#♡anakin

[stars4ani]

♡ nsfw 18+

︎ ♡ ੈ✩‧₊ being pushed into a small storage closet was not foreign to you, in fact, it had become routine. after every mission, you had waited for anakin with open arms, only to be shoved into the nearest room. his roughness would depend on the outcome of the mission. if it didn’t go as well as he hoped? you’d be gagging on him, he’d be merciless.

“shit… fuck” anakin skywalker’s words shoot straight to your core. looking up at him helplessly, your weak hands aimlessly claw at his back. another pained moan escapes your lips as his thrusts deepen, tip brushing against your cervix.

“please anakin p-please” you beg, unsure what exactly it is you’re begging for.

“just..” he trails off, and his large hands are suddenly clamped over your mouth. “just shush for a while, yeah? had a hard day, you don’t wanna make it harder on me do you?”

[aemvnd]

𝒶.skywalker. ┆ belonging.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[motelofmermaids]

i barely see gentle anakin skywalker… so… i am introducing it to y’all! rots anakin (lord have mercy) ❥ (+18)

anakin skywalker is unpredictable, in more ways than one—always leaving your breath caught in your chest.

he was rough in his voice, he had a strong sense of force. you knew that, he stood tall and confident… been through the darkest of days, the darkness of his life. he was cold because of that, never quite letting anyone in as much as he did with obi-wan. but you were different, and he knew that from the beginning. when you were sitting across from him in the jedi council, being only two years younger than him—the second youngest person to hold a position on the council—he knew you were different. you were soft in all ways. your voice, gentle. your eyes so sweet and smile just as warm when looking at everyone. including him.

you were the one that was there to arrest chancellor palpatine when anakin was at his lowest, fighting the dark side, slowly succumbing to the manipulation. you were there to give him a voice, allowing him to use it when the council fought so hard to refuse. he was head over heels, always around you. he smiled more, spoke up more—joked around, even. and eventually, he was not afraid of you being a little too close, was not afraid of your touch burning his skin—he was not afraid of receiving true love, because he was no longer afraid of losing you like he had lost his mother.

he stood tall and strong, but he was no longer cold and dark. anakin conveyed this in many ways, more specifically when you were beneath him. with a hand on your hip, his other, robotic arm, rested up against your head, his elbow digging into the pillow to hold himself up—too afraid to put too much weight on you, so afraid to break you like fine china.

he’d go slow, so excruciatingly slow. you’d beg out quiet sobs. ‘ani, please… ani, you can go faster,’ and how he loved your sings of utter submission. kissing up your neck, breathing so heavily into your ear. he’d leave you shaking, tears prickling your eyes because anakin was gentle, treating you like the most vulnerable thing as he shielded you with his body, fucking you with such fervor. wasn’t afraid to moan, show you just how much he craved your entire being. you were his religion, the way you whimpered and cried against the ghost of his lips—and god, he loved your lips. loved seeing his thumb trace it, loved seeing his fingers push in, pull out, push in until you were drooling around them.

anakin talks you through it so well, knows what to say to get you clenching around him, eyelashes fluttering as he stares into your pretty doe eyes. cannot help it, he argues, the way your whole body floats and blushes and glows when he calls you a ‘pretty girl,’ when he’s telling you ‘god… fuck—you take it so well, good girl.’ you were irresistible. he did it even when he’d be doing all the work, turning you into a sweet puddle of mess. he’d tell you how good you were doing. he craved the reaction. the praise he gave you, it made him feel powerful.

he’d mumble heavy i love you’s into your thighs, exploring every crevice, mapping out every single detail of a body he wants to engrave behind his eyelids. loved the way your fingers would twitch and pull his hair when his tongue would have you soaring and hiccuping out the most divine sounds. you were an angel, he’d conclude, every time his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

he cannot get enough you, he never will, and he conveys it in multiple ways. anakin skywalker is gentle.

[pari-143]

Deadass aged like fine wine (he’s so silly)

[starlyght]

✻ the way of feeling

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[first time writing on here so please go easy on me! + english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any possible mistakes. feel free to imagine any of your favs! much love ❦ ]

"He thought some nights while watching the dark sky that you must have fell from there. That the other stars must have pushed you out for being too bright. Your light hiding theirs. He swore to fight them in revenge for you."

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The way you made him feel was terrible. He hated you, so badly. He hated your smile, your gentleness, your soft voice and what he despised the most was the way you got him to smile at you, to greet you and laugh with you. He was never the one to show such softness to someone. Yet here he was, smiling gently at you, softly holding your gaze, fondness in his usual cold eyes.

He was the harsh, punishing winter wind while you were the soft sea breeze. He was the strongest, most feared and rough man of them all, yet in your presence he felt like the most delicate and precious thing in the world. Despite his cold exterior you still got him weak with nothing else than your heart and mind. Why would you treat him like that ? How could you ? How could you stop the aching in his heart so easily ?

Really, he hated that he couldn’t hate you, that he couldn’t stop wanting you. You were home to a homeless man, you were a flag to a nationless man. You were a saint to godless man. You were the universe to him, holding every being, planet, galaxy and possibility in the palm of your hand.

He thought some nights while watching the dark sky that you must have fell from there. That the other stars must have pushed you out for being too bright. Your light hiding theirs. He swore to fight them in revenge for you.

Although, on some other occasions he confided in them, telling them about his affection in hope that maybe your sisters would whisper to you about him. He wanted to spill all of his secrets in your listening and comforting soul. He wanted so badly to succumb and indulge in you, your touch, your heart, your mind, all in hope to find his peace. He wished wholeheartedly to do so, and he hated that. He hated the way you made him feel.

His hands were tainted, he couldn’t feel you without dimming your brightness. A caress would burn you, a kiss would drown you. Yet he couldn’t live without you, he knew it was wrong, so selfish of him to want it, to want you. He knew that if he asked you to stay by his side you wouldn’t refuse. He shouldn’t ask but, oh god, he wanted to, hell, he was going to.

He hated that the cat you were killed the lion he was, that the water of the smallest puddle took down the biggest fire, that the softest breeze made his steel prison crumble and fall to the ground like some mere card castle. He hated that you took down all of his defensive, he was like a knight without his shining armor. The weaker he got, the more powerful you became. He hated the way you made him need you. But now he breathes in you like oxygen and finds himself always craving more. And he loved this feeling.

Now that he has found his saving grace there was no coming back. He loved the way you made him shine with hope. He loved this way of feeling.

Ah, he really did love you.

[gummyfang]

♡♡♡ |   ˗ˏˋ SUBORDINATION  ´ˎ˗

➳　【 D a r t h　V a d e r　ｘ　Ｒｅａｄｅｒ 】

❧ Warnings: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 / 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐥

[ 2.3𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ]

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i get it we all love ani but regrettably my ass fell for the bald evil chicken nugget instead. people dont write for DV enough sooo here i am <3 though he doesnt take off the mask sos pretend its anakin if u like. please note this is half written to force myself through writers block so this isnt the quality i usually write but its gotta do it

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ♡

“This– This is highly unprecedented, Lord Vader.”

Your voice pushed itself out of your lungs in quivers and breaths, unable to stabilize itself against your pulsating nerves. If you’d had half a mind to speak from a place of rationality, you would have known that the inkling of a suggestion you were speaking against the Sith Lord provided enough reason for him to squeeze every ounce of life out of your limp body and toss it to the ground. 

Lucky for you, he had different plans for your body. 

Though the dark opaque lenses obscured his eyes from your view, you could practically feel his golden gaze pierce through your body. The burning sensation stirred and prodded at your core. He already had you in his stern grasp, and he hadn’t even started yet. 

“Your protests are merely performative. You have done nothing but bring this situation onto yourself.” Although the robotic vocoder neutralized his tone, the sneering intent of the comment was not lost on you. 

And he was right. 

Here you were, sitting sprawled out in his lap, your legs loosely wrapping themselves around his hips as you straddled the taller man’s lap. Your hands clutched onto the coarse fabric covering his robotic upper arms, as if you might topple over if you didn’t stabilize yourself against him. You hardly had any status to speak of, your role within the hive of the Empire negligible when compared to the Lord you were pressed up against. And yet, when being seated in this position, looking up at him like you were a pet, it felt like whatever dignity you had left was crumbling right before your eyes. 

This was bound to happen. Probably, at least. Hums and whispers drifted around the corridors of the ship about the extent of Vader’s capabilities. Everyone knew of his unorthodox method of execution, although the less physical nature of his power was shrouded in rumor.

In your own defense, even if you had believed the word that he could hear thoughts as if they were spoken, you’re not sure if you could have controlled your train of thought around him regardless. Your attraction to the Sith Lord was loud and bold, overtaking the clarity of your mind whenever you found yourself around him. The only feeling that rivaled your lust was your shame. It ensured you kept your mouth shut and your attraction under lock and key. You knew damn well that any kind of disrespect could get you killed, letalone this.

Unlucky for you, secrets were hard to keep from Lord Vader. On top of that, your thoughts just happened to be damn loud. Whenever Darth Vader found himself near you, his own mind flooded with your filthy imaginations effortlessly. At first it wasn’t something he acted upon. Mainly because he wasn’t entirely sure what he would do about it. To respond to these matters meant acknowledging them, and Vader found himself unsure of whether or not he wanted to do so. 

But the more Vader was exposed to those indecent thoughts, of how you yearned for his fingers to slip between your folds, for his gloved fingers to drag in and out of your soaked cunt deliciously, the more he found those thoughts becoming his own. The more powerful the urge to take in the view of your meek body beneath his own, and the more he was overtaken by the need to mold your body to his touch like clay. 

And the more you exposed him to your mind with your mere proximity, the more he’d started to consider indulging in your mutual fantasies. You’d grown somewhat careless, deeming the rumors to be just that, your curiosity drawing you closer to him when it was just the two of you. Before you’d realized, you were pulled into his grasp. 

You swallowed thickly, shame and sheer embarrassment forming a lump in your throat. Was this punishment? No, it couldn’t be. Lord Vader’s methods of punishment were much more cruel, more direct. And although your mind struggled to accept it, it left you with little guesses as to what his intentions could be. Still, even when his fingers were tracing your ribs up and down as if he were counting them, your mind desperately sought for the verbal confirmation.

“But- why?” 

Your words vented out between your lips in hot puffy breaths as Vader’s fingers ghosted over your clothed chest. His touches lacked experience, but were laced with intent under his watchful gaze.

“You are feigning ignorance.” he scoffed, his hands firmly settling onto your waist. He’d made it clear he wasn’t going to tell you what you already knew. All you could do was whimper quietly as his hands dipped down, wasting no more time as his fingers hooked around the waistband of your pants and started tugging the fabric down.

You lifted your hips obediently, allowing him to proceed. Vader wasted no time with discarding the dark piece of clothing before firmly yanking you back against his own body. You couldn’t hold down a yelp as your skin met the cold, hard material of his armor. The dark mask tilted to the side, and for a moment you could swear he was amused by how easily you folded under his touch. 

In this position, pressed up against him so closely, you swore you could feel everything. The sound of your own blood rushing in your ears was only overpowered by the artificial noises of his suit steadily compressing and decompressing, the hot air venting against your bare skin. You could feel the biological remnant of his upper leg flex against your clit, causing you to freeze up slightly with a soft whimper. 

But most of all, though the sight was obscured from you by those red-tinted lenses, you felt that golden stare piercing through you. Was he enjoying this? Was any of this genuine? Or was this just a cruel game of subordination? “You concern yourself with the specifics of the situation too much. This is what you wanted, no?”

It was like each of his words filled and pulled at the crevices of your mind. You’d heard of the Sith’s methods in altering people’s thoughts and ideas, but despite your lack of sensitivity to the Force, it did not feel like that’s what he was doing. No, Vader was simply exploring. Using what he found to guide you in the directions he wanted you to go. And, to be frank, you were more than eager to follow. 

Your tongue stuck to your palate dryly as you opened your mouth slightly, soft yet nervous breaths fogging up his dark armor, and Vader took your silence as an invitation to continue. Even if you did have any genuine complaints, he surely would have been aware of them by now. 

The fabric of his gloved hand dragged coolly against your skin, having found its way beneath your uniform and simply discovering the dips and shapes of your body. With every touch, your nerves seemed to crackle. You cursed yourself for being so sensitive, so nerve-wrecked.

His thumb presses down on the small gap between two of your ribs, tracing its way down before stopping at your thigh. Despite his movements lowering towards your aching center of arousal, his helmet never seemed to dip down. His line of sight remained transfixed on you, your expressions, your feeble attempts to keep your feelings under control. 

A thick silence where nothing happened had suddenly overtaken the situation. Where everything had previously been so overwhelming from the Sith Lord’s probing and prying at your mind and body, suddenly the stagnant mechanical breathing was all you could hear. 

As you would soon learn, this silence was just the calm before the storm. 

The blood flow ringing in your ears seemed to grow a little louder. External hums and buzzes weighed down on you, as if the air permeating through the room had grown thicker. 

Vader’s hands still hadn’t moved. His hand remained right where it was, the leathery texture of his glove just barely grazing your bare skin. And yet you could feel him. Further down. Touching you.

Your mouth fell open in a soundless gasp as an electric, buzzing pressure built itself up against your clit. You could feel the pressure dip between your folds, teasingly circling around the area you wanted to feel it in most, before dragging its way back up.

Whining softly, you let your head drop down until your forehead rested on the Sith’s shoulder, sucking in a few uncertain, shaky breaths. The pressure was firm, overwhelmingly so, but not enough for it to hurt. Vader seemed to have flawless control over how he wanted to touch you. 

He finally managed to wrench a loud whine from your throat when you could feel his Force touch suddenly drag over your clit roughly. But this time, his touch did not dip back down. The pressure started to circle around the little bud, lingering in the places that would draw the loudest noises from you. 

It was an indescribable sensation. The buzzing pleasure reached deeper than your fingers, or any other man had ever accomplished, for that matter. It almost felt like the sensations were reaching down deeper inside you. Hell, for all you knew, they were. The only thing you did know is that if he kept going like this, your orgasm would come crashing down within minutes. 

“Your resilience isn’t quite what you have made it out to be in your mind.”

Vader’s words snap you out of the pleasured stupor you were losing your mind to. Though his modulator would have cut out any sneering lilts to his tone of voice, the comment almost sounded like more of an observation. Your mind was likely betraying things in the moment that even he hadn’t been aware of before this point. 

Your eyes look up at him, pupils blown out and lips parted. His gaze remains fixated on you, the invisible touches never faltering in tempo or intensity. 

One of his hands was hovering above your thigh. The muscles in his fingers and the back of his palm were contracted, slightly curled, only slightly strained to keep you in his grasp. His other hand suddenly began moving up, and you soon felt the cold leather covering his fingertips brushing over your cheek. Four of his fingers rested on your cheek and jawbone, as he rested his thumb on your bottom lip. 

At this point, your consciousness had abandoned you. All your mind could think about was him, and the pleasant vibrations between your legs. Without giving it a second thought, you slid his digit between your lips. The leather left a musky taste in your mouth, but you were too fucked out to care. Vader pressed his thumb down on your tongue, leaving you sighing out of your nose contentedly. 

“Obedient little pet,” he hissed in a low tone. 

The wrist of his other arm twisted a little. Neither your mind nor your body could have ever prepared you for the sensations that invaded your senses mercilessly. 

Out of nowhere, the pressure had multiplied. Moved. Dear Maker, the feeling was deep inside of you now. Your eyes shot wide open as you almost bit down on his finger. Thankfully you had half a mind not to do so, remembering exactly whose lap you were sprawled out on. 

“Do not stop.”

His command was harsh, a threat lingering behind his voice. You whimpered, fat tears sticking to your lashes as you continued sucking on him meekly, trying to stabilize your breathing. 

The ever present tugging at your clit had been a lot to handle, having you teetering on the edge. This new sensation was on a whole new level. The vibrations deep inside you were harsh and unforgiving, brushing your cervix and leaving your pussy fluttering around the hot emptiness the Force left in its wake. 

The pressure rammed itself against your gummy walls until it curled itself against that sensitive little spot. Your body tried to lurch forward with a harsh cry, but Vader’s grip on your jaw suddenly tightened painfully. He was keeping you right where he wanted you, where he could see all of your reactions to how he was bending your body to his very will. 

You choked out a sob, overwhelmed by the pleasure, the pain, the vulnerability of it all. 

The Sith finally removed his digit from between your lips, thumb instead brushing over your cheek in an almost tender manner. The slew of soft cries and pants sounded heavenly to him. 

As the Force continued to abuse that gummy spot deep inside your cunt, you couldn’t hold on much longer. You cried out as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder, your pussy clenching down harshly around nothing as you felt the slick drip between your legs. Each aftershock had you forgettinghow to breathe, the pressure coaxing you through each pleasurable wave of your orgasm until you were lost in it. 

But as your high gradually came to an end, you realized that the movements inside you had not. Far from it. The swirling pressures had started to accelerate, moving even more roughly, bruising your insides. You found the strength to lift your head, looking at him with a questioning tearful expression. His respirator cycled a few times before you heard what you could swear was a chuckle. 

“You think this is over, little pet?” he sneered. “It is only over when I say it is.” You felt a particularly rough pressure against your G-spot, making you sob loudly in overstimulation. Vader leaned over, lifting your chin so he could observe every detail of your precious, ruined face. 

“You really shouldn’t ask for things you can’t take.”

𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

@jellydodger

[murdrdocs]

5K/6K CELEBRATION

first of all, thank you for 5k and for 6k, so close together, too! it seriously means a lot. if you read for my blog, i want to also bring attention to other blogs and works that i like, and sometimes draw inspiration from! really work through this list and these blogs, show everyone here love !! xx

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: ̗̀➛ caroldantop's i could be your favorite girl

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: ̗̀➛ talklokitome's the chase

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: ̗̀➛ anon's this is where the fun begins

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: ̗̀➛ therealmaxrebo's a practical lesson in patience

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: ̗̀➛ laserbrain's exposure.

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detroit: become human

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¡! ❞ connor, changed my entire life, one of my favorite fics of all time

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: ̗̀➛ matchmorphosis' hello, cowgirl

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, inspired me to get cowgirl boots

: ̗̀➛ carmybear's assembly required

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, established relationship, soft!carmy

: ̗̀➛ rassvetsky's carry you away with me

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: ̗̀➛ jangofctts's hot venom

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¡! ❞ tommy slater, one of my all time favorites, shower fucking, normal tommy

: ̗̀➛ keravnous' bathroom b!tch

¡! ❞ tangerine, bathroom sex, semi canon-complicit

nonpoppin's paul atreides works

¡! ❞ inspired me to write a 4k word essay about him

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¡! ❞ mike wheeler, literally altered my brain chemistry

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¡! ❞ druig, kept me afloat for months

: ̗̀➛ greenorangevioletgrass' only joy, only anguish

¡! ❞ druig, also kept me afloat for months

: ̗̀➛ silkscream's peter parker works

¡! ❞ just read them. all of them

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: ̗̀➛ gxtitobxby's dark rafe blurb

¡! ❞ rafe cameron, changed my life, tw for dark!rafe and manipulation

: ̗̀➛ idcntlikedarkness's jj works ꕥ

¡! ❞ fueled my budding jj addiction, made me a jj lover, so srs

: ̗̀➛ folkloreslovechild's sweet nothing ꕥ

¡! ❞ soft!rafe cameron !!!, so so cute, literally my ideal scenario

: ̗̀➛ onsunnyside's innocent reader and jj

¡! ❞ jj maybank, drew inspiration from for 'teaching ethan how to kiss', love love love

: ̗̀➛ storiesbound's halley's comet

¡! ❞ rafe cameron, so super soft rafe, changed my life

: ̗̀➛ bettysupremacy's summer girl

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[sunrisemcash]

Prompt: “Please stay with me.”

TW are in tags.

"Obi-Wan..."

Anakin stood there still.

raindrops were falling on him... it was touching his eyes, and... falling down...

chilled breeze was cutting him like a knife.

"Master..."

He sat down.

falling... falling down...

Falling apart...

Ahsoka's silent, helpless tears, Obi-Wan- Obi-Wan's ruined white tabbart, his... his... cold stiff hands, his...

closed eyes...

shut mouth..

dead body...

"Anakin..." The 25-year-old Obi-Wan...

"Padawan, sit still." That 29-year-old Master...

"Calm down, breathe..."

"You need to focus, padawan."

"Don't worry, I got you."

"Anakin..."

Anakin looked up.

"Anakin...?"

Again, that voice... is Anakin going crazy?

Anakin stood up too fast and staggered on his feet.

Oh darkness, darkness is slowly coming towards him... darkness will engulf him...

"Anakin...?"

Anakin looked back.

A figure was staring at him. His auburn hair was... dirty. His, white tabbart, his grey eyes... His cologne...

Something is choking Anakin.

The figure came to him.

"O-Obi-Wan?" He finally managed to say something.

"Padawan..."

Chill ran down Anakin's spine.

"Ma-Master?"

The figure... No no, it's Obi-Wan. It's, it's Anakin's Obi-Wan... Smiled. Warmly. Just like those days.

"Happy birthday, padawan."

"I am very proud of you... Padawan."

"I will not leave you, Padawan. You're safe here."

"Master.... You came back, you-"

Anakin raised his arms and practically fell on that figure. But... Obi-Wan didn't catch him.

He fell like a rag doll.

"You left me, Anakin."

Anakin slowly got up, and again looked at Obi-Wan with desperate and teary eyes.

"Mas-Master... No, I didn't leave you.."

"You didn't save me, Anakin. You didn't do your best."

"Master.. no..."

"You... left me... to get shot, to fall on that ground... You let me fall Anakin."

Obi-Wan went near the large and open window.

"I fell, I fell Anakin. I will fall again. You won't save me. You can't. Why? Why can't you?"

Anakin didn't even try to stand up. He crawled and clutched Obi-Wan's legs, but it was... He couldn't catch it. Force, he couldn't even touch Obi-Wan's legs... like... Like it was made of air!

Still... still he tried.

"No...no... no Obi-Wan... Please don't go! Please Master..." He was sobbing, "Please... Stay with me... Please don't leave me like my mom..."

Obi-Wan didn't hear anything.

He fell.

"No... MASTER!"

Somewhere in Coruscant's dark area, someone woke up with a gasp.

"What happened, Hardeen?"

"No, I just..."

He felt a burning sensation in his chest, in his head, right where he used to feel his bonds. Did force suppressors stop working? Probably, he needed another dose.

[stars4ani]

nsfw 18+

tw dumbification

anakin skywalker is mean when he fucks you, but it’s hidden behind his faux sympathy. he dumbs you down so much so that you can’t get off without him.

you’re sitting on his knee, short skirt ridden up and pink panties pulled to the side. his hand is big enough to engulf both of yours, holding them firmly behind your back as his other rests on your shoulder, keeping you still.

“please, i need to feel you” your desperate pleas are dismissed, responded to with a smirk.

“you can move yourself you know…s’not that hard baby” he chuckles, mocking you. you fight against his hold but instead his grip on your wrists tightens, probably bruising your weak wrists.

“move your hips, i mean. god, do i really have to tell you how to do everything?” he sighs, taking matters into his own hands as he bounces his leg for you, causing cries of pleasure to escape from your throat. the sharp movements make your poor cunt clench around nothing, the fuzzy feeling in your stomach spreading all over.

“stop- fuck- stop acting like i’m dumb” you respond between ragged breaths. this ignites a chuckle from him, bringing his rough fingers down to circle around your puffy clit so you could shut up again.

“never said that” he narrows his eyes at you slightly, studying your seemingly expression, “i’m making you feel good and you accuse me of calling you dumb? i guess i shouldn���t even be touching you here baby…but you need me to make you feel good right? can’t do it yourself can you? maybe you are dumb.”

[disruptednaboo]

starter | timeline: 21 b.b.y | muses accepted: any. | age: 18+.

my character: Padmé Naberrie Amidala.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.･ ﾟ. ﾟ. ﾟﾟ. ﾟ.｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.･ ───

Coruscant seemed utterly silent that night, the invisible streets in the sky were almost empty except for a few speeders going back home from work — or the Maker only knew where. Padmé sat right by the window, admiring the starry sight that brightened space, before standing slowly with a low sight that seemed useful enough to relief whatever was going on in her mind, a bit at least. “Is everything alright, Mistress Amidala?” Threepio’s voice broke through the silence, making the woman suddenly snap back to reality. With a gentle expression while her eyes spoke with uncertainty, she gazed at him before looking back outside the window. “Anakin had been acting distant lately. It worries me.” Padmé admitted softly, her features hardened slightly in turmoil. Anakin had always been secretive when it came to out his emotions — however, lately, it only seemed to worsen.

“Perhaps Master Anakin is simply too involved in his work, I am sure nothing serious had happened. Rest assured, Mistress Amidala.” the droid’s voice, somehow, held a reassuring tone to it, even through all the coding and inalive protocols. “Overthinking, you say?” Padmé’s head turned slightly to look back at C3-PO, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Tiredness, maybe. You should rest, Miss. Your pregnancy status needs sleep. With your permission,” the droid concluded, bending in a mechanical way before disappearing out of the bedroom with a funky walk. Padmé sighed once again, her figure slowly making steps to walk out the bedroom and into the wide balcony it had. The wind brushed through her curls gently as she bent over the railing, her chin in the palm of her hand.

[motelofmermaids]

anakin skywalker who works on the garden your home has, a small cottage hidden away on naboo. anakin skywalker who loves to caress your cheeks, absolutely adores holding everything he loves in the palms of his hands. anakin skywalker who’s so comfortable around you, he laughs loudly and freely—maybe even snorts. anakin skywalker who blushes when you call him ‘mine’ and ‘handsome.’ anakin skywalker who holds you from behind as you make breakfast because he cannot get enough of you. anakin skywalker who keeps his written wedding vows to you hidden in his notebook, along with dried flower petals from your bouquet because he just loves you so dearly. anakin skywalker who buys you the trinkets and clothes your eyes linger on for a little too long, because he knows you truly want it.

[pari-143]

HES SO FINE OMG 😭😭

[obisangell]

obikin poem i wrote because ive got the sw brainrot ♡ 🌓

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　 ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖✶ ✦　　

I'll be your last kiss before you surrender,

I'll be your summer sun before the winter,

Do you still like peaches as much as you used to?

I remember every mundane thing about you.

That's what made you so big,

As wide as the sky,

You'd carry a conversation while staring death in the eyes.

Puffed up chest and a big loud heart,

You always waited for me to reach for your hand,

Even though I knew you were scared of the dark.

You laugh and it's glorious,

You yell and it makes me sick,

You smile and I feel like I've won the lottery,

You're a burning building,

You're an armed robbery.

I would love you if you married somebody else,

I would hug you with a gun to my head,

If you burnt this city to the ground I'd still make your bed,

I'll be your end-all devastation,

I'll be your best friend.

[bucksangel]

anakin my beloved

[gummyfang]

For some reason I think jealous Anakin fucks you and breeds you, maybe being 'persuasive' (ahem, manipulative) about it. That scene where he was jealous and fought with Clovis? Hmm, delicious.

OHGHHH YES,,, NSFW under cut

Warnings for (slightly toxic) possessiveness, unprotected sex, slight mention of voyeurism, lotta (praising) dirty talk. Also dom Ani. Gender-neutral afab reader <3

That Anakin is a possessive man hardly needs to be mentioned. He is afraid to lose, especially those he holds dear. It causes him to downright crave control over everything in his life, and this craving extends to the loved ones he has not lost yet.

Yeah, cue the stinging jealousy he feels whenever another man is trying to make his moves on you. Anakin truly and deeply loves you, he really does, but in moments like that his possessiveness can cause him to objectify you a tad. He sees you as his. His to claim, and not for anybody else to lay their dirty fucking hands on.

Truth is, although Anakin would love to put handsy men in their place, he doesn't always have the liberty to do so. He will absolutely knock the teeth out of the helpless choking shithead who just made an inappropriate comment in an abandoned alleyway, but in crowded spaces? He can't really get away with it. It drives him crazy. His urges to claim you on the spot are difficult for him to suppress.

Ani can improvise though. He'll gladly claim you in other ways.

He will lean in over your shoulder, seemingly moving in to kiss you on your cheek but leaning down further to wetly place his lips against your neck, muttering about how it's time to get back to your place. Whoever you were talking to will get the hint when he glares up darkly at them, a quiet warning to leave what is his alone or suffer the consequences.

When you get back he wastes no time marking you up, desperately teething at the skin on your neck and collarbone to decorate it with red marks.

"You look so good tonight." he breathes between desperate kisses.

"So fucking good. Maker, what am I going to do with you?"

A deeper growl is laced into the tone of what almost sounds like desperate worship he takes on for you in the bedroom, a hint of the jealousy still stirring a poisonous fire in his gut.

He pushes you to the bed and wastes no time getting you out of your clothes, quickly moving on to get himself out of his as well.

"They can't appreciate you like I can."

His words are sharp and venomous as he pushes himself into you with one rough movement, pelvis pressed harshly against you. He gives you some time to adjust to him, he'd never go out of his way to make things painful for you. But the second you catch your breath, the thrusts he delivers are fast and harsh.

"They don't get to see you like this. They don't deserve to."

A grin tugs at the corner of his lips as he sees your face contort, his cock pounding into you relentlessly. It's like you were fucking made for him.

He pulls out of you abruptly, leaving some of your slick to trickle down out of your fluttering pussy.

Before you can so much as whine, both your legs are hoisted up over his shoulders, before he's back inside and pounding into you with newfound vigor.

"You don't need to go back to that filthy place." Anakin groans loudly, his own claiming words and your acceptance of them making his cock twitch harshly.

The pads of his fingers trail over your body, pressing down roughly to leave reddened stripes in your skin.

"I'm all you need, right? Th... This is... Maker, look at you, you're gorgeous like this. Only for me..."

As he continues to fuck himself into you deeply, he pants and mutters incoherent promises of making you his, filling you up. The overwhelming pleasure clouds his judgment and train of thought.

Anakin keeps plunging himself into you, angling himself until you cry out. He can't be bothered about the fact that passerby on the streets below could hear you. If anything, that turns him on even more.

Before you know it, his hips stutter, cursing as he cums inside. His hands keep your hips down, ensuring you take it all deeply. He keeps his cock plugged deeply inside as he lazily kisses up your jaw, humming soft praise about how well you did, how you're his.

And despite your promises you'll find another bar to frequent, you know damn well that regardless of location this will happen again if you are approached by someone else.

[roseadleyn]

This man >>>> Lant

NO FR THOUGH. AND HIS SON AS AN ADULT?? like i'm on my knees for their visuals

every manhwa man ever >>>> Lant