready, he starts helping you to move too. he pokes around until he finds an angle inside that causes arousal to dampen your conjoined sexes.

“kids. still don’t know patience.”

[altieris]

cw; obsessive!anakin, toxic!anakin, babytrapping, afab reader, 18+

anakin skywalker is an emotional, clingy, fanatic, and obsessive little bastard.

in my heart of hearts, i believe anakin is fucking obsessed with you. he is lovesick. you're just...you, so gentle and warm. you've shown him so much love and care, and he's so so in love with you. he's ready to do just about anything for you. and hes awfully clingy, but affectionately so. he's always holding you close to his body, nuzzling his face all over yours, and kissing you excessively. sometimes it almost seems like he's trying to merge with you.

he tries to move in with you like 2 months into your relationship. he's all whiny and practically begging, "baby, we spend so much time together. why keep going back and forth like this? :(", and you solely agree cause his pout is just too pretty.

honestly, he loses his fucking mind at the mere idea of not being with you. literally. i'm talking, he'd be going on about his day, then suddenly, he's struck with the mental picture of not being yours, and you not being his. and he's brought down to his knees, head in his hands and everything.

it's to the point where he starts getting so possessive and jealous that he cannot fucking bear your friends. the concept of you taking a liking, platonic or not, to anyone but him makes him so nauseous that he's ready to throw up (that's not to say he hasn't already). and it's mutual. your friends fucking hate him, he's so mentally deranged and they can't figure out why you're with him.

oh and woe to you if any of them are men. he is in pure and utter agony. he will visibly sulk, pout and huff 24/7, he's unbearable. and when he's alone, he'll blankly stare at himself in the mirror, scream into his pillow, and cry himself to sleep.

the thought of you being with anyone but him - makes him physically incapable of breathing. it feels as if he's being suffocated. it makes him sick to his stomach and the thought of you loving anyone else makes him want to crawl up into a hole and die. he picks fights and argues with you because he just wants every ounce of your attention to be concentrated on him, needs your eyes to never stray off of him once, needs you to be all his at every waking moment. only his, his, his, his...can't you just give him that?!

and when he's finally able to see you, he practically combusts, he's fueled up by all the negative thinking :( he doesn't even stop to greet you, he just smashes his lips onto yours, and carries you to bed.

he fucks you in missionary, so he can look deep into your eyes, and show you just how much he loves you - tells you all about how he's willing to do whatever it takes for you to never, ever, leave his side. then he snarls harshly, going on about how he can't and won't let you go. and when he's close, he's practically shedding tears, begging you to never disappear on him. can't you see? he's an empty shell of a man without you, he cannot live without you. you tell him to pull out and he almost doesn't catch it due to the resounding obscene noises filling the room. almost. but he does. so he cages you in his arms, and plunges his dick so deep, and he starts babbling, all pathetic, about how your kids would have his eyes, and your nose.

he practically wails when he buries himself to the hilt one last time, shooting his cum deep inside your womb. and you're about to push him off of you when he starts moving again, helplessly and feebly mewling, "i can't stop", hes so demanding and hopeless. hes physically incapable of bringing his messy thrusts to a halt...god, what do you do with him?

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: nerd!anakin x reader

ANAKIN SKYWALKER had been hesitant at first. You brought it up so casually. On a random day, at random moment, suggesting the idea while the two of you were tangled in bed one night - your hand running through his soft curls, face buried in your cleavage. Cheeks had turned red faster than you could blink, and he mumbled something about 'researching angles' before burying his face further into your body as if he was trying to hide himself.

But here you were now, in his small, nerdy room surrounded by shelves and posters of fictional characters, laptop playing a soft instrumental playlist in the background -- nothing remotely sexy, but so him coded.

You were kneeling on all fours on the bed, body arching to Anakin’s as his shaky hands traced over the curve of your back, lips brushing kisses along your spine.

Gentle

Wet

Yet so tentative

“Are…are you really sure about this?” question repeating for the fifth time, voice breathless, almost shaky. Glasses were slipping down his nose, and he pushed them up nervously once more, swallowing hard as his hands roamed down to grip your plushy hips.

“Yes, Ani,” ass pushing against his hard-on “I want this. I want you.”

Whimper leaving his throat, fingers squeezing your hips as he lined himself up. Star Wars socks brushing against your calves, soft fabric a hilarious yet strangely comforting reminder of how much you just adored your nerdy boyfriend.

When he slid into you, his head tipped back with a broken moan, hips stuttering. He had no idea that angle would give him “Oh my god,” he whined, voice impossibly high-pitched. “Oh my—y-you’re so tight… It’s—oh f-fuck…” pink lips trembling, your fingers digging into the soft carpet

You couldn’t help but let out a breathless giggle, which quickly turned into a gasp when his cock pushed deeper, the angle hitting you in ways that made your toes curl, eyes roll behind your head.

For some he may not get any bitches but oh, honey, that dick was eleven inches

“Anakin,” you gasped, “move, baby.”

“I-I’m trying,” he stammered, hands trembling as they moved to your round globes, fingers digging into the pushiness of it. The sign of it made his mouth part, shaky moan leaving his throat.

He started to thrust slowly at first, movements tentative, almost experimental, but the sounds falling from his lips were anything but reserved.

And he was loud.

So loud.

Moaning, gasping, groaning like he was about to lose his mind. Every time his thick cock pushed in, stretching you so deliciously, his, and even yours, body trembled, and he let out these helpless, whimpering noises that went straight to your core.

“You feel so good,” he cried, voice cracking so much as if he was in pain he didn't want to end “Oh my god, you feel s-so… warm, and--fuck, this position is insane.”

Grin spread on your lips before you stretched like a cat, giving him even a better angles “You’re so loud, Ani,” you teased, throwing a look over your shoulder at him.

Face flushing, curls sticking to his damp forehead, and his lips parted as he panted heavily. "Y/n..” he exclaimed, thrusting deeper, harder, making you moan and gasp like a slut "s'too much -- too much--"

He clutched at your hips like they were his lifeline, fingers digging into your skin as his head fell forward, glasses askew on his nose.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whimpered, hips snapping forward a bit harder. “I can’t—oh, god, I c-can’t stop… you feel too good. I love you. I love you so much..I love this—oh fuck, I think I’m gonna—”

You cut him off with a moan of your own, body arching as pleasure began to pool/hit. His erratic movements and desperate sounds were pushing you closer and closer to the edge, and you felt your walls clench around him as he let out a loud, drawn-out groan.

“Ani!” you gasped, the sensation overwhelming as he pressed even deeper, his thrusts now more frantic than controlled.

“I—I can’t—oh my god,” he sobbed, body trembling as he pushed into you one last time, burying himself deep as he spilled into you with a broken cry. He collapsed onto your back, panting heavily, arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder before collapsing next to you, chest raising and falling as he tried to catch his breath

“Y-you’re amazing,” he mumbled between breaths, his glasses fogged up “But next time… warn me before we do something so--so insane. I think I saw stars.”

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Not That Kind of Guy

Part Twenty One: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker x femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink(Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, public/semi-public, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, masturbation, oral, PIV, dick piercing, forced orgasm, bondage/blindfolds, biting/slapping/ spanking/cutting, rape kink, NONCON/DUBCON/CNC, Somno, blood, knife, GEN. SMUT, [All possible tags listed, all may not apply] GORE, MURDER

Info: I’m back after my long sabbatical, don’t hate me. It’s shorter than usual, I just didn’t want to make you guys wait any longer [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread, there’s probably so many mistakes. MDNI 18+

With the front door shut, you were finally alone with Anakin again. Every time you tried to lift your head, each time you managed to turn to the side to escape the onslaught of primal kisses he’d trap your lips in; he’d pull you right back in without giving you a second to breathe.

“Stop.” His voice stern and unyielding even as he muttered it against your lips, his long fingers wrapping around your neck to further drive his statement home.

“Ani-” You squeaked, your hands resting on his biceps, fingertips digging in harder as he tightened his hold. “Just talk-”

“Shut up.” He growled, shaking you just beneath your jaw out of irritation. His eyes blazing with a ferocity you hadn’t ever witnessed with your own two eyes, only felt burn into your flesh. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“I’m not stupid!” You snapped back, quickly regretting the outburst when the back of his hand made contact with your cheek, luckily only one of his metal rings caught the skin, allowing a stinging pain to seep across the sensitive skin.

“No. Not yet.” He shook his head, standing up and unbuckling his belt. “But you will be.”

With a sharp movement he snatched a handful of your hair and guided you to the arm of the couch, kneeling on the cushion behind you as he bent you over. An audible pop of the stitches in the waistband of your pants permeated the otherwise silent room as he ripped down your pants mid-thigh. The blood rushed to your head as you scrambled to hold yourself up, grasping at the upholstery to find traction to lift yourself back up, to no avail.

“Anakin, I'm serious, I want to talk about this!” You shouted, your face feeling flushed as you struggled to hold yourself up on the tips of your fingers that barely brushed the floor.

“Excuse me?” He shouted back, ramming himself into your wet cunt as you yelped in surprise. “What did I just fucking say?” He barked rhetorically. “I said to shut your goddamn mouth.”

Anakin grabbed your hair again, pulling you up just enough to press two fingers to your lips, he let you loose, allowing your head to drop down. A loud gag emitted from your throat as his fingers hit your uvula, accompanied by a coughing fit that had your vision blurry. Your whole body jolted with each and every thrust and snap of his hips. He set a brutal pace that stole away your breath and your ability to think about anything other than the intense fire he’d lit in your lower abdomen.

“There, that’s better.” He grunted, satisfied that the only noises coming from you were wet and whiny.

“I’m only going to say this once.” He grumbled, smacking your hip before grabbing it and using your own body as leverage. “You. Don’t. Know. Shit.”

“And it’s gonna stay that way.” He added, driving into you deep and hard as you drooled around his fingers, his thumb digging into the side of your face. “Understand?”

Anakin finally removed his fingers from your mouth, allowing you a chance to gulp down fresh air and breathe more easily as you coughed to ease the itching in your esophagus. With both of his large hands enveloping your hips, he leaned forward, his chest now flush against the heated flesh of your back. The way he so gently, sweetly kissed your spine all the way up and across your shoulders, was the complete opposite to how he was manhandling the rest of your body.

His thick length stretching you perfectly, so perfectly that every time he sheathed himself it felt like a sparkler had lit up inside your stomach. With each kiss the tip of his cock bruised your cervix with, the sparkler burned brighter, popping and crackling until it fizzled down to the end. With a final burst in your core, Anakin sent you spiraling into a world where there was nothing left but him.

Your only thoughts surrounded him, each breath that was drawn in and out of your lungs, held his scent. Your skin tingled and warmed as though hundreds of his calloused hands held you within their grasp. Even the tears formed in the corners of your eyes held the same heat that you felt pool between your thighs for him. Your lips frozen in a soft ‘O’ shape as you came down from the heaven he’d tossed you up into.

“I asked you a question, you know.” He panted, his rough palms smoothing up and down your back.

“Huh?” You murmured, allowing him to continue slowly rutting up into you while his cum leaked out and formed a frothy ring of white at the base of his cock.

“Acceptable answer.” He chuckled as a smirk twitched across his mouth. He’d take your inability to comprehend his words as a sign he’d fucked your questions deep enough into the back of your mind that you’d leave it be for now.

“What?” You asked confusedly as his arm hooked beneath your stomach and pulled you up as his cock slipped out of you with a soft pop.

“Nothin’ sweetheart.” He whispered, standing behind you as he kept you steady on your wobbly legs. “We going to bed here? Or wanna go across the hall?”

“Here.” You nodded tiredly, stripping off your clothes right there in the living room before you sluggishly traveled to the bathroom to clean up while Anakin tidied up the dining table and the kitchen in his boxers.

Feeling frustrated and annoyed, you sat down on the edge of the tub to wash up a bit. Once again you’d allowed yourself to be steered away from a conversation you desperately needed to have, despite really not wanting to have it. Part of you was thankful to have avoided it, but the logical side of you was screaming at you for being such a fool. The answers to such big and burning questions were just on the other side of the wall, making odd noises to stave off the boredom that came along with clearing the table and scraping off the dishes.

If only you could get a yes or no. That’s all you really needed, just a simple yes or no. You knew it in your soul. You’d known for a while and refused to admit it. But his vague words and his aggressive reaction confirmed it.

You should be scared. Terrified.

Though it just left you feeling… hollow. Why? Why would he do this for so long and never confess it on his own? Why had he hidden himself in the first place? Did he think less of you for demanding answers? Was it only going to push him farther away, farther into himself if you kept pushing?

How could you coax it out of him? It was obvious that he knew you knew. So why was it so hard for either of you to speak about? The complacency you felt with the situation had been stagnant for so long that it was a difficult shell to break out of. You’d both become so accustomed to the secrecy of it all that it felt almost wrong to hear the truth.

You sighed, standing up, brushing your teeth and combing through your ratted up hair before steeling yourself and exiting the bathroom. As you ran a hand through your hair, you turned to the kitchen, expecting to see Anakin scurrying about. Though he was nowhere to be seen. The bedroom was empty as well, so you checked the fire escape, seeing him there with his bong, the flame of his lighter flicking to life as he took a long pull of smoke.

You stood and watched him for a moment, admiring the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, the soft curve of his lips and the way his hair curled up at the nape of his neck. Those piercing blue eyes drifted from the alley below, out to the street as he observed the city moving around him. He was so interesting to watch, especially when he didn’t know your eyes were on him.

He lost the bravado and the confidence he carried so well. His body language was more reserved and relaxed, as if he were taking off a weight from his shoulders. It made you wonder what he was carrying around with him that weighed so heavily. Was it the secret you knew of? Or something buried deeper?

After grabbing a blanket to wrap around your naked body, you walked to the cracked open window and nudged it open a bit further to stick your head out. He looked up at you with a sullen expression, making no effort to hide that he was feeling… feeling something.

“You okay Ani?” You asked quietly, sitting on the lip of the window sill despite it being horribly uncomfortable.

“As good as I can be.” He nodded, a plume of smoke wrapping around his head.

“What do you mean?” You asked, watching him tilt his head to the side as he tongued his labret jewelry.

“I mean, I’m as good as I can be.” He said flatly, a face accompanying the words that made you believe there was a hidden meaning beneath them.

“Are you coming inside soon?” You asked softly, your eyebrows swooped up in concern.

“Yeah, just give me a minute.” He nodded, his voice gruff and disinterested. He reached over and squeezed your hand, rubbing your knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

You stayed there a second longer, trying to decipher his mood and his thoughts via body language even though you knew it was useless, it was never easy to get a read on him. Even harder when he was like this. You stood and began to make your way to the bedroom when you heard his voice, softer and more diminutive.

“You do love me. Don’t you?” He asked, his voice melancholic. He wasn’t asking for reassurance, he seemed to be asking as though he genuinely didn’t believe it.

“Yes.” You said firmly, turning to look at him under the faint yellowed street light. “I do love you.” You added just to further confirm it for him.

“You’re sure?” He asked, visibly swallowing.

“Of course I’m sure.” You stepped closer, pulling the blanket tighter around you.

“Good.” He nodded, looking down at the bong he held between his knees, lighting the bowl once more and taking a long pull. He held his breath far longer than you expected him to, letting the thin line of smoke leave his pursed lips slowly, enjoying the lightheaded feeling that addled his brain.

Just as you turned to leave the living room, he called out to you again as if the thoughts swirling in his mind simply wouldn’t let him wait to speak another moment.

“You know how I feel about you, right?” He asked, his icy blue eyes holding a warmth that had been absent during your conversation up till now.

“Yes, I know.” You smiled softly, your body relaxing a bit more.

“You do?” He asked in a worried tone, like he wasn’t convinced you were being completely truthful about it. “I’d do anything for you darlin’, you know that?”

“I know.” You nodded, the smile slipping from your face as it was replaced by something harder and more serious. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked with concern.

“I’m alright doll. Just makin’ sure.” He nodded, his fingers drumming on his thigh as he leaned back on his elbows to tilt his chin up and look to the sky. Murmuring something about how he wished he could see the stars as he shook his head and drug a hand down his face.

Diary Entry:

I’m losing it. I can’t do this. The closer I come to confessing, the sicker I get. Literally sick. I threw up after you went to bed last night. I want to tell you. You already know, but you should hear it from me. I know that. I know it’s unfair to tell you to shut up and leave it alone, but that’s the only thing I can get to leave my fucking mouth.

It’s like I’ve been barred from telling the truth.

My mind just can’t handle the thought you may recoil and run when it’s finally confirmed for you. I guess it’s just my way of protecting myself, but that’s hurtful for you. I’m unfortunately well aware of how hurtful that it is. It was clear on your face tonight.

Twice, I tried to tell you twice. Though all that came out were my worries. I feel strange. Like I've been flattened. Is that normal? I feel like it’s not.

What does it mean?

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Diary Entry:

I feel like an animal. Not just any animal. A beast, of what kind, I’m not sure. I just feel like my skin isn’t sitting right. I don’t know how to let it out. What am I supposed to do? Go fucking nuts?

That’s what I want to do. I feel like I could trash an entire grocery store and I still wouldn’t be out of energy. It’s just boiling up under my skin. I feel like my bones are too big. Look at me, using all these ‘I’ statements. Wouldn’t you know it? They didn’t do shit.

I still feel those things, putting them down on paper and claiming those feelings didn’t do a damn thing but make me feel stupid.

How am I supposed to live my life in limbo? Between stages haven’t ever been something I'm comfortable with. Yet here I am, at the end of the week, still in limbo. Floating around, high stepping to avoid squashing the fragile truce we’ve called. You haven’t asked, I haven’t told.

The words sit on my tongue like acid. I haven’t ever felt like this before, such a strong urge to tell the truth. What have you done to me? I don’t like this. Is this what it’s like to feel a sense of responsibility? If it is, then fuck it. I don’t like it.

My eyes feel goopy. My feet are heavy. My lungs are on fire. My hands are numb. My scalp is tingly. My flesh is too fleshy. My muscles are too meaty. My bones are too big. They’re too big and they want out.

DATE:

Anakin walked to work as slowly as possible. Dragging his sneakers on the sidewalk just to listen to the scraping noise the soles made. He pushed his bottom lip up and sucked the ball of his labret jewelry between his teeth, moving it back and forth with his tongue to add a different sound to occupy his attention.

Anything to quiet his thoughts.

He was jumpy, overwhelmed, nervous. So nervous. His palms sweaty and tingling as he rubbed them across his thighs roughly, friction heating up the denim while it absorbed the moisture.

Finally, he stopped at the employee entrance of the bar. Staring at the solid gray metal, wondering how badly it would hurt in he sprinted head first into it. That would be a good reason to go home… maybe he’d even be able to rattle his brain hard enough that he’d shake the voices right out of his ears.

“Sup?” Trevor asked, walking up behind Anakin and lightly smacking the back of his neck.

“Fuck you man.” Anakin grumbled, startled out of his frozen state to rub the stinging flesh on the back of his neck. His fingers threading through his hair and mussing it up to rouse himself a bit.

“What’s up with your face?” Trevor asked, holding his palm up in front of Anakin’s face and flexing his fingers, actual concern in his voice now that he stood in front of his friend.

“I’m tired.” Anakin said flatly, no reason to elaborate considering it was very clearly the truth. The exhaustion he wore on his face was a heavy weight, making it difficult to mask the stone-like expression that was his default setting.

He couldn’t even muster the energy to blink at a normal speed, his eyelids so weighty it took a conscious effort to lift them. Anakin’s words seemed sullen, as though his very voice were just as meloncholic as his mind.

“Did you sleep at all?” Trevor asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Does it look like I fucking slept?” Anakin snapped.

“No. That’s why I asked, asshole.” Trevor muttered, reaching forward to open the door but Anakin stopped him with a sound he’d never heard him make before.

It was a tiny, audible swallowing sound that appeared to have taken a great effort to produce. It was like Anakin was manually operating himself and wasn’t used to the controls. Trevor turned, glancing back at him and was about to open his mouth before he was interrupted.

“Got any K?” Anakin asked, sounding far away.

“Uh-“ Trevor frowned. He did, of course he did. His bag was in the trunk of his car. “No dude, sold out yesterday… can’t get any until next week.”

“You’re an awful liar.” Anakin’s lip twitched and he pushed past Trevor and threw open the door, clocking in before heading out front.

“April where the hell is my apron and shit?” Anakin grumbled, rifling around beneath the counter where it was supposed to be.

“Laundry day, it’s in the back room.” She reminded him, frowning at his tone and aggressiveness. She shared a look with Trevor, conveying her concern through her eyes. Trevor simply shook his head as if to say ‘Don’t ask’.

“Oh. Right.” Anakin nodded, grunting as he straightened back up and went to retrieve his apron.

The night went on as usual, though Anakin uncharacteristically declined to be the front man on the bar. No taking orders for him, only mixing drinks and cleaning up messes. He didn’t have the mental energy to make his face look polite. He didn’t even have it in him to make it neutral, he wore a scowl that just wouldn’t go away. Not even when he thought of you. If anything, his frown deepen at the mental image of your face.

“No? Actually I was hoping to talk to him.” A female voice with a flirty tone floated through the chatter, causing Anakin to look up and over his shoulder at Trevor.

“You look really familiar.” Trevor said thoughtfully, while Anakin turned back around and pretended not to hear the conversation. Focusing much to hard on cutting limes and lemons. Each chop of the knife louder, harder.

“Yeah, I get that a lot. Guess I just have one of those faces.” She lightly laughed.

Anakin froze. He knew that sound. He hated that sound. He hadn’t ever expected to hear it again. His eye twitched and his grip tightened on the knife handle, slicing a deep groove into the wooden cutting board before using the blade to scrape the fresh citrus into a bowl.

Anakin grabbed the edge of his apron and wiped the blade as he turned around to face the direction of the offending voice. Locking eyes with a woman he hoped he’d never meet in public. Reaching behind him, he jammed the blade tip onto the wood, the metal vibrating up through the handle from the force of it.

“This lady says she knows you.” Trevor thumbed toward the dark haired, brown eyed woman in dress clothes.

“She doesn’t know shit about me,” Anakin snapped, walking over to the bar top and leaning forward. “what the fuck are you doing at my work?” He growled.

“No reason to be so hostile, I didn’t even realize you worked here. I just thought I’d say hello.” She said with faux politeness.

“Is that right?” Anakin gritted his teeth, rapping his knuckles against the slick surface of the bar. “Hello and goodbye.”

“You missed your call, confirmation of your next appointment.” She said matter of factly.

“Say one more word and I will call the licensing board.” Anakin’s lip curled up in anger, stepping back slightly as he remembered there was a camera watching his movements. He couldn’t be caught acting aggressively on tape.

“Pretty sure you’re breaking some kind of law by being here, talking about confidential shit.” He said in a calm voice that was almost more chilling than the grit that came along with his anger. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Anakin, there’s really no need-“ Trevor began and was swiftly interrupted.

“Trevor, I’ll be taking a break now. If this person isn’t gone by the time I come back, I’ll be quitting and finding somewhere else to work.” He said matter of factly, taking off his apron and tossing it underneath the counter before storming off into the backroom, leaving Trevor and April in complete confusion.

“Sorry, um… here’s your margarita.” Trevor said awkwardly. “On the house for the trouble.”

“It’s really no problem.” She shook her head and waved him off, allowing him to tend to other customers.

Meanwhile out in the back, Anakin paced back and forth, wondering what the hell he could do to get out of this situation. How dare she? That damn know it all bitch. Did she search through his personal information? What the hell kind of professional would do that? Exactly why women shouldn’t work in a field like hers.

Research. He needed to do some research.

He pulled his phone from his back pocket, thumbs hovering over the keyboard after tapping the search bar in Safari. Unsure of what to type, not even certain if he -should- attempt to look for answers to the questions floating around his skull. Anakin decided to switch gears, rubbing his face before logging into an app he hadn’t used in a while.

‘Long time, no see.’ He typed, scoffing to himself as he erased it.

‘Do me a favor-‘ Nope, no good either. He couldn’t be that direct about it after going into hiding from you.

“Fuck this.” He grumbled, tugging at his hair with one hand as he sucked on his labret jewelry, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “Stupid bitch isn’t worth the trouble anyway. Right? Some damn doctor.”

Anakin stormed back inside the bar’s employee entrance, walking through the back room before popping his head around the door frame that led behind the bar. He didn’t see her anymore, but he did see a very stern faced April waiting for him with his apron.

“Don’t give me shit right now okay?” Anakin growled, snatching the apron and tying it on.

“What is your problem?” April hissed, clasping her hand around his arm, pushing him into the backroom.

“The hell? What is *your* problem?” Anakin shot back impatiently.

“You’re not yourself. Not to mention whatever the fuck that was with that lady!” April whisper yelled.

“Not your damn problem. Get back and let me go back to work.” He huffed, trying to shoulder his way past her.

“Absolutely not. That woman is still out there, thought you were going to quit if she was here when you got back.” She challenged him with a scowl.

“Whatever, I’m not letting some dumb whore drive me away from my job.” Anakin muttered tiredly, running a hand through his hair before crossing his arms.

“I figured as much.” April said with a tone of voice that seemed almost relieved. “Look, I don’t know what your deal is, but I need you to get it dealt with okay?”

“Jesus, why’s everyone on my ass lately?” Anakin barked, a little too loudly, catching the attention of one or two bar patrons. April sighed and shut the back room door for privacy.

“Because we’re worried about you!” She said seriously.

“No one asked you to be!” He yelled back, clenching his left hand into a fist. He brought it up to April’s face and slowly unfurled his pointer finger to poke her forehead with more force than necessary. “My girl is the only person who has the right to worry about me. Okay? And she knows I’m doing just fine.”

“Really? You’re sure? Because I thought friends were supposed to look out for each other.” April retorted, unconvinced by Anakin’s words and display.

“You’re not my fucking friend. You’re my coworker.” He snarled, untying his apron once more and dropping it to the ground. “I don’t have to listen to whatever speech you and Trevor cooked up. Can you handle the bar by yourselves tonight? Cause I can’t be here right now.”

“Why not? Too big a pussy to let us see some bitch get under your skin?” She taunted him, leaning forward. “Bet your little girlfriend would be real disappointed in her man if she knew that’s all it took to make you give up your own stomping grounds.”

“Shut the hell your mouth.” He growled out, teeth bared like a dog prepared to bite. “Get the fuck out of my way.” Anakin pushed past her and took long strides to reach his station at the bar, washing up and going straight back to work like he hadn’t just thrown a hissy fit. He couldn’t allow a woman to put him in his place, especially when that woman wasn’t you.

Meanwhile you laid on the couch at home in the comfort of your apartment. It’d be relaxing if not for the pile of laundry that seemed to never end. Taking a break had turned into an hour long rest with your feet kicked up and the tv blaring some nonsense. It was nice to have nothing to think about for the time being. No worries about Ghost or Anakin, both of them, one of them? Are they a them? No. He’s not. He’s one man.

One man who split himself in two.

How hard would it be to sew those halves back together? Could it even be done? Or had the separation caused a major divide within him, like magnets repelling each other. Sure, they can get close, but they may never click into place again like they were meant to.

You wouldn’t know until you tried. If you could convince him to allow it. But that seemed impossible at the moment, considering how he wouldn’t even entertain the possibility of a conversation about it…

There you go, worrying about it all again. Your mind never allowed you much peace anymore. Things used to be so much simpler, gods how you missed that. The warmth of Anakin when he would come home and hold you. The searing heat of Ghost’s eyes burning into your flesh. Both tangible. Both completely different.

They were oil and water at the beginning, repelling each other with all their strength, but even oil and water can be mixed if shaken well enough. There’ll still be small bubbles of oil, floating around the water, but it wouldn’t be nearly as cumbersome as an entire layer of oil skimming the surface of the water. It’d be more manageable, for the both of you.

One side of him was certain to catch fire. Though at this point you weren’t sure which. The well put together and loving boyfriend? Or the masked man who’s made it his mission to have you no matter what, a masked man who always carries a knife and never missed an opportunity to show you that he’s in charge?

“I need a drink.” You groaned, rubbing beneath your eyes to find that your body had betrayed you, small water droplets of salty tears sat in the corner of your eyes. You stretched and shook your head, disappointed in your own inability to keep yourself off the edge of the path you believed you were meant to take.

Your own path. One you could stroll down without worrying about anything at all, because the man you loved would be right behind you. The path lined with lillies of all colors, bright and clear skys, rolling waves of grasses in the distance, beauty as far as the eye can see. All yours. You just had to find it first.

Reaching the kitchen cabinet, you hesitated when seeing the wine glasses. There’s no reason you should use one. No one is home but you, it’s not like it’s practical to use anyway, especially if you’re planning on consuming enough to make a horse drunk. Lightly tapping the cabinet door, you halfway closed it and spun around to grab a wine bottle from the fridge, a delicious deep red.

Then, you swung your arm out to grip the handle of your favorite travel mug. The pretty patterned one that held almost a whole Brita pitcher of water. With the cork squeaking out from the place it was wedged in the neck of the wine bottle, you smiled to yourself, giving it one more tug. Finally graced with the glorious ‘bup-pop’ of the cork coming loose, you poured yourself a generous dose of big girl juice and snapped the lid down onto your cup.

You leaned down, sipping the cold red wine with vigor through the light pink straw. With the handle firmly in your grasp, you shuffled back to the couch and wrapped yourself in a blanket, deciding to choose a movie to watch. Kicking your feet up carelessly onto the coffee table, not even batting an eye at the pile of folded clothes that slid off into the floor. You weren’t in cleaning mode anymore, you were in ‘me time’ mode now. Focused solely on getting as drunk as a skunk.

“Dude, at this point I think I should probably just… I don’t know, skip town and go to the Bahamas.” You muttered, clicking your tongue rapidly to summon your four legged friend for emotional support and the valuable input she might be able to give.

As she curled up and purred against your leg, you sighed, scratched between her ears. The soft fur there was like a velvety worry-stone, petting her gave you a little peace among the storm raging inside of you.

“What do you think?” You asked, voice quiet and soft. Your tongue poking out the corner of your mouth to pull the straw in your big cup toward you. Taking a big swig of the wine, you sighed dramatically, letting yourself relax against the cushions of the couch.

Taking the tip of your cat’s ear between your fingers, you rubbed the soft, thin cartilage. Fur as smooth as the world’s softest moleskin; her ear twitching between the pads of your fingers.

“Could you be helpful, please?” You groaned, futile as it was, you almost wished that she’d meow in response, you’d even take a smack to the face. It would be better than the outward silence mixing in with the swirling vortex of conflicting opinions settling in your throat.

“So, it’s like this, right?” You sat up a little straighter, both hands on the cup between your palms. “You knew him before me. So it’s your fault for not telling me. We could’ve avoided all this fuss if you’d just moved those whiskers.”

”I don’t even wanna speak to you right now.” You huffed, holding up your cup with one hand to keep from dropping it while you went limp and let yourself slide down onto the floor, your legs beneath the coffee table. ”Just sit up there and keep being a sneaky little bitch.”

”Can’t believe you. Fraternizing with the… enemy? For so long!” You whipped your head around leaning back against the front of the couch and resting your head near her stomach. “You let him into the house! Aren’t pets supposed to be protective? It’s all your fault.” You sniffled, not yet realizing your eyes were watering.

”I’m too tired to even hold my head up to watch this stupid shit.” You scowled, angrily wiping away a tear that leaked out. Grabbing the remote, you turned it off, purposely knocking off the rest of the clothes from the coffee table. You weaseled your upper body beneath the glass coffee table, unlocking your phone to lay it screen down on the glass to comfortably watch your silly little shit while you laid there like a lazy dog. Just as you got comfortable, you realized the flaw in this plan was your big cup with its big straw. You’d have to turn your head to drink your wine and that just wasn’t going to work.

”Oh my god!” You huffed, pushing against the front of the couch and you straightened out on the rug, coming out from under the coffee table on the other side. Clumsily clamoring to a standing position, you trudged to the kitchen cabinet, searching for a different cup.

Funny how you had the energy to find a more suitable drinking glass, but not the energy to tilt your head to the side or look at the actual tv screen. Priorities, you supposed, rolling your neck on your shoulders after craning it to reach high into the cabinet. Out of all the options, none of them fit the bill for your needs. Melting to the cold tile in the kitchen, you slid into a kindling position with your forehead pressed against the cool stainless steel of the dishwasher. You rested there for a moment before shuffling on your knees to the fridge, pulling it open to grab the bag of shredded cheese.

There, in the door of the fridge, you found a perfect solution to your ‘drinking problem’. A Gatorade bottle with a twisty top. Snatching it up, you stood a bit too quickly and dizzied yourself, swaying on your feet as you grabbed an empty cup to pour the Gatorade out into. Without even rinsing the bottle, you transferred the wine over and snapped the lid back in place on your adult sippy cup. You made it back to the coffee table before having to spin around and go back, closing the door of the fridge.

Settled beneath the glass coffee table, a blanket over your lower half where you’d propped your legs up onto the couch, you turned the Gatorade bottle up and took a long pull of wine from the small opening, squeezing the bottle’s side to squirt more into your mouth before you swallowed and used your opposite hand to sprinkle shredded cheese over your open lips.

After a while of rinse and repeating these actions, your cat settled into a loaf position above you on the glass tabletop. She looked down at you with a judgemental stare, silently scolding you for the way you were acting.

“Don’t you dare judge me.” You coughed out, covering your eyes with the crook of your elbow over your face. “You’re just as bad as me! All it took was a few treats and you made friends with a fucking serial killer!” You sobbed, full chest heaving breaths that caught in your throat halfway down.

“Hello mental institution, take me away!” You wailed in hysterics, the last of your composure and majority of your sanity leaked out along with the tears pooling on the floor beneath your head at a rapid rate. “I’m an idiot who willingly let herself be an accomplice to murder! I’ve killed a man! I thought I was cheating on my boyfriend and I was totally okay doing it! Turns out I was cheating on my boyfriend, WITH my boyfriend! Who kills people! For fun!”

”While I’m confessing my sins I may as well do them all, huh?” You said aggressively to whatever powers that may be listening, if any at all existed.

“In first grade, I blamed Todd for killing the class fish, but it was my fault!” You sniffled, wiping snot across your face. “I put soap in the filter, a whole shit load of it!”

”When I was in fourth grade, I hit this girl with my mountain bike while going down the big hill near our house. Totally gross, peeled off part of her knee skin.” You took a halting breath, washing down the bile that threatened to crawl up your throat with a quick chug of wine. “I said it was an accident, but I did it on purpose cause I hated her for getting the Lizzie McGuire makeup thingy before I did, and when I finally got it, she ATE my damn chapstick like a fuckin’ lunatic! Who does that?”

”I worked hard at that stupid, sweaty fucking yard sale to get enough cash for the damn thing and when I get to show it off to her and prove I was just as good as she was, she said, ‘mm the strawberry one tastes good, can i have it?’. What the fuck? She just grabbed it and rolled it up and ate it like a toddler eating a glue stick.” You scoffed, hiccuping before shoving a small handful of shredded cheese in your mouth, complete with the salty tang of the palm sweat that came along with a mental breakdown.

Sure, you had a little bout of lunacy when you killed that guy, in self defense, you reminded yourself. But this was completely different. You didn’t crawl into yourself and hide away. No. It was like all this emotional turmoil was boiling you from the inside out and the only way to save yourself was to pull the lid off the pot and pray it didn’t spill over the sides.

“Luke’s cat.” You sobbed, curling up and rolling onto your side. “I just couldn’t stand seeing him so…” A long, self loathing groan left your lips. Your mouth open but lips connected by a thin line of saliva.

It was nearly two in the morning by the time Anakin left work. He was tired. Angry. Irritated. All he wanted was to go home and sink himself inside that velvet cunt waiting for him there. Alas, as a man with shit to do, he had to get that shit done. Passing by the apartment building, he paused in the middle of the road, lightly tapping the breaks when he realized your apartment’s lights were still on.

“Still up?” He furrowed his brows, pulling his phone from the cup holder of his car before remembering he’d gotten rid of the cameras. “Damn.” He muttered, shaking his head and cutting the wheel hard to the right, whipping into the parking lot to shut the car off and make his way up the fire escape to take a peek in your window.

What he found was a shock, to say the least. He’d never seen you in such a state before and if it weren’t for the loud and clear snores bouncing off the walls and into his ears, he’d have thought you were dead. Sprawled out on the rug, a dark red stain by your head and a Gatorade squeeze bottle of wine in your hand, clutched to your chest like a teddy bear. You’d drunk yourself to sleep. He couldn’t believe it. He was absolutely floored.

He knocked on the window with the back of his hand, loudly, hoping to stir you awake. Your slumbering body didn’t even flinch.

”Fuck me running.” He mumbled under his breath. He hated having a change in his plans, but what kind of monster would leave their girl in such a state without helping?

With a huff, he trudged back down the steps and slid down the ladder at the bottom, landing on booted feet with a grunt. What happened to the Anakin who was always prepared? The Anakin that carried all the tools he needed, he cursed at himself as he stomped toward the door, typing in the door code only to have it flash red at him.

“The fuck?” He breathed out, tugging on the door handle before typing in the code again. Flashing red light glowed in the darkness of the early morning hours once again. “Are you FUCKIN” kidding me?” He barked, pulling the door handle hard enough that the entire door rattled when he released it.

Pulling out his phone, he glanced down at the date. The door code had changed that morning. As it did on time, every time. Only, he was so in his head that he had completely forgotten about it. When did he begin to unravel like this? He should’ve never forgotten something like that, he simply shouldn’t have. He’s… he’s HIM. Angrily, he kicked the bottom of the door and called up the super for the building.

”Can you give me the new door code? I forgot to check on my way out.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose when the super asked his name. “Skywalker. Don’t you have all your tenet’s numbers?” He scoffed.

“Security stuff.” The super replied sleepily, obviously annoyed at having been woken up. “What’s the… key number?” He sniffed.

Anakin looked down at his key reading the engraved number on his apartment key. “Z3287.”

“5309.” With that said, the call dropped and Anakin heard the line go dead on the other end. Typing the new door code into the keypad while muttering under his breath. He jogged up the steps to your apartment and walked in, taking in the very strong scent of spilled wine.

“Okay.” He sighed, kicking off his shoes and locking the door behind him. He walked over and pulled you out from under the coffee table by hooking his hands under your armpits.

“Up we go doll.” He grunted, pulling you into his arms while he crouched down to gather up your limp body. “Goin’ to bed. Like you should’ve done earlier.” He murmured, kissing your forehead.

Once in your room he laid you on the bed, going to the dresser to retrieve a clean set of pajamas. He tossed them on the bed and grudgingly went across the hall to the bathroom, grabbing a wash cloth and wetting it. Wringing it out, he set to work on cleaning up your face, neck and hands. But before he could gently wipe at your cheek, he got a really good look at your face.

”Who made you cry?” He asked, grabbing your chin to turn your head from one side to the other.

He was gentle with his grip, not really asking the questions in hopes you’d answer. He didn’t want to acknowledge that he might’ve been the cause behind your sorry state. Clicking his tongue, he went back to work, gently wiping your face.

“Alright doll, let’s get you out of these.” He grunted, trying to be gentle with your limp form as he pulled off your shirt and tugged down your shorts and panties.

He paused, tempted to…

No. No. Not right now. He’s busy. Anakin reminded himself that this was only a pit stop. He had an errand to run.

“C’mon babydoll.” He grunted, trying his best to be gentle as he dressed you, but you seemed even more limp and ragged than you did the night he drugged you. Were you really that drunk? That tired? “Work with me here sweetheart.”

”Quit.” You muttered in your sleep, your arm flopping over the edge of the mattress to dangle like a noodle.

”Feisty brat even in your sleep, huh?” He chuckled lightly, pulling you toward the middle of the bed to make sure you didn’t roll off in your deep slumber.

”Ghost?” You halfway lifted up your head and slurred the single word so badly it was almost intelligible, your eyes still completely shut.

Anakin froze, his hand recoiling from your body like you’d scorched his fingertips. He didn’t speak, standing completely still, unconsciously holding his breath to keep as silent as possible. It felt like a full day had passed by the time your body lost it’s tension and melted back into the deep sleep you were in before he’d startled you.

After that, Anakin hit the floor running, making a quick escape through the front door so quickly he almost failed to make sure your door was locked. He absolutely could not let you catch him there, he didn’t want to explain himself and he really didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that you were asking for the facet of himself he was tucking into his back pocket.

“Come on.” Anakin groaned in annoyance, smacking his right cheek lightly to keep himself awake. It was nearly 3:30 AM and he hadn’t had a wink of sleep. He’d been high wired since he started his shift at the bar nearly 9 hours ago.

Currently he was fighting his sleepiness tooth and nail with a Monster Energy and chain-smoking until his new pack of cigarettes were down to just three left. The home in front of him was on the outer west side of the city, a nicer subdivision, one he hadn’t even known existed until that night. Such a nice subdivision that he had to park nearly a block away and walk around the brick barrier and wrought iron gate to enter through the bushes continuing the barrier to prevent unwanted vehicles in the area.

The home was brick, two stories. A modern structure with huge floor to ceiling windows in the living room. Only a pretentious bitch like this one would want a feature that showed off the uncomfortable and ugly, yet presumably expensive furniture, decor and fireplace in the living area.

“God this is so fuckin’ boring.” He huffed impatiently. This stakeout was lackluster compared to the countless nights he spent watching you. It was exciting, fulfilling, giving him purpose.

This just felt like a job, a stupid chore that he just had to get done.

Each house here was protected by a high quality security system. Cameras, motion sensors, automatic locks and door codes. To add to the safety features, there was also a CCTV camera fitted to every fifth street light. All provided by the same security company: Westside Watch. This made Anakin’s plan easier in someways, extremely difficult in others.

Once he’d completed his scan of the area and jotted down his findings, he stood up, knees crackling in protest when he stretched and shoved his laptop back into his bag.

“Baby, just go back to sleep.” Anakin grumbled, swatting your hand away as you tried to wake him up for the fourth time that morning.

“It’s 11:00, are you sick?” You said in a quiet voice, the back of your hand coming down to feel his forehead for the second time. He didn’t stop you this time, letting you feel that his temperature was normal.

”I’m just tired.” He huffed. “Up late.” He mumbled, falling asleep before he could take another breath.

Around 3:00 in the afternoon, Anakin finally emerged from the bedroom, looking like a hermit who hadn’t seen the sun in over a year. His hair was stuck to the nape of his neck and forehead, plastered there with sweat. Circles under his eyes so dark it looked like he’d forgotten to wash off his usual light touch of under eye kohl.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Ani.” You snickered, standing up from the nest you’d made of pillows and blankets on the couch.

“Ha-ha, you’re so funny it hurts.” He grumbled. Clearly he was still much too tired for conversation.

”Do me a solid sweetheart.” He sighed, rubbing his hands together. “I need a fuckin’… beer and a fuckin’ McGriddle.”

”That’s… unfortunately not something I can do.” You said, picking up your phone from the couch arm to show him the time.

”No way.” He snorted, in disbelief that he’d slept so late. “Shit, I was set on that for breakfast.”

”I can make pancakes and sausage?” You offered apologetically. “It’s basically-“

”It’s so not ‘basically’ the same thing.” He groaned, running a hand down his face and bending backwards, back arching as he stretched his arms out behind his head. “I suppose I could be persuaded to eat it, since you’ll be the one making ‘em.” He gave you a small uptick of his lips, not really a smile, not really a smirk.

”I can do that.” You nodded, pleased to see he was slowly coming out of his grumpiness.

“Thanks babydoll.” He roughly tugged you against him, his hand on the back of your head as he gave you a peck on the forehead. “Gotta go shower, I reek.”

“Only a little.” You snorted. Though it wasn’t really truthful. You were armpit height to him and it was abundantly clear he’d sweat like he was running a marathon in his sleep.

Once he was fresh and clean, he walked through the apartment in just his boxers, plopping himself down onto the couch, manspreading and claiming ownership of the remote.

“Would you hate me if I smoked inside?” He asked suddenly. Leaning forward with a loan grunt to swipe his nearly empty pack of cigarettes.

“No…” You shook your head, plating the ‘breakfast’ you’d made, giving him a generous amount of syrup in a small dip cup. “You feeling okay?”

”Just… y-yeah.” He cleared his throat, lighting one up and taking a long drag, the red hot cherry crawling up the end of the paper casing. “Can’t be bothered to go out. I’d have to put on clothes, fuckin’ cold out there.”

“True,” You nodded, accepting out without further question as you slid the plate down onto the low glass table in front of him. “Still want beer?”

”Of course.” He said, the tone of his words making it sound like he was answering a stupid question.

“Hey, did you ever hear from that realtor friend of Luke or whatever?” He asked curiously, tearing off a piece of pancake to dip into the syrup.

“No, not yet.” You shook your head, giving him a raised eyebrow, trying to prompt him to elaborate on his line of thinking.

“When we start looking, lets try some subdivisions, yeah?” He said, clearly not planning to look for anything else.

“Why?” You asked, kind of surprised by his response. You knew he grew up in one but you had remembered he didn’t particularly like it.

”Safety reasons, most of ‘em are like gated communities, good security and stuff.” He shrugged like he hadn’t been researching them last night.

“I mean, I appreciate your concern for safety but I’m not super keen on having close neighbors.” You said, a slight grimace on your face as you cuddled up next to him while he ate.

“Well too bad, you’re gonna be the brunch mom and I’ll be the cul-de-sac cook-out dad.” He snorted, one cheek puffed up as he chewed his food. “It’ll be fine.”

You frowned, really not amused by his lighthearted response. This was your house too and you wanted input on where it was and what it looked like. You’d be spending hundreds of dollars on it each month in payments. It was baffling that Anakin was being so nonchalant and passive about finding the home you’d raise your kids in.

“I can hear you breathing like you’re annoyed.” He mumbled, tugging a lock of your hair.

“I am annoyed.” You huffed, swatting his hand away from your hair.

“Just give it a try, would you?” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “I wanna take a look at the layout and stuff. Most of those homes are built by the same contractors. They all have a similar layout.”

”I’m not asking you to just let me have full reign over it. Jesus, you’ll have your opinion considered.” He shook his head in irritation, not liking you were questioning his wishes.

“Look, even if you do hate the idea of living in a gated community, seeing the houses, floor plans, it’ll be good for getting ideas on the kind of place we want. You know?” He explained, trying to keep his voice on the encouraging side.

“I just don’t like that you want the decision making to be left up to you.” You muttered, sitting up and crossing your arms.

“Would you want a child in charge of house hunting?” He snapped at you, gesturing to your defensive posture.

“Tell me you didn’t just say that.” You glared at him.

“I said it and I meant it. Act like an adult and I’ll give you adult privileges; like having an opinion.” He said, tone snarky and frustrated. Obviously he hadn’t shook off all his shitty attitude.

”Maybe we’ll find a place you really love, you won’t know until we go looking. If you really fuckin’ hate the subdivision thing, maybe we can steal one of the house plans of a place you like and build elsewhere.” He said, grabbing you by the inner thigh to tug you back over to him, making sure you stay close despite being upset with him.

Diary Entry:

Can’t you just listen? God you were really pushing back on me today. I was giving you options and not a damn one of them was good enough.

I just want to be able to get a feel for the layout, alright? It’ll make my life easier. I’ll be able to touch the security system panel, familiarize myself with the physical version, rather than the digital diagram. I shouldn’t have to explain myself all the damn time. Act right.

PART TWENTY TWO

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₊˚⊹♡ His First

Virgin!Anakin Skywalker/F!Reader

₊˚⊹♡Warning(s): NSFW(18+ ONLY|MDNI), Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Play(On Anakin and Reader), Vanilla Sex, Whiny!Virgin!Anakin(He's honestly kinda subby), Spit as Lube, Very Light Dirty Talk, Creampie, and Slight Aftercare.

Summary: Anakin, your best friend, complains to you about the constant brags from the Clones. They constantly talk and gloat about the sex they have had while on Coruscant, but Anakin isn't able to offer his own stories due to him being a virgin.

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The quiet huff of laughter that you give is enough for Anakin to lift his head from his arms to glare at you. It’s not that you are trying to be mean about the situation, it’s just you never thought Anakin would be so upset about his men on the 501 having sex while on Coruscant. It’s not like they have been caught with the people in their barracks or have had any complaints made. You can’t wrap your head around why Anakin was so exasperated by the gloating his men do on occasions. 

“I am confused, that’s all.” You say with a soft smile. 

“Confused about what?” His voice is muffled as he buries his head into his arms again.

“Why it bothers you so much that the boys are sleeping around. It’s not like they let it affect their focus on the field or anything so why stress?” You tilt your head as you hear his muffled voice get quieter. “Anakin, I can’t hear you.”

“It’s not that…”

“Then what is it, Ani?”

He gives a heavy sigh as he lifts his head and gives you a deadpan look, “I’m jealous.” Before you could ask, he keeps talking. “I’m jealous that they have all these stories to share and I don’t have any to share.”

“So you feel left out during locker-room talk?” You tease before growing sincere. “Ani, who cares if you can’t share anything during sex conversations.”

“I care!”

“Then go get laid!”

“I can’t just go fuck a random person!” He declared loudly back before gasping and giving you a large grin. “You should sleep with me!”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because we are best friends and best friends help each other out.”

“Yeah… With helping them move or with planning a party.”

Anakin shrugs, “I don’t need to move or plan a party so you can help me with this.”

“I am not sleeping with you, Anakin!”

“Why not?”

You struggle to find what to exactly say, different noises and words leaving your mouth along with the occasional scoff. The issue is that you really don’t know why you shouldn’t but it just feels like you should most likely NOT sleep with your best friend and fellow Jedi Knight. To make it worse, the smug look on Anakin’s face tells you that he already knows he won the argument.

“Why me?” You ask instead of giving some bullshit excuse. 

“You’re my closest friend. I’m comfortable and trust you with something like this. I get that sure, it’s just sex but I don’t want it to be someone random.” He interrupts you as you go to speak, “don’t act like you’ve never had a “no-strings attached” sex before.”

As you two stare at each other, you can’t argue with his reason. You have had a little bit of a friends with benefits relationship with someone before, you never told him who but you’ve told him about it… You aren’t sure how he would react if he knew it was Commander Wolffe, given this all spawned because of similar men bragging about their sexcapades. Besides, Anakin isn’t hard on the eyes and it's been a while since the last time you’ve slept with someone.

“Okay, I’ll take your virginity.” You say with a teasing grin.

“You really had to say it like that?”

“Hey, I’m doing you a favor! It’s only fair that I tease you a little.”

Anakin rolls his eyes before an eager look appears on his face, “so do we start now?”

Looking towards the clock on the wall of his room on the ship, you guys have time before you land planet side. Now that you think of it, it has only been an hour since you, Anakin, and both your platoons had boarded the ship so you have plenty of time.

“We do have the time,” you say coyly

Anakin smiles before sitting up right on his bed that you two were chatting on, this lets him be side by side with you. It feels very Padawan-like, sitting on the bed both with your legs crossed and leaning sideways towards each other to have your first kiss. You almost feel like if you are too loud, both your masters might barge in and catch you doing something you KNOW you shouldn’t. However, it all leaves your mind as Anakin presses his lips against yours softly, testing the waters before he tries anything more.

You press your lips against Anakin’s more firmly while your hand comes up to cradle the side of his jaw. As the kiss between the two of you grows to be more passionate, tongues teasing one another, Anakin leans forward and gently nudges you to start laying back. The bed sinks beside your head more as he puts his weight onto his hands while hovering above you at an awkward angle. Grabbing onto his hips, you tug at him to try and bring him fully on top of you. Anakin gets the hint and moves one of his knees between your legs, having you spread your legs with him between them.

Anakin pulls away from your lips and breathlessly says your name, only for you to give a quiet hum for him to continue speaking. “Can I keep going?”

You give him a smile before nodding your head, only to gasp as he dives into your neck. His lips are warm and slightly wet from your shared spit, sending a pleasant shiver through your body. You tilt your head to the side, letting Anakin lavish your neck with kisses, bites, and licks as you slide your hand up his nightshirt. Anakin’s stomach tenses as your hands gently explore his skin, thumbing over various scars, blemishes before riding up the bumps of his abs. A grin grows on your face as you feel the subtle twitch of his hips as you grow closer to his nipples.

“Is this okay?” You ask while giving his right nipple a feather-like brush with the tips of your finger.

Anakin gives a whine as he nods his head, pressing his chest against your hands while his lips move from one side of your neck to the other. You tilt your head to the other side and start to play with his nipples. One hand pinches the hardened bud and the other is kinder while gently rubbing the bud in circles. Anakin’s hips start to thrust forward in small movements before he ends up thrusting against your clothed cunt. 

The muffled ‘oh’ that leaves Anakin makes you freeze for a moment but you don’t have time to ask the question that has now entered your mind as he starts to grind his clothed bulge against you. It takes only a few moments of the slow dry humping before Anakin starts to move his kisses down your neck. He gets to the neckline of your own nightshirt and pulls away to look up at you, silently asking for permission to take it off. The shirt is removed before you can finish nodding, giving the fellow Jedi a clear view of your bare chest as you bring your arms back to rub his sides gently. 

Anakin has SEEN a nude woman before but not in a situation like this. Not when he is able, is expected, to touch, lick, and indulge himself on the warm skin. His eyes flick up to see your face, only to have your curious eyes looking back at him. You smile softly as you see his cheeks start to turn red, making him become bashful. He quickly looks back down to your breast, his eyes bouncing between the two as if to decide on which he wants to toy with first.

The decision is quickly made as he moves his body lower to get his lips around your left nipple. A sigh leaves your mouth as you tilt your head back, your fingers threading through his hair. You are surprised by how gentle he is, knowing how hot headed the man can be, but he gives soft sucks and light licks to your sensitive nipple. Anakin is still giving slight grinds against your legs as he moves between each nipple. His time with your chest is shorter than you thought it would be as he is already kissing down your stomach towards the hem of your sleep trousers. 

“Are you sure about this?” Anakin asks while looking up at you through his lashes as he rubs his bottom lip along the waistline of your trousers.

“Of course, Ani.”

You lift your hips up as Anakin tugs on your trousers, letting him get you completely naked. Anakin tosses the piece of clothing to the side and sits back on his hunches, drinking in your form for a moment. His eyes meet yours for a moment before looking back down once you nod, his body moving even lower on the bed so he is faced with your cunt. Again, Anakin has SEEN a vagina before… In adult videos but never in-person.

Taking a deep breath, he moves to gently pet your wet slit and watches as he sees you give a small clench. Anakin uses his thumbs to spread you open, letting him see you fully. He swallows thickly as he brings one of his thumbs over to rub shyly at your clit. You give a soft sigh at the small burst of pleasure you feel from his touch. While you would love for him to be more firm, you stay still to let Anakin explore as he wants. 

Anakin decides that he is ready to move forward, sliding his thumb down from your clit to your opening. He teases your entrance for a moment before moving to slowly slide his index finger into your pussy. His eyes stay on your face this time as he begins to move his one finger in and out of your warmth quicker, making sure you are enjoying everything. 

“You can add another,” you say breathlessly. While his finger is barely a stretch for you, you are still struggling to control your breathing as his touches are unconsciously teasing. 

Your head falls back against the pillow as he pushes another finger into your cunt, finally feeling a bit of fullness. Anakin stays with his slow pace as he moves his two fingers in and out, however he moves his thumb to start rubbing at your clit once again. The rolling of your hips lets him know that he can add another finger, finally getting you ready for his cock.

After a few minutes of his three fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt and his thumb growing firmer and quicker on your clit, Anakin looks up at your face again with wide eyes. “Do you think you’re ready for my cock?”

His question shouldn’t make you clench or whine the way you do but you can’t help the pleasure that zaps through you at his words. Anakin, easily sensing that you liked that, moves his fingers in and out of your cunt quicker as he waits for your answer.

“Don’t you want like a blowjo-” a whine from Anakin cuts off your question.

“Won’t last.” He gives a strained chuckle, “feeling your pussy on my fingers has me so close already. The second you wrap those pretty lips around me, I’ll be cumming.” Anakin moves up to nuzzle his nose against your cheek as he keeps fucking you with his fingers. “Please let me fuck you.”

“Okay, Ani. You,” your eyes flutter as Anakin presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, “you can fuck me now.”

Anakin is quick to move his lips to your own, kissing you sloppily as he slowly pulls out his fingers from your aching pussy. You tug on his bottom lip with your teeth as he leans back to start to work off his clothing. Noticing that his eyes are staying on your own naked body, you decide to be a bit of a tease. With a soft smile, you bring your left hand up to cup your left breast, your fingers pinching and rubbing at your nipple while your right hand reaches down to rub slow circles on your clit.

The moan that leaves Anakin’s mouth sounds pained as he moves quicker, his need to sink his cock into a cunt for the first time becoming too much. You feel your stomach flip as you see his cock for the first time, your cunt clenching as you give a breathy moan. Anakin spits in his hand before wrapping it around his aching flushed cock. Both of you watch the other as you pleasure yourselves while Anakin slicks himself up.

A shocked noise leaves you as Anakin suddenly lets go of his cock and leans back over you, bringing one of your ankles to hang over his shoulder as he holds himself over you with a hand beside your head. Anakin uses his other hand to bring his tip to your pussy, slowly circling against you as your wetness leaks more. He tilts his head as he plays with your entrance with his cock; one moment pinching your pussy lips together while sliding his cock up and down your slit, the next rubbing your clit with his tip in quick swipes, then dipping his tip inside your weeping cunt before pulling back.

“Anakin, please.” You arch your back as you try to press down onto his cock.

The other Jedi’s eyes snap up to yours with a look of shock, as if he didn’t even realize he was basically tormenting you. He mumbles his sorrys as he finally starts to push his cock inside of your warmth. Your mouth drops open as he keeps pushing forward, the burn of his cock stretching you making your moan come out choked. Anakin’s eyes are stuck on the way your pussy is swallowing his cock, his hand on the bed squeezing harder and his now free hand gripping your waist. 

A slight wince leaves you as he goes further than his fingers did, making his eyes jump back to your face. Before you can tell him it’s okay, Anakin stops moving, now scared that he is hurting you.

“It’s okay,” you can see he doesn’t fully believe you, making you give him a sultry smile. “You’re just so big, Ani.” His cock twitches inside you at your words, “please keep moving. Want it all inside me.”

The arm beside your head trembles slightly as Anakin starts to move once more, finally pushing the rest of his cock into your pussy. You bite back a whine as he stills again with his cock nestled into your tight warm cunt for the first time. A whimper does end up leaving your mouth as it fully dawns on you; this is the first pussy Anakin has ever been in. Your pussy, is the first pussy Anakin Skywalker has ever been in and for some reason it has your skin burning.

“Ani?” His response is a choked noise, making you clench around him tighter. “How does your first pussy feel?”

Anakin drops his head to rest beside yours, his forehead digging into the pillow as he gives a loud whiny moan. Your hands come up to grip onto his back as you feel a small tremors of pleasure run through you from his pelvis grinding against your clit as he moves.

“So good, so fucking good.”

You gasp as he starts to pull his hips back, dragging his cock against your aching walls before pushing forward to fill you back up. Anakin tightens his grip on your hip as he continues with the slow pace of back and forth thrusts. It feels good, amazing even, but you know that you won’t be able to cum from such a gentle pace.

Turning your head, you rub your lips against the shell of his ear as he keeps his face on your shoulder. “Go faster, Ani, please fuck me faster. It’ll feel so good, baby.”

Anakin nods against your shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss there as he starts to thrust his hips back and forth quicker, making his cock fuck into your cunt faster. The room quickly fills with only moans, whines, the squelch of your wetness, and the dull slapping of your skin against Anakins. Your arms fall away as Anakin finally rises to rest on his knees, both of his hands gripping your hips now as he pulls you forward to meet his thrusts. 

The sight of your tits bouncing with his thrusts has Anakin starting to fuck into your harder, making you grip his wrists to keep you grounded. Both of you are buzzing with pleasure as you two get closer to your releases. It’s clear to you that Anakin is closer than you, his cock twitching more often inside of your pussy and his thrusts are erratic as they simply chase his end.

“Are you close, Ani?” You ask in a whiny moan. “Are you going to cum in my pussy? Gonna fill a pussy up for the first time?”

Anakin gives a loud whine as he leans back over you, bringing both his arms to rest on his elbows above you. His lips quickly press against yours for a filthy kiss, his hips moving in short quick movements as you lick into his mouth. One of your hands moves down to rub at your clit in fast and firm strokes and your other hand grabs Anakin’s hip, trying to pull him into your harder. Anakin’s arms close in closer to your head as you two stay making out, his balls tightening against you as he grinds deep inside of your cunt.

A loud moan leaves Anakin as his lips as his body tense with his orgasm, his mouth sliding wetly across your cheek as his hips give slight thrusts against you as his cock throbs inside of you. All it takes is the feeling of his cum being released into your pussy as you rub your clit for you to fall over the edge. Your moan is choked as you pulse around Anakin’s still throbbing cock, your hips bucking up against his pelvis. 

Anakin’s nose is pressed into the sweaty sticky skin under your ear, surrounded by the comforting scent of simply you. Your hands are gently rubbing up and down his clammy sides as you both breath through the intense aftershocks of your releases. 

“Are you okay?” Anakin’s voice sounds hoarse as he moves up to be face to face with you.

You nod, “I’m great. Are you okay?” Your hand comes up to cradle his cheek.

“I’m…” He still looks a bit floaty. “I’m good. I just wasn’t expecting it to be so.. Tense?”

You give him a soft hum, letting him know that you know what he means. The two of you keep giving each other soft pets and gentle words as you wait for you to both feel all parts of your body. Once you both feel yourselves, Anakin pulls out of your sore pussy with a choked whimper. 

“Sorry, sorry.” He whispers as he sees the grimace on your face.

“It’s okay.”

Anakin finally lays beside you, his arms coming to pull you close to him for a cuddle. You wrap your legs around his as you settle in next to his sticky body, knowing you are just as clammy feeling. The exhaustion of everything starts to come over you as Anakin’s fingers give you feather-like touches up and down your back.

“We need to shower and be ready for landing here soon,” you mumble sleepily against his collarbone.

“I know, I’ve set an alert just now to give us enough time. Just rest for now.”

Anakin turns off the last light in the room as you two doze off, bodies still pleasantly loose and spent. The thought of Anakin sharing what happened between you two to his troops sends a little pleasant shiver through you, which the other Jedi takes as you being cold and pulls you closer to him. Maybe you two can continue to give him things to share as well during the boytalk the troops have.

[softnwonderful]

"I never see you at the club" ok, well I never see you at the fuck the noise out of anakin skywalker's head tag on archive of our own dot org.

[gffa]

All right, so maybe I went haring off to another fandom for awhile, but I will never fully let go of my STAR WARS fic reading roots because there's just so much incredible fic here and I have such intense feelings about these characters, like how can I possibly truly leave when this fandom knows how to scratch my id just right or make me cry over fictional characters or hyena laugh because you people are very funny? There's just so much fic that is so good that of course I keep coming back! Especially when it comes to Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, there are just so many incredible people making incredible fics for them that feed right back into my love for their twisty, turny, complicated, beautiful, awful relationship. So here's a bunch of Obikin fic because the fandom is amazing and you should go love them as much as I love them, since you can hopefully completely sate yourself on a bunch of fantastic fic to read! Or idk send yourself into a grief coma because sometimes fic writers are almost as mean as canon was, but in the best way, the way that really hits you in the feelings place. Or idk idk just gorge on all the porn because DANG Obikin fandom brings the porn! WHAT KIND OF FIC YOU’LL FIND HERE:

FICS THAT PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH HOW GOOD THEY WERE

CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED

FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S HEAD

DARTH ASSHOLE CAT SHOULD BE GRABBED BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK AND SCOLDED BACK TO THE LIGHT

FUCK YOU, CANON, THINGS GO A LITTLE NICER IN THIS UNIVERSE

WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN FLUFF IS SOFT AND WARM

MODERN AUS CAN BE FUN AND CHARMING AS HELL AND A GREAT CHANCE TO MAP CANON DYNAMICS ONTO A WORLD WHERE THEY CAN HAVE A HAPPIER LIFE, IT’S A WIN ALL THE WAY AROUND

WHAT DID CANON EVER DO BUT BREAK OUR HEARTS ANYWAY? TIME TO TELL CANON TO FUCK OFF AND WRITE AN AU

TIME TO CRY ABOUT SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

FICS THAT PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH HOW GOOD THEY WERE: ✦ Neutron star collision by thedunesea, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 121k wip     In the aftermath of Order 66, Anakin Skywalker's miraculous survival after his confrontation with the new Sith Apprentice Darth Vader ignites a sparkle of hope in the remaining Jedi, in the fledgling rebellion and, above all, in his former Master, who thought he had lost everything to darkness. But darkness is generous, and it is patient. ✦ Together in Slumber by ibex_ascendant, obi-wan/anakin, 2.4k wip     Several months after his last confrontation with Darth Vader, Obi-Wan finds himself trapped in a vivid and mysterious mindscape. And he isn't there alone. ✦ Satellite Mind by intermundia, septemberist, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 19.3k     Some doors, once opened, can never be closed, and some secrets, once learned, can never be forgotten. or, Five times Obi-Wan heard Anakin’s thoughts, and one time Anakin heard Obi-Wan’s. ✦ Slow Learner by Is0lde, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 12.6k     Four times Anakin tried to fit Obi-Wan's big dick inside him and one time he managed it. or; the evolution of their sexual relationship. ✦ Redolent of you by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, dom/sub, 31.3k wip     This act of espionage is going to require some class A play at antiquated alpha and omega dynamics, only problem is Anakin has never submitted in his life and it's certainly not within his nature,or so Obi-Wan thinks. ✦ Heal Me, My Darling by wasureneba, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, 12.4k     Anakin gets sick. Obi-Wan takes care of him. For two weeks. Alone. This would be easier if Anakin wasn't quite so gone for Obi-Wan. Or if this didn't involve a daily stab in the shebs. ✦ For He, too, is King by MayMeows, obi-wan/anakin & padme, NSFW, historical au, 7.7k     “I am here to present myself to the man who now calls himself King of my people.” Obi-Wan would be impressed as Anakin’s title as God-King, born from the divine himself, often struck people with awe, terrifying or glorifying, but Queen Amidala’s voice is as strong as her shoulders are squared. ✦ How to Save a Galactic Republic Without Really Trying by Sharp_Tongue, obi-wan/anakin & mace & yoda & quinlan & palpatine, nsfw, time travel, 23.9k     After defeating Vader on a barren, nameless moon, Obi-Wan had let go of the past. But the past hadn’t let go of him. ✦ (feel like i die) ‘til i feel your touch by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin & yoda & mace & ahsoka, 15.5k     OR; Obi-Wan gets himself cursed and makes it everyone’s, but mainly Anakin’s, problem.

CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED AND/OR DIVERGES: ✦ Yellow Surprise by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 11.1k     When Anakin is distant with him during a simple negotiation mission Obi-Wan jumps to the wrong conclusion, luckily for him Anakin isn't willing to let him go so easily. ✦ A Good Epithet by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.2k     Obi-Wan should have been happy. He had fulfilled Qui-Gon’s final wish. He had trained Anakin, he had spent ten years teaching the boy and watching him grow, he had cared for him and scolded him and coddled him by turns. He had, for better or worse, been Anakin Skywalker’s Master. ✦ hold on to this lullaby by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin & rex, 1k     “Anakin,” Kenobi says with a hint of a reprimand in his voice. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” Skywalker staggers further into the room, and a faint blush spreads across his cheeks. He rolls his eyes but it doesn’t do anything to mitigate the color high on his face and the effect it has on his features: a pleased expression flashing clear as ion fire. Having made his way to one of the chairs, he drops down onto it with the elegance of a Hutt. ✦ Any Other World by mysticmjolnir, obi-wan/anakin & vader & leia & reva, NSFW, dimension hopping, 24.2k wip     Anakin has been looking for his Master for a very long time. Finally, on Mapuzo, he finds him. ✦ sea to a desert by maragny, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 3.1k     An interlude and an aftermath; or: how to love someone you seem to have spent half your life loving. ✦ spirit meets the bone by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, time travel, dom/sub, 2k     Or, the Force keeps sending Anakin forward in time from the Clone Wars. ✦ Azúcar, Sudor by Delzi, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, spanking/discipline, 18.6k wip     Anakin can't stand Obi-Wan's new disciplinary tactic, but he absolutely loves it. ✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k     Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. ✦ dream a little dream of me by answersinahauntedclub, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 10.3k     Anakin’s eyes snapped open. Oh no. Oh no. Anakin slumped back into the bed, staring down at himself in horror. Anakin Skywalker had just had a wet dream about Obi-Wan Kenobi. [or—you think you have problems? try having wet dreams of your friend-slash-former-master and then trying to figure out what that’s supposed to mean.] ✦ sea to a desert by maragny, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 3.1k     An interlude and an aftermath; or: how to love someone you seem to have spent half your life loving.

FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S HEAD: ✦ Strings Pulled Taut by preromantics, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k     (AKA Anakin gets a bunch of gunk in his hair, Obi-Wan has been hyper-fixated, and it all bursts like a bubble.) ✦ dark red by wesnenski, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k     He feels Obi-Wan before he sees him: a ripple in the Force, a glow of warmth in the darkness. When he appears from the shadows like a bleary-eyed spectre, Anakin can only look up at him, nostrils flared, lip quivering. Here is his Master, tired and gaunt but solid and present and real. ✦ Take Care of Yourself, I Wish I Could by Kefalion, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 7k     While Obi-Wan and Anakin are alone on a planet during a mission, Anakin goes into a presentation heat. One Obi-Wan will not help him through no matter how much they'd both want it. Not that they know that want is mutual. ✦ Fever by dirkygoodness, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, cat boy!anakin, 3.5k     Obi-Wan wakes up to a cuddly (Ny)Anakin and is met with something he isn't expecting. He's going to have to deal with it though. And enjoy himself as he does. ✦ sink into the dunes by stardies, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 9k     [A collection of small Obikin drabbles. Each chapter will have its own one shot.] 01. sfw, anakin’s separation anxiety. 02. first time nsfw. 03. obikin zine piece, sith!obi-wan, jedi!anakin, handjobs. ✦ a necessary respite by Anonymous, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.6k     to be fair, all of this is obiwan’s fault. even though his master is calmly sorting through reports the faint buzz of arousal in the back of both of their heads is majorly coming from him, anakin just can’t help but react to it. ✦ the lean and hungry type by tideswept, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 4.5k     And so is Anakin, really, for being excited about this rather than angry. He wets his lower lip, striving to cohere his thoughts into something that isn’t appallingly horny, when Master speaks. “I’m not in rut,” he says quietly. “I wouldn’t spring that on you.” “I mean,” Anakin pauses. “You could.” ✦ when people show you who they are, believe them by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, spanking, dom/sub, 3k     Anakin has a meeting with the Chancellor. Obi-Wan convinces him to take a slow morning instead. ✦ needs must by silianrail, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, dual sex!anakin, 1.7k     Anakin must be the neediest omega in the entire temple, if not on the entire planet. But if Anakin is needy, what does that make Obi-Wan, who, after all, bends to so many of his padawan’s desires? ✦ Use Me by kittimau, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.5k     Anakin knows what Obi-Wan needs, even if he won't say it.

✦ Insatiable by TheSopherfly, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.8k     Obi-Wan meets Anakin’s eyes with a rueful smile. “You wanted it fast, yes?” “Yes.” Even without their responsibilities looming, Anakin would’ve wanted it like this; quick and dirty, like they just can’t help themselves. “Yeah. Fast is perfect.” “Good,” Obi-Wan says, punctuating the word with a single thrust. “Because I don’t think I’ll last long.” Or; With the twins still asleep, Anakin and Obi-Wan steal some time for themselves. ✦ Hazy Shade of Winter by Lemon (lemon_sprinkles), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.7k     Obi-Wan runs hot; Anakin most definitely does not. Thankfully Obi-Wan is there to warm Anakin up when things get unusually cold in the Jedi Temple. ✦ The Love You Want by passeridae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, potential dub con-esque (read the tags), 6.8k     They've returned to their rooms after sparring, flushed and laughing and close enough that the very air feels heated between them. Once the door has closed, Obi-Wan turns to Anakin, smiling, takes Anakin's jaw in the cup of his hand and kisses him like the first blush of spring. "You'll be good for me, won't you?" he murmurs, and Anakin does nothing more than dreamily nod because he knows just what to do when he's slipped under like this. Knows his job is to be obedient and pliant and good. ✦ Handle Me With Care by greeneyes_blondequiffs, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 5.3k     Obi Wan wants Anakin but he knows he shouldn't. He also knows that there is no way he could ever act on it - or so he thought. ✦ tear me apart by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, 2.4k     Obi-Wan uses Anakin in the Council Chamber ✦ A Lesson in Listening by GayCheerios, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, toys, 4.4k     “Anakin,” Obi-Wan says simply. Anakin feels chills run down his spine. That tone means everything except simplicity. “Bedroom.” His husband commands. ✦ Keeping Company by Gwendolyn (storiesofchaos), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 11.1k     "So, will you? Will you help me through my heat? Please, I want you to fuck me, Master, I need it." Anakin doesn't care that he's begging already, but he's getting even wetter between his legs and he can't help it. Obi-Wan doesn't seem to mind anyway, because he groans and drags his fingers up into Anakin's hair and tugs slightly, making Anakin gasp. "Force, yes, I'll give you what you need, Anakin." ✦ king unmaker by unbitten, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, transmasc!anakin, royalty au, 4.4k     How to get your King to stop playing hooky from his appointments to make trips to the brothel? Scold him. Stare disapprovingly. Fuck him yourself.

DARTH ASSHOLE CAT SHOULD BE GRABBED BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK AND SCOLDED BACK TO THE LIGHT: ✦ Reunion by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/darth vader, ~1k     Some sweetness to help with the absolute agony of Obi-Wan lol ✦ The Jedi Child by RowenaNie, obi-wan/darth vader & luke & leia & cast, NSFW, pregnant!anakin, 48.1k     “The emperor has put my replacement inside of me,” Vader said. ✦ Hand in Unlovable Hand by Rachello344, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, 2.8k     Post Kenobi Part VI: Instead of leaving Vader for dead, Obi-Wan finds himself unable to abandon his dear friend again and so takes him with him. How can Obi-Wan Kenobi live without the other half of himself? Whatever it takes, he will drag Anakin back to himself, kicking and screaming. ✦ dreamscape melodies by egeria, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, 2.9k     "The layers you Jedi wear are ridiculous," Vader grumbled. Obi-Wan let out a huff. "We're in a dream, are we not? Can we not just will our clothes off?" -- or: Vader is in heat and Obi-Wan is in his dream. It's still complicated. ✦ to restrain the darkness by treescape, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, some dom/sub, 2k     Or, Vader wants Obi-Wan to tie him up. ✦ dreams of old by treescape, obi-wan/darth vader, nsfw, 4.1k wip     Obi-Wan surrenders to Vader on Jabiim in exchange for everyone else's freedom.

FUCK YOU, CANON, THINGS GO A LITTLE NICER IN THIS UNIVERSE: ✦ afterimages by shatou, obi-wan/anakin, 1.3k     Mustafar is nothing but a bad dream. ✦ Sticky by Delziae, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka & rex & cast, NSFW, omegaverse, 25.9k     [Or: In which Anakin is too horny to handle and Obi-wan has a bit less control than he originally thought.] ✦ That Never Wrote To Me by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, omegaverse, 5.3k     After the Rako Hardeen mission, everyone Obi-Wan loves has turned away from him. It’s been months since he’s even seen Anakin, but their bond had been closed off for years. Knowing that Anakin would never want him the way Obi-Wan wanted Anakin had been painful enough, but at least he still had their friendship. And now even that’s gone, and the cold has settled into his bones. Acute Isolation Syndrome is so rare that Obi-Wan doesn’t recognize the symptoms. Doesn’t even realize that he’s dying. ✦ dream a little dream of me by answersinahauntedclub, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & padme, 10.3k     [or—you think you have problems? try having wet dreams of your friend-slash-former-master and then trying to figure out what that’s supposed to mean.] ✦ Stargazing by thegingerwrites, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 21k     Anakin and Obi-Wan have become too well-known on the Holonet to take on undercover assignments anymore. But desperate times call for desperate measures and the Council asks them to make contact with a Separatist defector at a gala hosted on Mandalore. At least the event is a masquerade. ✦ praise you by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 17.9k     An act of insubordination, a crash landing and a trek through the forests of an uncharted planet bring Anakin and Obi-Wan to a very hospitable village. Sure they think Anakin is a god, but really, what's wrong with wanting to be appreciated? ✦ terribly inconvenient and incredibly terrific by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 24.8k     Obi-Wan has the sheer nerve to imply that Anakin is ill-suited for a mission he himself is going on, which means that Anakin will stop at nothing to prove his old master wrong. After all, Anakin can do anything Obi-Wan can do, thank you very much. Even if maybe, just this one time, Obi-Wan is right. This mission relies on the one area of Anakin's life he's never spent much time or effort thinking about: his omega designation and Obi-Wan's alpha one. But there's no way that Anakin is going to back down now. What will Obi-Wan do? Go to the planet with another, non-Anakin omega? Don't make him laugh. He's Obi-Wan's partner. And Obi-Wan is his alpha. Alpha master. Same thing. ✦ and when you look at me, the weight of how i feel is heavy on me by brahe, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & mace & depa & qui-gon & rex & cast, 37.9k     “Jus’ like a sun,” Anakin murmurs, and Obi-Wan has to strain to hear it, almost misses it. He stills. “Beautiful shining sun,” Anakin continues, and presses his face further into the pool of robes. His voice is slow and sleepy, and Obi-Wan realizes he can tell Anakin is about to drop off into sleep. He blinks, lifting his head to stare down at him in something between awe and shock. That seems to be the standard operating procedure when it comes to Anakin, he thinks, a little wry, a little wondrous.

WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN FLUFF IS SOFT AND WARM: ✦ a vacationer's guide to being unexpectedly married by treescape, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 7.8k     “A vacation, you need,” Master Yoda had insisted firmly beneath their incredulous stares when they’d first received their instructions. “On a beach, perhaps, hmmm?” ✦ The Lonely Mollusk by temple_mistress, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia, nsfw, 2k     Obi-Wan was incredibly horny, Anakin was, Force-bless him, more than ready to oblige, and the children were miraculously still sleeping. ✦ looking for trouble by orphan_account, obi-wan/anakin (mentioned obi-wan/anakin/padme), spanking, 1.7k     Anakin gets in a fight. Obi-Wan cleans him up and spanks him.

MODERN AUS CAN BE FUN AND CHARMING AS HELL AND A GREAT CHANCE TO MAP CANON DYNAMICS ONTO A WORLD WHERE THEY CAN HAVE A HAPPIER LIFE, IT’S A WIN ALL THE WAY AROUND: ✦ (I just) died in your arms tonight by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin & padme & cast, modern au, 2.5k wip     Where Obi-Wan is still a master of politics and Anakin still fixes spaceships and they’re still irrevocably obsessed with one another. ✦ Win Condition by passeridae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, F1 au, 4.3k     Anakin has just won his first race of his F1 career and Obi-Wan, his longtime trainer and partner, knows just what his boy should get as a reward. (His dick. The reward is his dick.) ✦ Hooked on You by whohatessand, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, 5.2k     With his wife's approaching senatorial election, Anakin Skywalker tries desperately to be the perfect husband she needs. Little does Padmé know, her husband has been sleeping with her campaign manager, Obi-Wan Kenobi, for quite a while now. ✦ we’re swimming with the sharks (until we drown) by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, fake married, 5.8k wip     He looks up and meets Anakin’s eyes. A thoughtful expression passes over his face. “Married people are paid significantly more,” he says then, slowly, looking at Anakin like he’s trying to solve a riddle. Anakin stares, dumbstruck. “Huh.” ✦ Would You Like Cream With That? by ranianke, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, professor obi-wan, 2.1k     Obi-Wan was a good teacher. His students learned the content, he got flattering reviews (even when you ignored the chili pepper Rate My Professors reviews that he could not seem to get taken down), and he generally liked teaching. Good professors did not sleep with their students. ✦ Pride & Preparation by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, school au, 5.6k     “You’re beautiful,” Anakin praised, making Obi-Wan blush. “And nervous.” Obi-Wan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Of course I’m nervous.” “You shouldn’t be,” Anakin said easily, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips. “I love you, and this is going to be really fun.” ✦ swear each night to let him go by vorpalstars, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka, NSFW, modern au, professor!obi-wan, 10.3k wip     Anakin develops an unfortunate amount of lust for his literature teacher ✦ Seven Minutes in Anakin by Saratutti, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, dom/sub, 1.9k     Fully enamored doesn't even begin to describe Anakin’s captivation with the gorgeous professor he has stumbled into dating this Christmas season. ✦ The Melody Wakes the Heart by edgeofn1ght, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, 3.5k     However, it's practically love at first sight when Obi-Wan passes a new busker working the alley he passes through every day going to and from work. ✦ Pick-up Games by SingManyFaces, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, 1.1k     Ben’s quiet afternoon is ruined by a basketball player who needs some medical attention. He doesn’t mind too much. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 22: Brakebills by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 10.2k     Anakin Skywalker was not a typical student of Brakebills University for Magical Pedagogy.

WHAT DID CANON EVER DO BUT BREAK OUR HEARTS ANYWAY? TIME TO TELL CANON TO FUCK OFF AND WRITE AN AU: ✦ death by any other name by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon, vampire au, 11.5k     While on a mission during his years as a Padawan, Obi-Wan escapes the tight hold of death transformed into something not quite human. In the years following, he isn’t always so lucky. ✦ Till Human Voices Wake Us by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin, mer!anakin, 2.7k     It’s late summer when Obi-Wan first notices a flash of gold between the waves. ✦ Goodbye by Ripki, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon, nsfw, 1.2k     Anakin has no wish to leave Obi-Wan, not when they have just been reunited. Luckily for him, Obi-Wan is good at making their goodbye very memorable. ✦ tender like a bruise by stardies, obi-wan/anakin & cast, omegaverse, 6.8k wip     In a stroke of desperation, Obi-wan mates Anakin Skywalker by force on the fiery planet of Mustafar to stop his Fall and save his life. Taken back to Coruscant and imprisoned, Anakin feels the senate's pressure for justice, and Obi-wan, his mate and former mentor is determined to give him another chance. ✦ canaries underground by TheGoodDoctor, obi-wan/padme & references to anakin/padme & obi-wan/anakin & obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, padme lives, 10k     There are good days, and bad days. This is a good one. ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka & mace & yoda & palpatine & cast, NSFW, Not a Jedi!Anakin, Sith!Obi-Wan, 63.5k     Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can't refuse. These things are, actually, related.

TIME TO CRY ABOUT SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: ✦ you can't just leave me by amadwinter, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, omegaverse, 1.6k     Anakin swears he’s above his Omega instincts, but when he’s sparring with his Alpha master one day, some wires get crossed that leave him unable to distinguish friend from foe. A primal fear consumes him, and no amount of Jedi training will shake the feeling he needs to escape. He needs to protect himself from the dangerous Alpha circling around him, searching for any sign of weakness. When backed into a corner, an Omega’s last line of defense is their bite. After all, an Alpha would never hurt their mate… ✦ A Little Early, A Little Late by greeneyes_blondequiffs, obi-wan/anakin, omegaverse, pregnant!anakin, 7.4k     Anakin finds out he's pregnant. The problem is that his mating ceremony isn't for another four months. ✦ Sweet Surprise by greeneyes_blondequiffs, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, omegaverse, pregnant!anakin, 12.3k     Obi Wan and Anakin are forced to land on an unfamiliar planet. Anakin is perplexed by everyone's obvious interest in him, unsure what could be causing it. That is, until he receives some unexpected news. The problem is, Anakin's not quite sure he believes it. The other problem is what Obi Wan might think when he finds out. ✦ That Never Wrote To Me by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & vokara, NSFW, omegaverse, pregnant!anakin, 5.3k     After the Rako Hardeen mission, everyone Obi-Wan loves has turned away from him. It’s been months since he’s even seen Anakin, but their bond had been closed off for years. Knowing that Anakin would never want him the way Obi-Wan wanted Anakin had been painful enough, but at least he still had their friendship. And now even that’s gone, and the cold has settled into his bones. Acute Isolation Syndrome is so rare that Obi-Wan doesn’t recognize the symptoms. Doesn’t even realize that he’s dying.

[general-kenobis]

trust you | anakin skywalker: episode XI

Summary: Anakin confronts Cal about the red head's feelings towards you, but the conversation turns into a very angry fight.

Warnings: Angst, a lot of swearing as always, mention of Sith eyes

Word count: 3.4k

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(Y/N):

I was still working on a few tasks when I first heard the muffled striking noise of lightsabers from a distance. My head whipped towards the sound and my heart stopped for a few seconds. My first instinct was to grab a wrench and follow the noise through the hallways of the Temple. It was coming from the training room. I carefully approached it and I couldn’t believe my sight. As I peeked through the doorway, I saw Anakin and Cal in what seemed like a heated confrontation. 

Cal’s blue lightsaber pushed forward as he tried to divert the Master’s strikes, who effortlessly swung his own sword against my friend. They were aggressively staring at each other. While Anakin could hold a controlled expression, - and I know very well it’s not in his nature - Kestis seemed pissed, and it made me swallow harshly at the scene. 

“You’re not always right, you know” Cal snapped, rounding Anakin like he was a predator. His tone was defiant, and his glare could have burned a hole through a wall.

Anakin was clearly trying to keep his demeanor in control, but his patience was starting to seep out “This isn’t about being right, Kestis. It’s about keeping your emotions in check. Something you definitely struggle with”

He laughed bitterly “Oh, I struggle with emotions? That’s rich, coming from you” He twirled the saber in his hand, and all I could see was audacity “Tell me, Anakin, how’s that famous Jedi restraint working out for you?”

The Master had his jaw clenched, fingers gripping harshly on his lightsaber, and his eyes were clouded. His pupils were almost dilated, and my hands began to tremble at the thought of another episode. The one where his eyes became yellow. 

“You don’t like being questioned, do you?” Cal pressed “It bothers you when people don’t just bow their heads and follow orders”

“I don’t give orders for the sake of it, I give them because I know what I’m doing” He sneered with gritted teeth.

“Right. Of course you do. That’s why things always go so well for you. And how many times has Obi-Wan had to fix your mistakes?”

The air shifted immediately. It was like there was a dark cloud around the room, which made Anakin feel uneasy, and I didn’t want to step in the fight. I just knew they wouldn’t give me a single glance and, if anything, I would be thrown against the wall. 

“Watch it, Kestis” His voice was lower now, warning. But Cal just raised a brow and tried to push him to his limit.  

“Why? Afraid I’m right? Face it, Skywalker. If it wasn’t for him, you’d probably be dead by now”

Anakin lifted his saber up so fast that Cal barely had time to block it. The force of the impact made a crack sound echo through the room, and Cal stumbled back from the force of the strike. His eyes became cold now, but still burned with frustration. And his attacks were faster, harsher, and malicious. 

“You think you know anything about me?” 

Cal slowly dropped his smirk “I know you hate being second to him. You act like you don’t, but deep down, you hate that Obi-Wan left you-”

Anakin swung his saber again, this time with enough force that Cal’s saber was nearly knocked from his hands. This was Anakin losing control. And he was grunting and sneering at the man in front of him. 

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. You can preach all you want about control, but you don’t have any, do you?” He pressed more. 

Anakin’s chest rose and fell with angry breaths. His saber trembled slightly in his grip. For a moment, I could’ve sworn I finally saw the light flicker in his eyes, like something darker was pushing its way to the surface. And then, I decided to step in and stop the breakdown from happening. 

“You two! Fucking stop it!” My voice came out loud enough for both to hear it, but they didn’t acknowledge me there. 

Anakin narrowed his eyes, his knuckles were turning white from the grip on his saber “You don’t know what you’re talking about”

Cal muttered, shaking his head “Yeah, I do. That’s why it pisses you off so much.”

I cleared my throat and tried one more time “Both of you, just drop it!”

He violently stepped forward and striked the red head’s saber, like he was unleashing, releasing his anger at him. He was borderline raging and just blasted him backwards with a brutal force push, sending him slamming into the training room wall. Cal let out a sharp grunt as his back hit it, his saber flying from his hand and deactivating before it hit the ground.

“Stop!” I tried again, this time my fingers were twitching and my heart race picked up, afraid of something worse could happen and I couldn’t stop it. 

Anakin stood there, his breath was ragged, his saber still ignited at his side. His free hand was clenched into a shaking fist. His whole body was trembling. Cal, slumped against the wall, coughed and looked up at him.

Cal just wouldn’t shut up for the sake of his life. 

“You think I don’t see it? That anger? It’s not Jedi anger. That’s something else”

And it happened in a span of one second. His eyes changed. I froze in my spot, knowing my place. The last time it happened, he almost choked me to death. I could see the golden flicker in his irises, replacing the blue so fast it sent shivers down my spine. As soon as the red headed noticed it as well, his smile suddenly faltered. He lurched forward and in a matter of seconds, his robotic hand was wrapping Cal’s throat around it. 

“Anakin!” I tried to warn him, my wavering voice almost coming out “Anakin, stop!”

I forced myself to scream, to really scream out loud, but the door burst open before I could even open my mouth again. 

The commanding, sharp voice yelled out “Anakin!” 

He didn’t listen. Only when Obi-Wan finally used his force to break Anakin’s grip, he turned his head to the voice. 

Obi-Wan’s gaze flickered to Anakin’s eyes for a moment. He blinked a few times, and for a second, it was like he didn’t know where he was. His breath was still heavy, his saber still gripped in his shaking hands. Then he took a step back when he realized what was really happening. His former master took a few steps towards him, a condescending look in his eyes as he watched his former apprentice. 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He clenched his jaw, pointing at Cal, who seemingly tried to rub his hand over his neck “He-”

Anakin all but shut his mouth, dropping his head in defeat. 

“Wow. That was... something. Think I struck a nerve” Cal huffed, pushing himself off the wall. 

Obi-Wan’s head snapped toward him, his expression hard “You.”

Cal blinked in confusion “Uh- yeah?”

Obi-Wan exhaled through his nose, looking distressed already “Leave. Now”

Anakin hadn’t moved. His shoulders were still tense, his breathing uneven. But what definitely caught my attention was his still trembling hands. And as if it wasn’t enough already, I could still see the way his yellow eyes searched for another fight to pick. This time, it was towards Obi-Wan. The blonde man stood across from him, his presence alone had been enough to stop the fight, enough to pull Anakin back from the edge of whatever that was. But now I can see that. The way Anakin’s fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, the way his breath still came sharp and uneven, the way his shoulders tensed like he was bracing for something.

And then, it happened. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” Anakin’s voice was low, almost a growl. Obi-Wan didn’t react. “

Anakin-” 

“No” Anakin’s fist slammed into the wall next to him “You don’t get to say my name like that!”

Even though he knew how the young boy was still hurting, he didn’t change his expression “I came back because I had to”

Anakin laughed bitterly and tilted his head slightly, and when he looked at Obi-Wan again, his yellow gaze bored into him “Had to?

Obi-Wan exhaled “Anakin, I-”

“Don’t. You left. You walked away” His breathing hitched, and his voice cracked. He was vulnerable.

Obi-Wan didn’t flinch “I-”

“Years” Anakin cut him, stepping forward. His voice was rising now, no longer just anger but something deeper, like there was pain in there “You left me alone for years”

Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed “I had to-”

“No, you didn’t! You chose to! Just like the Council did! Just like everyone else did!” His fingers twitched toward his saber, like he wasn’t even conscious of the movement.

And he didn’t even react at the motion, he just watched as Anakin reached for it. 

“You abandoned me. You left”

“You think I wanted to?” Obi-Wan threw his hands into the air in response. 

Anakin’s expression twisted “I needed you. And you were gone.”

I saw Obi-Wan’s jaw tighten, hanging his head low. Anakin shook his head, like he was trying to push something out of himself, like he was trying to shove down whatever this was. His breath was sharp, and his shoulder was heaving.

For a second, I thought he was going to ignite his lightsaber again and strike it against his former Master. But he didn’t, he just turned away. And then, Kenobi left too, and I just stood there trying to catch my breath after everything I just witnessed. 

I walk out of the training room, trying to catch up to him. The hallway was quiet and the only sound that could be heard was from his heavy boots stomping against the floor. I tried to get ahead of him, calling him up, but he didn’t stop. I picked up my pace, standing only a few feet behind him.

He growled “Go away” 

I didn’t listen to him. Instead, I stopped beside him, trying to match his pace this time. His hands twitched and his body was still tense. There was probably a storm inside him no one could actually steady him. 

“Just tell me what happened back there”

“Leave me the fuck alone” There it goes, the swearing. 

When he turned his face to look at me, he threw me a warning glance, to which I ignored completely. 

“Yeah, see. I would, but I just witnessed you almost choke Cal to death and your eyes are evil Sith again” 

His fingers flexed, like he wanted to actually punch me in the face. He exhaled loudly through his nose. I tried to take a closer step to him. It was probably the worst idea I could’ve had. Because up close, his eyes were glinting with something out of this world. He bore his gaze into me and his sharp jawline was clenching so hard. Even though he stood against me like alarmingly close, I could notice something else inside of him, like he was breaking again. 

“You know that’s a lie” 

“(Y/N)” He grounded me, sharply inhaling as his hand balled into fists at his sides “You don’t understand”

“Then make me understand, please”

I know I was being pretty stubborn, but I just wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Give him the chance to actually show me he can be different, he can be better. I reach his face and cradle it with both hands, moving it towards me. We kept looking at each other, the glowing golden almost burned my skin. There was a coil in his body when he gritted his teeth and I thought he was going to explode again, but he turned and tried to walk away instead. I grabbed his wrist before he could take another step and his steps halted. 

“Let me go” His voice was low, but warning. He tried pulling his arm from my grip and tried to shake off, but I squeezed him. 

“No! You don’t get to just storm off and pretend you’re fine. Because, we both know you’re not”

He turned on his back to me, I could hear his heavy breathing and his body still shaking. I might be one of his targets right now, but I had to try. 

“You wanna hit something? Like, throw me across the wall like you did moments ago? Just do it?”

Anakin seemed to still, but when he realized I pressed him on, he didn’t move. And I could hear his breath hitching, Anakin became stunned, desperately removing my grip from his wrist. I swallowed a dry lump at the sight of him gripping his hair with both hands. 

“Hey” I called “You know you don’t have to deal with it alone, whatever is going on right now”

He looked tired, his hands were still trembling. I reached out to his hand gently this time and he flinched hard, but didn’t pull me away. 

“You don’t have to carry this on your own. I know you feel like you should, but you don’t. And I don’t have wise Jedi advice like Yoda, or, you know…” I trail off “But you should know I’m right here if you need it”

He refused to meet my gaze, taking a sharp inhale when I attempted to mention Obi-Wan. He slightly dropped his head and his eyes flickered. Anakin looked back at me for only a second, and I noticed the yellow was finally fading. I extend both hands and grip each side of his arms, stroking through his tunic gently. 

“Better?”

He didn’t answer, his mouth was closed on a thin line, and his jaw was still locked. And then, suddenly, he started nodding. His head kept shaking up and down, and there was a slight tinge of sparkle in his eyes, like he wanted to cry, but refused to. 

After a brief moment, his trembling lips finally opened. They were trembling as he seemed to bite his inner cheek “Thank you” 

I smiled at him, looking at Anakin sighing. He looked really tired, but the anger was no longer there in his expression. We stood there for several seconds, glancing at each other. But there was still something inside me that felt uneasy. 

“I’m really sorry about Cal. He doesn’t seem to keep himself in line”

“It’s not your fault” He mumbled, shaking his head. 

I shook my head as well, but because I know there’s a reason why he was acting that way. It was because of me. I remember what Anakin told me a while ago. 

“Yes, it is! I know he’s acting like a douchebag because of me. I just… can’t seem to make him understand you’re not a threat to us” 

He let out a stifled laugh in disbelief “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that”

I look over his features, noticing the bitter tone in his voice, like he doesn’t believe he can actually change. “I know you’re a good person behind this thick wall of anger and sadness”

Anakin didn’t respond. Instead, he turned on his heels and started walking with his back facing me. 

“It’s not your fault we actually fought. He’s just stubborn and immature. He can’t admit he’s jealous because of you and that we’re not arguing like before” 

I nod, taking in his statement. Sometimes Cal can go from extremely disciplined and hard working guy, to extremely stubborn and childlike. Which I honestly can’t understand why, because he used to worship Anakin, even when he wasn’t on his best days; even when he was one second from snapping during their missions. And now, it feels like he’s taking everything too personal, making it a living hell to be around him. 

And then, something hit me. Maybe this is why he hasn’t been talking to me much lately. We have been doing small talks here and there, but never actually deepening any subject. I snap out of my thoughts and realize Anakin had already left. I decided to make my way to the dorm where Cal must be, hoping he would actually talk to me this time. 

I could’ve just barged into his room, but I knocked first. I’m not exactly sure I would have an answer, but I was willing to try. He told me to come in and I slid the door open, stepping inside. He was staring at nothing as he sat on the edge of his bed with his arms resting against his knees. Cal briefly looked up at me, before trailing his eyes down to the floor again. 

“You haven’t been talking too much at all lately, and I think I know why”

He scoffed, looking away “Yeah, right. Because you know everything, don’t you? I’ve been busy, (Y/N)” 

The way he called me by my name stung, and I know he never usually goes by my name. 

“That’s a lame fucking excuse, and you know that” 

I squinted my eyes at him and he finally glanced up at me. There was an unreadable expression, but it was harsh at the same time. And he scanned my face, furrowing his brows, and let out a humorless laugh. 

“You think I’m jealous. I can hear your thoughts from miles away”  

Force sensitive bastard. “Don’t do that thing on me right now, Kestis!”

“I didn’t have to, you’re literally broadcasting it” 

His voice was stern, he couldn’t even keep looking at me for too long. 

“Fuck off, Cal. Just stop being so immature” 

He shot back with a sharper voice “You came here!”

“Because I wanted to know what the hell is wrong with you! You’ve been avoiding me, you pick a fight with Anakin, and now you’re sitting here acting like I’m the problem?”

He looked away once more, a long exhale leaving his nostrils “I didn’t start it”

I laugh out loud, throwing my hands in the air in disbelief “Really? Because it seems like you hate him right now”

“I never said that!”

“Then what is it?”

He stood up really fast, making me take a step back “You really wanna know?” 

“Yeah”

“I don’t trust him. Not right now, not after what he did to you. Certainly not when I walked into the room that day and saw him cornering you, like he was about to murder you”

Cal felt silent for a long moment, running a hand through his red hair. 

“I don’t want you getting hurt, that’s why. That’s why I haven’t been talking to you. Why I fought him. Why I- I don’t know. But whatever’s happening with him? It’s not good”

“You were pushing him to his limits, Cal. That can’t be the only reason” 

He blinked. His hands sliding down to his waist, for some sort of support. 

“Anakin might be a certified asshole. But he’s sure of what he feels. He told me a while ago he noticed how jealous you become when I’m around him”

“That’s some clear bullshit he’s throwing at you for some reason” 

I scoff at his words, rolling my eyes to the back of my head “Is it really? Because you’ve been acting like a douchebag ever since then, and I know it’s not just because you don’t want me getting hurt”

“Let me tell you this. You’re so convinced you know everything. That you understand what’s happening. That you can fix it, that you can fix him” 

I don’t know why that hurt, and my throat tightened at his words. 

“You know I care for people, you know I care for him. Because that’s who I am! I am not trying to fix it, I am not trying to change him. All I have been doing is giving him the benefit of the doubt, that he can change on his own. His son likes me for some reason I can’t explain, and I think it’s not fair for Anakin to be given the cold shoulder just because you wish me to!”

I glared at him and his eyes flickered, looking away. I shook my head, my hands are trembling and my heart rate is picking up. 

“You’re delusional” He scoffs. 

“Then why won’t you look at me?” 

He didn’t look back at me. His hands curled into fists “Just go, (Y/N)” 

“If you really care, you’ll understand. And if you’re this jealous of me, you shouldn’t be ignoring me the way you have. Grow a fucking pair, Kestis. You’re the one being unreasonable this time”

I walk to the door and slide it open, and I get in my senses before closing it. I didn’t slam it, I didn’t yell, I didn’t look back. Because if I did, I’m not sure I would be able to stand on the fact that he was being a shitty friend out of jealousy. 

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[forcemeanakin]

𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 ('𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗱) - 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯

•WARNINGS: SMUT. Age gap !!! Infidelity kink !!! (you’ve been warned, so if you do not agree pls leave because I’ll delete any hateful comments about this) Actual cheating. Dirty talk, teasing and sex in a public space, voyeurism, praising kink, bit of degrading, handjob (m and f receiving), oral sex (f receiving). Mentions of an unhappy relationship/divorce/troubled marriage.

Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x female!reader.

Series Summary: Luke takes you home for Life’s Day. On the edge of giving up on you two, Skywalker manages to light up a fire inside of you again. Problem is… wrong Skywalker.

Part One - Part Two

Part Three Summary: How could Mr. Skywalker resist such a pretty little thing like yourself when you come into his workshop with dessert?

Word count: 4.1 K.

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao. 

Thank you so much for the comments in my last post! Your excitement makes me want to write even more :) seriously thank you! And I'm sorry if I forgot to tag someone, pls let me know if I missed you!

“You missed dessert.”

It took Anakin a second to realize that he wasn’t delusional, that your voice wasn’t a product of his imagination.

You were here, in his workshop. 

With actual pie.

“Shouldn't you be upstairs, Y/n? It 's pretty late.” Anakin spoke without disconnecting his attention from the welding happening in his project.

You delayed your response, walking towards him and placing the plate on the counter, sliding it to him. Elbows on the surface, you supported your head on your knuckles, widening your eyes in innocence in case he indulged in looking up. 

“I could ask that as well.” You got closer, taking a spot at his left side to admire the precision in which he was attaching cables. “Life Day's morning is tomorrow, we should be up pretty early. We’re also going skating.”

Anakin scrunched his face like he had forgotten about it and he was not eagerly expecting the trip.

“You can’t not go, it’s our last day here.” You murmured with a velvety voice, sending goosebumps through his spine. 

“I’ve seen that fucking lake enough for a lifetime. I’m sure I won’t miss much.” He stuck his tongue out, inching his head forward to appreciate his manual work better.

“You’ll miss me.”

Anakin, having everything on the line, was too careful not to slip and fall. Because of that, your grand gestures and obvious advances were deflected by him every single time. Except that one time he did indulge. That one time where you weren’t even trying and he, by his own doing, fell into temptation. Only when commands a situation, or when he thinks he is, he lets himself free fall into his instincts.

“I’ll miss you.” You added, playing with the little metal panel that seemed the right size to fit the droid part he was fixing. 

“I don’t think you miss me when you have Luke’s tongue down your throat.”

He bit the words, gripping the tool with more force in between his fingers, clearly upset. You hid a playful smirk.

“That’s when I miss you the most.” You whispered, grazing his ear shell with your lips, caressing the pull-up sleeve from his shirt.

He tensed at the ministration, blinking fast to return to his previous state of concentration, “To all of this, where’s your boyfriend? Doesn’t he have a promise to fulfill?”

Honestly, it was your fault for trusting Luke’s empty words. Again. But you were enjoying Anakin’s visible jealousy.

“Luke wanted to go straight to sleep… said he was stuffed from dinner. Not a lot of energy to do anything.” You briefly whined with a voice so low, Anakin could barely hear you with the noise of the machine.

So he stopped, pushing himself back onto his chair so he could look up to you without obstacles. His chair was set just a few inches lower to work better. Anakin’s eyes followed your figure from head to toe, casually lingering on the bit of skin that showed from the slit of your attire. Just like at the dinner table, he was struggling and was unsure that he would be able to escape harmlessly this time.

“I’m kind of jealous to be honest.” You mumbled, staring at the mess of parts, walking until you were in between him and the counter. Trapped in between his spreading legs, your chest was right on his eye line and you hadn’t changed your dress. “I wish I was stuffed as well.”

Gulping harshly, Anakin built up the strength to stare at your intense gaze, basically condemning himself. Because the minute he saw the hungry spark shining from them, he knew there wasn’t a single bone in him that would deny you if you asked for him again. 

His strong, yet shy hand, climbed up your leg like a moth to a flame until he was able to grasp the fat of your thigh. Feeling your softness against his palm had him on the edge of staining his pants. With a little pull from his part, it took you mere seconds to obey his silent command and sit on his lap. Anakin’s curious hand continued to brush your bare leg, rejoicing in the way your breath would accelerate when his hand went up and how you bit your lip whenever it came down. 

It also didn’t help that his other arm was wrapped around your waist, thumb miming the motion of his hand, but on your hip, trapping you in his embrace. Expectant of what would be his next move, you shyly waited for whenever he would peel his eyes from your slit and reciprocate the attention, this time on your face. 

On your lips. 

Like he was reading your mind, Anakin’s eyes slowly moved up your curves until he met your needy orbs, noses softly grazing each other at the proximity. Breath getting out of control at the shift of energy, warmth expanding all over your skin and clit throbbing in anticipation. You deviated your eyes momentarily to sneak a peek of the deliciously rich piece of pie laying on the table and he benefited from the newly acquired angle to caress your throat with his lips.

“Just a taste?” You murmured, looking at him through your eyelashes, intentionally inching closer to brush his lips with yours.

Was he going to do it? Take the next step?

Would he dare?

Would you dare?

Surpringsily, Anakin nodded swiftly, leaning into the intoxicating pull of your mouth. “Just a taste.”

Anakin’s lips tasted so much better the second time around, it tasted like victory. And you made it a personal goal of yours to show him how grateful you were that he finally caved in. Wasting no time, in case he changed his mind, your hands found their home in Anakin’s curls, the silky feeling of them a new aphrodisiac to you and apparently to him, by the way he was growling at your clasp.

His sneaky tongue barely asked for permission when it was already intruding into your mouth, licking everything on its way. Giving up on trying to take the lead, you surrendered to his rough pace and enjoyed the delicious sensation of his warm, wet tongue against your lips. Anakin would take advantage of your dumb state and hanging mouth to suck however he pleased, smirking because the only thing your mind could process was imitate his dirty moves. Until he bit your bottom lip, making sure your brain wasn’t already melted before he could even start ruining you.  

When you pulled his hair, only because he had taken the party downstairs and was violently grabbing your ass, it was like you had awakened a beast. Out of nowhere, Anakin stood up, holding you by your thighs and placing you on the surface of his tool table. His shirt’s buttons were discarded early in the makeout session, granting you the space necessary to roam your palms all over his strong pecs and firm shoulder blades. And when you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, hinting right where you wanted him, he clasped his fists around your ankles, spreading you open without breaking the liplock. He was even more aggressive with the leverage his height gave him.

“Just a taste…” He grunted again, lifting up the skirt of your dress until it was tangled enough to give him a good view of your thong. He clicked his tongue at the sight of your spicy choice of underwear. “Almost like you had planned it all along.”

Shamelessly, so outrageously shameless, you drifted your legs further apart, making him snicker. 

“Well, did you?” He wandered, sliding your damped panties down your legs.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since yesterday.” You breathed out, shivering at the breeze fanning your burning core. “I’ve never wanted something so bad.” Urged eyes glued directly to Anakin’s groin. 

Anakin grinned a triumphant smile. That could’ve easily been a lie, but he doubted it. He recognized a brat when he saw one. Holding your foot like it was a delicate piece of glass, Anakin set the nibbling starting point right on your ankle and followed a beeline straight to your weeping cunt. His hot breath made you shiver in anticipation, whimpering to show off your desperation in case this would reach his sensible side.

“When was the last time you had an orgasm before me, baby? Without doing it yourself?” He breathed, roaming his hands up your legs, the contact so rough and intimate  at the same time.

You hated that question, it embarrassed you. 

“Mmm… Uhh-” You thought out loud, mind going blank as Anakin’s smooches went higher up. “F-four months?” You hissed.

“You’ve been dating Luke for three.” He did the math in his head. 

Oh.

Your face turning in shame had his eyes widening.

It would be a lie if Anakin said that he wasn’t mad at his son for dragging the Skywalker name in the mud. For keeping such a needy thing like yourself restricted from gratification. With how sexual you were, four months were an eternity. Nonetheless, Anakin was a fixer and you were his next project.

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you? This slutty pussy can’t wait to have something inside of it. Anything.” Anakin mocked you, testing your sanity as he delayed contact with your core by redirecting his foreplay into the inner side of your thighs.

“That’s not true.” You fought with a trembling voice, observing how Anakin got closer and closer to delivering exactly what you wanted. “I only want you, d-”

The forbidden word. You almost spilled it.

“-sir.” You corrected in time, catching Anakin’s mocking glint. “Only you, please.”

Anakin’s face twisted in pleasure when his finger dived inside you, giving him a warm welcome, impossibly slick. You hugged his pumping digit tightly, getting even wetter at this fascinated expression. Anakin hadn’t felt such a lubricated canal in so long, his head almost exploded at the million possibilities with such an easy pussy: His cock would slide right in, be suffocated by your clenching walls just like his finger was... 

That had him dropping on his knees, starting to eat you out like he was starved. Just like you predicted. Nose deep, no hesitation to blow your slobbering cunt with abandon, moaning right on your core when he had the very first taste of your flavor. So sweet. Just like he predicted.

“Oh- oh!” You whimpered at the first clean lick he gave you, quivering like a virgin because it had been too long since someone showed you love there. 

Anakin’s tongue had the knowledge and patience none of the guys your age had. Every motion was so passionately delivered, so intentional. No rush, no fast lapping to get you off quickly. Anakin knew exactly what would have you shaking with pleasure and wasn’t scared to spend his time getting to know every hidden, sticky spot. In fact, it seemed like he enjoyed taking his sweet time with his face buried in your exposed core. 

It was the hottest shit you’d ever seen.

You were riled up by the precise technique with which he knew exactly how to pleasure your opening, sucking on your lips like they were the meal and not a measly pit stop. But what had you speechless, just at a loss of words, was the way he didn’t hesitate to dip his face into your heat with fervor. As he planted open mouth kisses to your slit, face fully covered by your juices, he only pulled back to spit on top of your clit and play with the liquid slob on top of your bundle of nerves. 

No grimaces, no disgust faces, just utter fascination by your reactions and your pussy.

“Such a sweet thing.” Anakin whispered, flattening his tongue and lapping over your mound. “Careful, I might not let you leave.”

Please don’t. You replied inside your head.

Anakin’s sounds of approval and delight made this whole experience even more sinful. Something about the idea of him enjoying cheating on his wife touched a nerve inside of you, something so wild and dangerous: You had another woman’s man in between your legs and he was enjoying being of service to you. You arched your back at the naughty thought, something Anakin didn’t appreciate because it moved you from the angle he had specifically situated you on; he had already discovered the spot that had your toes curling.

The power rush combined with Anakin's attention to your clit had a knot forming on your abdomen. Supporting yourself on your elbows, you looked down at Anakin’s work, not wanting to miss the scenario in front of you, in case you climaxed earlier than anticipated. But what you saw only pushed you closer to said ending. Anakin was playing with your clit like a cat with a toy, giving rapid licks that had your head spinning, while staggering eager sucks onto your nub. Anakin’s lips enveloped your clit with such care, only to roughly slurped on it, only backing down until he heard you whining. Or moaning his name. Whichever came first. 

“Anakin-” You bravely attempted to cry his name, unsure of his reaction. 

Anakin took the opportunity to analyze your flustered image, his gaze inevitably drawn to your falling cleavage, given that he was pulling down on the fabric by shouldering your legs. He could see the top of your boobs spilling from your undergarments and he dreamed of the looks of them. How perky they would be, how firm and squeezable they must be. Fantasizing about your young tits had him rolling his hips against the wooden leg of the table.

If Anakin locking your legs around his shoulders to dig deeper into your cunt wasn’t enough to have you convulsing, his tongue breaching into you and maneuvering it like it was actually fucking you, did.

“Anakin, I’m close- Oh,” You could barely hold yourself, deciding to lean limp against the hard surface, waiting for Anakin to sweep you off your feet with an outstanding orgasm. 

“That’s right, you’re gonna come on my tongue. How does that feel?” Anakin pushed, squeezing your ass and bringing your core over to him to devour. Like the certified slut you were, you rocked your hips against his face, relishing on the massage his nose inflicted on your most sensitive part. “Fucking your boyfriend’s dad face. This has to be a world record.”

Anakin stared at you over your mound, drinking the heavenly sight of your face contorting in ecstasy by his doing. Such a pretty, young thing, so slick and wet… coming undone by his tongue. And his tongue only. 

“Such a slut… my slut.” He degraded you with darkened eyes, amazed at how those words only had you trembling harder. “Only wanting to come on my tongue, by my cock. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, taking the little spaces he gave you in between words to fight off the pending peak; you didn’t want this to be over. You needed more from him, you needed everything. 

“Y-yes!” You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the familiar wave of satisfaction. 

“Yes, what?” Anakin teased.

Would you dare?

“Yes, daddy!” You screamed when your climax toppled you over. 

Anakin had the minimal kindness of not rubbing your choice of words on your face as you came over his fingers, dripping not only on his hand, but his table. This climax in particular had you weak; the aftershocks prolonged for more than you were used to and legs trembled as if you had just worked out. It could have been because you hadn’t had one in so long, or maybe because of his skillful tongue. Probably a combination of both. But truth be told, it was the best orgasm of your life. 

Even with dizzy eyes you could spot the bulge twitching inside his fitted pants. He had promised you just a little taste, but it was so unfair to leave him like that. Right?

Right?

Boosting yourself up, you directed your hand straight to his waistband, actively searching to fish his cock. 

“What are you doing?” Anakin questioned but did little to no effort to stop your wandering touch. 

You didn’t give an answer, instead lips pouted with a fixed stare, you let your actions speak for you. After unbuckling his belt, you loosened his pants, being faced with the opportunity of a lifetime. Anakin sucked his breath in when he saw your nails dipping under the elastic of his underwear, shaky exhales at the expectation of contact. You were unaware of it, you wouldn’t even believe it, but it had been a while for him too. Besides his own hand, he hadn’t known the touch of someone else in so long and Padmé didn’t even do the trick by now. 

So when Anakin saw your widened eyes as you scope up his erection from its confinements, he felt the same rush he used to savor with other conquests whenever Padmé and he were on a on-and-off break. But this was better, so much more electric. Your surprised gasp at his big cock elevated his ego to new highs. It just confirmed what he already knew: that you’ve dealing with stupid boys, when you deserved a real man. 

And Anakin was exactly that. 

His eagerness pushed you to envelope your hand around his shaft with more confidence, your fingers struggling to meet around it because of the delicious girth. Anakin let go as soon as he felt you tugging his length, crumbling on your shoulder, barely supporting himself on the edge of the table at each side of your hips. Being the big man he was, you didn’t expect Anakin to be so vocal during sex, but fuck were you wrong. Whimpers started to spill from his lips, landing right on your ear. It was the most exquisite sound you’ve heard. 

It was just so hot to have him completely surrender to you, to the will of your hand. Gladly, you pumped harder and faster, expecting to hear more of his inviting sounds. Having the upper hand encouraged you to try and lead the situation, turning his head by his chin with two fingers, sucking in his bottom lip as a first move before properly kissing him. Jacking him off while he still had his pants on, had you squeezing your thighs, the sight turning on a switch for you.

He followed your initiative and dipped his very own fingers to take care of you again. He would do it as many times as you needed, just for his own amusement. Closing his eyes, he sighed in content when his digits were fully installed inside of your warm walls. 

“That’s it, that’s the stuff.” He smiled into the words, making you cry even louder at the intrusion. He couldn’t stop praising you, he was too fascinated by you. “Always so wet for me. Fuck, yes. So wet and slick, ready to let me in. I adore this young pussy.”

You sobbed at the last words he pronounced, Anakin cracking a wicked grin. He was mesmerized by how unfiltered and vulgar your dark side turned out to be. Finally a worthy opponent.

Anakin and you worked on each other until you were both grazing the edge: sloppily kissing, moaning on each other's mouths and exchanging the same air by just how close you were. The scene replicated the rush and eagerness of a young couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other’s pants. It was so intimate, yet distant at the same time.

Because he wasn’t technically fucking you his conscience weighted a bit less. Using that logic, Anakin found comfort that, as long as you two kept your shenanigans at hand stuff, there was no reason why he should be called a cheater. It was two people exchanging favors.

It was him shaking you off his system.

“A-Anakin, you make me feel so good. Please.” You squealed when he circled around your clit with his thumb as his thick fingers worked in and out of you. 

“Next time you touch yourself, you’ll think of these fingers, you’ll think of me.” Anakin grunted, flicking your nub without care. He relished on the little scream you let out.

Anakin felt the exciting clench when he inserted his third finger in, your contorted face tattling you anyway. That was good news, because he was close too. It was hard for him not to when you were looking like sin itself with your dress discarded at waist level, cheeks flushed and mouth hung open, begging to be fucked by his tongue. 

Anakin wanted to grip you, rip you apart, crush you under the weight of his desire. He needed to have all of you in order to move on, so the next half of his life was spent dreaming about the feeling of you, as an alternative of a lifetime simply wandering. And as much as he wanted to extend this moment forever, your constant spasms were threat enough to let him know release was right around the corner.

Gushing on him again, you felt your body going limp. Smiling to the ceiling, you thought about how Anakin had ended your miserable drought with two winning orgasms. It was so intense, you were actually ashamed of how many unholy sounds you squealed but it didn’t make sense why a simple hand job would feel so good.

Flipping onto your stomach at the speed light, Anakin needily pulled up the bottom of the dress until your ass was bare and exposed for him to fondle as he pleased, panting frantically. You didn’t even felt ashamed when he split you open; you offered yourself to him even more and he fucking loved it.

He fucking loved how shameless you were, how excited for his attention you got. A breath of fresh air, that was you. 

But right when Anakin was about to give into his darkest desires, right about to cross the line between wrong and utterly wrong, gripping the edges of the table while trembling as his cock sat an inch away from your entrance…

Just one little push and he would taste heaven.

Just one little thrust and he would know glory in the purest form. 

The debate raged inside of him, a bead of sweat falling from his temple. He was only torn away from his mental debate when your impatient orbs peep from over your shoulder. 

“Please.” You whined, shaking your ass to entice him. “P-please do it, daddy. I’m begging, I really am.” 

Knees weak, Anakin was about to cave.

Just one swing of his hips. Just one tiny buck-

Another whine came out of you, but a disappointing one, this time provoked by Anakin jacking himself off until he was covering your heart-shaped cheeks with the viscous liquid you desperately wanted to swallow. Holding your jaw so you would make eye contact with him, Anakin put two cum-covered fingers in front of you, almost spurting a second time when your eyes rolled at the back of your head at the taste. His jizz was as good as dessert, for fuck’s sake.

But things come to an end.

“This can’t ever be known.” Anakin finally picked himself up from behind you, buttoning his pants as he shook his head, clearing his throat. It felt like he was talking to himself,  “This- uhm, this never happened. Never happened...”

“But it did. And I liked it.” Not fixing your dress so he would be greeted by your perky nipples, you turned to face him. “In fact, I loved it. I kinda want more.” You tilted your head, eyeing his groin without a filter. “Don’t you want more, daddy?” You had found a weak link and Anakin was making absolutely no effort to hide the effects of the word on him. 

Of course he wanted more. He wanted everything. Especially when you were staring at him with those eyes, and that hair, and those tits- God, those firm, perky tits were getting to him.

The phone he had installed for inner communication inside the house rang. It was Padmé calling him to sleep, the noise from his workshop disturbing her dreams. A nerve-wracking feeling took over you as soon as the phone call ended, you evidently awaiting for his next statement. 

He would either stay or leave. As simply as that. 

In or out?

When Anakin took one bite of the pie as he fixed his eyes on you, you smirked as a mirror of his own smile. 

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[healmydesires]

it’s warming up ꕤ (a.s)

pairing: anakin skywalker x sub!f!reader

summary: anakin edging you. that’s it.

genre: smut + fluff , tbh pure filth sorry! (mdni! 18+ only)

word count: 1,5k

warnings/tags: pxrn no plot sorry <3, established relationship, sub!reader and soft dom!anakin because … that’s just my thing, use of vibrator, edging, vaginal fingering, oral!f receiving, dirty talk, begging, praise kink,, after care is heavily implied. lots of pet names.

a/n: this came up to me this morning and all I could think about all day was anakin edging you 😭 this was supposed to be a short blurb but I can never restrain myself with writing smut so here you go. 💘 enjoy!

dividers by @saradika <3 thank uuuu for making these 🫂

ao3 • masterlist

Anakin is cruel.

He’s been keeping the toy on the lowest setting and every single time you are about to spill over the edge he would abruptly withdraw the vibrator from your pussy and stop your oncoming orgasm.

You’ve lost count of how many times he’s been edging you this evening.

“Please, Ani,” There’s a sharp gasp lodged in your throat, fighting to be released as you grapple for oxygen. The buzzing and steady vibration overwhelms you as he continues to hold the vibrator close to your cunt. Anakin’s body is still hovering over yours, his eyes transfixed on the way your face contorts with every movement he controls.

“You like that angel?” Anakin smirks as you can’t seem to form a coherent answer as pleasure consumes you. “Poor little thing, she can’t even talk.”

Every now and then he changes angles, moving the massaging head of the device to your already fluttering hole, leaving you a whimpering mess. Your pussy is aching and throbbing for release. Then he presses the device right into your clit as he leans down to capture your mouth in another heated kiss, swallowing all your little noises.

“Anakin, please… it hurts.” you whimper desperately while pulling away from his lips, as he presses the toy ruthlessly against your clit.

The man chuckles lightly in amusement as he shakes his head. He then pulls away completely as he notices you getting close again. A broken mewl escapes you as he edges you for what feels like the eighth time tonight.

You’re hot all over, feeling extremely dizzy. You whine in frustration as you grab the sheets beside you. “Please, Ani, I’m sorry.”

“What exactly are you sorry for?” He lifts his gaze as he looks directly at you, his eyes full with lust while he furrows his brows at you. Anakin then turns the vibrator to the highest setting as he presses it lightly against your clit. Slowly, his lips curl into a wicked smirk as your body jolts at the action and cry out.

“Are you sorry for acting like a brat the whole day?” He sighs dramatically before looking at you pointedly. “Or, are you only apologising because you want to come?”

“No!” You try to squirm out of Anakin’s grip but you should know better than that. He’s a lot stronger than you after all.

“No?” He raises one of his eyebrows.

“I—”

“Oh sweetheart,” Anakin tuts with a dangerous smile. “I know exactly what you mean.”

You know better than to believe him when he says he understands. Despite his devious expression, you give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Y-you do?” You whisper as you look up at him with wide eyes.

“Oh yeah, I do.” He smiles down at you. As the man above you holds eye contact with you he presses the vibrator against you while it’s still on the highest setting.

“Ani, fuck!” You scream as you throw your head back. You squeeze your eyes shut as the pleasure overwhelms you once again. Tears well in your eyes as the tension in the lower pit in your stomach starts building all over again. Quickly.

You try to grasp for breath as he every now and then presses the vibrator harder against your sensitive clit.

He chuckles as you rock your pussy against the toy, as you try to find release. Your hips bucking up to meet the movements of it, your eyes squeezing shut as your climax feels so close again. “So desperate. So needy.”

“Only for you.” You gasp as you writhe underneath him.

Your poor pussy is soaking, your hole begging to be filled and your clit pulses heavily as the love of your life continues to press it against the sensitive spot.

“Ani,” you whine, hoping he will let you cum this time, “please can I cum? I can’t do it anymore. Jus’ wanna cum, Anakin, pleasepleaseplease.”

You’ll never be afraid to beg for what you want. Especially when it comes to Anakin. But if he’ll actually take mercy on you, that’s something else entirely.

“I don’t know, baby,” he coos, “do you think you deserve it?”

“Y-yes! I d-do.” You whimper as frustrated tears slide down your cheeks.

He shakes his head with a sigh, “I don’t think you do.”

“B-but I’ve been nothing but a good girl now.”

“I guess you’ve been doing good,” Anakin hums before he leans down to lick a stripe up your neck, making more whines to spill out of you. “But, I’m not sure you’ve been good enough though.”

“Please, I can’t—”. A broken gasp leaves your lips as you feel one of his fingers at your entrance. Your hole clenches around nothing as it begs for his touch.

He chuckles as he continues to tease your wet hole, almost penetrating it with one of his fingers every now and then. Your hips move against him, as you try to chase his gentle touch, to feel more of him. A devious smile stays on his face as he takes you in. You’re so desperate. He finds your pleading truly amusing as you attempt to convince him.

He then turns off the toy and pulls his touch away from you entirely once again.

“No!” You cry out. Tears continue to slip down your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut. “Pleasepleaseplease pleaaaaase. Ani—”

Moments later a surprised moan falls off your lips as he licks a stripe up through your folds and teasingly dips his tongue into your entrance before he travels up to your clit, spreading your lips with his wet tongue and sucking your overly sensitive button into his mouth.

You practically scream at his actions, arching your back slightly off the bed. Your body trembles as you try to grind your pussy slowly against Anakin’s lips.

“I know baby, I know.” He whispers against your pussy as he looks up at you intensely from between your legs.

Strong arms then move, locking around your thighs, securing your hips with his biceps, holding you still despite your attempts to grind your pussy against his mouth again.

As Anakin buries his face in your cunt, he continues his ministrations on your clit as he gets lost in the feeling of your scent, taste, and your moans and whines fueling him on.

A finger of his then travels down to your slit, slowly sliding inside. Pumping the single digit into your wet hole, his mouth remaining on your clit, circling around the bud with the tip of his tongue.

“Please,” you whimper.

You’re a mess of his name, you chant his name over and over again. Eyes are squeezing shut as tears continue to well in your eyes, his arms press into your hip bones to pin you in place as you buck into him again and again, trying to get closer to that feeling of his tongue lapping on your clit and pleading him to let you cum.

You are so close. Suddenly you feel his fingers and mouth retreat from your core and you whine at the loss. This makes Anakin chuckle.

“Hold it.”

You were so close. Tears slide down your cheeks as he pulls another broken moan out of you. “Ani, please. I can’t do this anymore.”

“What did I say?” He whispers harshly before he leans down again. He licks up a single stripe up your slit. “I said hold it.”

Then, he slides his tongue into your entrance, curling the muscle upwards to brush your walls.

You feel so dizzy. Moaning and whining, you writhe underneath him. “Fuck, Aniiiii.” You whimper when he begins thrusting his tongue in and out of you just as his fingers had been doing moments before, hips bucking uncontrollably into his mouth as you repeatedly whine his name.

You try, you really try so hard not to come as his tongue continues to pleasure you. But it seems impossible.

Everything feels so fuzzy as you whine, rambling, pleading with him once again.

Anakin slips his tongue out of you, his gaze softening as he takes you in.

“Alright baby, you can let go. You’ve earned it.” he whispers before his lips wrap around your clit.

With one last harsh suck on your nub you come with a loud cry, your back arching. Your vision turns white and your ears ring as your whole body racks with such intense pleasure, you almost think you might pass out.

Gasping out his name, hips stuttering until the final waves of aftershock pass. Your body tenses before it relaxes back into the soft mattress. Gently, he laps at your release until it’s getting too much.

“So good.” Anakin whispers as he presses a final kiss on your hip bone, then slowly crawls back up to you, his lips leaving kisses in his wake.

You’re still trying to catch your breath, trying to keep your eyes open as he finally hovers over you.

“My good girl,” he whispers before both of your lips meet, the kiss soft and gentle, making you feel all fuzzy inside.

[hanasnx]

Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E1

MINORS DNI 18+

SUMMARY: october 1st | sunday kinks: breeding kink WC: 1k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker x f!reader WARNINGS: f!reader | dom!anakin | pnp | coitus | kinks: breeding, myophilia, size, degradation | impact play: marking, biting, spanking | mentioned: pregnancy, lactation, titjob | doggy style | unprotected sex | mommy issues | body image: “fat tits.” | no y/n

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“Don’t you wanna fill me up?” Your persuading words had no sooner left your lips than Anakin stands at attention. That intense and addicting gaze lands on you, shooting lightning down your spine. A motion so quick you jump in response, knowing exactly what’s in store for you now that you’ve made your desires clear. Out of pure habit, you retreat, giving him a thrilling chase towards the living room, pushing through the kitchen door.

“Don’t hide from me, baby, I can fucking smell you.” That booming voice calls out to you, a shriek of delight emitting from your throat in reply. You whirl around at the sound of the door slamming against the wall when he stormed through it. “You want me? You’ll get me. All of me.” Your movements slow, backing up as he hunts you down. Tall, intimidating, and scowling… Anakin Skywalker paralyzes you. Hypnotized by his figure and how it stalks towards you, the backs of your knees bump the armrest of the couch. Out of habit, you glance over your shoulder to visualize what’s behind you, when a large hand shoves at your chest. You fall until your back collides with the cushions, wide eyes searching his for an ounce of regret. There is none. As he crawls on top of you, strong hands grip the undersides of your thighs, slotting in between them. “Where’s that sharp tongue now?” he taunts, “Are you afraid?”

“No,” you answer, allowing him to do as he pleases with your body.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” The warmth of his crotch nears, sunning your loosened hole. You’d been hopelessly horny all day. Hard, and long, the familiar outline of his length presses against your folds through the fabric of your pajama shorts.

You shake your head to his question.

That talented tongue moistens his plump lips, refusing to break your eye contact as he dips his head down to place heated open-mouthed kisses against your chest. Trailing them down to your freed tits, palming them to mold a crevice in which he fits his face into. Sharp teeth sink into the flesh, no doubt leaving a print. The sting causes your yelp, jerking your head away.

“Fucking look at me.” Anakin demands, grip tightening onto the fat of your chest, pinching your perked buds between his thumbs and indexes. Pain teaches you, and you obey him. “I’m gonna fill you up, like you asked.”

“Fuck, baby, you ovulating? You’re moaning like a fucking pornstar.” Anakin muses, big hand spanking your ass hard enough to leave a mark. That hand remains grasping onto your cheek, directing your movements as you bounce on his thick cock. On all fours in front of him, it amplifies how deep he can go, and you’re swallowing him up so well you feel every ridge of his veins. Leisurely, he thrusts into you, leaning back onto his haunches. “Better be quiet, don’t want the girls to walk in, huh?” To force more noise out of your gaping jaw, he increases his pace, gripping onto your torso to yank you into him. As expected, you scream, burying your face into the cushions to muffle yourself. “Yeah, makes sense. You want me all to yourself, don’t want the others to come take me from you.” he tells you, “I’ll help you.”

He curls his body over you, his hot skin against your arched back as he humps into your squelching hole. Palming the back of your head, he shoves you further into the pillow, the angle shifting to hit the spongy spot inside you. You’re louder than before, and it makes him laugh into your ear.

“Shut the fuck up, baby,” he warns, the playful manner of it starkly contrasted to how he’s been treating you up until this point. “at this rate they’ll figure out what all the commotion is about.”

You can only moan, your body liquefying, flexible to his whims as he uses it to chase down his own high.

“I know why you got me alone.” he confesses, his whispers sending— impossibly— more tingles straight to the fire between your legs. It dampens you, aiding his endeavoring in fucking your hole until it gives out. The pressure on your neck aches, and you recycle your own breath, dizzy. “Knew I could fucking smell it on you. You’re in heat.”

Without thinking, you whine and nod your head.

He keeps talking. “You need a baby, and you need me to give one to you, right?”

Mindlessly, you agree.

“That’s what I fucking thought. Stopped complaining as soon as I got inside.”

His cruel words pierce you in the most pleasurable ways.

“Want me to shoot a load in you, knock you up. Want me to put you out on the streets when I’m done with you?”

That warrants a response, protesting him immediately, “No!”

Another breathless chuckle washes over you, picking himself up to scrape his nails along your torso, admiring the view of your perfect ass rocking on his cock. “Was checking to see if you were listening.”

You whimper, embarrassed without reasonable cause. Now that he’s released the back of your head, you turn it, gasping for fresh air, cold on your tongue.

“Fuck, your tits are already fat. They’re gonna get even bigger. You’ll let me milk ‘em, right? If I put a baby in you, means I get to suck on your tits all I want. You’re such a whore for me you’ll let me.”

Your brain can’t form coherent responses, your trap permanently hangs open, allowing any noise to pass through it from the pit of your stomach. That familiar coil tightening to an uncomfortable degree with each dirty phrase he spits at you.

“If you’re this well-behaved, I might fuck your milky tits. Watch it spray out your cute nipples. Fuck, that’d be cute. Get all messy from my cock in between ‘em.”

“Anakin!”

“Yeah, yeah, you want me to breed you, I get it. Can’t stop thinking about what you’ll look like, all plump and swollen from my cum. See how big your belly gets, thinking it’s my kid in there and no one else’s. My cum did that. My cock in you right now is doing that…”

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: sweetheart!anakin x f!reader

FLUFF ❦

It’s only been a few hours since they let you come home. The latest days were the wildest story of your life; labor so painful you felt like you had ten combined period cramps at a time, your cries, screams as you fought to push not only one but two human beings. You were exhausted, trying to heal from the childbirth, and yet so no used to the whole mom title. ANAKIN SKYWALKER was the opposite; yes, he looked tired but he stepped into the shoes of a dad so fast. Practically acted like a real man; giving comfort, being the caregiver, protector, and most importantly, a present husband.

As soon as you stepped into the house after Anakin, a smell of fresh lavender laundry detergent and antiseptic—new, strange, too clean, hit your nose. Everything was too bright, too loud, even though there was only Anakin's mother who took care of your house during your absence.

You felt bad, acting all distant and a little emotionless, when she beamed with sunlight crossing her features. But you felt weird

Your arms felt too weak out of a sudden.

Your heart felt too full.

And your mind felt like it was barely hanging on.

Soon later, Anakin and Shmi didnt even want you to do anything. No lifting, no walking if necessary. Youve been through a lot, you should rest ~ they said.

So here you were, slumped against the headboard in your shared bed, cradling your screaming daughter against your bare chest, tears blurring your vision. She was rooting around desperately ever since shmi had left, leaving two fresh young parents for the night. Her tiny mouth searching, fussing, whimpering, but she wouldn't latch at all.

And your body, already so sore and raw from delivery, felt like it was being set on fire—your breasts all big, swollen and aching. Your skin stretched too tight, every nerve in you rubbed raw in this disgusting, painful way

You sobbed; a big, helpless, ugly sob you couldn’t hold back anymore.

Because it hurt.

Because you were exhausted; emotionally, psychically

Because you felt like you were already failing.

And over the noise, the crying, the buzzing panic in your own head—you heard another wail. This time from your son; the twin Anakin’s desperately trying to settle in his arms.

He paces the bedroom in uneven, never ending circles, holding the squirming baby boy against his chest. Huge hands were shaking, rubbing little circles over the newborn’s back while whispering brokenly over and over again: "I know, little man, I know, I know…"

You choked on another sob as your daughter cried louder, pushing away from your breast again, tiny fists flailing around.

You couldnt hold it anymore

"I can’t do it," you whimpered, voice cracking right down the middle. "Ani, I can’t— I’m failing—"

"Hey, no," he said immediately, voice sharp with urgency, but not anger—rather fear. Fear that you really believe that lie.

He crossed the room in two big strides, the baby boy still bawling in his arms. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, grayish-blue eyes switching up to look up at you, gaze almost pleading. "You're not failing," the curls stuck to his head were a mess, with the dark circles carved under his eyes. His shirt was stained with spit-up already—but God, he still looked like everything you needed. Like he’d fight the whole universe for you.

"For fuck’s sake, sweetheart, look at you," he breathed. "You just brought two healthy, perfect babies into the world. You’re—" His voice broke. He blinked rapidly, as if to stop his own tears from threatening. "You're everything."

You just cried harder, whole body trembling from it, and Anakin immediately shifted closer, maneuvering both babies somehow. One tucked against his broad chest, one cradled in his lap now. He twisted your chin to face him, his lips kissing the tears off your cheeks, your jaw, your forehead, murmuring in that broken, desperate way that made you feel like his entire soul is in his mouth.

"We’ll figure it out," he whispered against your skin. "We’ll do it together. You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone, baby." at that, you sniffled helplessly, nodding into his neck as he let you clutch at him, even with the babies squirming between you both.

"Let’s try again," he said with a little sigh, voice steady even though you could hear the terror underneath. He wanted so badly to fix this for you. To make this easier for you. To take away the pain you have to go through.

"One at a time, sweetheart. You’re doing so great. Just breathe. We’ll go slow." Then he shifted, settling the crying boy against your opposite side while you tried again with your daughter. His big hands cradled her so tenderly, moving her closer to you.

You sobbed again—this time a choked, gasping laugh—when the baby girl finally, finally, latched onto your nipple, suckling weakly on the milk

"There we go," Anakin's voice was thick with relief, a trembling smile breaking across his face. He then pressed his forehead to yours, breathing you in. "There’s my good girl. Both of you."

And even though the boy was still fussing and your body still ached, with the house feeling way too big for just the four of you—

you believed him.

Because Anakin’s arms were around all three of you; so gently, so lovingly. Because he kept whispering, "I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I’ve got you."

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[xzaddyzanakinx]

My Best Girl

Stepdad!Anakin Skywalker x Femme Reader Oneshot

18+ MDNI

Warnings: domestic violence/abuse, non-con/dub-con, oral sex, emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting

Info: this is a graphic and accurate depiction of an instance of domestic abuse/non-con. Read at your own risk.

🕊dead dove do not eat🕊

“Don't lie to me," he snarled, his hands gripping your wrists tightly. "I saw you."

He leaned in closer, his ice blue eyes boring into yours, filled with pure undiluted jealousy.

"Tell me the truth." Anakin’s fingers dug into your wrists just like your knees dug into the tile of the kitchen floor.

You were sitting at the kitchen counter, having a wonderful little moment to yourself. A big tall glass of blue koolaid, your favorite snack and your comfort cartoon playing quietly on your phone for background noise while you worked diligently on repairing your younger brother Luke’s loth-cat stuffie.

The poor thing had been through the wringer this week; left all alone in the cold dark cubby overnight in his preschool classroom, ran over by Leia’s tricycle, and his undoing was being left unattended in the living room under the watchful eye of your family dog. The horrible shriek that pierced your ears was enough to burst your eardrums, you went rushing, hoping that you didn’t walk into a bloody mess.

Though the tantrum that ensued after his initial shock was more than enough to wish maybe just alittle bit that Leia had just wacked him upside the head with her toy doctor’s kit again.

You’d sworn on your life that his ‘only best friend’ would have his leg reattached and in it’s rightful place under his arm when he woke up tomorrow morning.

So there you sat, sewing his leg back on when your stepfather Anakin returned home from work. Covered in oil and grease from his day at the garage, he walked past the kitchen and gave you a wave and crooked smile. You gladly returned the gesture, your relationship with your stepdad had begun rocky, arguments and mean words exchanged on a daily basis. But now, months later, you’d finally begun to get along.

He was a good man, a good dad; it wasn’t his fault that he had a bit of an anger issue. He worked hard to keep it in check, attending therapy, taking CBD gummies, he even tried meditating.

You’d quickly come to realize that his anger was a front to hide his vulnerabilities. He was a horribly cocky and arrogant person outwardly. But inside, tucked away in a beat up box, was a messily stored collection of vulnerabilities and insecurities.

Anakin thrived on praise and affection, he was happiest when he was eight inches deep in your poor little fucked-out pussy. Bathing in the sounds of your babbled compliments, the sweet lilt of your whiny voice when you begged him for more. His favorite thing? The best compliment? The quickest way to reassure him of his worth? That was the devastatingly wet *shlck* of his cock sliding home between your thighs.

It never failed to astound him. The way your body responded to him, the way you were tucked under his thumb. When he was pounding into you night after night while your mother worked the late shift; that’s when he truly came to life.

You made him feel needed. Wanted. Valued. But most importantly? Worshipped.

There was nothing else like the rush of warm adoration he felt from every little noise your pretty mouth made. It flowed over his tired, work-worn body and soothed all his stress away. He needed it. He craved it. He had to have it.

You.

You were the only thing that mattered.

It would be an understatement to say that he regretted marrying your mother. Every second of every day he hated her more. She wasn’t you. She could never be you.

Divorce, the hours of research on annulments, laws and stipulations, the legality of things. He’d searched through it all. He had the best lawyer in the state on speed-dial. Set on retainer for the moment he saw his opportunity to snatch up his brand new trophy wife.

But it’s not exactly acceptable to divorce your wife of six months to run off with her freshly 18 year old daughter is it? No. But was he going to do it? Absolutely.

You were his good girl.

You were his good girl, til now.

Anakin crouched down in front of you, getting on your level somehow made you feel even smaller. Any other time you would’ve taken the time to admire his freshly washed hair that stuck to his forehead in little swoops, the scent of his cedar soap, his bare chest and that delicious V carved into his lower abdomen.

But instead all you could see was the hard line of his lips, his knitted eyebrows… he was trying so hard to be angry. But you could tell he was just in pain, those big beautiful blue eyes were holding back tears, and you so badly wanted to comfort him, to make him understand.

“Anakin. Please listen.” You pleaded with him, desperate to get him to hear you out.

“Oh? I’ve been listening.” He stood back up and grabbed your hair roughly, tilting your head back to force you into eye contact. “I just don’t believe what I heard.”

“Just look!” You said gesturing at your phone laying on the counter near him, the screen cracked. “Please just look at you’ll see.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. Seeing what I already know is there.” He scowled.

“Am I not good enough for you?” He hissed, shaking your head by your hair. “Is that it?”

Before you could even answer him he grabbed your jaw and pried your mouth open and shoved two fingers down your throat.

“That’s alright. You don’t deserve me anyway.”

Collecting your saliva on his digits, he removed his fingers and flicked the spit on your face, making you flinch.

“Not even gonna waste my spit on you.” His voice tinged with hurt under the grit of his anger.

Your eyes welled up with tears, never had he spoken to you this way. You never imagined that he was capable of being so mean. Of course he had his issues, you’d argued plenty before you both finally allowed the hands of fate to shove you into each other’s arms. But never like this.

“I come home from work, see you sitting all pretty and patient for me.” He starts, his voice low and dark.

“Then I come back from the shower, ready to hold and love and spoil you just like I do every night. I leaned in to give you a sweet little kiss and what do I see?” You weren’t sure if he wanted an answer, so you stayed silent and waited. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do.

“I asked you a fucking question.” He grumbled. “You were so eager to talk earlier, so fucking talk.”

“You saw me decline a phone call.” You said quietly, trying hard to keep eye contact with him through the blurriness in your vision.

“A phone call from who?” He prodded.

“My friend Tyler.” You answered meekly.

“Exactly.” He released your hair by pushing you backwards, causing you to catch yourself with your elbow right on the granite tile flooring.

Pain shot up your upper arm and wracked your body with a momentary spasm of tension as your brain tried to sort out this new pain. Extended your arm gently you breathed in relief that it wasn’t actually damaged, but you would definitely have a gnarly bruise.

Anakin had turned around, his back to you. One hand on the kitchen counter and the other ruffling his wet hair, shaking off water droplets as he did so.

“Why?” He asked, his tone quieter but no less menacing. “Why would you hang up like that if there wasn’t anything to hide?”

“B-because Ani, I was talking to you!” You tried to explain as you stood up and hesitantly stepped closer to him.

“Don’t.” He barked over his shoulder. “Don’t you fucking touch me.”

“I was- okay.” You said, backing away.

“Anakin I was just trying to focus on you that’s all. You’d just gotten home, I didn’t want to be bothered while I was spending time with you.” Your whisper sounded cracked, broken.

“Why is a boy calling you at 8:00 on a Friday huh?” He spun around quickly and grabbed your arm.

“They’re not a-“ You tried to speak, to explain yourself but he didn’t give you a second breath.

He stole the air from your lungs and the words from your mouth with a resounding *smack* to your cheek. The impact was so forceful that your head felt like it was on swivel and you stumbled back. Too shocked to even cry, too hurt to look at him.

“Were you planning to cheat? Is that what this is?” He scoffed.

“N-no!” You squeaked. “No I wouldn’t! Never!”

He laughed, not in amusement or cynicism, but in a strangled bout of hysteria.

“And I’m supposed to believe that?” His teeth clenched and bared.

“You think someone else would treat you as well as I do? That they’d be able to put up with your attitude?” He laughed again, pointing his finger in your face.

“You’re a fucking brat you know that? There’s not another man in this galaxy who could love you like I do. You’re a spoiled bitch. But you’re my spoiled bitch.”

You flinched at his choice of words. He’d called you a brat plenty of times, sometimes even as a term of endearment. Bitch though? The thought of him calling you that was previously inconceivable.

“You want me to show you how someone else would treat you? How this stupid fucker Tyler would handle you?” He growled, putting a hand on the back of your neck and forcing you to your knees.

“Anakin wait! Just let-“ He shoved your face into the soft flannel of his pajama pants, fisting your hair to hold you in place while he ground his cock across your tear stained cheeks.

“No sweetheart I’m not Anakin right now remember? I’m anyone but me.” He corrected you.

“Take your fucking shirt off. I want to see those pretty tits.” He smirked as he watched you quickly comply. “There. Not so difficult Hmm?”

You shook your head no in agreement with him, hoping to appease him. You had no idea where this was going, but you knew for damn sure that you weren’t gonna like it.

“That’s right.” He said as he gripped your jaw once more, chuckling when you instinctively dropped your mouth open. “That was the last easy thing you’ll be doing tonight.”

“Pull out my cock.” He demanded, the look on his face giving no indication that this was negotiable.

You hesitated, then steeled yourself to comply with his order. His pretty cock, the beautiful thing that made you feel like you were floating amongst the clouds… was standing tall and proud. This was the only time you’d ever been unhappy to see it and you hoped it was the last time too.

“Oh don’t look at me like that.” He grumbled. “This is what you wanted isn’t it? To be a whore? To cheat on me?”

“No! Anakin Tyler isn’t-“ He scoffed and took advantage of your open mouth and forced your head down around his length.

“Fuck.” He mumbled his stomach muscles tightened momentarily before relaxing again.

“Finally some fucking peace and quiet. I’m sick of your whining. I don’t ever want to hear that fuckboy’s name again do you understand me?” He growled, his eyes filled with jealousy painted red with rage.

Anakin started to thrust quick and shallow into your mouth panting while he glared down at you like you were his mortal enemy.

“You like this?” He asked, watching you shake your head no vigorously. “No? Didn’t think you would.”

“Can’t fucking believe this shit.” He moaned, tipping his head back toward the ceiling before letting his chin fall to his chest.

He growled, seeing you drool down the column of your throat. A fire lit behind his eyes and burst into an inferno after only seconds of this brutal punishment.

“Move your tongue.” He commanded, jerking your head to the side when you didn’t do it immediately. “Fuck, that’s better.”

Your tongue lay flat against the under side of his shaft as his cockhead started to bully its way down your throat, in and out in deep ruthless strokes. Tears pricked your eyes and began to fall, this time from discomfort instead of the horrible emotional pain he’d dealt to you.

“What?” He laughed again, looking down at you with a menacing grin that didn’t meet his glassy eyes. “Don’t wanna be a whore anymore do you?”

You shook your head no to the best of your ability and Anakin nodded in agreement, his breath caught in his throat just like his cock was stuck in yours.

“This is how men treat whores.” He said matter of factly. “Like a stupid little fuck toy. Do you want to be a stupid fuck toy?”

“No of course you don’t.” He tsk’d. “You want to be my good girl, my sweet princess.”

You nodded vigorously, choking on his length accidentally from the quick movement.

Your gag reflex kicked in violently, caused by your choking fit as you tried to cough, your body begging for some control to be returned to you. You struggled to breathe as he continued his brutal assault on your throat. But despite the pain, there was an odd thrill running through you, a sick satisfaction knowing you were pleasing him in this way. You should hate him for what he’s doing right now, but it would be a lie if you said you didn’t find it alittle bit hot.

He was unraveling quickly, his hips snapping fast and deep. You heard the familiar change in breathing that happen just moments before he would cum, the cute little high-pitched whimpers that left his beautiful plump lips.

You tapped his thigh, looking up at him with furrowed brows and pleading eyes. Begging him to relent for just moment so you could breathe.

“No, I’m close. You can wait." he growled back, his pace unrelenting, but his voice becoming shaky.

“I don’t understand.” He panted, looking down at you with a pained expression. “Why would you want to be treated this way when I give you all the love in the world? When I love you so much?

“Seeing you hurt like this baby… it hurts me.” He sniffled, on the verge of tears.

“Just think, imagine it sweetheart; what if you went out there tonight and that horrible guy did this to you?” His eyebrows turned up in a deep swoop.

“You know I’m only doing this to help you right baby?” He let out a choked sob as his cock twitched in your mouth.

“I don’t want you to get hurt! I love you!” He cried out, his own tears freely flowing, salty drips hitting your face as he stared down at you with the face of a broken man.

“Promise me you won’t ever make me do this again.” He whispered, lovingly wiping the tears from your eyes. “I can’t stand it.”

“Promise? You won’t ever do it again? Please baby.” He cried, his chest heaving with a sob as his face scrunched up.

“Can’t do that to me, you can’t! I’d die.” He was practically hysterical, seeing him like this was tearing you apart in ways his rough treatment couldn’t. The pain and torture in his voice was a worse punishment.

“I wouldn’t wanna live without you. I wouldn’t.” He sobbed, his thumbs softly caress your cheekbones made you forget all about the way he was brutalizing you. It made you forget the hurtful things he’d said. You weren’t even sure your throat would be sore after this; how could it be worse than having your heart bruised the way Anakin’s must be?

“My sweet girl.” He sniffled. “My poor baby, I’m sorry. So sorry I had to do this. You understood don’t you doll?

You nodded, crying for an entirely different reason now. If you could, you’d be wailing. Pleading with him as you comforted him with kisses and gentle touches, holding him as he cried over your actions. How could you have done this? How could you be so cruel!?

“Good girl baby.” He hiccuped. “Good girl. I love you. Love you so much babydoll, g-gonna hold you n’ make love to you like you deserve.”

His hips stuttered against your mouth, his stomach tense and his hand tightened around your hair.

“My best girl.” He whined. “Do you want my cum? Those horrible bad men wouldn’t give it to you. They wouldn’t know how much you love it.”

You nodded, eyes rolling back in your head. He’s right. They wouldn’t know, how could they know? No one knew you like Anakin did.

“Mmm… yeah? G-goddamn.” He whimpered, pushing your face deep into his groin, your nose pressed firmly into the curly hairs at the base of his cock.

He sobbed, a full loud heart-wrenching sob as he came violently down your throat. You gratefully drank it down, thankful he’d let you have it after all you’d put him through.

Gently he pulled himself from your mouth, wiping his eyes dry as he sniffled. Tucking himself back into his pants before scooping you up into his arms and rocking you against his chest. Then he walked over to the recliner in the living room and sat down with you.

He let you cry it out while showering you with love and affection and beautiful sweet words in his warm honeyed voice. Finally once you’d calmed down he tilted your chin up to face him. Giving you a slow sensual kiss. The kind of kiss that was almost sticky, your lips wanting to stay connected for as long as possible.

“Are you okay sweetheart? Do you need anything?” He whispered against your lips in a pleading tone.

“No.” You shook your head, still taking shaky short gasping breaths. “M’so sorry Ani.”

“Oh baby. No, it’s okay.” He cooed. “You didn’t know. That’s why I had to teach you huh?”

“Uh huh.” You sniffled.

“You understand now don’t you doll? No body could ever love you like I do.” He squeezed you tightly as you agreed.

“That was horrible wasn’t it?” He sighed. “Those other boys… oh princess it would be so much worse you know that?”

“I couldn’t be as mean to you as they could, not even half as bad.” He said softly as if the information were scary to even say outloud.

“R-really?” You squeaked, not even half as bad? You shivered at the thought that if could ever be worse than he’d shown you.

“Yes baby.” He nodded, a sad and solemn expression on his tear streaked face.

“Th-thank you Ani.” You sniffled. Feeling grateful that he wasn’t even capable of what must be such horrendous brutality.

“Oh sweetheart. Don’t thank me,” he whispered, petting your head. “Just hold me and I’ll hold you okay? We both need alittle extra snuggles tonight after that don’t we?”

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[oh-biwan]

[rattling cage] Do you have any Obikin fics that you've enjoyed? Your beautiful art made me slip right down the ship rabbit hole and now I need recs, any rating/theme.

-blushes, clears throat- Hi!

I like a lot of different flavors but, to keep it simple, I'll try to match my recommendations to the theme I'm cultivating on this blog so far.

First of all, I have to mention skyl_tales, they wrote some of the absolute Obikin classics and I love their work, it's very dear to me. If you haven't read anything from them yet, I strongly recommend taking a look at their works and going for anything that captures your attention!

Alright, now my conscience is clear and we can move on:

Armageddon Game by posthumous_vigor

One of my more recent obsessions. Basically, padawan Obi-Wan gets captured by Sith Anakin and then groomed to the Dark Side. What I enjoy about this one is how, even despite the unfavorable cards that Obi-Wan has been dealt, he cleverly chases down his goals... but not without twisting himself in the pursuit as well. He is an active actor in this play and ultimately it is not Anakin who Obi-Wan plays against. And by recommending this I'm recommending the whole series :).

Untouched by objectlesson

This fic has one the most predatory padawan Anakin I've ever seen. This child is just so deliciously fucked up in the head. I... I think I'll just let the author's summary speak for itself: In his darkest moments, Anakin began to think of it as his right. To control Obi-Wan’s sleeping mind, force it into a box, shut it up so he could take what he deserved. Warm skin, slack face, soft snores. And then—then—more.

pleasure, little treasure by objectlesson

A guilty pleasure of mine. And probably a very hard pill to swallow, so careful there. In this one, Vader goes back in time, kidnaps Jedi initiate Obi-Wan, and makes him his apprentice. Yes, it's very dark, a psychological horror, but this author writes with such skill and poetry that I trusted they could make me enjoy reading stuff I'd normally avoid... And I was right. The beauty in the abominable. That's why I love this author, the things they write are so refreshingly daring and so deeply fucked up on so many levels, but served in a way that makes me swallow it all up without question. (oh, I should probably mention that as of now this fic is unfinished, I seldomly pick up unfinished works, but with this one, I have no regrets :))

hold my heart more gently than you do my throat by tennessoui

This is a role reversal omegaverse AU. Master Skywalker has been captured by the Separatists, and behind the Council's back, his omega Padawan sets out to save the master in distress. It is debatable if the master in question needs the saving -noises of massacre in the background- (he did need the saving, in my opinion :)). What I really love about this fic are the horror vibes of little Padawan getting chased down the hallways of the enemy base full of dead bodies, and an unknown monster breathing down his neck, but the only thing on his mind is how to find his master and rescue him. Also, I enjoyed the final twist and how the story unfolded in the end. Satisfying. If omegaverse is your thing I definitely recommend this one.

game plan by treescape

Out of all the recommendations, I consider this to be the tame one. If all of the above made you hesitant to try, this is the one to go with. The summary: Vader keeps capturing Obi-Wan during the Wars. Obi-Wan keeps escaping. It's kind of a thing. I'm recommending this one for the banter. Some of it is just next level. Very amusing to read. Chef's kiss.