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You Promised
Pairing: Anakin x Reader
Request(s): Hello love! Could I request something with Anakin x reader where heâs out on a mission and gets hurt maybe knocked unconscious for a bit and when he wakes up heâs like âsheâs gonna kill me for getting hurtâ and when he gets back gets an earful but also lots of cuddles <3
Was recently watching Hunger Games Catching Fire idk if youâve seen it but thereâs this one scene where Peeta gets hurt then Katniss like freaks out and Finnick saves him and realizes shes in love with him and I was imaging that scenario with Anakin so maybe you could write something like Anakin getting hurt on a mission and oc freaking out thinking heâs gonna die and Obi-Wan or Rex can just tell đ
Warning: Angst! A lot of descriptions of chest compressions. It has a super cute ending though I promise!
Word Count: 4k
A/N: I went ahead and combined two that were super similar so I hope thatâs okay. I actually really like how this one turned out so please enjoy! As always let me know what you think love you guys!!
Obi-wan was on his knees.
That was the only thought that echoed in your head.
Obi-wan Kenobi, the general, the Jedi master, the great negotiator, member of the jedi council, was on his knees. Why was he on his knees?
Everything seemed to move in slow motion around you, every noise fading into the background as you tried to move forward, the very air seeming to fight against you as you did so.
Gloved hands clasped around your arms, holding you in place, a modulated voice you recognized registering in the back of your head but you didnât pay attention to any of the words said.
Why was Obi-wan on his knees?
You tried still to push forward but those hands held you back, halted your every movement, white and blue armor entering your field of vision, trying to block your view.
âwhats-â you couldnât even get your whole question out, werenât really sure how to finish it.
You clawed at the armor before you, tried to use it to pull yourself forward, to Obi-wan, you had to get to Obi-wan.
âKid you donât want to go over thereâ Finally the voice broke through the haze, because that was Rexâs voice, his nickname for you. But why was Rex here?
âNo I need to-â you werenât really sure what, you needed to get to Obi-wan, that was all you knew, that everything in your screamed that you had to get to Obi-wan.
âLet the general workâ Rexâs voice was smooth, clam.
But Rex was supposed to be with Anakin, Rex was always with Anakin, Rex had Anakinâs back, Rex kept Anakin safe. So why was he here without him?
That was the first time you really processed the scene before you, the fact that there was a person over there with Obi-wan, a person Obi-wan was kneeling over, a person beneath Obi-wans interlaced hands, a person wearing all too familiar boots with their toes pointed to the sky.
Your gaze cut to Rex, as if you could get confirmation from the manâs helmet, as if he could tell you anything but what you already knew, as if he could fix everything.
âThe general has him Y/Nâ
And somehow hearing him say your name made it worse. Because to him you werenât Y/N you were general, jedi, kid, anything but the gravity that came with your name.
You like to think youâd decided then that youâd feel guilty about it later, but truly the action came without any forethought. Your hand came up with a mind of its own, your energy focusing just enough to give Rex a push through the force, not enough to hurt him but enough to get him out of your way, because right now you needed to get to Obi-wan.
You ran without checking on Rex, ran calling out Obi-wanâs name not missing how the general never halted his movements, and slid down across from him onto your knees not noticing the way loose gravel and glass cut into them as you did so.
Obi-wan was saying something to you, you acknowledged that, but your focus was planted on nothing but Anakinâs unconscious body beneath his hands.
He looked peaceful, too peaceful for the way his body moved beneath Obi-wanâs rough compressions.
âno no no noâ it took you too long to realize it was you repeating those words, that your body was rocking back and forth softly, your hands balled up painfully in your hair, trying to do anything to ground yourself, to make yourself wake up, to give your brain anything it could latch to that would make sense.
Because it couldnât be Anakin lying there without a heartbeat, it just couldnât.
âY/Nâ a shout of your name snapped you out of your stupor, your gaze snapping up to the Jedi master before you.
His eyes never once strayed from his hands on Anakinâs chest.
For the first time you took in the state of Obi-wan, noted the worry he tried to force down that was slipping through his eyes, the way his lips were parted with heavy breaths, the sweat that clung to his brow.
Youâve known Obi-wan for years, the man had been through more than most people experience in their lifetimes. He was a general in the republicâs army, a man regularly sent to the front lines to lead, the person you called to the table when you wanted to negotiate. Obi-wan Kenobi did not sweat.
âObiâ his name left your lips in a whisper, as a prayer, pleadingly.
The Jediâs eyes cut up to meet yours briefly, his compressions never once halting âI knowâ
The manâs voice wasnât scared, wasnât broken, but it wasnât calm either, it was just empty, hollow, the voice of a man who had cut himself off from everything, focusing on nothing but the task at hand.
It almost scared you more than anything else.
âNo no he canât he-â you begged, who you were begging to you werenât sure at this point âhe promised he would be okay, he promised he would be careful, Obi-wan he canâtâ
The words fell from your lips your mind barely attaching meaning to them as they passed.
âRexâ Obi-wan called without a second thought, paying you no mind as his attention shifted to the newly arrived reinforcements, a horde of clone troopers descending on the two of them completely blocking your view as Rex carefully pulled you back.
And you knew they were there to help, knew that Anakin should go with them, that if anyone could bring him back it was them.
But in this moment all you knew was you were being separated from him and you werenât sure if you were ever going to see him again.
Desperately you screamed Anakinâs name over the crowd, watching as his body was hoisted by a few troopers and carried towards the nearest starship, ardently fighting against Rexâs hold as he kept you in place.
âNo no Rex please I need to go with himâ you begged the clone captain âplease I canât leave him alone he canât be aloneâ
The captain did his best to calm you, softly shushing you, holding you in place until your movements started slow, your legs giving out from beneath you as the ramp to the starship that took Anakin ascended, effectively sealing him from you.
Rex followed you down to the ground, arms that had caged you into him softening to offer comfort instead as you watched the ship takeoff âRex he canât die heâs my-â and you couldnât bring yourself to finish the sentence, chocking on the word friend. Cause that wasnât quite right, that word wasnât enough, and it seemed that only when faced with Anakinâs flatlined heart that you could admit that to yourself.
Fate was a cruel thing.
Rexâs hand made its way to your shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze as he rocked you back and forth softly âI know Y/N, I knowâ
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The first feeling Anakin noted after waking was not pain but rather stiffness.
The bright lights assaulting his unacclimated eyes he could get over easily, but the way his own body fought against him from the moment he opened his eyes, the way it seemed to protest just his breathing, that got to him.
âWell hello thereâ
Three simple words and Anakin was calm, the tension in his body melting into the mattress beneath him as he took the time to take a deep breath and try and relax.
Obi-wan was here, and if Obi-wan was here then everything was okay, because no matter what shit he had gotten himself into, and over the years there had certainly been a good amount of it, as long as Obi-wan was by his side he knew he could get out of it.
âWhere am I?â
His voice sounded weak to his own ears, his very vocal chords grating as he tried to speak, only then realizing how thirsty he was.
âmedical unitâ Obi-wan answered, coming to his bedside to help Anakin sit up, passing him a cup of water once he was sure he could handle it âI must say weâve had a lot of close calls in our days my friend, letâs never get that close againâ
Anakin just hummed in response, greedily gulping down water.
âWhat do you remember?â
Finishing the glass Anakin handed the empty vessel back to his master, taking a moment to rack his mind, trying to sort through a jumbled mess of memory. âwe were on Corelliaâ he answered hesitantly âthe separatists were attacking we were there with Y/N I think, she went off with her clone army andâŠâ the words died on his tongue, the emptiness of the room hitting him for the first time. His wide panicked gaze met his masters and Obi-wan read his expression easily.
âsheâs fine, she had to brief the councilâ
Anakin sagged back in relief, his breath taking a second to right itself once again âokay-okay good. Sheâs okay. She separated off and told me to be safe then I-â
âdid the exact oppositeâ Obi-wan supplied with a half smirk, relishing the way that same panicked look grew once again on Anakinâs face in response.
âshitâ Anakin swore under his breath, bringing the heels of his palms up to rub at his eyes.
âsheâs been by your side since she got to Coruscantâ Obi-wan replied, crossing his arms over his chest âhad to threaten expelling her from the order just to get her to go give her debriefâ
Anakin could only groan in response, his posture slumping further as he did so âscale of 1 to 10 how likely is she to kill me?â
Obi-wan chuckled in response âoh my dear padawan we surpassed double digits long agoâ
âit was that bad huh?â
Obi-wan was silent for a moment, hand coming up to rake through his beard in response, a tired sigh escaping him before he spoke again âthe first time she saw you since the moment you separated off was when I was giving you chest compressions-â
âWell Iâm here now thatâs got to be worth something right?â he tried, earning only a single brow raise in response.
Another heavy silence fell over the pair before Obi-wan broke it âAfter seeing her reaction to finding you like that I feel it is my duty as your master to warn you against forming attachmentsâ Anakin nearly rolled his eyes at the same tired old speech, Obi-wan cutting in to continue speaking before he got the chance to do so âhowever, as a friend I will say you ever put that girl through something like that again and breaking the Jedi code will be the least of your worriesâ
Anakin nearly laughed in response, the smile dying on his lips once he brought his gaze up to meet Obi-wans and seeing the seriousness that those eyes held. All words clogging in his throat as he was only able to force up a measly âyes masterâ that at least seemed to placate him for the moment.
Obi-wanâs posture straightened suddenly, eyes cast towards the closed door as he sensed a presence Anakin had felt coming minutes ago. âI believe that is my que to leaveâ
Giving Anakin a small bow Obi-wan made his way towards the door, pausing when Anakin suddenly called out âMasterâŠthank youâ
Obi-wan smiled warmly in response âItâs good to see you breathing again Anakin. Do your best to keep it that wayâ
Opening the door Obi-wan paused just in the doorframe, conversing briefly with someone he knew to be you before disappearing.
The entryway to Anakinâs surprise remained empty, empty for long enough to make him worry.
Despite everything though your form crept through the doorway, seeming almost scared to see him.
And though Obi-wan had told him you were okay Anakin couldnât relax fully until he finally was able to lay eyes on you.
You, however, stayed as tense as ever just inside the door, eyes wide and panicked, gaze pinning him to the spot.
Anakin was almost afraid to move beneath your gaze, afraid any wrong move would break the spell and have you yelling at him.
Cause maker he knew he deserved it but he just woke up, he was alive, and he thought seeing a frown on your face after everything would kill him all over again.
The stare down lasted a tense few seconds as you scanned each other, Anakin noting the bandages wrapped around your palms, the badly bandaged cut on your brow. Maker how many times has he told you to see a medical droid after an assignment instead of trying to do it yourself, some bacta and it would be gone in minutes and he wouldnât have to stare at the physical reminder of his own failure to protect you, of your own vulnerability.
The two of you seemed to snap out of it at the same moment, finishing your physical examination of one another at the same moment, because as Anakin took a deep breath and started to push himself up you were bound across the room in a near sprint.
Your arms were around his neck within the next second, your body planted in his lap, your chest pushed flush against his. And every part of him hurt with it but he didnât care for a second because you were in his arms and the only thought running through his mind was that he needed you closer, that no matter how hard he pulled you into him it wasnât enough because he was alive and you were here and nothing else beyond that mattered.
Much to his displeasure you were pulling back much too quickly and he tried to fight it, tried to keep you against him, tried to seek comfort in your arms as long as possible. But then your palms were cupping his cheeks and all thoughts in his head ceased, your wide eyes were looking directly into his and Anakin could do nothing but freeze, your nose brushed against his and Anakin forgot how to breathe. Then your lips were against his and Anakin suddenly wasnât entirely sure he hadnât actually died back there.
But Anakin had thought about this too many times to hesitate now, he kissed you back just as fiercely, just as hungrily, one hand coming to the back of your head, fingers threading themselves into your hair at the base of your neck as he pulled you into him, his other hand finding your waist and pulling, seeking out any sort of physical reminder that you were here, really here.
But there you went pulling back again, ending the kiss much too quickly for his liking. He tried to follow you back, tried to pull your lips back to his but you were too stubborn, why did you always have to be this stubborn?
Before his mind could even process what had happened, before he could even mourn to loss of your body against his, your hand was raised and Anakin felt a sharp sting on his cheek, a pain he was only 60% sure was new at this point.
He forced his eyes open only to be met with the anger in your eyes he had been expecting since you had walked into the room.
You were pulling back again, getting up from the bed to your feet, fingertips trailing down the sheets that separated his body from yours absentmindedly but leaving a trail of sparks in their wake for Anakin. He tried to reach for them but you were too quick pulling them back, coming up to stand alongside his bed.
He could acknowledge you were talking now, or rather ranting fit it better, but he was too busy trying to reach you, trying to pull you back down on top of him, too busy cursing his every ache and pain that kept him from standing up and following you.
âcannot believe you thought it was a good idea to go off on your own what were you thinking? No scratch that I knew what you were thinking and it was nothing-â
Your words vaguely registered in the back of his mind as you paced back and forth, scolding him. âyouâre right, Iâm sorry, come hereâ the words rushed out of his mouth as he tried to reach out to you again.
But you never even acknowledged that he had spoke, continuing your rant without a hiccup âyou cannot keep doing this to me, to Obi-wan, to Rex, throwing yourself into every dangerous situation without any regard for your life-â
And all Anakin could focus on were your lips as you spoke. Was it just him or did they seem slightly pinker than before? Slightly swollen. A soft sheen on them from saliva, his saliva, maker how he wanted to add to it. He hummed non-committally to whatever you had just said.
You hadnât even looked at him as you ranted, your eyes planted on your feet as you paced rapidly before his bed âyou promised me youâd be careful and this is how you thought you would go about upholding that promise? Because I have news for you if you really thought that was a good plan-â
He hadnât even gotten the chance to really enjoy himself, enjoy the feeling of your lips against his, the taste of you on his tongue. With every second that passed with you still all the way across the room he became less and less convinced that the kiss had really happened. At this point he didnât really care if he had imagined the whole thing he was just desperate to recreate it.
His bed shook slightly as your hands came to rest on the foot of it and your eyes for the first time this entire rant connected with his and Anakinâs focus finally zeroed in, yours seeming to do the same, the both of you acknowledging in that moment you hadnât listened to a single word the other had said in the past five minutes.
Another tense silence passed, each being unsure of what to say to the other, before a tear falling down your cheek broke it. âAni I found you while Obi-wan was doing chest compressions, I only found you after you had diedâ
And for the first time the weight of his own stupid actions seemed to hit him. Because he could tell himself that he was doing it for you, or for Obi-wan, but truly Anakin hadnât ever thought about what would happen after he made the decision to do something stupid. And here he was dealing with those consequences.
You were scared, you were scared and sad and Anakin had done that to you and he wasnât sure he could forgive himself for that.
âY/N pleaseâ he begged softly, one arm extended out to you.
And finally you listened to him, too slowly making your way back to his bedside, and Anakin wasted no time in wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling your head into his chest.
You went willingly, your arms wrapping around his torso, burying yourself into him with a relieved sigh as Anakin buried his nose in your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
âIâm so sorry Y/Nâ he whispered into your hair and for a second you didnât respond, simply stayed in his arms, listened to the sound of his heart beat, reminded yourself he was really here, before replying, your voice muffled slightly by his shirt.
âYou better be Skywalkerâ
And despite everything Anakin couldnât help but chuckle at your threat, arms tightening slightly around you as he fondly kissed the top of your head once more.
âIf I promised to be more careful would you kiss me again?â
It came out in a teasing tone but you froze at the question, your entire body tensing beneath his touch before slowly pulling back to better look at him, your eyes wide in panic âmaker I kissed youâ
âyou didâ he agreed eagerly, hand coming up to cup your cheek.
You brushed aside his hand without a thought, your panicked state leaving Anakin much too amused âI didnât even ask you or warn you or tell you how I feel I just kissed you, maker Aniâ
âAnd Iâm asking you to do it againâ he chuckled, hand wrapping around your wrist and giving it a small tug trying to pull you back into him.
âI couldâve ruined everythingâ you continued to rant, eyes unfocused as you spoke âWeâve known each other since we were nine and I just kissed you like that wasnât going to change everything what was I thinkingâ
âIâm thinking if you donât kiss me now my heart may stopâŠagainâ
Your response was immediate, one fist shooting out and connecting solidly to his shoulder causing the jedi to groan softly âAni thatâs not funnyâ
Nonetheless Anakin took advantage of the way you leaned forward slightly to hook one hand around the back of your neck and crash your lips sloppily into his, a happy groan escaping him once you had finally connected.
Yet again you were pulling back but Anakin learned from his mistakes, never letting you get far. âI want it on record this does not mean I condone you injuring yourselfâ
âYou got it sweetheartâ Anakin mumbled back without much thought, pulling you back into him to let your lips connect once again, relishing the few seconds you eagerly kissed him back before you pulled back once again.
âAnd you canât just say whatever you think I want to hear just so Iâll kiss youâ
âmhm sure whatever you want babyâ he responded with a hum before pulling you in again, an exasperated groan escaping him when you once again pulled back too soon.
âI mean it you have to promise me Aniâ
Anakinâs other hand came up to cup your check, gaze desperately seeking out yours as he held your head mere inches from his own âI promise you I will not put myself unnecessarily into danger going forwardâ and without giving you a chance to respond he was kissing you again, committing every second to memory as he threaded his fingers through your hair.
Your hands planted on his chest as you pulled back again, barely getting out your âand one more-â before Anakin was responding with a simple ânoâ pulling you back into him, the Jediâs desperation making you giggle against his lips as you happily kissed him back.
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Another You (.02)
an anakin skywalker/jedi consular!reader fic set during the clone wars
the pitch: best friends with anakin since he had joined the jedi order, you hadnât expected to catch feelings for him, not that hard, at least. his intentions were clear â his heart already enraptured by the nubian senator, leaving you to ruminate about the prospect of letting go of not just him, but maybe everything. until another anakin shows up, and your â your universeâs anakin starts behaving strangely.
A/N: happy birthday, @kaizsche! i hope you enjoy this update!! a note to all readers â thereâs no y/n here, the readerâs nickname for the fic is sky. happy reading!
part twoâ you're not helping.
word count: 7,042
part one | two (here) | ....
Simply put, Aayla Secura was enjoying this. Restraining herself with absolute failure from bursting into fits of laughter, Aayla watched as even the most experienced of Jedi masters drop their caf or just stare with their jaws dropped, t h u n d e r s t r u c k, at Anakin and his double â the long-haired Anakin â walking side-by-side with Master Kenobi being the only one who separated Anakin from thoroughly sizing up his copy, who simply viewed his new-found sights with a twinkling gaze and an even more unbothered attitude.
âIs it just meââ Aayla leans next to your figure, her eyes fixated on the live footage from the Jedi Templeâs security feed. ââor is our new guest having a wind machine around him? Because you humans could take some hair care tips from him.â
You scowl, elbows propped up on the desk, as you watch the footage behind your intertwined fingers held together as tightly as your frown.
âRelax, Sky,â Aayla props an elbow on your stiff shoulder, âHe gives off a good vibe. And plus, heâs definitely more attractive thanââ
âAayla!â
The agile Twiâlek proves herself as one of the best the Jedi Order has to offer as she flicks on the live footage faster than your attempts to take it away from her.
âMon amie, this is literally out of a holo drama!â she giggles, switching off the footage under your sharp gaze. âItâs a sign from the Force itself to take your leap and get your man, or in this case, one version of the man!â
âAayla, he belongs to another universeââ
âAnd youâre saying you havenât been attracted to him?â
You freeze, and Aayla smiles.
Twiâleks werenât humans, but were sure as hell kriffing good with their senses, so Aayla knew you were lying, and how much she was going to enjoy the day ahead.
Maker, why did I go for this job?
You silenced your mind â thereâs a member of the kriffing Jedi Council in the same room as you and youâd feel much more comfortable knowing Master Kenobi had a visual on his enemies rather than the six hundred scenarios of you and Anakin in your mind.
Instead, you focused on your datapad, tapping on six different squares as Anakin answered your questions.
ââAnakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight, aged twenty-one Galactic Standard. Commanding officer of the Five Hundred and First Legionââ
âCurrently on leave,â Master Kenobi remarked, stroking his beard.
âYeah, but still, Obi-Wan, come onââ
âYouâre really Anakin?â
You perked up at Ahsokaâs voice, who munched on a ronto wrap while perched on one of the desks.
âYes,â the long-haired Anakin hummed. Youâve lost count at how many times Ahsoka has asked the question, and youâre pretty sure Master Kenobi, Rex and Cody have the same question swimming their head since yesterday. Itâs only the constant patience that has persevered through the Orderâs new guest that sets a guilty fire ablaze within your body â and itâs definitely from the way his voice never even fluctuates, just stays the smooth baritone, lower than the usual. Itâs the same tone that your Anakinâs voice always has when he woke up to you working again late in the night, or he just strolled into your quarters wearing nothing but shorts and pressed himself against your back, his toned frame somehow slotting perfectly against your edges.
âButâŠâ she tilted her head, her lekku twitching. âYou look so mature.â
âSnips!â barked Anakin, shooting a sharp scowl toward Master Kenobiâs hacking laughter. Ahsoka shrugged, stuffing herself with more of her ronto wrap. Anakinâs long-haired copy softly pressed his twitching lips together. He caught your lingering gaze, and spread his lips into a smile, one that crinkled the edges of his twinkling eyes.
âHow long is this going to take again?â
You snapped to a stiff, attentive posture as Anakin cleared his throat.
Master Kenobi sighed again. âAnakin, you must be patientââ
ââfarmboy here smells like weedââ
âAnakin!â
âHeâs not wrong.â
Anakin and Master Kenobiâs bickering ceases.
âWhat do you mean?â
He turns to you, and you internally slap yourself for suddenly becoming his center of attention. Not such a bad idea, but thenâ
âAre youâŠâ Master Kenobi finds his voice again, bringing you back to the room again. âAre you not a Jedi, Anakin?â
Thereâs a slight crack in Master Kenobiâs voice, one that propels Ahsoka to stand next to him. The long-haired Anakin surveys the both of them, eyes softly squinted deep in thought, possibly pondering on how to break this brand new piece of information to a suddenly very fragile-looking old man and a dispirited young teenager.
The long-haired Anakin exhales. âIâm Anakin Skywalker, aged twenty-one Galactic Standard. I left the Jedi Order after I turned nineteen, and Iâm a farmerâwell, part-time mechanic, on Naboo.â
Your eyes widen, exchanging a surprised glance with Aayla.
âMaster Kenobi, are you sure none of us are high?â
âPadawan,â chastised the Jedi, his shock secured tightly behind his shields. âI apologise, AnakinâI meanââ
âItâs alright, Obi-Wan.â
The long-haired Anakin waved his hands, and Obi-Wan visibly stiffens at the use of his name by a version of Anakin he should know but he doesnât.
âYou did train me, but IâŠâ he scratched the back of his head, showing all teeth with a gentle, sheepish smile. âThings happened, and I made the choice to leave.â
You swore he looked at you; you were always looking at Anakin for some maker-forsaken reason or the other.
âAnd the war?â
Anakin turns to Cody and Rex, their military etiquette all thrown out the window.
âWhat war?â
The floor practically shifts with a lurch from the Force.
âYou⊠you donât have a war? The Clone Wars?â
He turns to you, and the world melts away as you look up at him, datapad clutched to your chest as a shield from him and from your simmering desperation.
The long-haired Anakin â you should definitely give him a name aside from his long hair â has a piercing gaze, one your Anakin looked at you everytime you looked up at him, your chin pressed to his chest, his arms around your waist as his nose crinkled with every laugh shared between you two about the stupidity of the Separtistsâ battle droids.
âFrom all that Iâve been privy to," he swallows, his sharp apple jutting out even more prominently that it did. âThe galaxy isnât having the, uh, Clone Wars. We do have clones, but they work with the Jedi and provide humanitarian aid.â
âCaptain Rex and Commander Cody work under Obi-Wan, who took on a young Togruta as his new padawan after I left,â he turns once again to Ahsoka, smiling. âIâm not General Skywalker, Iâm just⊠Anakin.â
You blink, unable to process him. A part of you pushes that thereâs a complete liar standing before you, a shapeshifter sent here to trick the Republic and distract the Consular whoâs coincidentally working to counter their latest planet-killing superweapon. But the Anakin before you is as real as yours. Heâs had a different life that you canât help but wonder if youâre thereâ
âHypothetically speakingââ coughs Rex. âCan I sign up for multiversal travel?â
âRex!â
âI donât like this.â
âMore than sand?â
Anakin rolls his eyes at Padmé, who gives him a laugh as she continues to type her latest proposal behind her desk.
His lithe legs propped upon the corner of her desk, Anakin crosses his arms together, replaying the exact moment where he felt your Force signature spring alive when his double looked at you.
Heâd never elicited a similar reaction from you when he was there. All those moments holding you close, regaling you in his tales until you succumbed to sleep, feeling your heart against his and wishing it were just like this for eternity. It was torture having to stay away from you, to be called time and again to this siege and that battle when all he wanted was to wake up next to you and live the life that other people did when they loved each other in a way he had loved you since the two of you were sixteen.
He even felt embarrassed to voice this in front of the Chancellor, who had suspiciously kept on pestering him to great lengths to enquire about the reason for his distraction. Clearly, heâd been sloppy â even Obi-Wan had managed to pick up his emotions in the heat of the battle. Heâd decided to stay away from the Temple, show his âinterestâ in politics so that such a slip wouldnât occur again though, that your position as a Jedi wouldnât be compromised by his misery. Though, he thinks to himself, the emergence of his double from another dimension spelled trouble for him in both Basic and Huttese.
Damn father, he grumbled to himself.
âIf you keep having that stupid, angry look on your face, Iâm afraid SabĂ© would be more than happy to throw you out of my office.â
Anakin sighed. âIâm sorry, itâs justââ he stood up from his seat, pacing. âShe likes him more! That peaceful, farming version of me over⊠me.â
Padmé turned her attention away from the blue screen, sincere pity softly twisting her lips.
âAnd youâre here, out of all places.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, Iâm just saying,â she shrugged, her smile growing wider. âItâs a sign.â
Anakin hesitated, his stomach roiling with anxiety.
âAre you sure I shouldâ?â
âIf you donât, I will.â
Anakin laughs. Hope blooming bright in his chest, he gives his childhood friend a grateful nod, and races out of the office.
Having receiving enough complaints about âseeing doubleâ of a certain Anakin Skywalker, Master Yoda explicitly commanded you to serve as the long-haired Anakinâs tour guide for the day, remarking a day away from the Temple ought to make him comfortable in his new universe â and reduce Master Winduâs migraines. Since you concomittantly had to visit the Senate Archives for business, you decided your new guest would accompany you to the prompt excursion to the laughing stock that was the Galaxyâs governing body.
Both of you had been loaned a speeder by the Jedi Council, to which the long-haired Anakin simply pointed a slender finger to a sleek, open-roofed speeder glinting under the spotlight of Coruscantâs artificial weather.
"That looks better, wouldnât you think?â he grinned.
Maker, let the Force lend its might to you today to calm your fluttering heart. He wasnât just glowing with happiness, you knew very well he was playing with you, and youâd be a fool to deny it wasnât a good look on him.
So, with a begrudging sigh, you agreed, and headed straight for Dexâs Diner â an establishment he seemed quite familiar with.
âAni!â Dex roared proudly, sweeping you and him in a hug before you even had a chance to look around for empty seats. âLook at how youâve grown,â he said appraisingly as he drew back, âAnd whatâs with the hair, eh? All dressed up for a date?â
âThisânoââ you fervently shook your head, cheeks ablaze. âNo, this isnât a dateââ
You glared pointedly at the long-haired Anakin â Ani â who softly cocked his brow. He seemed to decide with himself for a moment, and then spread his lips in a cocksure grin, the exact same your Anakin had in those holo-videos labelled âHero with No Fearâ racking up views all over the galaxy.
âLast time I rememberââ
He snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you next to his toned frame.
ââI did get a yes.â
âThat was fun.â
Your disagreements lose to the quick beat of your heart, and you stab the scoopful of ice cream in your hands as you walk through the senate hallways. Leaving aside the fact that the trip to the archives was a monumental failure as youâd expected, youâd come as close as falling to the dark side to melt into a pool of a miserable puddle of your love and embarrassment.
âYouâll figure it out.â
You look up at him, realising the two of you have come to a stop in the middle of your footsteps.
âWhatever the enemy is planning, Iâm sure youâll foil their plans. I know it.â
He smiles, licking the ice cream off the corner of his lips and jutting the spoon in the air as if it were his lightsaber.
The confidence in his voice makes you wonder if he knew you. Not you, but a version of you in his universe.
What were you to this version of Anakin? Were you what Anakin was in your universe? The âHeroine with No Fear,â or âThe Jedi with No Fear,â even if there was no war in his galaxy. Were you an acclaimed Jedi or a nobody from the backwater planet you belonged to?
Were you even someone he liked? With the manner you currently struggled to contain the depth of admiration you harboured for your Anakin, being lovers seemed out of the question. Were you at least his friend? Or, you gulped to yourself as your heart sunk low, were you dead?
âConsular Jedi.â
Your voice perked up at the entourage making way towards you, led byâ
âChancellor Palpatine!â
You offered the old man a short bow, which he returned to you with an amicable smile. His eyes roved overâ
âAnakin, my dear boy,â his visage extended over to Ani; he let out a chuckle. âI must have caught you by surprise, son.â
You looked over to Ani, who had dropped his ice cream and the little wooden spoon on the floor, the hem of the Chancellorâs robes trailing with tiny chocolate chips.
He looked like a deer caught in the spotlight, except only a fool would describe him as a prey. No, he looked like the commander that Anakin always had been â alert, sharp, observant, and most of all, protective of his loved ones and his duty.
âAre you alright, my boy?â
The Chancellorâs eyes darted between the two of you, and you cleared your throat, wrapping your arm around Aniâs right one, shielding it entirely by your billowing robes.
âWe were just coming back from the archives, Chancellor,â you cleared your throat. Feeling Ani tighten his grip around your arm, you continued. âAnakin thought to offer an extra set of hands in my search for a solution to the Separatistsâ rumoured advantage.â
âAh, of course,â the man nodded, interwining his bony fingers one over the other hand. âI must not hinder you, I supposeâAnakin, my boy, do come for a visit, will you? You seem to be avoiding me, though I now understand why.â
He shot a fatherly wink at Ani, who only seemed to stiffen even further, his arms balling into tight, iron-rod fists.
âOf course,â Ani found his voice, steel replacing his usual gentleness. âIt was lovely meeting you but Iâm afraid we must be on our wayââ
Before you could even hear the old manâs professional toodle-oo, Ani simply tugged you by your arm and walked past the entourage, his long strides taking you to the far end of the Senateâs circular hallways within a blink of your eye. Reaching a destination guarateeing privacy, he looked around.
âAnakin, whatâWHOA!â
You let out a grunt as your back slammed against the durasteel walls. He looks down at you, an apology flashing in his eyes, but the steel in his voice stops your protests.
âWhat the kark is that man doing here?â
Your eyebrows shoot up into your forehead, âWhat?â
You look at him through the Force; his sun is now an eclipse, shadowed by the foreboding storm and thunder.
âAnakin,â you gulp softly, gathering your courage, âHeâs the Supreme Chancellor, whatâwhat are youââ
You pause, your mind backpedalling to the events in your office.
âThings happened, and I made the choice to leave.â
He shifts in his feet just as your eyes widen.
âSky.â
His arms wrap around your trembling figure, but you never leave his gaze.
âSky, listen to me, itâs okayââ
âWhyâŠâ you cut in, failing to sound calm. âWhy did you leave the Order?â
âBecause I fulfilled my destiny.â
The storm within him dissolves with a wave of the seas within him. Your glare demands answers; his chest puts strain on the fibres of his beige shirt as he exhales sharply.
"I discovered the Sith that had been plaguing the Jedi and the Republic. It wasâŠâ
He lets out a bitter chuckle, the corners of his lips downturned.
âIt was so ingenious, the way he had been doing it. Getting close to me ever since I was a child, preying on my fears, my insecurities. Deluding me into thinking I was going to be alone forever simply because I was different than the others, that I was born of no father and only a loving mother, that I was a child of the Force itself and as such, the Jedi viewed me as a threat.â
âBut what he hadnât seen coming, what even I hadnât expected to gain was that I began to have people on my side. People who trained me and taught me that the Dark is never the option to take, because it takes and it takes from you and leaves you wanting more, it leaves you empty, as a shell of who you were. It leaves you alone and no one to go to. And I had people⊠people who pulled me backââ
He meets your gaze, blown open and vulnerable.
ââpeople who made me see reason, that my mind was being tipped in a direction that was not of my own making, but of the Sith who I had allowed to poison my mind since I was a child. SkyâŠâ
He intakes a sharp breath.
âI am the Chosen One just as your Anakin is. And I did it. I fulfilled my destiny and stopped the return of the Sith.â
Ani holds your hands, pressing your palm to his chest. A tremor passes through your body, and he steadies your figure, wrapping his arm around your waist.
âPlease, you must believe me. I can sense you care deeply for my variant in this universe, and he is in grave danger, Sky.â
Your mind flashes back to one of Master Yodaâs classes, where he had droned in his wise way how the Force made itself known to warn its believers that life itself was in grave danger; it was a warning, a shadow, an event, something or the other that shook the defenders into of their senses and prompted them to act for the betterment of the survival of the Galaxy â and for your own good.
You had felt the Force the first time when Master Windu had arrived to your village years ago, offering his hand to enter the world of the Jedi. The Force had given a warm nudge for you to take his hand and take the chance; you had taken it.
You had felt the Force the second time when you met Anakin Skywalker, nine years old, young and shy, and terribly homesick for the embrace of his motherâs arms. The Force had giggled, and you had decided, fate or not, that you would bring a smile to his forlorn face.
You had felt the Force the third time when you were on Geonosis, standing the arena with your master, saber ignited as Anakin let out a joyous cheer, joining you back-to-back as you both tore through droid after droid in the relentless carnage. The Force, triumphant, had melded the two of you as one machine, as one competently-built Corellian freighter tearing apart the enemy.
The present moment is when you feel the Force again, screaming. You see death and blood, corpses of younglings and clone soldiers strewn on the floors of the Jedi Temple. But Anakinâs there, and you see hope, you see a future with laughing children and the galaxy, alive than youâve ever felt it to be.
The Force holds its breath, and despite what the Jedi Code said, youâve never chosen to ignore life.
You steel yourself and look up at him, determined.
âI believe you.â
His gaze widens, and the temperature around you shoots up, charged.
But it isnât coming from the Anakin front of you, rather from a few feet away from the both of you.
You meet the dark look on your Anakinâs face, his armor glinting in the pale, sterile Coruscanti sunlight.
You havenât even blinked, but heâs next to you in mere six steps, Aniâs hurling toward the ground, and youâre in Anakinâs arms, warm, cold, safe and scared.
âAnakin.â
He looks down at you, and he melts.
âItâs okay, he wasnât doing anything wrong.â
You turn to Ani, whoâs now on his feet, his stance as same as your Anakin.
âWe need to leave,â he states to his armoured copy, stark.
âHeâs right,â you turn back to Anakin, âWeâre in danger, Anakin, the Chancellor is the Sithââ
âWhat?!â
He recoils, looking back and forth between him and you.
âSky, heâs messing with you, donât listen to himââ
âAre you serious?â scoffs Ani, balling his hands into tight fists.
âYouâre the one to talkââ
The sky suddenly turns dark, lights blinking awake in the buildings outside. Clouds fog the tallest skyscrapers, crackling with blue lightning.
The floor beneath you trembles, and you look at the end of the hallway.
Thereâs a man in a dark robe that you couldâve mistaken for a statue. But his eyes are a burning yellow that remind you of the flames of your Masterâs funeral pyre.
The hooded figure bristles, and you can feel his sickly smile on your skin, feel the two Anakins next to you tense as the cold finally settles on their shoulders.
The name shouldnât click in your head, but it does.
âSidious.â
Silence rings in your ears.
âOn three,â whispers Ani.
His fingers grasp yours and, from the corner of your eyes, Anakin holds your left hand as delicate his shock and anger can allow his metal arm to be.
âOne, twoââ
You take toward the window.Â
ââthree.â
CRASHÂ !
The air r i p s with a violent blue and purple, and glass tears at your clothes as the air whips at your face and you freefall against the cold steel and stabbing rain.
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to be continued...
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yknow how Obi-wan and Quinlan are really close friends and that probably means Aayla and Anakin have a weird sibling/cousin relationship. and that make way for some really funny stuff.
for example, the jedi got to pick battalion colors at the beginning of the war, and Aayla's blue right? so she's like, "hm, it'd be fun if i matched with my men right?", and she goes the next morning and find out that Anakin, the little shit, has already taken blue. He doesn't even like blue.
and thats my little headcanon about how the 501st ended up being painted blue.
#im not saying anakin's the annoying baby sibling but im not not saying it either#just imagine all the shit they get up to#and aaylas master was quinlan theres no way shes sane#clone wars#star wars#star wars headcanons#the 501st#aayla secura#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#quinlan vos#star wars the clone wars#the clone wars#the clones#attack of the clones#sw tcw
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A PLACE IN THE SEA OF STARS
anakin skywalker x f!naberrie!reader word count: 10.4k (my longest yet... i'm so sorry) warnings: two idiots pining, pining, reader is padme's younger sister (whether biological or adopted is up to you), first time having sex, soft smut, angst synopsis: a life spent in padmé amidala's shadow and never once did she ever think she'd be envious of her sister. that is, until anakin skywalker walks his way into her life and she finds herself praying that one day, he'd look at her the way he does at padmé, that she'll be given a place in the sea of stars, that her destiny will include him.
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 It came as no surprise that Anakin Skywalker would be enamored with her second-to-oldest sister.
 After a life spent behind PadmĂ© Amidalaâs shadow, sheâd grown accustomed to itâ being overlooked. But for once, just this once, she wished history wouldnât repeat itself, wished the prophecy could be rewritten and for once, let it be her who was chosen, who was noticed.Â
 But of course, itâs futile.Â
 You can sink to your knees and pray to whatever higher being is in the sky but at the end of the day, there are millions of lost souls just like you doing the same. You can have faith, you can believe that someday youâll be heard but with each silent day that passes, your voice still falls on deaf ears.Â
 Sheâs done her time playing the fool who sinks to her knees and pleads with the night sky to find her a place in the sea of stars, so that she may fit in a constellation too. Sheâs been the statue who's been made to waitâ and sheâs started to crumble.Â
 She remembers the day she started to pray like it was yesterday. It was the day she first met Anakin Skywalker, back when he was only a Padawan, still searching for his own place in the world. Her parents were restless then, having heard of the multiple assassination attempts on their dear second oldest daughter. Of course she was worried too, but she still could feel the guilt that settled into the marrow of her bones when she found herself pondering whether her parents would react the same way if it had been her life at stake instead.Â
 She remembers helping her eldest sister, Sola, and her mother with dinner in preparation for the arrival of their sister PadmĂ© and her Jedi escort. Sheâd been tasked with bringing a bowl of fruit to the table and she remembered nearly being trampled over by her nieces, Ryoo and Pooja, as they squeal PadmĂ©âs name, sprinting for the door.Â
 She remembers huffing, mumbling a curse in an alien language beneath her breath just as their guests step inside, looking up from where she leaned over the table, dropping the bowl down onto the surface. She remembers her breath catching in her throat when her gaze found a sea of blue that put the Naboo waters to shame.Â
 PadmĂ©âs lips curved into a grin as she exclaimed her sisterâs name, circling the table to capture her in an embrace. Her sister wrapped her arms around her and her chin found PadmĂ©âs shoulder as the blue that took her breath away crashed into her and she swore everything changed in that moment.Â
 She remembers the first time Anakin Skywalker looked at her. It was a brief, friendly locking of the eyes but a fleeting moment for him felt like lightyears for her. His eyes were the blue of the water where the sunâs reflection gently ripples and warps. They were the blue of the sky after it rains and the sun begins to spill through the cracks of the wall of clouds.Â
 Sheâs never understood what it meant to be speechless, for something to literally steal the breath away from her lungs. But from the moment her eyes met his, she began to understand.Â
 âAnakin! This is my youngest sister,â PadmĂ© announced, pulling away from their embrace. Her spine stiffened when her sister introduced her and she watched as his full, pink lips moved to form her name. His voice is like nails scraping against the itch she canât reach on her back, his voice is like velvet she can swallow, deliciously soft and rich against her throat.Â
 âItâs nice to meet you,â Anakin dipped his chin in greeting, the silly, little braid falling off his shoulder. She drained the lump that had formed in her throat, bowing her head. Her lips trembled and her breath was shaky as she prepared her salutations but her words fell dead on the tip of her tongue when PadmĂ©âs squeal permeated the room.Â
 âAnd my eldest sister Sola!â
 And just like that, all attention rolled away from her and onto her eldest sisters but she still watched him, heart beating against her chest.Â
 And that was the moment she began to pray.Â
 She prayed, even though the looks heâd given PadmĂ© didnât go unnoticed. The way he watched her, even when she wasnât the one speaking, the way heâd soak in every word, every praise for her that fell past her parentsâ mouths. The way he stared longingly at her sister when he was certain nobody was watchingâ and no one was, for their attentions were on PadmĂ©, save for hers.Â
 It was typical.Â
 It should come as no surprise that everyone would worship the ground her sisterâ the former Queen, current Senator of Nabooâ walked on. Sheâs not surprised that someone young and benign like him would fall in love with her sisterâ sheâd only seen it happen more times than she ever really cared to count.Â
 And sheâd never really cared about all the suitors on their knees at PadmĂ©âs feet beforeâ they were her sisterâs problems, not hers. Sheâd never even really envied her sister, at least in that sense.Â
 But everything changed the moment Anakin stepped through the door. Everything changed the moment their eyes met, if only for the most fleeting of seconds.Â
 So she prayed.Â
 Inside the inner realms of her mind, she sinks to her knees and stares into the void above her, the stars that beamed down at her twinkling, almost as if they taunted her. She swallowed her pride, folding her hands together and raising them to her chin, brow dipping as she pleaded with the higher being in the sky to hear her cry.Â
 âPlease, hear me, Maker,â she whispered into her mind, externally staring at Anakin, internally losing her gaze amongst the stars as if the Maker himself would appear between them. âHear my plea. Whatever destiny youâve pre-written for me, please be sure it includes Anakin Skywalker.â
 She didnât see Anakin Skywalker again for another year after that.Â
 Apparently, being a Jedi means heâs constantly from place to place, but next time they do end up in the same place, itâs even more fleeting than the last. She was beginning to wonder if she would ever see him again, if she was foolish to continue hoping that he might notice her, that he might even love her. But she still remembers the way his eyes flickered in recognition when they caught hers across the courtyard of Theed Royal Palace. His hair was longer and he didnât have that ridiculous braid or tiny ponytail on the back of his neck anymore. The Chancellor was speaking to him and another Jedi with umber hair and a matching beard, but his attention was on her.Â
 He looked⊠darker. As if the years of war had finally begun taking its toll on him. But heâs still the same man heâs always been, still the same one sheâs dreamed about. He even looked better. Â
 They donât get the chance to talk, only share knowing glances, as he was on duty and their paths unfortunately didnât cross. But that gleaming in his eyes, the one that blazes with knowing is all the kindling in the pit of her belly needs to bloom, to blossom into a raging wildfire.Â
 So, she prayed again.Â
 âMaker,â she said into that night sky inside of her head. The stars shone brighter, as if to laugh at the foolish girl beneath them. She ignored them of courseâ because she truly believed that one day, sheâd prove them wrong. âPlease. Hear my plea. Let Anakin Skywalker see me again. Give me a place in your sea of stars and make sure it is in Anakin Skywalkerâs orbit.â
 She doesnât see him again for another two years.Â
 But still, he lingers, just like a phantom weaving through every corner she passes, cloaked in shadow. She sees Anakin Skywalker everywhere she goesâ in the lakes of shining waters out in the country, in the rain that falls on a dark, cloudy day, in the litany of stars that idle in the sky.Â
 She sees him in her dreams, staring the way he did at PadmĂ©. Only, in her dreams, his gaze finds her. Almost like he had that day in the courtyard, but in her dreams, his eyes would linger longer.Â
 His voice calls out to her whenever sheâs sleeping and it lingers in gooseflesh on her skin, frosting over her bones. Sheâll open her eyes when he calls but sheâs never truly awake. Alas, if dreaming is the only way sheâll see Anakin Skywalker again, sheâd gladly succumb to her sleep and trick herself into believing it is real.Â
 Except tonight, she does not think she can take it much longer.Â
 âAnakin,â she whispers one day when she peels her eyelids open after he calls. She says his name like itâll be the last time she ever will. That look is on his face againâ the one sheâs seen so many times directed at her in her dreams, sheâs nearly forgotten it wasnât meant for her in the first place.Â
 She used to wake and long for sleep to come again, just so she could watch him look at her like that.Â
 But three long years of waiting and foolishly praying to beings who do not hear have begun to rust the illusion sheâs deluded herself into hopelessly believing in. Three long years of silence and sheâs finally cracked. She is brokenâ she sees it now. Sheâs grown weary of hoping heâd be the one to fix her.Â
 His lips curve to form a smile and for three years, sheâs fooled herself into believing it could be for herâ truly be for her, outside of her dreams. But to be forthright, sheâs tired. Sheâs grown tired of pretending, tired of clinging onto the dying embers of mere memories of how a man looked at someone that wasnât herâ but rather her sister. Sheâs grown tired of hoping, waiting, praying that one day, he may wander back into her life and thread his way into the tapestry that her destinyâs been woven into.
 Tonight is the night she forfeits with her palms to the sky, tonight is the night she yields to the stars that have taunted her for far too long and admits her defeat. That they were right all along. Tonight is the night she blows away the ashes sheâs desperately held so close to her chest and sealed away in secret urns inside for far too long.Â
 Tonight is the night she lets go.Â
 When she wakes the following morning, birds chirp outside her window. Sunlight spills into her room as it rises over the mountains across the lake and she yawns, stretching her arms over her head. Today is merryâ it is the day her sister, PadmĂ© Amidala, marries.Â
 Today is merry but instead, she feels dread seep into the marrow of her bones. Sheâs happy for her sister, really, she is, but it serves only as a reminder that her time is ticking, and time has turned vexing. It serves as a reminder that she must make haste to find her own purpose, to find someone who will cherish her the way sheâs spent many fortnights dreaming about. Solaâs already married and found her purpose, and PadmĂ©âs had her entire life laid out before her since she was only fourteen years of age.Â
 Sola, the wife and mother, PadmĂ©, the Queen and then the Senator, and then thereâs her. Unsure. Undecided. An ellipsis.Â
 Sheâs envious. How could she not be? Sheâs envious that sheâll never be the perfect mother like Sola, envious that sheâll never live up to PadmĂ©âs legacy, sheâs even grown envious of the stars: they simply idle in the night sky but even their idleness has a purpose because their places have reason, to create constellations that in turn, tell stories.Â
 She knows that after today, the pressure of fulfilling whatever destinyâs been written for her will only further suffocate her. She will suffocate beneath the weight of this pressure and she will be expected to continue breathing. Sheâs tried for so long to keep the air in her lungs but itâs so hard when with each day that passes by, the darkness grows more appealing.Â
 Sheâs tried so hard to find the right path sheâs supposed to take, but there are so many roads, so many choices and so many consequences. Sheâs afraidâ and itâs why sheâs allowed herself to hide in her sistersâ shadows for so long. But it feels so stifling now.Â
 She sighs and blinks up to the terracotta ceiling. And then of course, dread wears her bones for an entirely different reason. Because itâs inevitable that sheâs going to see Anakin Skywalker today. And things will be different.Â
 Itâs been lingering like an annoying, little insect since PadmĂ© announced sheâd invited her Jedi friends to the wedding, ever since she heard Anakinâs name being read off the list. Things were certain to change because he is but a mere guest, and not the groom.Â
 It may have come as no surprise that Anakin would fall for her, but it certainly came as a shock that PadmĂ© wouldnât fall for him.Â
 It makes her flesh blaze with a strange anger sheâs not quite sure how to describe. How could her sister have something she so desperately wanted but not pursue it? How could she reject Anakin when he would willingly break and bend to her every whim? Why must her sister take his infatuation for grantedâ why could it not be given to her instead?
 She thinks it must be some cruel trick the Maker is playing on her, dangling Anakin in front of her like that, cursing him with an unrequited love when she was right there. She thinks it must be the Makerâsâ damn himâ cruel way of taunting her, as if the sneering stars had eyes, his eyes. Even if part of her is relieved Anakin is not marrying her sister, it still feels like a blaster wound to her chest, puncturing her skin and searing her insides.Â
 She hears her name called from outside her roomâs door and groans.Â
 âWhat do you want?â She replies in displeasure as the door slides open. Her eldest sister, Sola, steps into the room and glowers at her youngest sisterâs tone.Â
 âWell, good morning sunshine,â Sola remarks and she rolls her eyes. Sola makes her way towards the bed, dropping a dress the color of fire onto the mattress. âIs there a reason for your ill-temper today?â
 She pushes herself to sit upright, wrinkling her nose at the dress as she takes a fistful of it in her hand. âOrange?â She scoffs, tossing it back down onto the bed. âI thought we were wearing blue?â
 Sola shrugs, plopping down onto the mattress. âPadmĂ© changed her mind last minute,â she says. âI suppose if we wore blue, weâd mesh with the background, donât you think?â
 She sighs and flops back down against her pillows, one arm folded over her stomach, the other folded behind her head. Sola pokes her forefinger against her knee and she grumbles, narrowing her eyes at the ceiling.Â
 âNow, answer the question,â her oldest sister insists. âWhatâs the matter with you?â
 Her eyelids flutter closed and she wishes more than anything that she could simply wink out of existence. Itâs not that she doesnât want to be here for PadmĂ©, she does, but sheâs uncertain how she could possibly explain how she feels to Sola in a way she could understand. Itâs exactly this thatâs made her feel so alone all these years.Â
 Sheâs never had someone who could understand her, really get her. Sheâs always been different from her sisters, even before marriage and coronations and political promotions. Itâs something sheâs certain her sisters have known, that even her parents mustâve known. Sheâs never been jovial and nurturing like Sola, or clever and independent like PadmĂ©. Sheâs always preferred silence and privacy, and maybe thatâs been her problem. But itâs all she knows, being alone.Â
 Solaâs never spent years yearning for a boy who yearns for another, so she couldnât possibly understand. She doesnât think she could even make her understand.Â
 She sighs, lolling her head to the side until her gaze finds Solaâs.Â
 âNot looking forward to wearing that dress for the entire evening,â she says instead. Solaâs eyes roll and she leans over to pinch her calf beneath the covers. She hisses and swats her sisterâs hand away as she clicks her tongue, moving out of the way.Â
 âOh come on, itâs not that bad,â Sola tries to reason.Â
 âItâs hideous,â she deadpans.Â
 Sola deflates with the acceptance of her defeat. She grabs her sisterâs knee, giving it a shake. She glares at her older sister.Â
 âCome on, that canât be the only reason why youâre in such a foul mood,â Sola insists, her bottom lip rolling in a pout and she swears itâs almost comical how her eldest sister can act like such a child. Itâs a wonder how she has children of her own.Â
 She blinks at Sola as a sort of realization creeps onto her eldest sisterâs face and she blinks, internally grimacing. For she knows that whatever is bound to come out of her sisterâs mouth next is going to be completely and utterly wrong.Â
 âI think I get it now,â Solaâs tone is softer, her face falling to match it. âYouâre upset youâll be the last of us to be married.â
 And there it is.Â
 She internally cringes at just how wrong Sola is but she says nothing, further prompting her sister to lean forward, reaching for the hand that rests on her stomach. Her muscles stiffen when she takes it and she wills herself to stay still. It was better to let Sola say whatever she had to say than recoil and deny itâ itâs not like she had any better excuse anyways.Â
 âI know it can be tough,â she begins. âFeeling like youâre left out. Believe me, I had my fair share of it. I was so jealous of yours and PadmĂ©âs relationship when you were younger because I was so much older, I felt like I just didnât quite fit in with you two.â
 Her eyes finally meet Solaâs and she begins to see her eldest sister in a different light. All this time, sheâs believed sheâs the only one whoâs felt this wayâ lost, left behind. While this isnât quite the same context, she still feels her heart tremble in her chest for her sister, still feels like somethingâs shifted. Itâs at least one thing they can understand each other on.Â
 âBut then, I found my husband. And then I had Ryoo and Pooja,â Sola continues. âAnd it was the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. Iâve never been so happy in my life.â
 Solaâs grip tightens around her hand and she leans forward to place her other one on top. âI know it must seem hard, seeing as both PadmĂ© and I are marriedâ well, almost anyway.â Her lips curve into a soft, reassuring grin. âBut youâll find that same happiness one day. I just know it. So donât fret, little sister.â
And there, she fears, is where her sister misses the plot.Â
 She almost wants to laugh at how ridiculous this all sounds. She remains silent, however, and Sola gives the back of her hand one last reassuring pat before she lets go, sliding off of the mattress.Â
 âAnyways, Iâm going to breakfast. You should come too before all the blue waffles are gone.â
 She watches as her eldest sister slips out of the room, the door sliding closed behind her and she sighs, digging her knuckles into her closed eyelids until the galaxy shimmers before her. How could Sola have come so close to understanding her one minute only to read her so wrong the next?
 She doesnât make any effort to get out of bed and in all honesty, she wishes she could simply stay here forever, or at least for the rest of the night. At least long enough that she doesnât have to face Anakin Skywalker.Â
 Because even though sheâs already promised herself that sheâd let him go, she wasnât entirely certain she could hold true to her own word when she sees him again.
 The day goes by in a blur. In the blink of an eye, sheâs wearing a satin dress in that deep orange she finds hideous beside Sola who stands beside PadmĂ©. PadmĂ© stands facing her husband-to-be, fingertips delicately placed in his palms as they recite their vows.Â
 The sun paints the villaâs terrace with an orange glow and she watches it sink beneath the mountains across the lake from the corner of her eye. The sunlight looks like fire rippling in the gentle waves of the water below and she has to look away because she thinks of Anakin, how his eyes glimmer just the same.Â
 Sheâs determined to keep her gaze away from the audience, however, because she knows heâs there, the incarnation of all sheâs ever wanted, of all her bad ideas, of everything she cannot trust herself with in one. She searches the ground below, watches the way her dress ruffles with the breeze, like fire askew in the wind.Â
 PadmĂ© says something that makes the audience erupt in laughter and it startles her, so much that the hair on the back of her neck erects. When she flinches, she makes the mistake of blinking upâ right into the eyes sheâd been bound to avoid all night.Â
 The world around Anakin Skywalker seems to stir until itâs all wet, blurry hues of orange, green, and white. Anakin is the only one she sees in high resolutionâ she can see every lock of wavy, dark blonde hair, every rippling wave in his irises, the scarlet line that slices just beside his right eye. Sheâd never seen this scar beforeâ it must be new.Â
 But whatâs the most peculiar of all is that she meets his eyesâ she meets his eyes. Sheâd blinked up to find heâd already been staring, already transfixed on her by the time their gazes met and his eyes had illuminated with that same knowing gleam sheâd seen in them that day in the royal courtyard.Â
 Anakin Skywalker is looking at her and she is not in a dream. Itâs both momentous and utterly devastating all the same.
 She isnât quite sure whether to look away or not. This is what she's mooned over more times than her pride will allow her to admit. Sheâs dreamed this many nights, for Anakin Skywalker to simply look at her and now he is. Anakin Skywalker is looking at her and she should feel elated but instead she feels⊠conflicted.Â
 Does her heart flutter in her chest? Sure.Â
 Does her stomach twist itself into knots? Certainly.Â
 She felt so confident just the night before when she threw her hands up in surrender to the black sky, admitting her defeat to the stars who spent many moons mocking her that she was done. She felt so confident that she was ready to move on, to let go of this desire sheâs harbored for Anakin for so long.Â
 With the simplest of looks, Anakin Skywalker has proven capable of crumpling the paper walls sheâd placed around herself. She was left feeling feeble, exposed and any sense of courage she thought she had was now lost.Â
 Because three years of waiting and praying to higher entities who did not hear her pleas could not cease overnight. Her attraction to Anakin Skywalker could not cease in hours. She thought sheâd extinguished the last flames of her withering hope but, as it turns out, a single dying ember remained. It means a part of her still yearned for him. A part of her still burned for him.Â
 She wonders now, that heâs still looking at her, what possibly goes on inside his head. Why does he look at her now? Why does he stare, why do his lips twitch before curving in a smile when their eyes meet, why do they irradiate the longer her gaze lingers on his? Why does he not look sad at the wedding of the woman he loves? Why does he not even look at PadmĂ©?
 Her mind swirls like a tempestâ churning with unhinged, vicious anguish. She has to look away before the acid that bubbles in her throat can come to fruition but she canât, and Anakin seemingly canât tear his gaze away from her either. Itâs all the more sickening and earth-shattering nonetheless. Her heart swells and pounds in her chest, the border of her vision beginning to blur with the familiar sting of tears. Her head is aching and itâs all just too muchâ she needs an escape.Â
 âI now pronounce you, husband and wife.â
 She blinks away her emotion to the best of her ability, using the end of the ceremony as an excuse to look away as the crowd around her thunders with applause. Her mind is reeling and she feels like her head is spinning as she subconsciously claps her palms together, the sound muffled like water in her ears. The watercolor around her stirs until itâs clear again and the entire world suddenly seems to move againâ itâs her, this time, thatâs in slow motion.Â
 The cheering sounds like thunder, the applause like rain pelting against a window, and her mind begins to crumple, just like metal. She longs for escape, to flee and to be beside herself for the rest of the night. PadmĂ© and her husband begin walking back down the aisle as their guests congratulate them, tossing flower petals into the air above them. She thinks that this is her chance to escape, she thinks everyone is distracted enough that no one will notice her leaving.Â
 They never cared to notice her before anyways.Â
 She begins to shuffle away but she doesnât make it very far before her stomach lurches when someone clasps a hand around her wrist, tugging her forward. She snaps her head to the source to find her eldest sister, Sola, with her face illuminated by a grin.Â
 âCome on!â Sola exclaims, dragging her down the aisle and back inside the villa. âItâs time to party!â
 Dread drains the blood from her cheeks but sheâs given no time to protest before sheâs being dragged down the aisle, right past Anakin Skywalker. She doesnât dare look up but she feels him when she passes by, a mere brush of the arms, the feeling of his elbow brushing going just as fast as it came.Â
 And itâs still enough to make liquid of her insides.Â
 She drowns in a sea of people as she and Sola find PadmĂ©, wrapped in their motherâs arms. She can hear her heart drum in her ears as Sola releases her hand to draw PadmĂ© into an embrace, tears streaming down the apples of her cheeks. Everyone around her is so happy and she should be tooâ but she still feels like sheâs beside the altar, caught in the trap Anakin has seemingly laid out for her.Â
 A tear thatâs been painfully dormant in her eye falls and sheâs certain her distress shows on her face but it must be easily mistaken for tears of joy, because PadmĂ© pulls away from Sola to turn to her, drawing her in for a hug. Her sisterâs arms wrap around her body, a palm on her back, the other cupping the back of her head. Even Sola reaches forward to give her upper arm a reassuring squeeze, undoubtedly thinking back to the conversation theyâd had earlier.Â
 âDonât cry for me, baby sister,â PadmĂ© laughs tearfully beside her ear. She can feel PadmĂ©âs smile against her shoulder. She pulls away and rubs her palms up and down the length of her arms. âIâm still the same PadmĂ© Iâve always been.â
 Sheâs unable to replyâ again, sheâs misunderstood. But itâs her sisterâs wedding day, she wonât burden her with her own confliction. So she swallows the boulder-sized lump in her throat, curving her lips just enough to form a tight-lipped smile.Â
 âIâm just⊠happy for you,â she manages. PadmĂ© cups her cheek and soothes the pad of her thumb over her skin before Ryoo and Pooja draw her attention away. PadmĂ©âs hands fall from her arms and finally, she can breathe.Â
 But even that is momentary.Â
 âYou make a perfectly fine bride if I do say so myself, Senator.â
 Her spine stiffens. She knows that voice. And she knows exactly who is near when she hears it.Â
 PadmĂ© laughs and tosses her hands. âObi-Wan,â she greets him just like an old friend would, pulling him in for an embrace. âAnd little Ani.â
 How is it that sheâs already seen him more tonight than she has in the past three years? She sees Anakinâs dark boots from the top of her vision, not daring to tear her gaze from the ground.Â
 âPadmĂ©,â Anakinâs deep, enriching voice sounds and rumbles deep in her belly. She shifts uncomfortably where she stands, desperate to flee. She thinks she can manage it nowâ Obi-Wan and Anakin are engrossed with PadmĂ© now, right?Â
 She begins to make her first attempt of escape, taking slow, careful steps to the side until her second effort crumbles when Anakin speaks her name.Â
 Ice frosts over her spine and sheâs no choice but to acknowledge the man she was so intent on avoiding the entire evening. PadmĂ© and Obi-Wan are engrossed in their own conversation but Anakinâs gaze remains on her, eyes even sparkling when she finally meets them.Â
 Her mouth is a desiccated oasis and her throat feels like a desert as it constricts painfully when she swallows. Still, she manages to breathe out, âAnakin.â
 Itâs the first time she can ever recall having a true, proper conversation with him. The last time being when they said their goodbyes that very first time before he and PadmĂ© left for the Lake Country. Itâs confusing how this is everything sheâs ever wanted yet, she feels an urge to push it all away.Â
 Anakin clears his throat and his eyes flicker to his feet for a moment as if he could possibly be nervous before they find hers again. âYou look good,â he says and her heart stops beating in her chest. âThat dress is beautiful on you.â
 She thinks she could punch him.Â
 Or kiss him.Â
 She has to look away, or she may very well do the latter.Â
 She wonders if this is some cruel, senseless joke the Maker is playing on her. She wonders if sheâd upset him by unlatching herself from his hook and this is his way of reeling her back in. She hates that it has the potential to work.Â
 âIâŠâ she stammers and closes her lids frustratedly, willing air back into her lungs. She shakes her headâ she cannot be here any longer. She may very well explode if she has to succumb to this torture for even a second more. ââŠthanks. Now, if youâll excuse me.â
 And then, she bolts.Â
 Sheâs lost track of how long sheâs been locked in her room, sitting in the window, staring at the moonlight that ripples in the water below. It was long enough for the chatter downstairs to quiet to murmurs until it finally ceased altogether. The villa is now quiet and suddenly, her room feels suffocating.Â
 With a sigh, her feet meet the floor and she pushes away from the window seat, cupping her neck to roll it around her shoulders as she pads towards the door. It slides open and she slips through, making her way down the hallway leading towards the main foyer. Her dress flows behind her like flames in the wind, the satin cool against her legs as she walks. Fresh, night air greets her and she inhales, letting it flood her lungs as she saunters to the wide terrace ahead.Â
 She stops at the stone arches of the railing and exhales, feeling the wind sift its fingers through her hair, breathing on her skin like a lover in the throes of passion. It caresses her neck and rolls down her back, leaving gooseflesh in its wake.Â
 Sheâd spent many nights just like this one. Staring at the moon rippling through the water, at the stars that twinkle overhead, the sky that blackens behind them. Sheâd spent many nights praying, releasing her pleas into the air and letting it drift away with the breeze.Â
 She does not pray this time. When she lifts her head to brave the dark that faces her, she merely asks why.Â
 âWhy, Maker,â she whispers beneath her breath. Thereâs an edge, a strain to her voice that stings her throat, that feels like daggers to her chest. âWhy must you be so cruel? I have done everything, I have given you everything. Why wasnât it enough? Why do you mock me now?â
 The stars overhead gleam as they cackle, sneering at the misfit below. âYouâll never have a place among us,â they seem to say. Tears well in her eyes and she drops her head, fingernails scraping the stone edge of the railing. She leans back on her heels and wills herself to breathe before a sob could wrack her body.Â
 She feels lost and utterly alone, and she truly begins to feel like the weight of this prolonged pain has started to fall on top of her. Sheâs lost and alone and her entire world has started to crumble around her. And then she hears her name.Â
 Itâs like the call that haunts her every time she closes her eyes, the same velvety voice that caresses her ear every night when she lies down in bed. But it is not a ghostly whisper this time, because it is real.Â
 Footsteps sound behind her and she further scratches her nails against the railing.Â
 âI was wondering where you wandered off to,â Anakin remarks as he approaches and she can feel him beside her, like a whisper of shadow creeping along her skin. She rolls back onto the balls of her feet and stands straight, sniffing.Â
 âAnakin,â she says, steadily, methodically. As if it took great effort to say it without stammering. She can see him out of her peripheral, dark blonde curls falling when he leans an elbow against the railing, tilting his head in an attempt to meet her eye.Â
 She does not move.Â
 âI was looking for you, you know,â he continues. âYou mustâve found a good hiding spot.â
 She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. âI was in my room,â she replies simply, a steely, monotone in her voice.
 Anakin inhales and hums. âThen it makes sense why I could not find you. I would never barge into a ladyâs room.â
 Itâs an attempt at humor but she feels anything but. Sheâs stuck between a rock and a hard place with seemingly no clear solution in sight. She could walk away. She should walk away. She shouldn't spend a single second more in Anakin Skywalkerâs presenceâ she simply couldnât trust herself to not betray her own vow.Â
 Or she could stay. She could stay and once again succumb to the foolâs game sheâs been playing. She could stay and let Anakin Skywalker tie another noose around her neck, allowing him to drag her along for another three years.Â
 She knows what is right. She knows what she should do.Â
 But sheâs frozen.Â
 She cannot move, cannot even bring her lips to move so she can speak. She instead wilts, like a rose who once stood beautifully now losing its color, shriveling in on herself until she inevitably withers away.Â
 She can feel Anakin draw himself just an inch closer beside her, and heâs like a single drop of rain thatâs enough to somewhat salvage the husk of who she once was.Â
 âWhy do you avoid me?â He asks and itâs a question so simply but so damn infuriating all the while. Sheâs been a volcano in dormancy up until this point, but thereâs a rumbling deep within her, threatening to erupt.Â
 âWhy are you doing this?â She questions, snapping her head towards him, brows dipped and drawn. Anakin blinks and draws back, a dent forming between his own brows.Â
 âDoing what?â He asks and that feeling of wanting to ram her fist into his face comes back. She turns to fully face him and he pushes off the railing, uncertainty warping his features.Â
 âThis,â she gestures between them. âStaring at me. Talking to me. As if weâve spoken more than hellos and goodbyes to each other.â
 Anakin raises a brow, the one his scar pierces, and it warps with the movement.Â
 She continues. âAnd then you have the audacity to tell me I look beautiful in this gods-awful dress just to spite me.â She is a volcano, no longer dormant, no longer overlooked. She is exploding and Anakin is unfortunate enough to be in her wake.Â
 He shakes his head. âSpite you?â He repeats. She begins to pace, a hand on her hip, the other rubbing her chin. Anakin follows, exactly like a lost puppy. âI wasnâtâ I would neverââ
 âDonât say youâd never,â she turns on him, sticking an accusatory finger in his face. He blinks from it back to her, that ocean in the irises of his eyes raging, lightning cracking in the sinkhole at its center. She drops her hand and it curls at her side, her fists two shaking balls of fury. Blood bites her cheeks and she thinks of all the times sheâs imagined speaking with Anakin Skywalker, of being alone with him.Â
 This certainly was not how sheâd ever imagined the scenario playing out.Â
 She inhales. âDonât say youâd never do anything to spite me while you are actively using me to get over PadmĂ©,â she exhales, braving the stormy sea in his eyes. The tide shifts and his manner does too and she believes sheâs already cracked him. She thinks sheâs already shattered the illusion he was trying to create, that sheâs lifted the wool heâs tried to veil over her eyes.
 She thinks that he believes whatever game he was trying to play was over.Â
 Anakin straightens. âYou have no idea what you are talking about,â he says and she scoffs, backing away.Â
 âDonât I?â She retorts. âYou donât think Iâve noticed how youâve always looked at her? How youâve always loved her?âÂ
 It brings her great pain to merely mention it. Her palms wipe at her face as tears begin welling in her eyes again, her cheeks warm as she desperately tries to quell the beginnings of a sob that stutters through her chest. She realizes now that by keeping all of these emotions, these feelings sheâs harbored for Anakin for so long bottled has made her restless, has made her tick like a time bomb.Â
 And her time to detonate has come.Â
 He says her name again and tries to step forward, reeling back when she steps away from him. His hand wrapped in a leather glove hovers in the air between them and he drops it with an exasperated sigh.Â
 âYour sister means a great deal to me, yes,â he begins. âBut it is notââ
 âMy sister is the sole reason why you torment me!â She snaps. âAnd you have no right to use how I feel against me just because she does not love you back.â
 Her words are an arrow meant to strike, to pierce through his chest, his heart her target. Her words are meant to cut deep, to draw blood, to make him bleed just like she has everyday since they met. She thinks they will, she thinks her blows will etch deep, will even leave scars in their wake. Part of her longs to see that pained expression upon his face, just like the one she wears now.Â
 But her arrow merely grazes, soaring past until it sinks in the shining waters below.Â
 Anakinâs face shifts but it is not in the way she thought it would, not in the way she hoped it would. His brows dip and his eyes swarm with a pained sort of desperation sheâs never seen before in someone. She certainly never expected to see it in someone like him. His chest rises and falls with his breaths as he steps forward again. She stands still, unable to move. She is stunnedâ Anakin Skywalker has surprised her.Â
 âPadmĂ© does not love me,â he admits. âI met her when I was only a child. The only girl Iâd ever seen before her was my own mother. So, of course, I felt drawn to her.â Her jaw tightens and her lips fall together in a firm, thin line. Anakinâs brows knit closer together and thereâs a flicker in his eyes that she swears looks like the predecessor to tears.Â
 She doesnât quite want to believe it. He could not cry.Â
 âAnd I spent a decade pining, a decade praying that Iâd one day see her again, a decade hoping sheâd been counting down the days until she saw me again, just like I was.â
 She doesnât believe what sheâs hearing. Itâs a reflection of her own story, her own foolish pining, her own foolish praying but not hers, but Anakinâs. Her heart stutters in her chest and she forgets to breathe, having to gasp to gather air back into her lungs.Â
 Sheâs never once felt like she could be understood. Sheâs never once felt like anyone else could experience the inner turmoil she has, the seemingly fruitless yearning she has.Â
 But sheâs realizing now that that's not true. Not anymore, at least. Everything is changing right before her eyes.Â
 âAnd then I did,â Anakin shakes his head, a humorless laugh leaving his lips. âAnd I felt nothing. But I tried. I tried to convince myself I loved her. But I just⊠didnât.â
 Her brow furrows and Anakinâs gaze darkens as it finds hers.Â
 âI spent a decade obsessing over someone I didnât really know, and how could I? I was a child.â His eyes search hers, searching for something unbeknownst to her. But she lets him. âI didnât know what love was. All I knew was infatuation. I didnât know what it meant to truly feel seen, to truly feel drawn to someone.â
 Anakin pauses and she gets the feeling that whatever he says next will be calamitous.Â
 âUntil I saw you again, that day outside the palace.â
 Her lips tremble and her breath shudders, an icy chill frosting over her skin. To think heâs thought about her everyday since their eyes briefly met in the midst of a crowded courtyard was hard to believe yet, when she looks at Anakin Skywalker now, she sees the softening of his brow, the quiver in his lips, the honesty in his eyes.Â
 Sheâs only ever imagined one look in his eyes. Desire.Â
 But she looks at him now and finds an entire galaxyâ thereâs longing, thereâs earnest, thereâs optimism, thereâs burning. As it turns out, living creatures are not black and white like she initially thought them to be. Anakin Skywalker is a complex creature, made of flesh and blood and of an intricacy sheâd never stopped to consider before.Â
 Heâs even better than sheâs imagined heâd be.Â
 Every moment spent under the stars, praying that sheâd one day have a place among them, that she one day would sit among them with purpose rather than in an ellipsis suddenly begins to feel like it wasnât all for nothing after all. Every prayer sheâs whispered into the night breeze with Anakin Skywalkerâs name in it suddenly feels like they begin to matter, like they begin to come true.Â
 Still, she is wary, and Anakin seems to recognize this caution.Â
 He takes a step closer and he steals the breath from her chest, just like he had the first moment she saw him. Her fingers twitch, itching to find his, her palms tingling with the desire to feel his skin, her lips buzzing with yearning. She does not touch him, she does not kiss him, she does not do anything. She simply waits for the rest of his story to unfold and her brain aches with the hope that it will unravel into hers.Â
 âI saw you that day at the palace to find you were already looking at me. That you were already seeing me,â he mutters, a little breathlessly. âIt may have been for⊠for only a moment but when you looked at me, I feltâŠâ he trails off, a furrow in his brow as he searches for the correct word. ââŠI felt⊠like something shifted.â
 She watches as he rolls his lips together, watches as the moonlight catches how they glisten with spittle. Her breath catches a little bit, her gaze lingering there, her desire to lap it all up flaring.Â
 âIt felt like there was a string there between us Iâd never noticed before,â he continues. âThere was a connection Iâd never realized until the moment our eyes met. I felt you, and I felt you see me. There hasnât been a day thatâs passed by since where I didnât feel you, where I didnât feel like we were connected, like we were two stars written in the same constellation.â
 Her chest rises and falls to the erratic beating of her heart as Anakin draws nearer, the hand with his glove meeting her cheek with a tenderness sheâd felt from no one before. Sheâd never realized how starved of touch sheâs been until now and it feels so invigorating. Her stare drops to his lips and she feels that string Anakin mustâve been talking about, feels it drawing her closer into his mouth.Â
 âPadmĂ© does not love me back, and I do not care,â he says in just above a whisper, his voice rising and falling in a way that jellifies her knees, that makes liquid of her insides. âBecause I am burningâ foolishly, maybe, yesâ for you.â
 She inhales sharply and it truly feels like all her prayers are finally being answered, like sheâs being inducted into her rightful place in the sea of stars. And in her constellation, Anakin Skywalker resides too.Â
 She reaches up with a hand to hold the crook of his elbow thatâs strung between them as he brings his other, ungloved hand to rest on her other cheek. She feels his skin on her cheek as the pad of his thumb soothes over the warmth of her flesh and her body quakes with shivers that roll down her spine all the way to her toes. He begins to lean in, his breath hot where it fans against her skin but she tilts backwards, just enough for him to halt, a quirk in one of his brows.Â
 âI will not let you settle for me, Anakin Skywalker,â she whispers, admitting that insecurity still lingers, despite his words. Anakinâs eyes narrow as he uses his hands on either sides of her face to draw her in, his lips but a mere whisper away from hers when he murmurs, âsettle? This is not settling. This is binding.â
 Then, his lips are on hers in an electrifying bind that shatters her spine with cracks of lightning and she falls into him, her hands on either of his forearms to keep herself steady.Â
 Anakin kisses her with an ardor she could never even dream up in all of her wildest of fantasies. He kisses her and she feels like she finally fits in her dress, as it is the color of fire and sheâs engulfed in flames. He kisses her and he is the flame that lights her candle, the flame that melts her from the center, that makes heat course through her that washes all the way down to her toes. He kisses her and she is melting, right into him.Â
 His tongue pirouettes over hers and she hums into his mouth, feeling his fingers thread through her hair. Her heart is pounding and her lips are buzzing but all she feels is Anakin, she feels the muscles in his arms, the warmth that radiates off his body and spills into her. She feels the push and pull of the passion, the yearning heâs kept inside all this time. She feels her own longing and fervor pour into him and they are floating, two clouds that collide into one another to become one.Â
 Anakin steps forward and steps backwards until she hits a wall. When they pull away for breath, she realizes heâs backed her into one of the pillars, a vine caught in the hair on the back of her head. Their chests heave with the weight of their breaths and she watches as Anakinâs hand, not the gloved one, but the one with skin rises, following it as it reaches for her neck. She shudders when he touches her collarbone, exposed from the side of the fiery satin of her dress. His fingertips sear her skin as it drags to the neck of her dress, following the satin where it wraps around her throat, all the way to the back of her neck where the lace falls.Â
 Her breath catches when his fingers find the small strings keeping her dress together. Her gaze finds his again to find heâs already staring, a narrow, earnest look upon his face that darkens his eyes and hardens his features. There is a silent question that hangs in the air between them: âdo you want to stop?â
 Maybe theyâre moving too fast. Maybe this is crazy, maybe theyâre simply caught up in the moment, high off the feeling of burning for someone who burns for them too. But after years of pining, of waiting, of praying, it only feels right.Â
 But still, she asks, âwhat if someone sees? Someone like Obi-Wan who can get you in trouble?â
 Anakin shakes his head, âthey wonât. Now, I donât want to talk about Obi-Wan. Do you want to stop?â
 The shake of her head is all Anakin needs to see before he unlaces the strings holding her dress together, the satin falling like a spark blazing down the frayed edges of a rope until it pools at her elbows. Her breasts spill from the dress and the nightâs ghostly whisper chills her skin, peaking her nipples.Â
 Anakinâs eyes devour and she is prey.Â
 His stare pierces through her skin to the marrow of her bones that catch a chill and she quakes. He meets her eyes again as his hands drift lower, dipping until they finally find her chest. A sharp gasp escapes when his palms cup either of her breasts and she arches into his touch, already aching for more.Â
 âAnakin!â She gasps in a breathy exclaim when he dips his chin to press a kiss over the top of one of her breasts, heat blossoming in his lipsâ wake. His eyes catch her again, a little warily. âIs this okay?â He asks, his voice low and gravely, scratching the itch in her brain she didnât even know she had. It makes her knees feel weak and if it hadnât been for his body pressed up against hers, she wouldâve crumpled straight to the ground.Â
 âYes,â she breathes, chest heaving into his palms. âIâm sorry, Iâve just⊠neverâŠâ
 Anakinâs lips curve and she can see a flash of white peek between them. He shakes his head. âMe neither,â he admits with a breathy laugh and she titters too, grateful for the fact that sheâs not the only one whoâs a little green.Â
 âCan I keep going?â He questions and his voice is liquid desire, melting straight down to her core. She swallows the lump thatâs formed in her throat, nodding. âPlease,â she adds, feeling her heart beat straight into his palm.Â
 Anakinâs head dips again and she watches, cheeks warm as he places an open-mouthed kiss just above her nipple. His palm kneads the other breast as his lips venture just an inch lower, finding the peaked bud that awaits, suckling it into his mouth.Â
 Itâs like electricity flooding through her veins.Â
 She throws her head back, lips falling agape as her eyelids snap closed, soaking in the pleasure of Anakinâs lips on her nipple. He cautiously flicks his tongue against the bud, watching through his lids as a moan falls from her lips, encouraging him to do it again. He flattens his tongue against her nipple and licks a long, fat stripe from the underside of it up, feeling her tremble in his arms. He lets go of her breast with a wet pop, trailing kisses through the valley between them to make his way to the other.Â
 Touching him, feeling him, kissing him is somehow even better than sheâd ever imagined, even after all those years of dreaming for moments like this. She canât believe sheâs gone so long without feeling him like this, she doesnât think she can ever stop touching him.Â
 Anakin suckles on her breast, flicking his tongue against her nipple as his hand not wrapped in a glove ventures down her body, past her waist, down her hip. He pulls the satin material of her dress up until his arm can sneak his way beneath it and she shivers when his fingers find her center over her underwear. Her nails dig into his sleeves above his shoulders, holding her breath as he finds the wet spot in her underwear, gently pressing against it.Â
 Her hands tighten on his shoulders and ceases all movement, peering up at her. âYouâre wet,â he says rather matter-of-factly because of course she is, how could she not be? She nods down at him, swallowing thick layers of saliva down her throat. âCan I touch you here?â He asks and his voice drops to that silky, velvety tone that makes her core ache. She presses her lips together to stifle her groan, head vigorously nodding up and down.Â
 âGods yes, Anakin,â she moans, slowly rocking her hips against his finger. âPlease.â
 She feels filthy in a way for asking, for needing friction so desperately. Sheâs only ever taken her own fingers when sheâs too lost in pleasure at night to sleep, never been touched by anyone else but itâs all she craves now, for Anakinâs fingers to touch her, for himâ whatever part it may beâ to be inside her.Â
 A flame had been ignited in the pit of her belly long ago, back when Anakin first stepped through the door the day they met. Itâs sat stagnant for too long, waiting for its moment to further bloom and now it has. It blossomed when her eyes met Anakinâs that day in the courtyard but itâs now in full bloom, now that they burn together, now that his kisses have seared her skin, now that his fingers are pulling her underwear down her thighs, just enough that he can reach her center.Â
 When his fingertips brush her clit, she bursts.Â
 Anakinâs arm wraps around her waist as she practically collapses into him, his middle finger drawing circles against her clit, his breath hot as his lips rest on her brow.Â
 âIs this good?â He asks against her forehead. âDo you feel good?â He questions again as he adds his forefinger to the mix, applying just a little more pressure and it makes her eyes roll.Â
 âYes, just⊠just donât stop,â she exhales, feeling her stomach twist itself into a knot, his fingers against her clit threatening to pull it undone any moment.Â
 So he doesnât.Â
 Heâs unrelenting in the way his fingers press to the aching bud in her center, tracing tight circles until her eyes squeeze closed so hard, milky-ways shimmer behind her lids. He dares venture lower, gathering her slick on the pads of his fingers as he teases near her entrance. Itâs a foreign and strange feeling, itâs a pattern sheâs traced many times with her own fingers but never been touched by someone else. Even in spite of how many nights she spent trekking that path wishing it was Anakinâs fingers instead, but itâs still strange feeling him there now.Â
 She clutches his arm tighter and he slows, beginning to retract his hand. She stops him, lifting her head until their eyes meet again.Â
 âNo,â she pants, shaking her head. âDonât stop, just⊠just take it slow.â
 He nods, his finger a little unsure as it circles her entrance, unintentionally teasing until she begins to crack. Sheâs panting, trying to wiggle her hips so that she can draw his fingers in, seeking that feeling of being full. Anakin dips his forefinger into her hole and she tosses her head back, her lips parting for an âohâ to emit.Â
 He watches her face, even if she canât see it, she can feel his gaze behind her closed lids. He is testing the waters, learning what makes her moan, what makes her squirm, what makes her come. Slowly, he sinks his finger further in and she feels every single millimeter that drags along her walls until heâs knuckle deep. Her legs feel like jelly and her knees begin to wobble, nails clinging to his sleeves like they were her lifeline.Â
 Pressure builds in the pit of her belly as Anakin carefully retracts his finger, just to sink it back in again, a slow, cautious rhythm that leaves her mind spinning. His fingers are so much bigger than hers and she already feels so stuffed despite it only being one finger. Somehow, itâs too much and not enough at the same time.Â
 âAna⊠Anakin,â she gasps, peeling open her lids to find heâs already looking. His finger slows but picks up its pace again when he realizes sheâs not in any pain. âAnother.â
 His brow dips and his head tilts in confusion, uncertain what she means. She gathers moisture on her lips, trying to speak through the pleasure-driven haze in her mind.Â
 âAnother finger. Please.â
 Their eyes lock and thereâs a flicker in his, a hint of doubt.Â
 âAre you suââ
 âPlease.â
 So, Anakin gathers her lips with his and she mewls into his mouth when he presses his middle against his pointer, sinking them into her cunt until they reach as far as they can. Sheâs trembling against him but he keeps her upright, with his arm and with his lips.Â
 Just one of Anakinâs fingers had made her feel stuffed but two of his fingers made her feel full to the brim. Her walls clench around his fingers and she gasps his name like the beginning of a prayer, pleading for more.Â
 Itâs a twist on the prayers she recites to the Maker every night. Itâs rewriting her every broken hymn, transforming it into something entirely new. She moans Anakinâs name and his fingers turn it into a song so that she cries like a dove into the night. The Maker may have left her feeling broken, wasted, unimportant but Anakin has found her, patched her up, polished her until sheâs brand new.Â
 The tangle in her belly begins to rupture, slowly unraveling and so she pushes his arm away, his fingers sliding out of her cunt, her walls pulsing with the loss. They both pant and Anakinâs face hardens in question as his chest heaves.Â
 âWhat is it?â He asks, searching her face.Â
 She gathers air deep in her chest. âI wantâŠâ She trails off, her embarrassment washing over her cheeks in blood. Her gaze drops and Anakin tilts his head to find it again, their eyes locked. He says nothing, only the nod of his head encourages her to continue. ââŠI want more. I want⊠I want you toâŠâ
 She purses her lips in frustration. For heavenâs sake, sheâs talking to the man who just had his fingers inside of her mere moments ago. Why does she feel embarrassed now?
 She takes another deep breath, mustering the courage to tell what she truly wants. ââŠI want you to feel good too.â
 Something shifts in Anakinâs eyes. It could be easily mistaken as a trick of the light but she sees it, she feels it. Anakin is burning just the same as her, his pupils becoming a backdrop behind the fires of desire, and she burns within it.Â
 She watches as Anakinâs hand sinks below the belt around his middle, all the way down to the waistband of his trousers beneath his dark tunic. She watches with her breath lodged at the base of her throat as he pulls down his pants, just enough for his cock to be set free and oh, it is just like her dreams but even better.Â
 Nothing could have ever prepared her for the sight of Anakin Skywalkerâs cock. Not even the wildest of her dreams could ever capture the essence of the art of Anakin Skywalker. He is handcrafted by the gods themselvesâ he is the physical embodiment of masterpiece.Â
 He steps forward and towers over her, his breath like smoke rolling over her face. She peers up at him, her chest heaving with the effort of breathing. His hands find either side of her face and she stops breathing altogether, wondering what he will do next.Â
 Then, âput your arms here,â he whispers, guiding her arms over his shoulder. âAnd hold on.â
 She squeals when he drops his hands to the undersides of her thighs, lifting her off the ground so that her ankles lock behind his back. Her arms tighten around his neck as he presses her back against the pillar, his chest pressed into hers. She can feel his length as itâs squeezed between either of their bodies and her walls clench around nothing, practically sobbing to feel him inside.Â
 For a moment, the world stills around them and itâs like when she sees him in the audience during PadmĂ©âs wedding. The night stirs and blurs until itâs dark watercolor, but Anakin is what she sees in high resolution. Itâs the perfect mirageâ she and Anakin feel like two stars in the middle of the black abyss above, forming their own little constellation.Â
 And when Anakin finally slides himself inside of her, she feels like her place in the sea of stars has been cemented. She finally feels like sheâs where she belongs.
a/n; SO! MY LONGEST IMAGINE YET.... may or may not have gotten a bit carried away (more like a little too wordy...) BUT! i really hope some of you enjoy and i truly appreciate anyone who reads this all the way through. i know 10k words is a lot đ also i hope this doesnât seem too insta-lovey⊠this idea just came to me in a dream so i wrote what I dreamt lol
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"You're mad at me." Anakin states, and it's not a question like it was last time, but there's still confusion present, so your anger burns steadily onwards.
You stay silent, and your teeth dig into your tongue.
"Come on, angel, tell me why." He pries, reaching for your elbow where it's bent stiffly at your side.
Strike one.
You pull away from the contact and scrub harder at the plate you're attempting to wash. The stain is stubbornly caked on and damn, you wish you'd splurged on a place with a dishwasher.
"Okay, okay, no touching." Anakin soothes, "But will you please at least talk to me? I can't fix it if I don't know what's wrong."
Strike two.
"You do know what's wrong," You gripe, your voice an unwilling drawl. As soon as it's there it's gone, and Anakin is back to square one.
Anakin Skywalker doesn't do well with square one- he hurtles relentlessly towards bigger and better. He dips gently into your mind with the Force, and though you can feel the invasion of your privacy, there's not a thing you can do to stop it.
"Hey!" You protest, but he's already found what he needed, and he's wrapping you in a hug from behind that you couldn't shake off if you tried.
"I'm sorry I didn't get you dessert from Dex's." He croons, "Ahsoka wanted to stop by the nursery down the street to find a plant for Obi-Wan- you know she accidentally sliced his in half? Anyways, we left the diner in a hurry and I'm sorry you didn't get your sweets."
"Fine," You grumble, pointedly not fighting his touch anymore even though you're trying to maintain your grumpy facade, "If it was to help Ahsoka, then I don't mind."
"I should start bringing her around whenever you're mad at me," Anakin muses, pressing a cheeky kiss to the side of your face, "I'll never get in trouble again."
"I'm gonna tell her you told me you hated me last week!" You threaten, and Anakin groans.
"I did not say that!"
"You said you'd tinker with me if I were a droid."
"Because tinkering is what I do!"
"If I were a droid I should be perfect to you," You insist, "No tinkering needed."
"Yes dear," He secedes with an eye roll he hides into the side of your head, "No tinkering whatsoever. Even when your joints get rusty and your circuits wear out."
"Good." You nod, momentarily satisfied as you place the now-clean plate in its spot on the drying rack, "We're gonna get rusty and worn out together, Skywalker.â
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RING-POP
PAIRING. sam monroe x f!reader
SYNOPSIS. sam makes you try a different version of your favorite candy; bigger and bitter.
WARNINGS. NSFW themes (18+), pet-names, cursing, dirty-talk & too many puns (i swear this punk cannot shut up), name-calling (brat, dumb girl), brat-taming, degradation, slight dacryphilia, perv!sam, clueless!reader, oral sex (m! receiving), face-fucking, bondage, slight slapping (with a belt, with his cock), hair-pulling, sexualising food?
SMACK, SLURP, POP. the sounds filled samâs humid room. his brow furrowed further, a look of disdain washing over his pale features at the noise. the videogame in front of him needed all his heed, but it seemed like his brat, bambi, demanded some of that attention, too.
âstop that,â he groaned, frustrated. the sound of his thumbs assaulting the buttons on his controller shouldâve been all that was heard, had you not been deep-throating the candy sam made the mistake of getting you. âwhatâ iâm just having my candy,â you whined before continuing, ââand besides, if you have a problem, why donât you let me sit away from youââ he was quick to shut down that idea, gripping the flesh of your thighs. maybe sam was in the wrong for getting you the cherry ring-pop, your favourite, and maybe it wasnât the best idea to have you perched on his lap, sitting comfortably (cluelessly) on his aching boner, but in his defence, he just wanted to feast his eyes on the sight of your plump lips wrapped around the toy candy, sucking and slurping, just as you are now like the good girl you are, but once he switched his playstation on, the competitive side came out.
you shift to your comfort in his lap, feeling the tent in his pants poke directly into your mound. you had an arm crossed over samâs neck, bringing the ring-clad finger to your mouth and sucking. at the taste of the sweet cherry juices dripping into your mouth, you groan in samâs ear.
the sounds traveled straight to his cock, his mind tuning out his realityâ the game at handâ just to focus at your skilful tongue, stained red by the candy. âif you donât quit itââ he sighed, his voice strained. the next thing you know, his character is being obliterated by the enemy. you stifled a giggle, your plan worked.
sam had left you so, so worked up. choosing to take out his frustration with his family on some stupid toy, rather than your willing pussy. ever since that day at the playground, you couldnât go a day without sam pounding into your drooling cunt. even if it was always him starting it, he got you to finish, and you were forever grateful for it. but today? when you dolled up in all blackâ tank top and skirtâ with red lingerie, he decided to pick up that gaming console and not let go.
âalright, bambi, iâve had it with you,â he gets up abruptly, causing you to hit the ground and land on your knees. you gasped, offended.
his hands, full of real, crude metal were quick to move, undoing his belt, unlike your delicate hand that was motionless with the toy ring perched on it. the leather of his studded belt flicked across your cheek, causing you to look up at sam through wet lashes. he only smirked at the sight. your eyes flicked to the bulge revealed in his boxers, and now your mouth watered for a taste that wasnât cherry ring-pop.
ââlike to suck your candy, huh, brat?â he squeezed your cheeks together. âsince youâve been practising in my goddamn ears all day,â he continued, pulling out his cock, âletâs see how good youâve gotten.â his cock was slapped against the same spot at the belt. you only stared at him through your long lashes, unwilling to satiate when youâre unsatisfied yourself. âcome on, bambi, open up,â he squeezed your cheeks again, causing your mouth to gape open. âi canât guarantee it tastes like cherries, but youâre open to trying sweet-n-salty, arenâtcha?â he giggled, amused at his own snarky comments.
the fat tip of his cock pressed into your plump, gape lips, and instinctively, your tongue stuck out to lick it. âthere we go,â sam sighed, ready to return to cloud 9.
you sheepishly swirled your tongue around the bulbous tip of his cock, relishing in the taste of his precum oozing into your tastebuds. oh, yeah, youâve found yourself a new favourite flavour.
âhands up for me, bambi,â he sighed, breathless already. you oblige, eyes widening when his belt snaked over your wrists, tying them in an unholy matrimony. your hands rested in your lap, preventing you from pleasuring yourself like you intended to. ânow, open wide fâme.â youâre obedient, eager to please, for you know if samâs satisfied he would overlook the âpunishmentâ and stick his cock into you. your pussy flutters at the thought of being full again.
as your throat relaxed around him, you started taking more and more of his length, looking up at him through your lashes to seek his validation, and the mere sight was rewarding. his brows furrowed, a pink flush crept into his pale skin, while his lips were plump and agape, marks of his teeth etched into the skin. âyour mouth was made to suck cock, yâknow thatâ my cock. youâre only gonna squeeze my cock with that fuckinâ throat, yâhear?â he nods, authoritative yet cooing, âis my girl understanding me?â so you bobble your head along with length. âfuck yeah, brat. going dumb on my cock,â he moans, and you were eager to illicit more of those sounds.
you relax your jaw, inhale deeply, and let him take charge. when sam realises this, the little devil smirks, running his fingers through your scalp to tug at your hair.
his cock pistons in and out of your throat, your eyes watering and your breath haggard. your pussy clenched around nothing but the flooded dampness of your cotton panties.
âoh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuââ incoherent grunts and groans filled the room along with the delirious smell of your arousals. âfuuuuck, bambi,â samâs thrusts got sloppier.
âyou know,â he spoke, breathless yet mischievously, âthis candy comes with a creamy centre,â he chuckled, grunting as he came undone in your mouth. âsweet nâ salty, yeah?â he stroked his cock, relishing in the sight of his heavy load dripping down your plump lips. you were quick to swallow every drop, selfishly devouring your favourite candy. you wondered if this was gluttony or lust?
when satiated, sam pulled away, tucking his cock away. you, too, get up from the floor, wincing at the pain of kneeling down for too long.
you shimmy out of your clothes, making your way towards his bed. sam sees you in the corner of his eye, an eyebrow irking at your actions, âwhat do you think youâre doing,â he asked plainly, leaving you confused. âi- youâre fucking me, right?â you had a pitiful look on your face, so eager to chase your own release with his assistance. âlike hell i will, dumb girl,â sam scoffed, âbrats donât get pleasure after punishment,â he shrugged coldly, grabbing his gaming console.
he pointed towards his thighs, âsit your ass back down,â you whine, âbut iâll be so boooored,â yet perch on his lap, still.
ââand i finished my ring-pop,â you sigh in frustration. sam chuckles, âdonât worry, iâll have your new favourite out in a minute,â
âthis flavour never finishes, just keeps on coming.â
THIS PUNKâ
SEE ALSO. playground [PRELIMINARY FIC]. more of Sam Monroe [MEAN!SAM, BIMBO!READER AND OTHER TROPES].
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âSo? How was your âdateâ?â One of your colleagues called Ashley asked as you kept pouring yourself the poor coffee that was made in the office.
âHorrible.â You muttered while leaning against one of those desks. âI mean, we talked, argued, screamed at the other and then I left.â You took off your glasses and stared at her lazily.
âWell, he was a dick anyways.â She stated while you widened your eyes, giggling as one of the kids from the lower classes ran by the door, straight to the next class that was next room.
âQuiet, I donât want them to hear such things.â You said while smiling slightly.
âHow about Belle? Is she okay?â
âDonât even get me started.â
âCome on. Tell me. I donât have any classes left.â
âBut I do.â You said while Ashley took you by the arms and pulled you back into the office.
âYou have language. Fourth period. Itâs only the second yet.â
âFine.â You muttered while sitting down with her by her own table.
âSheâs doing fine right now, though I called some of those girls' parents in to make sure that they knew what their children were doing.â
âDo you know why they did that? I mean she is the sweetest kid in that class. Thereâs only one girl who likes her.â
âI think the source is her parents.â You sighed while stirring your coffee, even the smell making you flinch.
âI never saw any of them picking her up yet. Who are they?â
âOh my god your husband is obsessed with Star Wars and you donât know who Belleâs father is?â You asked while realization settled down on her face.
âYou are not for real right now.â
âAnd her mother?â
âWell she lives in Los Angeles so..â You swallowed. âShe spends most of her time with her dad.â
âHe has a chokehold on me. Donât tell this to Jeremy.â
âI wonât.â You laughed softly.Â
Ashley eyed you for a second before she started talking.
âHeâs still single isnât he?â
âAshley!â You exclaimed while trying to keep in your giggles.
âWhat? Iâm just trying to point out the best things.â
âHeâs forty three.â
âHmm how well educated you are.â She smirked while you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as you kept stirring the black liquid.
âYou are keeping something away from me arenât you?â She asked while you tilted your head, licking your lips.
Oh how you still wished it were his lips laying on yours, lapping for a taste.
âNothing.âÂ
Maybe you kissed once, but it meant nothing. He probably had many different hookups and you were only one of the girls who had a chance to accidentally be stuck in an elevator with him.
â
âMr Christensen?â Your voice dripped with seriousness as you placed the phone between your shoulder and head, scribbling over some papers as you waited for his response.
âYes?â The deep voice rang through your nerves as the pen between your fingers started to become more productive over the piece of paper.
âI would like to settle down for a talk with you. Hopefully on Friday. Anytime itâs good for you.â
âWhat would it be about?â
âYour daughter. What else?â
âI thought you wanted to talk about last week.â
âWhat exactly happened last week Mr Christensen?âÂ
You heard a deep chuckle come from the other side of the line.
âSee you later.â
â
You sat in your office on a Friday afternoon while the screen of your laptop in front of your eyes made you tired.Â
But the screen or the light wasnât what made you feel anxious.
Ever since your call with Hayden, youâve been playing with your fingers, readjusting your clothes or even brushing your fingers through your hair. Though you didnât invite him into your office to talk about yourselves, it felt like you did.
You missed the way his lips felt on yours. Soft, plump and irresistible. The way his hands slid down from your waist to grasp into the soft skin of your thighs, to pick you up and push you against the wall of the screwed up elevator.
If maybe it didnât start working again all of the sudden, maybe you would have let him to even fuck you in that little space.Â
Of course it wasnât like the whole set of female teachers in the school you were teaching weren't turning their heads when he stopped to pick up Belle. Or didnât talk about him between breaks.
You could hear everything. Not that you felt jealous, because you had no reason to. You never were the type to feel jealous about a person.
And he didnât even know anything about you.
You sighed while taking off your glasses and rubbing your eyes slightly not to mess up your mascara.Â
You should never feel like this about one of your studentâs caregivers, but the feeling again of having him all to yourself was making you feral.
Your feet shifted uncomfortably in your heels, making you sit up from the chair and walk towards the cabinet that you had in your office.
Just then a knock was heard.
You widen your eyes before rushing back to your desk and placing your glasses back on your nose before answering.
âCome on in!â Your voice was stable as you shifted in your seat, waiting for the door to open.
As it did, you saw Hayden enter. He was dressed up casually, nothing extreme. He was wearing jeans with a white top and a leather jacket hanging on his shoulders. His hair was tousled, the soft blonde locks being enlightened by the soft light coming through the windows.
âMiss Y/N/L.â He greeted you while you smiled at him the best you could and stood up to shake hands with him.
Even his hands felt so warm and soft that the feeling sent a wave of nervousness down to your stomach.
âSit down please.â You said while sitting back into your chair.
He sat down across from you, waiting for you to start speaking. He slightly stirred in his seat as he looked into your eyes directly.Â
You cleared your throat before beginning to speak.
âFirst of all Iâm really sorry for what happened with Belle. I donât even know how to express how deeply I feel for her. I called you in because I needed to know if she talked with you about anything that happened, because since the incident happened I havenât really seen her.â The calm look on his face made you feel easier to speak, because letâs be honest itâs always easier to speak with someone who can be understanding and not screaming off your head after every sentence you make.
âNo.â He shook his head. âNot really. She mentioned that they were playing hide and seek and then suddenly someone cut her hair off. She didnât see who it was because apparently that someone ran off and she didnât feel the cut.â Hayden said while you bit the inside of your cheek.
âI would totally understand if youâd like to change schools after what happened. But I can assure you that one of the apparent groups of girls that planned to do this was expelled. I sent a letter to the ministry. So due to her earlier behavior and to this they decided that it would be the best if she got kicked out. There were still some girls there but they didnât want to speak up.â Your lips pressed into a tight line as you watched him react to your words.
He was still calm. But you could sense the tension in the air still.
âThank you.â He said.Â
You maybe expected something better as a response, but you already got used to short replies from many parents.
âOkay well..â You stood up again. âIt was nice to talk with you then.â You flashed him a smile before he stood up too.
He smirked before turning away from you.
You knitted your brows together before shaking your head and leading him to the door.Â
âYou donât want to talk about it, I feel like.â He started while you looked up at his tall frame.
âTalk about what exactly?â Your eyes shined with curiosity.
âI think you know exactly what I mean, Y/N.âÂ
It was weird that he used your first name, no one ever did that. But from him it sounded like an angel was calling your name. Your mind wandered to thousands of different places while you felt yourself getting aroused.
You had enough for a month of acting like this towards someone you wanted to be with. You didnât know if he felt the same, but you wanted him either way.
So with that you stepped forward and got on your tiptoes before pressing a soft kiss down on his lips.
The feeling was surreal. Like you got a taste straight out of heaven. You pulled away slightly as you saw confusion set on his face turning into need. He pressed his lips against yours now, shrugging his jacket down from his arms while picking you up with the slightest force.
You gasped a little as he grabbed into your thighs, your hands on his shoulders as you licked along his lower lip. His hands softly kneaded the skin of your inner thighs while you moaned at the feeling, making him enter his tongue into your mouth.Â
You felt the edge of your desk press into your back while you reached behind yourself, knocking off a jar of pens and pencils with hundreds of paper sheets. You tried grinding your hips against him, moaning again once he squeezed your skin and laid you down on the table.Â
Your hands went to his back, grasping at the fabric. His lips traced a line down from your lips to your jawline and then down to your neck.
You tilted your head backwards a little for him to have easier access. It didnât take him long to find your sweet spot. He started licking and biting along the skin as filthy sounds left your lips.
Your office wasnât soundproof, but you couldnât care less when he was on top of you. You felt like exploding while his hands ran down to undo the buttons of your blouse, revealing your white lacy bra.
âArch your back Sweetheart.â He murmured and you did so, slipping his hand up the fabric on your back while undoing your bra clip with ease.
Hm, experienced. You thought to yourself.
He pressed down hot, wet kisses down on your breasts as he tossed your bra somewhere in your office.
One of your already hardened nipples got caught by his warm mouth as he sucked on the little bud making you moan again and tilt your head back into the table.
He was playing with your other breast while you reached for his belt, brushing your hand once against his crotch before sliding the zipper down on his pants.
He let out a groan which caused a vibration to go down your spine. He pulled away from your right breasts to attack the other one, making you arch your back slightly. You could easily feel how hard he was getting with your hand in his pants already.
He then pulled away from your chest and slid your skirt off easily, showing off your panties that were barely covering anything.
âDo you wear something like this to school?â He chuckled while you rolled your eyes.Â
âI donât think thereâs anyone who would look under my skirt.â You said while looking up at the ceiling.
âSurely..â He whispered before undoing his belt and getting his dick out of his underwear. You didnât even look at him, not wanting to be freaked out or anything.
Of course you had many nights with guys other than your ex boyfriend, but since you didnât have a good fuck for at least two years now you were aching for him to be inside of you finally.
He softly pressed two fingers against the fabric, rubbing them from your slit up to your sweet little clit. You gasped softly while closing your eyes and getting lost in the feeling.Â
You then felt his head rubbing along your panties while you secure your legs along his waist.
âYou sure you want this?â He asked while you leant up on your elbows, watching him. Your eyes widened at his size, gulping and looking up at him with a nod.
âTake off those panties.â He said while you smirked.
âWhy donât you take them off?â You teased.
âIf I take them off I will rip them off. If you donât want to walk around without any underwear I suggest you take them off.â His voice was dripping with desire and you rather stayed in place watching him.
He arched a brow.
âOkay Sweetheart you choose it this way.â He whispered before completely tearing the fabric away.
You gasped as the sudden wind hit your pussy, wanting to press your thighs together.
âYoung thing.â He tilted his head, but before you could make a comment he pressed his pointer down where your wetness was collecting, bringing it up to your clit.
âFuck.â You said while watching him working his finger on your sensitive bud.
He rubbed his finger along, slightly, teasing. Then he simply spat on it, smearing the drool all over while you let out a loud moan.Â
âHayden.â You reached for his hand while he pushed you down on the table, hand sneaking up to press on your chest.Â
You mewled while he worked his fingers on your clit, sucking his fingers once he was done. Â
âYou ready?â He asked while you nodded your head frequently, squirming as you felt his warm pre-cum leaking onto your pussy.
His head slipped down to your heat, then up again, teasing your slit while smirking.
Then he pushed his tip in.
You swore you could see stars.
âFuck Darling this pussy of yours is really tight.â He chuckled. âIf I didn't know better I would think you are a virgin.â His hand went down to play with your pussy while he pushed himself entirely into you.
âFuck.â You said in unison, your head lifted up to see where the two of you were connected.
He started rocking his hips into your slightly as you trailed your hands up to his biceps, squeezing at his flesh while he leant on top of you, holding himself up by your sides.Â
You leant yourself up to kiss him, arms wrapping around his neck.Â
It was a shame that you already felt your stomach tightening with that little bubble of pleasure building in your tummy.
âFuck me.â You whispered while he kissed you, increasing his pace.
âYeah you want me like this?â He grinned while you nodded your head, arching your back.
âAnswer me Doll.â He said while wrapping one of his hands around your throat.
Your eyes were rolling back into your head as he fucked you hard against the table, making you loose all of your self confidence.
âYes, Hayden please!â You cried while he sighed, going even faster.
âOh my god.â He said while he looked down at you, the signs of real pleasure were all over your face.
He didnât even need you to announce that you were already coming down on his dick because he could feel your velvety falls squeezing his hard cock.
âYou want to come?â He asked while you nodded your head, moaning as he started rubbing your pussy again.
âOh Iâm coming.â You said while grabbing into his back, your finely manicured nails pressing into his skin.
âFuck Sweetheart.â He groaned while you screamed as he fucked you through your orgasm. Â
âCome inside of me.â You said suddenly breathless.
âYes? You want to feel me?â He asked while pressing into you softly.
You squirmed.Â
âYes!â You gasped as he picked up his pace again, the overstimulation giving in again.
âIâm close.â He murmured while you looked up at his gorgeous face. His lips were parted, sounds that made you clench around his member left his mouth.
âY/Nâ He sighed while you moaned at him hitting all the right spots again.Â
âOh, Iâm coming.â He said one last time before you felt him coming deep inside you, hot spurts of white semen filling your insides.
He pulled out gently and pushed himself back to his briefs while you lay on your desk, catching your breath.
âDonât worry, doll.â He chuckled. âThere will be plenty time for you to do that after Iâm done with you.â
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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?
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STALKER!NERD!ANAKIN HEADCANONS
TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort. Death, murderer, swearing, weird behavior, psycho behavior
Author's note: got inspired by amazing @xzaddyzanakinx, check her sutff out, it's wayyy better!!!
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who at the beginning seemed like a normal cute nerd
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who would write down every small detail he learned about you in his special notebook
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who would get nervous whenever the math class was about to begin (just because you're in it too). He doesn't have a problem with math, hell, he loves this subject but not as much as he loves you. His eyes would time to time move towards to where you're sitting, his cheeks heating up as he tries to pretend he's actually paying attention to what teacher says
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin whose one of the main wishes was to finally catch your attention. To make you notice him; his love for you, his unconditional commitment, his deep interest in everything you do - from your voice to your every small part on your body. It was something he wished and prayed for, to finally catch your gaze longer than one mere second
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who began fantasizing about you late at night to make himself fall asleep sometimes
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who, when you once struggled with your laptop in class, Anakin, the tech whiz, offered to help you out. He found it as a perfect opportunity to finally have his first real interaction with you. Although nervousness creeped all over his body, stopping right at his cheeks to make them rosy. His hands were gentle as they glided over the keyboard, but you had no idea that while he was fixing your issue, he was also installing a program that gives him remote access to your laptop. He smiled at you after, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, and you thanked himâunaware that he had just gained access to every aspect of your life.
Later that night, as you were working, you noticed your laptop screen flickering for a moment. Although you brushed it off, not realizing Anakin is on the other end, watching you through your webcam. His breath catched in his throat as he watched you. The heat he couldn't just ingore rising inside him whenever he imagined what it would be like to have you by his side..every.single.day
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who's always in the library, studying furiously or working on some coding project. Yet one day, you left a book behind on accident, and of course, heâs the one who finds it. Instead of returning it to you, Anakin uses it as an excuse to hold onto something of yoursâyour scent lingering on the pages (at least he thinks it lingers, that it's still there), your small scribbled notes on the margins. And the way his heartbeat quickened whenever he held something you did just second ago - it was so thrilling
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who after the laptop 'help', brought himself the courage to talk to you. At first, he made sure to make it time to time and a small talks - about lessons you've just had, sometimes he tried to gossip (for the first time) about teachers he actually liked (but knew you hated) in jokey way to make you smile and agree at what he's saying - so he did baby steps that hopefully would let him get closer.
He was always obssesing over these talks, always came up to you with flushed cheeks, trying to ignore your sceptical-looking friends. Although he cursed himself after every interaction with you just because he stuttered a lot, and he wanted to make the best impression on you as possible (but who would have known that you finded it cute)
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who gave himself time (but with his often excitement it was hard) to gain your trust, to 'know' you even better than what he knew already (so you wouldn't be suspicious about him knowing certain stuff)
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was thrilled to help you with subjects you sucked at. Often staying just for you long hours in the library after lessons;
"Hi, Annie."
That soft, sugar-sweet voice pulled Anakin out of his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. He looked up, and there you wereâhis Aphrodite, his goddessâsmiling at him, your eyes bright as you took a seat next to him, your math books gently landing on the library's wooden table.
Anakin froze for a moment, his mind swirling. How was it that you could always leave him feeling like thisâflustered, vulnerable? His usual composure disappeared every time you came near. He was used to watching you from afar, secretly lingering in the shadows, but now as you were right next to him, close enough that he could smell your perfume, his mind went dizzy
He swallowed hard, trying to control the quickened beat of his heart. âHi, y/n he said softly, forcing a gentle smile. âSo, what do you need help with today?â
You sighed, flipping open your math book, brows furrowing in that adorable way you always did when you were concentrating. âsequences... I donât get it.â
Anakin's heart lifted slightly at the request. This was his chanceâhis moment to shine before you. âDonât worry, I'll help you"
"Thatâs so stupid," you muttered, grimacing at the another math problem in front of you. You've been doing this shit for what felt like hours and you could feel your brain slowly release more and more smoke
Anakin only chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. âItâs not stupid. Youâre just learning it. Trust me, math can save your life.â
The phrase almost made you vomit âThatâs a bold statement.â
He grinned, watching your pencil scratch against the paper, marveling at how even something so mundane looked graceful in your hands. âBold but true,â he teased. âIf you were stranded on a deserted island without a signal, you'd need math to find your way back home.â he folded his hands between his legs, offering you this small smile
you huffed âIâd need a map, not math.â
âAnd how do you think they make maps?â he shot back with a smug smirk on his face. He was nothing like this shy, stuttering guy you knew just time ago. It was more endearing, in a way âMath. Without it, you wouldnât have a map in the first place.â
You bit your lip in thought, a small furrow appearing on your brows as you glanced back at the task in front of you. The way your lips pouted slightly as you tried to focus made Anakinâs heart skip a beat. âMath is a haunting beast,â you sighed, writing the example down. âIt doesnât help you; it ruins you.â
Anakin chuckled again, shaking his head. âThatâs just a matter of perspective.â His voice softened, dropping a little lower âYou just havenât seen it the right way. I can change that, you know.â
âCan you?â your tone teasing but laced with curiosity.
âIf you let me, absolutely.â His eyes sparkled while watching you, drinking in every detail of your face. He had never been this close to you ever before. And oh God, he loved it so much. He could smell the faint scent of your vanilla perfumes, every inch of your skin seemed so touchable..so soft..so-- âBut youâve got to take it seriously. Otherwise, how can I help you?â
âI am taking it seriously, Anakin. You know Iâm thankful for all the time and effort you put into this.â
The word time echoed in Anakinâs mind, sending a rush of emotion through him. Timeâthat precious thing he spent obsessing over you, watching your every move, memorizing every little detail about you.. If only you knew how deep his admiration went, how he lived for these moments alone with you..maybe you would understand that you deserve better than some jerk you've been dating. That you deserved someone who would want to know you, who would fall to his knees and beg to know you..who would do it all just for a small glimpse of your face in the sunglight
âDonât mention it,â he murmured, his smirk returning. âIâm always happy to help you, y/n.â
He kept the conversation light and playful, teasing you just enough to make you smile, to keep your attention on him. Just as he always dreamed. He wanted this moment to last foreverâto bask in your presence, in the warmth of your voice, in the sweetness of your laughter. He wanted you to feel how much he cared, even if he couldnât tell you the whole truth yet
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who hated your boyfriend;
âY/n!â Jackâs sharp voice sliced through Anakinâs thoughts like a knife. âPack your things, weâre leaving. Now.â The coldness in Jackâs tone made Anakinâs blood boil. How could anyone speak to you like that? Anakin would never dream of using such a harsh tone with you. Never.
âBut Iâm doing math riâ"
âDonât care,â Jack snapped, cutting you off. âPack your damn things. Weâre leaving.â
The cruelty in Jackâs voice made Anakin seethe. The way he talked to youâlike you were nothingâmade his hands curl into fists under the table. Red-hot anger coursed through him, almost blinding him. Jack had no right. No right to speak to youlike that, to treat you like you were disposable. His heart pounded in his chest, the familiar obsessive urge to protect you, to be the one who cherished you, rising uncontrollably. He couldnât stand the thought of you being hurt or disrespected by anyone, least of all by someone like Jack.
Jack caught Anakinâs stare, eyes narrowing with disdain. âWhat are you looking at, nerd?â His voice was full of arrogance and venom
Anakinâs eyes flashed with rage as he turned to meet Jackâs gaze, nails digging into his skin. He wanted to punch that smug look right off his face. Oh, how satisfying it would be to watch him fall. But Jack was taller, broader, physically stronger..yet..biology confirmed that people under different emotions are able to do impossible..so could it possibly mean..
âJack, calm down,â you interjected softly, your voice shaking just a little as you tried to smooth things over without another cut skin and running blood. âAnakin was just helping me with math.â
Yet, Jack barely glanced at you, keeping his gaze locked on Anakin's face. Both of them looked as if they were about to throw their fists on themselves. Yet, Anakin wasn't the type of guy to hurt someone..right? âWhatever. If youâre not outside in five minutes, Iâm leaving without you.â
Anakinâs blood ran cold as Jack stormed out of the library. The familiar feeling of being a failure, of possibly dissapointing you because he haven't done anything, didn't stand up and react at your boyfriend's behaviour corrupted his mind. What had he just done? He was supposted to protect you, and yet, here he was sitting like a failure. This tense, uncomfortable silence did not help him. Especially when your face flushed with embarrassment, your once-bright smile long gone. What had he just done? You looked down, fiddling nervously with your pencil before turning to Anakin.
âIâm so sorry about him,â you whispered âHeâs just⊠having a bad day, I guess. Please donât take it personally.â
Anakin wanted to scream. Bad day? That was your excuse? You were too kind, too forgiving. Jack didnât deserve your apologies or your understanding. Anakinâs anger roared inside him like a beast, barely contained beneath his calm exterior. Jack wasnât just having a bad dayâhe was a bully, plain and simple. And Anakin hated him for it. He wanted to protect you from this, from Jackâs cruel words and rough edges. Because you deserved to be treated like a queen, not like some accessory Jack could toss around whenever he felt like it.
So there was this question ringing in his ears again - what had he just done?
âItâs okay,â he replied softly, though his voice was tight with the effort it took to hold back his anger.
You offered him a nervous smile, the light that usually brightened your face now dimmed by Jackâs harshness. âIâm really sorry. I shouldnât keep you any longer⊠but maybe we can catch up another time?â
Before Anakin could respond, you took his pen and started scribbling something in his notebook. Your soft hand moved gracefully over the page, your pretty handwriting was what captured his attention completely. He loved how even the smallest, most mundane actions were captivating when it came to you. Because for him, you could make something as simple as writing your name feel like magic.
When you finished, you handed the notebook back to him, a soft smile playing on your lips. âItâs my number,â you said, drawing a small smiley face beside it. âWe can plan another time for tutoring.â
Your number. Your phone number. Anakin stared at the page in disbelief, his heart hammering in his chest. You had just given him a direct line to you. To you. His obsession surged, almost overwhelming him. He could barely keep his hands from trembling when he took in the sight on the paper. This was itâhis way into your life.
âSure. W-we can,â he said, trying to suppress the massive grin that threatened to take over his face. âAnytime.â
you smiled again, but it was smaller now, hesitant. Your eyes flickered toward the door, where Jack had disappeared moments earlier. âThanks again, Anakin. Iâm really sorry about JackâŠi-I should get going before he leaves me stranded.â
Anakin watched you pack your things, his pulse quickening with each movement you made. God, you were so perfect, so sweet, even in the face of Jackâs cruelty. And you deserved betterâbetter than Jack, better than anyone. He even knew he doeasn't deserve you, because for him, you were more than a human. His eyes each time saw you in angelic, heavenly way. As if God alone had sent you on earth to torment him for his sins, to make him suffer. You were so pure, and he so sinful.. so..dirty in all kind of sins. He didn't feel worthy enough to even be in your presence, yet he wanted it more than anything in the world
But if you'd give him only a chance, he'd be yours. Completely. Body and soul. Without exception
âIâll see you later, Annie,â you mumbled softly, flashing him one last smile before heading towards the door.
The sound of his nickname on your lips made his whole body tingle. He barely registered you leaving, too caught up in the way you'd looked at him, the way you'd spoken to him. The way you had given him your number. It was like a dream come true. His obsession had reached a fever pitchâhis heart ached for you - to have you, hold you, not let you go..
you were his, right?
at least had to be someday..
But then there was Jack. Jack, who, again, didnât deserve you. Jack, who treated you like dirt, who took you for granted. Jack, who yelled at you , who made your smile disappear. Jack, who Anakin hated more than anyone in the world.
Anakinâs grip tightened around his notebook, his knuckles white with the pressure. He couldnât let Jack get away with this. He couldnât let Jack continue to be a part of your life. It was his place in your life he took, it was his destiny and fate to be someone more than just 'a nerd who helped you out'.
But again, he hadn't done anything to stop him from treating you like this. When he could, when he really had a chance to make a difference. He simply didn't
what had he just done?
Today was the day it had to change So he had decided. He would follow you, keep his distance, and watch - like he always does. He would make sure Jack never had the chance to hurt you ever again.
With his mind set, Anakin quickly packed his things, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Today Jack Scottland would meet God.
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who killed your boyfriend;
Anakin took a deep breath as he started his car, his hands trembling with barely controlled rage. Every thought, every emotion, was singularâfocused on Jack. Jack had to go. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened, his breath coming out in shallow bursts. This was it. No turning back. Jack was the obstacle, the barrier between him and you. His mind wouldnât let him rest until Jack was out of the pictureâforever.
As he followed Jackâs car down the quiet road, he could feel his heartbeat quickening, pulsing in his ears. Jack, once more, didnât deserve you. He didnât deserve to breathe the same air as you. Anakinâs blood boiled as he replayed Jackâs words in his headâthe way he had spoken to you in the most controlling, cruel, disgusting way possible. He couldnât stand it any longer. If he didnât do something now, heâd explode.
When Jack pulled into an empty pullout far from your house, Anakinâs pulse raced from adrenaline. This was it. His moment. Now or never.
Anakin slowed his car and parked a few meters behind, eyes locked on Jackâs vehicle. His hands still shook as he opened the trunk, pulling out his baseball bat. The weight of it felt right, felt powerful. This wasnât a game anymoreâthis was war. War that he promised himself to win, to never loose, because his thropy is more than anything he could have in his life. it was you Adrenaline pumping through his blood system, perfectly mixing with the uncontrollable rage heâd been bottling up for too long.
Jack was sitting in his car, lazily scrolling through his phone, completely unaware. Anakinâs stomach twisted in disgust. He didnât care, didnât even realize how much of a monster he was. The sight of Jack sitting there, nonchalant, as if he hadnât just torn you apart with his words, made Anakin sick. He had to do this. He had to protect you.
Anakin approached, bat gripped tightly in his hand, tapping it lightly against the car window. The sharp sound snapped Jackâs attention.
âGet out,â Anakin hissed, his voice low and dangerous as if he was a completely diffrent person
Emotions, especially at a high intensity, impact our ability to make rational decisions - nature echoed amongst the pure hatred
âWhat?â Jackâs expression shifted from confusion to irritation as he slowly lowered the window.
âI said get the fuck out of the car.â
Jack sighed, clearly annoyed as he pushed open the car door, stepping out with a condescending sneer. âListen, man, I donât know what your probââ
The moment Jackâs foot hit the ground, Anakin swung. The bat connected with a sickening crunch against Jackâs side, sending him sprawling to the ground with a grunt of pain. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he gasped for air, clutching his ribs. Yet, Anakin didnât hesitate; he stepped closer, the fury burning brighter with each moment.
âYou think you can treat her like that and just get away with it?â Anakinâs voice was harsh, gritted through clenched teeth as he stood over Jack, eyes wild with fury.
Jack groaned, rolling onto his back, blood dribbling from his lips."What the hell are you talking about?"
anakin's jaw clenched "pathetic excuse of a man"
Before Jack could add anything, Anakin brought the bat down hard, aiming for his head. Jack rolled out of the way just in time, the bat slamming into the dirt beside him. The impact sent a jolt through Anakinâs arms, but he didnât stop. He swung again, but Jack was quicker this time, scrambling to his feet and grabbing hold of the bat, yanking it toward him.
For a brief moment, they struggled, locked in a vicious tug of war with the bat. Jack, stronger and bigger, managed to kick Anakin hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Anakin gasped, stumbling backward, but the rage inside him only intensified.
Jack seized the opportunity, landing a brutal punch to Anakinâs face, sending blood spraying from his nose. The taste of iron filled his mouth, but it didnât matter. He barely felt the pain. All he could think about was Jackâthe smug look on his face, the way he had spoken to you, belittled you.
Anakin roared, using the force of his rage to swing the bat hard against Jackâs face, smashing into his cheekbone with a sickening crack. Blood splattered across the side of the car as Jack crumpled to the ground, his face a mangled mess of blood and broken skin.
But Jack wasnât done yet. He spat blood from his busted lips, managing a weak chuckle âSo this is about her, huh? Youâre fucking pathetic, man. You think beating me up will make her love you? Youâre fucking psycho. Sheâll hate you more than she ever hated me.â
Anakinâs vision blurred with anger, anger, nothing but anger, everything going red. He swung the bat again, this time aiming for Jackâs chest. Jack barely managed to roll out of the way, but not fast enoughâAnakinâs bat clipped his shoulder with enough force to make the bones crack. Jack screamed, the sound piercing the night air, but Anakin didnât care.
Jack lunged at Anakin, tackling him to the ground, fists flying. The two of them grappled in the dirt, blood mixing with sweat as they traded blows. Jack landed a solid punch to Anakinâs jaw, sending him reeling. Blood dripped from both their faces, coating their clothes in crimson colour.
"fucking--" another hit to anakin's face "psycho--" he panted, but before he could aim another hit, anakin grabbed his wrist, rolling them over
After mucch hits, anakin twisted his body, managing to grab the bat again, using it as leverage to slam Jackâs head to the ground. Blood slipped everywhere, yet it wasn't enough. With shaky legs, Anakin stood up and grabbed a handful of jack's hair only to smack his face into the side of his own car. The crack of Jackâs skull against the car's doors made Anakin feel an intense surge of power, almost a twisted satisfaction. Jack groaned, as if it was the only sound that could leave his already shattered face
yet it wasn't enough
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who, with great care, made sure to get rid off any tools of the crime - he was awfully smart for that. It was almost weird..how a man who was his parent's contentment, now just killed a guy for a girl he was obsessed about..
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who had a special folder for the videos from the camera on your laptop, special folder for your photos he was obsessing about even after such a long time, he still collected new things
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was nervous (but tried to hide it) when police found Jack's body.
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was for you when you grieved over the death of your toxic ex and months later, his wildest dreams came true - he was dating you. Was free to worship you, admire you.
He was addicted to you even more after the first date. Because this time, it was him who made you smile so much your cheeks hurt. It was him who made you laugh till your stomach hurt. It was the only type of pain he let himself give you
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who felt extremely free in your presence. All his fantasies, all his dreams came true. He almost felt like on a cloud nine - so perfect, so light, so happy (despite of what he had done);
âGonna keep teasing me like this all the time?â he asked with a lazy grin, propped up on one elbow on the bed.
âIâm not teasing you,â you replied with playfulness âJust showing off my new dress.â
The dress, a deep shade of red, highlighted your curves and drew attention to your most elegant lines. It clung to your form in all the right places, making you look absolutely stunning.
His eyes wandered over you, taking in every detail. The way the dress accentuated your body left him breathless. You were beautiful in everything you wore, but this dressâthis was something extraordinary. âSo, you put this on just to make me feral? Because youâre definitely succeeding.â he chuckled, leaning up on his elbow.
âI just wanted to know if you like it,â your smirk deepening as you gracefully crawled onto his lap, like a cat curling up to its favorite spot.
âOh, I definitely like it,â his voice filled with admiration and a hint of playfulness. âBut itâs not just the color thatâs catching my attention.â His eyes roamed over your curves with unabashed appreciation once more.
âOh really?â you giggled, your laughter a sweet melody that seemed to enchant him further. Your smile was radiant, and the way you looked at him made his heart swell.
âMhm,â he responded, his own smile widening as he pulled you closer. His eyes continued their admiring journey âYouâre so, so gorgeous. Did you really think I wouldnât like it?â his fingers gently grazing the hem of your dress.
âI hoped youâd drool all over it, to be honestâ your smile playful and tender as you delicately removed his glasses and put them on yourself.
Anakinâs smile grew even wider. The sight of you wearing his glasses, combined with the way you sat on his lap, made him feel like the luckiest man alive. His joy was almost overwhelming. He could barely contain his excitement. âIâd drool over you in anything, you know that,â his voice filled with adoration and a hint of humor. His heart was soaring, knowing that this perfect moment, with you, was his reality. "Even in a potato sack"
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who had a deep need to observe you 24/7, at least in most of his free time. Because what if someone will hurt you? Or you'll hurt yourself and he'd not know, appear too late to help. So, he felt obligated to watch you
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who stole some of your panties when you weren't looking and kept them in his apartment, not daring himself to even think about putting them into a washing machine
Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was horribly obsessed with leaving marks all over your body;
âYouâre leaving me hickeys,â you whined, glancing at the mirror to see the fresh, juicy marks on your neck to collection
âCanât help it,â he replied with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist to connect his lips with your (this time) exposed shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites. The hickeys were more than just marksâthey were declarations of his love, signs that you were his and his alone. He wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him. And if people wouldn't see your marks, he wanted to make sure you would knew who you belong to. His lips moved to your ear, whispering the phrase that made you shiver âThough Iâd say my favorite is still the one on your ass.â
âYouâre such an asshole,â you flushed and headed back to the bed
He chuckled, settling beside you and immediately pulling you close. His arms wrapped around your frame and he nuzzled into your neck, planting more kisses, and adding to the huge collection of hickeys. âI think you should get it tattooed,â he suggested playfully, his lips brushing against your skin
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pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!padawan!reader
summary: Your master is horny and frustrated, he looks for release at a nasty gloryhole in coruscant⊠only to find out that that perfect pussy heâs fucking belongs to his padawan.
c/w: gloryhole, p in v, masturbation, power imbalance (very nasty idgf im sorry im horny)
discord - twitter: anakinsdove. -PART 2-
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Heâs frustrated, Anakin wonât hide it anymore, he even yelled at you this morning, but as soon as he saw your pretty eyes pout at him he regretted it, itâs not even your fault, youâre learning, heâs your master, heâs supposed to teach you, itâs just⊠you jumping around and swinging your lightsaber does something to him⊠and he knows it shouldnât.
It doesnât matter anymore, how hard and fast he fucks his fleshlight, how hard he grinds against his mattress trying to chase an unsatisfactory high that leaves him as soon as it arrives, the painful dry orgasms he craves and hates, how painfully hard he grips his cock, nothing is enough, not anymore, he craves something else.
someone else
Someoneâs pussy he knows he shouldnât even think about, but he wonders⊠he wonders if someday heâll be able to fuck it⊠how tight and wet you must feel around his cock⊠could you even take it? Could his sunshine of padawan handle him? Heâll be gentle, heâll be rough, heâll be anything you want him to be
Anakin sits on his bed late at night, however this is coruscant, theres always some sort of party going on somewhere, bars, loud noises and music, flashing lights, even nasty gloryholes, this planet is wild⊠the Jedi temple is luxurious and quiet on the surfaceâŠ. But in the lower levels of coruscant there are⊠some interesting things happening, but heâs a Jedi, he knows itâs not right, heâs not sure what part isnât right, but thereâs something that doesnât click.. maybe itâs the fact that paying for some services are just not what he wants, he wants your stupid creamy fucking pussy wrapped around his cock⊠what would you call him? Master? Anakin? And thereâs the other fact that itâs avoid being recognized with his Jedi robes and his lightsaber⊠he must go undercover if he wants to get what he wants.
As anakin prepares himself for an adventure he takes a peek of the empty hallways at the Jedi temple, everyone asleep, everyone doesnât have the same problem as him⊠itâs quiet and peaceful⊠he remembers that place, Obi wan and him tracked a criminal a few alleys away, the discrete yet inviting place hiding beneath the shadows⊠*is that?* *Donât even say it AnakinâŠ.* Obi wan said with an unamused expression⊠of course it fucking is.
And now his feet has finally led him hereâŠ.
The first thing her sees is lady.. well only her hands.. her face is covered by a piece of wood, completely anonymous⊠great, like this heâll just have to imagine itâs you⊠he hope it does the trick, he hands her some credits without saying much⊠then he takes a deep breathe *Focus Anakin⊠focus* he tells himself⊠but the loud slapping noises and moans keep distracting him, he feels some sort of sense of guilt, he knows heâs better than this, but again heâs not⊠and the last thing he thinks before opening that stained curtain is⊠Obi wan should never know this⊠Y/N should never know thisâŠ.
And finally he sees legs spread and in display⊠the wood creaks beneath his feet, the loud moans Turing of his brain, men acting like animals as they fuck a pussy, theyâre in heat, just like him⊠he even sees some men on their knees eating out some women⊠interesting⊠who said chivalry doesnât exist anymore?
He stops in front a pair of legs⊠all pretty and spread wide, inviting, a puffy clit that begs to be touched and rubbed nicely, fuck⊠those pretty legs look just like yours⊠just like yours⊠when you swirl around and he takes a small glance of that set of thighs under your skirtâŠ
But heâs nervous⊠the consent has been already given right? He doesnât have to talk to her or even know her name⊠it doesnât fucking matter because sheâs not you⊠he holds onto her thighs squeezing softly as the girl adjusts slightly feeling that sheâs about to have some company, and just as his touch arrived is gone again as they leave goosebumps, he unbuttons his pants slower that he shouldâve, he grasps his cock over his boxers and releases it giving himself a few strokes to get himself rock hard, fuck heâs about to get it⊠he needs it so so so so so fucking bad, he needs her, heâŠ
He rubs his cock against her clit, slapping his tip against it gently as he hears a small gasp behind⊠*cute* he thinks to himself⊠fuck it he deserves this.
He pushes himself all the way in
Grabbing onto her ankles and starting with a relentless peace, the girl cries out, he shouldâve given her some time to adjusts but he just couldnât control himself⊠he pushes his hips forward trying to get his dick as deep as possible as he throws his head back⊠âfucking- heâllâŠâ he hopes heâs not fucking a virgin but this girl feels like one, she feels the way you wouldâve feel wrapped around him, youâre so⊠youâre completely devoted to him, your life is Jedi training with your master anakin, missions with Anakin, free time with Anakin⊠youâre his, youâre his youâre his and only his⊠then why is he fucking this random girl? Why wonât you love him the way he loves you so he could be fucking you instead⊠this infuriates him as he pistons her harder⊠faster, his fingers digging into her skin leaving marks, he doesnât know if itâs allowed or not.
He huffs and growls trying to control his anger⊠sweet moans filling his ears and emptying his thoughts⊠fuck she sounds just like you
He feels a deep connection to this girl heâs fucking, the force, something? Or itâs just her tight pussy? Gummy walls massaging him so fucking nice, his balls pounding agains her cute asshole, he chuckles as he watches her hips struggle against the hardwood, struggling to stay still, he licks his fingers and starts massaging her puffy clit, rubbing nice and slow⊠nice and slow, contrasting with his brutal pace
Y/n, Y/n, Y/n⊠One day heâs going to take youâŠ. One fucking dayâŠ
A bead of sweat falls from his forehead, he ignores the noisy looks from people as they see the young hot man fucking the young hot woman like an animal, his hips move expertly against yours, he knows what heâs doing and it shows, and thereâs not much to do than to trust roughly to fuck his frustration out, he loves this, the feeling but he wants more, a deeper connection, to look into your eyes as he fucks you, your nails digging in his back as he fucks you so hard it hurtsâŠ
He pushes herself deeper as the girl cries out because his tip is kissing her cervix a painful kiss.
This girl is wet⊠and sheâs getting wetter every seconds, he feels the little splashes her pussy is making against his thighs⊠cute.. sheâs squirting, anakin rubs her clit faster, you would arch your back right now wouldnât you? If it were you obviously⊠he sees the girls hips raise a little and he knows sheâs arching, her pretty feet shake over his shoulders as he keeps pounding her
His hips falteres as he nears his release, cock twitching and pulsating nice inside her velvety pussy
âKeep going!â
Shit, her voice even sounds like yours and he knows heâs imagining it because heâs whipped but this only enhances his experience⊠heâs breathing heavily, heâs panting as he tries to keeps some noises from escaping but they do.. and finally he cums⊠she squirts and itâs all fireworks and aftershocks, spasms and pure pleasure, his legs wobble, he put on quite a showâŠ.
He pants and pants until his breathing finally even, he feels at peace, what every orgasm should be like, not like those painful and dry ones he gives himself, he sees his cum dripping from the girls pussy, fuck, he didnât even pull out⊠his head is pounding and he holds the girls thighs tighter⊠he feels⊠he feels a connectionâŠ. A big one⊠a deep one⊠a nice one⊠he buttons up his pants and gets on his knees, like an spell has been casted on him, he spread her legs even wider and dives in, he moans at the taste as he gives her a long lick, his lips instantly wrapping around her clit⊠he licks his cum out of her, heâs possessed, eyes rolling back into his head as he feels the girls fingers tangling on his hairâŠ. Cute little whines can be heard, heâs obviously overstimulating her but⊠he doesnât care, he doesnât care, he doesnât care, he doesnât care.
He forced his eyes to open and he looks up and sees her fingers now resting over her stomach
And he sees the delicate bracelet around her wristâŠ.
One that he happens to share with you
His eyes widen as he stands up immediately
âY/nâ he says loud enough for you to hear as his words get drowned into the loud sex noisesâŠ. The humid air and the smell of sex are prominent.
âIm sorry masterâ you say apologetic with that little voice of yours, one that indicates that you know you did something wrong but youâre not sorry for it
Now everything makes sense, he told you about this place a few months ago when Obi wan and him found it⊠the urge the intense craving and the way his legs lead him here, the connection that he felt to this person⊠why he was drawer to this pretty set of thighs.
It was all you, you lead him here, taking advantage of your connection through the forceâŠ
And he fucking loves it
He dives back in savoring your pussy, biting your button delicate and tongue fucking your hole as he tastes himself, his tongue exploring your folds⊠your fingers tangle around his locks as you cry out again, your legs close around his head and your back arches⊠perfect perfect, so fucking perfect.
He feels your back arch again and your moans get louder
Youâre so close⊠so so close.
And heâs going to drag you to the edge
And heâs going to make you cum again
Your master Anakin Skywalker is devouring you like a mad man
And itâs okay
âMaster master!â You cry out
An hour later you come out of the place as Anakin waits for you in a dark alley, he sees your with your coat and your wobbly legs⊠the walk back home is quiet, too quiet⊠no words exchanged, the aura is heavy yet not uncomfortable.. he leads you inside the Jedi temple and you walk to his quarters⊠a punishment, not in a sexual way, a lecture⊠something awaits⊠he pushes you inside and the door locksâŠ.
Your heels echoe in the darkness as his arms wrap around your torso⊠and you breathe in relief.
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Say My Name and Everything Just Stops
Pairing: Anakin x Reader
Summary: A short little piece about Anakin being totally enamored with you as you get dressed up for a ball
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: This is something thatâs been sitting in my drafts forever always figuring Iâd work it into a story at some point but I think it stands on its own well but let me know what yâall think! I absolutely love hearing from you!!!!
 A small chuckle fell from his lips at the look on your face, the way your eyebrows scrunched in concern, the way your heel danced in the air slightly as you pushed your weight forward to your toes.
âHereâ he whispered to you, choosing to ignore the fact that he leaned in closer than necessary to do so, offering you his arm.
You sent him a small, grateful smile that had him fighting his own from growing even wider, before carefully placing your hand into the crook of his elbow.
It was a featherlight touch, one he might not have even noticed given the right circumstances, but you looking like that in that dress, staring up at him through your lashes, a pink tint in your cheeks from the embarrassment, that featherlight touch was all he could think of.
He worked to descend the stairs slowly, eyes never peeling from your form as you tired to hold your head high, to exude confidence, he was sure you had every eye in the building on you.
Then suddenly your heel snagged on the carpet unexpectedly, a small shift of your weight in his direction as you quickly corrected it, then that featherlight touch changed to you fully gripping his bicep.
And if he had thought that featherlight touch was distraction it was nothing compared to the electricity that ran through his arm from this new one.
You didnât even acknowledge him as it happened, leaning into him for stability for a brief moment, subtle enough there was no way anyone had even noticed, but still Anakin reached up and patted your hand in a wordless question. You squeezed his arm back in response.
Finally, the two of you reached the ground floor, the stable ground putting even more confidence into you as your grip on his arm loosened, loosened but never fully let up, a fact that had Anakin grinning down at his shoes.
All too soon there was a swarm of people, the senator herself coming in to make introductions and Anakin held out his hand to each person without even listening to their name, his mind unable to stray far from the hand on his arm and the stunning woman that accompanied it.
And he tried not to resent the senator pulling you away for a hug for her welcome, but with the way your hand finally left his bicep, your fingers softly dragging down to his elbow then forearm as you were pulled away, the trail of sparks that were sent shooting beneath his skin at the small contact, the coldness of the area once you had finally vacated it, he found it incredibly hard not to.
Politely he forced himself through his own hello, a shake of her hand, a small peck on the cheek, a thank you for inviting him, and finally he was back in his own bubble of personal space, wishing that only one person in particular would invade it.
He held his hands clasped together in front of him and tried not to think about the way he pushed his elbows away from his torso, practically begging you to loop your arm through his again. He really tried not to think of the way you seemingly never took notice of that.
Suddenly it was just the two of you again, the welcome party slowly retreating with promises to catch up soon, and the two of you were staring at the dance floor.
And watching the way your eyes would sparkle looking at the other womenâs twirling dresses, the small smile that graced your lips as you swayed slightly to the music, Anakin was physically pushing down the desire to ask you to dance.
You whirled back on him so suddenly Anakin barely had time to avert his gaze before you were looking back at him, that same small smile that didnât really tell Anakin if you had caught him staring or not.
But then there was that grip on his arm again, this time higher, just below his shoulder, a soft squeeze that immediately had all of his attention, not that you didnât already have it.
âIâm going to go get a drinkâ
And he was so enamored by that damn hand on his arm that he didnât even have time to think about offering to get it himself, barely catching up to what had just happened by the time your hand was slipping away from him.
You hadnât even made it to the bar before a hand was extended in your direction, an offer to dance, a grin on your lips as you accepted placing your hand in his as he led you to the dance floor.
And Anakin tried to focus on how happy you seemed, how eager you were to get to dance, how you grinned as you made polite conversation.
Instead, all he could focus on was the strangerâs hand sitting low on the small of your back, the way he stood way too close as the two of you swayed, the soft pink your cheeks turned at whatever he had whispered into your ear.
He was across the dance floor without a second thought.
Neither of you noticed his approach, the man tensing slightly at the tap on his shoulder, giving him a curt âdo you mindâ as he gestured to you.
âWe just-â he started before seeming to connect the dots, his eyes flicking between you and Anakin quickly as his brows rose slightly âIâm sorry I didnât know it was like thatâ
âItâs notâ your confused voice spoke as he finally backed away from you, finally dropped his arms from around you letting Anakin breathe a little easier.
âWell now you doâ Anakin offered quickly, giving the man little more time to ask questions before stepping up to take his place, hands going to your hips pulling you into him as he started to sway, the stranger melting into the background immediately in his mind.
Your brow remained furrowed though, eyes bouncing between Anakin and the stranger behind him as your arms nonetheless snaked around his neck, matching your movements to his much to Anakinâs relief.
Suddenly he felt a soft thump on the back of his head as you flicked him, pulling his eyes down to yours in surprise. âWhat?â
âDonât what meâ you shook your head up at him, unable to keep a hint of amusement from your tone âwhat was that?â
âI was saving youâ he shrugged, his eyes going up to gaze around the room.
âOh really?â You challenged him with raised brows âsaving me from-â
âfrom a dreadfully boring evening on the arm of that guyâ he finished your sentence with a hint of a smug grin on his face as he looked down at you only making you roll your eyes.
âSure Aniâ you chuckled softly, shaking your head âyou know if you wanted to dance all you had to do was askâ
He felt his cheeks heat up at your comment, dipping his head slightly lower ânow whereâs the fun in thatâ
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Another You (1)
an anakin skywalker/jedi consular!reader fic set during the clone wars
the pitch: best friends with anakin since he had joined the jedi order, you hadnât expected to catch feelings for him, not that hard, at least. his intentions were clear â his heart already enraptured by the nubian senator, leaving you to ruminate about the prospect of letting go of not just him, but maybe everything. until another anakin shows up, and your â your universeâs anakin starts behaving strangely.
A/N: this is a gift for my padawan, @kaizsche! happy birthday, kai! i hope you enjoy this fic! i return from an unexpectedly long hiatus with a three-part fic and i hope that all my other readers enjoy this short-fic too! a note to all readers â thereâs no y/n here, the readerâs nickname for the fic is sky. thatâs all from my end! happy reading!
part one â and you are?
word count: 3, 380
part one (here) | two | ....
As a Consular, you were trained to study the deepest abyss of the Living and the shrouded myths of the Cosmic. Albeit well-trained with a lightsaber, being a Jedi meant forsaking weapons for words. Diplomacy over bloodshed. Knowledge, insights, and lessons instead of learning the different ways of besting war-mongering droids and bureaucrats.
You look back at the looming hallways of the Temple, letting out a sigh as you turn around to watch the warships meander above the setting skies through the windows. The sun used to shine brighter, you think, but perhaps itâs the shadows that donât let the light reach the galaxy anymore.
A Nubian ship soars between where the indigo darkens the pale orange in the sky and another wave of longing and sorrow digs deeper into your heart.
It had been almost a standard week since the Five Hundred and First Legion had arrived for their monthly rotation to protect Coruscant.
âLetâs hope we make it a week and not get called back to bust some Seppies since the 501st seems to be the only competent one to get some wins.â
You couldnât stop the smile that had tugged at your lips.
âDonât let Obi-Wan hear you say that.â
A deep rumble of laughter had echoed through Anakinâs chest and heâd pulled you into his embrace. It hadnât taken a Force-sensitive to sense the happiness spread through your body, or that the same happiness had made him glow in the sea of shadows drowning the Force. He smelled just like he always did â fuel, probably the one from Malastare, since the scent always tingled your skin, and kyber, his bond with the second crystal coursing through his year-old arm. The spark of the Force, you called it, the crystal accepting the machine as a part of him.
But there was something more. You stiffened, the soft, sweet scent making you sneeze, making you draw back andâ
âSince when in the name of Maker did you start wearing nlorna fruit-scented perfume?â
His cheekbones immediately stained red, shock dripping from every inch of his face until the charm and delight took over for the damage control.
âSome reporter tried to get up too close while I was on my way to the Temple.â
You laughed it off, knowing very well the Chancellor had banned journalists to enter the Temple after an incident involving three women, two men, and a food fight in the barracks had ended with Commander Cody coming off with a sprained neck and handing nearly half of the 212th two daysâ worth of time of cleaning the trooper barracks on Coruscant. There were admirers of General Kenobi and on the other hand, well, admirers even Kenobi couldnât negotiate with.
Obviously, it wouldnât take an idiot to know. Anakin had always confided everything to you. Heâd considered you as the best of his friends â the point which had exactly been the problem for the past two years. But you knew he was keeping something. You knew it, and the realization of it had cracked through whatever strength you always mustered whenever he smiled at you with those blue eyes â always so tired. Ones that had come to no one else to you for caf, for stories about your mind-blowing inventions, always teasing you about the time you had created such a fluffy pillow for Master Yodaâs backaches that it had taken him the collective efforts of the Council to wake him up from his slumber. You had never known what had happened in Master Yodaâs chambers, but the Council had learned not to disturb the centuries-old master from his sleep ever since then.
Anakin would continue on and on, narrating the tales of his adventures across the galaxy, while you kept on wondering when heâd slip like he usually did and confirm your worst fears.
But you never got the chance. The war grew on, spreading its tentacles to the corners of the Outer Rim to the point where the once full hallways of the Temple had never been so desolate, so hollow and abandoned. Every attempt of studying the Force your meditation had ended up just easing the mighty power as it writhed under the screams of terror, of the losses of life and the constant blasts and booms of missiles and bombs.
Just when you wished for some peace in the Temple, word had spread of spies in the Senate. You had joined Anakin and Obi-Wan to watch another one of the Senateâs heated sessions. The Chancellorâs bony fingers extended across the air, his steel voice commanding Senator Orn Free-Taa to shut down his baseless arguing against Senator Organa. But the senator from Ryloth simply refused to back down, until another pod smoothly drifted to join the three, the air ringing with the determination and tranquility brought forth by none other than PadmĂ© Amidala.
The bond between you and Anakin flared up, something so bright and looming, such beauty and danger filling your soul till it vanished with a spark. You looked at Anakin, who had been clapping with the surrounding senators, his radiant smile only and only for no one but the occupant of the Nubian pod.
For so long, you had wondered who it was heâd found, had been so desperate for an opportunity to see, maybe echo some made-up protest or remark thatâd dull his interest and make him come back to you no matter how selfish it sounded. But it was hard for you to ignore the goodness in PadmĂ©âs heart, her resilience easing the Force in a way you never could, no matter how much time you spent studying it, meditating to repair its cracks and tear apart the veins of darkness shrouding its light.
Anakin Skywalker had fallen in love, and it wasnât you. It was someone else and you⊠you were simply too late.
You let out a sigh, watching the Nubian ship disappear between the tall skyscrapers of the ecumenopolis. The scrolls on your table rustle for your attention, and you heavy-heartedly oblige, going back to once again analyze another countermeasure against the Separatists, who were now rumored to have created some sort of machine that could decimate entire civilizations â a planet-killer, the informant had said, before being poisoned to death.
You set down the scrolls with a heavy thump. Ever since PadmĂ©, Anakin hardly ever came to visit. Ever since this stupid rumor of the Separatistsâ planet-killer, the governing body of the entire galaxy looked up to you for solutions, for answers. They had offered you a chunk of kyber crystal retrieved from Ilum stolen by the Separatists and then recovered by Master Yoda himself. They demanded a weapon, sharply silencing your idea of diplomacy.
You wished for Anakin to maybe visit you, to just⊠just forget the karking war for five freaking minutes and let his childhood lullabies lull you to a restful slumber. Instead, you were drilling your gaze on the kyber crystal covering under a massive rug, the strength of the Force humming within a wonder for your meditation, the crystalâs deathly blue glow the bane of your sleep.
But that was the point. Maybe just forget the war. It did seem never-ending; one day the Republic won, the Separatists in the other. There was simply no end in sight. The number of lives to save was steeply increasing, missing civilians and dead soldiers bruising the Republicâs morale. Your master had been one of the unfortunate Jedi to pass into the Cosmic Force on Geonosis. Some of the padawans you had formed friendships with were now soldiers scattered across the galaxy. The Council was too busy arguing about matters behind closed doors, matters in half of which you were indirectly involved in. Anakin was away most of the time, the Hero With No Fear too busy to worry about his best friend who had so foolishly violated her morals and had fallen in love with him.
Isnât that what you had exactly trained yourself to avoid?
âItâll pass.â
You scoff at your Masterâs words ringing in your head. The anger simmering in your bones builds up to a crescendo, and makes its presence known with the shatter of your sensor arrays on the opposite wall. Glass shards litter your laboratory, blood trickling down the lines of your palms, your exhausted tears joining the red dripping on the floor.
A soft twang bends the air in the room and echoes through the Force. The hair on the back of the neck rises sharply, and you watch the kyber in bewilderment. The deathly blue behind the rug hums stronger. Your equipment breathes to life, and your teary eyes squint in confusion, rushing toward the kyber as an invisible force possesses your machinery to run diagnostics on its own.
The deathly blue turns as bright as the Coruscanti sun shining at the Core, lighting up the edges of the galaxy with a power rivaling the one you and so many others before you control. You shield your eyes, stumbling over boxes and books detailing advancements of the past. Your equipment spits electric sparks, and you cower behind your arms.
âStop itâSTOP!â
The glow dies, the light in your laboratory returning to just as it was before. You launch into a fit of coughs, waving your hands to disperse the smoke filling the lab. You tune your senses and reach out into the Force.
The wave of a horrifying scream slams into you, knocking you off your feet. You summon the Force again, hoping the mystical power can help you steady yourself. But you freefall toward the table of sharp-edged screws and bolts until youâre pulled forward headlong towards a figure.
You regain your balance, fingernails digging into a smooth fabric covering a rock-hard chest. A tendril of warmth and concern wraps around your Force signature, and you look up at your savior.
âAnakin!â
You wrap your arms around his neck, breathing him in, all of himâ wait, was that cabbage and banthaweed? Oh, who in the maker gave a shit â was he alright? Was heâ
Your train of thought crashed to a halt as you draw back, gazing at Anakin before you. Your heart rate accelerates to a speed you canât bring yourself to control, and you pray to the Maker he doesnât hear it.
Heâd done something to his hair. It was longer now, falling just below his shoulder and partly tied back, streaks of light brown and grey near his temples. Loose shirts and trousers and softer tones of beige and brown had replaced his dark, billowing robes. Most of all, youâre aware of his stormy blue eyes roving over you, wide-eyed in absolute shock.
âHi.â
Thereâs a strange breath in the greeting that escapes him, one that makes you gulp; his throat visibly bobs as he clenches his jaw. The movement makes you realize there are two feet between you and him. Two feet away from the thunderous storm that is always Anakin Skywalker.
To your surprise, thereâs no storm raging before you, nothing but a serene sun shining bright, its warm tranquillity reminding you of the one time you and Anakin had snuck off-world to Naboo as padawans. Heâd promised the summers there at the time were delightful, and true to his words, they really were.
You reach out, intertwining your fingers with his, and meet flesh instead of cold metal.
You yelp, harshly flinching backwards. Anakinâs eyebrows shoot up in concern and he raises both his hands in an attempt to placate you. Youâre horrified as you see his right arm, no longer a prosthetic but actual flesh.
âSky!â
A sharp voice rings through the dimly-lit hallways, footsteps running their way towards you, and Anakin Skywalker skids to a stop at the threshold of your laboratory.
âSky, are youââ
He halts his question mid-way, acknowledging the presence of the man standing right beside you.
Thereâs a moment of silence that passes between the two stunned men, before the Jedi-clad Anakin ignites his lightsaber, pointing the laser tip toward his long-haired double.
âSky, get behind me.â
âWhaââ You whirl toward him with an indignant expression and your hands on your hips. âDo you think Iâm incapable of defending myself?â
âNo, I donâtââ
âOn the contrary,â the long-haired Anakin speaks, his voice mellifluous and silvery, âI think not.â
You and Anakin pause in beginning another one of your bickering sessions, Anakinâs lightsaber still leveled against his double.
âWho in the hell are you?â
âAnakin Skywalker?â the long-haired Anakin answers again in the same tone, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. âAnd you must beâŠâ
âAnakin Skywalker,â says your Anakin, the height of his lightsaber inching slowly to the ground, utterly confused.
Shit.
âWell, this is interesting.â
The three of you swerve toward Obi-Wan standing in the doorway, arms crossed as he strokes his beard while Codyâs eyes are going to pop right off of his skull, witnessing one Anakin standing on each of your sides. Captain Rex, on the other hand, just aged a standard decade more with the lines appearing on his forehead.
âStand down, Anakin. Thereâs no need for⊠that,â Obi-Wan ends rather admonishingly, though stunningly failing, still roiling from his possible lack of sleep â or the shock of seeing a copy of his former padawan.
Anakinâs lightsaber retracts into its hilt, and Obi-Wan turns to you.
âConsular Sky.â
Double shit.
âAre you alright?â
Oh, thank MakerââYes, Master Kenobi,â you nod fervently, not knowing whether youâre doing a good job of convincing Obi-Wan or yourself. âIâm completely fine, all thanks to Anakin.â
âItâs no problem, Sky.â
âYouâre welcome.â
Anakin shoots a glare at, well, the long-haired Anakin, who shrugs with a relaxed raise of his eyebrows.
Obi-Wan looks like heâs about to faint right then and there, but the negotiator that heâs always been, he schools his expression just in time before anyone else can comment on it.
âCould you tell us what happened here, Sky?â
You look around your laboratory, trying to find an answer to the same question evidently ringing loud in everyone elseâs minds.
Something along the lines of your nighttime reading pops up in your mind, and you cringe inwardly.
Double shit.
Obi-Wanâs expression settles into the one heâs always worn whenever heâs attending another one of the Councilâs meetings.
Triple shit.
âWell, I donât think I need to tell you where weâre going next, are we?â
âWhich is the point hereââ
The roomâs attention turns back to the long-haired Anakin, eyes twinkling bright with the same softness as the time of his appearance.
âWhere exactly are we going?â
Maker, he had to ask.
âFrom another universe, this version of Skywalker is?â
You grit your teeth and find the courage to nod.
Master Yoda grips his cane even tighter. Honestly, you really want to pity the old master, but Master Windu sits right next to him, clearly grouchy at being disturbed from the sleep he probably got after weeks and weeks of leading attack and rescue campaigns.
âHow is this even possible?â Master Koonâs voice rumbles through his mask, sharp and alert despite the drowsiness emanating from a majority of the Jedi Council.
âWell, Master Koon, thereâs the multiverse theory,â you speak, voice slightly quivering. âItâs clear our universe isnât the only one that exists. There are thousands of worlds out there with billions and trillions of lifeforms. But theyâre distantly separated from ours, just like all others. For all we know, they might have their own laws of physics, their own collections of stars and galaxies â that is, if stars and galaxies can exist in those universes,â you stop a nervous hiccup and continue. ââand maybe even their own intelligent civilizations.â
âIs this true, then?â Master Windu leans forward with his signature soul-scanning glare. âAre you truly from another universe? Or just another shapeshifter?â
All other Council members swerve their heads toward the long-haired Anakin standing on your right.
âI assure you, Master Windu,â the other Anakin shrugs lightly. âI am not from here. Iââ
He takes a second to look around, his gaze turning distant.
âI will admit I have been here before, in the Temple, though this one does look incredibly different from the one I was raised and trained in.â
Several pairs of eyebrows shoot up in surprise, even Anakinâs, who stands just in the corner behind where Obi-Wan has himself perched on another one of the Council chairs.
Master Windu recovers from his internal heart attack and focuses his line of sight on you.
âHow did this happen?â
âHonestly, even Iâm not sure, Master Windu,â you admit. âI did nothing of any sort to the crystal, it just started to glow, and the next thing I knowââ
âIâm here,â the other Anakin finishes, eyes twinkling in some sort of amused annoyance.
Master Yoda taps his cane, and the Councilâs incoming deliberations surrender to silence.
âWill of the Force, it seems, that this Skywalker has been sent here. Aid us, harm us, know that, I do not.â
He flutters his eyes close for a brief second, tendrils of his power hesitantly coiling around you and the other â long-haired â Anakin before refocusing them on you.
âConsularââ you stiffen as Master Yoda blurts out your name. ââfind a way to send this Skywalker to his home, your task it is. Help you, our Skywalker will. Lead Captain Rex and the Five-Oh-First, Master Kenobi willââ
Behind Obi-Wan, Anakin steps forward to protest.
ââTemporarily, till resolved, the situation is.â
Anakin stops to stand on your left, the slight touch from his elbow a sign of comfort and reassurance.
âImportant I feel, it is, to send this Skywalker home. Stay longer, he must not. At war, we already are. Already upon us, the shadows of the Sith are.â
The long-haired Anakinâs eyebrows raise.
You sigh inwardly. Iâll explain it to you later.
He relaxes, and you turn toward your Anakin, who gazes at his counterpart with a strange mixture of suspicion and something along the lines of annoyance.
âSend him home quickly, you must, Consular,â Master Yoda speaks with an inspired urgency. âTerrible it will be, I sense if the Sith find him. Not just for Jedi, but for the Galaxy, also.â
Your Anakin moves closer, his fingertips brushing yours, a tingling sensation itching yours to touch his.
You focus your gaze on the masters before you and bow down with both Anakins, nodding towards Yoda and Windu.
âMaster Kenobi will show our guest to his new quarters.â
Obi-Wan seems relieved at finally being allowed to stretch his legs as he strides over to the long-haired Anakin.
âCome along,â the master pauses before smiling in his wise and incredibly tired ways. âAnakin.â
The other Anakin offers a cordial nod and turns to you.
âI suppose Iâll be seeing you later.â
He poses it as a question of sorts. You donât take time to dissect his intentions, having no energy to do so with the dayâs certainly turbulent events and give him a nod.
âThank you.â
Your eyes slightly twitch in alertness as he offers you a bright, albeit tired smile. Before you can respond or react, heâs already followed Obi-Wan to his quarters, having long disappeared around the nearby corner.
âSky?â
Your Anakin puts his hand â the metal hand â on your shoulder.
You can practically feel the gears of his joints creaking to ensure his touch stays gentle, despite knowing very well he could easily crush your lung right now with the frustration nagging at his veins.
âItâs nothing, Anakin,â you answer before he can voice his worries out loud. âIâll be fineâwe better get some sleep, lots of work to do.â
Anakin nods, letting go of you with a soft smile. With a sweep of his robes, he walks out of the Council chambers.
You finally let out the breath youâd been holding; the image of both of their smiles filling your vision much clearer than they were supposed to.
Quadruple shit.
to be continued...
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 pairing. anakin skywalker x f!readerÂ
synopsis. anakin finds loopholes in the jedi code.
warnings. 18+. this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if youâre a minor. do not copy my shit, iâll find out. cock warming, p in v penetration but no movement. whimper-y anakin, if you move i'll leave the jedi order type beat. Â
an. just a little something i wrote for the kinktober i never did. I thought i'd post instead of letting it collect dust in my drafts. the prompt was cockwarming! hope i did anakin justice<3 pls comment & reblog.
You find him at the window.
Sitting, with his thighs open and chest bare, staring out into the abyss. The night glints at the beads of sweat sliding down his chest, and his fingers drum endlessly against his thighs.
He heard you wake up, so heâs expecting your company, and has leaned back against the chair â thin black gown falling open â ready for you to climb all over him.
It happens often.
Itâs not uncommon to wake up without him.
Most nights, you startle out of your slumber â as if even asleep, youâd sensed a shift â and blink at the space on the mattress beside you.
Finding him was easy.
You pad through the living room and wordlessly reach him in his post-nightmare state. His hair is tousled, sculpted chest is slick with sweat -- thereâs an energy vibrating off of him, and you can taste it in the air.
Stepping behind him, you gently run the tips of your fingers over his shoulders, and the whirlpool in Anakinâs belly settles for a second. When you move into frame, itâs gone completely, replaced by a warm heat that has roots. He breathes a smile.
âLike clockwork.â
You give him a sheepish grin in return and fiddle with the fabric of your small nightgown. Thereâs a moment where Anakin gets to look at you â all sleepy and cuddly â and heâs ready to escape with you off of this forsaken planet.
His will holds strong.
âAre you waiting for an invitation?â he asks, raising a scarred brow, and despite your groggy state, you still manage to roll your eyes. Stepping closer, you use his broad shoulders as anchors to slip onto his lap.
âDonât make that face,â Anakin hushes, and while you settle back onto his thighs, his metal hand comes up. He traces the line of your jaw, âYou know I let you do what you want.â
His spare hand steadies your hips, and itâs still warm from his lightsaber. Calloused fingers run over your skin, reminding you of the fight thatâs leaving scars â the war thatâs brewing, both inside and outside of his mind.
In moments like this, though, thereâs a subtle calm.
An impenetrable force that hums over the pair of you.
You lean into his palm and whisper, âNot everything.â
Thereâs a haunted edge to your gaze, and your words are loaded. Anakin knows what you mean, knows all the intricacies of your subtle dig, and yet, he still manages to smile.
Well, smirk.
âWhat do you want? Just say the word.â
You wouldnât, and Anakin knows that. Heâs caught your bluff, and you manage a bashful smile before gently leaning forward, dragging your hips against his lap. Â
Anakinâs cloth-covered thigh nestles against the thin fabric of your underwear. Your smile falters, lips parting. You push your forehead against his, and whisper, âIf I say the words, Iâll never forgive myself.â
âI know,â he breathes, âI know.â
I want more.
A life together, not stolen moments when the sun is down.
An attachment. A bond.
But itâs forbidden.
Itâs why it canât go any further than this.
âWhatâd you dream about?â you wonder. Anakin pulls his eyes away from you, instead looking to where his thigh sits. The silence is your answer.
âIâll still ask, even if you never tell.â
He takes hold of your bare thighs, rubbing his hands up and down, and you hum his name, reaching out to push his hair behind his ears.
âPretty boy.â
âStop it,â he huffs, cheeks reddening.
But how can you? When heâs all sharp lines and long hair. You run your hands up the bare panes of his muscular chest, feeling the deft of his muscles, and the dampness on his skin.
The air changes â hums electric â and it buzzes as you push his gown off his shoulders.
Carefully, you lean forward and place a chaste kiss against his collarbone.
âThatâs better.â
Anakin hums a laugh. His hands snake around to your lower back, dig into the fat of your ass, and using the grip there, he gently rocks you forward once, forcing your clothed cunt to drag against his muscular thigh.
You whimper. Itâs quiet, but Anakin can hear it, even if itâs muffled by his shoulder.
ââ Sâwhat you came out here for, huh?â he whispers. The electric flooding through the walls hums, but the room is still eerily silent. Anakinâs voice is a roar.
You lick your lips and drag your face up to see him. âNo,â you whisper, pressing a soft kiss against his top lip, âI like being with you, even if we donât do this.â
Anakin has to close his eyes. Words like those are fuel to the fire brimming in his chest, and it doesnât help that you wrap your arms around his neck and fiddle with the tail end of his hair.
Arching your back, you slowly roll backwards, then forward, teasing the bulge between his legs.
Releasing a shaky breath, you repeat the motion, again, and again, near humping his leg. Â
A familiar ache begins to swell, coiling between your thighs and up into your belly. It makes you clench around nothing, and you mewl quietly, wishing for more â always wishing for more.
Still, you continue, slick pooling into your underwear and against his thigh.
Anakin canât look at you. If he sees your face, his resolve will falter.
His nerves are shot. If he couldnât feel how wet you are, he could smell it, and it makes a groan bristle behind his teeth.
He buries his head into the crook of your neck and busies himself with kissing at the soft shell of your throat, careful not to leave marks.
Once, you left a mouth-shaped mark against his stomach, and he looked at it every day for a week.
Caught himself with his top up in the mirror looking at the reflection, eyeing the way the mark sat on the firm lines of muscle, fading away with time.
A dark part of him wanted the mark on the slope of his neck.
âWanna be inside of you.â
His admission rests heavily against your throat, and youâre thankful that he canât see the way you clench your eyes closed.
Though, he does feel you tighten your grip on the back of his head. Feels you shift up against his thigh, and the warmth pooling in your underwear burns against him. Â
He can sense youâre hesitant.
ââ can be like last time. Just â Just --â he stutters, licking his lips and struggling to release the words from the back of his throat. Finally, he manages. â--Sit on it.â
âAnakin.â
He pulls away from your neck and looks up at you.
âWe can use it as an exercise.â
A laugh bursts from your throat, âTo test your will?â
He smiles, and because you have to, you push your cunt against his crotch, uttering, âWant me to make It difficult for you?â and white flashes through Anakinâs eyes.
He grabs your hips to steady you, tensely pushing his fingers into your skin.
âHardest challenge Iâll ever encounter.â
âYou eager to impress?â
He kisses your jaw, âDonât I always?â
âMm,â you hum, cradling his chin. You shift back so he can pull his trousers down, and when you take his cock in your hand, he melts. His commanding aura switches for a moment, and you watch Anakin still his breathing.
You push your underwear to the side, and as you lift yourself to sink onto him, Anakin breathes, âJust the tip â just a little bit, j-justââ and he chokes on his words, gasping as you brush the leaking head of his cock through your folds.
You halt. Whimper. Have to grip his shoulder to steady yourself, or youâll push him inside of you all at once and hurt yourself.
You inhale steadily.
âHave to â have to go slow,â you spurt, trying to calm your tremors. Â
âItâs been a while sinceâŠâ
You donât have to finish your sentence. Anakin knows, and he feels a mix of pride and guilt. Only me, he thinks, and then, like a flash, only me, he swallows. And I canât give her everything.
This. This is as far as itâll go. He knows heâs pushing it. Knows that heâs come up with some convoluted rule to both have his cake and eat it too.
If he fucks you the way he wants to, heâll fall in love with you. As if it hasnât happened already.
Anakin has made lying to himself a speciality.
You push against him once more, and the tip of his cock nudges between your folds, forcing an ache to shoot through your clit and make you dizzy. You stop. Pause and curse yourself.
A slow burn builds in your thighs, and you clench down to try and mediate the burn. Anakin grunts.
âMaker,â he utters. âSorryââ you splutter, sucking in a tight breath.
Anakin wraps his metal arm around the back of your hips, hoping to steady you. âLemme,â he mumbles, and gently, he flexes his hips up, slowly feeding his cock into your soaked pussy. Â
Your lower abdomen immediately burns. Â
Heâs being calm about it â using all his training â but thereâs nothing calm about the words trickling out of his mouth.
âOh stars,â he groans, voice wrecked, âYou gonna take all of me, sweet girl? Gonna let me fill you up?â
When you finally sink to the hilt, your resolve snaps. The pair of you moan out in unison, loud and high-pitched.
Anakin buries his face in your chest, and the heat of his mouth against your breasts adds to the tension coiling in your belly.
âDonât â donât move,â he grunts, and you shake your head, âI wonât â Iâll come on your cock if I do,â and you donât mean to say it like that, donât mean for the words to come out like that, but you feel Anakin pulse from inside of you, warm and hard and wet.
He manages to laugh.
âTryna kill me,â he shakily breathes, shaking his head. His wet lips brush against your breasts, and you want more â want all that he can give you â so you clutch the back of his head, pulling him closer, hoping he gets the message.
His wet kisses make your skin prickle.
Youâre full up. Can feel him stretching you out, this feeling something thatâs only happened a few times before.
âIf you move,â Anakin begins, out of breath, âIâll leave the Jedi order and spend my days inside of you.â
âDonât t-tempt me.â
He laughs, and you accidentally clench around him, causing him to groan deep and long against your tits.
âIf you do that again, Iâll come inside of you.â
You imagine it. Imagine him spilling out, the wet white of it dripping out of your cunt and back onto his cock, and the mere image of it has your clit throbbing.
Keep still. Donât move.
But he wraps his tongue around your nipple and begins to suck.
You cry out, and all of your muscles tighten, forcing you to clench tight around his cock. Anakin jolts and whines your name against your tits.
âSâyour fault,â you mewl, moaning. You hang your head back, âStars, Anakin.â
âTry and stay still,â he mumbles, and you stutter a laugh, âImpossible.â
âIt canât be,â he responds, and while he speaks in jest, his words are sincere. The line between love and lust runs thin, and if Anakin is being honest with himself, itâs close to snapping.
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honey.
MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: inspired by @justadmiringanakin bcos i read some of her ceo!anakin thing and iâm 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.
âthatâs it, baby, thatâs it,â soft praises echo in your ear as you sink down onto DILF!ANAKIN SKYWALKER's length. âyou feelinâ it? you feelinâ okay?â
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.
âcan you speak? can you do that for me, baby?â he keeps his voice barely above a whisper, like youâre exchanging secrets. large hands handle the fat of your thighs, stroking soothingly with his thumbs. heâs warm, and impossibly deep.
to let him know youâre 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.
âtake it easy. donât hurt yourself.â he says, even while his palm slide to your ass, instinctively drawing you closer into his chest.
âi can do it.â you plea, âplease, ani, please. need it so bad.â
lovingly, he tilts his head, a wistful smile stretching his lips. âmakes me feel young when you call me that.â his honeyed countenance remains only until you lift yourself, so tight wrapped around him it furrows his brows and sharply inhale. âfuckâŠâ
âneedâ you,â you choke out, opening your eyes to meet his lust-blown gaze.
ââm right here, angel. right here,â he assures you, one hand wedging between the two of you to thumb at your sensitive bud, it helps but doesnât solve everything. âcan feel you drying up, youâre going too fast.â
âif i can justâŠâ you whine, his warnings going unheeded as you invite yourself onto him, letting your weight lower yourself. but heâs quick to catch you. his grip on your flesh aches, chastising you for biting off more than you can chew.
âwhatâd i say?â youâre feeling the stretch. the sting. itâs almost enough to get you wet enough for him. almost. âyou told me you could handle it.â
ââm sorry!â you cry out. âani, iâm so horny it hurts.â
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. âthere, is that better?â
you nod and make a noise of confirmation. when he decides youâre 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.
âkids. still donât know patience.â
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nerdy!anakin skywalker whoâs secretly a freak
requested by poll!
description box; the nerd with the glasses that tutors you turns out to be not so innocent after all. and he looks even more delicious without his glasses.
warning; heavy nsfw warning, mentions of cheating and an affair, porn with a bit of plot, anakin is a total pervert and freakyyyy, smut under the cut!, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
ANAKIN SKYWALKER IS A nerd, and itâs by default that he doesnât associate with âyour kindâ.
the popular kind, the pretty kind.
the ones that run around with the football players, the kind of people that have this certain aura that just makes everyone look at them the second they walk into the room.
most of the popular people at your school were known to be arrogant douchebags, unintelligent jerks and vain bitches who thought they were above everyone else. but not you, though.
you were different. you were popular, really uniquely and breathtakingly beautiful, but your heart and soul were just as pretty as you. you also had a jerk of a boyfriend, and you really sucked at mathematics and physics. but luckily for you, your desk mate anakin skywalker, who also happens to sit next to you in physics classes, knows that. and also happens to be a very valued tutor.
âanother D?â
anakinâs gaze is deplorable, his lips are pressed together in a pitiful way.
âyeah,â you wince as you examine the big, red D on your paper, âcanât say i didnât expect it though. i thought the questions were really easyâmaybe that shouldâve given it away.â
anakin is hesitant, he doesnât want to upset youâhe knows youâve been called stupid and dumb plenty of times by teachers, but really, he knows youâre not. really, you excel at subjects like history, english or music, you just⊠need a little tutoring. but he also knows youâre too prideful for that. youâve never been bad enough at a subject to need tutoring, but youâve been consistently getting Dâs the whole year and thereâs nothing anakin can do.
he wouldâve let you copy his answers, but the teachers never look away during exams. he wouldnât have done for just anyoneâhe wouldâve only done it for you.
youâre the kindest person heâs ever met. you probably donât remember but about four years ago, maybe a little more, he was getting bullied really bad. and not just by anyone, a guy named dylan. he was your boyfriend at the time. and still is. fucking asshole. anakin hated him passionately.
but youâd broken up with him after youâd caught him throwing punches into anakinâs stomach. you had yelled at him, even slapped him, you had taken anakin by the hand and went to the school nurse with him. and you were so kind to him. so sweet. so nice.
honestly, it shouldnât have come as a surprise when he developed a huge crush on you. but he never confessed, he knew you were out of his league, and not his. especially after your (shitty asshole! anakin would treat you so much better) boyfriend dylan had apologised to him and you in a heartbreaking manner through a big gesture, and you had forgiven him.
ever since, dylan and anakin still give each other dirty glances and nasty glares, but he never laid hand on him again.
anakin would like to describe you and him as friends. you talked to each other in every class you had together, especially physics, because you sat next to each other, and you always greeted each other in the hallways.
but you guys have never hung out together and youâve never been to his place, or he to yours.
âlisten, maybe you⊠maybe i can study with you.â anakin muttered gently, carefully studying your face expressions as he made his suggestion.
your eyebrows formed into a frown, âyou think thatâll help?â
anakin nodded, relieved you werenât taking this as badly as heâd thought you would, âyeah, sure. iâm a tutor, you know? i can explain stuff pretty well.â
âoh, i wouldnât want to imposeââ youâre quick to deny, you hate bothering people.
fuck, youâre the sweetest person there is. truly an angel sent down from heaven. anakin made up his mind, right there. he would do anything to make you his.
âno, youâre not imposing. i want to. i want to do this for you.â he smiled, but seeing your hesitant face, he added, âbesides, weâre friends. isnât that what friends do for each other?â
a small smile tugged at your lips. âreally? you⊠youâd do that for me? but i really donât want to be a bother! youâre so smart and clever, you probably have so many tutees and youâre probably so busyââ
anakin would be replaying those words in his mind tonight. non-stop.
âlisten, i really donât mind. itâll be like us hanging out. âkay? you donât need to worry about it, iâm happy to be at your service.â
you hesitated for a second. and then you smiled, and anakin knew heâd won. âOK, then. itâll be like a hangout.â
âitâs settled then,â he smirked at you, âmy place? tomorrow afternoon?â
you laugh.
âyour place, tomorrow afternoon.â
YOU HAD ABSOLUTELY NO idea how you ended up like this. in his bed. in this position. moaning and whimpering his name.
you were on all fours, legs trembling and quivering, your arms weak and the only thing that was holding you up was anakinâs toned arm, hooked under your waist, holding you up firmly as he thrusted into you.
you had never noticed it before, but his arm⊠looked so⊠delicious when it was flexed.
âthat feel good, darling?â the smirk in his voice is all too evident, he got off on the way you were so fucking responsive to his every touch.
his hands went from caressing your thighs and kneading your ass to playing with your nipples and tugging back your hair.
âhavenât even begun properly fucking you and youâre already so soaked. does your boyfriend not fuck you, darling?â
your mind is nothing but chaos, and your stomach all fuzzy, and the only thing you can do is whine around his cock, writhing underneath him. you nod, you just nod because your boyfriendâs cock doesnât kiss your cervix like this, your boyfriendâs cock doesnât fit into your womb so fucking well, because your boyfriend doesnât make you feel so, so, so good.
ân-need you to go fasterâŠâ
he kisses his teeth with his one, making a quiet âtskâ sound. âthatâs not very polite, demanding others like that. whatâs happened to your manners, angel?â
heâs fucking you agonisingly and painfully slowly from behind, the question papers he brought and physics notes he made for you, just for you, carelessly scattered in front of you. your hands are gripping them as you moan.
âf-fuck, aniâplease just⊠wonât fuck me faster? canât⊠canât, âm notâhahââ
âall right, all right, doll,â he replies to you sweetly, bending over next to your ear, still thrusting into so painfully slowly, âonly if you admit that you love me more than your boyfriend.â
your eyes widen. âb-butââ
âah-ah. no buts. say it or i wonât let you cum.â
you loved your boyfriend. you did! but anakin just made you feel so, so goodâŠ
âlove you more than my boyfriend,â you moan quietly, closing your eyes in shame.
ââm sorry, what? i didnât catch that.â he grinned teasingly.
âani,â you whine, âdonât be like that.â
he laughs. âall right, all right. cum for me, doll.â
authorâs note;
i have never written smut like this before. please have mercy on me đđ
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Mei! You know how sometimes when you put a bra on that has padding you sometimes have to adjust it a little? I feel like Anakin would see reader do that one time and offer to âhelpâ from then on âto make sure itâs in the proper spotâ but really itâs just to touch your boobs.
You're not surprised to feel a large palm pressing against the heft of your breast, and you wish you could say you're disappointed, but you're not. That doesn't mean that you can't act like you are, though.
"Anakin."
"I'm helping!" He insists, his voice thick with sleep but fiery with intensity, "I'm rearranging the foam thing in there."
"The pad?"
"Yeah, the pad. I'm rearranging the pad."
"The pad is in perfect position," You swat his hand away, "Thank you very much."
"Gimme the other one," He demands, palm flat and fingers curling and uncurling, "I'm the bra inspector."
"You're a perv," You accuse, taking advantage of his still-closed eyes to reach over and press his face into the pillow. Perhaps you shouldn't be smothering him so early in the morning, but you're admittedly a little jealous that he gets to sleep in and you have to work.
His reflexes may be slowed by his grogginess but his muscles aren't, and he wrestles your hand away from his face and uses it to yank you back down onto the bed. You go from towering over his sprawled out form to being pinned beneath it, and his victory spoils come in the form of a prompt squeeze to your previously untouched breast.
"Mm-mm. Pad's all wrong." He laments, clicking his tongue sympathetically as he settles his hand over your chest, "It's so bad I think we just need to scrap the whole thing. Take it off?"
"The pad is fine!" You laugh, but Anakin's lithe fingers have already slipped into the gap between layers of fabric to yank the foam pad out of your bra. He's quick to slip it down the front of his pajama pants, grinning smugly at you as he leans back with tousled hair against the headboard of your bed.
"Hey!"
"Take it."
"I have more bras," You huff, stripping off the lopsided bra and digging in your drawers for the others, "I'm gonna be late for work, Anakin!"
You expect a groan of defeat from Anakin but it's cheekiness you hear instead, "They're empty."
"What?"
He's right. There's a distinct lack of form in each piece of fabric laying limp in your drawers.
"Anakin!"
"I'll give them back! Just let me put them in," He grins doggedly, "Deal?"
"Only because I'm late for work," You gripe, glaring at him with all the force you can muster even though you're beginning to flush.
"Liar," His eyes gleam with excitement as he lunges for the drawer beside his bed, withdrawing two foam bra pads from within, "Once I get my hands on you you'll be begging me not to stop."
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