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anilovie · 4 months

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Could I request something with a shy! Reader who has a huge crush on Anakin. And every time they see him, they just—run away. Lol.

This drives Anakin up the fucking wall, because he just wants to talk to them and see their sweet face and hear their beautiful voice. He thought their little crush was cute/funny at first, but as time went on, he actually fell harder. 😌💕

Eventually, he corners them and seduces them into looking at him. Like—cups their jaw with his leather glove and presses his thumb against their throat to force their neck back to look at him. 🥵 And then he just DEVOURS them.

I love your writing sm, by the way. 💕

A.N: I loooooved this request. i could write about this for HOURS. lmk if you want more, sweet anon 💖

CW: fluff, lots of fluff, solely fluff, kissing and requited pining with a dash of fluff, gn reader

WC: 1.5k

♡ Let’s be real. Anakin would certainly know you have a crush on him from the moment it forms.

♡ As the ‘Brotherhood’ book insists, Anakin is better at reading peoples emotions through the force than anyone else. So of course he’d be able to pick up on the way your nerves spike whenever he’s near, the rush of elation coming from you when he walks in the room, the stutter of your heart when you lock eyes and he offers a polite nod in greeting.

♡ He can feel how you stare at him from across the room when you think he’s not looking. Can see the goosebumps on your skin when he ‘accidentally’ brushes you. He can tell when you’re even thinking about him just from the way your heartbreak quickens and you begin to fidget with your hands.

♡ He knows everything about what you’re trying to hide from him.

♡ But you have no idea that he returns those feelings.

♡ It only makes your crush on him that much more frustrating. Because he wishes he could just sit you down someplace and talk to you for hours— stare into your eyes and study the way your face moves when you smile, and frown, and laugh, and cry. He wants to know every inch of you, to study all your flaws and perfections, to know everything about you.

♡ More than anything, he wants to just have you already, raw and real and unapologetically you.

♡ But you’re always making excuses to leave him early whenever you’re left alone. Always turn away when you catch him staring. You’re always crossing your arms or pulling your jacket tighter when he’s near, or hiding behind Obi-Wan, or cutting yourself short when you speak. And if he tries to flirt with you, you clam up and practically disappear in a puff of smoke.

♡ One time, he’s almost certain he made you cry. All he said was that you looked pretty, and tapped the bottom of your chin with his finger. That’s it. But your eyes got all wet and your lip started to wobble, and you quickly turned away, muttering some excuse about being late for an appointment.

♡ most infuriatingly, you’ve only been able to make eye contact with him a handful of times; much less hold it. Your pretty eyes turn wide with embarrassment, your nerves go haywire, and you rip your beautiful gaze away far too quickly for his liking.

♡ And force forbid you have to speak to him. Always staring over his shoulder when he talks to you, or at his chest, or his shoes, or your shoes.

♡ If you manage to get a few sentences out without stumbling over your words or cutting yourself short, he is so proud.

♡ If you’d only just look at him, you would see that.

♡ Though you can never seem to form a complete sentence around Anakin, to Ashoka you can’t seem to shut up.

♡ “Kriff, alright! I get it! Enough about my ‘hot master’!”

♡ In all honesty, you think Anakin merely tolerates you. You’re friends, and you work together, so you think he’s obligated to be nice to you.

♡ the only way you can come out of your shell around him at all is when he makes it glaringly, sickeningly obvious that he’s head over heels about you, too.

♡ Sweet smiles, soft touches, and gentle words of praise and adoration. Constant endearment and doting. It’s endless coming from him, earning constant eye-rolls from Ahsoka.

♡ he always lowers his voice so it’s in that soft, raspy register with you. He doesn’t even notice it, but you do. It’s like he’s reserved all of his gentleness just for you.

♡ most days, he has to call your attention to him, otherwise you won’t dare trouble him. For example, you’re hurrying past him in the starfighter bay, heart jumping into your throat as soon as you recognize that curly head of golden hair, when;

“Hey— you just gonna walk right past me?”

You skid to a stop and turn back around, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry… thought you were busy. Didn’t wanna bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me. You never bother me.”

“Oh…” you laugh nervously, clasping your hands in front of you. His attention pins you to the spot, forcing your gaze to your shoes as you awkwardly rock back on your heels. “So, did you… did you need something?”

“Yes, actually,” he gestures with his head behind him, toward his ship. “Come with me?”

Your gut swirls in anticipation for what Anakin could possibly need to be alone with you for. You’re no genius when it comes to spaceships; you can only hope that whatever it is, you don’t make a fool of yourself in front of him.

Anakin leads you inside to the control room, and then abruptly stops. He turns to you with his arms crossed, intense stare piercing into your face, and comes right out with it:

“Why won’t you ever look at me?”

Immediately, your face grows warm. He gives you no time to even wrap your brain around the question before adding;

“You’re not scared of me, are you?”

As if to prove him wrong, you flick your eyes up to his face, and then quickly away. “I do look at you.”

“That hardly counts,” He scoffs.

It’s worse. He’s making it so much worse. The small space, the forced proximity, the confrontation— your heart is going haywire in your chest, skin breaking out in a nervous sweat. Your mind goes absolutely blank.

“Am I that hard to look at?” His tone is light, teasing, but there’s a hint of seriousness behind it.

“No— no, you’re not hard to look at, at all,” you quickly assure. And because your brain has melted, you add, quieter, “that’s sort of the problem.”

He’s silent for a long moment. And when you sneak another glance at him, you see a grin slowly crawling onto his face.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“You think I’m handsome, hm?”

“Just a little,” you mutter, arms crossed defensively. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

“No?”

“No.”

You search for the exit, thinking it’s about time you get out of this situation before you quite literally pass out. With every word, Anakin leans closer to you, and your pulse has quickened to the point of dizziness.

“I think you like me,” Anakin’s voice has dropped to a near-whisper, rasping as he leans down close to your face. You’ve shrunk back as far as you can go, almost hitting your head on the control panel above.

You turn your head away, trying to escape him, only to find his arm already braced against the wall by your head, trapping you in.

“Anakin—“

There are so many thoughts flying through your head. This can’t happen— he’s a Jedi— you want him— you can’t breathe— is he getting closer?

“Look at me,” he demands. And it’s like he’s the pied piper: His voice controls you.

Blue.

“There you go,” the corner of his lips tilt up. “Not so hard now, is it?”

“It is hard,” you whisper, eyes welling with overwhelmed tears. “You make me nervous.”

He can feel your fragile will shatter, bringing his other hand to cup your jaw, keeping your head tilted up with leather fingers. Even if you look away, you have no choice but to face him.

“Well, I’m proud of you.” His voice is incredibly soft. It’s not mocking or teasing or anything.

He’s proud of you. Anakin Skywalker is proud of you.

That knowledge coaxes you back to him, slowly, and you see true adoration shining in those glittery, softened eyes. Your shoulders finally relax, shaky breath filling your lungs.

“Please don’t make fun of me,” you beg, giving up on hiding what you truly feel for him. He’s forced it all to light now, anyways. “I know you can’t feel the same. And I’ll keep it to myself. I don’t want to trouble you—“

“Hey, hey,” he cuts you off, hushing softly. “What did I say? You’re never troubling me,” his gaze shifts between both of your eyes, as if unable to decide which to look at. “And who says I can’t feel the same? Who says I can’t feel more?”

Your attention accidentally shifts down to his mouth, and your mind goes absolutely blank again.

“W-what?”

Pretty, plump lips curl into a smile. Mischievous, this time. Knowing.

“What’re thinking about, hm? Tell me, please. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

His face draws impossibly nearer, you almost go cross-eyed trying to keep looking at him. His breath tickles your lips, and you instinctively squeeze your eyes shut.

“Show me what you’re thinking,” he urges. And with a surge of confidence, fueled by the desire to just take what you’ve wanted for so long now, you lift your chin and close the last remaining centimeters between you.

“Mmm,” he immediately hums, appreciating your eagerness. He smiles against your lips, and it lights your body on fire.

You are kissing Anakin Skywalker.

His lips are just as soft as they look.

You finally know what Anakin tastes like.

These three thoughts are all you can grasp until you pull away too soon, stomach somersaulting from the soft sound your lips make as they break apart. Only he hasn’t had enough. Using the hand on your jaw to keep you still, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss, tilting his head to taste you deeper, harder— he lets his tongue swipe your bottom lip, coaxing you open, wanting to know if you taste this good everywhere— only the feeling of his hot tongue on your lip fills your face with unbearable heat, and you pull away from him with a gasp.

“Anakin—“ you whine, bringing your hands up over his to cover your face.

He’s laughing now, ducking his head so that his bangs cover his eyes. If the lighting wasn’t so dim, you could have sworn there was color blooming on his cheeks.

“What? Too much?”

Again, you’re left speechless.

But you’re not stupid. Of all the words he’d just spoken to you, all of the gentle touches and longing looks in the past, of how he’d just kissed you—

“There’s no need to be so shy around me, sweetheart,” he tries to amend. “I adore you. Everything about you,” he shakes his head. “I always have.”

He couldn’t make it more clear. A tiny, hopeful smile eases its way onto your face, but you bashfully push at his chest. “Okay,” you huff. “Just— just let me breathe for a minute, okay?”

He laughs again, but leans back and returns his arms to his sides so you can gulp in a deep breath. Your face is so hot, and your lips are tingling from his phantom touch. And he’s still just staring at you, unblinking.

“Stop looking at me,” you mumble, and he responds by affectionately squeezing your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, stealing a quick kiss on your pouted lips before you can complain.

“Never.”

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hanasnx · 5 months

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okay I have had this Thought for Far Too Long.

anakin looks like he'd be someone's sexy bodyguard they can't keep their eyes away from. and then eventually the tension breaks between them and they absolutely fuck. say its someone of royalty and they do it in their bed. (like holy shit-). now anakin makes passes at em all the time despite being in public, and it takes the guardee forever to leave bed in the morning now, totally not bc they're getting railed like anakin's life depends on it. he def fucks like his life depends on it

MINORS DNI 18+

i get you, i think its rly common trope that ppl like to pit him in, the whole bodyguard thing. who can blame them tbhh like the source has to be his whole thing with padme in aotc right? horny pretty boy following you around until you agree to marry him? cmon who doesnt love that

this made me think of a scene i shall paint for you:

"Don't." you warn, tight-lipped. Marginally, you tilt your head away from his, discouraging him from making a mistake. From taking this whole thing too far.

Tasked with protecting you, watching your every move, following you everywhere you go, ANAKIN SKYWALKER had confessed his budding feelings by trapping you against a wall. Royalty, such as you, meant to be untouched, has their back against a wall, as someone who serves you keeps you pinned like a helpless butterfly to canvas. Either of his thick arms propped at the sides of your head. You're no fool, you've been aware of this situation, hell you might've led him on a bit. But that was to be expected! You're above all, you can use and play with people as you please. The problem here lies that the Jedi Knight is teaching you he's not one to be toyed with.

You're sure he's going to do something you both regret. "Master Skywalker, please." you plea, wary anyone could turn the corner and see a man so close to you. A man meant to guard you. There's a yearning in those intense eyes, a gaze you've come to bloom underneath every time it finds you. Secret jokes shared across the room, furtive glances that betray his intent to check out your form in your noble dressings, you swallow hard. A part of you wants him to touch you. To taint you for anyone for the rest of your life. You can't get much better than the Lord you're promised to in the north, but for just one night you can pretend that doesn't exist, and give yourself to a working man. The one that comes fro the salt of the earth, who knows real life, who knows pain. The thought of it makes you rub your legs together, drawing in a sharp breath as he engages you, chasing you to make you face him.

"Do you fear me?"

You know he doesn't truly think that.

"I fear what you mean to me. Please do not ruin that." you voice quivers. He says nothing, searching your gaze. You can feel the electricity in the air. "If you kiss me, they'll take you away, Anakin."

"Oh, I'm not going to stop at a kiss."

A promise kept.

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ahqkas · 2 years

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𝐨𝐨𝐨. CARELESS WHISPERS ; anakin skywalker

pairing! anakin skywalker x gn!reader

synopsis! sleeping with anakin was like coming home after a long day; his arms held a strange feeling of safety and made you feel at home. everything was peaceful until he learned about the fact that you tend to talk in your sleep

warnings! fluff, sleep talking which leads anakin to tease you ab it, anakin calls reader 'my love' and 'sweetheart', lmk if i missed smth !!

word count! 0.8k

notes! so apparently i sleep talk 🚶🏻‍♀️ and thats why this exists (the stuff i say doesn't even make sense like girl 'i need to drink' what do u need to drink 😟⁉️) I HAVE RLLY MIXED FEELINGS AB THIS WRITING so 👍🏻👍🏻 ,, liking, reblogging & commenting is deeply appreciated <3

He could hear those silent whispers of yours almost every night, yet he couldn't find himself to complain about it because some part of him enjoyed listening to them and your reactions to him exposing every single word you said to you in the morning was far too good to miss. You'd sit beside him and try to process the information because how could you say something that stupid didn't make sense to you and he just teased you more but both of you laughed at it at the end.

Anakin found himself in the situation again as he was laying down on a bed with you on top of him, hugging you close to his frame and watching you closely with sleepy eyes. He was getting pretty tired but your sweet whispering was worth the missed sleep if he got the chance to hear your voice just a little more that day.

His hand was resting on your jaw, his thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek affectionately, showing you the actions he wasn't allowed to do in public areas. And he hated it. Maker, how he despised the way he couldn't be with you freely as he wished. Holding your hand, walking around with you longer than it was required, even looking at you in a certain way was out of question if you were a Jedi. Which he was. And you were as well.

The corners of your lips tugged up and you nuzzled your face closer into the crook of his neck, which caused thoughts to enter his sleepless mind. You were probably dreaming about something nice right now, based on how your facial expression brightened and Anakin was happy that at least either one of you enjoyed the state of dreams without being interrupted by a sudden and uninvited nightmare. But there was a certain thing he was expecting tonight.

The sweet whispers of your thoughts left your sleeping form and carried themselves into the space of the silent room like a light wind on a sunny day and Anakin caught them without any trouble, trying to remember as much of them as he could so when there was a time he wouldn't see you, he could just simply rewind the voice in his head and listen to it again and again and never get tired of it.

Some nights you weren't making a sense at all with your 'I need more' and 'Place it right here' and confusing the man beside you to no end. What did you need? And why would you need more of it? Place it right there? Anakin's thoughts were running miles at the rate of his thinking. Tonight's night seemed to be one of those, when you would actually reply to him and he couldn't be happier at the discovery. Messing with you was fun.

"Ani," the whisper of his name got his attention from La la land back to you, the blue of his eyes resting on your face in a comfortable silence as he waited for more. "Anakin."

"Yes, my love?"

You shuffled around a bit in your sleep, a barely noticeable smile now grazed your lips. You were so beautiful to him, even in your sleep. "I need to tell you something."

Anakin let out a whisper of his own as his thumb continued on caressing your skin, the movement so gentle you could barely feel it. His way of showing some affection but still trying his hardest to not wake you up. "Go on, I'm listening."

"It's really important."

His lips pulled up a smile so big it caused his cheeks to throb from the not very familiar action. This type of smiles were reserved only around you and only for you, there wasn't really any other reason to show them around and you two unfortunately didn't spend a lot of free time together.

"Very important. But I trust you with my secrets. So I'm gonna tell you."

The Jedi waited with patience, his eyes glistening in the moonlight like the very same stars in the sky while he gazed down at you with a look you couldn't place a finger on. They were always full of determination, boldness and courage which were qualities he's grown to be proud of. But around you they've got the spark of passion, intimacy and fondness.

"I'm right here, you can tell me anything."

"I love you."

Anakin tensed under you, feeling the warmth of your breath fanning the side of his face a bit (which he didn't mind, it gave him some sort of comfort knowing you were sleeping next to him well). He expected everything, literally anything else than a love confession out of you. But it was nice and sweet and the man liked the feeling it came with so he hugged you close with his hand still holding your face and let out a whisper on his own once again. "I love you as well, sweetheart."

"But don't tell Anakin."

He could only chuckle quietly at this and finally let his mind rest.

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distortionbobble · 3 months

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have a lot of things going on so next ch rf isn’t ready but in the meantime… pilot!anakin? and subsequently, is it still called road head if you’re in. space. and there is no road…?

warnings: minors dni, road head (??)/ space head, low-key exhibitionism but over the comms (it was funny to me okay), handjob, spitting in mouth, facial, whatever have fun with it I listened to Nickelback while writing this so that’s especially funny to me

but I’m thinking about Anakin bringing you along on a flight drill, one that you’re definitely not supposed to be on but.. he gets so bored, y’know?

he definitely doesn’t regret it when you’re sitting in the co-pilot seat by his side, leaning over the arm rests to kiss his neck. he can feel you smiling against his skin, teasing at it with your teeth as rex barks out orders over the comms.

anakin’s got half a mind to shut it off, blasted noise distracting him from you in the seat next to him, running your hand up the length of his thigh, telling him to pay attention before we get lost, anakin and so he does, pays as much attention as he can while rex leads them to an asteroid field to practice maneuvers.

not that he needs practice. he's the best pilot in the galaxy, after all. and when he tells that much to you, your only response is a laugh as you shift to kneel between his legs, pressed into him because there's no room anywhere else thanks to the consoles.

"if you're such a good pilot, why don't you prove it?" you grin, leaning forward to suck the dry fabric that's covering his bulge, rubbing it with your hand when you lean back. "if you can get through this drill without being reprimanded a single time, i'll believe it."

"easy," anakin grins. you tuck your fingers into the waistband of his trousers-- take them off, you tell him without a word, and he's more than happy to listen. artoo, the poor droid, chirps in warning, fully aware of what the two of you are doing.

he only realizes that this might be a mistake when you've wrapped your mouth around his tip right at the moment he was supposed to pull the starfighter up, and he almost sends the ship flying right into the asteroid.

"nice move, general skywalker, but next time, pull up with the rest of the crew, will ya?" rex says over the comms.

"doesn't count as reprimanding, he said it was nice," anakin responds at your cheeky look up at him, mouth stuffed with his cock. you try to say something but the movement shoots straight to his dick, the vibrations almost too much for him to bear so he just taps your cheek and rests his hand on your head as he keeps flying. "didn't anyone ever tell you to not speak with your mouth full?" he asks you, teasing as he spreads his legs a little wider.

you're drooling all over him, taking him as far as you can into your pretty mouth, lips so warm as they wrap around his shaft. it's so hard not to thrust into your pretty throat but he's trying, promise, pretty thing.

"fuck baby, keep suckin' my cock like that and i'm gonna fucking crash," anakin says. he speeds up accidentally when you squeeze his leg, bobbing your head up and down as you twist your tongue around his dick, pulling the control a little too hard as he tries so hard to keep his eyes ahead.

"you're so fucking distracting," he says, pulling you off his length. you just smile, sticking your tongue out for him to spit onto it, which he does, running his thumb over your lips and pushing his and your saliva to your cheeks. you rub your face on his length, flicking your tongue up the vein on the underside of it, dragging your mouth down to his balls where you settle. you take them both between your lips, tugging at the skin as you moan with them in your mouth. messy, anakin thinks to himself, sparing a glance at you away from the asteroids. you wrap two hands around his length, pumping his cock as you lick and suck sloppily, your face shiny with spit and precum from having rubbed your face on his dick.

"rex, on your right; i wanna try the tyarian move from last time," anakin says over the comms, biting back a moan as your hand brushes against the edge of his tip.

it's while he's pulling this move off that you pull one hand off of him, sliding it between your legs and rubbing as you attempt to make the aching, throbbing mess a little easier, whimpering around his balls quietly.

that's what sends him hurtling over the edge, cum painting your face, dripping down your lashes to your pouty mouth as he moans, hand gripping the back of your neck as his hips follow the movement of your hand.

"huh, i guess you are a good pilot after all," you say, to which he laughs, pulling you onto his lap to kiss you messily as he pulls out of the maneuver.

"skywalker, you fuckin' animal, have you got someone in there with you?" echo hoots over the comms, with some of the other clones laughing in the background.

anakin turns bright-fucking-red.

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tarantinosworld · 2 months

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* TARANTINO * HE/HIM *

WHAT I WILL WRITE :

Fluff, angst, smut, male!reader, female!reader, gn!reader, girl x boy, boy x boy ( no girl x girl for smut because i wouldnt know how to write it )

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :

incest, stepcest, big age gap (10+ years apart), pedo stuff, non-consent

FANDOMS :

Almost any fandom but mostly Anakin Skywalker/Star Wars

OTHER :

if you have any questions, ask. requests are always open :3

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fr-ogii · 11 months

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illicit affairs

jedi!anakin skywalker

x gn!reader; poc friendly

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⚠️ :: kinda angst?, swearing, anakin is lowkey an asshole

inspired by taylor swift’s “illicit affairs”

loving a jedi was hard. you never thought it would be easy, but you didn’t prepare yourself fully. sneaking out in the early morning after you slept over was something so humiliating you prayed every single day no one would find you.

it wasn’t that you were scared of getting in trouble for “distracting the chosen one”. trust me, you knew that was a possibility. but that wasn’t what scared you the most.

you knew how rumors worked. you knew you would be called a “slut” and that you were “whoring” yourself out. no one would listen to you if you said it was not like that. that’s not how it worked. they only heard what they wanted to hear.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie, and they lie, and they lie

A million little times

you never thought it would get like this. not when you first laid your eyes on him. the longing glances whenever you were in the same room as him, only hoping that he might turn and meet your eyes, returning the look. maybe you would get lucky. maybe he would. but you knew he wouldn’t. he cared too much about his position as a jedi.

and yet, you never learned your lesson. you kept going back to him. maybe the jedi council would change the code. maybe he’ll be able to openly express feelings for you one day. until then, you’ll settle for loving him in private.

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me

You taught me a secret language

I can't speak with anyone else

he would never treat you as an equal. at least not in this time line. it wasn’t in his nature. you were younger than him and he would never let you forget that. he was always the smarter one, he always made the better choices. at least that’s what he insisted was the truth. he was too stubborn to admit otherwise.

sometimes you just wanted to slap him. to snap him out of his messed up way of thinking. to stop him from allowing others to flirt with him.

that was what bothered you the most. you could deal with not being public. but allowing others to think that they had a chance was something you struggled to excuse for the life of you.

it wasn’t long before you forgave him, though. you could never stay mad at him long. there was something about the way he smiled at you. the way he made you laugh. the way he held you. even the way he smelled. he was so addictive that he had you coming back for more, every single time.

And you know damn well

For you, I would ruin myself

A million little times

he ruined you. you could never love another the way you love him. he was the perfect man, even when he was less than perfect.

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adrunkskeletonsduck · 2 years

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12:38Aᴍ

➜ Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

➜ Warnings: Gn!reader, fluff, not properly proofread

➜ Word Count: 0.4k

➜ Notes: None

The apartment was quiet as Anakin stepped inside. It was late at night and he had just returned from another overnight mission. The two of you barley saw each other anymore, the council kept you both very busy. Especially Anakin. In fact, it was becoming more and more frequent for him to be gone days at a time.

This had caused arguments at first, you had both felt like the other wasn’t trying to make time for them. Now though, neither of you had the energy to pick fights about it anymore and understood that you were both just genuinely busy and burnt out.

Anakin slipped off his shoes and tip toed into the kitchen, being as quiet as possible he grabbed something small to eat. He was sure you were asleep by now and he didn’t want to wake you. He unwrapped the snack bar he took as he made his way to the bathroom to clean himself up.

His hair was still slightly wet as he entered your shared bedroom, and a towel hung loosely around his waist. A few drops of water raced down his naked torso as he walked. You were sound asleep, your back facing away from the door on the far side of the bed. Anakin sat next to you, leaning down to press a quick kiss against your temple and began stroking your hair, taking a moment to admire your sleeping form. He couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his face as he looked down at you. You were gorgeous, he thought, you were his. You stirred lightly in your sleep, but didn’t wake up and he took it as his que to go change.

Anakin slid into bed behind you after he was done, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. You turned to face him, your eyes opening slowly as you felt him press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Ani?” You mumbled out, your voice hoarse from sleep.

“It's just me baby, go back to sleep.” He cooed gently. A sound that was some mix of contentment and relief left you and you moved closer to him, burying your head into his chest and curling into his warmth. Anakin pulled the covers over you before they could complexly slip off of you, resting his head on yours. His eyes slipped shut and he felt a wave of contentment wash over him. As long as he had you, he needed nothing more.

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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I Like You

Anakin Skywalker x GN!Reader

Word Count: 494

Warnings: Mild language, injury and medical care

Summary: Anakin doesn't want to go to the medical ward, but after meeting a pretty nurse he decides it's not that bad.

A/N: Aaaaa my first Anakin fic!! I hope it's not too bad, I'm not super experienced in writing for Star Wars. I hope you enjoy!!!

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Anakin Skywalker was pissed.

He was fine, a bullet in his leg wasn’t going to be the death of him, he could pull it out, hastily bandage it, and boom. Good as new.

Unfortunately, Obi-Wan disagreed. He’d sent Anakin sternly down to the medical ward, telling him not to come back till his wound was properly handled - by Obi-Wan’s standards, not Anakin’s.

So here Anakin was, trudging down to the medical ward with a scowl on his face and a limp in his step. Pissed. He swung the door open, glowering at the nurses, doctors, and patients. He didn’t need to be here.

“Goodness, someone’s having a temper tantrum.” A pleasant, teasing voice sounded from his left. You, a pretty human nurse with raised eyebrows and a wide smile, shook your head at him. “Tell me what’s the matter, please, Master Skywalker.”

Anakin huffed, following you to a bed. “Got shot in the leg. I’m fine, though, honestly. Pull it out and get a bandage and you’re good as new. I don’t need to be down here.”

“Let’s let the medical expert decide that, shall we?” You let him pull his pant leg up so you could examine the wound. “That’s a gnarly one. Gonna have to pull it out and disinfect it, which may sting a little.”

“Whatever.”

“I’m (Y/N), by the way,” you told him as you grabbed a pair of tweezers. “Hold still. This is gonna hurt.” You dug the tweezers into the wound and quickly pulled the bullet out. Anakin gasped in pain, eyes wide. “Sorry. We’re almost done, just gotta disinfect it and wrap it up.” Anakin nodded, teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut. He felt a burning sting and then a warm, wet cloth being gently dabbed onto the wound, then something tightly being wound around his thigh. “Done,” you said, and he opened his eyes.

His leg was bound in a neatly wrapped bandage; though he hated to admit it, it looked a lot better than when he did it himself. “Thanks,” he grumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“Wow, I didn’t think that word could come out of your mouth!” you gasped, a hand to your chest in mock surprise. You laughed and helped him up. “You’re welcome. Be careful on it for about a week and you should be good as new. Come back here if it acts up, okay? Ask for me specifically. I like you, Skywalker.”

Anakin blinked. Most people didn’t like him. Sure, Obi-Wan did, but that was more in a begrudging mentor type of way. He wasn’t used to making good impressions on pretty nurses. “Uh, thanks. I, um, I like you too.” That felt weird too. He liked you? He hardly liked anyone. He knew it was true, though, even before he said it. He liked you, the pretty human nurse with your wide smile and teasing comments. He liked you.

Maybe the medical wing wasn’t as bad as he thought.

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demieyesore · 27 days

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U WRITE SO GOOD?!? I HAD TO HIDE MY PHONE IN PUBLIC 💀😭 more dark Anakin PLS. I loved the dom side but now I wanna see sub side and the differences. I personally think he’s a switch tbh. It would be too boring to be dom or sun all the time BUT ANYWAYS sun dark ani.

If you need ideas: he tries to convince reader to do something (you choose), reader is his master, paranoid toxic reader and he makes it worse IDK man I just love these types of fics 🤭 I eat them up. It’s even better when the reader acts innocent but is worse 😭 honestly you could just combine shit atp and I’ll eat it up anyways

Pretty When You Cry - Anakin Skywalker

Summary - Anakin tries to manipulate you by crying after overhearing Obi-Wan convince you to leave him.

Warnings / Mentions - Kenobi!Reader, GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Dom!Reader, Sub!Anakin, Padawan!Anakin, Master!Reader, Toxic!Reader, Paranoid!Reader, BPD coded reader, basically just BPD x BPD couple, Reader has an innocent façade, Reader actually believes their innocent so victim complex reader, Anakin triggers reader to have an episode, def angsty fic but ends with smut, literally so much manipulation...breeding kink, crying kink, biting kink, mentions of babytrapping

A/N - The Dom part of me aches when I see men crying, I both want to care for them and make them worse, also I want to make it known that I was diagnosed with Bipolar and I'm pretty sure I have BPD as well, so I'm hoping that anyone who reads this that has BPD relates to it and that it isn't just my bipolar lol, ALSO THANK YOUUUUU❤️❤️❤️

Requested - Yes

Word Count - 2556 words

Taglist - @vixxensvoid @maevesversion @sockiess @stylesslytherinskywalker @myheadhurtscutely @yourenogoodforme @xzaddyzanakinx (just bc I thought you might like this one, let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in the future)

It was really no surprise when you were yet again talking to your older brother about your problems with Anakin. He was already well aware the both of you were breaking the code, but he never said anything to anyone since you were his beloved sibling. Obi-Wan always assumed that he could get you to stop the relationship with Anakin but he never anticipated just how abusive you were to each other.

He often remembers the time when he saw tears streaming down your face, you were sobbing, begging Anakin not to leave you, even at some parts yelling at him. Obi was quite shocked when he heard you yelling at Anakin about how much you hated the Padawan. It was like you were so full of love for young Skywalker, most days you would do anything to make him smile. But there were times, periods where you would do nothing but scream about how much you hated life. Episodes where you were so paranoid about people leaving you, that it was like a flip switched.

One where the light pink aura of love would turn to a fire of red hot flames. It was such a black and white way of thinking. Obi-Wan knows that it's not your fault you act this way. The abusive household you were in wired you to be this way. And it was clear that Anakin had a similar experience.

You and Anakin were so complicated. You both were so devoted to each other. Always making sure to have the other's back on missions. But at the same time, you made each other worse.

Anakin was originally Obi-Wan's Padawan before getting transferred to you. You had just become a Master Jedi, when Obi requested the switch. He truly believed at the time that you would help Anakin become the best Jedi he could be. He saw how you interacted before Anakin became your Padawan. He had no idea about the little crush you both had on each other, only seeing how motivated Anakin would get around you to be better. A passion that Anakin didn't have when working with Obi-Wan.

This time, you were wrapped in your brother's arms. He was whispering reassuring things to you, trying to get you to calm down. The three of you were on a mission, body guarding and sworn to protect Padme. Anakin was currently watching over her as she slept. But as soon as you saw how Anakin looked at Padme, that little flip switched.

The one where you felt so much hate for him. The one that kept teeter tottering between the love for him and the feeling that he was about to abandon you.

"Obi- I...I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I thought he loved me but the way he was looking at her. He was openly flirting with her. Right in front of me, like I wasn't even there. He can't leave me, I won't let him Obi. I swear to the maker that he won't." Your brother felt...distraught for you. It was a hard emotion to explain. He was worried for you, and for Anakin. But he felt that this whole situation was his fault. If Obi-Wan hadn't asked the council to let Anakin train under you, you wouldn't be in such despair. You wouldn't feel physical pain in your chest just from your emotions.

"I fear I've made a mistake." Obi-Wan admitted as his hand caressed your hair in a soothing manner. "I believe that it would be best if Anakin were to be my Padawan again." He tried to tread lightly on the subject, not wanting to make your episode worse.

"No, no, no, Obi please, it's fine, I'll be fine. I know that he's- that I'm...I know that Anakin and I aren't..great for each other but please. I can't be without him." You desperately gripped onto his shirt, trying to make your point clear to him. Anakin was just outside, eavesdropping on the conversation. Padme was sleeping soundly in the next room, he didn't need to be in the room with her to know if something was happening. But he did need to hear this conversation. He needed to make sure that you wouldn't leave him. He wanted to make sure that Obi-Wan wouldn't...influence you into making any bad decisions.

"He's hurting you, don't be blind to that. You're hurting him too. You don't want that, do you?" Obi-Wan asked, his face showing sincere concern.

Regularly, if Obi were to have said that, you would have flipped at him for trying to take Anakin away from you. But in the confusion and pain of your mind. The images flooding into your brain of Anakin and Padme. You only heard the first part of your brother's sentence.

"He's hurting you..." Kept repeating in your head, like someone recorded a hologram of his voice and played it on loop. It just kept getting louder, the button being pressed again, putting you into a fit of rage.

"You're right." You couldn't bare to say anything else. The silence afterwards was so deafening that Anakin had to hold back his tears in fear of you hearing his breath through the door. It was like an emptiness was injected into your veins. A thick silver liquid that would taste like you were choking on mercury. Your mind was so...blank. There were no longer multiple voices in your head yelling. This one was quiet. So eerily quiet.

Anakin wiped his tears, going back towards the room where Padme lays asleep. He felt betrayed, but he couldn't blame you. All his anger was pushed onto Obi-Wan. Anakin was delusional, he fully believed that Obi was the problem. Not him and definitely not you. He knew that he had to persuade you into changing your mind. And what better way than for you to see him crying? Your heart was always so...malleable whenever he was crying. You would always comfort him, your left hand running through his hair while your right would rest on the nape of his neck, playing with the baby hairs.

You'd have your eyebrows furrowed in concern for him but he could always see the part of you that enjoyed it. The way that when he'd wipe his tears or the way that his lower lip would quiver always sent a small smile to your face. Even while crying, you thought he was pretty. You'd look at him with such...adoration, admiration and even a little lust. When he'd look into your eyes and ask for help, when he'd beg for you to save him, he'd notice how your pupils expanded, dilated with desire. The way that your thighs would clench shut.

Once Obi-Wan calmed you down enough, you collected yourself, thanking your brother for once again helping you to see straight. You pushed open the door, Obi following behind you into the hallway only to see Anakin sitting against Padme's door. Tears dripping down from his eyes. His hands were hanging loosely over his knees as he stared harshly at the ground.

Obi-Wan held up his hand, signaling to you that he would watch over Padme as you talked to Anakin.

Anakin moved, leaning forward to let Obi into the Previous queen's chambers. His tearful eyes glanced up into yours, already taking note of how you stared back at him like he was nothing. He would have to play more into it just to get you to come back to him. He'd be lying if he said that your empty eyes didn't scare him.

You grabbed his wrist, pulling him into one of the spare bedrooms far away from Padme's. Not wanting to disturb her sleep.

You said nothing at first, not even looking at him as he sat on the edge of the bed. Your back face him as you zoned out, still staring at the now closed door. You had nothing in your mind, absolutely nothing. But you were still so wrapped up in your mind. You felt like you weren't present in your body.

The only thing that brought you back to the present moment was the sound of Anakin beginning to whimper. He sounded like he was in pain. And even though you were so upset and mad with him, you'd rather slit your own throat than to hear him in agony. You quickly turned around to see Anakin sinking in on himself, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to not let more tears fall. Your heart ached, your body reacting before you even thought.

Your knees hit the floor in front of the bed, your hands resting on his knees as you looked up into his eyes. Wet droplets falling onto his shirt, the material soaking it up.

"What's wrong Babyboy?" You were slightly shocked to hear your own voice, your body still responding out of impulse. Anakin immediately knew that he had you, you were back in his grasp and it was time for him to mold you into what he wanted, what he needed you to be.

"He turned you against me." Anakin said sharply, making eye contact. You could see the anger and betrayal in his soul. "Ani, what are you talking about?" The sweetness ripples out of your mouth, despite the fact that you knew exactly what he was talking about. You knew that he must have been listening if he was crying.

"Obi-Wan. He made you hate me. You're gonna leave me. How could you?" His voice shook, cracking at the end from pain. Your hand shot up to his cheek, wiping a stray as you caressed his face.

"I could never hate you. Not entirely..." You breathe out in a sigh. You were so worried about him but then you saw the little tremble of his bottom lip, the way he leaned into your touch, making you feel so loved, so appreciated, so important.

"You know that I hate seeing you cry..." You lied through your teeth, trying to keep up the mask of only worry. of course you were worried about him, but you never wanted him to know the deeper feelings you feel when he cries.

"Liar." Ani let out a choked laugh, a cute grin spreading across his face albeit tears were adorning it. "You love seeing me cry." He whispers, like he was reminding you of your own secret.

"It's not my fault." You defended as a joke, your face full of devotion for him.

"That's just what you do, because I'm pretty when I cry." Anakin rolled his eyes, the redness and puffiness from crying becoming more evident on his face. His lips were swollen, bitten raw.

"The prettiest." You said, leaning up to peck at his lips, just giving him a quick little kiss, but Anakin wanted more. He whined when you broke the contact, inviting you to kiss him more, kiss him with passion and fire. So you did just that, reconnecting your lips, practically devouring him in the kiss.

He moaned into the kiss, the sensation reverberating throughout your bones before settling in your core.

"I don't care how bad we are for each other, you're mine and always will be." You muttered against his mouth, feeling when he smiled into the kiss. You stood up from your spot on the floor in front of him and quickly discarded your clothes, leaving yourself in just your bra and underwear. You straddled his lap, kissing him once more as you tugged at his shirt.

He aided you in the removal of his shirt, groaning against your lips when he felt you grind against his boner.

"Stop..." He mumbled in a whimper at your teasing.

You held onto his shoulders, feeling the muscles just beneath the skin. Trailing your hands down to his pants, swiftly undoing them. You pulled them as far down as you could while straddling his lap. Your hand slipped past his briefs and gently grasped his length. Anakin shifted uncomfortably at the touch, his back straightening as his breathing stopped momentarily.

Your touch always was the death of him but your breath, your kiss, always brought him back.

"Master, please-" He whimpered, his mouth wavering into a quick frown. You bit at his lip, shutting him up. You pulled away from the kiss, looking down as you pumped his cock in your hand a couple of times, collecting the shared saliva from the kiss and spitting onto his tip.

His Adams apple bobbed, his hands gripping the side of the bed sharply. His head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as your hand worked up and down his length. He clenched his jaw, trying his hardest to keep his mouth shut but it was nearly impossible to stay quiet. The pleasure he felt from your voice alone would make him cum almost instantly, your hand just added more shockwaves.

"You don't have to be silent..." You remind him, mocking the way he's trying so hard to not make any noise.

He moans, whimpering and squirming under your touch when he leans forward, his forehead resting against your shoulder.

"Please just..." He stutters out, biting his tongue as he lifts his hips, sliding his cock up into your hand more.

"So needy..." You teased, stopped all your movement. Anakin's head flew up, looking into your eyes with desperation. He was about to complain when you lifted yourself, pulling your underwear to the side and swiping his tip through your folds. The feeling made him groan in pleasure, sucking in a deep breath of air.

You teased him for a little bit longer, his pre-cum pressing against your clit when you finally put all your weight onto him. His cock sinking into your entrance. He choked out a sob of pleasure, feeling how tight you were around him. He wrapped his arms around you, his mouth latching onto your shoulder, biting down as he thrusted up into you. Your own moans just fueled him to do better, reach deeper. His tears stained your skin, his whimpers vibrating against your shoulder.

"Please, I want-" His question is cut off when he feels you pulsate around him, his eyes widening with need. "Please, baby just let me- need to cum so bad...Master please, I need to cum- cum inside you-" He begged, his desperation dripping off him in the form of sweat.

"You want to cum inside?" You ask, mocking his need. Anakin swallowed thickly, "You can't- you can't leave me if you're pregnant." He whimpers as he kisses the side of your neck, sucking the skin and leaving purplish red bruises.

You grind down, meeting him when he thrusts. "Such a pretty boy, I'd be so mean to say no...only because you're crying all pretty for me." You mumble, kissing the spot of skin closest to where your head rests against him.

Anakin holds you tightly, almost as if he's afraid you'll whither away, a bead of sweat drops from his forehead as he comes undone with one last thrust. His white hot cum leaking out from his tip and filling you. He thrusts up into you twice more, his grip on you possessive.

"I won't let you ever leave me." Ani mutters as he comes down from his climax, while you're still catching your breath, your cunt fluttering around him.

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nwndrlndn · 10 months

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pairing : anakin skywalker x f!reader; mentions of anakin skywalker x padme amidala and f!reader x gn!oc | wc : 5.9k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : vader never planned to love again, and you never thought he could

warnings : angst and smut, toxic relationships, possessiveness, threats of violence/murder, semi public sex, clothed sex, size difference, degradation and praise, improper use of the force, a bit of dacryphillia.

a/n : this was a passion project and its also my first ever fic and its probably shit. ive also never written smut before so pray for me <3

Palpatine had heard of your family's alliance with the rebels before Vader ever met you. At the Emperor’s request, the Death Star approached Karlinus, and Vader came to your planet. You had been working at your family’s tea shop when the dark lord entered. Immediately, there was a chill in the air. As a poor family, you did not know much about the Jedi or the Senate, and you had no options to do so after the empire took hold. So your life had to continue, working with your family at a tea shop.

At the moment you recognized that it was Darth Vader who had come into your family’s tea shop, he was already looking down at you, carefully taking in your features. Though you weren’t identical, the way you moved, the way you carried yourself, the way you treated others. It all reminded him of Padmè. With a light twist of his hand, he sent customers and your family to the wall, the tables, and tea cups shattering against the wall, and you stood in fear, shaking from the presence of the Imperial enforcer.

You watched, frozen, but unsure if it was fear or the force keeping you still as Vader took deliberate steps from the doorway to stand before you, barely a step away. Carefully, he lifted his hand to your cheek, touching where a stray piece of porcelain had cut your cheek and you flinched instinctively. He smeared the blood across your cheek as he looked down at you through the gaze of his red lenses, watching as you sucked in a breath, relishing as he used the force to hear how your body reacted. Vader smiled as he heard your breathing pick up and your heart race before he pulled back slightly, taking off his helmet to show his face.

You took in the details of his face, but when you tried to look into his yellow eyes, the feeling was so unnerving you had to look away. As you looked at him, you realized how attractive Vader truly was. His messy, curly-wavy shoulder-length brown hair, tanned skin, and the long scar across his right eye. He had a broad athletic build and was muscular, and in his suit, you barely reached his shoulders. He had a well-defined jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose. For a moment, you felt like you were looking at an actor from a holodrama, not a Sith Lord.

“Name," Vader said coldly, and you looked away from fear that you would be punished for staring. But you couldn't avoid his gaze as he suddenly grabbed you by your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks, and his gaze intensely focused on you.

“Y/N…" You said breathlessly, trying not to say anything from his harsh grip on you. He stared a moment longer before he nodded. His hand moved to move away stray strands of hair from your face. Vader’s glare was hot and made you want to squirm, but in his mind, he was imagining a new life for you.

“Salomé," Vader said flatly as he grabbed your arm. “That is what you will be called now. You are Salomé Amidala.” He said before he shoved you towards the clones that accompanied him.

After you were taken, your parents turned their backs on the rebels, aligning themselves with the Empire in the hopes that they would see you again. But, Vader never allowed them, he never let his new bride out of his sight. It was a message to the rebels, that hope stood no place in this galaxy.

Darth Vader sits on his throne in his Imperial Fortress on Mustafar. The room is lit carefully to intimidate his visitors and advisors. Without looking, you know what he looks like. After nearly 6 months of marriage, you knew him as well as you knew yourself, though he hadn’t put in the same effort for you. You know the way the slight breeze from the fan hits his face and makes him blink more, how his hair is pushed back by this breeze, showing off scars on his cheeks and over his right eye, and you know he has never smiled, not even the day he married you.

You stay still, weighed down by the traditional Nabooian clothes, headpieces and face paint you are made to wear. The black silk gown had red embroidered motifs with a potolli fur trim. The bottom of the dress wide skirt was decorated with red kyber crystals. You fiddled with a piece of the headpiece that reached your hand. Two frame faces sit on either side of your headpiece as various red jewels fall on silver chains, from the top of your head and down your back.

As Vader deals with meeting after meeting, request after request, he does not acknowledge you as you sit by his side, and you stay silent, not wishing to upset him. As an old advisor drones on and on, only every few moments, he pauses to look at you a bit better.

There were whispers across the galaxy, ones your handmaidens told you as they readied you in the morning. That the people had begun to believe that Padmé Amidala lived, that the sith had found a way to bring life back to the dead. Everyone thought Padmé was back, but she wasn’t. And Vader did not love you like he loved her, he couldn't. He had reminded you enough, you may be his bride but he will always love her and not you.

As you start to pay attention to the meeting again, you listen to Vader rebuking the advisor – what was his name again? Bevinorr? Apprai? It hardly mattered, you never had to speak before and you’re sure that the day you will speak, you will meet Padmé Amidala for yourself– when something catches your attention.

"It seems, Sabitho, that you suffer from a severe lack of awareness," Vader's voice rumbles, his tone laced with a barely contained anger. "This is not Padmé Amidala you address, but my wife, Salomé. Address her correctly. Failure to do so will have consequences."

The advisor stammers, realizing his mistake, and quickly corrects himself. "Apologies, my Lord Vader. I meant no disrespect."

"See that it doesn't happen again," Vader warns, his voice filled with a dark warning. He turns his attention back to the advisor, his presence demanding absolute obedience. As you observe the interaction, feeling a mixture of gratitude and unease towards Vader's protection. It is a constant reminder that you are only a substitute for the woman he truly loves.

In Vader’s mind, that is all you were supposed to be only a replacement for what he had lost. You were not meant to be more than someone to keep him from being alone. So he didn’t let you get close. You were restricted to your own bed chamber on the opposite side of his own on the Fortress, he didn’t spend more time with you than needed, and he reminded himself of her every day.

Padmé. You would never be Padmé. You could never so completely own Vader’s heart as Padmé owned Anakin. You could not bring out anything else from him, not when he had already scooped out his whole being, gave her all of the good that could come out of him. And the good that Padmé so desperately believed was still inside of him? He scoured it the moment he learned he had killed her.

Anakin and Padmé were both dead, they died together on Mustafar with his dreams of a family, the lightness in him snuffed out because of his rage. He deserved to be alone and suffer, and yet… he couldn’t. Palpatine had forced him to take a bride, to get control of the family of rebel scum that left him with you. It had caused many on your home planet to surrender to the Empire and end their resistance. A victory by any means.

He can’t love. He is sure of it. What he did to his wife, the mother of his children, to Padmé is the proof alone. Then why was it that he felt that twinge in his chest after he would be particularly cruel to his Salomé? The first month, all she did was cry in her chamber and refuse to obey orders. It only served to infuriate him them. So he tried to be gentler to get her obedience. And when he did, she listened.

Some nights, she would still cry and he could sense it in the force. But most nights, she thought of a man, someone other than him. The only time he could sense any happiness, was at the thought of someone who wasn’t him. And thats when he felt the sinking feeling, one he felt when Rush Clovis and Padmé were alone together. So he spoiled Salomé, she was his after all. She should only think of him, he has brought her a life that she would have never lived if not for him. Salomé was his. She only needed to accept it.

Meeting after meeting comes and goes, and he continues to work. You take the time to think back to Karlinus, and the ones you left behind. One face comes first, before your parents and friends… Gracies Gras. Just thinking of them reminds you of the time you spent together; walking in the woods behind your houses, them gifting you silk dresses that you had eyed during trips to the city, and imagining a future together.

As your mind drifts to Gracies, a tear slips from your eye, streaking the white face paint on you and landing at the corner of your mouth. Your hand traces a small metal bracelet you wear, it held a small hologram of Gracies that you would speak to at night and it was programmed to respond. It was the only comfort you had and you were lucky not to lose it when Vader took you.

“We will rule the galaxy, as husband and wife.” Vader finally speaks, his gloved thumb wiping the tear from your mouth. You turn to face him, startled by his sudden interest in speaking to you and look around, realizing you two are alone in the room.

Darth Vader knows full well that you never wanted this life and he is well aware that you are in love with someone else. He hates this for so many reasons - the forming love he has for you, his jealousy and disdain for the other man, but most importantly because he never wanted to rule the galaxy. That was Palpatine’s goal. He would have been perfectly happy to just keep his new bride and destroy Palpatine if he had the opportunity. The Emperor had tricked him.

You stay silent for a moment, only nodding absently as to not upset him, but then you feel anger start to bubble up inside you. In all this time, you weren’t treated like a person, but rather a doll. Put in elaborate outfits each day and paraded around to show that Vader is not alone.

“You have forced this life upon me. I should working in my family’s tea shop on Karlinus, and marrying someone I love.” You slowly begin to speak, starting quietly, before you start to get more confident as you continue.

“I see, and who is this man you love?” Vader speaks, his tone threatening and he begins to grip the armrests of his chair tightly.

“He is a good man. A man who cares for me and others.” You respond defensively and avoiding his gaze.

“You do not think I care for you?” His voice threatens to break and his eyes narrow. The very thought that you could even think this sets him fuming. Despite his anger though he keeps his voice calm and even. When you don’t answer immediately, you feel your arm being grabbed and turned roughly to look at him. He stares at you intensely, his eyes boring holes into your very being. He looks as if he has no other thought in his mind beyond making his point of what he’s saying. You have no choice, you have to look into his eyes. He is completely unmoving and completely still. The rage inside him however is growing and threatening to break every second. How dare you even think that to be true. How dare you even have the audacity.

“I am the most powerful force user in the galaxy. No one can stand up to me. I am a Lord. A Lord of the Sith. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire. Do you not understand the power that I wield? And I care for you and only you.” This is as close to passionate and emotional as Darth Vader will ever get. He is making a point. You will not disrespect him. You. Will. Not.

“Let go of me.” You whisper helplessly, trying to tug your arm away from him. Vader’s words were one thing, but he never showed you love. And even if he did, you couldn’t trust him.

“Then perhaps you should leave, and go back to whoever you love.” Vader lets go of your arm and his expression becomes calm and stoic again, though his words still hold that edge that you’ve come to recognize that means he’s about to snap.

Vader stands up and takes a step towards you, towering over your very being. He leans down and puts his face right up close to yours, his breath warm as he whispers.

“Prove it. Prove that you mean what you say. Leave this place. Leave me. Leave this entire empire. Leave and go to him. If you truly want to leave, and truly love him, go try. You can leave at any time. Leave, but know I will be coming for you, and when I find you I will keep you. I will put you in your place. I will kill him. I will take you. You will be mine. I will not let you go. Is that understood?”

You’re silent, partially from shock and partially from your own anger. As you stare at him, he stares back and as he opens his mouth to repeat himself, you speak.

“I understand.”

Vader doesn’t react. For a moment, you think you’ve finally gotten to him, but he doesn’t even move. It’s as though this never even happened. He stares blankly at you with cold, black eyes, and slowly walks away, his form already fading out of the door before you can even react.

Over the next few days, you make your plans to leave carefully. You find a handmaiden that looks the most like you and help her learn to speak like you, act like you, and walk like you. After a few more days of practice, you manage to assemble a disguise and kit to stow away with onto a starfighter that you have been learning to fly.

At the same time, Vader already knows of your plans and has steps in place so he can follow you if and when you escape. He slowly walks from his meeting to his meditation chamber. He enters, and without even an ounce of hesitation, he sits down, and he begins to meditate. He allows himself to clear his mind, until all that is left is his connection with the Force.

Let me hear her voice. Let me hear her voice one more time. Vader whispers to himself, before closing his eyes and beginning deep breathing. As always, an image of Salomé flashes through his mind. Her eyes, her face, her smile, all of it is as clear as ever to him. He breaks his meditation, opening his eyes. A small smile crosses his lips, the first expression he has had in a long, long while. He gestures towards the door, and in an instant it slides open. He stares at you as you attempt to sneak by in your disguise, and his face is once again stoic.

You stare back, the hood of your cloak falling and you realize your error. As you start to back away, Vader is already standing and walking to you and in a heartbeat, he pulls you towards him and holds you in his arms, refusing to let you go.

“I will never love you.” You whisper helplessly, all of your attempts to get out of his grip failing. Vader lets out a laugh, but only for a brief moment. He keeps you close to him, and seems to draw confidence from being by your side. He holds you in his arms, his face inches from yours.

“Oh, but you will. You will. In time, Salomé, you will love me. And when you do, everything else will become so much easier. I will protect you. I will always be by your side.” Vader whispers to you, and in his voice is so much confidence and resolve. He pulls you closer to him, just as determined to prove you wrong. And as you stand there, the only two people in the room, you can feel the air slowly grow colder around you, as if the Force is growing stronger with every passing second.

“I will see to it that you won’t have any other option but to love me. And when you do, everything else will fall into place.” He whispers, his voice filled with a confidence that you are starting to find yourself slowly but surely starting to believe.

“Love should be given freely. That wouldn't be love” You whisper, your heart racing from the stress of the situation, you try to push at his chest and he lets you this time. He looks down at you and holds your arm to keep you in place

A small hint of annoyance creeps into his voice now, just a tiny little crack in the mask of stoicism holding everything together. “Oh, no, it is absolutely love.” You’ve never heard him sound this stern before, as if he’s somehow insulted by what you’ve just said. “You’ll see. You won’t believe what I am capable of, but I can and I will make you love me. I will find a way. You will love and adore me by your own doing, of that I can assure you.”

Your mind drifts away to Gracies for a moment and you realize your mistake when Vader smirks down at you. Slowly, he dips his head down to you and whispers into your ear. “Go on, Abbie, tell me. Tell me who he is. Tell me who you love more than your own husband.” The Force around them seems to be crackling now.

“If I tell you, you’ll kill him.” You whisper in horror and this does not seem to faze him in the slightest. Instead, he only grows more determined, more resolved to do what he has set his mind to.

“Oh no, Salomé. This is a necessary sacrifice. I need to know.” Vader leans in even closer, his voice even quieter, as if only you and him can hear each other, as if the world is holding its breath. “So go on, Abbie. Tell me.” He whispers, a strange mixture of anticipation, confidence, and fear in this voice. He laughs slightly, and he grabs your chin and forces your head to look up at him.

You stay silent, hoping it will help. You carefully back away to try and run until you hit a wall and Vader moves with you, his hands caging you in. You can hear his breath on your ear and you screw your eyes shut. “Oh, you can’t run from me this time. I’ve got you.”

“Salomé. Tell me. Tell me, I need to know.” His voice sounds more pleading now, that hint of fear creeping back into it. He stares at you, the Force around you still crackling with power. And then, he leans in even closer, until you are practically touching noses.

“Tell. Me. Now. Y/N.” He whispers to you, the words sounding so much softer, so much more vulnerable than they usually do. Your eyes open as you hear your name for the first time in months. You hold his gaze as one of his gloved hands trail down your arm, stopping at your metal bracelet.

“Y-you called me by my name.” You whisper and Vader nods before he slips off your bracelet and takes it in his hands. As soon as he does, you try to take it back and he uses the force to press you to the wall. He knows, you think to yourself, he knows and I just confirmed it.

“This bracelet? This bracelet is the key. The key to it all.” His eyes meet yours, you know he’s right. He leans in so close again, until you feel his lips on your cheek, and you feel that same strange mixture of emotions in his eyes again. You try to struggle but you cant and watch on helplessly.

“I’m sorry, Abbie. I have to. For your own good.” He whispers, his voice once again filled with that soft, pleading, and vulnerable sound. “And besides, we both know I’m not a patient man. I will not wait for you to change your mind. I will not be denied.” His voice starts to shake a little a little as he fights to keep it down.

“If you hurt them, I will never love you.” You whisper angrily. He stares at you for a moment, before finally cracking into a faint smile. He lets out a small chuckle, and leans in even closer to you, until you are almost touching. His smile grows wider, a mix of confidence, determination, and excitement in it.

“Oh, but I think you will. I will find a way. I will find a way to make you love me, and I won’t stop until I do. You’ll see.” He whispers to you. There’s just the faintest hint of coldness in his voice.

He walks up to you, until he is practically touching you, and his face is inches from yours. You try not to look away, not to show that you’re scared. You want to remain defiant, to not let this monster see any sign of weakness. And yet, it’s not working. All that he can see now is your fear, and it seems to delight him.

He stares at you for a long moment. The moment stretches on, and you feel the Force building around you like a pressure cooker about to explode. And then, he does something that catches you completely off guard: he kisses you, a sudden, angry, passionate kiss, that fills you with rage, rage that you feel building inside you, and suddenly you feel like you could blow up the whole room. He breaks the kiss, and for a moment seems surprised at himself too, before that coldness comes back into his gaze, and he speaks, his voice still ice cold.

You look away, a tear rolling down your face and messing creating a streak of your makeup. There is a weird conflict in your heart, to trust Vader’s love for you or to hope to return to Gracies. Until now, you felt trapped but you never felt so conflicted. He was your husband, and you were his wife, you never even gave him a chance.

His coldness turns soft for a moment as he leans in again and softly pushes your hair down your face, so that it covers your makeup and hides the tear. In a move that surprises you again, he brushes a soft, gentle kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am.” His voice sounds so soft and kind, only you know it isn’t like him at all. He leans in again, but this time he doesn’t kiss you, and instead whispers so that only you can hear.

“Please forgive me. This, Y/N, is real. I love you.” He whispers, and you feel something in your heart stur. The same wonder you had when you first saw him, and you look at his face. He lowers his head again and kisses your jawline, his eyes shut as he lets out a shaky breath. “Please?” He asks, leaning lower to place kisses to your neck and shoulder.

You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to focus but his gentle kisses and soft bites stop your ability to think clearly. “Vader.” You whisper softly, your hands sliding up his back and tangling themselves in his hair. He lets out a content sigh as he presses you against the wall with a bit more force, his hands moving from your hips up to your waist as he tilts his head up to kiss you again.

Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and his gloved hands slide your cloak off your shoulders and he pulls back to look at you. His brows furrow as he notices you aren’t wearing one of the gowns he had made for you and are just in a basic dress. “I suppose you really did mean to run away.”

“I did.”

“You did. Have you changed your mind?”

Your face heats up and before you can speak, he kisses you again, his hands undoing the back of your dress and tugging it down impatiently. Once the dress slides down, he lifts you off the ground slightly to kick it away with your bracelet before setting you down again. He kneels down before you, his face in line with your navel and he leans up, one of his large hands palming at one of your breasts while his lips find the other. He shuts his eyes as he gives your nipple messy open mouth kisses and you let out a moan, letting your head fall back against he hallway’s wall.

“Do you forgive me?” He mumbles against your breast, placing light kisses between soft nips. Before you can answer, he moves to your other breast and repeats his previous ministrations. You let out soft moans and your hands were tugging at his hair, making him groan against you. You were cautious not to be too loud, not wanting to draw attention from any clones. “I need you to forgive me. I love you.” He whispers, his hands gently massaging their way up from your calves to your thighs.

“I for-forgive you.” You whisper, you open your eyes to look down at him. Your hands were still tugging at his hair and he looks up to you with an almost dazed look in his eyes. His brows furrow when he notices how quiet you are trying to be before he kisses your stomach softly, he slides off his gloves, reveling one flesh arm and one cybernetic arm.

“Good, now tell me how good I’m making you feel.” He murmurs, slipping his flesh hand between your legs, a finger tracing your slit and gathering your growing arousal. “Tell me and I’ll make you feel better.”

“I feel really good.” You whisper, your hips bucking slightly searching for more and Vader tisks.

“Louder.” He says, before he dips his head and bites at one of your thighs. Vader’s hand still ghosting over your core and smirks as you drip onto his hand. “I can feel how wet you are, you cant deny it, whore.” He murmurs, dragging his lips against your thigh.

“I need you. I’m aching and I’m empty and I need you.” You say breathlessly, louder than before and as you try to grind down onto his hand, he uses the force to stop you. He smirks and slides a finger into you, watching as your breathing picks up and he sets a steady pace. Suddenly, he stands up again and uses the force to hold you up to the wall at his eye level.

You let out a gasp as Vader picks up his speed and presses against you, his lips settling on your collarbones, sucking and biting at them as he slides in a second finger. “If you need me so much, then you wont mind if I speed this up. A good whore would take it. And thats all you are, begging for me so desperately.” He murmurs against your chest, resting his head against it as he starts to rut against your leg to match his movements.

You steady your breath, looking at him before you try to take off his cape, or his armor, something to see him better and he kisses you passionately instead, pushing his tongue past your lips and practically swallowing your moans whole. “What do you think you’re doing, little one?” He whispers against the corner of your lips, his eyes shut as he waits.

“Wanted to see you.” You whisper back, and Vader smirks, adding a third finger and keeping up his fast pace, making you whine. He digs his further a bit more, curling them until he find your spot, and you cry out.

“No need.” Vader whispers as he licks at your lips before pulling you in for another messy kiss. His fingers keep moving with perfect precision and you unravel on him. Vader pulls back enough to hear your moans and watch you as you pant to catch your breath

“Wanted touch you.”

“I’m touching you, that’s enough. Don’t be greedy.” He whispers in your ear before he slides his fingers out and licks them clean. He lets out a content sigh before he undoes his pants enough to get himself out and alines himself with your hole. You look at him as he focuses on sliding himself in slowly, groaning at the sensation. As he continues to sheath himself in you, you moan out, holding his shoulders tightly but your hands slip against his armor.

Once he’s fully inside, he pulls you in for another kiss, more gentle this time but still with passion. As he stays still, you try to move and he grabs your hips to stop you.

“Shit- Just give me a minute. I forgot how good this feels.” He groans out, biting at your earlobe. His hands slide up, groping at your body to keep you entertained as he collects himself.

“I need you.” You whine out desperately, trying to kiss him before he beats you to it, biting at your lip as he starts to move slowly, groaning against his lips and sighing.

“So fucking tight. Of course you are, you’re fucking tiny.” He groans into your ear and then picks up his speed. You keep trying to hold onto him, but your hands slip on his armor. Your moans and whines blend with his pants and groan as he hunches over you, licking and biting whatever skin he can reach, his hands bruising in the way he grabs at you.

“Say you're mine, little one. Say that you belong to me.” He groans against your neck, his movements rough and sloppy as he fucks into your hole. Vader bites into you harder than before and when you cry out, he kisses the bite. “You’re soaking my pants, you’re moaning like a little whore in my fortress, you’re mine, say it.”

“Y-yours. I’m yours… my lord.” You answer breathlessly, a tear runs down your face from the pain of his bite and he licks your tear away. Vader kisses the corner of your eyes and smiles against you. Your arms settle around his neck, hugging him to you and he leans in against your ear.

“All mine. You’re so precious. I promise, everyone will want to be you. No one will be as loved as you are Y/N. My little one.” He whispers his cybernetic arm rubbing harsh circles on your clit and you moan.

“I can’t.” You whisper, feeling your orgasm building up and you screw your eyes shut. Vader smirks and moves his hand faster as he keeps up his brutal pace.

“Show me, little one. Show me how good you feel.” He whispers, nuzzling against your ear as you finally release, hugging him tighter as your moans filled the hallway and a few thrusts later, Vader finishes in you, his head buried in the crook of your neck. As you both catch your breath, he carefully wraps you into your cloak and tucks his member back in his pants, and kisses your forehead.

“Do you love me now, Y/N.” He whispers, his lips still resting on your forehead.

“I-” You start, your mind a mess from everything that has just happened.

“More than you love Gracies Gras?”

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britany1997 · 1 year

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The Lost Boys Masterlist

Rules: Read Before Requesting:)

Fluff-💖 Spice/Smut- ❤️‍🔥 Angst-🖤

(Other characters I write for masterlists linked at the end)

Fics and Blurbs:

Poly:

Stargazing with the Lost Boys Poly! Lost Boys x GN reader 💖

Cuddling with the Lost Boys Poly! Lost Boys x GN reader 💖

Shared Interests Poly! Lost Boys x Lesbian reader 💖

Vampires Everywhere Poly! Lost boys x GN Vampire reader 💖

Hot Vampires in Your Area Poly! Lost Boys x GN Vampire Reader ❤️‍🔥 (follow up to Vampires Everywhere)

Hot Vampires In Your Area Poly! Lost boys x GN Vampire Reader (Part 3 to Vampires Everywhere)❤️‍🔥

The Sun Rises Poly! Lost boys x Fem! depressed reader 💖🖤

Quali-tea Time Poly! Lost boys and Laddie 💖

Rev Your Engines Poly! Lost boys x Motorcycle Expert GN Reader 💖

Let’s Motor Poly! Lost boys x Motorcycle Expert GN Reader 💖 (Part 2 to Rev Your Engines)

Cult Classic Poly! Lost boys x GN reader that’s like Pelle from midsommer 🖤 (part 2)(upcoming)

Queer Eye with the Vampire Guys Poly! Lost boys x GN reader💖

Purrfect Night Poly! Boys x Male catlike reader💖

If You Give A Vampire A Cookie Poly! Boys x GN Reader who owns a bakery💖

Birthday Request Masterlist🎂💖

Paul:

Paul and Fishy Masterlist 💖

The Big Bad Wolf ❤️‍🔥 Paul x Fem! Reader

Sharing is Caring Paul x GN reader x Dwayne💖

Spellbound Paul x Trad Goth GN Reader💖

Fallen For You Paul x Fem Angel Reader🖤

Hungry Like The Wolf Paul x Fem Reader ❤️‍🔥 (Part 2 to The Big Bad Wolf)

Starry-Eyed Lovers Paul x GN reader 🖤💖

Sticky Fingers Paul x GN Reader 💖

Passenger Princess Paul x Fem Reader x Marko❤️‍🔥

Pinned Marko x GN reader x Paul❤️‍🔥

Bad Boy Dom Dwayne x Sub Paul❤️‍🔥

Every Breath You Take Yandere Paul x fem reader 🖤💖

Signed, Sealed, Delivered…I’m Yours Paul x GN Selkie Reader 💖

Dwayne:

Use Your Words Dwayne x Male Reader ❤️‍🔥

Creature Comfort David x Dwayne centric 🖤💖

Everything Now David x Dwayne ❤️‍🔥 (Part 2 to C.C.)

Supersymmetry Dwayne x GN Reader x David ❤️‍🔥 (Part 3 to C.C.)

Sharing is Caring Paul x GN reader x Dwayne 💖

Lay Like This Forever Dwayne x Fem! Reader ❤️‍🔥💖

Bad Boy Dom Dwayne x Sub Paul❤️‍🔥

Each Night Before You Go To Bed Dwayne x GN Reader💖

Man of Your Midsummer Night’s Dreams Dwayne x GN Fae Reader💖

Marko:

Passenger Princess Paul x Fem Reader x Marko❤️‍🔥

Pinned Marko x GN Reader x Paul❤️‍🔥

David:

Creature Comfort David x Dwayne centric 🖤💖

Everything Now David x Dwayne ❤️‍🔥 (part 2 to C.C.)

Supersymmetry Dwayne x GN Reader x David❤️‍🔥 (Part 3 to C.C.)

Male Manipulator 🖤 Modern Toxic David x GN reader

Love Marks Jealous! Toxic! David x GN Reader❤️‍🔥🖤

Style Icon David x Male Reader 🖤💖

Hand in Unloveable Hand Poly! Lost boy x Male Reader (David centric) 🖤

His Favorite Boy David x Transmasc reader💖

A Dragon’s Tail David x Male Dragon Reader💖

Michael:

Deep in the Heart of Texas Southern Michael x GN Reader fic ❤️‍🔥

Sunkissed Poolboy Michael x Fem Rich Reader ❤️‍🔥 (collab)

Star:

You Mystify Me Star x Banshee Fem Reader💖

Multi-Chapter Fics:

Fate Yields For No One Masterlist Poly! Lost boys x Max’s daughter reader

Headcanons:

TLB Headcanons Masterlist

Non-Lost Boys Fics:

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

Tyler Masterlist (Thrashin)

Anakin Skywalker Masterlist (Star Wars)

And more to come!

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justbored93 · 7 months

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Star Wars Fic Recs

Anakin Skywalker

Frostbitten by @dracowars

Touch Starved Anakin x gn reader HCs by @chokemeanakin

To be a Jedi by @arrantsnowdrop

Help by @darthkruge

Stay there, I'm coming to get you by @triptuckers

Sweet Dreams by @ithebookhoarder

You're Breaking My Heart by @lillianofliterature (series)

Falling Asleep on top of Anakin and Obi Wan by @the-return-of-the-imagines technically for both but imma just put it under Anakin cuz I can

Cocoon by @mountkennedie

Anakin when his s/o is on their period HCs by @chokemeanakin

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Anxiety by @fanficsforheartandsoul (platonic)

Silent Suffering by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms this is also kinda Anakin too but whatever its more obi wan anyways (platonic)

Poe Dameron

The Weightlessness of Safety by @lightsinthedistancee

It's About the Waking by @lilhawkeye3

“Don’t you ever do that again!” by @summahsunlight

To All the Pilots I've Loved Before by @dameronology (series)

Nothing, Everything by @moonknightly

To Die, To Sleep by @im-poe-dameron

Sleepless by @usercecilia

Final Moments by @adora-but-ginger

A Little Help by @the-little-ewok

#star wars #star wars x reader #x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #obi wan x reader #poe dameron x reader #star wars fic recs #fic recs #i finally made another rec list YIPPEE #i just now realized im very picky about the fics i like #also we all knew it was mostly gonna be hurt comfort fics oof

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hanasnx · 7 months

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i want to be sk!anakin’s basement wife

“you wanna be what?” his feathery voice conveys his amusement as he affectionally pinches your cheek.

“please, ani?” you keen, crawling further into his lap to straddle his thighs. “i’d make such a good one, don’t you think? dress up for you, do whatever you wanted. c’mon.” you seat fully onto him, a growth apparent under his pants as you rock under the guise of frustration— when you really just want to get him harder. “say it, see how it feels on your tongue.”

he moistens his lips, hesitant to oblige you. you get a big head when he obeys any command you give him. the idea of it grips him though, and he draws out his plump bottom lip from his teeth. there’s a sheepish curl to his mouth, as if he can’t believe you’ve said something so unusual. so depraved. his large hands knead your hips, tugging you closer to his chest. “you wanna be my little basement wife.”

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ahqkas · 2 years

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𝐨𝐨𝐨. TILL FOREVER FALLS APART; anakin skywalker

pairing; anakin skywalker x gn!reader

summary; after waking up from another hearth wrenching nightmare, you're there to listen to and calm down your lover

word count; 2k (1k for angst, 1k for fluff)

warnings; major character death (in a nightmare!!), a bit of crying, nightmares, mention of the younglings and death, inspired by that one anakin & padmé scene (i changed some things), angst first fluff second, hurt/comfort, anakins nightmare slanders obi-wan, lmk if i missed smth !!

note; i want him to look at me like that 😕😕 i made myself vv emotional while writing this and that scene BREAKS me every time like it has no business being that sad 😕😕😕

likes, reblogs & comments are deeply appreciated as i love interacting w my writing<33

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"I was so worried about you. Obi-Wan told me horrible things, Ani."

That's how most of Anakin's nightmares started. You were in front of him, standing there with a bit of hope glistening in your wide eyes and a slight tremble in your shaking voice. Your cheeks were wet from the endless tears running down them and he didn't know the reason behind the action, which made him more confused. Why did the nightmares always started like that? Where did the very beginning go?

But he knew what was expected at the end. And he didn't like the ending in the slightest.

"What things?"

"He said you turned to the dark side. That you ... killed the younglings. Is it true? Did you do that?"

Did he? He should be ashamed of his action, he should regret them yet the only feeling that flowed inside him was the urge to save you, to keep you breathing and by his side. But an unsaid emotion flashed through him when he watched the young children fall into their never ending sleep of the very welcoming death and the life leaving their emotionless eyes as they would never sparkle with wonder again. "Don't listen to him, [Name]. Obi-Wan is trying to turn you against me."

A shake of your head was the only response he got from you and he wasn't sure if that was the answer he wanted, "No, he wouldn't do that. He cares about us."

"Us? He's jealous."

Obi-Wan didn't care about you and Anakin knew it. If he did care how you claim to know, you wouldn't be standing in front of your husband with tears streaming down your face as you watch the confused look on his face turn into one of anger and hatred. You would be somewhere safe, somewhere where the council couldn't discover your deepest secret and with your lover holding you like he promised he always would with nothing but adoration for you.

"He knows. He wants to help you. Anakin, all I want is your love. Please, come back to me."

You were begging at this point and he knew it. But you didn't understand. You didn't understand what would happen to you, to him, if he didn't take the matter into his own hands. The nightmares always ended the same and Anakin would do anything to change the plotline just so you could make it.

"Love won't save you, [Nickname], only my new powers can!" he ignored the cry of your own voice, at what cost? He's standing closer now and the emotions in your eyes seemed to grow more and more he's standing closer to you. And maybe if his own tears weren't blinding his vision, he would see that those emotions belonged to him. That you were hurting for him. "I'm stronger now, I can save you! I won't loose you the same way I lost my mother. I've become more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of. And I'm doing it for you, to protect you." Protect you from him.

"Don't do this, Ani. Come away with me. We can run away together. From the council, from the responsibilities. Just you and me. Leave everything else behind while we still can. Our lives don't need to be the way they used to."

If it wasn't you who was standing in front of him, if he didn't love you so deeply, he would've scoffed at your stupidity. Haven't you been listening to him? Maybe you were right, love can blind those who were attached to each other, maybe you were blinded by the strong admiration. You definitely weren't seeing right. "Don't you see? We don't have to run away anymore. I have brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the Chancellor, I can overthrow him. And together, the way we always wanted, you and I can rule the galaxy. Make things like we planned, sweetheart."

The familiar use of your nickname just brought more tears into your eyes. You missed the times when the nickname was spoken in the soft voice, soothing you into sleep while his flesh hand stroked your head as if trying to protect you from bad dreams. It sounded different back there. Now the sound of whisper was nothing but desperate, trying to lure you into something bad. "Where are you, Anakin? You've changed, it's not you anymore. Obi-Wan was right."

Even when the last part was rushed and whispered into the thin air, he heard it and it made his blood boil with anger. But not towards you, all his anger and hatred was never directed to you. The council, Obi-Wan, they held all the crimes in the centre of their palms and still acted like they were heroes, the good ones for everyone around them. "No, I don't want to hear any more about Obi-Wan. The jedi turned against me, don't you please turn against me."

This Anakin that stood before you wasn't the Anakin you met all those years ago on his home planet and fell in love with. This wasn't the one who made sure to kiss your forehead goodnight every night when you were together. He simply wasn't him. He who would take you on a speeder drive in the middle of the night when your loud thoughts wouldn't leave your mind alone. He who would spend days, months to build you the perfect droid to keep you company when the long missions started to be more common. He who you married on your home planet, knowing that you had Shmi's blessing to marry her only son. He who loved you truly and deeply.

You missed him more than anything now.

"I don't know you anymore. Anakin, you're breaking my heart. You're going down a path I can't follow. Stop, please, stop now. Come back. I love you."

Maybe in another universe things would be different and he could change the ending.

"Liar!"

The world started spinning and the only thing you could think about in your situation was the tight pain surrounding your throat. Your air flow was cut of, your hands weakly crawled at the skin, trying to push the invisible Force away, but no luck was at your side that night. If it wasn't for the tears clouding your mind at that moment, you would see the pain and anguish in your lover's eyes caused by his own actions but he knew there wasn't any way back anymore. You were lost and he would never get you back.

And as you started falling to the ground, something in Anakin snapped enough for him to clear his mind and realise what has just happened and what he did. His movements acted sooner than his thinking and his arms caught you just before your lifeless body hit the dirty ground. Slowly kneeling down, your head was resting in the crook of his forearm as he clinged himself to you, to feel your fading warm for the last time. What has he done?

With a sharp take of the air, Anakin's body flinched back to the reality of the dark night on Coruscant. He felt the sweat that wrapped itself around his torso, forehead and hands like a blanket making him slightly uncomfortable. His raspy breathing filled the air as he was still calming down from the newest nightmare. Yes, he did have those exact same ones often but this one was different, this one just felt too real and that's what scared him. Were you going to really die by his hand? No, he wouldn't let that happen. Not by his hand.

The Jedi turned his head to look into your direction on the bed and when he saw the peaceful expression on your face, he didn't know he would ever like to be this relieved in his entire life. You were there, by his side. And you weren't going anywhere soon, he'll make sure of that.

He slowly got up from the bed, making sure to not disturb your sleep, put a robe on his still sweaty body and stepped out to the chilly weather outside on the balcony. His hands gripped the railing tightly, the need to ground himself entered his self uninvited and at full force. You were okay and so were the younglings (he hoped). He's not a horrible person. It was just an usual bad dream.

You must have sensed the cold, empty place next to you because you found yourself standing next to Anakin, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder as his arms went around waist in a loving hug. "What's wrong, Ani?"

His chin found its place on the crown of your head as he gently mumbled into your hair. "Nothing, my love."

"Don't do this. Don't shut me out. Let me help you. You know I'm more than happy to hear you out. You're not alone, we're together in this."

His arms around you wrapped just a bit tighter when the sudden flash of the dream made its way into his mind again. The comforting smell of your hair was soothing him now, reminding him of home. Of you. "It was just another nightmare, yeah. It felt so real as well, but you have no idea how glad I am it's not the reality."

You smiled into his collarbones and let the warm of his embrace sway you back into your dreamy state in his arms. Anakin took a deep breath, feeling the tears and fear finally entering his system. "It was like the ones I told you about, the ones about you, us. You were confronting me and, I don't know why but it angered me, seeing you agreeing with a person who betrayed me. So I just," he felt quiet after those words, like if he continued talking about his dream it somehow would become a reality. A reality he feared. Because his world revolved around you, his sun, and kept him grounded. Loosing you would make it all dark and empty, full of melancholy and hurt he was sure he couldn't escape from. Loosing you would shatter his soul and leave him alone in the cruel world. Loosing you would destroy his light side and bring an end to Anakin Skywalker. He wasn't the same without you. "I held your lifeless frame in my arms and I don't wish to see that sign again."

His hands went to push you away from him just far enough so he could press his palms to your warm cheeks, his thumbs dancing across your skin so gently you thought you might have imagined it. His eyes were a clear blue colour you grew to adore and something blossomed in your insides when you saw the look he was giving you. It was sad yet determined and full of fondness towards you at the same time. "I won't loose you, sweetheart. I promise you."

Giving your husband his favourite smile that held so much of unsaid feelings just for him, you grabbed his hands that were still resting on your face. He sent a small grin your way as well and slowly started to forget his biggest fear in your touch.

"You know I believe you, Ani. You're an incredible person and the most loving husband I could ever wish for and I hope you know that. Now come on back to bed, I can tell by the bags under your eyes how tired you must be."

Anakin breathed out a sigh of the much needed air and gave a small nod of his head, feeling nothing more than to accomplish this simple request of yours. Your arms made him feel more grounded than any railing ever could and he would be dammed if he lost you for real. With a quick kiss to your forehead, he slipped your hands into his and made the way under the covers, where he was sure he definitely could keep you safe.

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Hi, me again! Can I suggest an Anakin or Fives (your choice) fic, where the reader is a singer and DJ at 79’s and their latest song is about him?

If you need a song for this, I got you:

(Ignore DaBaby’s rap for this fic, you can use Camila’s verses instead)

Hello again!

Of course I can! (I love the song btw)

[Anakin Skywalker x gn!reader]: If you kiss me, I might let it happen

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Summary:

Anakin is forced by his battalion (Fives mainly) to join in for a drink at 79's. As he talks to the clones, he spots you, singing a song he feels connected to.

WARNINGS: Drinking, alcohol, swearing, flirty reader, flirty Anakin, Anakin being a mess, suggestive if you squint, and just a little bit of tension. I don't know what I'm doing, it's 1 am and I want to sleep. I'll edit it tomorrow :p

Requested by: @kombatkid

I'm having a bad time learning how to write Anakin so please forgive me if it's a bit ooc :/

Enjoy!

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"It's literally 79's, not a Council meeting, sir." Fives implied.

Anakin leaned on the wall, thoughtful as he wondered if he should join his squad on a night at the bar, 79's, or not.

"I don't know, Fives. I already got reprimanded last time by the Council." He responded.

The clone rolled his eyes, and Jesse came in to try convince him.

"Come on, General. I heard from other clones that the singer you met last time is coming." The other clone chimed, smiling.

Anakin sighed, defeated. Yes, when he went for the first time to 79's, you had caught his eye. Quite literally as he had been mesmerized by your voice.

Eventually, he agreed. Just because he was feeling tired (and absolutely didn't want to hear you again-).

...

Upon arriving at 79's, Anakin realised how crowded it was. He sat down on a table with Rex, Fives and Echo.

"Are you sure you got the date right?" Echo asked.

Fives scoffed. "Of course I do."

The other clone rolled his eyes.

While the two clones fought, Anakin searched for your presence. You were definitely inside the bar, and he figured you'd be changing or practicing or just relaxing before a performance.

"Will you two stop it?" Rex asked, sighing.

"Not until I convince Echo that I didn't get the date wrong!" Fives complained.

"It's not the first time you've gotten a date wrong." Echo implied.

Anakin rolled his eyes. He started to regret that he agreed to go to 79's, yet he grabbed himself a drink and stared at nothing as other clones started entering the bar.

He did not realise a melody had started playing and someone had showed up in the small stage.

"They say he likes a good time

My, oh my

He comes alive at midnight

Every night"

He snapped out of his thoughts when Echo gently nudged his shoulder.

"They're on stage." He whispered.

The Chosen one's head instantly turned, and gazed at you.

"My mama doesn't trust him

My, oh my

He's only here for one thing, but

So am I"

He felt his cheeks go red as your eyes locked on his for a split second, before you walked out of the scenario to sway towards each desk.

He heard Fives ask the bartender for another drink, while the Jedi just stared at you longingly. You seemed to leave his desk for last, as you had started from the other side.

"A little bit older

A black leather jacket

A bad reputation

Insatiable habits"

Anakin gulped, as his eyes followed your every move. What was happening to him? It was wrong for the Jedi Code to feel the sensation he was feeling.

That feeling, however, the feeling of anticipation, the feeling of a shiver running down his spine as your voice filled his eardrums was like no other. And it was the same feelings as the ones he felt when he agreed to show up at 79's a few weeks prior.

The Jedi's heart was about to exit his chest as you approached closer.

"He was onto me,

one look and I couldn't breathe

Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me

I might let it happen" "

A nervous sigh left his lips, as Fives nudged him.

"It was worth it, eh?" He implied.

"Yeah, sure." He replied, dismissively. Even though he knew it had been absolutely worth it.

However, one side of him wanted to talk to you after the 'show'. The other side of him begged for Anakin to leave and return to the Temple and forget about all of this. Because he would be in trouble.

His eyes locked on yours again, and you smirked.

"I swear on my life that I've been a good girl

Tonight, I don't wanna be her"

You winked an eye at him, and went back to the stage.

"He says he likes a good time

My, oh my

He comes alive at midnight

Every night"

He muttered something between the words of 'I need some air.' to Echo before he got up and headed towards the door of 79's. It was too much for the young Jedi.

"My mama doesn't trust him

My, oh my

He's only here for one thing, but

So am I"

Anakin's hand rested on the doorknob, as he felt your words being directed at him. He knew it, and he felt it. And when claps and screams filled the bar, he knew it was his cue to get some air.

He had not noticed, however, that your eyes followed his every move.

Once outside, the Jedi leaned on a wall and sighed. He wouldn't call it sensory overload, but he did get a bit sensitive with all the noises. He crossed his arms, thinking.

He didn't notice that you were behind him, and startled him.

"Holy- stars! What- are you doing here?!" He asked, still very much surprised.

You laughed at his reaction.

"Sorry. I saw you leaving so I sneaked out of the crowd to try find you." You replied, with a small smile.

At this, Anakin was dumbfounded.

"Why would you be looking for me?"

You smirked, amused at his reaction.

"I know you were here last time, and you're here today. We don't know eachother, but you've caught my eye." You replied.

For some reason, a wave of confidence and adrenaline ran through Anakin's veins.

"Have I?" He asked, in a more flirtatious tone.

You nodded. "You have."

To this, he responded with a light chuckle.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Anakin Skywalker." He said, with a playful reverence. "Pleasure to meet you."

You extended your hand.

"Pleasure to meet you too."

You leaned on the wall.

"I must say, that was a great performance." He chimed, staring at you.

"It was just a performance." You shrugged.

Anakin chuckled. "You really can't accept a compliment, can you?" He said, shooting closer as he raised an eyebrow.

"Coming from you, I don't think I will." You teased, placing your hands on your hips.

He let out a huff.

"Playing hard to get, are we?"

You hummed in response, leaning closer. Your hands rested at the sides of the wall, his body between your arms. "Maybe I am."

Ignoring his blushing face, he licked his lips once he realised you were dangerously close to him, and more than you already were.

His body acted on his own, and his fingers wrapped around your chin, lifting it up.

"The first time I came here, I was captivated by your voice. And I'm going to be transparent here, I really want to hear you sing again. It was beautiful." He said.

This time, you were the one to blush. You had also been captivated by the young, mysterious man. It was the first time you had ever felt like this, and you were willing to give in to the feeling.

"I'll sing. I'll sing for you." You told him, in a whisper.

Maybe it was the spotchka he had drank, maybe it was the heat of the moment that wasn't letting him think straight, but his lips crashed with yours in a very much passionate and long-awaited kiss.

You gladly kissed back, closing your eyes and placing your hands on his hips.

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"So, uh- what are we doing about them?" Echo asked, as him and Fives waited for a cab, staring at both of you.

Fives hummed.

"Not tell the Jedi Council about it?" He replied.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Echo said.

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I'm going to sleep :p

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