#sub!anakin x reader

[luminoustarlight]

Practice | Anakin Skywalker

Playing with Anakin's hair leads to you practicing your dominant side.

rating: explicit | pairing: anakin skywalker x afab!reader | wc:  2.4k | read on ao3 warnings: fluff, SMUT [sub!ani, dom!reader (she's trying), blow jobs, ball sucking, ball/cock worship, p in v, creampie, inappropriate use of the force], ani comforting reader at the end <3

this is dedicated to my bestie who was talking about Anakin's fluffy hair and said "ugh make a fic where reader plays with his hair and it turns him on"

so... here you go :)

On any given night, when Anakin isn’t on a mission, it’s very likely he’s at your apartment. It’s too risky having you over at the Temple and his living quarters aren’t very spacious anyway. Anakin always says he feels most at home in your apartment. But it has nothing to do with where he’s at, it has everything to do with where you are. 

Now both relaxing on the couch after dinner, Anakin’s head is in your lap while you watch Pod Racing on the HoloTV. “D’you miss it?” 

“What?” Anakin mumbles. 

“Pod racing.” You begin combing your fingers through Anakin’s hair, getting any knots and tangles out of the waves. 

“Mmm,” he hums in contentment. “Sometimes. I don’t miss Tatooine…” 

“Or the sand,” you both say. 

Anakin smiles. “You know me so well.” 

“It’s not like you hide your hatred for sand, Ani.” You roll your eyes and tug at Anakin’s roots to tease him.

A visceral groan erupts from Anakin’s throat, which he quickly “covers up” with a cough. “Mhm, yeah, I know.” 

“You okay there, baby?” Your voice is as sweet as cinnamon— warm with a hint of spice. You know exactly how Anakin gets when you pull on his hair during sex. It drives him insane and normally drives his cock deeper and harder into your cunt. But you have other plans for him tonight.

Your nails dragging down his scalp are hypnotizing. Each time you reach the nape of his neck, you pull. It earns you a suppressed moan every time. Anakin is yanking at the material of his pants, already beginning to feel the uncomfortable tightness your touch always brings him. He thinks he’s being so discrete, pointing at the HoloTV, mumbling something about the race while adjusting his hard-on in his pants. 

“What’s the matter, honey? You getting hard just from me playing with your hair?” Your taunting voice doesn’t come out often but when it does, a different kind of desire stirs inside of Anakin. He welcomes your dominant side, even when he’s still working on being submissive. 

His dick is already throbbing so yes, he absolutely did get hard from you playing with his hair. “Ngh, yes.” 

With a fistful of his hair in your hand, you yank Anakin’s head so his eyes meet yours. He doesn’t quiet his moan this time. His receptiveness to your actions fills you with pride. You are the one he gives control to. You are the one who makes him vulnerable, needy, and eager for your touch. “Are you going to be a good boy tonight?” 

Anakin swallows. “Yes.” 

“Sit up,” you command. As Anakin lifts himself from your lap and his back is against the couch cushion, you get off the couch and settle between Anakin’s legs. “I might be on my knees for you but make no mistake, Anakin. I am in control tonight. No touching until I say it’s okay. Do you understand?” 

Maker. Anakin is burning for you. His cock jumps with anticipation, a wet stain of pre-cum seeping through not just his underwear, but his pants, too. With your tone and your commanding eyes, Anakin can’t help but fully submit. “Yes, I understand.” 

Oh, how his complacency makes your cunt ache. You rest your hands over Anakin’s strong thighs and he tenses under your touch. “Good,” you say, beginning a line of kisses on his leg. It’s a painfully slow path up to Anakin’s crotch. He’s sitting on his hands to keep from touching you, meager little whimpers falling from those pretty lips of his. When your mouth finally presses a firm kiss over his clothed length, Anakin can’t help but groan. 

“Please,” he begs. He wants to touch you, he wants your mouth, he wants anything more than just you kissing his cock with two layers of fabric between you. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to think through the pain in his groin. “Please, baby, please.” 

“Hmm?” you hum against him, sending a shrill of vibrations from Anakin’s cock down to his toes. You lay your head on his thigh, blinking up at him with fake oblivion. “Did you want something?” 

“You know I do,” Anakin answers frustratedly. Being a sub is hard for him sometimes. Okay, most of the time. But he tries for you and you appreciate it. He just needs to be put back in his place every now and again. 

You lift your head and frown, completely withdrawing your body from him as you stand. “Now, that’s no way to ask for something. I don’t think you deserve my mouth.” 

Anakin’s attitude immediately changes. He straightens his back before beginning his lament. “No, no, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, angel. Please put your mouth on my cock.” 

“How badly do you want it?” 

Anakin groans, pulling at his pants again. “So badly, baby. Maker, I need your mouth or your hand— please. I’ll be good.” 

“Take off your pants, Ani.” 

As soon as those words leave your mouth, Anakin is fumbling with his waistband and removing his pants with haste. He’s so eager and careless, it almost makes you laugh. This desperate man is a far cry from the commanding General of the 501st. If only those boys could see General Skywalker now. Completely helpless and begging for you to pleasure him. 

With his cock free from its confinement, a small wave of relief washes over Anakin. You appease him, placing your hands back on his thighs and dragging the flat of your tongue along the underside of his dick. Anakin immediately moans beneath you. Each kiss you place on his length leaves Anakin in shambles. He’s so bloody impatient. He hates when you tease him but he knows it’s just you giving him a taste of his own medicine. Because he is the master of teasing. 

Still only using your mouth, you swirl your tongue over his leaking tip, nose brushing against his happy trail. You flick your tongue over his slit, which always makes him go crazy. He reactively bucks his hips up but you remove your mouth. Pinching his thighs, you scold him. “None of that. Be patient, Ani.” 

“‘M sorry,” he mumbles, cheek tucking into his shoulder. “Jus’ feels so good.” 

“I know, Ani.” You grab the base of him now, taking a moment to marvel at how your fingers don’t wrap all the way around him. You stroke him thoughtfully and languidly, Anakin throws his head back over the constant pleasure you’re finally rewarding him. 

You tilt his cock to the side, nestling your nose between the space where firmness ends and softness begins. Anakin sucks in a breath. He always forgets how sensitive he is down there. With your hand still working up and down his cock, you draw your tongue over the top of his velvety sack. You’re helpless to your own infatuation with him. You can’t help but breathe deeply, storing the strong and comforting scent of his musk in your memory for the weeks when you’re apart. Encompassed with the urge to have even more of him, you open your mouth. The heavy weight of one of his balls rests on your tongue, earning you a lovely little “fuck,” from under Anakin’s breath. 

Your thumb swipes over the tip of his cock, spreading the never-ending ooze of pre-cum around and down his length. You hollow your cheeks before releasing him with a pop. You press an open-mouthed kiss to the other side because they both need an equal amount of attention. You flatten your tongue around the curve of him, molding your mouth to the shape of his balls. With his entire sack now in your mouth, Anakin is helpless and you, too, feel the need to be filled. He’s squirming and mumbling your praise. Thank you,  Maker, that feels so good, and fuck, sweetheart. 

You release his fruit from your mouth, only to continue kissing him. There’s no part of his balls that goes untouched. Your tugs on his cock become lazier and sloppier as you focus all of your attention on his sack. The softness of the papery skin, the salty, musky taste, the overwhelming weight of them on your tongue. Your unabashed appreciation for his nature stirs something primal in Anakin. 

“Hmph- fuck.” Anakin forgets your instructions and touches your hair, pushing it out of your face. He’s too drunk on your mouth and your hand to remember anything you said before worshiping his balls. “Angel, please, can I fuck you?” 

You look up at Anakin with foggy eyes, practically intoxicated with his scent. You remove your hand from his dick to take off your shirt and pants. “No, Ani. You don’t get to fuck me. But I will ride your cock. Off,” you gesture to his loose tunic. Anakin nods and removes the last of his clothing.

Once you’re standing bare in front of him, his length lurches toward you. His heart never ceases to race when he sees the entire beauty of your body displayed in front of him. You are pure art. 

You straddle his lap, resting your hands on his broad shoulders for support. His dick lays between your wet seam and you begin to grind. You brush Anakin’s hair out of his face, tucking the curls behind his ears. You lean down to give him a soft kiss. “You can touch me, Ani.” 

Like a shot, Anakin’s hands are around your waist, aiding in your movements over his cock. The friction against your clit sends you ablaze. Anakin drops his lips to your collarbone, leaving butterfly kisses until he reaches the center of your clavicle. He then kisses up your neck and over your jaw, crooning against you, heavy breaths tickling your skin. You slip your hand between the two of you to guide him into your cunt. As your warm walls envelop his tip, you hold there for one, two, three seconds before slowly sinking down on him. 

“Shit, baby-” 

You want to whimper at the stretch and sigh at the fullness so they come out as one pleading noise. Finally, Anakin thinks. Your demeanor has shifted. But then you’re rocking yourself on him, fingers twirling around the ends of his hair and there you go pulling again. Anakin groans your name, gripping your hips with a bruising strength. 

You tug his head to the side, his roots stinging with a little pain and a lot of pleasure. It’s your turn to kiss his neck, although you’re nowhere near as gentle. You capture his skin between your teeth and suck before soothing your tongue over the reddening skin. You raise your hips up so his length is nearly at your entrance and pause once again to admire your boy. His blue eyes are dark in the dim light, his golden tan skin is flush with sweat, and you could just melt because he’s so damn pretty. 

You sit back down on his cock with a loud slap when your thighs hit each other. “Yes, Ani! Ngh, your cock feels so good. Y’make me feel so good, baby.” Anakin helps guide you up and down, taking the pressure off of you to continue at such a pace. You drop your head down to his shoulder and he can tell you’re getting tired. He wraps his arms around you and flips you down onto the couch. He wastes no time taking advantage of your pliant body, pushing your legs apart with both hands while he thrusts into you. The burn of your muscles being stretched is overpowered by the invisible touch on your clit. 

Your head rolls along the cushion and a weak whimper falls from your lips. “Gods, Anakin. You know I- fuck-” the Force pressure on your bundle of nerves coupled with Anakin’s hard thrusts makes every thought you have scramble together. “S’unfair… when you—” your orgasm is nearing its ascent. Anakin is no longer holding your legs down and instead cages your head between his arms. He nuzzles his nose against yours, kissing your cheek and the corner of your mouth. 

“I know,” Anakin smirks. “You hate it when I use the Force on you to make you feel good. But I know you’re about to cum. Your cunt’s squeezing my cock like crazy, baby. Are you gonna cum for me?” 

“Fuck,” you whimper. How did the tables turn so quickly? Were you not the one who was in control? How did you lose your air of dominance in one fell swoop? You’re disappointed in yourself but it doesn’t matter. Not when your orgasm ripples through you and your back arches off of the couch. Not when Anakin continues to roll his hips into you, working you through your orgasm with his flesh hand now on your clit, easily ripping another one from you before you even have a chance to come down from the first. The pleasure meshes together into one dizzying spell, leaving you to chant Anakin’s name over and over. 

“Music to my ears, baby,” Anakin groans, spurts of his warm seed spilling inside of you. He kisses you tenderly while stroking the bottom half of his cock to release his cum. When he draws himself from you, he pushes whatever is leaking out, back inside of you. “Stay.” 

What remains on his fingers is taken into your mouth. You wrap your hand around his wrist and moan around him, savoring the salty and tanginess of his seed. Your eyes look strikingly innocent for someone who is sucking cum off of his fingers. Maker, he’s going to get worked up again. “That’s enough.” Anakin removes his fingers from you. You know he’s going to retrieve a warm cloth to clean you up, but you catch his hand.

“Ani?” 

“Yes, sweetheart?” He sees the disappointment across your face and sits down. He grabs the woven blanket on the back of the couch and lays it over you. 

“Why…” you pause. Ugh, you hate this. “Why can I never stay dominant the whole time?” 

Anakin rubs his thumb over your knee and sighs. He hates seeing you upset with yourself. You did nothing wrong. You might think you failed, but everything takes practice. “I think you can, baby. But many different things go into this. Not just the mentality, but the stamina. You get tired easier. I can’t blame you, though. Riding this dick can’t be easy.” 

That makes you crack a smile. “Shut up,” you kick him playfully. “I’m being serious.”

“I know,” Anakin raises his hands in defense. “We just have to practice, sweetheart. That’s all. But honestly, baby? I just think you like to be taken care of more. And that’s okay.” 

“Are you sure? You don’t want me to… be different?” 

Anakin almost seems insulted with that question. He leans down to give you a reassuring kiss. “Never. I love you just the way you are.”

i hope you enjoyed the ending and weren't disappointed by it. i promise i'll try to write a totally dom!reader and sub!ani fic. emphasis on try.

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[deceasedshadow]

Bro, you know what I absolutely hate?

When I look up sub!character x dom!reader and all I get is subby, pathetic, whiny, Ms. Stutters a lot. I'm losing my mind-

I LITERALLY DONT EVEN HAVE MOTIVATION TO READ ANYMORE-

*So sorry, snookums. I realized how mean that sounds*

[iburnedmyselfalive]

18+ -- saw someone do somethin' like this please lmk so I can give credits <3

Anakin Skywalker who fucks you cruelly, pounding your tight hole with no mercy whatsoever, with his firm grip on your hair, your body arches in perfect alignment for him, cries of pleasure escaping your lips exclusively for him, and him alone.

"yeah? you fuckin' like this huh?" he hisses into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, and in mere moments, you nod eagerly, tears glistening in your eyes.

"mmph, so good ani!," you whimper, lost in the intoxicating bliss of his touch.

His lips, warm and eager, pepper kisses all along your neck, while his hand boldly grasps at your ass, fingers kneading the flesh with firmness, relishing in its ample curves.

Anakin Skywalker, the epitome of pleasure, satisfies you so profoundly that each withdrawal elicits a fervent whimper from your lips. Fortunately, he shows no inclination to leave your embrace anytime soon, keeping you blissfully consumed by his huge cock, touchin' at your good spot just perfectly.

"you're so unbelievably tight for me, doll," he coos, his words dripping with praise as he drives deeper into you, his pace quickening. Your hands clutch at the bedsheets, your back arching even more as his sweet words fuel your desire.

"oh my fuck," you whimpered, your eyes closing tightly as sensations threatened to overwhelm you.

"that's all you've got to say?" he taunts, his hand delivering a sharp smack to your ass before he grips your neck, his lips hovering just above your ear.

He's talking to you as if you could speak full on sentences with the way he was fucking you, with the way he fucks you, he's too good.

"tell me, baby, does this feel good?" he teases, a devilish glint in his eyes as he mocks your pleasure, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. All you can manage is a nod and a moan, which only fuels Anakin's desire to dominate you further.

"come on, use that pretty mouth, tell me," he demands, his voice laced with cruelty.

Anakin Skywalker who relentlessly pushes you to the brink until all you can muster are fragmented gasps of pleasure. With each assertive thrust, he claims you anew, pulling back only to tease before delving back in, melding your pussy while his cock is covered in your cum, not daring to put any of it to waste.

His lips find yours, a fleeting taste of heaven before his sultry voice commands your surrender, his awfully filthy words only leading you to make a mess all over him, again.

[demieyesore]

Absolutely terrified of posting this…but here are some 18+ Twitter links that I feel like match Anakin Skywalker (tbh some of these I feel like could also match Sam Monroe)

Giving Ani head in a speeder

Ani holding you in the air while he fucks you

Jacking off Sub!Ani

Sub!Ani + anal (m receiving)

Anakin eating you out

Vibrator on Sub!Ani

Anakin fucking you on the couch

Anakin fucking his cum back into you

Ani fingering you

Anakin fingering you + cunt slaps

Ani fucking you from behind (this one triggers my size kink)

Ani eating you out while holding your hand

Squirting on Ani

Anakin fucking you from behind

Ani and his breeding kink, stuffing his cum back inside you

This one isn’t even a video…just…size kink

Anakin eating you out like his life DEPENDS on it

Anakin moaning about cumming inside you

Jerking off Sub!Ani

Sub!Ani fucked with dildo

Fingering Sub!Ani

Ani and his slapping / spanking kink

Anakin gently fucking you as you get used to his size

Giving Anakin head

Ani lifting you in the air while he gives you head

I’m way too ashamed of this to add my tag list ❤️

[andvenuscried]

nerdy!anakin skywalker who’s secretly a freak

requested by poll!

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

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

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

the popular kind, the pretty kind.

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

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

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

“another D?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you laugh.

“your place, tomorrow afternoon.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“n-need you to go faster…”

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

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

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

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

your eyes widen. “b-but—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

author’s note;

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

[zapernz]

was thinking about sleeping with sam in his bed with ur back turned to him on ur side

sam wakes u up in the middle of the night with smth like ”im so horny help me plss” and u say that u are too tired so he starts to fuck ur thighs…

and u would thumb his dick lightly when it goes through ur thighs…

sam would whimper and moan right next to ur ear ab how hes gonna cum :)

nsfw; thigh fucking

use of; “baby”

his breath on your neck wakes you up as you groan and turn your head to look at him “what sam? i wanna sleep” you complain groggily. he nuzzles his head into your neck peppering kisses there, “baby please-need you” he borderline whines.

you sigh, “no sam use something else, your hand is fine”

“it doesn’t feel like you do..” he complains, “can i use your thighs please, please can i?” he says with another kiss to your neck.

“fine” you say and roll back over. you hear the noise of him pushing down his pants and boxers, and feel him positioning your thighs in the right way, before slowly pushing his dick in-between the plush of your thighs. he hugs you from behind and shoves his face in your neck, “fuck ohmy” he says shakily, your thighs feel so good, he’s trying to not blow his load right then are there, but fuck its hard.

you drop your head to see his dick poking through your thighs, slowly you reach your hand downward, and softly stroke the tip with your thumb, he shudders, “oh fuck- fuck” he bites your shoulder to shut himself up and stabilise himself.

he slowly starts thrusting, moaning into your neck, and whining when the tip collides with the soft pad of your thumb.

“please- please keep doing that” he stutters out, you nod. his thrusts become more sloppy and erratic along with the blissful sounds he’s letting out, you know he’s close.

“fuck- baby please im- im gonna cum- please” he whines, as he shoves his head further into your neck and is holding onto you for dear life, like you would disappear if he let go. “you can do it baby” you grunt out.

the moment he got your ‘permission’ he lets go, the coil snaps, and he’s cumming on your thighs and hand.

“feel better?” you ask.

“mhm” he grumbled.

[ysrjune]

nerd!anakin hcs 🫦

includes; cutie hcs + smut 😔

first for the softie cutie stuff bc nerdy ani is so sweet OMG guys 😆

🩷: he loves to get you gifts like flowers or small trinkets he finds at thrift shops or antique shops. sweet boy really spoils you as much as he can whether its with his gifts or affection.

🩷: if you ask him to match pj's, HE WILL. no hesitation. a big part of the reasons he actually likes matching with you is because the pjs you pick out are really comfortable.

🩷: this is probably so obvious but TUTORING! he loves heing your tutor. he also makes sure that hes your only tutor. Ani gets real jealous when other people help you out.. “I wanted to be the one spending extra time with you..” he'd mumble out to you while he played with your fingertips.

🩷: he listens to any music you like. he tries to like your music, and he likes most of it! but sometimes he'll make weird faces at you when there's praticular lyrics in songs (maybe talking about sex and drugs)

okay dirty smutty naughty naughty time 😆🎀

💓: the first time you sucked his dick, he was so overstimulated. poor baby couldn't even handle just his tip in your mouth. “slow, baby, please.. can’t handle it all at once.” he gently demanded while stroking your hair.

💓: he will NEVER EVER skip foreplay. he wants you to get excited and wet for him before sticking his dick into you.

💓: probably about 6 inches, neatly trimmed for mostly himself, but also you. hes seen a bunch of porn videos where guys let their pubic hair run wild and he just didnt think it was a good look. a bunch of videos where girls would be goving blow jobs and their noses were buried in that tangly, disgusting hair. hes always been clean down there, but made sure to be extra with it when you first started being intimate. he didnt want his girl to be disturbed by a bunch of pubes.

💓: bye hes such a sub el oh el. MAYBE a switch after he got used to the whole sex thing. he'll never be mean to you, though. he could never be rude to his special girl, especially if it's during such an intimate moment like that.

💓: he love love loves to use his tongue. at first, eating pussy wasnt really easy for him since he didn't really know what to do (even though hes watched porn where girls receive head.) hes sloppy and messy at first but you dont say anything cause it actually felt good, but once he got the hang of it OHHHMMYYY you'll never get enough of it.

💓: those slender fingers of his.. lets just say he already had that covered for when he first fingered you. he plays games and types real fast.. so!

💓: MASTURBATINGGNGNGNN over the phone to your voice because he misses you so much when you went to go visit your parents and you left him all alone at the dorms :(

erm okok i think thats it 4 now LMK IF WE WANT MORE 💋💋

[adorbzliz]

perfect little husband

CW Sub!Anakin x Reader

(Dom!ani at the very end)

⚠️warnings: pxrn with no plot, fluff at first then full on smut, degrading (both, mainly m receiving) and praise (both receiving), choking, teasing, humiliation, heavy overstimulation, breeding kink implied, handjob, p in v, brief blowjob, overuse of “baby” and “good boy”, use of Y/n. This is INTENSE (in my opinion) smut, PLEASE be warned!

A/n: i know most of you are waiting for a “family beach trip” pt 2 but i don’t have much inspo anymore (i will still post it soon i swear, it just might be slow due to lack of motivation!!) so I’m feeding you with this as i was thinking about it in the middle of class and there needs to be more subby Anakin content 🙏🙏😓 not proofread!!!

you’re taking care of your husband after he was shot in the stomach with a blaster, when things quickly start to get steamy.

"Hmph..." Anakin let out a small huff of air as Y/n tended to his wound, it was a small graze he got from some of the blaster fire. Nothing serious in his opinion.

"Stop looking at me like that." He mumbled under his breath, keeping it just loud enough for her to hear.

By now she would have scolded him for being reckless but instead she was just giving him the silent treatment—the silence was eerie to him. "I made it home alright, didn't I?"

Despite his obvious desperate words, she just rolled her eyes, continuing to roughly tend to his wound in frustration. she knew he hated silent treatment, but she didn’t care.

”You know you don't have to be this mad at me." He started. The silence still made his skin crawl. "It was just a graze." Anakin pouted, leaning into her touch slightly.

”Anakin there’s a fucking hole in your stomach!” she finally snaps, looking up at him with frustration.

”It's just a flesh wound!" Anakin tried to laugh it off, but the pain caused him to practically choke on his own words, coughing up a storm rather than chuckling.

”Fine... maybe it's not a graze." He muttered softly, still leaning into her touch.

”just.. lay down.” she sighed, placing her hands on his chest before pushing him back gently onto their bed. “if you’re going to heal you need to rest.”

He grunted slightly when she pushed him, but laid down on the bed as she had told him to. "Fine..." Anakin replied, quickly realizing how ‘stupid’ he sounded. He felt very insecure when his partner was being stern.

”You aren't actually upset about this are you?" Anakin asked, looking up at her with his puppy-dog eyes.

”i am, but i can’t stay mad at you when you look at me like that.” she sighs, putting away her first aid kit in a nearby cabinet.

Anakin smiled at the success. "You know I can’t help it, you're too pretty to stay mad at me for too long." He pouted softly before reaching out for her.

She walked over to him, placing his outstretched hands in hers before squeezing lightly. “yes, dear?” she tilted her head to the side, staring down at him with a light smile.

Anakin smiled at the term of endearment. He knew it wasn’t meant to be sarcastic when she used it. It was just her way. “I love it when you call me that.” He sighed contently, his eyes fluttering slightly. “Can you promise me something?”

“anything,” she nodded, one of her hands still entangled with his while the other gently brushed his wavy hair out of his face.

”That you'll never leave me?" Anakin whispered softly. He was asking something serious this time. His tone didn’t betray any emotions, and his eyes were straight ahead — the seriousness of this conversation was more difficult than any combat situation he had ever been in.

”never.” She smiled, leaning down to give him a loving and gentle kiss on his forehead.

Anakin sighed contently as she kissed him, the affection that he had missed so much was all there. “I love you.” He told her softly. An obvious statement, but one he wanted to make sure was clearly communicated constantly.

“i love you too ani.” she muttered against his skin, leaning back slightly with a content smile as she soaked up the comfortable silence.

“...will you ever grow to hate me?” He asked, breaking the peaceful quiet as he wanted everything he feared to be reassured.

It was evident that his dear wife’s reaction to the wound and or the close brush with death had gotten to him quite a bit.

“no. even if you betrayed me in the most vile ways possible, i could never hate you.” she told him, her words genuine.

Anakin breathed a sigh of relief. The confirmation felt much better than any physical relief, and his eyes fluttered lightly. He felt content in her embrace, knowing that her love wouldn’t falter.

“Even if I… did something really bad? Really bad, like… terrible?”

“you’re starting to scare me Anakin,” she chuckled in a amusement, her smile fading when his serious expression remained on his face. “..yes.” she nodded her head.

Anakin breathed out an audible sigh, one that would’ve turned into a sob had she not been there to comfort him. It was almost as if he could finally relax after hearing those words, as if some burden has been lifted from his shoulders. He tried not to cry as tears began to run down his cheeks. He was almost embarrassed by how pathetic he felt. He looked down and sniffled as he tried to regain his composure.

She wipes his tears, placing kisses on his face comfortingly. “why are you crying baby?”

Anakin sniffles softly in response, wiping away his tears as he smiled lightly. “I’m such a wreck.” He admitted. For a man who was a Jedi warrior that led a battalion of troops, he felt utterly and pathetically vulnerable in this moment. But he knew that he was safe in his wife’s arms. He couldn’t help but feel loved and protected.

In the midst of his thoughts she suddenly slaps his arm, her expression scolding. “don’t talk about yourself like that.” Anakin chuckled as she slapped him lightly. He felt a strange mixture of humbleness and affection at her actions.

“What? You don’t like sensitive men?” He asked, looking up at her with a sarcastic grin.

“no, i do. i love that you can show me your emotions, but i don’t like when you talk down on my husband.” she lectured.

Anakin laughed at the term she used, but he was too content and relieved to argue with her over small semantics. "You're right, you're right," he agreed. The way she said 'my' husband just made him melt inside.

“You know," Anakin started. "I never really thought I would marry. I was always told that it was the Jedi way not to." He let out a small sigh, reminiscing the strict values of the Jedi.

“and i never thought id have a husband,” she sighed. “but here i am, with the best husband i could ever ask for.”

Anakin smiled at her compliment, reaching out to touch her face. He was glad that she gave him a chance, as in her youth she had rejected practically any man who approached her.

“What made you see light in me?" He asked, not expecting such a serious conversation. Despite his attempts at humor it was clear he genuinely wanted to know the answer to the question.

“other men only spoke to me for my body or appearance and looked down on me, but you were so genuine. you always believed in me and your compliments were from the heart, not from.. anywhere else.” she joked, looking between his legs with a chuckle.

Anakin blushed slightly, trying to suppress a smile at the joke she made. He had always loved how candid she was about those sorts of things.

“Of course, every compliment I make is from the heart!" He protested. "I wouldn't want you getting the wrong idea." He joked.

“though, i did catch you slipping up when we first met.” She grinned.

“like when you were protecting me on that mission as a padawan with obi wan, i saw your eyes lingering on me a bit too long. plus you’d get all hot and red and have to excuse yourself from the room.” she laughed, remembering when they were both immature teens.

Anakin blushed profusely, his cheeks turning completely red. Her memory was sharper than he expected it to be.

“I was... a teenage boy... I... was having those thoughts..." he stuttered out. The idea of being attracted to her in that way was something he was already ashamed of admitting-despite them literally being married and having sex almost every night—and she seemed to have noticed.

He looked away from her as he continued to become increasingly flustered from shame.

“well i liked you too, y’know? way before we met again. i thought you were really cute, and charming too. but i kinda thought you hated me because you would always avoid me when in reality you were just too shy to talk to me.” she chuckled, her hands still tracing his face calmly.

Anakin let out a soft groan as your hands traced his cheek, the sensation feeling way too good to be innocent.

“You liked me?" He asked, sounding surprised. He had always avoided her as a teenager due to his own insecurities. He was too shy to approach her. But that wasn’t the only reason, she always seemed to be uninterested in any man that came her way—even the richest most powerful senators in the galaxy. He felt like he just didn’t fit the bill for her.

“a lot. i don’t think a single day went by when i didn’t think of you, even when we had no contact.” Anakin’s face was a complete shade of red at this point. He was taken aback by her revelation.

“You really… thought of me that much?” He asked, feeling overwhelmed at the idea.

“yup. but i never made a move because i thought you were too good for me.” she admits, her fingers now trialing up and down his biceps.

Anakin laughed softly, taking her hands in his own. "Too good for you?" He was starting to chuckle softly as he kept his eyes focused on hers.

“Dear... there is no one in this world... in this galaxy that is too good for you." he reassured her, his eyes full of admiration.

a smile spread on her lips, her cheeks going a bit pink. despite being married for two years now, she still got flustered by her husbands words.

Anakin smirked at her blush. It was almost too good to be true having a partner that he could still make blush after the years. His smirk turned into a full blown smile, and he gently began kissing her cheeks.

She giggled, her hands laying on his chest. “A-ani stop.!” she smiled, her words playful as childlike giggles escaped her lips.

"Stop what?" Anakin teased playfully, leaning his body towards hers slightly. He continued to kiss her everywhere, making his way towards her ear.

He would occasionally glance at her, teasing her in that same playful tone. The way she laughed and the way her cheeks turned red was something that made him feel so at ease.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a loving passionate kiss. And, of course, Anakin was far too willing to go along with her advances.

He had been more than eager to kiss her from the start. The fact that she was the first one to lean in just made it all the more addicting.

He pulled her closer to him as the kiss increased in intensity. She was always the most loving and passionate person he had ever known. Anakin loved that about how she approached physical intimacy.

Her teeth grazed over his bottom lip as she climbed into bed with him, her hands tracing his chest calmly. She felt his breathing slowly start to increase as she traced her hands along his toned chest rhythmically. Her touch was calming.

His hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her towards him as he continued the kissing spree. It was almost as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

She pulled away from his lips, placing delicate kisses on his neck, jaw, and collarbone. “i love you, Anakin.”

Anakin gasped softly and moaned as she continued her tender kisses. His eyes were screwed closed and his breathing was heavy, her touch had the same effect on him that it had on the day they had met. It was calming, and arousing all at once.

“I love you too,” Anakin groaned softly, wrapping his arms tightly around her as his hips slightly buckled, rutting onto her leg.

She bit her lip at the sight, noticing the large tent in his pants before turning her attention back to him.

“be careful baby,” She hushed, leaning back a bit while glancing down at his not completely healed wound. “i wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

"Don't worry, dear," Anakin muttered softly. "It's almost completely healed by now." Even if it wasn't, he wouldn't care. This was far too important of a moment to think too much about a mere wound.

Anakin gently pulled her back in for another kiss, far more passionate than the last. There was nothing he wanted more in the moment than to be with her.

“whatever you say sweetheart,” she grinned, her lips finding his collarbone. He moaned softly at the feel of her lips on his collarbone, shivering slightly as they kept finding their way back there.

She never failed to arouse him with her touch. Her kisses had a way about them as if he was under a spell. Everything she did had him completely and utterly hooked.

her hands slid down his body, meeting his hands with a gentle squeeze as she held them lovingly in hers. her lips continued to graze his neck and collar bone as she hummed in satisfaction.

Her hands squeezing his made his heart start to race even faster than it already was. She always had this incredible effect on him, even with the smallest things such as holding his hands.

His breathing would steadily start to increase again as he was able to feel her soft lips caressing his collar bone so lovingly. He couldn't help letting out soft moans as it felt so good.

“you know i love you, right baby?” she smiles against his neck, knowing he loves the validation and reminder-her voice and touch smooth and gentle.

He had to stifle a loud moan from the feeling of her lips on his neck plus the loving words spilling from her lips, vibrating against his skin.

“Mhm…” he moaned softly. “I know, you tell me all the time. I love you too, dear.”

“do you now?” she raised an eyebrow with a grin, her fingers lightly tracing the veins up his arm until they land on his shoulders. she gives them a brief squeeze, easing the tension for a moment before her lips lazily graze over his.

Her fingers tracing up his arm and on his shoulders made me tingle all over. He hadn't even realized just how tense every fiber of his being had been until she eased that tension. The light squeeze of his shoulder also felt oddly comforting.

He groaned softly when she began trailing kisses across his neck again. Her lips were so soft, so gentle, he could just sit there and let her kiss his neck for eternity.

“you’re so cute Ani..” she coo’s in adoration, her lips placing open mouthed kisses on his jaw and upper neck.

He continued to feel his stomach flutter at the touch of her open mouth kisses on his skin, he was feeling incredibly aroused from her soft-touched caresses. His breathing and heart rate only continued to speed up, which resulted in me feeling an intense sensation of pleasure.

He needed some kind of friction to stimulate what he wanted her to touch the most, practically humping her leg like a dog in heat.

“I just love you so much,” He muttered, moans escaping his round lips, “I don’t think I can ever love anything as much as I do you, dear.”

“my sweet boy..” she smiles, her voice still maintaining the sweet tone. “you treat me too well baby. i want to make you feel so good, can i do that?”

The feeling of her calling him ‘my sweet boy’ made him feel his face go hot from the soft and intimate expression. He had to pause for a second to prevent himself from letting out a loud moan of pure ecstasy.

“Please do darling, I want to feel really good right now…” He responded softly. she grinned, nipping at the skin on his neck teasingly. “what do you want sweetheart?” she mutters against his neck, placing hot kisses and hickeys on it.

“I think you know what I want now…” he shuttered, “Just the thought of what you’re going to do is sending my body into a euphoric state.”

His body felt as if he was being swept away by her soft hands and lips. It was almost like he had fallen under some sort of spell and was being controlled by every subtle movement she made with her body.

Her light hickies on his neck made him shiver, his body trembling in excitement at the thought of what was going to come next.

“i want to treat you.” she sighed against his skin.“make you feel how you’ve made me feel every second of our marriage.” she hums, her lips trailing up to his before pulling him into a deep and hungry kiss. “my perfect little husband,” she cooes sweetly, her works full of admiration and love.

She pulled him in for a deep and passionate kiss, and his mind instantly shut off. It was as if he didn't have anymore thoughts in his head, he couldn't focus on anything more than the feeling of her lips pressing onto his. That hot and steamy kiss had him feeling like he was about to cum from the intense heat of passion alone.

Once the kiss ended, he opened his eyes again and looked at his wife with a look of total adoration. "My beautiful wife… My everything..."

“oh stop..” she giggled softly, her smile bright as she stared up at him. "No, I won't stop," he replied playfully, his smile bright and his eyes locked on her. "To me, you are perfection... Everything about you is just perfect."

He bent down and gently caressed the side of her face in his palm, his words of admiration and love still flowing from his mouth. "The color of your eyes... The way you smile... Your soft touch... It all makes you absolutely gorgeous."

“i could say the same about you dear,” she smiles, nuzzling into his warm touch. “i knew you’d be mine the second i saw you. you’re perfect.”

"I..." He mumbled, feeling his face become flushed as she complimented him. She was too kind to him, and that was another thing he loved about her.

“You've always accepted me, for who I am and what I do. I haven’t felt that level of approval and acceptance most other places, but you give me this sense of comfort and reassurance." He nuzzled her neck with his nose, wanting to give her a small taste of what she gave to him.

“why wouldn’t i? if i could, i would give you the world. I’m lovesick, crazy even. you’re everything in my eyes.” she whispers to him in a almost poetic manner, her words making him feel something he never thought he would.

He was still amazed to this day that he was loved and admired so much. he was always a lover boy, spilling his heart out to women—cough cough Padmé— when they would never feel the same. But Y/n, Y/n was the same way. they both loved unconditionally, and when they did, they loved hard. like nothing else in the world mattered.

He couldn't think of anything more poetic than the words that she used to express her love for him. They made him feel things he was never able to feel for other people. She made him feel secure like he had never been before, and her words made him feel complete.

He placed his hands behind her head and pulled her into his chest, making their bodies touch more. It felt so warm and comforting for him to hold her like this. “I still can’t believe that someone as beautiful as you could love me back the same way I love you.”

“and i can’t believe someone as perfect as you even looked my way.” she giggled gently, her hands exposing his body teasingly.

He felt his entire body shiver as her hands traced his body and exposed it to her. Her fingers moved with grace and care as he felt a light and warm tinge of pleasure that rose up in my body.

It felt like he was about to explode into a million pieces at the way in which she touched him. "Please, don't stop," He groaned passionately, "Do whatever you want to me, I'm completely lost in this moment."

(this is where it gets spicy spicy y’all 😛🌶️😏)

“aww my poor baby,” she frowned up at him teasingly, her big e/c eyes gazing into his. “you’re so sensitive and desperate for me to touch you huh?” she nodded, her hands sliding up and down his body.

He groaned softly again as her touch sent a chill down his spine. He felt as though he couldn't stop himself from saying all the things that he felt about her. She was the only one he had ever been this intimate with, and it felt so good to be this honest with how he felt.

"Yes... I’m so terribly sensitive and desperate for you," he admits meekly, "But you love that, don’t you… You like when you have complete control over me, don’t you…”

“you know i do pretty boy.” she patted his cheek with a small grin, her hand grazing over his clothed hard on.

That one touch made his entire body shiver, the touch of her hand grazing over his sensitive area was enough to make him moan like crazy. The way that she teased him was the thing that drove him most crazy about her, and the way she used it to make him desperate for her was like being wrapped around her finger.

"Please… I need it… I need you right now," Anakin shuddered, "I ne-need you." He groaned, throwing his head back as his hips began rutting into her palm.

“and you’ll get me baby, just be patient. you can do that for me right?” she spoke to him in a dumbed down way, knowing it made him feel more submissive while making her feel more in control. she gave his cock a sudden squeeze, her hands lingering on the waistband of his loose pants before tugging them and his boxers down.

His angry red cock sprung out, pre cum dripping down in large amounts as the veins were prominent. It slapped against his stomach, 7-9 inches long while also being very girthy. Despite them having done this multiple times over the course of 4 years, she would always be shocked on how pretty and big his dick was.

The moment he felt the cold air hit his sensitive member he shuddered with pleasure. She made it hard for him to stay patient with her teasing, it made him feel more submissive with every passing second.

He groaned softly and looked back up her, his body shivering in anticipation of her touch. "Yes dear... I can be a good boy for you..."

“oh you’re so perfect, Ani.” she groaned, her finger tracing up and down his cock while she stared up at him. “tell me how much you love it ok sweetheart?”

A loud moan escaped his lips as her hand began to tease him so agonizingly slow. His entire body shuddered with pleasure from every touch, it was something that he could never ever go without again.

He could feel my heart pound within the depths of his chest, and as she continued her teasing, his breaths got more and more shallow. “I love it... I love it so much... It makes me feel so good... Makes me feel s-so mmhm.... So close to you... Oh baby p-please.. I can't..." he blabbered, mind clouded by pleasure as she began stroking him at an easy pace.

“yes you can baby,” she hummed. “you’re my good boy remember? just keep it up for a little longer yeah?” she told him breathlessly, looking up at him with eyes full of lust as her hand sped up.

"Y-yes baby... I-I'm your good boy... I'll keep going.. I-I will keep being a good boy for you..." He gasped in short breaths, his thoughts all scrambled from the pleasure she was giving him. Every moment he was feeling hotter and hotter, he couldn't take her teasing for much longer.

“oh f-fuck..” she moaned softly, biting down on her lip. “you’re so pretty for me Ani. so pretty.” she coo’s, her hand wrapped around his throbbing member as she stroked him quickly, running her thumb over the tip occasionally.

"I-I can't stand the way your hands feel..." he shuttered, pornographic moans slipping from his pretty lips.

That one moment where she bit down on her lip was enough to push him over the edge, causing his body to shiver and his cock to pulse in her hand. "Y-yes I'm you're pretty boy... You're t-too perfect... A-and you h-hurt s-so good..." he groaned in pure ecstasy.

With little to no warning she slid off her shorts before turning him over, sinking onto his dick with a groan, throwing her head back slightly. it slid in easily, her wet and warm walls sucking him in greedily.

“s-shit Anakin..” she shivered, her pace still quick. “do i feel good baby? h-hmm?” she grinned with lust, small moans escaping her lips.

He felt himself moan loudly as the heat in his body escalated rapidly. He was getting to the point where he was about to explode with sheer pleasure, the way that she was able to make him feel this way was like an addiction. Her touch made him feel so helpless and vulnerable.

And the way she looked at him while she was this intimate with him made him feel something he never felt before with anyone else. "You feel amazing baby... Just like Heaven..."

“ooh how sweet..” she hums, one hand on his chest while the other traces his jaw and caresses his cheek. “you’re so good to me Ani.. too good..” she smiles, beginning to slowly ride him.

The moment that he felt her hand caress his cheek was the moment that he felt his entire body heat up even more than before. It was such a soft touch that sent waves of pleasure through his body, and it only added to the sensation of pleasure which she was creating in a different way.

His breath was shallow and his moans were getting louder. There was a small bead of sweat on his forehead, and his body was becoming more and more vulnerable to her. "Oh darling... Please... I'll do anything for you... Your touch is divine..."

“just being in your presence is divine, it’s the least i could do.” she coo’s, kissing all over his face in appreciation. her speed switches between agonizingly slow to painfully quick, bouncing up and down on him.

Her kisses scattered across his face was enough to make him smile and laugh from pleasure. Her speed was almost too much for him to handle, and she knew this. Every moment she teased him was an opportunity to make him beg for relief, which he always did.

He moaned softly once more, the feeling of her wrapped around him becoming unbearable. "Please... Please darling... I need... I-I'm...I-It's too much..."

“you can take it baby, i know you can. you can do it f’me can’t you pretty boy?” she encourages him, her breath heavy as she down at him with lustful e/c eyes.

"I'd do anything for you baby... I'll keep going... Just please... Please don't go any faster... I'm so close..." If there was a moment that the word begging was appropriate, it was now. He was starting to lose his voice from all the screaming begging and moaning, his body shaking with pure pleasure and desire to be released from this teasing.

“what was that? did you say go faster?” she grinned, her words teasing as she began to ride him the quickest she had been so far, the only sounds were their heavy moans of pleasure and the sound of their skin slapping against one another.

she buried her face in the crook of his neck, peppering kisses and bites along it. Those extra kisses and bits of teasing she added to the mix along with her bouncing on his cock at such a quick pace was all it took to make him lose control of how much pleasure he could handle

“Oh darling... I... Please... S-stop... F-faster... Yes... O-Oh..." He groaned loudly, his breath shallow and his voice begging for relief.

she aggressively slapped her hand over his mouth, gripping it harshly as she glared down into his eyes. “do you want everyone in the temple to find out how much of a slut their precious little chosen one is? huh?” she spat, speeding up.

The moment that she slapped her hand over his mouth, his breathing slowed dramatically. He was surprised by her sudden action, but it was a welcomed surprise. He was starting to get more and more comfortable with her dominant nature, and the way that she took control over him was something he wanted more of.

"I'm... I'm so... close to... Hnghhh..." He groaned, his body shaking hard from the pleasure. Her words filled him with more excitement, and he was begging for release.

“you’re pathetic. dirty. imagine if the council saw you like this, begging to a mere unarmed woman as one of the most powerful men in the galaxy.” she growled, her other hand wrapping around his neck firmly. “but you’d like that too much hm? the shame, everyone knowing you belong to me. how weak you are under my touch.” she grinned almost evilly, her speed still rapid.

The moment she wrapped her other hand around his neck, the way he responded would have made him shocked if he was a third party viewer. But even as the one being put into such a position, his response was as submissive as possible. Her words filled him with so much shame, and he was begging for more.

“Oh my... Y-yes darling... Y-You've truly... s-subjugated me... M-Make me s-shake from your touch... I want you to own me... I-I'm yours... I beg of you.!.." he practically yelled out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he weakly bucked his hips up into her.

She sped up, her hand tightening around his neck as she braced herself, moans and groans escaping her lips as she sunk down onto him as deep as possible, stretching her in the most delightful way.

By the time she sped up, he could feel himself about to explode into pleasure. Her words, her touch, it was all so perfect. Every bit of resistance he could have possibly put up was gone, and his body was left totally vulnerable to her.

A moan that was just close to a scream of pure pleasure escaped Anakin’s lips as he pushed himself deeper inside, her breath escaping her enough to fill him with arousal and excitement.

“f-fuck Anakin!” She practically screamed as he pushed himself deep, her fingernails clawing at his flesh as she threw her head back.

The moment she screamed was the exact moment that he was pushed over the edge , shooting hot loads into her cunt as he squeezed her down onto it. She was full, a small bump in her stomach as Anakin’s heavy cock sat inside, pulsating and twitching with pleasure. The sensations of heat that shot through his body made him moan so sharp that his voice and body were shaking uncontrollably, his entire body was drenched in sweat.

Despite his release, she continued her brutal speed, fucking his cum into her as she overstimulated him to the max— his entire body twitching like crazy.

Her speed was too much for Anakin, and he shook involuntarily as his entire body was forced to twitch and spasm. The sounds of his breathing on top of the lewd and wet sounds coming from her pussy was too much, and his breath had become so shallow that he could barely get words out. He was begging for a chance to recover.

“Darling please... I-I... I'm going to h-hurt myself... P-please..."

“i don’t fucking care.” she growled, grabbing his jaw harshly before slamming his lips into hers. She knew he was enjoying it, as they both had a safe word he would have yelled if he was truly in unbearable pain. She felt his dick harden and swell again as the speed picked up, Anakin feeling tears stream down his cheeks. He didn’t know if it was from pain or pleasure, but the feeling was somehow addicting.

He was sobbing hard as both pain and pleasure went through his entire body. He felt each tear run down his cheeks and trickle down his jaw, but the pleasure was so intense that he could barely focus on the pain. It felt like he was being ripped in two, and he couldn’t decide whether he wanted it to stop or keep going.

His body fell limp as his wife continued to brutally ride him, holding his face in her hands roughly. Hot tears streamed down his face as he yelled out, his cock throbbing from the overstimulation.

“You okay baby?” She whispered sweetly, despite her dominant behavior, she still made sure he was enjoying himself.

After several minutes of sobbing and groaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain, he was finally able to collect himself enough to respond. “Oh darling... It hurts so much... It hurts so good... It’s like being ripped in two, I-I…” His words trailed off as he continued to cry and moan from the mixture of the intensity of the pleasure and the fact that he couldn’t handle much more.

“Just one more time sweetheart.” She hushed, her mouth finding his as she continued the painful speed. “you can do it one more time for me can’t you Ani?”

This last time was different. The previous times where he had let out tears was because the pain was so intense and pleasurable his body was trying to handle it. But this time, when he was sobbing in her arms, it was because the feeling of being torn apart was too much to handle.

He could feel myself shaking hard, and his breath was so shallow that he could barely speak. “D- darling… I- I... I c-can’t… p-please... Y-you d-don’t.. understand…

“Please baby,” She moaned, her hands on his shoulders as she sped up. “I-i can’t stop.. feels too good..” she babbled, cockdrunk.

The moment he felt her hands on his shoulders, he felt a rush of heat shoot through his body. The rush of heat mixed with the intensity of the pleasure and the pain made his eyes water, and his body shake uncontrollably.

Then... a thought occurred to him. The pain and pleasure was getting too much... But the reason why it was getting so unbearable was because she was on top.

(dom Anakin 😍)

In a matter of seconds, he flipped them both over so that she was now on her back, letting him take control.

She gasped, her demeanor completely shifting as she stared up at him. He maintained the speed as he harshly thrusted into her, loud guttural moans escaping her lips.

"S-stay still... fuck...j-just feel my touch darling... This should feel so good baby... " He continued to maintain the speed, hitting her g spot with every thrust. The heat and intensity he was creating, especially combined with his dominance over her was something that he found incredibly pleasurable.

He couldn't help but smile with some hint of sadistic joy as he saw the way she was reacting to his touch.

“O-oh.. so f-full.. oh my - g-god..f-fuck..!” she moaned out lewdly as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her jaw slightly agape.

"Oh my God-... You're enjoying this way too much..." he whined in a teasing and condescending tone. He saw that he was pushing her body to its limits, and he was enjoying every second of it. The moment he said those words, he decided to add on extra speed just to make it even more intense.

“I-I hate you Anakin..” she moaned, them both knowing her words were far from the truth. “..m-more...” she begged quietly, clawing at his back.

The moment he thought she was going to ask him to stop, the exact opposite happened. Instead, her words only pushed him further to make this experience the best it could be for her.

“Aww sweetheart... Who's so desperate for more... Such a needy little girl..." he teased her with a smile, pounding her poor little pussy into the bed, pushing her body past its limits. He was determined to make this experience the most incredible one she’d ever felt.

“O-oh-.. oh my god.. I’m about to- oh f-fuck..!” she groaned out, practically drooling from the feeling of his pulsating cock inside her.

The moment she started drooling, he began chuckling quietly to himself. "Oh dear... You seem much too eager... But who am I to deprive you hm?"

He started getting even more aroused from the sounds of pleasure coming out of you, and he was feeling more and more motivated to make this even more intense for you. His speed increased once more.

She came on his dick, screaming and moaning as she threw her head back, Anakin pushing his cock further in her causing his release from earlier to travel even deeper.

She expected him to pull out, but he didn’t. In fact, he sped up the pace, his hands on the headboard as he shamelessly fucked into her as fast as possible.

She practically screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks prettily as she batted her lashes. “A-Ani.! Too much.!-“

The fact that the sensation was too much for her was enough to give him satisfaction. He couldn't help but laugh a bit, and he took a moment to get his bearings.

“T-Too much for you dear-?" He asked in between gasps for air, his breath shaking and his entire body shaking with excitement. “F-fuck you’re so tight around me..” he groaned in delight, the slapping noises of skin on skin loud in the room.

She sobbed, jaw clenched as he relentlessly stretched her bruised walls, his mouth finding her chest before pulling the top down with his teeth —causing her boobs to spill out.

He dived in, leaving hickeys and bruisers all over them. She was close to cumming again, her moans loud as her hips rutted into his.

“O-oh sweet girl.. you about to cum? Hm?” Anakin asked breathlessly, the headboard almost snapping under his grip.

She blabbed out some words he couldn’t understand due to her pornographic moans, but she nodded her head signaling she was about to cum.

“Mmm I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy so well..” he moaned, his thrusts getting sloppier as he too was close to his realese. When he said that, he felt her walls clamp down on him, making them both moan in sync.

“You like that pretty girl? You like that you’re gonna be full of my cum?” He cooed mockingly, his hand gripping her hair as he forced her to look at him.

“Y-yes.! Oh god Anakin yes, please..!” She yelled, her hands gripping at his shoulders before he sped up his thrust.

They both moaned in sync, the lewd noises so loud they were sure the rooms next to his could clearly hear the two. He thrusted into her, taking her lips in his before spilling his seed inside her as she spilled her release on him, a mess in between their sweaty body’s.

Anakin collapsed onto the bed next to her as she did the same. He pushed down on the bump in her stomach in a amused manner, watching the cum ooze our as he got his fingers and plugged the cum back inside, licking the residue off his fingers before pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss.

When she regained some slight strength, she snaked her way down the bed, taking Anakin’s throbbing red member—still covered in their shared juices—before she began sucking him off, looking up at him with pretty doe eyes.

Anakin gasped, quickly grabbing her head with shocked moans. She licked his dick clean, slapping it to her face before deepthroating it once again. “S-shit Angel! N-no more..! I can’t..!” He yelped, tears returning to his face as his brows were upturned in pain and pleasure.

After a minute or two he came all over her face, completely empty as he began to fall asleep.

She cuddled into him, falling asleep in the mess they had made—waking up and hour or two later before taking a sweet shower together.

A/n: idk what possessed me to write this but I hope it’s good because I’ve literally never written smut before.. 😭 i apologize if you’re traumatized from this 😁💞😛

[geekforhorror]

okay so i just remembered this deleted scene from rots and you CANNOT tell me that anakin wasn’t in for it when he got home and got punished by the dominant miss amidala herself!

[bunnie-online]

thinking abt riding ani- bc this edit i made 😵‍💫

warnings: 18+ ONLY. sub!ani, established relationship, moan/voice kink(???)

it was rare that you heard Anakin whine. he moans and groans when you guys are fucking but you barely ever hear him whine. like a true, pathetic like whimper.

you swear you could cum simply from that sound alone. it was music to your ears.

this night you decided to switch it up a little bit, after about a week of Anakin pounding into you every night, you wanted to be on top for a change.

these are the moments when he lets out the higher pitched noises. he’s so submissive when you’re grinding down on his cock. eyebrows knit together, head lulling from side to side, mouth slack letting his pretty little moans just fall out.

“oh- baby. feels so-oo good” his hands grip your thighs, not even guiding you anymore. he’s completely at your mercy.

“mmph!” he clasps his hand over his mouth to keep from getting louder, he’s nearing his release. you grab his hand and pin it to the bed. “no. no i wanna hear you, Ani. I need to hear you.” you command in a sweet but stern tone.

he nods, his eyes rolling in the back of his head and his delicious moans get louder.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

sorry i took a few days off haha

hope u liked <3

~bunnie

[forcemeanakin]

I believe, that collectively, we don’t talk about this picture and its potential enough

SUB!ANAKIN AGHHHHHH-

[tfmerc]

omg omg okay hear me out… either Anakin or Simon whichever, but thigh riding likeeee im obsessed

Thigh riding is just so hot like I can't :(

fem version also wanted to combine another ask sent in - so sub!Ani x thigh riding :3

NSFW BELLOW CUT - MDNI

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"Hmph…" A muffled whimper passed your lips, slick cunt rubbing against the flexed muscle of Anakin's thigh; how perfectly his quadriceps hardened beneath your needy clit. It was like you were at the gates of heaven itself, seeing nothing but white as you worked yourself into another wave of ecstasy.

You bucked like a bitch in heat, hand clamping down on the roots of Anakin’s hair; tugging him forward firmly to capture his lips in your own. The boys hands flexing desperately into the sheets, whining against the heat of your mouth.

His brows turned upward with undying urge, eyes watering as you pulled away; pathetically attempting to chase the kiss once again, a string of drool keeping you connected. Smears of his pre painted against your abdomens, the only stimulation he’d had for the past hour being from the soft pudge of your tummy, “Want— want… to touch you, please.”

A simple shake of your head had him practically sobbing, staggered breathes fanning over your chest. He was so overwhelmed, desperately trying to roll his hips into yours; begging to gain any sort of friction. He’d give anything to let his hands roam over your delicate skin, it was unmarked - so pure compared to his own.

The sensation of your wet cunt, the lewd squelching with each roll of your hips; it had him drowning in submission. How easily you were using him for your own pleasure, how simple it all seemed to you - it was intoxicating.

“Such a good boy for me Ani…” Your lashes flutter slightly, letting a hand drop to wrap around his twitching member. Anakin’s eyes snapped open, tears forming in the waterline of his lashes; fucking his cock into your fist.

Anakin was such a mess, soft murmurs and almost feminine whines filling the air around you. His stare was intense, bottom lip chewed raw as he choked back cries of pleasure. It took him mere minutes to unravel, hot spurts of cum filling your hand, “Oh— oh fuck…”

[ddejavvu]

okay i just saw you in the anakin tag and i always love talking about this dude so hopefully ur willing to listen to my subby anakin truthing 🙏 i think he likes to get his dick stepped on (with boots specifically i think this guy has a boot/leather kink) and he gets really pathetic and needy like 'will get down on his knees and grind against your leg for attention' needy. 'near tears whining and pleading literally every day' needy. can you tell i like the thought of this guy on his knees.

send me dirty anakin thoughts <33

first off i'm SO SORRY this took me so long to answer i was gonna do it right away but time escaped me - ANYWAYS!!!

this post is 18+, minors dni.

there is just something about him sprawled out over the floor with tight briefs on that are practically ripping at the seams from how hard his cock is as he watches the rubber sole of your boot get tantalizingly close.. anon i want you to know you awakened something in me

You always tease him about it, you hover your boot over his bulge and ask him if he's sure he wants you to do this, 'cause it's gonna hurt and the last thing you wanna do is hurt your precious ani :(((( and there's tears in his eyes as he nods aggressively, practically giving himself a concussion with how vigorously he's shaking his head. He's pleading, begging, telling you he's been waiting all day and he wants it to hurt and he wants you to hurt him please won't you just do what he's asking you to do?

he likes being sort of slouched up against something when you do it, because then he can watch without craning his neck, but if you're particularly stern with him that day you'll put him flat on his back and make him look you in the eyes while you do it so that he doesn't know when its coming. that makes him extra desperate, 'cause he's expecting it any second now and when you finally give in he's writhing on the floor, eyes snapped shut with tears leaking from their corners about how sorry he is for upsetting you earlier and how grateful he is that you're still giving him what he wants

He likes seeing you leave a footprint over his briefs (he always wears white ones) and if you let him kneel while you do it - (kind of an awkward angle for you 'cause you've gotta bend your legs and sort of crouch but it's his favorite position to be in and who are you to deny him?) - he buries his face in your underwear and cries out when you finally lower your shoe over his bulge. Any increase in pressure from you means a louder groan from him, and he clutches at your thighs with a force that etches crescent moon shapes into your skin from his nails.

he'll always give you head while he's in there, either burying his face in your clothed cunt so hard that he manages to worm his way beneath your panties to tongue your pussy, or clutching desperately at the hemline of your underwear to suck your cock into his mouth and slobber all over it.

he's very gracious!! he'll blabber 'thank you- thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou' while you're maintaining steady pressure over his dick, and his face is wet and messy and drooly when he pulls back from between your legs.

he is big on begging for it! he gets off on it even more when you act like you're ignoring him, he'll shuffle up to you on his knees where you're sitting on the couch and he'll ask you to please step on him, but you tell him that you just 'can't right now', you're very busy and he's going to have to wait. so he tries convincing you by mouthing between your legs, drooling over the pad of your panties and pulling them aside to lick at your cunt, or he'll rub his face against your bulge while whining. he straddles your boot while he does it, grinding his cock against the leather and probably soaking through his briefs with precum.

you know exactly what he's doing, and sometimes you try to be stern with him, but you're not that strong, let's be honest. you can murmur 'anakin...' all you want in that warning tone of voice but he'll plead and beg with you just to let him make you feel good, because he's so desperate and he needs to taste you and he promises you can still work while he's doing it.

more often than not you end up caving, but you know he likes it when you 'ignore' him, so you'll keep your eyes on your work and not show any reaction to how fantastically he's making out with your sex and you'll gently, slowly move your foot with your leg bent to press against his bulge. it's rock hard, and it makes him whimper, his hands flying to your thighs to dig into them and beg for more.

he loves being at your mercy like that, especially when you're ignoring him, because it just makes him feel so dirty and filthy and worthless to be stepped on by you without even looking at him, like he's some pathetic little nuisance you're only satiating because you feel bad he's so desperate for you. and he is, he's mind-bogglingly desperate for you, so he owns it, and begs you to step on his cock

[iburnedmyselfalive]

SEX THERAPIST.

nsfw! -- lowkey got the idea from some wattpad book i read a couple years ago LMAOAOA someone lmk what its called if yk what im talking about.

this was so rushed, but I wanna make more parts to this soooooo, should I ?? + not proofread sorry for any mistakes

Over the past few weeks, challenges have emerged in your relationship with your boyfriend, including a sexual issue. A friend suggested seeking the help of a relationship therapist, specifically a sex therapist.

Following this advice, both of you attended therapy sessions, which have been generally positive. The sessions have been conducted by Mr. Skywalker, and you couldn't help but notice his flawlessly attractive presence.

Today, Mr. Skywalker invited you to a session alone, as your boyfriend was away on a work trip and couldn't attend. Despite the familiarity of being in therapy sessions with your boyfriend, you found yourself unexpectedly nervous about being in Mr. Skywalker's office alone.

This uneasiness contrasted with the usual sessions where he sometimes appeared agitated when you had discussed certain relationship issues.

You subtly pushed open the door to his office, finding him absorbed in his laptop. His intense gaze lifted as he noticed your entrance, and he grunted, "Good to see you," shutting his laptop without breaking eye contact.

Taking a seat across from him, you couldn't help but feel a mix of intimidation and attraction as his penetrating eyes swept over you, especially when they almost hungrily traced the lines of your pretty skirt.

"Hey," you greeted, adjusting yourself and placing your purse aside.

"How are you today?" he inquired, the discussion soon shifting towards your boyfriend, and he cut right to the chase.

"Any differences?" he demanded, a hint of authority in his tone. "Or just the same?"

With a sigh, you reluctantly nodded, "Just the same."

"hm, I see, today, we're going to try something" he declared, taking a pause before continuing, "different from our usual sessions,"

"Alright?" he asked, his gaze holding yours in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

And with that, you nodded.

"Now, hun, you know better than that, use your words," he advised, raising his eyebrows with a subtle challenge, making you gulp at the underlying intensity.

Despite the unease, you nodded again, confirming, "Yes, it's alright."

He nodded in approval, a sly smile playing on his lips. "There we go, that's better," he cooed.

You struggled to maintain composure as he rose slowly from his seat.

Fuck, he looked too good.

It felt almost wrong to acknowledge, but he exuded a captivating mix of intimidation and raw appeal. Giving you a piercing look, he wordlessly gestured for you to stand.

You complied, standing mere inches from him, reveling in the sizzling height difference that fueled your desires.

"Relax, you're nervous," he spoke in a low, commanding tone, his massive, yet surprisingly gentle hand tracing along your shoulder.

"Remember the breathing activities Nadia taught you?" he questioned, referencing a previous therapist.

You nodded.

"I want you to do those for me right now," he demanded, and you obeyed.

Inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, you followed the practiced routine. Anakin's intense presence lingered, making your transformation into a calmer state palpable to both him and yourself.

"Good," he cooed, a low rumble in his voice.

"Very good," he continued, his unwavering gaze fixed on yours.

"You mentioned that when he touches you, he tends to rush things and doesn't take his time, right?" Anakin inquired.

You nearly choked on your words, but you managed to nod. "Yes, he rushes it," you concurred, and he nodded, trailing his fingers down your shoulders.

"You don't like that," he stated, and you just shrugged.

"If you want my help, you're going to have to talk to me," he asserted, his tone firm.

"So, I'm going to ask you again. You don't like it, correct?" he demanded, and without hesitation, you responded, "yes, It's not even enjoyable for me now," you explained, having this weird feeling inside of you.

Your eyes threatened to lose focus as his commanding lips left a trail of kisses along your neck.

"He doesn't get you squirming like this, does he?" he demanded, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"He doesn't even bother to kiss me," you breathlessly responded, almost whimpering when Anakin abruptly halted his assault on your neck. Gripping your face with his two hands, he sneered, "Well, it's his loss."

Before you could fully process his words, he forcefully pulled you into a fervent kiss, his tongue asserting dominance while his hands explored your body. In response, your hands navigated the contours of his physique. Standing on your toes, you seized his shirt, pulling him in for more.

"I'm going to teach you," he growled between kisses, his voice dripping with intimidation and promise.

"I'm going to show you what it truly means to feel good."

He was making his intentions unmistakably clear.

You offered no resistance, the unfamiliar sensations captivating you entirely. A low whimper escaped your lips as you looked up at him with pleading eyes, your voice adopting a desperate tone.

"Do whatever you want to me, please," you begged.

In response, a grin spread across his face, his gaze growing more intense. He effortlessly lifted you, carrying you to his desk and placing you on the edge without a care for the paperwork that might have fallen.

Unconcerned about the potential mess, he kissed you again, deliberately slow and enticing, leaving you craving more as his lips reluctantly pulled away. Descending to your neck, he gradually knelt on the ground, spreading your legs apart.

Inhaling your scent, he groaned as his fingers teased the material of your skirt.

"Cute," he murmured before his tongue traced over your damp panties.

"He's never made you this wet, has he? This all f'me?" he cooed, and with a whimper, you nodded. Your hands tangled in his hair as his tongue continued to trace circles over your panties.

"Raise your hips for me, baby," he murmured, standing up slightly. Complying, you lifted your hips, allowing him to smoothly pull down both your skirt and panties, discarding them carelessly on the floor.

Returning to his previous position on his knees, he watched you with an intensity that left you feeling exposed.

Shyly attempting to close your legs, he intervened without hesitation, forcefully parting them. Biting his lip at the revealing sight before him, his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge.

He planted a couple of kisses on your inner thighs before his tongue skillfully lapped over your drenched core. His eyes remained locked onto yours, never wavering for a second, intensifying the heat of the moment.

Your body quivered at his sudden actions, and soon enough, he began sucking at your clit, causing your head to arch back in pleasure.

"fuck ani, 's good" you cried out, legs shaking from how good it was, how good he was.

He never let anyone refer to him with the nickname, 'ani', but an exception was made for you.

"Louder," he demanded, and you complied, moaning and whimpering in response to his skilled ministrations.

Your breath caught as you almost moaned at the sight of his chin glistening with your arousal. His nose grazing your clit with each rhythmic motion elicited loud moans from you. His unyielding grip on your thighs persisted, and he skillfully positioned you to allow the subtlest rocking of your hips back and forth.

"oh my gosh" you cried out, your hand clutching the lamp on his desk for dear life as your legs trembled uncontrollably.

"mmm," he cooed, continuing to suck on your clit. "Such a good pussy this is," he murmured appreciatively.

"Want all your damn juices in my mouth. Come on, baby, cum," he grunted, and with those words, and his absolute torture going on with your cunt, you made a mess all over his face.

He persisted in his relentless actions even after you reached your peak, a smirk playing on his lips as he finally stood up. Grabbing your trembling hand, he guided it over to the bulge in his pants.

"Feelin' me, baby?" he sneered, and with a pout, you nodded.

"Where do you want this, here, hm?" he taunted, using his other hand to press down on your lower stomach.

Again, you nodded.

"Yes, please," you begged, and he chuckled, a menacing tone underscoring the sound.

Sealing his lips to yours, he tasted you through the kiss, reveling in the control he held. His hands roughly palmed your breasts through your shirt before pulling away for the slightest second to take off your top, following your bra.

"Off," you whined, eyeing his pants as you undid the buttons on his shirt. Soon, both of you had discarded clothes, each piece carelessly thrown around his office.

"Such a pretty pussy, been denied for so long, huh?" he jeered, removing his boxers.

You found yourself almost intimidated by his size, and as he brought it to your slit, he chuckled while deliberately teasing it against your folds.

"Lay down," he demanded, and you whined.

"But your desk, what if it—" you started expressing concern, but he cut you off.

"Do you think I give a damn about my desk, love? I don't give a single shit if it breaks. I'm going to fuck you," he spat out.

"I'm going to fuck you just the way you deserve it."

[demieyesore]

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.

[andvenuscried]

toxic!anakin skywalker hcs

↳ description box; small collection of nsfw drabbles for anakin x reader; i love my insane pookie

warnings; nsfw warnings; basically anakin is absolutely crazy, deranged and utterly obsessed with you. insane psychos are so hot bUT THIS BEHAVIOUR IS NOT TO BE ROMANTICISED!! and also minors dni

has an unhealthy habit of always checking your phone. he has a physical need to know who you’re talking to and why—that coworker named joseph you’re talking to? yeah, he CLAIMS to want to discuss your work schedule, but anakin’s so sure he wants to take advantage of you. and because anakin’s so smart and knows everything better than you do, you should just trust him and let him delete his number. and the number of every guy you have saved on your phone. but since anakin’s so smart, he’s surely right!!

he NEEDS everyone to know you’re taken and that you’re his. he’ll always have an arm slung around your shoulder casually, his hand resting at your hip, his fingers intertwined with yours or you wearing clothes that are obviously his (he really likes you in his clothes!!). but sometimes, that’s not enough, and he knows it’s pathetic but he literally can’t stand seeing you with any other guy except him. so sometimes, necessities like pretty bruises on your neck or marks on your chest are needed. he’s just letting everyone know you’re his, you wouldn’t object to that… right??

he can and he WILL stalk you. what, you’re going out without him? to go clubbing?? with your friends??? at NIGHT????

he can’t just possibly let you do that, he literally can’t stand the thought of even a mere possibility of you getting hurt somehow, it genuinely hurts his heart because how will he survive without you? you’re his world, and he’ll do anything to keep you. he just cares about you so much :(

anakin definitely has problems with sharing you with your friends, especially your male friends, and you’re so grateful he’s letting you talk to your female friends you’re not even considering talking to your guy friends again. oh, he looks out for you so much, awww

he’s a master manipulator and a professional gaslighter. all of your friends hate him, and are telling you to break him with him because he’s “toxic and obsessive”. baby, he’s not!! he’s just jealous sometimes and just very protective :( it makes him so sad every time you bring this up because why’re you trusting your friends over him? he’s the one you should trust the most, isn’t he? does that mean you don’t love him anymore?

needs your attention 24/7, all the time. he absolutely hates being separated from you, and even in his sleep, it’s like he won’t let go of you. he’ll always have an arm draped over your body, or his hands hooked on your waist. anakin is a naturally light sleeper, so he’ll wake up every time you get up—be it to use the bathroom or when you’re leaving for work. if everything went his way, he’d never let you leave him.

definitely thinks about locking you up in his big mansion. you’re so pretty he can’t stand the lingering gaze of other guys checking you out. he wishes he could be the only one to see your beauty.

likes to be in control and to be in charge of every situation regarding you. he knows he’s very intense in everything he does. that’s why he’s so grateful you put up with all his needs, but anakin is a very sceptical and careful person, he needs to know where you are and who you’re with—it’s no surprise he persuaded you to have your location on at all times. for your safety, he claims, and for his easement.

absolutely gets off on the height difference between you. you’re smaller than him, and he loved how cutely tiny you look next to him—and how you look when he uses you as his fleshlight!!

loves having you all submissive and obedient. his favourite positions are every one in which he can look at you, he loves seeing small tears forming in your eyes, loves you looking up at him in adoration, all trapped and utterly defenceless in his toned arms, mewling and gasping, moaning his name. especially loves when you’re sucking his cock, all pretty and desperate beneath him. just the way he likes you best.

why are you working? he makes enough money to provide for you AND a child; he has a house and a car. what do you need more? he knows you like your job, but he’d rather have you at home at all times. where you’re safe.

spoils you so much. he’ll buy you pretty clothes, sparkly jewellery, expensive shoes and anything else you want, he’d buy you an entire country if you asked him to. it’s not about flaunting his money or wealth or anything, he just gets off seeing you wearing stuff and knowing that he paid for it, so essentially, you’re walking around with his clothes.

for your birthday, he gifted you the cutest and most beautiful necklace!! if only you knew about the tracker inside it. he knows he has your location and you’re such a good girl for him he’s sure you’d never turn it off, but… just in case. (he’s lowkey paranoid)

if he could, he would carve his initials on you. (possessive much?)

but since you’d be hurt and he doesn’t like seeing you cry, he’s tried convincing you of getting a tattoo on your collarbone with his initials, and he’ll get one with your initials on his hip bone. you’re scared to death of needles though :( he’ll have to work on that for a while, but he knows he can get you to do anything for him with the right method and the right time.

has thought excessively and extensively about knocking you up. he knows you wouldn’t ever leave him if you were pregnant with his baby, god bless your sweet, kind and loving soul, and he loves to have that reassurance. so when condoms start to accidentally break, he accidentally forgets to wear one in the heat of the moment and he just can’t stop thrusting his load into you, you should’ve known those were not accidents.

but it’s too late now, anyway, you’re trapped, so you might as well just enjoy being trapped by him forever :)

“keep those legs open for me, doll. you can do that f’me, can’t you?” he mutters against your lips hoarsely, and you’re crying of the overstimulation.

“can’t,” you sniffle and your legs tremble adorably, “ani, ‘s too much… ‘s too much, i can’t…”

his gaze hardens, “you can and you will.”