#n*sw

[meiyudo]

Baby Fever

Anakin x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ani- not here” you almost whimpered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Anakin looked no different than a routine bodyguard. 

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

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

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

“Senator?” She finally asked. 

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

“Pretty” she giggled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She giggled and shrugged, making you frown. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So that's what this was all about. 

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

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

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

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

He just knew it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[espricus]

can the moon live without its sun?

[littlekhada]

This thing is a month old and I. I forgor. So, yeah, rebels Thranto AU chilling with Kalluzeb!

"Hey, I said no cheatin!'" Zeb utters abruptly, leaning forward to fix a glare upon Thrawn. "Yer countin' yer cards, aren't ya? You may be the superior military strategist, but I know my cards. And you best bet I know how to count 'em." Beside him, Kallus stifles a laugh. Because of course the former Grand Admiral is counting his cards. The man has no grasp on politics whatsoever. Rules are arbitrary, laws even more so, and Kallus is willing to wager a great deal of credits that the man has never stepped foot inside a casino. "My apologies, Captain Orrelios." The response is a smooth drawl, tainted with embarrassment. "It appears I have yet to learn the etiquette of these games." "Or any etiquette at all," Eli Vanto adds from where he sits besides the Chiss, directly opposite Kallus. "For being the genius you are, you sure are stupid sometimes."

(By TheReadingWriter on AO3)

[1-800-crscnt]

sort of silly idea i have is the Coruscant Commanders taking power naps whenever they can because they're getting worried about their horrible sleeping pattern resulting in avoidable & fatal mistakes, but it tends to be a "drop dead where you are" power nap since they don't want to waste time getting to an actual bed/couch/chair if they don't have to. so their men will sometimes see them passed out (or trying to fall asleep as fast as they can) right outside of the mess, in the middle of the break room, in a maintenance tunnel, etc. sometimes, their nap breaks align, so there's a chance for one or two of them to be used as a mattress by another. most of the men don't get over the sight of their Commanders in a pile springing up immediately once the break is over and going back to work.

[dumbbitchgalore]

Sex Worker!Reader who works in a brothel in Amsterdam that John regularly visits when he’s in the area.

When Price is in town, you make sure to free up your schedule cause this man books you in for days on end and pays you by the hour and absolutely hates it when you say that you’ll give him a discount.

He takes you around the city, shows you places outside of the red light district. Places you’ve seemingly forgotten from all the years that you’ve worked in a brothel.

And for some reason with John these places look even brighter than they did in your childhood. A familiar sense of warmth and comfort spreads within you before lust consumes you wholly when you find yourself cock-drunk underneath him.

Your time with John always been shorten than it really was. At first it was a business transaction, providing pleasure for money. But now it was beginning to feel different, mimicking a false sense of domestic bliss.

Were you beginning to fall for your client?

[grumfield]

sisterwives who hate each other and the guy they have shared custody over

[arrothededushka]

for @littlekhada ☕️

[queenie-official]

Judge: He’s responsible for killing children

Me: But your honor, he’s just so baby girl

[floorbe]

"Giving Back"

[James Wilson x GN!Reader]

Warnings: nsft, wilson gets a b.j., reader has no specified gender but is called 'beautiful' Summary: Wilson always gives-- now it's time to receive. Or; you give Wilson a bj. Pairings: James Wilson x Gender-Neutral!Reader A/N: guys I love james wilson so much its not even funny. ive been fixated on him for like two years. help Fandom: House M.D. Word count: ~2300

“H-honey, what’re you—?” a muffled gasp interrupts Wilson’s question when his hand clamps over his mouth, fingers flexing tautly around his lips. His eyes are wide, almost wet with the way his eyes seem to glimmer, gazing down at you— and you? You’re knelt between his thighs, hardwood digging sharply into your knees without care from you. You had more important things to pay attention to… namely, the man sat in front of you on the plush couch with his knees already trembling.

Your hand trails up his slacks, taking the time to map along the seam of his thigh. You tear your eyes from his only to watch how his pants are beginning to tent. You cup the forming bulge, delighting in the way it kicks against your palm. His legs flex subtly, twitching to welcome you further in. His chubbed cock kicks again against the meat of your hand as you finally rub him through the fabric. “What do you mean?” you ask innocently, gaze flicking up to meet his through your lashes. You have half a mind to bat your eyes at him.

His eyes flutter shut briefly, a muffled grunt cushioning against his palm before his gaze meets yours again, now lidded. His warm eyes trail along your features, resting on your lips before moving to your hand, still curling around his rapidly hardening cock. “Y-you don’t have to…” his breathless reassurance trails off when you trace a single finger up his length, teasing his cock and the zipper of his slacks with the tip of your nail. You’re rewarded with a sharp gasp from him, his thighs jolting from the sensation.

“I want to,” you remind him, making a show of pinching the zipper before inching it down painstakingly slow. You shift to rest your cheek against the inside of his thigh, warmth seeping through the fabric and into your flushed skin. His hand drops from his mouth to worm underneath your cheek, cupping your face delicately. “Relax, Wilson,” you nuzzle into the palm of his hand, sighing softly as if you aren’t currently tugging his cock out of his slacks.

“Sorry,” he breathes out absently, pupils blown wide as you drag the pad of your finger teasingly over the tip of the straining bulge in his boxers, “Not very used to— ah—…“ He cuts himself off with a shaky gasp when you finally drag the waistband of his boxers down, “—Shit, this.”

His cock bounces free of the fabric, resting heavy on your palm as you admire how it twitches. You swear you can see him throb, pre-cum already drooling from the slit of his tip invitingly. “Exes never sucked you off?” you ask with a raise of your brow, letting the pad of your finger press against the bead of precum on the head, smearing it across the slit and making his hips kick up, “No wonder they’re exes.”

“They did, it’s just…” he trails off briefly and you watch his throat bob, “…been a while, is all.”

You hum noncommittally, raising your hand to admire the sticky line connecting your finger to his tip. You raise your finger higher, letting the slick break apart on its own before popping your finger into your mouth. You can hear the way his breath hitches, supported by his hand climbing from cupping your cheek to carding through your hair. You let your jaw drop open, letting him see the way your tongue curls around your finger, tasting him.

“Jesus,” his eyes are lidded with awe as he chuckles breathlessly, his cock twitching in front of you, “You’re…”

“Amazing? Groundbreaking?” you offer playfully after popping your finger out, a titter escaping you before you shift closer to his aching length. You don’t give him time to rebut your words before you’re wrapping your palm around his cock once again. You give him a nice, slow pump accompanied with a kitten lick to his slit and are rewarded with a moan from him— one that cracks halfway and leaves his voice suspiciously close to a whimper. Snapping your gaze up at the sound, you watch mischievously as his gaze darts away from you, clearing his throat.

“…Ignore that.”

“Absolutely not,” your grin widens when he groans, lifting a hand to cover his quickly reddening cheeks.

“Look, sweetie, you’ve been teasing me all day, o-of course I might—“ his words are quickly twisted into a strangled moan when you suddenly take the head of his cock into your mouth, one hand slipping up to cup his balls. You can see his eyes fluttering shut, giving up on the weak defense as his eyebrows pinch up in that familiar, delicious expression he gets whenever you tease him for a bit too long. A thought strikes you, and you can’t help the smirk that curls your lips from around his tip— he didn’t want to be teased? You could do that.

You take a deep breath in through your nose, pausing your ministrations and drawing his attention back down to you. Once his eyes meet yours, and only then, in one gulp you take his cock down your throat. You welcome the hot, swollen head of his dick to drag up your tongue and towards the back of your throat, nudging uncomfortably against the walls of your mouth. You barely suppress a gag, focusing on breathing in through your nose, relaxing your mouth… Still, you can’t help how your throat constricts around him with each swallow.

When you finally look back up at Wilson, his head is thrown back, jaw agape in a strained, broken moan. His fingers are flexing in your hair, still careful to not tug even in his blissed out state— his chest is heaving, pushing out each breath with effort as his thighs tremble and shake around your head.

“F-fuck, [Y/N]—!” he groans, hips twitching when you steady your forearm over his hips, restraining him from bucking up into your mouth, “Oh, shit, mhm—…” Wilson moans breathily as you swallow around his cock again, and you can feel the veins of his length throbbing where they rest against your tongue.

“If you keep going I’m gonna—“ he pauses to give a shuddering breath when you swirl your tongue around the underside of his cock, fingers clenching on your scalp as he gives a weak whine, “—c-cum way too soon…”

Instead of responding you meet his gaze through your lashes, gulping teasingly around his cock. His eyes are already on you, and you can’t help but think he looks beautiful like this: cheekbones flushed a delicate red, lips parted in his vain attempt to catch his breath, large brown eyes inspecting every feature of your expression… his cock kicks in your mouth just as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he begins, a breathless moan tracing his words as he spreads his thighs further apart, “You want me to cum in your mouth? Like sucking me off? Yeah?”

Your hum of “mhm” sends vibrations through his thick cock, leaving you delighted in how his dick throbs in your mouth at the new sensation. You watch his eyes flutter shut briefly.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, carding his fingers through your hair as he attempts to grinds his hips further into your mouth, stopped only by your firm arm, “Absolutely gorgeous.”

You reward his praise by easing back off his length, slobbering your tongue over him until only the tip is settled in your mouth. You only give him a moment before bobbing your head all the way down again, hands tightening their bracketing of his thighs and forcing his hips still as you bob your head.

“Oh shit,” he gasps out, hands flying out to clench at the plush cushion of the couch, steadying him from your onslaught, “Y-you haven’t—“

“You haven’t cum yet,” are are the words he’s trying to choke out— you know all too well, as he practically demands you cum first every time you go down on him. If Wilson is anything, it’s considerate, almost painfully sweet— but you refuse to let him lift a finger right now. The thoughtfulness has a warmth swelling in your chest, a lewd mimicry of his cock swelling on your tongue, dribbles of pre-cum splashing into the back of your mouth.

Ignoring the burn in your nose, you gaze up at him, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around his length. He looks gorgeous like this, you think once again: cheeks flushed a deep red, thick eyebrows pinched up to match the way his mouth hangs open. Hair sticks to his forehead from the exertion, framing his big, wet brown eyes as they meet your gaze. His tongue slips out, wetting his lips as his gaze roams over your face. You don’t think you could ever get tired of seeing that.

His fingers move card through your hair, gentle in nature despite how they shake and tense. His eyes flutter shut as you constrict your throat around him, his head tipping to rest on the back cushion of the couch. “S-sweetie, slow down,“ he pants out, cock twitching violently inside your mouth, “I-I’m not gonna last if you keep—…”

His words have the opposite effect than intended. The idea of him spilling down your throat this fast? From you? God, you’re going to milk him dry tonight. You lift a hand to cup his balls, massaging them delicately in the way you know drives him crazy, corners of your mouth stretched into the closest form of a smile you could get. Your other hand slips down to pump the length of him that isn’t in your mouth, eliciting a strangled moan from above you.

His dazed, glassy eyes flutter shut at the action, and you can feel his thighs tremble from where they were framed your head. You hum around his cock, sending vibrations through the length as you work your hands tirelessly over his throbbing length. His cock kicks in your mouth at the same time his hips stutter, bucking and grinding into your mouth best he can. The way his voice is cracking into an almost whimper… he was close, and you could tell.

You take a long, deep breath through your nose, preparing yourself for your next action to tip him over the edge. You drop your head down once again, though this time your nose brushes against the coarse, trimmed hair at the base of his abdomen. He lets out broken moans and gasps, cock twitching violently on your tongue as his hands flex around the couch cushion. You let your hand that was previously pumping him slip around to cup his lower back, encouraging him deeper.

That finally tips him over the edge, hot cum spilling into your mouth as his hips grind up into you. His breathing is ragged, interrupted by cracked moans and whispered encouragement. “God, so good, always so good,” he breathes out as you keep your head down for a moment, swallowing with difficulty as his cum dribbles out of the corners of your mouth.

It’s only when you feel his thighs start twitching that you pull back, the breathy noises from him turning quickly to overstimulation. You let your jaw drop agape, showing him the head of his cock sitting pretty on your tongue as your hand pumps the rest of his cock, milking the last few drops from him.

Wilson’s chest is heaving as he empties himself into your mouth, his eyes struggling to choose between admiring you or squeezing shut at the intensity of the orgasm and how you work him through it. As he flops back against the couch, boneless, you delicately let his cock drop from your lips. One of his hands abandons clutching the cushion to thread through your hair, soothing.

“Thank you… I’ll… I’ll return the favor in a second,” he nearly wheezes, slumping back further into the couch before running his other hand through his damp locks, “Just gotta… catch my breath…”

“Don’t worry about it,” you snicker breathlessly, rising to your feet with a small grunt, knees sore from the hard floor. You plop down beside him as he fixes you with an incredulous look, eyebrow raising in that way you know will end with a playful argument from him. It’s sweet, but you want to take care of him for once. “Seriously,” you cut him off before he can begin his tirade, an amused smile growing on your lips, “Tonight was about you.”

He stares at you for a long moment, eyebrows furrowing contemplatively before he heaves a large sigh. “…Fine,” he groans begrudgingly, stretching his arms above his head with a crack of his back, “I’ll let it go… this time.”

You blink in surprise. Not that you had expected anything in return from him, but you’d had this “argument” many times before— and he’d never let it go that quickly. Maybe you wore him out? A smug grin worms onto your face at the thought, and you shift to meet his gaze again, posture relaxing at your win, “Really?”

“…No.”

He’s flipped you onto your back before you can process the (typical) response, his lips already attaching to the sensitive spot on your neck that he knows drives you crazy.

“Hey!” you laugh in surprise, wriggling in his hold as he peppers kisses along your jawline. You can feel his smile against your neck, stuttered huffs of his laughter following the sensation as he coils his arms tighter around you, trapping you in his embrace. You struggle against his hold until he trails his lips to your face, and you fall limp in his hold with a faux groan. You don’t even try hide the grin on your face or the laughter in your voice as he, once he notices your lack of resistance, eagerly fumbles with the waistband of your bottoms, “You’re an ass.”

“I’m also about to be in an ass—“

“Wilson.”

“Or somewhere else.”

“Wilson!”

[aemndxx]

𝒶.skywalker. ┆ belonging.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ first time writing for anakin in a min …n yes it's a modern au . <3 be kind, pls. !!!

anakin skywalker is a naturally dominant man, and we all know that, but, when you're sitting in his lap, like just now, all pretty and your glossy lips all pouty and kissable, doe-like eyes all innocent and dreamy, anakin cannot help but want to have you, to possess you, to own you in every way possible—completely.

he craves you, desperately, day and night, every second of every waking moment, and his dreams, they're so vivid—they're of you, because of course they are, and you're so beautiful, so perfect, the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, or will ever know.

anakin knows he must have you, giving the sweet-smelling skin of your pulse point a soft, tender kiss, knowing you're a sensitive little thing, but he doesn't care, doesn't care that you whine and playfully swat at his thick, muscular arm, and he just wants you to understand, to understand that you belong to him—that you've always belonged to him.

"anakin," you mewl girlishly, so soft and sweet and naïvely beautifully, he cannot stand it, and he gives you a small, lazy smirk, his blue eyes sparkling as they slightly gaze down at you, watching you, watching your expressions as he wraps his strong, masculine arms around your waist, tugging you closer against himself on his lap, wanting to see how you'd react.

anakin loves your little reactions, always so shy and sweet, it makes him smile, how bashful you become around him, how you try to act as if your little cunt isn't quivering at just the mere sight of him, knowing your panties were already soaked with your sweetness, just waiting for him to lick you clean, happily and eagerly.

and anakin is more than happy to help you, to help relieve you, to relieve that ache you feel, and he wonders if you ever touched your sweet little pussy—good girl that you're, he doubts it, but he wouldn't know, you don't like talking about such 'naughty things' as you like to say, always too bashful around him to speak such lewd words aloud.

anakin has no such qualms, he enjoys discussing how he wishes to devour your sweet little pussy, to fuck you until you're numb and too dumb to speak, your limbs weak and needing his help to do basic things, like bring you snacks or bathe you—he'd do anything for you if you'd only ask, and even more.

"what's wrong, baby?" anakin croons lovingly, raising a large, tan-skinned hand and gently curling two long, calloused fingers under your chin, forcing your eyes to look up at him, making your belly flutter with a swarm of butterflies—and anakin cannot help but smile wolfishly, chuckling softly as he can feel the way your body trembles in his lap, needy and wanting, and if you'd only ask, he'd give you what you so desperately crave, what you need.

all you need to do is ask, and anakin skywalker is more than willing to provide that relief for you, in any way you desire—he is yours, yours to command, just as you belong to him.

[shrenvents]

My Bounty.

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal, unprotected sex, force play. Minors dni

Pairing: Clone Wars (single) Anakin Skywalker x Bounty Hunter reader

Summary: Anakin Skywalker goes above and beyond to make your life difficult, taking whatever he wants without explanation. So when reader confronts him, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Word count: 1.7k

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The meddling nature of the Jedi was nothing compared to the nature of Anakin Skywalker. His darkness seeps its way into everything. His dark robe, gloves, boots, curls, eyes. He was the darkness enveloping me in a dizzying spiral of hate and desire. And he did it again. He stole my bounty just so he could give me that dark look.

His gaze observes the way my fists clench and how I chew my bottom lip. A wicked smirk dances on his face as clones praise and pat him on the back. He knew exactly what he was doing, watching me with an intensity, that had me shaking.

Finally, Anakin’s eyes move away from my figure, beckoned by his Master. He stalks towards Obi-Wan Kenobi and his mocking facade breaks instantly. I nearly scream at the sight. What was he hoping to achieve? Stealing my potential profits is certainly an interesting pastime, not one you would expect from “the chosen one.”

I huff out my frustration, deflating my tense shoulders. With his back now turned, I relax. Pivoting on my heel, I hurry away from the scene. On to the next hunt, before Skywalker gets the chance to take it from me.

Frankly, I have no clue how it started, his fixation with making me miserable. I almost feel paranoid, as if I’m making up the whole debacle. But from the way he looks at me, unspeaking, I know this truly is my reality. Anakin Skywalker hates me.

...

Now glaring at my reflection within the confines of my room, my restraint runs thin. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna confront him because that sort of thing always goes well.

I head out towards the Jedi temple where Skywalker is most likely training his Padawan. While marching over, I contemplate the arguments I will bring up when face-to-face with him. How I will look into those comet-like eyes and not get distracted by his plump lips.

Moral of the story, I’m going to put an end to this one-sided game we play.

Once my vision connects with his broad back, his name escapes me without hesitation, “Anakin.” Saying it takes me by surprise, seeing as though I’ve never said it before. But clearly, it shocks him more, as when he turns around, his eyes are vaguely wider than I’ve ever seen them. “Y/n,” he says back flatly, face becoming neutral. Now I’m really taken aback by the way my name rolls off his tongue. Quickly, I collect myself and remember my well-thought-out points.

“What are you doing?” And out the window they go.

Anakin quirks his head quizzically. His silent reply to my rather stupid question ticks me off further. I’m practically vibrating with rage. “That was my mark you stole today Skywalker, you realize that?”

As if he’s finally understood my inarticulate speech, his lips part dumbly in “awe.” There he goes pushing my buttons, silently watching me unravel. “You think I wouldn’t notice?“ My face flushes red as I elaborate. “All the crooks you’ve miraculously caught are always the bounty that I’m after.”

There's a beat of silence where he inspects the way my chest heaves in exasperation. Then he speaks. “About time you did.” He states matter-of-factly. My jaw drops. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’ve been waiting for you to notice,” he remarks with a bored look.

“Notice what?” I spit out, scowling at him.

“Me,” he finishes plainly. Silence engulfs us again and I take note of how close we’ve become. “Why would you want that?” I question, utterly perplexed.

“What do you mean?” Anakin’s brows furrow.

“I mean you’ve never spoken to me before.”

“Neither have you.” He counters. My fists tremble.

“Why then? Why do you need me to notice you?” I demand.

“What other reason can there be?” He grumbles while giving me a once-over, and then something clicks. My face falls.

“Those looks you give me-”

“Say just how much I want you, more than words ever could.” He ends my sentence, his face remaining stoic. My heart hammers wildly. I suspect he’s now waiting for me to make a move, to say anything, maybe even reject him. Instead, I hastily circle my head around, surveilling for bystanders before frantically grasping at his robe and pushing him into a nearby room. His facade flatters once again and I see puzzlement consume his face.

After I awkwardly turn the door knob and take us into the empty room, I shove him away. Anakin staggers back, looking completely disoriented, almost regretful. “Y/n?” He trails off. My anger is radiating off my body, and I know he can feel it.

“You should’ve said something,” I assert, seething.

“I’m-“ Anakin is abruptly cut off by my lips smashing against his. With my arms reaching around his neck, I can feel his body freeze. After a short moment, I start to peel away, dejected by his stillness. But Anakin instantly chases after me, no longer shying away.

He gropes my waist, and one arm pulls around it, while the other slides up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades. A moan evades my throat and is met with a deep groan.

His palms carve out my figure and fist at my clothes. Whines rush out my mouth as his tongue mingles with mine. He vigorously makes work of me, and I have to pull away. Though his lips instinctively follow me, I’m out of reach, so he settles for my neck. Sucking fervently, one may fear the spots he’s making, but in this moment, truthfully, I couldn't care less.

“Ani,” I whimper, and he growls against my nape in response. “Fuck, I need you,” I whisper. I feel his movements lurch and he mumbles something, but I can't seem to hear it over my haggard breathing.

He tears himself away from my neck, still keeping my body pressed against his. He then shifts his gaze around the room. “There’s no furniture here, I’ll just have to fuck you standing.” An audible gasp flees my mouth as Anakin slings my body around his torso, legs straddling his hips. His hands clench around my thighs as he hoists me up, securing me in place.

Fortunately, the short gown I threw on this morning made it easy for Anakin's crotch to caress my core through his pants. I push down on him and he groans at our proximity. "I was wondering when you would snap," Anakin mutters into my ear as his grip tightens. I whimper. "Screw you."

"Be patient. You will." He soothes. Digging my front teeth into my bottom lip, I drop my forehead to his shoulder as our lower halves grind against one another.

The sounds of our moans crowd the room and I can't take it anymore. "Kriff patience, I'm done waiting, General," I command in the most sensual voice I can muster. Evidently, my attempt to provoke him works because one of his hands leaves my thigh and clutches my hair in a fist, tugging my head back so his lips can crash into mine again. His other hand shifts down to his slacks. His breath hitches when he releases his cock, and so does mine when it springs up to my clothed clit. "Oh maker," I just about scream, head falling back.

His hands make quick work moving my underwear aside, and his member brushes against my folds. I shudder and screw my eyelids shut. I feel Anakin's gaze fixate on me. "Look at me." Hearing his order, I immediately obey.

Eyes fluttering open, I look into his lust-filled ones. Getting flustered by their heat, I squirm. "Y/n." He hushes, breath blowing across my face. Glancing at his features briefly, I nod, communicating what we both desperately need.

We both hold our breaths as he brings me down on his length in a slow glide. His cock pierces my entrance, and I clamp down on my incoming yelp. He was big. I hear him distractedly repeat my name, face buried in my collar. My eyes look to the ceiling in prayer.

His movements dissipate midway, and I feel his stomach clench. "You take me so well." He mumbles almost to himself. All I can do is bob my head in response. In this short pause, the pain disperses and all I feel is him - pleasure, darkness. His arms snake around my waist while mine harden around his nape.

Suddenly, he plunges into me, filling me up completely. My cry echoes throughout the room and I instantly sink my teeth into the cartilage of his ear. The growl that leaves him is next to primal. His rhythmic pounding begins to pick up speed, and I can barely keep up with each stroke. "Kiss me," he stammers out. Reeling back, I lock eyes with him before diving my tongue into his mouth.

His hips snap into my own, over and over. His stomach clenches once more and he pants into my mouth, "I'm close." Though I feel incredible, I'm not quite close to my limit, and he senses it.

One of his palms unravels from my body, steadily hovering over my center. Thinking he's going to touch me, I arch my back away from his embrace to allow space for his digits to meet my clit. But, as I wait, an unexpected pressure attacks my core. I gasp away from his lips and I peer down, leaning my forehead on his.

His hand isn't physically touching me, yet I feel as though I'm close to climaxing. Bewildered, I shoot my eyes from his floating hand to his lewd expression. His grin is strangely smug as he watches me. Then it registers: he's using the force to make me cum. Completely stunned, I simply bore my eyes into him, mouth agape.

Our orgasms come at once and wash over us at his charge. He puffs out a loud sigh of relief and continues to hold me, pumping slower than before, til the action ceases.

"Maker," I huff, "Next time, just use your words, and I'm yours." A smile forms on his face. He sheepishly nods, "Next time."

[djarinsphere]

sex in the dark with din.

(do not interact if you are not at least 18 years old!!)

when he first opens up to you and both of you can’t deny the sexual tension, he’s willing to take off his helmet as long as you can’t see any of him in the dark.

you’re only feeling him everywhere. there’s the scrape of his beard against your neck, his strong chest hovering above you and his calloused hands making their way down your thighs. you kiss him and it’s sloppy at first, but he soon seems to memorise every small crevice of your body.

his fingers make their way through your wet folds, carefully entering you and he knows exactly what to do from here. your hands can feel his strong back as he’s lying on top of you, lips still absentmindedly planting kisses all over your neck.

when he’s finally buried inside you with his cock, you hear his groans right next to your ear. he’s trembling in your arms, starved of this kind of attention for so long. your legs wrap tightly around his waist as he starts to thrust slowly and steadily at first. his quiet moans sound like heaven to you and you eventually feel his fingers lace with yours, pinning your hands down next to your head.

his pace eventually grows sloppier, faster. din is growing more desperate and so are you. you need more of him, every thrust pushing you closer to orgasm and he’s hitting that sweet spot inside you at just the right angle.

when he reaches his high, his face is buried in your neck, hot breath against your skin and that familiar scratch of his beard again. your fingers are holding onto his warm back, your breasts pressed against his hard chest while you tremble underneath him. your orgasm washes over you in waves and the mandalorian wants to memorise every little sound you make.

or the way your pussy clenches around his cock. the way your nails dig into his skin.

it’s not a surprise to either of you when you engage in this a little more often.

[fear-is-truth]

✶ 𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬 ── 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

╰ kinktober day 7 — ab riding | tags ; nsfw. mdni. f!reader. humping his abs (duh)

You knew it wasn’t safe to see him like this, especially here. Jedi were forbidden from forming attachments—emotional relationships were strictly against the Code. But it was too late for both of you. You were already in too deep.

Anakin sat cross legged in a quiet corner of the Jedi Temple, his focus on the long strip of cloth he was carefully wrapping around his left hand. The veins running down his forearms were prominent, standing out against his sun-kissed skin, and every time he tightened the bandage, his biceps bulged slightly.

As you approached with a bottle of Aitha in hand, your gaze drifted lower, unable to resist the sight of him. His chest rose and fell steadily, each breath making his abs flex—hard, defined ridges contracting and releasing. His body was a masterpiece of strength and discipline, sculpted from hours upon hours of intense training. The deep lines between each muscle were pronounced, leading down to that tantalising V-line that disappeared beneath his low-slung training pants.

“Ani,” you called out, catching his attention. He looked up, and the moment his piercing blue eyes landed on you, they softened. A lazy grin graced his lips as he leaned back, draping one arm casually along the back of the bench.“You’re not supposed to be here,” he pointed out, though the crinkle of his eyes betrayed his pleasure at seeing you.

“And you’re not supposed to be this tempting,” squatting down, you handed him the bottle. “I brought you something. I figured you’d need it after… whatever training they’ve had you doing all day.” Anakin accepted it with a smile, fingers brushing against yours.

“Thanks,” he murmured, setting the protein drink aside. His gaze swept over you, filled with something much more than just affection, and then flickered back to the bandages in his hand. He tilted his head, beckoning for you to come closer. You hesitated, glancing around.

“We shouldn’t—”

Before you could finish, he grabbed your wrist with enough force to pull you into his lap, making you gasp as you tumbled into him. His fingers trailed lightly across your waist, brushing against the fabric of your robes before cupping at the curvature of your ass, squeezing gently. his eyes darkened in realisation as you straddled him.

“no base layers? naughty girl…”

“Ani,” you whined, half a warning, half pleading. You knew you should push him away, for both your sakes, but your willpower was waning rapidly. Anakin leaned back on one elbow, gazing up at you through half-closed eyelids. “I’ve spent all day thinking about you,” he admitted in a slightly whiney tone, “I needed this. I needed you.”

Straddling him, your body rested over the hard planes of his abs. As you shifted slightly, you felt the taut muscles beneath you, every inch of him solid and unyielding. You bit your lip, but you simply couldn’t help yourself. Your body moved again, rocking ever so slightly against him. A quiet moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

“You don’t have to hold back, you know…”

He groaned, abdominal muscles tensing as you dragged your cunt against him again. Your body on autopilot now, rocking against him as you felt the full strength of his core beneath you. Each roll of your hips was a delicious friction that sent pleasure from your clit to your gut. You knew this was dangerous, that anyone could walk in, but the risk just made it all the more adrenaline-inducing.

“What if,” you began, voice shaky as your hands planted on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath. He grinned, hand tightening on your waist as you continued to grind against him, his abs providing that perfect resistance. “What if someone sees us?” you asked breathlessly, your body betraying you as it continued to move in rhythm with his. His skin was now covered with a light sheen of sweat and your slick.

“Let them,” a hand slid up to squeeze at your breast. “All they’ll see is a Jedi Knight-in-training taking a break with a pretty girl on his lap. No one would suspect a thing…”

[stargirl-writes]

respite

pairing : f! reader x anakin skywalker

word count : 2.2k

masterlist

summary

Amid the war, a healer and a soldier find themselves entangled in a delicate dance between love and survival. When exhaustion and unspoken wounds threaten to drive them apart, they must confront the weight of their fears, jealousy, and vulnerability—knowing that healing isn’t always about fixing what’s broken, but learning to hold on through the storm.

tags : angst, angst with a happy ending (!)

warnings : blood, tending to a wound

notes : hello my loves <3, 1 yr writing for a.s. and long story short all my energy was used trying to survive my medical internship. healer! reader is my most self indulgent coping mechanism— here's another angsty catastrophizing passage i'd like to share wit y'all hehe

Anakin Skywalker was a knife personified.

Sharp, blunt, useful. A touch can draw blood.

But despite the danger, he was made of steel— unrelenting and unyielding. One would make an effort to not stare too much— at what his purpose of being reveals; that in the hands of someone cruel, he becomes something of a weapon.

They say that the healer has the bloodiest hands— a permanent imprint of those you've saved and those you've failed.

You try not to think about it too much— your losses cannot equate to the priviledge of a chance to keep someone alive. That was a gift. Only a God can define salvation—what you're doing is an attempt.

But what did your fingers ever do before they held him?

All of it seemed to pale in comparison.

Maybe the sun has set differently in Coruscant, a place always buzzing with neon and noise— maybe you just stopped noticing it the way you stopped noticing him. You don't know why there remained a part of you that was mistrusting, waiting for him to grow tired with you. Instead, the jagged streaks of electric blue and searing magenta faded into something soft, casting a warm golden light that lingers even after the sun slips behind the horizon, refusing to ever dim.

It's both comforting and heartbreaking that over time you could forget holding onto something so sharp long enough to feel it slip— can leave a trail of blood.

The door to your quarter hisses open— and the weight of Anakin fills the room before he utters a word. His boots are heavy on the floor, dragging with a kind of exhaustion that sinks deeper than muscle and bone. Even his shoulders, which assumes the posture of a Jedi slumps forward. He pauses— gaze wide and apprehending.

His robes are dark with dust and sweat, blood smeared across the cuffs of his bionic arms— not his, someone else's. Always someone else's. He stands there too long, unmoving, as if having already read what's on your mind.

"You're hurt," You speak across the room.

"I'm fine."

His voice is low, flat, like all the life has been scraped out of it. You've seen this before, the wounds he carries aren't the ones stitched into his skin.

He turns on his heel, taking off his clothes. You step closer, noticing the slight wince as he tries to reach for his robes. He held a pose of defiance, unflinching even as you slowly took off the fabric that clung to his flesh. You pressed your palm against the soft skin of his shoulders, coaxing him to sit by the edge of the bed.

He lets out a sigh as the robe slips off. You turn to grab the medkit sitting at your bedside table— its existence a harsh reminder that anytime he comes home— so will the hurt that resides deep within him.

His eyes are hooded and dark as he follows your fingers gently press over a gash lining his chest. He sat still— either too tired to care or too numbed to feel it.

"You can't keep doing this, Anakin,"

He tilts his chin upward, "Doing what?"

You paused, eyes locking in a silent challenge as he kept playing asinine.

"Coming back half-dead and pretending it doesn't matter" You pressed the cloth over his wound, he hisses, flinching away.

He takes your wrist, eyebrows furrowed at your accusation. "I'm still here, aren't I?"

"Barely."

You seal the wound with a sterile band, the scar tissue will build thick and uneven, just like all pain that he refuses to touch buried deep underneath.

It's hard not to get frustrated to watch Anakin undo all the work you've done— that he would resort to passively allowing it to hurt. His skill with a saber is unquestionable, a droid won't be able to even come near him to inflict pain. As the war dragged on— he'd come home late at night appearing more and more injured. Perhaps it's his way to alleviate some guilt. Because he needs it to believe a sort of redemption— that he is not reduced to what was required of him.

A weapon. Unyielding. Unrelenting.

You turn to pack your materials back to the medkit— no longer able to stomach the tensed silences. You can't quite remember when it felt as though you've become one. Someone who deals death and someone who restores life. Where you began and where he ended was the most beautiful thread in the fabric of fate. There had only been one night—just one— where he let himself sleep, slumped against you in a rare moment of peace. You remember the way his breathing evened, slow and steady, as if for a few precious hours, the war has loosened his grip on him. And the room is blanketed with a sort of promise, that he'll be here for you as you were for him. And that also meant working through the difficult days where loving simply won't suffice.

It seems that the difficult days are outnumbering the ones where you both were happy. Thinking back at it makes you feel as if those days had been another lifetime ago.

He slumps down the bed, arms folded holding his head. "I've handed the 501st' command to Ahsoka, the mission in Mandalore is dragging on, I need her with me,"

He's always carried more than he should. Always assumed the weight of a galaxy, even when it would break him. Having your back against him made it easier to deliberately slow down your words to an unassuming casualness. "Without Obi-Wan?"

You go to Obi-Wan to fill the gaps of the chasm forming between you and Anakin, the ones only Obi-Wan seems to understand.

You turn to sit down beside him. You didn't need to access the force to feel the shift in the atmosphere.

"I haven't seen him in a while," His eyes were staring ahead— up at the ceiling. "So… how is Obi-Wan?"

There was an unmistakable edge to his words—tinged with bitterness and accusation.

"What?"

He chuckles hollowly. "I figured you'd know by now. You always run to him."

His sarcasm drips with an underlying insecurity. Obi-Wan, a person he looks up to, being more trustworthy than he was. He's trying not to sound accusatory but it's obvious that he's struggling with jealousy.

You open your mouth to say something. To defend your actions. What else could you have resorted to? When anytime you try to bridge that gap between you, he turns away. Your heart lodges in your throat— any attempt to explain just sounded as if you and Obi-Wan had been conspiring to manage him.

He straightens, balancing his weight against his arms, gaze demanding an answer. "Why do you keep going to him?"

"I'm not—"

He stands to his feet, tension rippling through his body like a coiled spring. "Yes you are! Every time you think something's wrong you look for him like I'm in need of fixing."

You clasp your fingers together— begging them to steady. "I'm only worried about you— you keep coming home changed like…"

"You're disappearing.“ You answered, "How long can you go on like this without breaking?"

There was a beat of silence. He rubs his temples, pacing bad and forth like staying still is the hardest thing he's ever done.

"And so what, you're going to keep patching me up thinking I'll be someone else?" "No," "—Then stop pretending that I am."

“I keep losing everyone, I can't lose you too." You utter as the guilt verbalizes.

His expression softens recognizing the vulnerability of your words. Something in him falters— just for a moment, a breath—and the weight of his exhaustion settles to his shoulders. He kneels down in front of you.

"You're not losing me," He says, quiter this time, as if he's convincing himself as much as you.

"It feels like it…"

He clasps his fingers over your hands, unraveling them. He opens his mouth to say something back—but then he stops. His head dips, the fight draining out of him. In the quietness, you could hear him pace his breaths with yours.

"You're not going to go through this alone anymore," He shifts closer, his bare chest leaving imprints on the skin of your knees. "Ahsoka will be on Mandalore while Obi-Wan takes Utapau, I'll stay here."

Your fingers slip through his hair, brushing it away from his forehead, tracing the uneven skin lining his face. He leans into your touch, and for a little while, the storm settles, just enough to let you both breathe.

He'll always be someone else's arsenal. He is yours. In a way that you wear his touch as a shield, his promises as hope from all the battles left to fight. He plants soft kisses on the palm of your hand, and a light ignites. Something eternal. Something that tells you that there are things worth holding on to—even when it hurts. You're not going to find the resolution tonight. But this was the beginning. That would have to be enough.

"I'm staying," He says as he presses his lips to your palm again, as if sealing the promise neither of you fully understands yet.

You nod, a smallest curve at the corner of your lips, for a fleeting moment, you feel him smile too.

It feels as though love will suffice. You knew he'd weave the fabrics of fate until it only spells your name. That he will tire, and it will not be easy.

"You know for someone who's fine, you're really bad at hiding pain."

Anakin's lips curved to a faint tired smirk— barely there, but real enough to make your heart lighten. He snakes his long fingers against your waist, pulling you closer until his warmth anchors you.

"Guess you must be rubbing off on me." He murmurs, voice rough with exhaustion, but there's a softness in it—like something broken finding a way to heal.

For a moment the weight lifts. It's not gone, not really, but the edges have dulled enough that you can hold him and not wince at the contact of him being pressed against you. Neither of you speaks again, nor moves again. In the dim of night, with senses dulled, the ordinary becomes profound. And— all of the terror slips away, for now. He no longer is someone that breeds horror. He is love. Made solely to be felt by you.

[deansbeer]

Nerdy anakin 🙏🙏🙏

♡ unexpected birthday surprise ⎯⎯ anakin skywalker.

📖 LIBRARY !

SYNOPSIS. anakin's heartfelt birthday surprise leaves you feeling loved and cherished. and you were sure this day was one you'll never forget.

WARNING(S). fluff | f!reader | light angst | soft!anakin | nerd!anakin | emotional vulnerability.

kari talks ◞ forever thanking nai @st4rfckerz for nerd!anakin <3 & not entirely sure how you wanted this to turn out anon babe but i hope you enjoy!

it was your birthday, and as usual, you didn't have any special plans. growing up, your family had never really made a big deal out of birthdays, and now that you were on your own, the day often passed without much fanfare. but this year, things were a little different.

you shared a small apartment with your boyfriend, anakin, a brilliant but socially awkward computer science major who you'd met in one of your classes. anakin was hopelessly in love with you, and he had made it his mission to shower you with affection and attention, even when you protested that you didn't need or want to be spoiled.

as you walked through the front door of your shared apartment, you stopped short, eyes widening in surprise. the entire place was decorated with streamers, balloons, and a large "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”banner hung across the living room wall. soft music filled the air, and the aroma of something delicious wafted in from the kitchen.

"anakin?" you called out, your voice laced with confusion and a touch of panic. "what's going on?"

suddenly, anakin appeared from the kitchen, a wide grin plastered across his face. he was wearing a silly party hat and holding a cupcake with a single lit candle.

"surprise!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. "happy birthday, my precious girl!"

you stared at him, mouth agape, as he approached you, holding the cupcake out towards you.

"i… i don't understand," you stammered, your eyes darting around the room. "you didn't have to do all this, honey."

anakin's face fell slightly, and he paused, his brow furrowing in concern. "but i wanted to," he said softly, his blue eyes searching your face. "i know how much you hate making a big deal out of your birthday, but i just… i wanted to do something special for you, to show you how much you mean to me."

you felt your heart swell with emotion, and before you could stop yourself, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. anakin's face fell further, and he quickly set the cupcake down on a nearby table, reaching out to take your hands in his.

"hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. "did i do something wrong? i'm sorry, i just thought–"

you shook your head quickly, squeezing his hands reassuringly. "no, no, baby, it's not that at all," you said, your voice soft. "it's just… no one's ever done anything like this for me before."

anakin's expression softened, and he reached up to gently wipe away a stray tear from your cheek. "well, that's about to change," he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "because from now on, i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you never have another birthday without feeling special."

you felt a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over, and you surged forward, wrapping your arms around anakin's torso and burying your face in his chest. he immediately enveloped you in a warm, comforting embrace, holding you close as you let the tears flow.

"thank you, ani," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. "i love you so much."

"i love you too, babe," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "and i'm never going to stop showing you how much you mean to me."

after a few moments, you pulled back, wiping at your eyes with a sheepish smile. "okay, so what else do you have planned for my birthday celebration?" you asked, your voice light and teasing.

anakin's face lit up, and he practically bounced on the balls of his feet. "well, since you asked…" he said, grinning mischievously. "i made your favorite dinner, and i have a whole stack of your favorite movies ready to go. and of course, we can't forget the cake!"

he dashed back into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a beautifully decorated cake, complete with your name written in icing. he set it down on the coffee table, then turned to you, his eyes shining with excitement.

"and that's not all!" he exclaimed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, neatly wrapped present. "i have a gift for you, too."

you felt your heart skip a beat as he handed you the package, and you carefully unwrapped it, your eyes widening as you revealed a beautiful silver necklace, with a delicate pendant in the shape of a flower, your favorite one at that.

"anakin, it's… beautiful," you breathed, running your fingers over the intricate design.

he beamed, reaching out to gently clasp the necklace around your neck. "i saw it and thought of you," he said softly, his fingers lingering on the pendant. "it's a little reminder for you," he gently points a finger at your chest. "to always know how brilliant and amazing you are."

you felt the tears welling up again, and this time, you didn't bother trying to hold them back. anakin's face fell again, and he immediately pulled you into another tight hug.

"hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice now laced with concern. "was it something i said?"

you shook your head, burying your face in the crook of his neck. "no, anakin, you didn't do anything wrong," you assured him, your voice a little muffled. "these are happy tears, i promise."

you felt him relax, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

"good," he murmured, his voice filled with relief. "because i never want to be the cause of your tears, sweetheart. i just want to make you happy, always."

you pulled back, gazing up at him with a warm, loving smile. "you already do, my love," you said softly. "more than you'll ever know."

with that, you pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss, your hands tangling in his messy curls as you savored the feeling of his lips on yours. when you finally broke apart, you were both beaming, your foreheads resting together.

"happy birthday, baby," anakin whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips.

"thank you," you murmured, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "this is the best birthday i've ever had."

and as the two of you embraced, surrounded by the festive decorations and the delicious scent of anakin's homemade cooking, you knew that this was only the beginning of a lifetime of birthdays and celebrations spent together, making memories and building a future filled with love and happiness.

[arrothededushka]