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Anakin Skywalker is clingy.

As soon as he comes back to you after a mission, he's on you. Grabbing at whatever skin he could, pressing kisses to your lips, neck, and shoulders, while somehow being gentle the whole time.

He'll have you pushed up against a wall in in the darkest corner of the room you're in and whisper about how much he missed you while he was away on whatever mission the jedi council sent him on. About the things he's been thinking about you while he was away.

Or when you both are in bed, ready to sleep. He'll pull you over, so that your head lays on top of his bare chest and one of his arms wraps around your waist. He'll press his nose against your head so that he can smell your hair. And maybe so that it'll be easier to dream of you.

Please write final chapter of 19 years later

I’m working on an extra long chapter to make up for it <3 i don’t think there’s gonna be smut but it’s super angsty 😎 it’s at 4,000 words so far

hey all… uhm. who wants a finale to 19 years later? 💀

What do you think the prequel characters would do with her s/o for Valentine’s Day? Asking for a friend🙈 -M

OOOOO okay wait wait i like this. okay most of the time i dont do blurbs but this gave me so many ideas and i really wanted to try this out fjdjdjdjd

alright so, i know you said prequel characters but i only write for anakin i’m sorry 🥺 i hope that’s okay!

What Anakin Skywalker Does for Valentine’s Day (blurbs)

alright let’s talk about anakin. he would completely go over the top with you. like, i’m talking sneaking on a ship and flying to naboo type of over the top. he’d lie to the council and tell them he’s going on an undercover spy mission with you so that neither of you would have to worry about anything.

he would treat you like an absolute princess. he’d probably try his hand at surprising you with a big huge breakfast or dinner, and fail miserably since he can’t cook and end up needing your help which makes it all the more cute 🥰

you’d be like “anakin, you don’t have to go over the top like this...” and he’d just be like “no! i want to!” and be adamant about it. which is annoying, but he’s so cute you let it slide.

after the dinner or breakfast (or fuck it, even both) he’d probably take you out to the naboo shops and buy you as many things as he can. and you’d object but hed insist, and you’d end up coming home with bags worth of clothes and jewelry that you’ll have to find a way to sneak back home.

“anakin, i’m a jedi. i can’t have these many things.”

“we’ll find a way, my love.”

he would totally take you to the beach, too. after all, you found a hella cute swimsuit and he definitely wanted to see it in action 👀 so he took you to the beaches.

you’d get all shy at first, but the moment he takes his robes off and is just in shorts, you jump out of your robe and rush into the water, loving how intense his gaze on you is.

he’d scoop you up and rush into the water with you, laughing at how desperately youre trying to get him to drop you.

“drop you? okay!”

“ANAKIN, NOT LIKE THAT—!” youd scream as he dropped you in the ocean, laughing his ass off.

hed help you back up and scoop you up into a passionate kiss, pressed firmly against his wet chest as you entangle yourself fingers through his darkened, curly wet hair.

he’d cheekily move his hand down against your ass and you’d squeal, pushing him off as you smacked his chest, “not in public, anakin!”

“your blushing face tells me otherwise, i think you liked that.”

after wrangling him back home, you ran to get changed into a cute sundress as he prepared a movie and snacks for you in the very grand hotel room he rented out for the weekend. you’d come out with your hair in a high ponytail and he’d turn and just stop, grinning, “you’re so beautiful, honey. c’mere.”

he’d pull on your wrist and pull you right to his chest as you giggle, then he’d kiss you slowly and deeply as he pulled you into a dip kiss. he’d smoothly pull you onto the bed and roll so you’d be on top of him and he’d grin, “gotcha.”

you’d hit his chest playfully and peck his lips one more time, before turning to watch the movie he picked out. which, knowing him, he’d see something cute and not watch the trailer and it would end up being a very graphic, dark sexy movie.

your eyes would widen when a sex scene came on snd youd bit your lip, burying your head in his neck, “anakin! why’d you pick this?!”

“i didn’t know! it looked cute!” he’d laugh loudly, keeping his gaze on you and the tv as he got ideas for a very passionate night.

and lets be real. would it really be valentine’s day without some skywalker dick? no. no it wouldn’t.

right after that movie his hands would be all over you — scratch that, during the movie his hands would be all over you. youd end up turning it off early since the kisses on your neck weren’t helping your situation at all.

“Ani—“

“dont speak. let me make love to you, baby.”

your heart would race, since normally anakin was rough and fast with you — but just by his words alone you knew he was going to be slow and passionate, and completely caring.

and god were you right. he hadn’t held you so delicately in so long, it was so comforting...

he’d constantly be praising you likr he always would, but his tone was so soft it sent chills through your body in ways they hadn’t before.

his thrusts... god. slow and deep.

sometimes it was hard for you to believe that you were this lucky, that anakin loved you this much... everything felt unreal.

he’d kiss you deeply and mutter “i love you, y/n,” against your lips, making your whole body melt.

overall, valentine’s day with anakin would be one of the best days ever. he loves you so much snd he would do anything to make you smile and feel loved.

i’m trying to head to bed but i’m wayyyy too damn horny for that shit so someone send in some seggsy anakin thoughts to my ask, i realllyyyy need to write out some smut 😭💕

19 Years Later... (Darth Vader x reader miniseries chapter 1)

19 years have passed since Y/n’s husband Anakin’s death, and she has become the leading General of the newly founded Rebellion alongside her past Jedi friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, now known as Ben Kenobi. When her children Luke and Leia Skywalker gets kidnapped by Darth Vader, the man who killed her husband; her and Obi-Wan Kenobi must come rescue her. But when she finds out who’s behind Darth Vader’s mask, the truth is something she never thought she had to prepare herself for.

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Index:

1. prologue

2. chapter 1

3. chapter 2 [Coming soon]

wc: 2.3k

warnings: cursing

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Being the leader of the new Rebellion against the evil Galactic Empire had its perks. One of the things that was not a perk, however, was hiding one’s actual name from their people, and past.

None of Y/n’s rebels knew of her past as a former Jedi Knight that fought in the Clone Wars. Though she fought like a cunning warrior, the thought had never once crossed their minds, seeing as all the Jedi were dead.

She had raised her children Luke and Leia with Obi-Wan’s guidance to be trained as Jedi, seeing as both of them were very Force-Sensitive.

Watching Luke wield his father’s lightsaber brought such bittersweet feelings to both old Jedi Knights. Anakin was such a big part of both of their lives, that it was almost painful to see this without him there.

Anakin would be beyond proud of his son and daughter, for sure.

Y/n recalled the first time he and Leia held their lightsabers. They were both 9, the same age their Father was when he was brought him by Qui-Gon Jyn from Tattooine.

Luke had rushed up to Obi’s old trunk excitedly, admiring the strange silver object with big eyes as Leia crowded behind him, “What’s that, Uncle Obi?”

“This is your father’s lightsaber, my dear. He would’ve wanted you to have it,” Obi replied, a sad smile on his face as he held onto the hilt, activating its stellar blue glow.

“This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster—“ Obi handed it to Luke and his eyes widened, waving it around gently so he didn’t break it. “—an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.”

“Is it mine?” Luke’s eyes beamed in excitement. Obi-Wan nodded, sitting down as he picked up Leia, putting her on his knee.

“For over a thousand generations, the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice. The old republic. Before the Empire...” he trailed off, turning his head towards the window.

Y/n rushed into the room, hearing the lightsaber and fearing there was an intruder, “Obi-Wan! What’s going on, I’m—“ she ignited her brilliant (l/c) saber, holding it in a protective stance before she realized it was just Luke. She sighed heavily and disengaged her saber, attaching it back to her belt loop, “Obi, you didn’t tell me you were doing this now...” she crossed her arms.

“Mom! Obi-Wan told me this was Dad’s! Look!” he started swinging it gently, making sure it didn’t hit anyone since he knew how deadly they could be. She began to smile sadly as she remembered a young Anakin as a padawan, rushing in to show her his lightsaber he constructed the day he finally got one.

She smiled sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. “You look so much like your father, Luke,” she said sadly. Obi looked back at Luke, and for a split moment, he was reminded of the small slave his old master brought back with him. He smiled to himself remembering how he helped Anakin with his padawan braid.

“Princess, come here. I’ll let you hold my lightsaber, okay?” she handed Leia her saber gently, and she took gingerly from her hand. Leia took it and igniting it, the blade’s glow reflecting in her excited little eyes.

“Mom? How did dad die? You never answered me,” Luke asked. Y/n felt herself freeze in place, a large lump in her throat forming. “Luke, I...”

“I’ll tell them, Y/n,” Obi-Wan replied solemnly. “Your father was killed by a young Jedi named Darth Vader. He was a close friend of mine before he fell. He helped the Emperor hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father.” The room fell silent, until Luke asked another question, “So you and Uncle Obi are the last remaining Jedi?”

Obi-Wan shook his head no, “There are others, but sparse. To name a few, Master Yoda and Ahsoka Tano, your father’s Padawan learner. The last remaining Jedi are being hunted down by Vader, which is why we hide.”

Leia spoke up softly, “Is that why we don’t use our actual last name, mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart. As long as Vader’s reign continues, we must hide our names. Darth Vader does not know about the two of you, so you are safe. For us, on the other hand...” she trailed off, and the kids understood.

“Mom... Mom,” Leia spoke loudly. Y/n blinked in confusion and turned back around, looking at her daughter, “Yeah, my love?”

“Are you okay mom?” Leia asked, frowning. “We need to look at the Death Star plans.”

“Right,” she sighed heavily, turning to face from the window out looking Yavin 4. “I’m fine, princess. I just... was remembering Anakin, that’s all.” Leia sighed and laid her hand on her mother’s back, rubbing it gently, “Dad would be proud of everything you’ve done, mom.” She began to tear up as she pulled Leia into a tight hug, “I hope so. It’s been about 20 years and it still doesn’t feel right,” silent tears fell down her cheeks into her daughter’s bunned hair.

“I’m proud of you, Leia. If you were to be trained within the Order now, you’d be the same age your father was when he became a Jedi Knight, and when he married me...” she sniffled, wiping her tears. Leia smiled softly, holding her mom’s hand, “Do you think he’d be proud of me, too?”

“I know he would,” she rubbed her fingertips against hers, “He would pull you into the tightest hug, spin you a little and say softly, ‘That’s my baby girl,’” she replied, her voice cracking slightly. Leia began to tear up as she hugged her back, “I wish I knew him...” she said softly. “I wish so too, babe, so bad...” Y/n sighed. But I won’t let his memory be in vain. Let’s go look at these plans and destroy that Death Star, yeah?”

Leia and Y/n walked to the main board room, seeing how the map was already up on display. “General Jonas, we’ve been examining the Death Star plans. They’re on screen now,” one of her commanding officers recited. “Good, thank you, officer. Have we discovered a weak point yet? Or at least some form of entry point?”

“No, ma’am. We haven’t studied long enough. There are many ways in, but all most likely heavily guarded. We will have to find a way to go under the radar without getting detected, somehow,” he replied. She nodded, walking closer to examine it. She closed her eyes and felt out through the Force for some answer. No surprise to her, she could barely feel anything at all but an empty void. Ever since Anakin had died, she had felt more distanced from the Force than ever. Maybe she and Anakin possessed a rare Dyad, or maybe she had simply lost touch with the Force; but no matter what she did, she was nowhere near as powerful in the Force as she used to be.

“Alert me if you find anything, Officer, I would love to have this Death Star in shambles by the end of the month,” Y/n left to walk out and to ask Obi-Wan on the matter. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded, turning back to his computer to get back to work.

Elsewhere, Leia was pacing in Luke’s room, grumbling to herself, “I know Obi-Wan has taught us to not let our emotions guide us, but I can’t when it comes to him. He killed our father, he should be dead!” Leia huffed in anger, collapsing down onto her twin’s bed.

Luke grunted in response, his mouth full of food still, “It’s not like you can take him on yourself. You’d die!” he said, or at least, sounded like he said. “I will not let the lives of those lost who got us the plans in the first place’s memories die. We wouldn’t be this close to planning an attack without their sacrifices. Moreover, Mom has had these plans for two days now, and she hasn’t done a single thing about it!” Leia responded quickly. Luke shrugged, “Leia. Be real. It’s not like we can steal a ship and fly to the Death Star, find it’s a weak point, and get back in time for dinner.”

Leia sat up, looking at Luke as if he had just committed mass murder. “...What?” Luke asked warily. Leia grinned, “That’s it! We’ll do just that, Luke! We’ll take one of mom’s ships, fly around the death star undetected and find weak entry points, and get back like we were never even gone!”

“Leia, you can not be serious right now!” Luke gasped, setting his food down, “We can’t do this, we could get in so much trouble! Or spotted!”

“Do you want to sit idly while our mother and uncle do nothing, whereas our Father’s murderer is out on the lose on that moon!” Leia snapped at him. He narrowed his eyes, “That’s no moon, Leia. Also, no, I don’t! But do we have a choice? No. We’re staying here.”

“No, we’re leaving. Whether I go alone is up to you entirely, but at this point, I just want the man who killed my father dead,” Leia said, glaring at him. Luke huffed, “You think I don’t want him dead, too? But we are children, we literally can’t do anything!”

“We are 19 years old and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to sit at home here and wait for Vader to kill more innocent people,” Leia frowned, crossing her arms. “I really need you with me, Luke. But I get it if you don’t go.” she stood up, grabbing her stuff to leave when Luke grumbled “Wait!” under his breath. “I’ll... go. Just to protect you. But this is a bad idea, and I don’t want to get caught,” he raised a brow to her. Leia grinned and hugged Luke tightly, “Thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this! But bring your lightsaber maybe, just in case?”

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“What do you mean, YOU LET THEM GO?” Y/n snapped to C3-PO, enraged. Threepio raised his hands in defense, “I couldn’t stop them, mistress! I tried my best, I swear!”

“You let my children go confront Vader ALONE? You’re so lucky I don’t shut you down for that!” she growled, shoving past him with Obi-Wan following close behind her. “Oh, dear. I’m doomed,” Threepio whined.

“We have to go after them, we... I can’t... I can’t lose my kids,” Y/n said nervously, starting to pace once Obi got close. “Y/n, calm down sweetheart. I need you to breathe and think,” Obi said, holding onto her shoulders gently. “If we go, we have an equal chance of being caught since they’ll already be on high alert.”

She sighed heavily, shaking her head, “I hate you for being so levelheaded and smart, Obi,” she frowned. “That’s my specialty,” he winked. “Now, we need to stop and make sure that we can pull this rescue off without risking our lives, too.”

Meanwhile, at the Death Star, Vader was summoned by his leading captain because of an alert of an enemy ship flying nearby. “Bring them in, search them. They may know General Jonas.” “Yes, My Lord.”

Vader turned to leave the bridge towards the docking bay, to meet his guests personally. As he walked, his mind was filled with visions and memories from his dream the night before. Of her.

He sighed heavily, picking up speed as he neared the docking bay. Passing a group of stormtroopers, he pushed past them to be in front, crossing his arms. The door opened, and two stormtroopers walked out holding a young girl and boy, yelling at them to let go of them.

As soon as Vader looked at the two, he felt something... strange. A certain presence in the Force he had never felt before. What is this? Why do they feel familiar?

Vader dropped his arms, walking forward and raising his hand to stop the troopers, “Who are you? And why were you near my Death Star?”

His unmerciful, robotic voice rumbled through their chests, terrifying them. In all their years, they had never seen something so cold and unforgiving. “Don’t be petrified, answer me if you want to live,” Vader challenged, staring right at the boy.

“You killed our father,” Leia’s voice was cold, sad, and broken. She knew this was a bad idea, but it was too late now. “I wanted revenge.”

“You’ll have to forgive me, my princess, but I’ve killed many men. Your father was just another tick on my list, whoever he may be.”

“You son of a—!” Luke yelled, rushing to jump at him when the stormtroopers all turned their weapons on him, making him stop. Vader growled, “Insolent children. I don’t think you know who I am, truly. I’d crush you in a heartbeat, but seeing as you could have something of use to me... take them away, both of them,” Vader commanded. The two shouted in disagreement, and Vader simply stood and watched them struggle.

“You bitch! You’ll pay for what you did to our dad!” Luke yelled as he was taken away. Vader rolled his eyes from under the mask and walked back to his quarters. He knelt on the floor, taking his mask off as he called out to his Emperor through the force.

“What do you want, Lord Vader?” Palpatine growled, looking down at Vader’s hologram. “I felt something through the Force a few moments ago. My new hostages... they seem to be strong with it.”

“Really? Are you sure, my apprentice?”

“Yes, Master. More sure than anything.”

“Well, you know what you must do. Kill them. They could be Jedi if they tried opposing you,” Palpatine smirked. “They’re only children, which means they’re newer Jedi. Someone had to have trained them.”

“Children never stopped you before, don’t let it stop you now. Do it.”

“...Yes, my Master.” Vader ended the holomessage, sighing.

“Who are you two...?” he asked himself, reaching out through the Force and feeling they were still there.

Strange.

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Update on 19 Years Later:

currently on chapter 1, i’m at 1.5k words so far and i’m excited! this will pertrain mainly of Y/n’s pov, since the last one was just a mix up of a bunch. it will be up tomorrow!

19 Years Later... [Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x reader miniseries]

19 years have passed since Y/n’s husband Anakin’s death, and she has become the leading General of the newly founded Rebellion alongside her past Jedi friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, now known as Ben Kenobi. When her children Luke and Leia Skywalker gets kidnapped by Darth Vader, the man who killed her husband; her and Obi-Wan Kenobi must come rescue her. But when she finds out who’s behind Darth Vader’s mask, the truth is something she never thought she had to prepare herself for.

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i’m so freaking excited for this fanfic, holy shit. i’ve had this idea since April 2020 and i decided to say fuck it since you guys seemed interested. i hope you enjoy it!!! get ready for an angst and sex train, cause it’s coming in hot 🥵 😏

Index:

prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 [Coming soon]

Warnings: None

WC: 1.3k

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People say love is a forever thing. But for Y/n and Anakin Skywalker, their time together was cut short the day Darth Vader murdered Anakin almost 20 years ago on Mustafar.

Y/n remembered the day so vividly - it was the scariest, saddest, and all the same happiest day of her life. It was the day her twin children, Luke and Leia Skywalker, were born; and it was also the day the love of her life was killed.

Y/n didn’t remember much of that, between the two events. According to Obi-Wan Kenobi, he had said that Anakin was behind the attacks at the Jedi Temple, and the man behind the murder of countless Jedi. Y/n couldn’t bring herself that the man she was married to could do such a horrible, despicable act.

She didn’t believe it until she saw first hand his anger - the way his voice changed, how cold his gaze had become. He tried to sugarcoat his villainous words to her, speaking gently, “Obi-Wan is trying to turn you against me.”

But when he had noticed Obi-Wan was on the ship alongside Y/n, Anakin lost all sense of reality and tried killing her.

The last memory she had of seeing her future husband was tainted with fear - the sight of him angrily raising his fingers to choke his lover.

When she awoke, she felt her body give in and start to writhe from excruciating labor pains. The pain she felt throughout her back and belly, however, were nothing in comparison to the never-ending ache in her heart that started when Obi-Wan muttered the words, “Anakin is dead.”

Barely able to cling to life, Y/n was able to deliver two healthy children, whom she had named Luke and Leia. Obi held her hand gently, smiling testy eyed, “Anakin would be so happy to see his little family. I promise I’m here to support and protect the three of you.”

Tears from pain and sorrow streamed down her cheeks as she cradled Leia close to her breast, sobbing as her body shook.

He should be here. I should be squeezing his hand, not Obi’s. He should be holding his son, not Obi. I shouldn’t be a widow.

When she found out the truth about how Anakin died, she was even more torn apart. Anakin didn’t even get a chance to explain his actions at the Temple - he was murdered by a man named Darth Vader before he could repent. She lost her husband to a murderous sith lord.

Obi-Wan took it upon himself to take care of Y/n, Luke, and Leia and got them a home on Tattooine. He knew that Y/n was never good on her own - even though she was a Jedi, she hated being alone. So he stayed with them, helping her raise Luke and Leia with just the two of them.

Knowing they were a target from Darth Vader, Obi-Wan knew that they’d had to change their names. He changed his to Ben Kenobi, a nickname an old lover gave him; and Y/n changed her name to Cecelia Jonas, a drastic difference from Y/n Skywalker. When it was just them, they would refer to each other as their old names for old time’s sake.

Raising twins without their biological father was very, very hard. There were many nights Luke or Leia would ask about their beloved late father, causing her to get teary-eyed remembering.

Nights when Luke would play around with the droids, speaking with C3-PO and laughing reminded Obi and Y/n of Anakin.

Having a son who looked just like a young version of Anakin was no help to her healing heart. Yet, no matter what she swore to never remarry — her heart belonged to Anakin Skywalker, and Anakin Skywalker alone.

By now, it was 19 years since Anakin had died. The Galactic Empire was rising, and the Rebels rose in contradiction, hoping to defend the Galaxy.

Meanwhile, Darth Vader stormed around his Death Star ship in an angry stance, slicing anyone who dared to comment on his more-so than normal angry aura.

He crossed his arms, looking outside the Death Star, “What do you mean you lost the plans?” His breathing labored and heavy as usual. The mask wasn’t even needed for him — the cocky bastard just wanted to come off as more intimidating.

“Someone... someone had sold the plans. And now General Jonas-“

Vader grunted and raised his fist, beginning to force choke the man mercilessly, “Find me who sold the plans and bring them to me. I want their death slow and painful. And find me General Jonas, I want to have a chat with them.”

The man’s eye’s rolled back as his vision blackened, then he collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air.

Vader strutted off, his signature Skywalker strut all the more prominent and powerful enveloped in his robotic suit of armor.

Ever since his fall, Vader had one thing on his mind. Completing out his Master’s will so he would finally teach him how to bring people back from the dead.

Vader reached his quarters and shut the door, locking it using the force with a simple flick of his wrist. He begrudgingly walked to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and hunched over the sink, his breathing getting more rapid until the noise irritated him to let out a yell in anger.

He took off his black mask in frustration and slammed it down on the countertop, his hands gripping it’s sides so tightly he felt his flesh hand feel numb. He looked up in the mirror, his ear-length brown hair dampened down with sweat as he looked at himself in the mirror.

“Who the hell even are you,” he grumbled to himself, running his gloved fingers through his hair. He sighed heavily and shook his head, the memory of her gasping for air replaying in his mind as his anger grew, “It’s my fault. It’s my fucking fault you and our child are dead!” he yelled to no in but himself, tears beginning to prick his yellow eyes.

With shaky hands, he dipped into his pocket and took out the necklace he crafted for her all those years ago, smiling sadly down at it as he rubbed it with his thumb.

“This is all for you, my love bird. All of it, so I can bring you home to me.” His voice trailed as he kissed the necklace, putting it back in his pocket gently as he let out a heavy sigh, wiping his tears quickly.

Vader thrived on pain now. Once he found out his wife was killed by his own hand, he lost all sense of himself. Anakin died when he knelt and took Darth Vader’s name, but Anakin truly died the moment Palpatine uttered those words.

“It seems, in your anger, you killed her.”

“Shit husband I was,” he growled, putting his glove back up on his flesh hand after he glared at his wedding band.

It gave him a mixed feeling - he missed his wife dearly, but yet it was also a deadly reminder how much of a horrible man he was.

The separated couple went to bed in tears that night, wishing and praying that somehow, someway they could be reunited.

But the both of them knew the only way that would happen is if they died, which was out of the question.

So they laid there awake in agony, their heart crying out to be reunited with their lover once more.

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Anakin Skywalker x reader [SMUT]

lets... not mention how long i was gone, okay? 😅 i won’t be gone like this again, i promise 🥺 i’ll get right back on requests and such, i just really REALLY struggled on this for some reason... ive got honestly no clue why but eh, here it is. i hope it was worth it! sorry the request took so long anons. 💕 ALSO big shoutout to @anakinswhore for lowkey giving me the inspiration to finish this 🥺 (everytime i almost scrapped this i remembered that my favorite fic writer on tumblr told me i got this, so i knew i couldn’t give up on this :’) thank you so much!

Plot: Anakin gets home from desling with the Bad Batch and is cranky. To help them both unwind, Anakin decides to bring Y/n with him while he showers.

WC: 2.3k

warnings: finger fucking, piv sex, unprotected sex [sorry it’s awkward to write condoms n shit like that— let’s pretend the force works to prevent pregnancy 😭]

Y/n had set down her holo communicator and sighed in frustration, looking at the time.

It was nearing 11 pm, and Anakin had yet to respond to her call. He had promised to call her the moment his mission with the Bad Batch was over, and it was almost 4 hours over the time he had promised.

She grumbled to herself and set it into her desk drawer, standing up and walking to their bedroom. Since it was getting late, she decided to start getting ready for bed. She decided to forego a shower and take it in the morning instead, her exhaustion and worry getting the better of her.

Sliding on her robe, she put her (h/c) hair in a small bun, laying on the bed. She pulled the sheets back and sighed softly as the cold, sheen silk covered her body.

Laying on her side, she did her best to suppress the fears of why Anakin was taking so long to talk to her - trying to stay in a positive mindset. But of course, the turmoil and constant loss from the War made her think differently.

As her mind grew darker, her need for sleep depreciated as she grew more worried. Huffing in frustration when some time had passed and she still hadn’t fallen asleep, she sat up and grumbled to herself.

It wasn’t like she could call Obi-Wan or another member of the council to see if he was alright - it could raise suspicion since, besides working alongside him during some battles, she wasn’t always in contact with him during the War.

Just as she was about to get up to get some water, the door opened and she felt Anakin’s presence through the Force.

She immediately jumped out of bed, retying her robe and rushing out to meet him. “Anakin! Are you okay? It’s so late-“ she began as soon as she saw him.

He sighed snd shut the door, immediately taking off his robe and throwing it over the back of the couch. “I’m sorry,” he said somewhat sternly, sounding exhausted.

“For what, Ani?” she frowned, crossing her arms. “Being late. As always...” he grumbled, walking over to her and kissing her cheek gently. “I didn’t mean to be, the mission went overtime, and we ran into some trouble.”

“Was it successful, at least?”

“Yeah, thankfully. Wasn’t at first, but, we got Echo home safe.”

“So... why do you seem so... down?” she bit her lip, following him into their bedroom.

“I’m exhausted, sweetheart. Completely drained. I’m sorry if I seem off, I was just put under tons of pressure between Rex and Hunter. They got in a big fistfight, and I had to break it up...” Anakin replied, sitting on the bed and sighing, resting his head in his hands.

“Oh, Ani...” she sighed, resting her hand on his shoulder snd rubbing it gently. “I’m sorry, I know the war is hard enough to deal with.”

He shrugged after a moment and grunted, leaning his head back as he sighed. “I think I’m going to take a shower and forget about this God awful day, I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine, I get it. I was planning on taking a shower too, actually, but I might later then.”

Anakin glanced over at her for a moment, sliding his tongue over his lips and letting out a low hum when she doesn’t move, “Aren’t you coming then?”

She raised a brow in confusion, “What? You want me to come with you?”

“You said you wanted to shower, right? Do it with me, no harm in that,” he responded.

She bit her lip, thinking about all the possible endings. She cautiously stood up, walking over to him, “You sure? I can wait, it’s no problem...”

“Y/n,” he said firmly. “What did I say?”

“You said come shower with me,” she repeated. Anakin nodded, “Well, do you want to or not?” he smirked slyly, crossing his arms and watching her curiously.

She took a moment to look up at him, moving up to kiss him gently, “Better get a move on then, you know I prefer it very hot,” she smirked.

He rolled his eyes playfully and deepened the kiss, moving his hands down her back slowly until she pulled away, “Now you’re the one holding us up.”

“Alright, alright, go and get things ready. I’ll be there.” He kissed her forehead gently then pulled away, walking out of the bathroom.

She suppressed a giggle and smile as she skipped to the bathroom, all the thoughts rushing through her mind as she imagined what could happen.

“You’re tired. He’s tired. I’m sure you’re just showering, don’t get your hopes up.”

Boy, that was a lie. She was brushing out her hair and Anakin stormed into the room, pressing her firmly against the counter, crashing his lips onto hers. She gasped into the kiss and dropped the brush onto the counter, gripping onto the counter sides to keep her up-right as he left no room between him, her, and the counter.

Her eyes fluttered close as he cups her cheeks, moving his human hand down the side of her face to her jawline slowly. “Take it all off,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against her soft lips. “I have other things in mind.

She whimpered against his mouth and pulled away for a moment, her chest heaving as she almost was gasping to catch her breath, “What about showering-?”

“Who says we’re not showering?” he smirked, undressing her with his eyes. She swallowed thickly at his gaze and moved to start striping down slowly, keeping eye contact with him.

“Now look at you, all riled up and nervous,” Anakin smirked crossing his arms and watching her.

“Don’t... don’t look at me like that,” she said softly after she got her bra off, her hands starting to tremble from excitement and straight nerves.

“Why not? It’s getting you to tremble, I like it,” his voice gets darker as he moved closer to her, kissing behind her ear. He moved his long fingers over her panties and hooked them in, slowly pushing them down as they fell to her ankles.

She felt shy and exposed as he pulled away to admire his prize, his eyes growing darker as he watched her. He moved his large hands to her smaller waist and pulled her flush against him, keeping his gaze on her face now, “Are you going to get in?”

She nodded, trying to pull away but his grip on her hipbones was too tight. He loosened his grip just enough for her to slink into the warm shower, and he followed suit right after.

He moved his hand to rub her back gently, keeping his ever-darkening gaze transfixed on her smaller body.

She purposefully tried to ignore him, keeping her back turned to his front as she wets her hair under the warm water trickling from the showerhead, trying to occupy her mind with anything but the obvious - she and her lover were showering together.

Anakin trailed his hands lower then moved so his front was placed firmly against her back, kissing the back of her neck, “Don’t ignore me, sweetheart. You’re on edge, let me help you.”

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I just,” she turned around and looked up at him and her breath hitched, gripping her hair tighter.

There her lover stood, towering over her with water droplets running down his long darkened brown curly hair onto his toned chest, the small droplets falling down his body over all his muscles.

An involuntary whimper escaped her lips as she shamelessly studied his figure, every inch, every angle... he was just perfect.

“You’re staring,” he smirked, his chuckle low as he pulled her flush against him, looking down at her with dark eyes, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Oh, shut up,” she said quickly, immediately slamming her lips onto his in a frenzied, heated swift movement. He let out a low growl against her lips in content as he pulled her as close as he could get her. She let out a soft moan into his lips as she felt his hard length press against her, causing her to shudder in anticipation.

“Now you’re needy, what changed, my love?” he pulled away from the intoxicating kiss to kiss and suck across her neck, making her moan softly, “I c-changed my mind,” she stammered, her mind blank and fuzzy with lust as her core began to throb with need.

“I can see that,” his voice was smooth yet deep, knowing he could do the slightest thing and get her riled up even further. He moved his hand and pushed her thigh up near his hip, moving it so he had more room as he danced his thumb over her clit slowly.

Her head fell against his chest and she let out tiny breathy whimpers against his skin, her hips jolting in surprise from the newfound pleasure, “Ani—“

“You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you? You were acting all innocent earlier, and now that I'm rubbing my fingers all over you you’re a mess,” he clicked his tongue in teasing disapproval as he moved his pointer finger to slide into her heat quickly, alongside his middle finger.

Her eyes widened and she moaned loudly in approval, her heavy breathing against his chest quickening with each ministration.

“Ani, I j-just want you— please—!” she looked up at him with a lusty, needy gaze through her lashes, biting her lip to suppress more moans as he fucked her with his fingers. He grunted in response and curled them against her sweet spot, smirking at her reaction, “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?”

“N-No—! I want your... i want y-your... fuck, Anakin!” she moaned in response, her hips starting to shake as Anakin knew how close she was already.

He chuckled darkly and leaned against her neck, sucking roughly over her already darkening hickeys as he started pounding his fingers into her harder, rubbing her clit faster, “Use your words, little one, I know you can.”

She threw her head back in ecstasy as she moaned, falling off the edge into bliss as Anakin fucked her through it with his fingers, his eyes wandering across her body now quivering from intense pleasure, water droplets falling from her hair down her breasts.

She went to speak when he silences her with an intoxicatingly passionate kiss, cupping her cheek with his metal hand as he helped her ride her high out, “Good girl...” he mumbled against her lips.

She felt completely out of breath, gripping his bicep for support as he pulled his fingers out of her, using his metallic fingers to brush away some of the wet hair from her face.

He moved her body further from the warm water of the shower so she wouldn’t get water in her eyes as he leaned her against the wall. Keeping his hand firm on her hipbone, he moved her thighs apart gently and began to pump himself slowly, his breathing picking up.

He looked in her eyes and saw an intense lusty gaze he hadn’t seen in them for awhile - and he immediately knew she wanted to continue. He moved his free hand to cup the back of her neck, moving her closer so he can kiss her deeply as he pushed himself into her quickly.

She gasped in surprise against his lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt him fill her up completely with one swift thrust.

She arched her back against him, gripping his back weakly as he immediately began rocking his hips into her at an unrelenting pace, grunting in her ear, “So fucking tight for me, angel... And so needy, letting me take you in the shower like this...”

She would never admit verbally just how much she loved his dirty talk, his dirty-natured words sending sparks throughout her pussy and her body as she gripped his hair tightly, “Please, this is all I’ve needed,” she moaned almost out of breath, her heart beating out of her chest as she tightened around him.

His loud growl in response edged her to start to roll her hips against his cock, and he smirked in response, leaning down to kiss across her throat, “So—fucking—tight...” he grunted into her ear, his cheeks burning bright red from the mixture of the hot sex and steamy shower.

Her legs buckled and he immediately gripped her closer to him and the wall, moving her to lean back against it more as he lifts her leg to get a deeper angle, causing her to cry out in ecstasy as the pleasure grew too great.

With her already sensitive, her high build much faster than usual and she gripped his hair tighter, digging her fingernails into the back of his head as she panted, her eyes rolling back, “Anakin—!” she moaned weakly.

He recognized that needy, breathy moan all too well as he knew she was close without her needing to say it. He kisses hot open-mouthed kisses across her throat and collarbone, moaning for her to cum for him as he lazily moved his finger down to rub her through her orgasm; the constant throb of her walls sending him closer to the edge.

She let out a loud breathy moan as her high overtook her, letting out small squeals and moans into his ear as it washed over her. She immediately felt numb as it ran through her, the sight of her moaning and the feeling of her throbbing harder causing him to cum. He leaned his head against hers, moaning shakily as he leaned against the wall to steady himself as he fucked them through it, his metal hand firmly on her hipbone to keep them upright.

Her breathing was shaky and uneven as they came down from their highs, and he kissed her hurriedly and softly, “Better?” she muttered against his lips. Anakin nodded softly and chuckled, pulling out after it had fully faded snd pulling them back under the direct range of the water, “Much, much better.”

anakin skywalker fluff/angst A-Z alphabet

Anakin Skywalker A-Z Alphabet (P2/3) Fluff

Since i’ve already done a smut A-Z might as well do both that you requested as well! Next is angst :) thank you for the request!

A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?

Anakin finds her eyes as her most attractive feature. He always knew what she was thinking, and he always got lost in them. Y/n, on the other hand, loved his hair. Have you seen it?! She always got her hair entangled in it, loving its look and feel.

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?

Yes - both wanted a baby more than anything. Both were over the moon when they found out Y/n was expecting!

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?

Anakin always has to make sure Y/n is around him at all times, so most of the time they spoon. Ani is the big spoon of course, but he has a soft spot for being the little spoon on occasion.

D = Dates what are dates with them like?

Dates with Anakin are rare due to their hectic lifestyles, but always memorable. Normally, they’d sneak away to Naboo and go on little picnic dates (even though Anakin secretly hated grass too - he didn’t mind cause he was with her.)

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

Y/n is Anakin’s lifeline. He keeps her grounded, and he can’t live without her.

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?

Anakin knew from the moment he entered the Jedi Temple when he was 9. He saw her and was entranced. Y/n, however, realized her feelings much, much later before Anakin was deployed to protect Padme with Obi-Wan. She feared it was too late.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?

Anakin is so gentle with her. He treats her like she would break, so he would always make sure he touched her softly so he didn’t hurt her. He knew he had a dark side, and he promised himself he’d never hurt her. Ever.

H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Due to both being Jedi Knights, their relationship was forced to remain secret. So, whenever they could, they would hold hands, entwining their fingers and squeezing them on occasion to let the other person know they loved them. A silent way of communicating.

I = Impression first impression/s

Anakin: “Wow... and I thought Padme was an angel,” he thought to himself. “Master Qui-Gon, who’s that?”

Y/n: “Wow, that’s the new Padawan learner? He’s so young!”

J = Joker are they into pulling pranks?

Please, have you met Anakin? He LOVED messing with Y/n as long as it was always harmless.

K = Kisses how do they kiss?

Slow and passionately. He always made sure to pour his heart into each kiss, especially since each little moment had to be cherished.

L = Little things what little things do they love/notice?

Anakin always noticed she twirled her hair when she was nervous. It made him chuckle cause it did nothing but mess up her hair, but somehow it made her look even more beautiful.

M = Memory their favorite moment together

Their first kiss. Anakin remembered it perfectly. He held her close, stroking her cheek softly as she blushed deeply. “Anakin... I don’t-“

“Shh. Let me kiss you, it’ll be alright angel...”

N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Neither of them are able to spoil the other, but Anakin made a promise to himself to make her a necklace using small pebbles from each planet he visited. It wasn’t much, but it showed that no matter where he was, his love for her remained.

O = Orange what color reminds them of their other half?

When Anakin sees y/f/c, he always thinks of her.

P = Petnames what petnames do they use?

Baby, my love, angel, sweetheart, darling. Super soft nicknames.

Q = Questions what are the questions they’re always asking?

“How long will you be gone?” “When can I see you again?”

R = Remember their favorite memory of each other

Their wedding day.

S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up?

Anakin needed time to himself, but after he cleared his head he would go to her for help. She’s talk him through whatever was bothering him, and vice versa.

T = Talking what do they love to talk about?

Everything. Every moment was a gift, so they talked about whatever they could think of and loved it just as much.

U = Universe use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

The Light to his Darkness. It was very well known to both of them that Anakin had a perfect mixture of light and dark in him - but Y/n always found a way to pull him towards the light.

V = Very ___ they’re thoughts about each other (e.g she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)

Anakin: Y/n is very giggly, happy, and caring.

Y/n: Anakin is very independent, stubborn, and reckless.

W = Why reasons why they love each other

They compliment each other perfectly.

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

They don’t really have a song, but if they had to pick it would be Photograph - Ed Sheeran

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You’re the yin to my yang.

Z = Zebra if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Why would they need one? Threepio and Artoo are already enough work as it is!

Darth Vader/Sith Anakin x reader where he’s v protective and someone flirts with the reader and he gets really mad

Protecting What’s Mine - Suitless Vader!Anakin Skywalker x Reader *SMUT*

As you can tell, most of you guys wanted more anakin smut! i have 3 other requests and the others were all Anakin smut lmao im sorry this took so long to get to you guys! i decided to combine these all :)

Words: 1.4k

Plot: You and your husband, Darth Vader are the most feared couple in the galaxy. Some jerk has the nerve to hit on you, and Anakin is less than thrilled about it.

Extra Info: smut, jealousy, drinking, death

~*~

Ever since Anakin had become Darth Vader, everything had changed for the both Anakin and Y/n. She had taken his hand at Mustafar, and slowly her attitude towards the dark side had changed.

Both were now Sith - long forgetting the Jedi Order, much to Obi Wan’s dismay. Tried as he might, he doomed himself trying to bring them back to the light.

Now, Darth Vader and Empress Y/n plotted silently to overthrow Palpatine and take his throne - and the two worked solely for each other’s interests. Through it all, they grew closer and were finally able to be public about their marriage.

Anakin was much more clingy with Y/n than he had ever been. She never left his side practically, and whenever she did he was always on high alert to make sure no creeps tried to make their way towards her.

One particular night, Anakin and Y/n were out at a party Palpatine had thrown in celebration of the downfall of the Order. Anakin was talking with some of his newer friends, while Y/n walked over to the bar to get a drink.

She sat down at the bar, resting her chin on her hand as she waited in silence. A few moments passed and the seat to her right was taken up. She flicked her eyes over to look, then turned back towards the bar.

“Hello, gorgeous,” the man smirked, leaning closer to her. Y/n scoffed and turned, “Hello?” she mumbled. “Something you need?”

“You to come home with me.” he winked, taking a swig of his drink.

Y/n fought back a laugh, “As if I’d come home with someone like you. I’m not interested.” she turned back around, wishing to give no more attention to the stranger.

“C’mon, doll. I promise I’ll give you a good time~” he flirted and touched her arm, his words slurred from the alcohol.

She recoiled from his touch and sneered at him, “Dont touch me!” she snapped, inching more towards the left.

“Feisty,” he chuckled lowly, “I love feisty women.”

“I-“

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Anakin’s loud, menacing voice struck the man frozen. He gulped and turned, his eyes widening, “L-Lord Vader-“

Without a second of hesitation, Anakin moved his hand up and started to choke him using the force. His eyes widened and he grabbed his throat, choking, “L-Lord Vader, please I wasn’t-“

Anakin moved him toward him with the force, hoisting him up in the air as the entire bar fell silent to watch. He squeezed his neck tighter and furrowed his eyebrows more, clenching his jaw, “Don’t you ever go near my wife again, do you understand me?”

Y/n tried as hard as she could to pull her mind out of the gutter, but she couldn’t help but feel very turned on by the sight in front of he - her angry husband using his infamous force choke. She pressed her legs together in hopes to alleviate the arousal growing, to no avail.

Anakin quickly moved his hand to the right and the man went flying into the wall, his dead body smacking against the wall leaving a small indent. Anakin huffed angrily and smoothed down his robes, looking back up at the shocked crowd. “Sith business. Go back to your drinks.”

Everyone immediately went back to what they were doing, not wanting to piss off the already livid Sith Lord any more than he already was.

Anakin began to walk over towards Y/n, and she bit her lip in anticipation. He sat where the creeper sat and he rest his hand on her thigh and creeped it up her skirt slowly, “We’re going home right now.” he moved his hand up and flicked his finger across her underwear slowly, looking at her darkly, “understand me?”

Y/n nodded quickly and bit her lip, taking in a sharp breath and feeling very small next to the tall, menacing man she called her husband. “Y-Yes daddy...” she spoke softly. He smirked, knowing she only called him that when she was very, very turned on.

“That’s right baby.” he leaned in, teasing his lips closely to hers and chuckled, moving his finger more firmly against her clit through her underwear, “You belong to me and me only.” he pressed his lips firmly against hers, capturing her in a heated kiss.

She whimpered softly and kissed him back, gripping the seat tightly to keep her composure so she didn’t strip him down right then and there.

“We’re going home right now,” he snapped suddenly, pulling on her arm firmly but not enough to hurt her, making her stand up. She bit her lip and followed him, grabbing onto his arm as he guided them outside. “I’m never leaving you alone again. No one is allowed to go near you.”

“I didn’t do anything-“

“You didn’t, no,” Anakin sighed, walking past one of his troopers, “Trooper, fly us home,” he mumbled and the trooper nodded, “Yes, Lord Vader.”

Anakin turned to Y/n and looked at her darkly, making her heartbeat speed up from just the look alone. “I just want to remind you who you belong to.”

~*~

As soon as Anakin and Y/n got home, he brought her straight to their grand bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind them and instantly pressed her against the wall, pushing his hands against her head, making her gulp from his intimidating stature.

“You are in so much trouble, Angel,” Anakin spoke darkly, stroking her cheek with his hand, smirking. “I-I didn’t-“

“Still. You needed to be reminded as to who owns you,” Anakin captured her lips in a heated kiss, making her whimper softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged at the ends of his hair, deepening the kiss as Anakin growled.

Swiftly, he moved his hands behind her back and picked her up, not breaking the kiss as he pressed her down on the bed.

She let out a small noise as he moved his hands up to squeeze her breasts as he kissed her harder, moving his hands down to slide her dress off slowly.

“A-Anakin, please just..”

“Patience, sweetheart,” Anakin smirked and got her dress fully off, immediately sucking on her breasts as she let out soft, faint moans as she gripped onto his back tightly.

Anakin pulled away after attacking her breasts with rough kisses and bites to take off his sith robes, throwing them to the floor as he moved his hand down to slide her underwear off; his other gloved hand pressed against her hipbone to keep her down.

“Look at you,” he spoke lowly, sliding her underwear off completely and teasingly swiping his finger inside her. “you’re dripping.”

She whined and squirmed around, trying to get back the feeling of his fingers inside her, “Ani-“

“Stop squirming,” he gripped her hipbone tighter and spread her legs apart further, stroking himself slowly as he chuckled down at his desperate wife. He leaned down and kissed her deeply as he thrust himself inside her slowly, stretching her fully out as she gasped, “Anakin!”

He growled lowly and started to thrust roughly into her, gripping her hips tighter as she moaned louder, “Fuck, just like that!”

He kissed her neck softly in contrast to his rough thrusts, losing himself in the feeling of her tightening around him tighter by the second.

“God, you feel like heaven...” he moaned into her neck, noticing her voice get breathier as she moaned louder.

“A-Ani, p-please, im so close...” she moaned louder, gripping his back tighter as he moved his hand down to rub her quickly, thrusting into her as hard as he could, “Let go... c’mon Angel, let go...”

After a moment, the knot snapped she came undone intensely, squirming and moaning loudly as it washed through her. He found his high and helped them ride them through, slowing his thrusts down until he pulled out and laid beside her.

He wrapped his large, muscular arms around her smaller frame and sighed heavily, kissing her hair, “I love you. I don’t want to ever lose you.”

Y/n hummed softly and hugged him back, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, “I love you. You won’t ever lose me,” she replied.

“All of this... all of this is for you. For us. So wet could be happy,” Anakin sighed, playing with her hair gently.

“I know. And i’m so thankful,” she pecked his lips softly. “I’m so glad I can rule beside you, my love.”

if anyone else has any ideas please send them in, i’m having a bit of writers block atm ugh 🥺

im always taking requests, so make sure to send in any to my ask box! 💘

padme x anakin x reader when’re the reader is a little self conscious about her appearance but the reassure her that they love her no matter what? (it’s totally fine if you’re not comfortable writing it!)

Sure! I don’t write polyamorous relationships, but I hope that this is at least somewhat of what you asked!

Insecurities - Anakin x Reader x Padme

Warnings: None

Words: 1k

Extra info: Anakin and Padme are in a relationship and Y/n is the only one that knows, and is very jealous. ALSO!!! YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! Never compare yourself to someone else. 💘 remember, hate leads to suffering. that includes self hate too. oh yeah, reader is a little tad bit gay for padme but tbh who isn’t

~*~

Y/n fought back tears as she saw her two best friends be all happy and in love together. Truth was, she was in love with Anakin since he was a little kid - but he was too star struck by Padme to look at her in any romantic way. Not only that, but she thought Padme was the most beautiful girl in the world - and wished she could look like her more than anything.

So to see who she thought was the most beautiful girl ever be in love with her longtime crush seriously crushed her. She couldn’t stand it anymore and ran away to hide in the bathroom, needing to take a breather.

She slammed the door shut and leaned against the doorframe, falling to her knees and crying. She never had anyone to bring up her confidence - so it was broken easily as it had just been minutes ago.

She began to cry as she realized that she would never truly have a chance with Anakin. She wasn’t pretty enough for him.

She and Anakin were sent to protect the Senator since she was trying to be murdered - so naturally the old friends grew close again, leaving Y/n to third wheel. Hard.

She stood up after a good few minutes of crying, seeing the mirror and immediately being disgusted by what she saw.

Your eyes aren’t the beautiful brown that Padme has. Your hair isn’t as curly and shiny as hers. Your hair is too short. You’re too (skin color). You’re too fat. Your nose is too big, your lips are too small. Your eyebrows are horrendous.

You are disgusting.

I hate you.

The longer she looked, the more she hated herself. She knew feelings were a path to the dark side, so she had tried for years to desperately forget about her insecurities. But being around Padme maximized them tenfold.

She started to break down again, losing any shred of confidence she had left in her.

All she wanted was something that made her feel good. Someone to tell her she looked gorgeous. Something, anything.


But she never got it. Jedi were forbidden to love, so why would any of them ever compliment her on anything other than her skills as a Padawan learner, soon to be Jedi?

She was torn from her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. She sniffled and froze, unsure of if she should speak or not.

“Y/n. I can hear you crying... and I can sense you’re hurt.”

It was Anakin. She gulped, trying to fix her tear-stained face, “I-i’m fine Anakin,” she lied, the broken inflection in her voice giving it away.

“No, you’re not,” Anakin sighed. “Please open the door,” Padme said as well.

Great. Both people who caused the insecurities were there.

She slowly opened the door, not meeting their gaze. “What?” she asked softly.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Padme gasped, seeing how hurt she looked. She instantly brought her into a hug - and no matter how angry Y/n was, she hugged her back quickly, starting to cry again.

“I-it’s so stupid,” she mumbled, trying to stop the tears from flowing again.


Anakin wasn’t sure of what to do, so he sighed and watched Padme hug her, “Nothing is stupid, Y/n. Talk to us,” he said.

After a moment of nonstop tears, she finally was able to speak again. “I-i’m insecure,” she said softly, sniffling as Padme rubbed her back.

“About your Jedi skills?” Anakin asked. She shook her head no, “No. A-about how I look. I just hâte everything about myself. I always have. And no one has ever realized how insecure I am, and no one has tried to help me.”

Her lip quivered, embarrassed she was finally admitting that out loud. It sounded even more dumb out loud than it did in her head.

“Are you serious?” Padme sounded shocked, “Y/n, you are beautiful! Why would you feel like that?”

“It’s just...” Y/n stopped, taking a deep breath before letting everything out, “Jedi aren’t supposed to have attachments. No romantic feelings. But this guy... this stupid, stupid man... I started falling for him. But he’s in love with someone else, even though he shouldn’t.” Anakin shifted uncomfortably. “And the girl he’s in love with is so... stunning. Everything about her is perfect. I don’t know how she’s real,” Y/n sighed. “I just wish I could be as beautiful as her. As kind, as funny as her...”

“Y/n, look at me.” Anakin couched down, and held her face in his hands gently. “You are beautiful. You are so beautiful. Why can’t you see that?”

Y/n’s heart leapt in her chest. That was the first time anyone ever said that to her - let alone her crush said that to her. “No one has ever said that to me, Anakin.” she teared up again, “No one. How am I supposed to know I’m beautiful if no one has said it to me?”

“I can promise you that many people believe that way...” he strokes her cheek softly, “they just haven’t had the courage to say it to you.”

“You are beautiful inside and out, Y/n. You can’t compare yourself to someone else... it’ll be your downfall,” Padme hugged her tightly. “If I’m being honest, you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Many times I’ve been jealous of your natural beauty...” she sighed. “You don’t ever wear makeup, yet you look effortlessly beautiful. It’s not fair,” she pouted, and the two giggled. “You mean it?” Y/n sniffled, her confidence building back up.

“Yes.” she smiled, “We both do.”

Y/n smiled and pulled Anakin down for a tight hug between the three of them. She finally felt happy again - and truly beautiful for the first time in the stars know how long.

Even if Anakin didn’t like her back, hearing him call her beautiful was good enough for her. And to know that the woman she wanted to be thought she was gorgeous was the cherry on top of it all.

Y/n felt very lucky to have Anakin and Padme by her side to lift her up when she was hurt and insecure. She loved them both very much... and to know that they loved her too made her very, very happy.

Redemption - Anakin Skywalker x Reader

“If you’re up for ideas, I have one for Anakin Skywalker! The reader is under his training and they end up gaining feelings for each other. When Anakin is slowly turning to the dark side, he begins having nightmares about the future. His last dream was about the reader in TROS. In the dream, he saw that Palpatine returns and tries to lure her into the dark side. He had the same vision as Rey did when she saw herself joining the dark side, only this time, it was the reader instead of Rey. He wakes up after she says, “Don’t be afraid of who you really are.” That’s what stops him from going to the dark side.” REQ: @originalposter96

Warnings: Slight angst

Words: 2k

Extra info: The majority of this takes place in third person POV but in Anakin’s dream. On occasion it’ll be confusing cause there’s two Anakins.. one in the dream and the one dreaming it. But just keep in mind that anything italicized is the dream, and anything not is real life. italicized bold are Ani’s thoughts. I added onto the idea to include more of Ani’s downfall, so I hope it’s what you had in mind!

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The Clone Wars were dark times. Death and destruction across the entire galaxy - murder and mayhem in every corner. The Jedi were doing all they could to stop the Separatists and Count Dooku, but they could only do so much.

It seemed that, almost every battle, they would lose another Jedi Master. Of course, this was painful to say goodbye to a friend and fellow Jedi, but it hurt nobody more than it hurt Y/n L/n.

Young Y/n had been trained since she was 7 years old. She was a young orphan - and her parents were criminals. To say that the Jedi saved her life was to say the least.

Her first Master, Master Yindos, was the one who originally found her. She brought her to the Jedi Temple where the Masters agreed to start her training, since the Force was so strong with her.

Sadly, when Y/n was 14 Master Yindos was killed by Dooku during the battle to rescue Padme Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, and Obi Wan Kenobi. She had to be reassigned to a new Jedi Master, Master Ornell, whom trained her until she was 17. He sadly was killed as well during the beginning Clone Wars.

Y/n felt cursed. Each of the Masters she had both met the same fate - Masters Yindos and Ornell had both died. She begged and pleaded for Master Yoda to not give her a new Master, and to let her train to join the Jedi Service Corps. Instead, he assigned her a new Master - Master Skywalker.

Although Anakin was very adamant to accept a Padawan, he eventually warmed up to her quickly and the two became inseparable. Of course, the two of them being only a few years apart in age did complicate things a bit - because both of them thought the other was very attractive.

It wasn’t until the first time Anakin saved her from dying that they realized their feelings for each other. They tried to hide them - but eventually gave up and decided to date in secret instead.

And now, for almost a year, everything was perfect. Y/n felt that the curse had been lifted and she would finally become a Jedi Knight with Anakin as her Master.

Everything had continued to stay perfect - until Anakin’s infamous nightmares started to come back, and he started to become suspiciously close with Chancellor Palpatine.

He’d lay awake at night for hours after one, trying to figure out what they meant. After his mother’s death, any dream he had he took very literal. He wasn’t going to risk any more lives if something happened in his dreams anymore.

One night, Anakin thought he was having what seemed like a peaceful dream. But it felt different. It felt... foreign. And he wasn’t sure why.

“The wayfinder has got to be here somewhere...” a foreign voice said. “I know. I just don’t know where it could be,” Y/n replied to her. Anakin turned around and saw Y/n standing with a young girl who he did not know the name of. She wore what was reminiscent of a Jedi’s clothing, so he assumed it was a Jedi.

“I think I found something,” Anakin spoke, turning back around to a hallway from the strange ruins he was at. “I’ll go down with you, Anakin. I think the command center is down that way...” the girl spoke, nodding for Anakin to come with her.

“Keep him safe, Rey,” Y/n nudged “Rey” and she laughed lightly. “Don’t worry...” she pulled out her lightsaber and Anakin’s eyes widened.

She had his lightsaber. He touched his lightsaber hilt and picked it up, realizing it was the same as his. How could she have his lightsaber?

“He’s safe with me,” she smiled and attached it back to her hip. “C’mon.”

Anakin turned to Y/n, “Are you going to be alright angel?” he asked her, afraid to leave her. She nodded, giving him a thumbs up, “I’m fine! It’s just the ruins of the Death Star, Anakin. Everyone who worked here is long dead.”

Anakin nodded and reluctantly followed Rey.

Y/n hummed to herself softly as she looked around the dark, cold ruins when she passed by a triangular object. She gasped lowly and walked forward, grabbing it from it’s invisible hold and moved it between her fingers. She grinned, about ready to shout to Rey and Anakin when she heard a lightsaber ignite. She turned around and froze still in place, barely able to believe what she saw in front of her.

She saw herself - wrapped in a black cloak wielding a dual-edged lightsaber, smirking. She twirled the lightsaber between her fingers before speaking simply, “Y/n... don’t be afraid of who you are.”

She dropped the Wayfinder and instantly brought out her lightsaber as the dark version of herself swung to attack, blocking it. The two started dueling with each other, blocking over and over until finally Dark Y/n pins the other version of her against a wall, holding the saber threateningly close to her throat.

She struggled against her grasp as a she heard the labored machine-like breathing of a dark, looking figure. He stayed hidden in the shadows behind Dark Y/n and crossed his arms, “Good job, my sweet apprentice,” he spoke lowly. “We shall take her to the Emperor.”

“Think she knows who you are yet?” Dark Y/n smirked. Y/n gulped, what if this was the Sith Lord?

“I would hope so...” he answered, walking into the light. The tall, cloaked man stood beside Dark Rey and the sight of him fully sent chills down her spine. Half of his mask was broken, revealing half of the face of the wearer. “I would hope she would know her own husband.”

Y/n struggled more and Dark Y/n pressed the saber closer to her skin, starting to burn her neck slowly, “A-Anakin-!” she shouted, completely confused as to why her husband looked like that.

“What did you do? What happened to you?!” she choked out, screaming in pain from the burning. Anakin rest his hand on Dark Y/n’s shoulder and she moved the saber away.

“Like I said, Y/n. Don’t be afraid of who you are,” she spoke again.

Instantly, Anakin’s vision began to blur. All around him the Death Star ruins began to disappear and everything became hazy, but the loud mechanical breathing of the Dark Side Anakin blared in his ears.

The sceneries quickly switched and he was on Mustafar, alongside Y/n and Obi Wan.

“I don’t know you anymore. Anakin, you’re breaking my heart!” Y/n started to cry, “You’re going down a path I can’t follow!”

“Because of Obi Wan?” Anakin replied. He was so... angry. Anakin didn’t know why, and it scared him. He hadn’t been this angry since his mother died.

“Because of what you’ve done! What you plan to do! Stop now, and come back! Please! I love you...” her voice was so broken, so worried and scared that it frightened him. What could he have done that caused her this much pain?

The Anakin that’s stood in front of her snapped once he noticed Obi Wan Kenobi from the ship behind them, “LIAR! You’re with him! You brought him here to kill me!”

“No, Anakin-“ she started to say, then she squealed when she was lifted up and started choking. “N-NO!”

Anakin tried to scream but he couldn’t. He was frozen in place watching him choke his lover.

Then, the scenery changed again, and this time he was in a metal room with robots surrounding him. Instead this time he wasn’t a spectator in the dream - he was looking through the eyes of a charred man, laying on an operating table.

Anakin tried to look around but he couldn’t - then suddenly a searing pain ripped through his entire body. He screamed and started to flail around the best he could, but he was strapped down. He was able to look down for a moment and saw his legs had been chopped off - and replaced with metal legs. His arms were both robotic, and his head felt dizzy from all the pain he experienced at once.

He felt it all - every tool drilling through his skin, every piece of charred skin being ripped off. He felt everything.

Even after that tormenting, it did not prepare him for what came next. He looked up and saw a black mask get lowered down onto him. He tried to move but he was immobile, and the mask drew closer to him.

It covered his face and before it could lock he mustered all his strength to scream out, “Y/N HELP ME!”

But it was too late. The mask sealed, and the same horrifying mechanical breathing from earlier emitted from the mask. Anakin had just become Darth Vader.

Then, as quickly as he arrived, the world around him began to disappear again. Everything grew hazy.

Anakin tossed and he turned until suddenly, “NO!” Anakin screamed, sitting up and breathing heavily. “T-that can’t be true...” he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed heavily, “i-it cant be...”

Y/n ran back into their bedroom, fixing her robe when she saw his panicked face. “Ani? Sweetheart, what’s wrong? I heard you screaming...” she walked over and sat beside him, resting her hand on his thigh gently.

He sighed heavily and pulled her into a tight hug, fighting back tears, “I know what I have to do now.” he moved away and cupped her face with his hands, stroking her cheek gently as he looked at her with a worried expression, “I know you know I’ve been different. And I’m ready to talk about why.”

“Anakin, you’re scaring me...” Y/n frowned, holding onto his hand, “Whats going on?”

“I... started to be tempted. To fall into the Dark Side,” Anakin looked down, barely able to look her in the eyes now. “Because I wanted the power to save you from dying. Chancellor Palpatine had promised me that he would teach me that power, and he revealed himself to me as being the Sith Lord. It was him the entire time...” he sighed.

“Oh my God...” Y/n was stunned, “What are we going to do? He has total power over the Senate!”

“We’ll worry about that later, my angel. What’s important right now is the fact that I was almost fully seduced to the dark side, blinded by his lies... and the dream I just had made me realize that.”

“What happened in the dream?” she scanned his blue eyes, and noticed how scared and worn out he looked.

“You and I were looking for something called a Wayfinder. We had to go to a ruined spaceship called the Death Star to find it, and we were accompanied by a young Jedi named Rey. You found the Wayfinder, and you saw an evil version of yourself. She fought you and almost...” he looked down, taking a deep breath, “she almost killed you. And then a man in a black suit came out. He was so cold... so evil,” he winced, “...and he was me.”

“Anakin-“

“Then... I-I choked you. Nearly to death. I think, I think I did kill you, actually,” Anakin gripped the sheets with his metal hand, sighing. “I cant put you through that pain to watch me turn into a monster. I won’t let myself go down that path, and you too.” he held her hands and squeezed them gently, “I love you too much to let both of us go down a dark path.”

“Anakin, I promise none of that would ever happen.” she smiled and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his lips, “You won’t lose me to the dark side. And you won’t ever turn into a monster, Ani. I promise.”

He nodded and simply held her close to his chest, all the thoughts he had about joining the Chancellor fading away. That dream made him realize how evil the dark side really was - and all his recent dreams made sense now.

Rey was a recurring character throughout them, as were strange people by the names of Luke, Leia, and Kylo Ren. Their stories were affected by Anakin’s choice to become that man, and he was going to make it absolutely certain that he would never, ever turn into that monster.

Keep Quiet for Me - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (SMUT)

Prompt: reader and anakin are both jedis and they get sent on a mission together and they’ve been a part for a little while on different missions so they’re excited. but both of their padawans are sent with them so they have to pretend like everything is normal until the padawans go to bed and reader is trying to fly the ship, but it’s been too long and anakin can’t restrain himself anymore and they fuck on the ship but have to be quiet about it so they don’t get caught. REQ. BY: @dream—words

Warnings: SMUT, like literally just sinful, cursing, choking

Words: 2.5k

Remember to leave requests! My anon ask is now enabled :) Story below the cut xx (not my gif)

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“About time you two got here, General L/n,” Anakin smirked, watching her and her Padawan Solei walk up to the launch bay.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, “General Skywalker. Good to see you again. You too, Snips,” Y/n walked up and pat Ahsoka’s shoulder gently, smiling as she nodded to Anakin. He nodded back and smiled, the both of them wishing they could just kiss each other hello but both knowing they couldn’t.

“Solei, you and Ahsoka are going to be working very closely during this mission. It’s important that you learn to adapt and work well with other people besides your Master,” Y/n turned to the Padawans, the four of them entering into their ship. “What about you and General Skywalker?” her padawan asked.

Y/n and Anakin exchanged a quick glance, then he spoke up, “We’ll be working... more closely on this mission. You will observe how well we work together and you both will learn to work as a team as well. This is a learning experience for you both just as much as it is an important mission.”

“Yes, Master,” they both said. The four enter the ship and walk into the bridge, the Padawans turning to talk to some of the clones outside as Y/n and Anakin surround the circular holographic table.

“Lucky for us... the planet that the Separatists are currently trying to target is all the way on the opposite end of the outer rim. We have a long ways ahead of us,” Anakin frowned.

“Lucky indeed...” Y/n mumbled, looking to make sure none of the Clones were looking over at them. Quickly, she snuck her hand under the table and grabbed Anakin’s free hand. He trailed his eyes from the table to their hands, then to her face that adorned a smirk and he chuckled.

He squeezed their hands gently and brought her hand up to kiss it gently, “I missed you, my love.”

“I missed you more, Ani,” she grinned, her heart fluttering. Just the smallest of gestures always had her heart racing.

“I’m so glad we finally have another mission together. It’s been months since we’ve actually had time to ourselves...” Anakin spoke lowly, rubbing his thumb over her fingers gently.

“Tell me about it,” she sighed, moving closer to hug Anakin as she rest her head on his shoulder. “It’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not,” Anakin sighed, hugging her tighter. “We’ll have plenty of time to be cute and catch up, and as much as I love you cuddling me, we have a job to do,” he frowned.

Y/n nodded and pulled back right as some more Clones came walking in, along with their Padawans. Ahsoka and Solei were already close - they’d been on so many missions together already they were basically the next generation of Obi Wan and Anakin.

“We’re ready for take off, sir,” Commander Rex spoke up. Anakin nodded, “Alright. Lets fly this out and get the hell outta here,” he mumbled, standing up to sit in the main pilot seat.

“Ah, Master Yoda let you fly us? How lucky,” Y/n leaned over his seat and chuckled as he swatted her away playfully, “Consider yourself very lucky. Best flyer in the whole galaxy flying us today.”

“Trust me, I know I’m very lucky,” she winked and stood up, walking back over to the holographic table.

~*~

After a long 2 days of fighting General Grievous’ army and a whole bunch of sexual tension between Anakin and Y/n, it was finally time to head home.

The four were headed back to the ship when Ahsoka yawned loudly, “Master, if it’s okay I would like to head right to bed...” she spoke softly, weariness evident in her voice.

Anakin nodded, “Of course, Snips. Go for it.”

“Can I go to bed too, Master?” Solei looked up at Y/n and she nodded, smiling, “Of course. You both fought amazingly.”

“More like saved your asses from getting kidnapped...” Ahsoka snickered and Solei couldn’t help but laugh alongside her. Anakin rolled his eyes, “Once! You did that once, Ahsoka! And I wasn’t going to get kidnapped I was just... cornered,” he spoke quickly.

Y/n giggled, “If you mean literally being dragged by those bots, then yes Anakin, you were cornered.” Everyone except Anakin laughed and Y/n nudged his shoulder gently, “C’mon, Skyguy. Lighten up.”

“I told you, not to call me that, sweetheart,” Anakin “jokingly” called her, narrowing his eyes. “You know you love it, babe,” she joked back.

“Gross,” Ahsoka grumbled, “this is where I bail. Night, Masters,” she sneaked past the two and Solei followed her.

Anakin waited until they were fully gone and made sure no one was watching before he pressed her against the wall and kissed her heatedly. Her eyes widened and she kissed him back momentarily before snapping out of it and pushing him away reluctantly, “Anakin! Someone could’ve seen us!” she scolded.

He rolled his eyes and kissed her again, cupping her cheeks with his large hands, “Don’t act like you don’t want to kiss me, Y/n. I saw how you were looking at me all weekend.”

She kissed him back and pulled away again. “Trust me, Ani. I want to so bad. But we could get caught,” she bit her lip, his dark lusty gaze causing her second heartbeat to beat quickly.

He moved his fingers under her chin and stroked her jawline slowly, kissing her again, “Then let’s not get caught.”

“A-Ani,” she moaned softly into the kiss, when they heard oncoming footsteps. She quickly used all her strength to push him off right as Commander Rex was walking around the corner, “There you two are. My men and I are going to rest up. Would it be alright if you two stayed on the bridge and piloted while the pilots finish resting?” he asked, taking his helmet off.

Anakin shifted and Y/n answered for him, “That’s fine, Rex. Get some rest, you fought well today. You deserve it.”

“As do you, Generals. See you in the morning.” he nodded to the two and put his helmet back on, turning to walk down the halls again.

Anakin grumbled as Y/n walked into the bridge, shutting the door behind them. Anakin slipped past her and snuck over to the door’s control panel.

“I’m sorry, Anakin. I really want a moment alone too, but we have a job to do still...” she sighs. “Maybe once we get home we can try.” she walks over to one of the seats and traces her fingertips across the seat, turning to see Anakin. “You gonna help me pilot this thing, love?”

“In a minute,” he mumbled, his face buried within the door’s control panel doing God knows what.

Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed the chair back, sitting down and beginning to pilot it. Thankfully, there wasn’t really any evident danger - so it was for the most part smooth sailing.

She hummed softly to herself when she heard a faint electrical zap, her eyes widening and turning around, “Ani? What did you blow up?”

“Nothing!” he chuckled, walking over to her with his hands raised. “Just fixed the door, that’s all.”

“I didn’t realize it was broken,” she murmured, turning her attention to the endless sea of stars in front of her. “Too bad our ship got damaged... a jump to light speed would come in handy right about now,” she huffed, leaning back in her chair.

Anakin said nothing and moved the chair backwards, making her turn her head to look at her husband, “What are you up to?” she smirked, watching him.

“Wouldn’t you love to know?” he spoke lowly, pushing it farther backwards as he knelt down in front of the chair.

“Anakin...” she raised a brow, watching him. “What are-“

“Shh. Just... keep quiet,” he chuckled, running his hands up her thighs teasingly.

She gulped and took in a sharp breath, watching him intensely, “Anakin-“

“I said keep quiet,” his gaze turned more stern as he moved his hand up her skirt, grazing the top of her leggings as he pulled them down slowly.

She gripped the seat’s arm rest and tried to move her legs away, but he pulled them right back, “Easy, girl. I’ve got you,” he chuckled, sliding her leggings and underwear off.

She looked down at him confusedly, and her breath hitched when she felt his hand tease her sensitive skin.

“N-not here-“

“I fixed the doors, remember?” he winked, keeping eye contact with her as he slowly started to rub her clit to tease her. “Keep piloting.”

“O-oh, you fucking... mmmh-!” she gasped softly and rest her head back, letting out a soft moan from his gentle touches.

“Damn,” he chuckled, moving his finger slower, “I’ve barely even touched you and youre already moaning.”

“S-shut up,” she gulped, trying to keep her attention on making sure the ship didn’t crash into any enemies or a planet.

He raised a brow and teased his fingers at her entrance, then smirked, “Damn, babygirl. Look at that... you’re already dripping.”

“I-if you’re going to do that, don’t tease m-me-“ she stammered, gripping the arm rest tighter as she let out a soft moan when he pushed his fingers inside her.

“Maybe if you’d keep quiet and focused, I’d give you a reward,” he winked at her and pumped his fingers slowly, pushing farther into her core each time.

She shuddered in pleasure and bit her lip to force herself to keep quiet, keeping her eyes fixated on the sea of stars ahead of her.

He continued to ease his fingers into her for a moment to see if she stayed silent and she did, so he removed his fingers slowly so he didn’t hurt her and pushed her skirt up.

She let out a sigh and glanced down, gasping softly when he pulled on her hips to bring her closer to him. He moved his hands up her thighs gently to tease her skin and moved his head down to lick her folds slowly to tease her.

She squealed softly and covered her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she moved her hand from the control panel to her lover’s long hair.

“O-oh, f-fuck...!” she stammered as his fingers pushed her apart further, licking every inch he could with his tongue. He moaned into her as she tugged on his hair, trying so hard to stay quiet as her legs started to shake softly.

“A-Ani...” her eyes rolled back as she moaned, starting to grind her hips gently against his mouth and nose as he chuckled, sucking roughly on her clit.

The pleasure built and built and he showed no signs of stopping as she gripped his hair tighter, gasping for air, “A-Anakin...! I-I’m s-so-“ she stammered, and he pressed against her clit to send her right into her high.

She whimpered and bit down on her hand, her chest heaving as she struggled to stop the moans from spilling out, “F-FUCK!” she squealed into her hand.

Anakin chuckled and helped her ride it out before standing back up, wiping his mouth off with his hand and smirking, “There. See what happens when you listen to Master?”

Y/n breathed in and out softly and nodded, completely flustered and she sat up from the seat, turning auto pilot on.

“Don’t walk away from me, Skywalker,” she walked up to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him back to face her. He raised a brow and she crashed her lips onto his, “I’m not done with you, yet.”

“Y/n...” he let out a low growl and pressed himself further into her, and she felt his member press against her.

She parted from the kiss to lead him to one of the closets on the bridge, pushing him inside and shutting the door behind her as she kissed him heatedly.

He smirked and immediately started to strip her down, and she did the same.

There was barely any light in the closet - which made it nearly impossible to see Anakin completely. She only saw the outline of his figure as his hands moved to kiss her deeply again, trailing his other hand to move her skirt off and let it fall to the floor.

Before either of them realized if, they were completely naked. Anakin chuckled lowly and pressed her firmly against the wall, spreading her knees apart gently, “Too bad I cant see your beautiful face when I fuck you so hard, darling...” he kissed her neck as he lined himself up at her entrance, kissing her lips to hush her as he pushed himself in her slowly to not hurt her.

She moaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pushing him in faster and her legs shook softly, still a little numb from her high from earlier.

She let out an eager moan as his mouth left her lips to suck hickeys across her neck, holding onto her hipbone as he began to thrust deeply into her, growling into her neck, “Shit, darling... you feel so good...”

“You feel b-better, Anakin...” she moaned softly, her eyes rolling back as she rolled her hips against his, intensifying the pleasure for her.

Her hands raked down his back as her nails dug into his skin, and she let out a little too loud of a moan into his ear.

He moved his hand up and covered her mouth, moving his other hand to grasp her neck firmly but not enough to hurt her, stroking the side of her neck with his thumb gently, “Sweetheart, you have to keep quiet for me, okay? As much as I love those gorgeous moans, we can’t get caught...”

Y/n nodded and fought back another loud moan as he pressed right against her spot, arching her back into him as she gripped his back tighter, “R-RIGHT THERE! r-right there, p-please dont stop-!” she moaned into his hand, panting heavy.

Anakin thrust deeper into her, completely stretching and filling her up as he let out low growls into her neck, his hands roaming her body.

Soon, they began to lose themselves in each other as both their highs approached, “Y-you close sweetheart?” Anakin breathed, barely able to hold it in. She nodded and bit her lip, her moans getting higher pitched, “Y-yes-! f-fuck, please im so close...”

Anakin moved his hand down and started to rub her quickly to send her straight into her high. With a few final thrusts, they both came undone and fought back loud moans as the euphoric feeling they were starved of for so long washed over them.

He helped them ride it both out before stopping, resting his forehead against hers and he breathed in and out heavily. He stroked her cheek softly before capturing her lips in a heated, yet loving kiss, “God, I love you Y/n...”

“I love you too, Ani...” she smiled softly, kissing him back as her hands moved up the back of his neck slowly, “I wish we didn’t have to hide like this.”

“We won’t. Not for much longer. I promise.” he kissed her forehead, pulling her close to his chest.

“I promise.”

currently finishing up my first request! i’m excited for this one but i think i’m getting a liiiittle too carried away with the smut haha 😅

Anakin Skywalker - NSFW A-Z alphabet

as I am currently scraping the bottom of the barrel for ideas i thought... eh. what the hell. might as well give this a shot :) please leave some ideas or requests! 💘

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Anakin is very gentle after sex. He’ll make sure to cuddle you gently until you’ve recovered from your high, then immediately get up to help you clean yourself up.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Anakin loves your hands. They’re the only thing he can touch on a regular basis since you have to keep your relationship hidden - so in public, it’s hands. Behind closed doors though... he adores your ass. You, on the other hand, can never keep your hands off his biceps and abs. You loved every little scar that lined his abdomen and every muscle on his biceps.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Anakin would almost always have your cum on his fingers at least at some point. He loves pleasuring you first, so the likelihood of him not having your cum on his lips or fingers is small. One of his dirty secrets, however, is his favorite place to see his cum on you...

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

...his dirty secret is he loves seeing his cum dripping down your chin from your mouth. He loves pleasuring you, but he loves getting sucked off, too.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Anakin and you were both virgins - so no, you both didn’t know what you were doing. But you both quickly picked up the more you two had sex, and he is certainly experienced now.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves when you’re laying on your back and your legs are lifted up, wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you. Or, if he’s feeling lazy and wants you to do all the work, he’ll have you ride him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

The first couple of times definitely had their fair share of laughs. Now, it’s mainly super serious - and Anakin is extremely sexual and dominant which usually leaves no time for laughs.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself pretty well groomed, as do you. It doesn’t bother the other person if there’s hair - it’s natural, so what’s the big deal? Though, he secretly loves it when you’re completely bare.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Anakin is always super in the moment. He always has his hands on you when he’s thrusting into you, glancing down to make sure you’re okay and squeeze your hands gently if you start to whimper in pain at all.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Once this boy got a taste of it, he couldn’t give it up. Both of you being Generals in the War meant that you both had to be separated, and desperate times call for desperate measures if the other person isn’t there...

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves tying you up. Though he’d never say that to your face, you knew how much he loved it. It brought him so much excitement to see you restrained, struggling to touch him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bed. Though, if you both are impatient, the couch is always a second best. Maybe even the wall if they’re really feeling desperate.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You in general turns Anakin on. The way you acted with such grace and beauty in the face of war completely turns him on each and every time. The thrill of not knowing if you could get a moment alone does, too, because when they’re in public is she Anakin’s dirty mind gets the better of him. You two sneak off pretty often... it’s a shocker no one has guessed yet.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never purposefully hurt you. When he was really angry one day, he spanked you and immediately felt very guilty afterwards cause he hurt his precious angel. After you explained you liked it he started to warm up to the idea of being more physically rough, but a part of him still worried he’d hurt you since he doesn’t know his own strength most of the time.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves receiving, but he also loves giving. He loves gripping your thighs as you squirm around a moaning mess, forcing you back down as he moans into you, “Don’t move, princess. Be a good girl...”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on the mood, but usually slow but rough in the end. If he’s not in one of his sexual moods, it’s definitely taken slowly. But the majority of the time, it’s fast and rough since you barely have enough time alone for a slow session.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are basically how you make it through the time apart. If you’re on a mission and have time alone, you bet he’ll pull you into a cabinet and fuck you until he has to cover your mouth you’re screaming so loud.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves experimenting, and has introduced a few ideas as well. One of his personal favorites was using the Force to pleasure you while his hands focused on other parts of your body.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

If you had the time, rounds upon rounds. However, normally you’d opt for just 2, maybe 3 depending on how needy you two are. But normally it’s around 2.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not usually. Anakin once found your vibrator and used it against you in the best way possible, but neither of you have bought anything since. It’s another risk that, if someone found them, they’d get caught.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This little shit loves to tease you, it’s his way of “edging you on” to make your orgasms as intense as possible.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s pretty vocal. You always know you’re doing a good job because, whenever you’re sucking him off or riding him, he won’t shut up. Neither will you, to be fair.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

There have been times that Anakin has had wet dreams about you. Since his nightmares are always so vivid, so are his normal dreams including his wet ones. If he wakes up after having a wet dream, he certainly lets you know the second you wake up so you can take care of his... “problem.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a bit bigger than average, but definitely not shy of being very big. They don’t call him Darth Daddy for nothing, after all.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Extremely, extremely, and i mean EXTREMELY high. It’s a wonder how you two survive - his hands and lips are always on you any time they can be.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always makes sure you fall asleep first, but the first time you rode him he was already so exhausted from the intense high you gave him that he passed out immediately.

oopsies. accidentally reblogged a sims 3 thing on here lmao

im currently working on some ani stories, so if you have any requests send them in xx

oh my god. i’m fucking melting. i can just imagine this. he had a horrible mission that day, so he came back to you so he could get his mind off things. he throws off the cloak like that and just instantly runs over to you and grabs you and kisses you deeply and i just- i need to write this now

Only Mine - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (smut)

Warnings: Smut, slight sexual harassment but not from Anakin, oral (reader recieves), piv sex, finger fucking, unprotected sex

Words: 2.8k

Summary: Y/n is sent on a mission to seduce one of General Grievous workers, which gets Anakin completely and undeniably jealous.

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Y/n knew from the start that this mission would be dangerous in many ways. First of all, she was asked to go undercover to seduce one of the captains under General Grievous’ rule in order to capture him.

Under any normal circumstance, this would be fine. Sure, it would be nerve wracking - the man was infamously known for taking any chance he got with a woman, going farther than a true gentleman would. Not only that, but Y/n was married. In secret, of course, so nobody could’ve guessed she wasn’t the right woman for the job.

But she wasn’t just secretly married to any random man - she was secretly married to the Chosen One, Anakin Skywalker, who was always quick to tell someone when he didn’t agree with their judgement.

Of course, even before Y/n tried, Anakin was the first one to try and convince Windu that this was a bad idea. But no matter how desperate his pleads were, Y/n was still required to go through with the mission.

Hours before, Y/n stood in one of the bathrooms on the ship, dressing in a particularly showy outfit that she certainly felt self conscious in. If it was for Anakin, that would be a different story. But she had to look sexual specifically to seduce Zentah, no matter how uncomfortable it made her.

“You look beautiful, Y/n,” Anakin spoke softly, sneaking into the bathroom. Y/n let out a small squeal and turned around, clutching her necklace and sighing. “Ani, you scared me!”

“I’m sorry, my love,” he frowned. “I had to find a way to see you in secret before the mission. Are you... feeling okay?” He tried to keep his eyes firmly fixed on her face, but they couldn’t help but wander down her exposed body as a faint smirk toyed with his lips.

“My eyes are up here, Skywalker,” she smirked, pecking his lips very faintly to tease him.

“Come here,” he let out a low growl, gripping her hips to pull her close to his chest. She giggled softly and pressed her hands on his chest, pushing herself back, “Ah ah. Hands off.”

“You just look so irresistible,” he spoke lowly, pulling her back and mumbling in her ear in faint tones, “too bad I can’t take you right here.”

She closed her eyes and fought back a soft whimper at his words, mustering all her self control to keep her emotions in check and focus on the task at hand. No matter how alluring her husband was being, she couldn’t risk getting caught doing - never mind.

She shook her head softly and pecked his lips gently, cupping his cheek with her hand, “As much as I want you too, I have a job to do, sweetheart.”

Anakin tried to play off his disappointment with a single nod, but she recognized the pouty lips instantly and hit his arm playfully, “Don’t even try and use your pouty face on me!”

Anakin laughed and kissed her forehead softly, “Worth a shot. Just please, PLEASE don’t do anything too sexual with him. The fact I have to be on the same ship while you work your magic already frustrates me,” he grumbled, his cheeks reddening softly from embarrassment over his jealousy.

“Anakin, you are my husband and only you are. Anything I do today is for the good of the Republic, and for the war to be won in our favor. If we can sack him, that’s one less goon of Grievous’ to worry about,” Y/n assured him, running her hands up his biceps slowly. Though hidden under his general attire, she still felt them tense under her touch.

“Good.” Anakin leaned down and captured her lips in a tender and soft, yet meaningful kiss. “I’ll see you when we finally catch the bastard.”

~*~ time skip ~*~

Y/n was completely uncomfortable with how far they were getting. She knew she was walking on thin ice with him - and that was made perfectly clear when he brought her to his bedroom. This was the plan of course - that was where Anakin’s brigade would capture him. But she hadn’t expected this.

“You were just so beautiful, I couldn’t resist,” Zentah spoke lowly, walking towards her as Y/n instinctively backed up slowly. “We shouldn’t jump into anything too quickly,” Y/n replied softly, trying to play off her nervousness with a smile.

“But where’s the fun in that, little girl?” he stroked her cheek and she closed her eyes, leaning away from his touch as his other hand trailed up her body and squeezed her ass.


“Please get here soon, Anakin,” she thought to herself, afraid she bit off more than she could chew here. How could she get out of this if Anakin’s squadron was late?

“I-I don’t think-“

“Now, now. As much as I love that sexy voice, let me do all the talking...” he began to kiss her cheek, and trail it down her jawline slowly. Y/n let out a soft whimper, a gentle plea for him to stop but he didn’t.

Instead, he gripped her hips and began to lay her down on the bed, his lips getting dangerously close to hers. She tilted her head away and tried pushing him off, but his grip was too strong on her body.

“S-stop-“

“Let me help you with this,” he smirked, trailing his hands to unzip the back of her dress.

“N-no-!” Y/n gasped, trying to grab at his arms to get him to stop. But he already worked her upper half out of the dress. The deep valley of her breasts were showing, threatening to spill out from the tightness of her push-up bra. To say that Padme went a little too far with her outfit was to say the least.

“I don’t want this! Not yet, Zentah,” she corrected herself, her voice quavering from nerves.

It wasn’t like she’s never had sex before - she had been with Anakin many, many times. But this was a total stranger who she secretly loathed... the circumstances were completely different.

She kept eyeing the door, hoping and praying that her savior would walk through any second and save her from the embarrassment and shame.

“I don’t care, doll,” he stroked her jawline lowly and started to kiss down her neck, moving dangerously close to her breasts, “you’re mine now.”

Her breathing picked up and she tried to squirm away - right as his door opened and in came a brigade of Clones, lead by non-other than her husband, Anakin.

She turned and faced him and her heart leapt in her chest at the sight of him coming to save her.

Zentah jumped off of her and raised his hands up as a few of the clones surrounded him.

“Zentah Brithe, you are under arrest and being brought in for investigation for working with the enemy,” General Skywalker flicked his lightsaber on to taunt him, the brilliant blue reflecting in Zentah’s scared eyes as he was handcuffed. “You are no friend to the Republic anymore, you coward.”

“And as for you,” Anakin mumbled lowly, turning to the bed to look at his wife nearly half naked. Y/n averted her gaze once she realized how dark it had become, how angry and hurt he looked.

She had a bad feeling about this - this wasn’t going to end well.

~*~

Anakin speed walked them to his room, and making sure no one was around, pulled her into his room. He slammed the door shut with the Force which frightened Y/n, jumping slightly.

“What the hell?” he suddenly snapped, turning on his heel to face her.

Y/n gulped, “Why are you angry Anakin?”

“Why do you think!” he shouted, gripping his fingers into a tight fist, “You told me you wouldn’t do anything!”

“And I didn’t!” Y/n replied, stunned he was even angry over this, “he came onto me! He tried to kiss me, not the other way around!”

“That’s not what it looked like to me,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “You were half naked, looking up at him like you were about to kiss him.”

“Anakin, he was going to rape me!” she shouted, hurt that he didn’t trust her, “he started kissing ME when I told him I didn’t want this. He undressed ME and I tried to grab his hands to stop, and he didn’t let me. He-“

Y/n was cut off by a deep, hurried kiss from Anakin. Her eyes fluttered close as he caressed her cheeks with his large hands, making the kiss more heated the longer it went on.

“Anakin-“ Y/n spoke out of breath, before being cut off by a short, hurried kiss, “Don’t talk,” Anakin spoke lowly, trailing his hands down her cheek to her arms, “Let me do this.”

Though she was still on edge from Zentah, she relaxed from his kisses and gripped his biceps to keep her upright.

He held her close to him and tapped her hipbone twice gently, their own little sign to signal her to jump so he didn’t have to stop kissing her. She obliged snd jumped up, and he quickly grabbed her ass to keep her upright.

Swiftly, he moved them to his bed, pressing her down onto it softly as laid on top of her.

He trailed his kisses down from her lips to her jawline, and then her sweet spot.

She let out a soft moan in response, trailing her hands up his back slowly.

He smirked at the noise and trailed his kisses down her body slowly, starting to strip off her usual Jedi clothes slowly.

She blushes softly and watches him, moving her hands up to slide off his cloak.

Once he had pulled her robes down, he smiled softly and pressed soft kisses to her chest, trailing his hands very softly down her body.


She shivered from his touch, biting her lip as he moves his hands behind her back, unhooking her bra.

He slid it off and, because of what happened earlier that day, she moved her arms to cover her breasts, blushing lightly and turning away.

He frowned, kissing her lips softly to make her look at him. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled against her lips, moving his hand down her body again. He pressed his lips onto the valley of her breasts, making her ache for his touch. “Anakin,” she mumbled softly, her eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of his soft lips against her skin.

She had to bite down on her lip to suppress a moan when he moved his mouth down to take her right nipple into his mouth. She gasped softly and tried to grab at his back as he sucked gently on it. He moved to her other nipple and sucked it and licked it, moving his other finger to stroke her other one.

She closed her eyes and moans very softly, knowing she can’t be loud in case someone heard them.

Quickly, he moved down to her underwear and toyed with it for a moment, causing her to squirm to try and get him to take it off quicker.

He chuckled and slid it off slowly, moving down her body slowly as he kissed from her belly down to her thighs. She shivered in anticipation and watched him with big, lusty eyes as he slowly moved his lips to her aching core.

He finally moved her thighs apart a little more and moved his head down and pressed a soft kiss to her core, causing her to gasp and throw her head back in response.

“A-Ani,” she stammered, taken by surprise with his actions in the best way. Anakin smirked and moved her thighs apart further, kissing up and down her folds slowly.

Her eyes rolled back and she whimpered, unintentionally bucking her hips closer to his mouth. He chuckled and pulled her even closer to him, pumping his tongue into her slowly as her hand flew to her mouth to keep herself quiet.

She whimpered in pleasure as his thumb moved up to her clit, stroking it slowly as her breathing picked up more and more, making it increasingly difficult to keep quiet.

His tongue was working magic to her, doing things to her that she didn’t know were possible. She moved her hand up his back and tugged roughly on his long curls, causing him to let out a groan into her which sent more shivers up her spine.

“O-oh god... A-Anakin-!” she gasped, slowly starting to feel her high build. He smirked and moved his head to suck and lick on her clit, as he pressed his fingers into her slowly, teasingly.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” he spoke lowly and breathily, too focused on pleasuring her to move his lips away, sending more vibrations through her. She nodded and whimpered more, tugging on his hair again, “y-yes...! please, don’t stop...”

“Never, darling,” he mumbled into her, sucking more and pumping his fingers faster, curling his fingers deep inside her.

She squealed and covered her mouth, moaning louder as she fell to the edge, “A-Anakin-!” she squealed, “I’m s-so close...” she stammered, her breathing growing erratic.

He smirked and licked and sucked on her clit more and more, pumping her faster, “Let go, darling... let go...”

Almost instantly her eyes rolled back and her body jolted, finally finding her release and she moaned loudly into her hand, squirming around in pleasure, “Anakin!” she moaned into her hand, her breathing out of control.

Anakin helped her ride it through, removing his fingers slowly and kissing up her body again.

As she recovered from her high, she looked up at him through half lidded eyes, still yearning for more, and she could tell he was desperate for a release, too.

“I need you, sweetheart,” Anakin played with her hair gently, kissing her deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her closer.

She felt his length press firmly against her core and she whimpered again, throwing her head back, “I need you too, please...” she gasped, feeling him press more against her.

He sat up straight and positioned himself, rubbing her hipbone softly to calm her down, “You ready?”

She nodded, pushing her hips up cause she was so desperate for friction. He chuckled and pressed her hips down, smirking, “So desperate...” he slowly pressed himself in, letting out a low growl of relief.

“So wet for me...” he mumbled, resting his head in her neck as he kissed it gently, beginning to thrust in and out slowly.

She whimpered and her eyes rolled back gently from his hips, holding onto his back tightly, “F-fuck, Ani... you feel so good,” she moaned.

“You feel better...” his hands roamed her body as he sped up his hips, thrusting into her at a quick pace, going deep into her, stretching her out.

She felt him everywhere, which sent her mind into a dizzy haze. Her senses were on high alert - her entire body burning with desire and pleasure, trying to get closer to him.

He moved his head to kiss her heatedly, cupping her cheeks with both hands as he thrust deeper, causing her to moan into his mouth. He growled in response and went faster, he absolutely loved the power he had over her.

“J-Just like that,” she moaned softly, blushing deeply as she trailed her eyes across his body. From his gorgeous face to his large biceps and toned chest, she was completely in awe at over how lucky she got.

“That feel good, baby? Hmm?” he smirked against her lips, taking her bottom lip between his teeth. She whimpered into his mouth and nodded slowly, burning with euphoria.

Soon, they both had reached their climaxes and came down at the same time, both of them panting heavily with Anakin directly on top of her.

He breathed lowly and kissed her hurriedly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling them to their side, laying down.

“You’re mine, Y/n. My beautiful angel...” he mumbled into her hair, kissing it softly and hugging her tightly.

“I’m all yours...” she mumbled sleepily, resting her head on his chest as she looked up at his gorgeous blue eyes, full of lust and love. “I love you, Anakin.”

“I love you more, my Y/n,” he kissed her again, before holding her until they both fell asleep.

Hold Me - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (one shot)

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff mainly

Words: 1.4k

This is my first fanfiction here, so hopefully you guys enjoy it! Message me if you have any requests for Kylo or Anakin :) gif made by me

~*~

Y/n opened her cabin door and sighed heavily, immediately running over to her bed and collapsing down onto it. She turned and buried her head into her pillow case, gripping it tightly and screaming into it.

She was more stressed out than she had been all month long - it was one thing after another, piling up and beginning to taunt her. First, she was appointed general of yet another army - making her commander towards two different armies for completely different battles during the Clone Wars. Being at two places at once was practically draining and exhausting, and she was barely holding on by a thread.

Not only that, but she was being hit with guilt upon the loss of her clones. Today had the biggest bloodshed her squadron had seen - and she broke down in front of everyone. Already stressed out from her Padawan, Felecia, almost getting kidnapped and completely disobeying her orders days in a row; and getting into a massive argument over her safety with her secret husband Anakin days prior, she broke down.

Completely embarrassed from the sudden outburst, she stood up, brushed off her robes and excused her prior actions, cheeks red with embarrassment.

Now, hours later, her squadron’s missions both were complete, and she had a bit of time to breathe. So of course, she retired to her quarters and did the one thing she needed to do most - scream and cry.

Crying louder than she had realized, she heard a faint knock on the door. Gasping softly and sitting up, she started to try and make her face look presentable before standing up. She already knew who was at the door, it was her husband, Anakin. She had sensed his presence, and knew he too was in distress.

She slowly walked over to the door and opened it, seeing her husband’s worried blue eyes and immediately melting.

“My love... I heard about what happened on the bridge,” Ani began, sighing. “Can I-“

“Just hold me,” she spoke lowly, afraid to cry again. Y/n moved aside and grabbed his arm, yanking him into her - well, their but no one but them had to know that - room, shutting the door with the Force and hugging him tightly.

Instantly, she started to cry into his dark robes again, the comforting arms of her husband ushering her to let out her emotions.

Anakin sighed and pulled her closer, hugging her even tighter, “I’ve got you...” he buried his face into her hair and sighed, pressing a soft kiss to it as he squeezed her tighter in his arms, “I’m here darling. Let it out.”

“I-i’m sorry,” Y/n croaked, embarrassment reddening her cheeks again as she realized she started unloading on him without asking. “I should’ve-“

“Shh, shh. It’s okay,” Anakin hums, walking them a few steps to the right of them and letting her go gently. He slid off the darker part of his robe, sitting on the side of the bed as he chucked it to the floor. He picked her up easily, her small figure light in his arms. He gently laid her down on their bed, pulling her to his chest as he played with her hair softly, “Cry to me sweetheart. What’s going on?”

Y/n sniffled and hid her face into his shirt, gripping just above his belt a fistful of grey fabric as she cleared her thoughts. “It’s just a lot.”

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t let my beautiful wife talk about her worries?” He spoke softly, playing with her (h/l) (h/c) hair gently with his bare fingertips.

Y/n smiled against his shirt softly and closed her eyes. Though they were married for almost a year now, she still felt her heart flutter at the mention of their marriage.

“It’s not just one thing, it’s a lot Ani,” she sighed, trying to figure out where to start as she calmed her tears, “I’m not sure where to start.”

“Start from the beginning. What started the emotions to build up,” he replied. Y/n nodded, “I guess it started when we fought.”

“I caused you this pain?” Anakin stopped, a hurt expression on his face as he looked down at her. “No!” Y/n replied quickly, “It was guilt from fighting with you, that’s all.”

“I fought with you about that because I worry about you, angel,” he sighed, sitting up and pulling her onto his lap, cradling her much smaller body, “I don’t want...” he stopped, trying to find the right words so he didn’t scare either of them, “I don’t want to be called onto a planet leading a rescue mission because you were taken or killed in battle.”

Y/n looked up and saw the pain and fear of that thought in his eyes, and her heart strained. She hugged him tighter, sniffling, “I won’t ever let that happen.”

“And I won’t either,” Anakin sighed, caressing the back of her hair with his large hand, pressing her head further against his chest. “Was that all?”

“No,” Y/n mumbled softly, her eyes fluttering closed softly as he stroked her head softly, “Felecia scared me. I thought-“ she froze, the thought of it happening scaring her to tears again, “I thought she got kidnapped. She was fighting so well, and then she just disappeared... I saw her get dragged away by some clones, and I just... snapped.”

Y/n recalled the scary memory easily. Watching her much younger Padawan get dragged away, screaming and kicking as her lightsaber fell from her hand. Y/n screamed her name and ignited her purple saber as she rushed towards the drones, slicing through their body easily. Sometimes, the pure anger that always seemed to be pent up inside Y/n scared her, but it certainly proved helpful in situations like that.

“I almost hit her,” she blinked back more tears, “she looked so frightened. She looked scared of me,” A silent, hot tear tricked down Y/n’s cheek, “and it broke me. I’m afraid my anger will eventually lead me down a dark path.”

Anakin began to rock her softly as she cried harder, gripping his shirt tighter, “I hurt both people I love in the same day. First you, and then her. She’s like the daughter i’ve always wanted, and I scared her half to death,” she sobbed, shaking softly as Anakin shushed her, rocking her gently, “I’m not angry at you. And she’s not scared of you. She was shaken up, clearly. Remember she’s young - younger than most - and the fear of possible death probably was what scared her.”

“I wish that were correct,” Y/n frowned, wiping her eye, “but she told me that she’d never seen that fury in my eyes before. It scared her.”

Anakin started moving the pad of his thumb against the side of her face, drawing unrecognizable shapes against her soft skin as he continued to listen.

“And i’m just worried about my armies... one is hard enough, let alone two. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, Ani,” her lip quivered, trying to contain more tears to spare his shirt from becoming completely soaked with hot tears.

“Forget the shirt,” Anakin chuckled, “I can change.” He pushed her back slightly so he can look in her (e/c) eyes and smiled softly, “I promise you’re doing an amazing job, sweetheart. There’s not another person that would’ve been better for the job Master Yoda gave you,” he spoke softly. “You’re doing amazing.”

“You would’ve been the better fit,” Y/n frowned, closing her eyes and hanging her head down, “It certainly doesn’t feel like I was the right fit.”

“You are. And you know why?” Anakin pushed her chin up gently and Y/n shook her head softly, “because you’re my wife. And my wife is the most amazing woman in the galaxy. The second best pilot-“

“Second?” Y/n furrowed her brows as Ani chuckled, “Behind me of course.” he kissed her nose, causing her to crinkle her nose up and smile softly. Though Ani was being serious, he always had to have that special occasional Skywalker playful manner that Obi Wan and her both loved to hate.

“Okay, okay, second best,” she giggled softly. “Right.” Anakin kissed her cheek before continuing, “She’s the most amazing woman in the galaxy. The smartest, strongest, and most beautiful woman ever. And somehow... through every bad thing I’ve done...” Anakin reached for her hands, kissing them softly, “out of all the men in the galaxy... she chose me.”

She blushed softly and pressed her lips softly against his, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way, Ani.”

Also… your post about ani loving back scratches omg.. you think he’s into like reader playing with his hair too?? His curls, and even when he had short hair like wow I just know that man has the softest hair ever

happy may the 4th! send me star wars requests/headcanons and we'll have a party <3

i pictured this as tcw!anakin's hair because it was like the cutest little baby mullet/shag where it was growing and curling against the nape of his neck and i wanted to scrunch it with my fingers so bad <333

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"Keep going."

"Hold on, hold on," You mutter, "My friend's texting me."

Anakin releases a displeased grunt into the fabric of your shirt, and you feel it where it lands warm in your lap.

"Easy," You tap away at the screen of your datapad, pecking letter by letter at what is shaping up to be a lengthy paragraph, "I thought they taught patience at the temple, Jedi Knight. I'll go back to playing with your hair as soon as I'm done."

Anakin grunts again, louder this time.

You don't dignify his dramatics with a response, and you continue typing, the lingering warmth of Anakin's hair fading from your fingertips. He lets you get half of a sentence more in before you feel an invisible tug at your hand, and it relocates itself against Anakin's scalp instead of where you'd placed it on your pad.

"Anakin!" You scoff, "Did you just force my hand back into your hair?"

He lets out a muffled chuckle into your sleep shirt, "Force."

"You are absolutely insufferable," You grumble, but you indulge him with the scrape of your nails against his scalp. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he burrows his face further into your stomach.

"You sound like Obi-Wan," He muses, "I've heard insufferable, incorrigible, reckless, untamable, unmanageable-"

"Unshushable," You add, still making a valiant effort at typing one-handed rather than returning your second hand to its rightful place among Anakin's barely-curled scruff, "Do you ever stop talking?"

"You love the sound of my voice," He accuses, peering up at you with squinted, tired eyes, "That's why you make me read to you at night."

"No, I make you read to me at night because the last thing you read was a users' manual for a landspeeder, and you barely even skimmed that," You scratch against the crown of his head and he groans, "I worry about your literary habits."

"I worry about your hair-playing habits," He reaches out to knock your datapad out of your hand which he drags back into his hair, "Come on, baby, you owe me three books-worth of this."

🪄 — Anakin Skywalker.

— PROMPT: 🪄 “I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud.” — request with this prompt list!

— CW: 18+!, smut, dirty talk, slapping, dom!Anakin, mean!Anakin, dacryphilia, brief mention of breeding kink.

— A/N: I'm so sorry Anon, I accidentally posted the request before it was ready and I had to delete it :(. I am an idiot. I hope you like it! I've been feeling super burnout lately so I hope this is good!

Anakin was supposed to only be your bodyguard. Yet, somehow he ended up being your lover.

His burning passion was contagious and more often than not, you craved his presence more than anything else in the planet. Anakin was addictive, his love was like an aphrodisiac that will ignite every cell in your body and his touch was soft as silk and strong as durasteel. Saying Anakin was an sight for sore eyes was definitely an understatement; The bastard was beautiful, tall, carrying an extravagant air with him and making his presence known at all times.

But his personality... sometimes leaves too much to be desired.

Anakin is more of a taker. He is demanding, hotheaded and quite stubborn. The only thing comparable to his beauty was his possessiveness and urgency for you. He carries a casual domination with every step, always keeping a hand on the small of your back, guiding you with his hand around your arm, lingering touches on the exposed skin of your shoulders, brushing hairs away from your face, too many eye contact...

Oh Maker- the eye contact.

Those deep, blue irises that praise the ability to communicate what words can't, devouring you with a single look and undressing you with a simple gaze.

Those same ocean eyes, blown out, dripping with desire stare at you from above, while he keeps the same hand that under the sun is protective and gentle, but under the moon is rough and authoritative around your neck, keeping you pinned down to the large bed of your luxurious chambers.

You were aware of the loud noises coming from your room, whoever was awake at this hours wandering around the Palace would hear your desperate moans and Anakin's animalistic growls, the incessant skin to skin slap and his filthy, condescending talk.

His gloves hand grips your hip with brutal force you had only imagined in battlefield, maintaining your ass in the air while he pushes your face against the fluffy pillows, promptly forcing you into a painful bu pleasurable position.

"What was that?" Anakin asks with a smug smirk, stopping his thrust. The lack of movements makes you whine with disappointment, urging your own hips backwards seeking for more friction, any movement, anything, really. "Stay still." He then warns you, swatting your ass.

"Anakin- " You whine, closing your eyes and feeling your brain melting into a pitiful mush. "Don't stop!" It was supposed to be a request but the frustration that come with it makes it sound more like an order.

Which earns you another slap this time harder than the first one. "Don't forget your place, slut." Anakin hisses leaning towards you, his tanned, toned chest brushing your sweaty back. "You belong in a cheap whorehouse, don't know how you managed to be a Senator."

The degrading comment has the desired effect, as your pussy clenches around his hard cock, boosting his ego.

"You want me to split this pretty pussy in half, sweetheart?" He teasingly asks, already knowing the answer but always the mean bastard, he continues taunting you.

"Yes" You choke, tears pricking at your waterlines. You would've nod your head if you could've.

"Say it." He urges, punctuating his demands with a quick, sharp thrust, the size and length of his cock and how much it affects you, not helping at all with his egocentrism. "I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud.”

Some tears roll down your flushed cheeks, soaking the pillows and making Anakin practically salivate at the sight. There is something about seeing you cry while being stuffed up with his dick that brings him more happiness than anything in the Galaxy.

"Please— fuck me." You beg in a meek, submissive voice. "I need you, please Ani—"

Feigning annoyance, Anakin squeezes your throat cutting your plea midways. "That's all your pathetic brain can muster? Just a few orgasms and you become a brainless bitch?"

But he complies anyways, because Anakin is devoted to your pleasure. He knows you want nothing more than to come, and who is he to deny you such thing? He begins his ruthless thrusting, brushing your insides and hitting that spot that makes you scream and see stars. Anakin moans louder and his words become meaner, gritting his teeth to hold back his own orgasm in order to make you reach yours first.

"That's it, keep whining like a bitch in heat." He growls, almost laughing at the messy state he has converted you into. "I should drag your fucking ass to the floor and fuck you like the cheap slut you are."

The wet sounds of your pussy struggling to keep up with his assault are borderline obscene and total music for Anakin's ears.

"Can't wait to knock you up and show everyone you aren't a prissy little woman— more like a needy, cock-hungry slut." Anakin is really feeling the fantasy, although the undertones sound a little too real.

The thought of him getting you pregnant shouldn't excite you as much as it does; and Anakin, the ever observer notices it. He speeds up, now rutting into you like a madman who's only mission is bringing you to the edge of pleasure— which doesn't take him long. After a few more dirty promises and thrusts your climax unravels, blowing your mind just like he is blowing your back. Anakin hangs his head back bottoming out for a moment at the feeling it of your pussy squeezing him in a tight lock, as if she was asking him to stay there forever and never leave. The new wave of slick that coats his length eases his movements, instead of pulling out he just lowers the pace, rocking your orgasm and prolonging it as much as possible.

Breathless, used and satisfied you sob against the soft fabric, smiling softly. Anakin mirrors your smile, bending over and kissing your sweaty shoulder.

"You think I'm done with you?" He asks in a gentle whisper, peppering kisses over your skin. "Stand up and get on the floor, I'm keeping my promise."

y/n: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it.

obi wan: Just rip the bandage off.

y/n: It's Anakin.

obi wan: Put the bandage back on.