#cowboy!anakin skywalker

[queenie-official]

Save a horse ride a cowboy 😩

cowboy Anakin au anyone? (GOD HAYDEN IN A COWBOY HAT IS SUCH A TURN ON 🛐🛐🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

[thesassypadawan]

Space Cowboy (Knight Anakin x RealWorldFemReader)

Summary:  What better way to relax after a crazy day…then taking a space ride with the cowboy, baby.  (Listen to *NSYNC’s Space Cowboy with this, you will not regret it.)

Warnings: Just a little bit of stripe teasing.

Notes: I’ve had this song stuck in my head for a good solid week.  Every time I listened to it, I just thought of Ani.  Then the pic of Hayden wearing the cowboy hat came around and I just knew what I had to do.  Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yo!

It had been a long day.  The kind when you desperately count down the hours until you could return home and spend the evening unwinding on your balcony.

And so, there you were.  Curled up on your oversized, comfy chair.  A glass of your favorite wine in hand.  Head bobbing as you listened to your special playlist.  Indulging in your guilty pleasure of…reading Anakin Skywalker fanfics.

You just couldn’t help it, there was just something about ‘the chosen one’ that really got your motor going.

Finishing up a particularly spicy story, one that made you blush just a tad bit, you stopped for a second and took a deep swig.  “Oh, Ani,” you giggled.  “All the filthy things I would do to you, if you were real.”

 Just as the next song began to play, one you always associated with him, your phone chimed.  A new dm, sender unknown.

Pausing the music, you cautiously opened the message.  You figured it would be a random dick pic, instead you were pleasantly surprised with what appeared to be a Skyguy video.

Giddily, you tapped play.

Sound filled your ears, the same tune you were listening to a moment ago, and the glorious image of Anakin appeared on your phone.

Dressed in his jedi robes, with a mischievous smile on his handsome face, he danced seductively to the rhythm.  But, as the chorus began, that’s when things really heated up.

Ani removed his belt and sash in one fluid motion.  Tossing them aside carelessly into the depths of the darkened room.

            ‘If you wanna fly, come and take a ride

            Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby’

Anakin loosened the ties of his tabard and tunics.  Gyrating his hips, he turned around slowly.  Candles suddenly flickering to life behind him.

            ‘If you wanna fly, come and take a ride

            Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby’

His back facing you, Ani shot a playful look over his shoulder.  Easing off his layers, exposing perfectly tanned skin…that you would love to cover in bites and hickies.  All the while his surroundings becoming more apparent.

            ‘Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yay

            Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yo’

Rocking his hips, Ani circled back to face you.  Smirking as is he could see you drooling over his chiseled pecs and abs.  Why did that backdrop seem so familiar?

            ‘Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yay

            Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yo’

With pants resting dangerously on his hips, Anakin stood, muscular arms crossed, in the center of…your bedroom!

“Well, what are you waiting for, angel?”  He teased into the camera, hand lazily trailing down to his waistband.  “This is where the fun begins.”

The video abruptly ended.  The song still playing from inside your apartment.

Scrambling to your feet, you quickly made your way down the hall.  Your heart racing and mind buzzing.

The chorus started up again.  Grabbing hold of the knob, you threw open the door to reveal…

The man, the myth, the legend – Anakin Skywalker himself.  Positioned very provocatively on your bed.  Wearing nothing - except a cowboy hat covering his package.

Eyes blown wide, mouth hanging open in shock.  There were so many burning questions you wanted to ask, but all you could manage was a timid…  “How?”

Ani shook his head and chuckled.  “Are you really going to worry about that now or would you rather…”

The hat landed in front of you.  “Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby?”

 You didn’t even hesitate.  You tore off your clothes and pounced on him hungrily.  “Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yo!”

[demigoddessqueens]

touch

Thinking of touch-starved men…, their eyes follow your hands and fingers so carefully, anxiously, getting easily jealous at how casual your touches are with others who are not them; always lingering where you are, seeking out your presence and just wanting a sliver of your attention away from everyone else; touch-starved ones who have a quiet gasp whenever you place your hands over theirs or just a casual friendly touch; chills along their spine and entire body as you play with their hair; hugs make them freeze in their tracks before arms tentatively wrap around you like your made of glass or a stardust that will vanish the second it’s over

EDIT: they can’t help but swallow down their moan(s) when your fingers brush through their hair, lightly touching the exposed back of their neck

Just….touch starved characters…

[speaknow-sw]

𝑺𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒌

Summary : When your car broke down in the middle of 1950s Texas, you welcome with pleasure the help of a handsome cowboy.

Word count : 2.4k

Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ: mdni, 1950s AU, Cowboy! Anakin, Ditzy!, Wealthy! Reader, surnames (doll, peach, dollie,), kissing, vaginal fingering, brief pussy-eating, PiV, breeding kink, wife kink, mentions of grooming, pregnancy kink ?

AN : Okay so I got that AU in my head since FOREVER. That damn picture of Hayden with the Stetson got me ruining so many panties. Here’s a tribute to all the Cowboy delulu wifeys. Hope you’ll enjoy !!!

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the vast Texas plains. The air was thick with the scent of wild grass and the distant hum of cicadas. You, a city girl from New York, had never seen anything like it. The endless stretch of land, so different from the concrete jungle you were used to, was both beautiful and intimidating.

You had been on your way to visit a distant relative’s ranch, a place you’d never been before, when your car—an elegant, shiny Cadillac that was far too fancy for these dusty roads—had sputtered and died in the middle of nowhere. Now, here you were, miles from the nearest town, with no idea what to do.

Your pretty summer dress, all ruffles and soft pastels, was completely out of place here, with the silk scarf wrapped around your head to protect your hair from the burning sun. Your designer heels were sinking into the dirt with every step you took around the car, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. You were lost, both literally and figuratively, your usual confidence shaken by the vastness of this wild, untamed place.

As you leaned against the car, biting your lip in frustration, the sound of hooves reached your ears. You looked up, shielding your eyes from the sun, and saw a figure on horseback approaching from the distance.

As the rider drew closer, you could make out more details—tall, broad-shouldered, with a wide-brimmed Stetson casting a shadow over his face. His horse was a magnificent creature, all muscle and grace, moving with the kind of power that took your breath away.

When he finally stopped a few feet away from you, you got your first real look at him. The man was strikingly handsome, with sandy blonde hair that curled under his hat and deep blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. He was dressed in a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, tanned forearms, and worn jeans that clung to his legs in a way that made your heart race.

“Well, now, what’s a pretty little thing like you doin’ all the way out here ?” he drawled, his voice low and smooth, with just the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You blinked up at him, momentarily lost for words. He was so different from the men you were used to—polished, city types in sharp suits and shiny shoes. This man was raw and rugged, with a presence that seemed to command the very air around him.

“My car…” you started, feeling a little foolish under his steady gaze. “It just… stopped. I don’t know what to do.”

He dismounted with an easy grace, the muscles in his arms flexing as he swung down from the saddle. As he approached, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, mixing with the warmth of the sun. He looked over the car, his expression thoughtful, before turning back to you.

“Well, I ain’t no mechanic, but I can take a look, dollie,” he offered, his tone kind but with an undercurrent of amusement, as if he found your predicament both endearing and a little amusing.

“Thank you,” you murmured, stepping aside to let him take a look under the hood. As he worked, you couldn’t help but watch him, the way his fingers deftly moved over the engine, the way his shirt clung to the muscles of his back as he leaned over.

After a few minutes, he straightened up, wiping his hands on a rag he’d pulled from his back pocket. “Looks like you’ve got a busted radiator, peach. You won’t be goin’ anywhere until it’s fixed.”

Your heart sank at his words. “Oh no, what am I going to do ?”

He glanced up at the sky, which was beginning to turn shades of pink and orange as the sun dipped lower. “It’s gettin’ late. Best thing would be to come back to my place. It ain’t too far, and you can stay the night. I’ll take a look at your car in the morning, doll, see what can be done.”

You hesitated for a moment, the idea of staying with a stranger making you nervous, but there was something about him—something solid and trustworthy—that made you nod in agreement. “Alright, thank you, cowboy. I really appreciate it.”

He gave you a nod and helped you up onto his horse, his hands firm and steady as they gripped your waist. You settled into the saddle, feeling a bit awkward, but his presence behind you was reassuring.

As you rode through the fields, the wind gently tugging at your hair, you couldn’t help but lean back against him, the warmth of his body seeping into yours. His arm was wrapped around you, holding the reins, and you could feel the strength in him, the quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from every part of him. 

Suddenly your silk scarf escaped from your head and you gasped. A strong hand latched backwards and caught the fabric. The cowboy winked at you and pocketed your scarf not without smelling it beforehand, leaving you speechless.

When you finally arrived at his ranch, the sky was a deep indigo, the stars just beginning to twinkle above. The house was a charming, rustic place, with a wide porch and warm, inviting lights glowing from the windows.

He helped you down from the horse, his hands lingering on your waist for just a moment longer than necessary, sending a thrill through you. As you stepped inside, you were greeted by the cozy warmth of the living room, the scent of wood and leather filling the air.

“You can make yourself at home,” he said, his voice softer now, almost intimate. “I’ll get you somethin’ to drink.”

You nodded, wandering over to the fireplace, your fingers lightly brushing over the mantel as you took in the room. When he returned, he handed you a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid glinting in the firelight.

As you took a sip, the warmth of the alcohol spread through you, mixing with the heat that had been steadily building inside you since the moment he’d appeared on that dusty road. You coughed your lungs out at the burn.

“I never did catch your name,” you said, looking up at him over the rim of your glass.

“Name’s Anakin,” he replied, his eyes locked onto yours. “Anakin Skywalker.”

You smiled, the name fitting him perfectly. “Thank you again, Anakin. For helping me.”

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “It’s my pleasure, darlin’. Can’t leave a lady in distress.”

There was a charged silence between you, the air thick with something unspoken. You could feel the tension building, a magnetic pull that drew you closer to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

Before you knew it, he was right in front of you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. His touch was warm, his thumb brushing over your skin in a way that made your breath catch.

“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

You could only nod, your voice failing you as you lost yourself in the intensity of his gaze.

And then he was kissing you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before—raw, passionate, and filled with a desire that made your head spin.

You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, holding you against him as the kiss deepened.

His hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you. You could feel the hard lines of his body against yours, the heat of his skin seeping through his shirt, igniting a fire in you that you hadn’t even realized was there.

You gasped as his lips moved to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your knees weak, his stubble scratching deliciously against your throat. His hands were everywhere, sliding down your back, over your hips, exploring every inch of you with a hunger that matched your own.

“Anakin…” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed you against the wall, his body pinning you there with a strength that made your pulse race.

“Shh,” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low growl. “I’ve gotcha’, darlin’. Jus’ let me take care of ya’.”

And take care of you he did. He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom, where he laid you down on the soft, inviting bed. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting everything in a warm, golden light.

He stood above you for a moment, his eyes dark and intense as he took in the sight of you, his chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. And then he was on you, his hands and lips exploring every inch of your body, igniting a fire in you that burned hotter with every touch, every kiss.

Anakin's kisses trailed down your neck, his hands sliding over your dress, finding the zipper at the back. With a smooth motion, he pulled it down, the fabric slipping off your shoulders, exposing the delicate lace of your lingerie. His breath hitched at the sight, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Pretty, lil’ angel," he whispered, his voice husky as his fingers traced the outline of your bra, making your skin tingle. His lips followed the path of his hands, pressing hot kisses along your collarbone, down to the swell of your breasts, until you were arching into him, desperate for more.

You tugged at his shirt, your fingers fumbling with the buttons in your eagerness to feel his skin against yours. He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine, before he helped you, shrugging out of the shirt and tossing it aside.

The sight of him, all hard muscles and golden skin, took your breath away. His chest was broad, his abs defined, and you couldn’t resist running your hands over his torso, feeling the heat and power of him beneath your fingertips.

He groaned at your touch, his hands slipping under your bra, pushing it up to free your breasts. His mouth was on you in an instant, his tongue teasing your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through you that had you gasping his name.

His hands were everywhere, sliding down your sides, over your hips, pushing your dress the rest of the way off until you were lying there in nothing but your panties. He paused for a moment, just looking at you, his eyes roaming over your body with a hunger that made your skin flush with heat.

Then he was kissing you again, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that was all-consuming, his hands sliding down to your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them. You could feel the hardness of him pressing against you, the evidence of his desire making you ache with need.

"Anakin," you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation as he kissed his way down your body, his hands hooking into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with a slow, deliberate motion that left you trembling with anticipation.

He kissed the inside of your thighs, his stubble grazing your sensitive skin, making you shiver. And then his mouth was on you, his tongue stroking over your most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you that made you cry out, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.

He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working together to drive you higher and higher, until you were teetering on the edge, your body strung tight with need. And then he was inside you, filling you completely, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had you moaning his name, your nails digging into his back. « Gonna make you a mommy, » he grunted, biting your throat. His hands gripped your waist tightly probably letting bruises. He swallowed the sweet skin of your cleavage in his mouth, suckling hickeys and pressing hot, tongue kisses on your chair. « My sweet little wife, gonna drag you on the aisle, » he pounded harder in you, his large cock reducing you at a doll-like state, your cock drunk face driving his crazy. « You’ll gimme babies, huh ? As much babies as I want. Gonna keep you round and full of me. Mine. My wife, the mother of my children. » his thrusts got sloppy and his face contorted in a mask of need.

The pleasure built and built, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending you spiraling into an orgasm so intense it left you shaking, your body clinging to his as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. You screamed your release, arching your back and curling your toes.

Anakin followed you over the edge, his own release spilling deep into you as he groaned your name, his body tensing above you before he collapsed, pulling you into his arms as you both lay there, breathing hard, your bodies tangled together in the aftermath. 

The night was a blur of passion and desire, a heady mix of pleasure and sensation that left you breathless and yearning for more. Anakin moved with a confidence that only came from someone who knew exactly what he wanted, and he made sure you knew it too. He took his time with you, savoring every moment, every gasp and moan that fell from your lips. He pushed you to the edge again and again, his touch driving you wild, until you finally tumbled over, your body arching into his as you were consumed by the pleasure that only he could give you. You couldn’t count how much time he made you cum and came himself but you sure knew your belly wasn’t this bloated when you started.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound in the room the crackling of the fire and the soft rustle of the sheets as you settled into the warmth of each other’s embrace. Then he kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there as he murmured, "I knew you were somethin’ special, doll."

You smiled, a lazy, satisfied smile as you snuggled closer to him, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I guess I’ll have to find more reasons to get stranded in Texas," you teased, your voice soft and content, the Stetson since forgotten on the floor.

The End…

[nightmare-creatures-art]

[bird-prince-art]

Former ranch-hand Obi-Wan Kenobi turned cowboy who checks in on the late Qui-Gon Jinn’s son, Anakin. One visit leads to him discovering that the Skywalker Ranch has been burned down by the Tusken Raiders, leaving no survivors…

[myheadhurtscutely]

Cowboy!anakin

cowboy!anakin who would ride through town, even though he had a bounty on his head, just to see you.

cowboy!anakin who lurks around in alleyways, ready to fire if a man throws a whistle your way.

cowboy!anakin who finally is able to meet you outside of town, brings you a handpicked bouquet of flowers, and gruffly asks to see you again soon, every night, from here on out.

cowboy!anakin who meets you on the cliffsides at dawn and puts his black hat atop your beautiful head.

cowboy!anakin who begun to get paranoid of rivalries using you for bait, to the point where, as much as it pained him, he stopped coming around town.

cowboy!anakin who saw you on a wagon with another man, headed into the town over, just to shoot him from behind the bushes. He hates hearing your screams of terror, but it was necessary. He couldn't stay away for too long. You're his girl.

cowboy!anakin, who loves his girl more than gold, couldn't stay away from her, even though it would've been for the best.

cowboy!anakin who whisked his girl away from the crime scene with his bandana over his recognizable face. He thought it was cute how you attempted to preserve yourself by thrashing as he put you on his horse.

cowboy!anakin who reveals himself to you later in the woods and wipes your staining tears from your wet cheeks. "Aw c'mon now, you're messin' up your powder. It ain't time for that just yet."

cowboy!anakin who resumes his visits, regardless of the danger now.

cowboy!anakin who takes you out to the plains and lets you pick a horse for yourself.

cowboy!anakin who hides in the shadows of treetops in wait for you. His eyes go wide at the sudden stunnin sight of you in the bright moonlight. You're the most beautiful thing he knows he'll ever see.

cowboy!anakin who hands you a handpicked bouquet like he did some time ago, but this time, he hands a small golden ring along with it. He made it himself. Though no diamonds were in it, both your initials were carved in the inside of the band.

cowboy!anakin who asks you to come with him, wherever he roams, promising you safety and the life you deserve.

cowboy!anakin who plans y'alls getaway and exacts it a week later.

cowboy!anakin who just couldn't stop himself from marrying the sheriff's daughter.

cowboy!anakin who remains amused at the later stories about your disappearance, knowing damn well, you're at his tent with y'all's dog.

cowboy!anakin who gave you the world.

[coldbrewarts]

Ok I got inspired by @pinkiemme’s cowboy trooper stuff and made this. As you can tell I got a little lazy at some point lol.

(In order: Anakin, Padmé, Ahsoka, Rex, Echo and Fives, my self insert, Cheepio and Arftoo)

[kingdomvel]

Stereotypical farmer Anakin

(and a chicken)

for my Stardew Valley au

Anakin would be the worst at trying to get Obi-Wan's attention. He leaves products from his farm in front of his door that Obi-Wan finds and... okay, he is the town's doctor, it's not strange that people give him vegetables and fruits and eggs and the occasional chicken but normally people give it to him, or leave a note. The ones from Anakin just... appear there, and Obi-Wan is left to wonder who they are from. Anakin also makes an habit of arriving to the town early in the morning so he can refill Obi-Wan's milk bottles before the milkman arrives. But he just... never tells Obi-Wan, so at the end of the month, Obi-Wan goes to settle his milk tab and is confused when the total is very low and the milkman is like... idk what to tell you, most days you already have milk when I come.

Also, some different kind of farmer Anakin: rancher/cowboy Anakin

[yellowfyne]

Thought about Obikin as cowboys. Couldn’t stop thinking about Obikin as cowboys. Inevitable art of Obikin as cowboys.

[melinavostokoffkisser]

Rip Ahsoka tano you would have loved Daughter by Beyonce

[queenie-official]

‘Unspoken rule’

main masterlist

pairing: Cowboy!Anakin x reader

a/n: so you guys know how there’s the whole thing where if you take a cowboys hat off and put it on your own head you have to ride them 👀👀👀 y’all see where i’m going with this

just imagine:

standing in front of anakin as you look up at him through your lashes, biting your lip to hold back a smile.

he raises a brow giving you a look, daring you to do it. and of course you aren’t one to back down so you hold your breath and act before you can think better of it. reaching up and snatching his hat off his head then placing it on your own.

his eyes darken as he looks at you, god did that hat look good on you and he wanted to see how you looked in it with everything else off.

oh you’ve done it now…

[skyguydoodles]

【A】【n】【a】【k】【i】【n】 【s】【t】【u】【d】【y】

I love my murderous husband 🔪

[nowheregril]

Anakin as a cowboy is my most personal thought

I think about it so much.

[wildwestzine]

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[aces-to-apples]

Never Have I Ever: djarnakin :))))))))))))))

For this ask meme

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Haven't written it (:hmmeyes:) but i suppose what i'd do is steal sheevy's victory lap out from under him by having anakin get kix-ed: someone, either a not-in-the-loop seppie or just a nondescript republic enemy, gets the jump on anakin and carbonites him for transport. Somehow *handwaves* the transport gets lost or maybe the ones who have him store him away and then get murderized before doing anything with him. No one can find him and it becomes this great republic tragedy and actually very little changes beyond not having darth vader at his side; he still activates the chips and destroys the jedi order, the empire still rises.

(Even the twins still get split up and raised by the organas and larses because padmé twigs that sheev is, yaknow, evil and decides that it's too dangerous to raise the children of anakin skywalker when sheev definitely knows that her kids would be his. So instead she pretends she lost her one child in childbirth and instead smuggles them off naboo and to their chosen caretakers; she does in fact have a relationship with them over the years, she just can't publically raise them, especially as a key figure of the rebellion.)

The Hero With No Fear becomes a tragic figure to rally behind, something something a martyr for the republic possibly even removed by palpatine himself for how he'd no doubt oppose the creation of the empire. Cut to 30 years later and din djarin the mandalorian stumbles into wherever carbanakin ended up. Maybe grogu is the one who decarbs him? And of course it's not like djarin is gonna know who anakin is, on sight or in general.

Honestly anakin probably (metaphorically) swings first, because last he knew he was surrounded by enemies and honestly carbonite defrosting has gotta be hell on the system. So anakin comes out swinging and djarin's honestly pretty used to that. They duke it out for a minute until grogu gets distressed enough to separate them using the force, and then suddenly this random feral human throwing djarin around like a tin can and taking hits that would drop the average trandoshan constitution softens into a confused young man asking djarin's baby why he feels older, why the whole universe feels so dark and cold and empty. And like, djarin's not made of stone, clearly this guy is having a rough time and? He knows grogu somehow?? So they bring him back to their ship (rip razor crest i miss you buddy) and let him catch up on the whole damn galaxy and it's. Not pretty.

I don't think i'm a skilled enough writer to make a compelling narrative about, like, grieving the loss of literally everyone and everything you've known while also forging new connections to support you through the process but like. That's what would happen next lmao. And eventually they make out about it idk. Grogu deserves two dad(die)s.