#anakin is not dumb or stupid

[stars-n-spice]

Surprise, Surprise - More Crosshair Doodles

some more silly, stupid stuff involving Cross and others that were stemmed from this reblog chain from this post by the amazing @here-comes-the-moose.

Some little stuff:

And more stuff of Crosshair just standing and staring at his crushes: it counts as flirting okay

Close-ups and texts and all that jazz under the cut.

Cadet boyos. Yeah, Wrecker got his face blown up but Crosshair's got more pressing things to talk about. Hunter is trying to be supportive.

Crosshair: I don't get why I don't have a boyfriend. Wrecker: Just be yourself, Cross! Mr. Right will eventually come around. Hunter: NO. Definitely do NOT be yourself.

Eh, he trying his best.

Crosshair: I made it so obvious that I liked him. I don't understand why people are so surprised. Tech: Crosshair, all you did was stand and stare at the General the entire debrief.

Anyways, here's said flirting attempt by Crosshair.

Crosshair: ... Anakin: ? Crosshair: Anakin: :) Crosshair: Anakin, thinking: What do I do? Crosshair: Anakin: Hey, uh, Obi-Wan-? Crosshair: 💫 Nailed it. 💫

He's having a crisis. Leave him alone. Echo's learning the ropes. Also, not pictured is Echo immediately going: "Ah...okay." "...wait." "WHAT?! GENERAL SKYWALKER?? WHY HIM!?"

Crosshair: whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Echo: Is Crosshair okay? Hunter: Yeah, he's just crushing on General Skywalker.

Then when Tay comes around Crosshair does the same thing expect Cross is just scowling and staring at him all the time because again, why him?? Meanwhile, Tay doesn't know if Crosshair wants to kill him or not.

Crosshair: Tay: ? Crosshair: >:/ Tay, thinking: Did I do something wrong...? Tay: <- thinks he's going to die Crosshair: <- thinks he's flirting

Tay likes to flirt. Crosshair doesn't know how to handle it at first. The tables turn on Tay later on in their relationship, but for now Crosshair's way of flirting is by making threats. And no he's totally not blushing. Psh.

Tay: You shot your way right into my heart ;) Crosshair: *experiencing feelings* Crosshair (doesn't know how to take it): Bleed out and die.

Tay: I've got something else you can put in your mouth if you'd like. Crosshair: <- touched starved Crosshair: I mean - Go choke on it!

Just some silly things. I love cheetahs. Also Crosshair, like his twin, has that big brown-eyed Autism rizz.

Cat behavior.

Also was giving Tina Belcher vibes.

[itstimeforstarwars]

The best part about fixing a piece of shit car is imagining blorbo going through the same miserable experience that you are. Finding out that something in your car doesn't work because the previous owner decided to duct tape the split hose to the nozzle and call it a day sucks; imagining anakin skywalker getting pissed off because someone space duct taped the split space hydroline to the terminal instead of fucking replacing it is very very funny.

[from-stars-to-shadows]

Not styled or brushed

But...

P u r p l e ♡

[interloved]

nerdy!anakin skywalker who’s secretly a freak

requested by poll!

description box; the nerd with the glasses that tutors you turns out to be not so innocent after all. and he looks even more delicious without his glasses.

warning; heavy nsfw warning, mentions of cheating and an affair, porn with a bit of plot, anakin is a total pervert and freakyyyy, smut under the cut!, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

ANAKIN SKYWALKER IS A nerd, and it’s by default that he doesn’t associate with ‘your kind’.

the popular kind, the pretty kind.

the ones that run around with the football players, the kind of people that have this certain aura that just makes everyone look at them the second they walk into the room.

most of the popular people at your school were known to be arrogant douchebags, unintelligent jerks and vain bitches who thought they were above everyone else. but not you, though.

you were different. you were popular, really uniquely and breathtakingly beautiful, but your heart and soul were just as pretty as you. you also had a jerk of a boyfriend, and you really sucked at mathematics and physics. but luckily for you, your desk mate anakin skywalker, who also happens to sit next to you in physics classes, knows that. and also happens to be a very valued tutor.

“another D?”

anakin’s gaze is deplorable, his lips are pressed together in a pitiful way.

“yeah,” you wince as you examine the big, red D on your paper, “can’t say i didn’t expect it though. i thought the questions were really easy—maybe that should’ve given it away.”

anakin is hesitant, he doesn’t want to upset you—he knows you’ve been called stupid and dumb plenty of times by teachers, but really, he knows you’re not. really, you excel at subjects like history, english or music, you just… need a little tutoring. but he also knows you’re too prideful for that. you’ve never been bad enough at a subject to need tutoring, but you’ve been consistently getting D’s the whole year and there’s nothing anakin can do.

he would’ve let you copy his answers, but the teachers never look away during exams. he wouldn’t have done for just anyone—he would’ve only done it for you.

you’re the kindest person he’s ever met. you probably don’t remember but a couple of years ago, maybe a little more, he was getting bullied real bad. and not just by anyone, a guy named dylan. he was your boyfriend at the time. and still is. fucking asshole. anakin hated him passionately.

but you’d broken up with him after you’d caught him throwing punches into anakin’s stomach. you had yelled at him, even slapped him, you had taken anakin by the hand and went to the school nurse with him. and you were so kind to him. so sweet. so nice.

honestly, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he developed a huge crush on you. but he never confessed, he knew you were out of his league, and not his. especially after your (shitty asshole! anakin would treat you so much better) boyfriend dylan had apologised to him and you in a heartbreaking manner through a big gesture, and you had forgiven him.

ever since, dylan and anakin still give each other dirty glances and nasty glares, but he never laid hand on him again.

anakin would like to describe you and him as friends. you talked to each other in every class you had together, especially physics, because you sat next to each other, and you always greeted each other in the hallways.

but you have never hung out together and you’ve never been to his place, or he to yours.

“listen, maybe you… maybe i can study with you.” anakin muttered gently, carefully studying your face expressions as he made his suggestion.

your eyebrows formed into a frown, “you think that’ll help?”

anakin nodded, relieved you weren’t taking this as badly as he’d thought you would, “yeah, sure. i’m a tutor, you know? i can explain stuff pretty well.”

“oh, i wouldn’t want to impose—” you’re quick to deny, you hate bothering people.

fuck, you’re the sweetest person there is. truly an angel sent down from heaven. anakin made up his mind, right there. he would do anything to make you his.

“no, you’re not imposing. i want to. i want to do this for you.” he smiled, but seeing your hesitant face, he added, “besides, we’re friends. isn’t that what friends do for each other?”

a small smile tugged at your lips. “really? you… you’d do that for me? but i really don’t want to be a bother! you’re so smart and clever, you have so many tutees and you’re probably so busy—”

anakin would be replaying those words in his mind tonight. non-stop.

“listen, i really don’t mind. it’ll be like us hanging out. ‘kay? you don’t need to worry about it, i’m happy to be at your service.”

you hesitated for a second. and then you smiled, and anakin knew he’d won. “OK, then. it’ll be like a hangout.”

“it’s settled then,” he smirked at you, “my place? tomorrow afternoon?”

you laugh.

“your place, tomorrow afternoon.”

YOU HAD ABSOLUTELY NO idea how you ended up like this. in his bed. in this position. moaning and whimpering his name.

you were on all fours, legs trembling and quivering, your arms weak and the only thing that was holding you up was anakin’s toned arm, hooked under your waist, holding you up firmly as he thrusted into you.

you had never noticed it before, but his arm… looked so… delicious when it was flexed.

“that feel good, darling?” the smirk in his voice is all too evident, he got off on the way you were so fucking responsive to his every touch.

his hands went from caressing your thighs and kneading your ass to playing with your nipples and tugging back your hair.

“haven’t even begun properly fucking you and you’re already so soaked. does your boyfriend not fuck you, angel?”

your mind is nothing but chaos, and your stomach all fuzzy, and the only thing you can do is whine around his cock, writhing underneath him. you nod, you just nod because your boyfriend’s cock doesn’t kiss your cervix like this, your boyfriend’s cock doesn’t fit into your womb so fucking well, because your boyfriend doesn’t make you feel so, so, so good.

“n-need you to go faster…”

he kisses his teeth with his one, making a quiet ‘tsk’ sound. “that’s not very polite, demanding others like that. what’s happened to your manners, angel?”

he’s fucking you agonisingly and painfully slowly from behind, the question papers he brought and physics notes he made for you, just for you, carelessly scattered in front of you. your hands are gripping them as you moan.

“f-fuck, ani—please just… won’t you fuck me faster? can’t… can’t, ‘m not—hah—”

“all right, all right, doll,” he replies to you sweetly, bending over next to your ear, still thrusting into so painfully slowly, “only if you admit that you love me more than your boyfriend.”

your eyes widen. “b-but—”

“ah-ah. no buts. say it or i won’t let you cum.”

you loved your boyfriend. you did! but anakin just made you feel so, so good…

“love you more than my boyfriend,” you moan quietly, closing your eyes in shame.

“‘m sorry, what? i didn’t catch that.” he grinned teasingly.

“ani,” you whine, “don’t be like that.”

he laughs. “all right, all right. cum for me, doll.”

author’s note;

i have never written smut like this before. please have mercy on me 😭😭

[staarwalker]

SACCHARINE | ANAKIN SKYWALKER X READER !

iii. THERE’S A WAR !

full desc. — after the death of your master, you’re ordered to train under a new jedi master to finish the last couple months of your training. anakin finds it useless to teach anything to a 19 year old on the cusp of knighthood, yet, the order forbade him from abandoning you. leaving you within the grasp of anakin skywalker.

chapter summary: feelings unfettered — within his head, of course.

warnings: bit of an age gap, 5 or so years (you met him when you were 19 already), obsessive/possessive behavior, suggestive themes? mdni, i don’t rlly do smut but we’ll see.

no teacher/student vibes here, more like an extremely reluctant anakin making you do what he thinks makes sense. i’m not super into a superiority dynamic, since you’ll be a normal jedi soon enough anyways. it’s simply more of a reason for you to be around each other despite the animosity, so no weird stuff regarding that really. also, he may be a bit ooc but fuck it we ball

+ second pov, little to no use of y/n, fem implied reader idk how gn it’ll be sorry. no ocs added but background characters who don’t do shit, and no physical descriptions of you. slow burn, buckle in

other parts: one, two

You’d managed to adapt to the harsh training, making Anakin somewhat… proud. Of which he’d never admit aloud. Yet, he appreciated the excuse of making you a “better Jedi” as an outlet for his emotions — and so far, it was working.

His words weren’t kind by any means, but seemed to lack the venom it used to. The young Jedi Master managed to keep himself cordial despite his hatred of your friendship with that Padawan, by forcing you to make up for it with rough work outs and sparring. You never noticed, though, thankfully for him.

It still bothered him how often you spent with your “friend”, and he was worried how the two of you would turn out in the future. He didn’t want you close to Caleb; and he tried to hide it, but you were picking up on the negative emotion emanating off of him when you’d occasionally ask Anakin if you could spar with Caleb instead of him.

What a fucking joke.

Still, you mistakenly thought that Anakin thought Caleb was a “distraction” of some sort, hence why he was mad, so you did what you thought was best; invited him to meet your master. Bad decision on your part, but when Anakin refused to share his emotions what were you supposed think?

Said decision led to where you were now — eating dinner at a table that felt almost too small, with Caleb across from you with Master Billiba, with Anakin… next to you.

The man had been in a terrible mood the entire time, his air suffocating, and him sitting entirely too close to you. You felt his glare on you as the others ate silently, the awkward tension palpable enough it almost hurt. What the hell was his problem?

Anakin had hardly touched his food. He couldn’t — he wasn’t hungry.

Not when he could see him look at you like that.

It made him sick. His stomach turned, and he briefly considered murdering a child before deciding it might make you upset. Of which, he’d rather avoid, so no; the 17-year-old Padawan shall live to see another day.

…For now.

Anakin let out a breath, eyes closed and brows knit in frustration as his hands grip his seat. Why is he here? Why would you force him to sit with the very thing he despised; competition.

There should be no one on your mind but Anakin, so even the thought of you merely liking this idiot drove him crazy — and yet, you made him eat dinner with the same kid. What were you thinking? Perhaps you were far stupider than Anakin previously thought; something that only solidified the strange need that’d been growing within him to protect you.

For if you were dumb enough to think this was a good idea, someone had to take care of you.

Anakin decided it would be his job.

Which only helped him decide that, no, he’s not going to sit here and fake pleasantries with the object of his hatred. You need to learn; you don’t get your way, you don’t get to decide. He’ll do that for you, so you don’t hurt that pretty little head of yours with any more stupid thoughts.

He pushes his chair back from the table, not even excusing himself before standing and rushing out the room, body stiff with frustration. He can hear you sigh and apologize to your friend and his master, excusing yourself and following him.

At first, he was a bit mad you even bothered to apologize, but was happy the dramatic action worked and got you to go with him.

He storms down the halls throughout the temple as you follow, exasperatedly asking him what he was doing.

“What’s wrong? Why do you hate him?” You ask. Anakin doesn’t even spare you a glance, his back to you as you follow. You truly don’t understand? Or is this some sort of game you’re playing?

He simply huffs and doesn’t answer, which only frustrates you further, “You’re kidding. You won’t even answer me? What, are you a child?”

Ah, there it was. That very attitude he despised a few weeks ago. But now… maybe he liked it a bit. He liked knowing that despite all that you tried to deny it… how much you tried to object and retort, you’ll always end up doing as he pleases anyways. He’s really, truly, come to enjoy it.

Yet, he still doesn’t answer. He throws the door open to his living quarters, somewhere you’ve never been and he wasn’t entirely expecting you to follow into. But… you did.

Standing in the middle of his room, he finally spares a glance over his shoulder, seeing you: angry, clearly, with your arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, a scowl on your lips that he found amusing. You glare at him like you’re expecting an explanation. You thought he owed you anything? Cute.

Remaining his always stoic self, he replies to you simply, eyes locked on yours with a fervor you can’t explain, “I don’t like him.”

You pause, taking in the simple fact. Then, with a scoff, “Obviously. Why?”

Anakin turns to you fully, looking down on you the same way he always does, “And why I should tell you?” He mimics your attitude, hands resting in his hips as his eyelids fall a bit over his dark, blue eyes — a bored expression.

You look taken aback, flabbergasted, even, as if the simple question was the dumbest thing you’ve heard, “Why? Because you’re embarrassing me! You’re making everything think we’re terrible and rude, everyone says so!”

He hadn’t known that. Even if he did, he wouldn’t care. So what if everyone thought the two of you were crass, vile? Did it really matter when you had each other?

“…So?” Anakin’s voice still laced with indifference, his blasé attitude never faltering.

Sighing, you look away, before turning back to him, your expression more desperate than angry, “You may not care, but I do. I want my fellow Jedi to like me! Caleb’s the only one here who doesn’t give me a look when I mention you, but now — now I don’t even know what he thinks.”

…You talk about him…?

Anakin ignored all your other words for a moment; you speak of him to others? He wants to know what you say — is it words of pride? Disdain? Perhaps you speak of him like a friend, or someone you look up to. Do others think the two of you are close? He wonders for a minute, before that envy slips back into his mind. Why do you care so much what everyone else thinks? What he thinks?

He shakes his head, before saying your name, exhausted, “Everyone already thinks the world of you. They know I’m the rude one; not you.” Anakin says, matter-of-factly.

You practically plead, “I don’t want them to think you’re the rude one! Do you truly think pushing everyone away will make you happy?”

Anakin scowls, “Is it any of your business? And I have people I keep around; I’m fine.”

Frowning, you look down, your arms falling and hands clenched like it hurt you to think of him as lonely. He hadn’t known you felt that way. Would you want to be someone he kept around?

You sigh yet again, “I don’t want you to be alone when I’m knighted, you know.”

…Was that true? Would you have said it if it wasn’t? Anakin was confused; did… did you mean you wanted to stick around even after you become a Jedi? He never would have thought that… that you’d want to be with him — or, at least, that’s how he took your words. Even if you hadn’t meant it that way.

For a moment, he didn’t answer. He simply looked at you with an unreadable expression, eyes never leaving yours. You assumed he was thinking. No — he was simply admiring.

When had it gotten this bad? He didn’t know. Somewhere along the way, these past three weeks, someone shifted. He wouldn’t call it love, it’s far too soon for that, but something else. Something he didn’t care to define, as he never cared for labels. He just felt; regardless of what it was, he simply wants.

Though, he was good at knowing what he wanted. He knows. But he’ll wait. He likes to bide his time, to make sure everything will work out perfectly. Anakin trusts in himself to have his self control, and to make everything work out in his favor.

Before he answers your previous response, the one he’d registered before his mind fell apart for a moment, he decided — he’ll convince you. And you’ll listen. To everything he says.

“I won’t be alone,” Anakin states.

“And you know that how? Obi-Wan won’t be available all the time, and… I just — “ before you can finish, Anakin finishes for you.

“I’ll have you. Won’t I?” He says, with so much certainty, it makes you wonder; had he always believed that? Your eyebrows crease with confusion, as you’d never thought he’d actually want you around. Would you stay? You think for a moment, would you want to stay with a man such as your “master”? Crude, brash, arrogant, and careless… but still, he’d taken you in when no one else did.

Shit… maybe he was screwing with your mind — how could you have mistaken him being forced to train you as his nonexistent chosen kindness? You didn’t know why, but… you just felt like it made you feel better to pretend he chose you. If he’d known you… would he have? Would he have ever chosen for his life to turn this direction? You doubted you’d ever know, given how the man acts — reserved in emotion, holding everything he feels back. He’d never tell you… would he?

You suppose it doesn’t matter; hell, it didn’t matter to him either. Would he have chosen you? He doesn’t know, nor does he truly give a shit. And honestly… neither do you. It’s not in a Jedi’s nature to dwell on past possibilities, you should live in the moment.

And at that moment, you had decided — he did have you. And he always will.

The days following were far more pleasant than you could’ve ever imagined. You and Anakin, after that single conversation, now acted like acquaintances rather than enemies. It was a far contrast to most other Jedi/Padawan duos, and you hardly felt like his apprentice.

The training was essentially the same — physically harsh, still lacking the past rude words, but after that you’d spend time together, finding a common ground in making fun of other Jedi and proclaiming the both of your’s superiority.

After all, you were the best Jedi (almost) in the temple; it was a simple fact, completely lacking arrogance, in your opinion. And his.

The two of you would stand and watch the training grounds filled with young Jedi, with the both of you arms crossed and you judged their forms and decisions. You’d never make a mistake like that; you were too good. Both in your proud opinion, and Anakin’s. He’d even say how much better you were than them, and it made you happy to hear it. He was coming around to you, and it was a good feeling.

You hadn’t known, but even when you weren’t around and Anakin held meetings with fellow Masters, or even simple conversations, he’d praise you. Most others thought it was a sense of his own pride in being a good teacher, but he truly believed his words. You would soon became a formidable force, a powerful Jedi. And he was ready to watch you, the whole way.

Though, he’d never say that. Anakin preferred to keep his thoughts extremely private, even to Obi-Wan. Especially to Obi-Wan.

The older man still spoke to you regularly, unbeknownst to what was now blossoming underneath Anakin’s hard exterior. And Anakin would like keep it that way. He didn’t need to hear Obi-Wan’s harsh criticism of his decisions, his taboo intentions regarding his Padawan. Anakin knows it’s wrong… but, in all honesty — he really doesn’t see you that way. Not at all.

He wouldn’t admit it anytime soon, but he saw the two of you on equal grounds; something quite rare for him. He doubts you even see him as your “master”, since you don’t even call him by the title since he told you he preferred you didn’t. He liked it this way though — perhaps he could make something… new, of this dynamic. This growing relationship.

Anakin just had to wait. When you’re finally knighted, maybe he’ll share some of this thoughts with you. The ones of, ugh, friendship, as disgusting as it sounds. Who knew after those first days he’d actually contemplate what Obi-Wan had been trying to accomplish this whole time?

He might just be taking it a bit… too far. Anakin’s thoughts hardly bordered on friendship, especially with the way his envy grows every day. He really does wish the two of you could be free of the titles and such already; the “Padawan” thing kind of puts a bad taste in his mouth. He’d never want to take advantage of you, and was determined to not do so. He just hoped you felt the same way he did. Prayed, even. To who? Who knew.

Which ultimately led him here; piloting a ship out of the system with you at his side, preparing for a mission he’d chosen for the two of you. Somewhere far from Coruscant, far from the Jedi Order’s frivolous rules, far from anyone to steal your attention from him.

He’d planned this for days, sweet talking the Council into sending him on this mission in specific, to a distant planet practically abandoned, with a goal he’d hardly listened to. He had his own motives after all, and he’d be damned if anything stood in his way.

It was time you talked.

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[belphegorsheart]

HIS TYPE • multifandom headcanons

characters. tate langdon, anakin skywalker, tom riddle, billy loomis.

cw. violence, death, murder, toxic relationships, slutshaming, toxic masculinity etc cause they are all evil people. some nsfw discussion.

TATE LANGDON

tate is a person who feels like an outsider, someone who is repulsed by normal people. they scare him, and he does not understand them. he can only really be attracted to someone who isn’t “conventional” or “ordinary”.

and while it may appear to be the most important thing to him, secretly, there is something that holds even more weight than that for tate. and that’s bravery.

most people are afraid of tate, for good reason. he shot up his school and he has hurt and killed even more. he’s a ghost, and even outside his violent tendencies he is simply a cruel person. he’s enough to scare most people, and tate is used to people running away when they really know all facets of him.

one of his worst fears is being abandoned, rejected. so if you were truly brave, truly fearless— enough to not run away when you become familiar and close with him, even the worst things he does, even the horrors he faces on the daily in that house, that would make him love you.

a “more cowardly” person wouldn’t be able to love him completely, in his eyes. they’d turn tail and run the second things become frightening or difficult. so he wants someone who he knows can stand up for themselves and has a bit of edge to them, even though he likes protecting them. he likes testing that bravery and seeing if you truly won’t be frightened away by him.

looks don’t matter that much to him. and he wouldn’t judge you based on your appearance, it’s your character and personality that genuinely matters to him. though he does appreciate ‘pretty’ faces, like anyone, but only if they have genuine intellect or worth.

tate also enjoys the company of someone with similar interests to him, unconventional music and style. he’s not interested in vanity or anything he considered shallow and stupid. he’d like someone who is real and genuine, who isn’t trying to conform or please anyone.

he doesn’t like popular people. no one dumb or ditzy, he’d never touch a bimbo with a ten foot pole. he doesn’t want someone who is “slutty” to him either, or coarse or vulgar, like hayden for instance. it’s not that he desires for the person he’s with to be innocent at all, but he doesn’t like the kind of person who just “throws themselves around”. he most prefers virgins.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

the first thing that catches his attention is appearance. it’s not that he’s shallow or anything, it’s just that it’s the first thing he notices. someone who appears unusually beautiful will immediately draw him in.

but it’s more than that. it’s an energy. someone who exudes warmth, life, who looks angelic even. then, of course, he cares about intellect.

anakin wants an equal, someone who can keep up with him during discourse, regardless of if they agree with him or not. he likes kind people, gracious, charitable, respectful.

but what matters to him most of all? his favorite quality in a person? when someone has passion, fire in them. even if it is usually well tempered… he loves when it all bursts out, even if it manifests through anger. those may even be some of his favorite moments. he likes to bring strong emotions out of people.

someone who is moved by the struggles of others, who has genuine emotion and care for the welfare of those around them. who stands and fights for justice, whether that be diplomatically or through “aggressive negotiations”.

he’s a “forever” person, once he loves someone he loves them for the rest of his life and simply never stops. he never loves anyone else afterward.

he does secretly like someone he can rescue. even if they can stand up for themselves, he still likes being there to catch the damsel in distress. he enjoys being in the role of the jedi knight in shining armor.

he also likes someone tolerant enough to put up with his impulsivity. someone who can be empathetic and compassionate toward him no matter what, who accepts him through everything he does and is.

anakin couldn’t be attracted to a deranged or unhinged person. or someone who couldn’t see the good in him. he wants to believe in the good in himself, and he desires a partner who will validate that feeling.

he falls in love very immediately as well, anakin forms his impression on someone in the first few moments of meeting them. even if he has only met you once, he will love that person for the rest of his life no matter how little time he has with them.

TOM RIDDLE

he doesn’t really have a “type” by any normal standard. he never experienced romantic attraction before. he has disdain for everyone around him, and they are only valuable to him as means to an end, or pawns in a larger game.

he has no love or care for anyone, that is his condition due to the nature of his conception and his upbringing in the orphanage. but if he were to take someone on, in a “romantic” sense, even though he doesn’t feel love, he does have ideal characteristics in mind if he were to have a “significant other”.

for one, they’d have to be a pureblood. they’d have to be a slytherin. and they would have to have genuine talent in the wizarding world, talent that can be weaponized by him.

he must be assured that you are fully committed and loyal to him and only him. he isn’t “possessive” per se, because he doesn’t truly care about you enough to genuinely want your affections. his reason for wanting you to be loyal to him and only him is rooted in logic; if you are committed to him, he will be able to consistently rely on you to do his bidding.

they should share his values of pureblood supremacy and all his morals. they should obey all his orders immediately without question and have no issue serving him. in fact, if he were “with” someone, he would see them more as a servant. he would not respect you as an equal or partner, though he may butter you up and give you false praise, enough for you to do as he desires, he will take away his affection as soon as he feels you’ve done something deserving of punishment.

he doesn’t want someone daft at his side, but not intelligent enough to see through him completely or know better. he doesn’t respect anyone enough to engage in discourse because he believes he is the only person who truly understands the world. he does not want someone who would challenge him or try to speak on his level, but rather, someone who can be quiet, and agree with him at all times.

tom hates the kind of person who could embarrass him or make him look bad. someone impulsive or rash would anger him greatly. he would like someone who heels at his command, who only breathes once he has permitted it.

he would want someone whose identity he can easily mold and shape, who exists only for him and his desires. though he experiences no real attraction or emotion for you at all, he would acknowledge that you are of service to him. however, if he found that someone else could serve him better, he would quickly replace you with them, regardless of all the loyalty you have given him.

they would also be someone that makes him appear more respectable as well, who props him up and enhances his presence and standing in the wizarding world.

his most ideal person sees him as a superior and acknowledges him as the only person worth anything. if you even think of comparing yourself to him as an equal, he wouldn’t let you anywhere near him.

BILLY LOOMIS

if billy were asked about his type, he’d absolutely immediately talk about physical appearance first. body type and face. he’s a psychopath, sure, and he has no sense of morality, but he still enjoys sex. he is a teenage boy, after all. he wants to be with someone physically attractive.

billy is very popular in school. he’s a quarterback/jock type, and he is fawned over by lots of girls. in the bathroom, they even talk about his “bubble butt”. he enjoys attention and he would like being fawned over, though it may make him respect a girl less.

he doesn’t give a shit about sidney. he cheats on her, we see him flirt in the video store with other girls and was fucking a girl on the side which resulted in samantha carpenter. since he doesn’t really respect anybody, if he were seeing someone, it would be a physical release. sidney doesn’t put out for him. so he may seek someone on the side to fulfill him.

he doesn’t really respect women. despite disliking promiscuous or “slutty” women, he will take no issue in going after someone who is “easy” simply for the sake of his own entertainment, or to satisfy him.

he’d love someone who also enjoys horror movies in the same way that he does, who is genuinely knowledgeable about horror movies, and people who are even aware of the production process. he likes explaining it to people, so someone who will listen intently to him while he talks about films will also get his attention.

if you understand all his horror movie references, and are witty enough to fire one back? heart eyes on his part.

while he will happily go to a ditzy girl for physical pleasure, he wouldn’t respect her at all. he might even kill a ‘bimbo’ like that once he’s done with her. he likes the final girl archetype, so to speak. he doesn’t respect women who give it up easily, he sees them as stupid bimbos that deserve to be chopped up, like maureen for instance, but he considers women who don’t do anything to be prudes like sidney. either way he couldn’t be completely satisfied with you… if you were a woman.

considering his relation to stu, and all the hints in the films after as well, he may actually be more interested in a man than a woman, though he will not allow himself to explore this completely, there may be more real emotions toward men for him than with women. he’s very repressed and probably has a lot of internalized homophobia.

if you were a man that was “his type”, he may feel some modicum of attraction toward you (as much as billy is capable of genuinely feeling, at least), but never properly admit it.

he would enjoy someone who would go along with his behavior, he might be most interested in someone who would allow him to harm them, or who knew about what he did and was still attracted to him.

he would most likely be with someone who is popular as well, or at least who isn’t disliked or unpopular. he doesn’t hang out in circles of “losers”, and would likely never even notice someone who isn’t on his level.

since he has no trouble seducing people, he might actually enjoy someone who plays “hard to get”. he loves the feeling of chasing someone, hunting them down. he likes feeling like he’s won someone.

billy likes having an accomplice. although he might use you to pin everything on later, he’ll enjoy you before he does. billy is a very good liar, and he may make false promises about how “you two will survive” and how “you’re his partner”, but in reality, he isn’t capable of care when it comes to you. he has no real loyalties and he doesn’t care. but he gets off on the idea of having someone who will help him on his murder sprees.

nothing will please him though. and, ironically, he will respect you even less for knowing about his true nature and liking him, even though it secretly pleases him. “you’re so pathetic and desperate that you’d end up in love with a psychopath”.

[phoenixyfriend]

Aayla: Haha, let me show you this meme I just found.

The meme: [If you press the button, you have a 99% chance of getting a million dollars, and a 1% chance of being turned into a girl]

Anakin: That's so stupid, who wouldn't press the button?

Aayla: I mean, we don't really need the money, as Jedi. You're not on Tatooine anymore, you know?

Anakin: Yeah, but why wouldn't I press the button? What's stopping me?

Aayla: ...not wanting to be a girl, mostly. A lot of guys would refuse to press it on principle because they don't want to risk even that 1% chance.

Anakin: That's dumb, everyone wants to be a girl, some of us just have to accept that we can't, duh.

Aayla: ..........................

Follow-up: five hours, compilation

[xzaddyzanakinx]

first of all, i fucking love ani being a stalker:(

and what about bestfriend!anakin? but like, he's a bit creepy. he just knows he's been in love with you since you two were kids. you're his first love. you were just to dumb to see it. and he was always there to take care of you and hug you when your boyfriends dump you after he secretly threatens them because no one is too good for you. no one but him.

also, have you never noticed that some of your panties are missing?

I will totally do bestie!Ani. He’d be so sweet but so mean simultaneously.

Warnings: controlling behavior, gaslighting, verbal/emotional abuse/condescension, gen. smut, rough foreplay, hair pulling, dubcon, slut shaming?, kinda innocent/definitely bratty & naive reader, arguing, possessiveness, ownership, misogyny

“Oh for the love of-“ Anakin grabbed your wrist and yanked you roughly away from the handsy jock who’d lured you to the living room couch at this frat house party that you just ‘had to go to’.

“Ani that’s rude! You can’t just do that!” He huffed, protesting physically by stubbing up and trying not to move. “At least let me say goodbye! He was being nice!”

“No! You’re drunk and he’s just talking to you because he thinks you’ll be an easy lay.” He snapped, changing tactics and gripping the back of your neck to steer you toward the door.

“You just let him put his arm around you and squeeze your ass! Are you fucking daft? At this point you’re just asking for it.” He sneered, opening the passenger door of his truck and lifting you up. He reach across you and buckled you in just like he always did.

“Is that what you want?” He asked angrily, throwing the truck in reverse the moment he slammed his own door shut.

“No!” You started crying, your bottom lip wobbling when you realized Anakin was right. “I’m sorry Ani! D-don’t be mad! Please, I’m sorry!” You sniffled.

He let you sob, apologize, beg, and grovel the entire way back to your shared apartment. He got out of the truck silently and walked around to your side, helping you out and shutting your door. His hand on the small of your back as he walked one step behind you until you reached your front door and stepped inside.

“Ani please! Talk to me.” You whined, the silent treatment killed you everytime he did it. “This isn’t fair! I’m sorry I was being s-so stupid! I’m sorry!”

Anakin ignored you, pretending you weren’t even there. He didn’t even miss a stride when you stood in front of him defiantly. He just side stepped you and played it off as though he meant to do it, he scooped up a throw blanket and sat down on the couch.

“Fine!” You stomped off to your bedroom and got changed into a comfy nightie, pouting and sniffling away the remaining tears.

He was really, really pushing it with the silent treatment this time. It’s been almost three hours. It’s 11:00pm and you’ve padded around the kitchen, slamming cabinets as you loudly made yourself a snack. You practically tossed the heavy ceramic plate onto the coffee table with a clatter. You’d tried all your tactics that normally have him holding you, coddling you and comforting you while you apologized profusely. Nothing was working.

You sat down in his lap and blocked his view of the Tv, he was completely unfazed. He simply pulled out his phone instead.

That was the last straw.

“This isn’t fair!” You shrieked, standing up suddenly and pointing your finger in his face. “You’re being an ass! What happened wasn’t my fault!”

His jaw tightened and he struggled not to react, you could tell, his nostrils flared and his tongue poked at the inside of his cheek.

“I don’t understand why you’re acting like this.” You scoffed continuing to chide him animatedly.

Until you said the wrong thing. Oh, you really, really fucked up royally. You’d never seen him so angry. Livid. Livid was a better word.

He swatted your hand away the moment those words left your lips: “You don’t own me. You can’t tell me what to do!”

“I don’t?” He sneered, standing up and using his height to his advantage, towering over you. “Are you sure?”

“What? Yes I’m sure!” You huffed.

“You ungrateful brat.” He snapped. “You depend on me for everything. You live in my apartment. You need me to provide for you: food, clothes, the stupid shit you just have to get everytime we go to the fucking store. You’re worse than a child. I’ve spoiled you until I’ve ruined you. Without me, you’d be hopeless.”

“You know nothing about the real world because I’ve coddled you for years. You’ve never had a job. I do all your homework because your tiny little girl brain can’t handle more than a few words at a time. Fuck! I do everything for you! When was the last time you tied your own shoes?”

“You think I don’t own you?” He growled, ignoring your whimper as your lip trembled. “I do own you.”

“You belong to me.” He scowled. “Why do you think you don’t have a fucking boyfriend, why no one has ever asked you out since fucking freshman year of highschool? Why do you think the only attention you get is from a random creep while you’re wasted and wandered off from me?”

“Everyone else knows you’re mine. Everyone but you.” He yelled. “I’ve spent my life bending over backwards for you! You fucking stupid spoiled bitch!”

He laughed throwing his hands up and running them through his hair.

“The sad thing is: I can’t even blame you for being so goddamn useless. It’s my fault.” He said angrily. “It’s my fault for treating you like a fucking princess your whole life. I’ve waited on you hand and foot for the entirety of my existence.”

You stood there motionless. Mouth gaping in shock, your eyes dry of tears because… how do you even react to this response? It was as if he’d caused you to completely fawn, your gaze fixed on him as your brain raced to process his words.

“You don’t have anything to say?” He scoffed, rubbing his face before snapping his fingers in your face. “Hello? Earth to princess.”

“I love you! I fucking love you.” He yelled and that startled you out of your stupor.

“Love me?” You echoed.

“Yes, you fucking dumbass.” He groaned.

“You love me love me?” You asked, shocked that you’d somehow been so oblivious. Maybe it was because he was right, he’d always treated you this way. You were just to stupid to understand why.

“God.” He grumbled, grabbing a fist full of your hair with his left hand and forcing you down over the armrest of the couch. “I love you. You love me too don’t you?”

“Y-yes.” You nodded, admitting it aloud for the first time.

“Of course you fucking do.” He said in a softer tone, though his actions didn’t mirror it. He roughly pulled down your panties and let them fall to the floor.

“You’re mine aren’t you? I own you. Right?” He demanded, his rough fingertips gently gliding back and forth across your dripping slit. “Fuck. You don’t even have to answer that.” He groaned through gritted teeth.

He swirled his finger around your entrance before dipping inside and removing his finger just as quickly, bringing it to your lips and shoving it in your mouth.

“Suck it clean.” He ordered. “You wouldn’t be so fuckin’ wet if I didn’t own you. Right?”

You simply nodded, your brain addled with the onslaught of information that it struggled to keep up with. You really were useless.

“I’ve been patient.” He said slowly, his tone low and gravely as he unbuckled his belt with one hand, his other keeping it’s place in your hair. “I’ve waited for you to realize it on your own.”

“That was my mistake.” He sighed, unzipping his pants and letting them fall. “I should’ve known you’d need me to spell it out for you, just like with everything else.”

“Well this time I’m gonna show you.” He said sternly, leaving no room for negotiation. “You want that don’t you? You want my cock?”

“Uh huh.” You nodded, pushing your ass up alittle higher.

“See? Mine.” He chuckled. “Even after all that, you’re still my obedient little puppy aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, too distracted by his cockhead rubbing firmly through your folds to collect your slick.

“You know that’s why I call you puppy right?” He snickered. “Cause you’re my bitch.”

You whimpered, ashamed that you found it incredibly attractive.

“Fuck. So goddamn needy.” He laughed, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up. “Is my little puppy ready for me? Ready for me to fuck this pussy til’ all you have left in that dumb little brain is me?”

[starrdream]

Save a horse ride a cowboy pt.3

farmboy!Anakin x f!reader summary: Spending the summer at your grandparents' ranch doesn't seem so bad after meeting the boy who works for them. includes: slight angst

The hat had been sitting on your nightstand for two days. You hadn’t touched it. You hadn’t given it back. Hadn’t even considered giving it back.

Hadn’t even looked at it for too long because every time you did, you remembered the way Anakin had placed into your arms himself-the way his eyes softened, just for a second, before you ruined it by snapping at him.

You hadn’t meant to.

You were tired that night. Stressed, frustrated, already on edge. And Anakin being his usual cocky, insufferable self had pushed one too many buttons.

So you’d bit back hard.

The second you saw the flicker of hurt in his expression, you knew you’d gone too far. But by the time you opened your mouth to fix it, his face had already shut down.

And now? He was avoiding you.

Not outright, not in a way that anyone else would notice-but you noticed.

He didn’t linger around you anymore. Didn’t make stupid remarks just to see you roll your eyes. Didn’t tease you for being slow in the mornings or mutter a sarcastic “Good job, sweetheart” when you actually managed to help out around the ranch.

And the worst part? You missed it. You missed him.

So you did the only thing you could think of. You put on the shortest pair of shorts you could find, paired them with a tight crop top and snapped a few quick photos. With the hat on of course.

'Cowboys do it better' You grin like a kid as you type out the caption before posting the photos.

The whole evening goes by, you see Anakin at least 5 times and he doesn't even look at you.

Much to your dismay, he hadn't liked them. Nor left a cheeky comment. Nor sent a flirty and teasing text. You weren't even sure if he saw them.

You cried yourself to sleep that night. For being such a bitch towards him. For caring too much. For trying too hard. For ruining what little fun you could've had this summer.

It was stupid. So stupid. You weren’t even sure why you were doing this.

Anakin was Anakin—a pain in your ass, the human embodiment of a cocky smirk and an eye-roll, the last person who would appreciate something like this.

But still, here you were, sitting on your bed and spending way too much time twisting knots into thin threads, trying to get the damn thing perfect.

A dumb, handmade friendship bracelet. For him.

It wasn’t much. Just a simple braid, blue and brown, because nothing else felt right. The colors reminded you of his eyes, his hat, the way the sky looked behind him when he leaned against the fence at sunset.

Not that you cared. Obviously. But maybe you felt a little bad after what happened.

After you snapped at him when he was just being nice and he had barely looked at you since.

And you hated it. So yeah, this was stupid. But maybe if you gave it to him, things would feel normal again.

You weren’t nervous. That would be ridiculous.

You were just overthinking a totally normal thing, like a normal person, because giving Anakin a handmade bracelet was completely casual and not weird at all.

It wasn’t like you spent two hours making it. It wasn’t like he’d been ignoring you for days and you hated it. And it wasn’t like you were pathetically hoping this would fix it.

Nope. Not nervous.

Which is why, when you finally found him leaning against the fence outside the stables, arms crossed, eyes squinting against the afternoon sun, you definitely didn’t freeze up.

And you definitely didn’t hesitate before marching over.

He didn't even look at you right away. Didn’t even react to your presence, other than the slight tilt of his head as you stopped beside him.

But when you shoved the bracelet toward him, dangling it between two fingers like it wasn’t the most effort you’d ever put into something so small, his gaze finally flickered down.

"…What is that?" His brows pulled together.

You shifted your weight. "A leash. So you don’t get lost."

He huffed, shaking his head, but his fingers brushed yours as he took it-and for one stupid second, you forgot how to breathe.

He turned it over in his palm, running his thumb over the knots, silent. Too silent. You hated it. So you forced a shrug.

"It's a friendship bracelet." You nodded. "Felt bad abou-"

That got his attention.

His eyes flicked up to yours, sharp, searching. "Friendship bracelet?"

You swallowed, looking away.

"Not like that" You huff. "It's nothing." You muttered. "Forget it."

But before you could pull your hand back all the way, he caught your wrist. And suddenly, your heart was in your throat.

"No." He replied firmly, huffing and shaking his head as he took the bracelet.

It wasn't a teasing or joking know. It was sincere and raw. Like he really didn't want you to take it back.

Then, without a word, he slipped the bracelet onto his wrist and tied it, pulling tight so it doesn't move around so much. Like it was everything.

"..Do you like it?" You asked,.

"'s nice." He mumbled seemingly uninterested, looking back at the sunset.

"Ah-you know what that's for, right?" You stutter, huffing a nervous laugh.

"Mhm." He hummed, tilting his head slightly. "I do" he said, voice quieter than you expected. "Not exactly what I was hoping it'd be for but, sure.."

No teasing. No smug grin. Just that simple answer, like he really understood. Like he knew exactly why you made it.

And he didn’t take it off, he kept fidgeting with it absentmindedly, twisting the threads like they meant something.

The whole series here.

@throughparisallthroughrome

[drowning-moonlight]

I know we all joke about how dumb it was for Obi-Wan and Yoda to want to hide Luke on Tatooine and not even change his surname - and I get it cause like, they're hiding Darth Vader's son on Darth Vader's home planet with Darth Vader's step-brother and call him by Darth Vader's real surname, like okay it is stupid when you think about that way - but I like to imagine that at some point while still a Jedi, Anakin just went on a rant about how much he hates Tatooine and never wants to return there again.

He's just full on "I hate Tatooine. I never want to set foot on that planet again. I hate Tatooine. I hate the sand. I hate the two suns. I hate the heat. I'm never going back there again. I don't care that I have a step-brother. My mom is dead and I hate Tatooine and I'm never going back." He just rants about it for like an hour, swearing to never return.

And then. When it comes time to hide new-born Luke, Obi-Wan and Yoda remember this rant and are like yeah maybe that's a good place to hide him? And they were right.

I think it's plausible.

[andorsdoll]

His, Even When I'm Not || Anakin Skywalker x Reader [Part 1]

Summary: It’s a miracle neither of you have been caught. You’re playing a dangerous game, one built on stolen touches, heated glances across the war room, and late-night rendezvous that always end with breathless kisses and bitten-off moans. But Anakin is getting bolder. And worse.

Word Count: 1.2k || Warnings: not rly smut(i wish) but nsfw; situationships, dysfunctional relationship, jealous/possesive!anakin skywalker, briefly anakin x padme if you squint??

Author's Note: not much to say this time around, although admittedly i thought of this fic when i heard this song while at work earlier, lol. thx for reading everybody! ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ

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It’s stupid, really. How this whole thing started. How it keeps going. How you both refuse to name it, yet act like it’s the only thing that matters.

You aren't his but the way he’s gripping your wrist right now and dragging you into an empty corridor of the Temple says otherwise. “Where were you?” Anakin demands, voice low.

You rip your arm away, glaring. “What? What are you talking about?"

“Don’t play dumb.” His jaw clenches, eyes burning into you. “I saw you with him.”

A sharp, dry laugh escapes you. “Sorry, I forgot I needed your permission to breathe around other people.”

His nostrils flare, in usual Anakin fashion, "You were smiling at him.”

"I smile at people sometimes, Anakin. It’s called being friendly," you mock.

He scoffs, shaking his head. “That wasn’t just being friendly.”

You're exasperated now, tilting your head. “And what exactly was it, then?”

Something catches in your throat when he steps closer and suddenly, there’s not enough air between you. Before you can form another proper, snarky response, his hands find your waist, firm and unrelenting.

“Anakin—”

His lips crash into yours while his hands are on your waist, pulling you flush against him. It’s reckless. Desperate. Just like every time before. Because this isn’t new. This isn’t a one-time mistake. It’s a habit, a problem, a fucking addiction. You shouldn’t want him. You shouldn’t let him want you.

But here you are with breaths overlapping, lips tangled and fervent, bodies pressed together like you’re trying to fuse into one. And then—like always—reality slams into both of you. You break apart, breathing hard. He stares at you like he wants to say something but there’s that hesitation.. again. The one that reminds you both of why this is a terrible idea. You smooth your robes, clearing your throat. “Well. That was mature.” you retort. His hands twitch at his sides. He wants to reach for you again, you can see it.

Anakin groans, running a hand through his hair. “You're driving me insane.” You can't help but smirk when you hear that. And yet, when he kisses you again—just as urgent, just as chaotic—you know neither of you are stopping anytime soon.

But you both know better.

━━━━⊱︎⊰━━━━

Tonight, it’s the mess hall. It’s late and most of the Temple is already asleep, you had foolishly made the assumption of thinking you could sneak in for a quick bite without him finding you.

“Having dinner without me?”

You look up mid-bite, rolling your eyes as Anakin slides into the seat across from you with that stupid smile of his. He’s grinning, but there’s something sharp behind it—something dangerous, possessive. You chew your food slowly before you swallow and lean forward. “Why? Gonna throw a fit if I do?”

His grin widens, but his foot nudges yours beneath the table. “That depends. Did you have company?”

You sigh dramatically. “Yeah, obviously with my many admirers, talking and flirting and—”

He grabs your wrist, pulling your hand across the table, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Not funny.” He says. You roll your eyes, letting him hold you.

“Little funny.” you retort.

His expression darkens, the teasing edge gone. “I mean it." That knocks the air out of your lungs a little. Because you know exactly what he means. You two don’t belong to each other. There are no promises, no commitments, no soft confessions whispered under the stars or in the quiet moments when your fingers lazily trace patterns on his chest, bodies still tangled in the afterglow. But Anakin acts like you do. And worse, you let him.

You look down at where his fingers are tangled with yours. You think back to earlier today, when your blood had felt like it was boiling over, and you tighten your grip. You should pull away. You should end this. “Yeah?” You tilt your head, searching his face. “Then stop looking at Senator Amidala like she’s the galaxy’s greatest treasure."

His brows shoot up, but you don’t miss the flicker of guilt in his eyes. “That’s not—”

“I see you” you interrupt, voice lower now. “I see the way you are with her, Anakin. The way she looks at you.”

His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t deny it. You swallow hard before you speak: “Look, I know we’re not… this isn’t…” your voice wavers as you shake your head, voice dipping. “But I hate it.”

Anakin lets out a sharp breath, shifting closer. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

“Then why—”

“Because I can’t have you!” he hisses, frustration bleeding into his voice. “Because this—us—is already dangerous, and if I admit it... I won’t stop!”

You inhale shakily at this. “And her?”

“She doesn’t—” He stops, exhaling through his nose, exasperated. "It’s not the same.”

You glare at him, trying to ignore the hurt curling in your chest. “So, what? I’m just some secret you can’t stay away from?"

His grip tightens on you. “No! Y-You’re the only thing that makes sense."

You’re quiet for a moment, the weight of his words pressing between you. Exasperated (more often than not these days), you sigh. "You're driving me insane," you say, Anakin's lips threaten to twitch into a smile. You both know this can’t last.

But for now, you let him lace your fingers together and let him look at you like that, like "you’re the only thing that makes sense"

━━━━⊱︎⊰━━━━

The tension between you two has been unbearable since the mess hall. Harder to act like this thing between you is just a mistake you keep making. Harder to brush off the way he looks at you, harder to pretend the jealousy isn't driving you two absolutely mad.

You’ve been avoiding him and Anakin’s been stewing, a terrible combination. He’s never been good at waiting. So when he finally catches you alone—again—this time in the shadows of a Temple hallway, you’re not surprised.

“What are we doing?” His voice is tight, like he’s barely holding himself together.

You exhale. “Anakin—”

“Tell me,” He steps closer with blue eyes burning, his voice low. You know you should stop him. That letting him say whatever his next words are, will make everything worse. But you don’t. “Tell me this isn’t just some game to you. That you don’t want anyone else either. That you just want me”

Your stomach flips violently. “Anakin…”

“Tell me” His voice still low and your hands fist in his tunic before you can stop yourself: "You know I just want you.”

His lips part, like he wasn’t expecting you to admit it out loud. Like he thought you’d deny it and keep pretending. But you were tired of pretending, tired of acting, tired of hiding. Anakin exhales sharply, forehead pressing against yours. “Then let’s stop lying.”

Your eyes flutter shut "You know we can’t.” Your chest tightens as you say it, “I don’t want to lose you.”

His grip tightens but then he pulls back just enough to look at you, his gaze softening: "You won't"

For a second, it feels like maybe—just maybe—this could be real. That you could have this, have him, without any consequence. But you know better. You two have always known better.

Yet, when Anakin tucks a strand of your loose hair behind you ear and kisses you this time, his hands cupping your face, it’s different. It’s not reckless or chaotic. It’s slow and steady. Certain. Like he’s made up his mind. Like he’s choosing you. And Maker help you—You’re choosing him too.

[marmot-bee-person]

ahsoka and anakin start with the same letter and they’re pretty similar like. personality wise i guess?

anakin and obi-wan both end with the same letter and they both die on the death star.

who wants to know my incredibly stupid idea of analysis

[mirrorofliterature]

if people could accept that anidala was 1) actually a secret relationship and 2) that 'it was actually allowed but anakin was too dumb to notice' is a dumb take, that would be nice

the 'oh how stupid are anakin and padme' take you constantly see in fanon grates after a while

[comicsandconstellations]

I drew this in September while very sick and haven’t posted it because the actual AU is sorta serious, but I recently rediscovered it the depths of my Star Wars folder. I love my stupid little AU, and I realised I haven’t posted any of my Domino and Vader art so I thought I would ease into it with this dumb one.

Idk, I just think it’s funny that Echo/Domino is having an awful time being held hostage by the Empire and forced to work under Vader, but Anakin has been Vader for only about three years at this point and is still sort of the chaotic nightmare he was prior, and the 501st energy is still strong with both of them. Maybe I shouldn’t be allowed to have drawing privileges sometimes.

[hanasnx]

You get all prettied up to go break up with your lover, ANAKIN SKYWALKER, because things have gotten too complicated. You’re not sure why you did it, showering and shaving chin to toe, applying your best scents and most expensive makeup, wearing your most form fitting outfit— a personal favorite of his. Maybe it’s to let him down easy in some way, give him something nice to look at while you break it off. He doesn’t take it well; the event ends with his dick bullying it’s way into your wet cunt, rearranging your insides. Teaching you to try to leave him, as if he’d let you, as if you’d last past a day without begging for this cock. How easy it was to flip you over and take what he wants, all because you’re that desperate for him to. That's why you got all dressed up, isn't it? Came all this way to taunt him with what he can't have? What did you think was gonna happen? Don't be stupid, are you stupid? Yes, yes you are. A dumb little hole, who else is gonna want you if you pull stupid stunts like this? This was a ploy for attention. Now trails of wet makeup stain your cheeks, your hair a ratted mess. You wanted to feel special dangling it over his head. Don't worry, angel, he'll fuck that need right out of you.

[zapernz]

can we get mommy!reader punishing sub!ani pretty please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🩷

metal kingdom

its finally here hope you enjoy pooks 🖤

warnings: degradation, mommy kink, knife play, impact play, handjob, blowjob

"you're such a bitch, anakin." you spit with a harsh slap to him face. he writhes, trying to move himself away, forcefully you grab his chin. "don't try getting away now, you've done this to yourself."

you knew he had lots of emotions and needed them fucked out of his head, so promptly without saying anything, you handcuff his hands to the bed frame, without much compliance from him.

he groans and tugs on the restraints, "this is so fucking stupid." he mumbles to himself. swiftly a pocket knife comes into his view, his mind goes blank, how the hell, where did you even get that from?

"don't worry where i got it from, not your business." you state. he huffs, he knew he could feel you poking around in his head, "get out of my head."

"sorry what was that? telling me what to do?" you hold the knife under his chin to force him to keep the eye contact he lost. "don't try it anakin. remember who’s in charge."

he wants to retort, he wants to shake his head no, he wants to be rude and say you're being stupid. but the cool blade under his neck makes his head go blank, making him stare at you dumbly.

"has mommy already turned you dumb? is a little blade making you that hard?" you laugh. "fuck that's so pathetic ani." you move the blade down his neck and down his torso.

he's staring at you, like you're the only thing in the universe, eyes blown wide, and his mouth open, panting. you move the blade down to his boxers, running the flat side of it over the prominent bulge, the coolness making his gasp, “fuck!”

you place the knife under the leg of his boxers and start slicing them off. anakin starts breathing heavier, the noise of the blade slicing through the fabric, making his legs shake slightly.

“fuck” he stutters out through gritted teeth. you chuckle, peeling off the remains of his boxers. “oh baby, you’re so wet.” you tease. he looks away, up at the ceiling trying to avoid your gaze that’s eating him alive.

“eyes on me anakin.” you remind sternly. but he doesn’t listen, keeping his eyes on the ceiling. you pick the knife back up, placing the flat side where his neck starts. he gulps. slowly moving his head to face you. “eyes on me, got it?” you respond, a lot more harshly. he hums out a sound of affirmation. you remove the knife placing it away.

moving your focus to his throbbing dick, you swiftly take it in your hand, and slowly start jerking him off, squeezing the tip, and running your thumb over it occasionally. “f-fuck mommy please!” he gasps out. as much as you would like to deny him, its kind of hard with a face as pretty as his, you slowly move your head down. lightly licking at the tip, then slowly, so slowly taking him into your mouth.

slowly you start to bob your head, swirling your tongue around the tip, sucking on it, before going back down and repeating it again. his hands are in fists around nothing, his head is still facing you but his eyes are screwed shut. you take him out of your mouth replacing it with your hand, making him whine.

regaining the knife you lightly drag it up his thigh, making his eyes open wide. “eyes on me.” you say again. he groans. “m sorry mommy, feels s’ good- i can’t.”

“yes” slice “you” slice “can” slice. each word interrupted by small cuts to his thigh. his eyes start watering, tears pouring at the stinging sensation of the newly formed cuts on his skin.

once he’s looking at you, you take him into your mouth again, continuing the motions that gets the most reaction out of him.

with once especially hard flick of your tongue on the tip, he lets out a loud whimper, “mommy- mommy- mommy- fuck m gon- cum please!”

with a few more bobs of your head he’s cumming, shooting into your mouth. once the extremity has worn off you take him out of your mouth. his body going practically limp.

you take the handcuffs off of him kissing his wrists softly and analysing for any marks that broke skin. he watches you with doe eyes and a smile. you open your side drawer which holds some items to clean the wounds.

once all cleaned and bandaged, you kiss him softly. “i love you ani” you say stroking his face. he smiles and mumbles out an “i love you too” or something to that affect.