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lovelybucky1 · 7 months

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Smoke Me Out

Kinktober Day 3- Corruption Kink

warnings: female!reader, college!au, drug use (weed), slight age gap (everyone 18+), slight dubcon, sex while under the influence, childhood friends, brothers best friend!anakin, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, cum play, tattooed and pierced anakin, 18+ minors dni

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you are half way through your first semester of college and you've never felt more uncool in you're entire life. you rushed for a sorority and you got into alpha delta pi, and though they have parties every weekend where you get drunk, you still feel like you're missing a key aspect of the college experience.

you want to get high. you've never smoked anything before and you're nervous to ask your sorority sisters or a frat guy to help you through your first time. you didn't know who else to ask to supply good stuff or even who to trust other than anakin.

you've known him forever. he's your brother's best friend and he was always around when you were growing up. you used to have the biggest, most hopeless crush on him when you were younger. now he's a junior at the same college you go to, but it's a state school, everyone from your hometown goes there.

when you finally decide to ask anakin to give you some weed, you text him, telling him you're coming over. no information or anything, just "omw".

you walked the mile or so to the off campus house anakin shares with your brother and a couple other friends. when you walk up, you see the porch light is on, illuminating the figure on the porch.

"your brother's not here," anakin says instead of a greeting.

"i'm not here for him," you say as you skip up the porch steps. anakin sits on a dingy lawn chair and smokes a cigarette, the pungent smell filling the air.

"so what do you want?" he asks, raising a pierced brow at you.

"well..." you start, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"well?"

"i want some weed."

anakin lets out a chuckle. "you're not serious."

"i am! i wanna do it but i don't want to do it for the first time with a stranger."

a slight smirk forms on anakin's lips but he does not make a comment about your double entendre.

"that's cute."

you frown. "i'm serious, anakin. can't you help me out?"

anakin hums like he's thinking about it. "no."

"what? why not?" you whine. "i can pay, i have money."

"it's not about the fuckin' money," he rolls his eyes. "i'm just not going to let my little sister get high."

"i'm not your little sister," you huff.

"might as well be."

"i'm an adult, anakin! i can make my own decisions."

he picks up his foot and stubs his cigarette out on the heel, then tosses the butt onto the porch. he stands up and now, instead of being blow you in the chair, he has to look down to meet your eyes.

"and i can decide not to give you any."

you cross your arms and look up at him. you know it's a bit childish, but if he's going to treat you like one anyway, what's the harm?

"fine then. i'll just get some frat guy to smoke with me."

that seemed to get a rise out of anakin. "no you fuckin' won't," he says, voice gruff.

"i will. you know i'm in a sorority now. i have frat guys busting down my door. i'm sure i'd have a line waiting if i said i wanted to smoke."

anakin's frustration seems to grow when he sees the smirk on your lips. without another word, he grabs your forearm and yanks you, forcing you to follow him into the house.

"anakin!" you exclaim, but he ignores you.

he practically drags you up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom. you've never been inside it, only having seen it from the doorway of your brother's room by the stairs.

he marches you over to his dresser and you take in the sight of the room. navy blue sheets on an unmade bed, dirty clothes on the floor, a pair of panties you suspect aren't his at the foot of the bed. empty beer cans, some with holes in the sides, litter the top of the dresser. he has a small box of jewlery for his piercings, a poster of his favorite band, and a framed picture of him with you and your brother as kids.

the room is gross, not unexpected for a 22 year old, but it feels like anakin. evidence of his vices everywhere, but touches of personality shine through.

"you want me to smoke you out, huh?" he opens the top right drawer of his dresser and takes out a pre-roll and a lighter. "here you go."

you take it from him, but you don't feel as excited as you thought. anakin's attitude is kind of killing your vibe.

"are you mad at me?" you ask.

"mad? no," he says, looking at you with crossed arms. "just a little annoyed that you came here beggin' for weed and got all bratty and started running your mouth when i said no."

"i did not get bratty!" you whine, sounding very bratty.

anakin rolls his eyes. he turns and walks towards the window, pushing it open and sitting down next to it. you follow and sit across from him, the blunt and lighter in each hand.

"what do i do?" you ask.

"christ, haven't you ever seen a movie before? you put this end in your mouth," he points to the filter end. "and you light this end."

you do as he instructs, and attempt to take a drag. you end up inhaling too deep and you start to cough, eyes watering. anakin doesn't laugh at you, but he does give you a satisfied little smirk.

you take another hit and this time it goes better, you only cough a little bit. anakin reaches over and grabs the blunt from your hand and you frown.

"you're not smokin' this whole thing yourself."

anakin puts it in his mouth, right were a ring of your lip gloss is, and took a drag just like he taught you, but his was perfect. he didn't cough or choke, and the cloud he exhaled swirled out the window.

he gives it back to you and watches as you take another clumsy drag. when you hand it to him again, he takes a long drag but doesn't pass it back.

"hey," you whine.

"that's enough for your first time," he says.

"that was barely anything, anakin."

"it hasn't hit you yet. you wanted me to take care of you, right?"

you huff. "yeah."

"so shut up."

you roll your eyes but decide not to argue further. you and anakin sit next to the window, letting the slight cool breeze blow in on you. you feel yourself become more fuzzy as time passes. you're not very high, but it just enough to satisfy your curiosity.

"how do you feel?" anakin asks after some time of silence.

"good. fuzzy."

"that's good. means you're not too far gone." anakin takes a pause before continuing. "i can't believe you were gonna let a fucking frat guy smoke you out. do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

your eyes flick back up to meet his; you hadn't realized you were staring at his lips. "some of them are nice."

"nice," he scoffs. "they're only nice because they want to fuck."

"that's not true," you huff.

anakin takes a hit and when he speaks, smoke pours from his lips.

"jesus, you're so naïve. frat guys like dumb inexperienced sorority girls."

"are you calling me dumb?"

"yeah i am. you need to stay away from those guys."

"well it's a little too late for that," you bite.

anakin's brows furrow and his lip curls in disgust. "you didn't sleep with one of them, did you?"

"not just one."

anakin sighs loudly and shakes his head. "what the hell were you thinking?"

"i was at a party and we just had fun. don't act like you've never had casual sex before." anakin stubs out the blunt on the window sill and leaves it there to smolder. he gets up from the floor and walks around the room aimlessly. "why are you being so dramatic? are you jealous or something?"

anakin's eyes snap over to yours. "no, i'm not fuckin' jealous. no one's fuckin' allowed to touch you."

"why do you get to decide that?" you shout, feeling your blood boil with anger.

"because you're mine!" he yells back, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "i protect you, i keep you fucking safe from assholes like the ones you're just falling into bed with."

"i’m not a child, i don't need you to protect me!"

"i obviously haven't done a very good job. why would you even want a frat guy, they don’t know how to fuck.”

“and you do?”

you’re not sure why you said it. it’s irrelevant to the argument but for some reason it just slipped out. you can’t say you’ve never thought about how anakin would fuck before. you’ve spent many nights up late thinking about your older brother’s best friend.

“yeah i do,” he says, voice low. “i could show you what good sex is. it’s nothin’ like you had with those guys.”

your breath catches in your throat at the unexpected development. is anakin offering to fuck you?

“i thought you said i was like your little sister,” you say, suddenly timid.

“that's what you're hung up on?” he asks as he crosses the room in a few short strides. standing right in front of you, anakin towers over you. you have to crane your neck to look up at him, meeting his light eyes. "let me do my job and teach you something, huh?"

you shyly nod, none of the anger from moments ago fueling your actions any longer. desire burns in anakin's eyes, and although its odd that he is looking at you in such a way after being nothing more than platonic your whole life, it doesn't feel wrong.

"you want me to kiss you?" anakin asks. again, you nod.

he leans his head down and presses his lips to yours. it's not very tender, but you didn't expect it to be. his lips are slightly chapped and the kiss is rough. he's claiming you. anakin's hands grip onto your wrists and he pins them to your sides as he continues to explore your mouth.

when he pulls away, his lips glisten with spit and he's smirking down at you. he walks you over the bed and grabs the hem of your shirt. without saying anything, you raise your arms above your head and he takes it off, leaving you in your bra. anakin looks at your chest shamelessly, eyes drinking in the sight of you.

"anakin," you say, embarassed.

"what? you wanted me to fuck you and now you're getting all shy when i look at your tits?" he palms your breasts through your bra, watching them bounce. "how're you gonna react when i see your pussy?"

"don't say that," you whine.

"say what, pussy?" you nod. "aw, is that too dirty for you, sweetheart?"

he grins as he takes off his own shirt and tosses it to the floor. you ogle at his bare torso, acting like it's your first time seeing it. he has gotten more tattoos since the last time you saw him shirtless, and his left nipple has a silver bar through it.

without waiting for you to catch up, anakin undoes the buckle on his jeans and pushes them down to his ankles, kicking them off before removing his socks. now he's left only in a pair of loose plaid boxers that rest low on his hips, showing off the star tattoos on his hip bones. he then motions to you to do the same.

you kick off your shoes and socks, then more timidly, you take off your pants. you're left standing in your childhood crush's bedroom in your underwear.

"come on, take off your panties," he says, grinning. "let me see that pussy." you pout in response. he steps closer to you, putting his large, warm hands on your hips. "do you want me to do it for you?" you bite your lip and nod slightly.

he holds onto the waistband of your panties and pulls them down as he sinks to his knees. he lets the delicate fabric fall to the floor and he looks hungrily at the newly exposed area. he leans his face in and presses his nose to the joint of your leg and groin, taking a deep inhale of your scent.

"anakin!" you squeal, grabbing his hair and pushing his head away.

"what's wrong?" he asks, sitting back on his heels.

"don't be mean to me."

"i'm being mean? imagine how those frat guys would treat you. actually, don't."

anakin pushes you back on the bed and he crawls between your open legs, resting his cheek on your thigh as he stares at your pussy.

"what a pretty cunt," he smirks.

teasingly, he traces his finger over your slit, gathering your wetness. he circles your clit to gauge your reaction, delighted when you squirm.

"i bet most guys can't even find this. the most action it's probably seen is from you playin' with it yourself," he says, eyes flicking up to yours. "is that true?"

you squeeze your eyes shut and nod, evoking a laugh from anakin.

"this poor, neglected little pussy," he coos. "what do you think about when you touch yourself?"

"i-i'm not telling you that," you say, voice breathy.

anakin tuts as he pushes his long, slender middle finger into you.

"i bet it's not any of the guys who can't make you cum. is it a celebrity? what's the name of the actor you used to be obsessed with? i was so jealous if him."

"you, anakin," you whimper.

"what was that?"

"i think about you."

anakin grins and slides another finger into your pussy, curling them up to rub at that spot deep inside you.

"that's a good thing, then, because you're all i think about too."

"please fuck me, anakin," you beg, your voice sounding unfamiliar to your own ears.

"already? but you've only taken two fingers. are you sure you're gonna be able to handle my cock?"

as desperate as you are, you're growing tired of anakin's coddling.

"i'm sure i've taken bigger. just fuck me."

anakin raises his eyebrows and blinks at you a couple times, clearly offended. he gets up from his knees and pulls down his boxers, letting his long, hard cock slap against his abdomen.

"alright then, since you want to be such a big girl, i'll give it to you."

he grabs your lower leg and hoists it over his shoulder as he lines his head up with your entrance.

"wait," you stop him. "are you clean?"

he gives you an unimpressed look. "yeah, i'm clean. are you?"

"yes," you nod.

"i'm not gonna knock you up, am i?"

"if it happens, it happens." anakin freezes. "i'm joking, you asshole. i'm on the pill."

he rolls his eyes and presses his tip into you. you whimper at the stretch but you give him the okay to keep going, so he continues. he feeds his cock into you and it feels never-ending.

"is it too big for you yet?" he asks smugly.

"shut up," you breathe.

after going slow to start, anakin seems to get tired of waiting. he pushes in until he's fully seated inside you, filling you up more than you ever have been. he then starts to rock his hips, driving his head deeper.

"fuck," he groans. "never imagined this pussy'd feel so good."

you reach down to rub your clit as he fucks you, feeling yourself becoming closer as he continues to stimulate your g-spot with his cock.

sex with your previous partners truthfully had not bern very satisfying. but with anakin, you find yourself hurtling towards the edge faster than you get with your favorite toy. maybe its from years of pent up attraction to him finally spilling over. maybe he’s just that good at sex.

“just like that,” you say breathlessly.

anakin is looking down at you with half-lidded, lust filled eyes. his mouth hangs open as he thrusts into you, really putting his back into it to fuck you hard like you deserve.

“little cunt’s squeezin’ my cock. guess she likes me, huh?” he asks with a smirk. you bring your arm up to cover your embarrassment from his babbling. “don’t be such a prude, i know you like what i’m sayin’. you’re soaking me. it’s dripping all the way down my balls, baby. you made such a mess of me with that slutty cunt.”

you let out an unintelligible whine and anakin laughs. your fingers speed up on your clit as anakin fucks you harder, keeping up with the intensity of the stimulation.

“i’m gonna cum,” you say quietly, like you’re confessing a shameful sin.

“yeah?” he asks. “cum all over my dick, baby. ‘m all yours.”

after a few more thrusts, the tension in your stomach releases and your orgasm washes over you. anakin continued to fuck you through it, dragging it out longer than just a few seconds.

when you finally let yourself relax, the stimulation becomes too much and you whine at anakin, telling him to stop.

“your little cunt not used to it being that good?” he asks as he pulls out.

his cock stands against his abs, slightly curved and glistening with your cum. he strokes himself as he looks at your body, deciding how he wants to cum.

“get on your knees,” he says.

“i don’t wanna blow you,” you saw, furrowing your brows at the thought of your juices in your mouth.

“i wanna cum on your tits. get on your knees.”

you stand from the bed on wobbly knees and kneel on the ground in front of anakin. he positions his dick in front of your face, but too far to taste it. he jerks himself off, using your cum as lube to make the glide smoother.

“look up at me,” he demands. you do so, looking up at his face with wide eyes instead of at his cock. “those pretty eyes,” he mumbles.

you watch his abs clench and flex as he nears his orgasm. it’s almost mesmerizing to see the physical reaction he has to you.

“want you to cum on me, anakin,” you say.

maybe you’re playing it up a bit for his sake, but it seems to work, because suddenly he’s moaning and hot spurts of cum paint your skin. he continues to jerk himself off until he’s finished, and as he catches his breath, he admires his artwork.

“fuck, baby,” he sighs.

anakin drops to his knees in front of you and drags his fingertips through the mess on your tits.

“that wasn’t your pay of getting payment for the weed, was it?” you ask, giggling.

“fuck no,” he pants. “nah, i did that cause i wanted to. and now i’m never gonna let you look at another frat guy again.”

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fuckmyskywalker · 5 days

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18+, smut, omegaverse; alpha!Anakin x Omega!Reader, breeding, dirty talk, dub-con if you squint.

Wake up babes Anya posted.

“Anakin, let me go,” You beg, yanking your arm away from him.

“No,” He replies, gripping your arm with even more force, enough to keep you in your place. Now that he is this close, he can smell you, all the hormones and hidden lust that is dangerously bubbling to the surface. The subtle, sweet fragrance makes his cock twitch, instinct kicking in; Low and dangerous, he leans closer. “I’ll take care of you, just come with me,” He knows what to do, it’s in his blood— he knows his duty.

Whimpering, you shake your head. Your knees are seconds away from giving up, paired with glassy, confused eyes. The internal battle going inside your head is a clash of needs. You don’t want to lose your pride and the respect you’ve worked for— but your heat, only enhanced by the absence of suppressants, makes it difficult to stay away from Anakin. He is an Alpha, you are an Omega— is a natural reaction. The way it should be.

Oozing with the urge to be taken, your body finally submits. Falling onto your knees, Anakin quickly kneels before you, wrapping his firm arms around your back and pulling you closer. The strong scent of sandalwood and leather fills your senses, forcing you to bite a moan. “That’s it,” Anakin whispers, excited to taste your heat. “Come with me, sweetheart.”

Picking you up almost effortlessly, you hide your face in his neck, inhaling deeply. Just the mere sight of you curling against his chest makes his cock twitch. He needs you— as much as you need him.

The walk to his bedroom isn’t long, but to you, it feels excruciatingly slow. Inside his chambers is even more suffocating, or is your body reaching its limits? You cannot know. There’s no way you can handle this any longer. Placing you on his bed, Anakin hurries and removes his clothes, handing them to you so you can nuzzle against them, press your own scent against his, and calm you at least a little. Anything. You need a proper nest, he knows that but he cannot wait any longer.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, fidgeting with the knots and buttons of your clothes, taking them off swiftly.

“A little,” You whine, spreading your legs, practically offering yourself to him. Normally it would be embarrassing to even phantom such a lewd act, but at this moment it feels necessary. Anakin growls under his breath when he sees your sopping cunt, slick sticking to your swollen folds in a way that makes his dick leak. “I need you, Anakin.”

Watching you hold one of his tunics against your naked chest is a sight he will never forget. So precious and so eager to be claimed. He never thought this would happen— but he is glad it will.

“You’ll be mine, omega,” Anakin swears, climbing on top of you, placing his palms on either side of your head giving you one of the best views in the world. One of your hands curls around his bicep, feeling the muscles flexing as he uses his right hand to guide his cock inside you. Sliding it in between your folds, he makes sure to lube it with your slick, groaning at the feeling. You are so wet, so fucking wet he knows he won’t have a problem. Easing his cock inside you, he pushes slowly, spreading your walls and watching you wiggle your hips, silently begging for more. “That’s it, good girl. You are doing so good, princess.”

He will knot you, mate you, and keep you to himself. Give you everything you need and provide you with anything you want. His pace gradually grows, alternating between slow and deep strokes and harsh and fast.

“Anakin— fuck!” You moan, clinging to his bicep and his shoulder, arching your back and covered in a thin layer of sweat that makes you glow like a goddess. “I need more, please.”

“You want more, bitch?” He chuckles; pushing your hands away, he grabs your ankles and places your legs over his shoulders, slamming into you, locking his blue eyes on yours. “You want my knot? You want my babies?” His cock twitches inside when you nod desperately. “Take my cock like a good girl, I’ll give you what you need. You just need a good fuck to get bred. That’s what you are made for.”

Still holding his tunic, you bring it up to your face and bite the edge, soaking the fabric with your saliva. The sudden thought of getting pregnant and taking his knot sends you over the clouds. He’s right, you were born for this. To carry children, your alpha’s children.

“Take my cock, omega,” Anakin grunts, pressing your legs together, still holding your ankles and groaning your name when he feels your hot, velvety walls tightening. “There you go, you’ll be a perfect mother.”

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nwndrlndn · 9 months

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Hate This And I'll Love You

pairing : suitless!darth vader x f!reader | wc : 6k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : you weren't sure what was worse, to be vader's love or not to be. at least when he didnt love you, you felt safe

warnings : unsexy choking, fear and intimidation, unhealthy and controlling relationships, attention seeking vader, mentions of death, developing stockholm syndrome, dub-con, dry humping, public sex, light praise, public sex, mentioned size difference

a/n : this is a part two to unintended. i honestly didnt think of a part two when i wrote the first one, but now i am planning a third part. i also somehow squeezed in two smut scenes as an apology for not writing for most of the week.

Darth Vader sits on his throne in his Imperial Fortress on Mustafar, handling the tasks left to him by Emperor Palpatine. In the weeks that have passed, he doesn't let you out of his chambers unless it is to be brought to him. But there you stay, in a Nabooian outfit he picked for you this morning, aimlessly picking at the fruit he had sent to you. The chair you sit on was across from a a dark velvet chaise, softened by even darker pillows and a blanket thrown over the edge. The lights gave the room a slight blue hue and you let out a sigh, eating quietly, but happy to have a moment without Vader’s presence or your panicked handmaidens.

An Imperial droid enters the chamber, its head rotating to look at you from every angle before presenting you with a red box with a bow. "Lord Vader has a gift for your ongoing... courtship, as he puts it."

“Thank you.” You say softly, taking the box with a great hesitation. It has a bit of weight to it and you set it on your lap, watching as the droid retreats, disappearing behind the door. A few seconds pass before Vader appears, looking tired, in his black robes with his cape draped over his shoulder.

"Open it." he says in a slightly raspy whisper. His voice sounds strained, as if he's just been screaming. Vader’s glowing yellow eyes focused on your fingers as you carefully undo the bow. Inside is a small, intricately carved golden heart shaped necklace with a ruby in the middle. Vader’s steps are rushed as he walks to stand behind you. His nimble fingers take the necklace from your hands, seeing it fit to fasten it to your neck with a single movement of his glove, his lips parted ever so slightly.

“Thank you, my lord.” You murmur, before shutting the box again and setting it aside to return to the remaining meiloorun fruit in front of you. There was little enjoyment left in the sweet fruit now that he was here.

"I should like to spend the evening with you." He says, as though the matter is already settled, his face impassive, though his gaze is hard and he doesn't look away. "Be prepared. A dress will be sent to you, and hair and makeup will be done in the traditional Nabooian style."

“Yes, my lord.” He watches as you push the remaining fruit around the plate listlessly.

"I should like to see you dressed appropriately, but also... sensual." He says calmly, his gloved hand slowly moving to the chain around your neck, gently taking the pendant in his hand.

“Yes, my lord.” You repeat, and Vader sighs.

"Do you love me?" Vader asks, his tone flat, and his words carrying a dangerous weight to his voice.

“Love is a strong word.” You murmur. As you turn to look at him, you look away from him again, unable to look at him for longer than a few seconds at a time.

Vader looks at you intently, and your heart beats harder at his gaze and a blush begins to cover your face. He takes slow, deliberate steps to sit at your chaise. You watch as he settles in, and slowly begins to unbuttons the black robes he wears, exposing the skin over his rib cage. The muscles below it ripple with even slight movements, and despite his face never changing, it is clear to you that he is not happy when you don't look at him.

You stay still, eyes dropping to stare at the ground between both of you. And Vader watches you, then continues to remove his robes and sits in front of you in nothing but his black briefs and his boots, slowly untying the knot that keeps his hair out of his face. His gaze is cold and intense on you still.

"Look at me, look at me, look at me." he whispers sternly, his words dripping with command.

Slowly, you look up, holding the sides of your dress so your hands wont shake. You watch as he uses the force to move aside the small table holding your fruit so there will be nothing between you. After allowing you to gaze at him for a long moment, his breathing is heavy and fast. His face is still hard, with little change to the expression, but the eyes are on fire.

"I should like you to stand," he whispers, the words making his chest expand with each syllable. "Come here."

Vader’s body is tense like a spring coiled to burst. As you walk towards him he begins unbuckling his belt, as if to remove it, or perhaps something else. Once you stand before him, you remain completely still. It was like he was a tiger and you were his prey, but its not like you could run, even if you wanted to

Vader finishes unbuckling the belt, and sets it and his gloves down on the ground beneath the chaise. He gently takes your hand and lays it on his chest, the muscles beneath rippling and the bare skin hot and damp from his body heat.

“My lord, what are you-” You start start but he cuts you off with a whisper.

"Shh." His breath is hot against your ear and his voice is low as he continues, his body tense with suppressed desire. "Touch me." Vader guides your hand across his chest, over the muscles rippling beneath the surface, over the soft skin around his neck, his Adam's apple, and down his stomach. His flesh is hot to the touch, his breath becoming heavier.

The longer it goes on, the more an uneasy calm settles over you and a desperation hits him. Vader seems to lose his control a little, his mind in a haze of lust. He looks up at you and his face starts to become contorted. He sits up then presses his head against yours and breathes heavily, his free hand wrapping around your neck.

"Do you love me?" He whispers hoarsely.

The seconds tick by as you try to think of how to word it. The constant need to appease him and his turbulent emotions, this necks snapped for staring at you for too long, and the fading face of your love in your memory. “I fear you.” You whisper quietly. Vader breathes heavily for a moment, his grip on your neck tightening, his free hand slipping beneath your dress.

"Then fear me more." He whispers before roughly grabbing you and pulling you towards him. His face is flushed red and he bites back a groan as he does so. A surge of desire washes over him as you gasp out. Once your free hand reaches up to scratch at the hand that choking you, Vader's hand moves to cup your chin, and he looks up at you, panting, the lust in his eyes gone now, replaced with anger. His face is contorted in rage as your hands lash out at him.

"Fear is what makes you worthy of my love." He whispers through gritted teeth, you can feel him using the force to tighten an invisible hand around your neck before his other hand moves from holding yours to his chest down to your thighs, his hand cupping them.

“Please.” You gasp, breathlessly and afraid.

"Please what, love?" Vader says mockingly, his voice dropping an octave. "Please as in, you beg for your life? I will take it from you as easily as I take your breath away. Do not beg for mercy from me, love."

You shut your eyes and a tear rushes from your eye as his grip on your throat through the force gets stronger, before you decide to give up and stop fighting or begging. A new low for hope, you think to yourself.

"Open your eyes." Vader commands, his voice still low and dangerous as his hand slides a little further up your thighs. "Do not think you get to give up." You slowly open your eyes, hoping this will end soon. Your vision is getting a bit fuzzy and you can hear a ringing in your ears. "Good girl." Vader's voice softens as he looks down at you once again, his hands now on your thighs instead of your neck, squeezing them as he lets go of his force grip on your throat.

"I should like you to get on your knees." You choke and sputter for air and Vader watches silently. His eyes focused on how the dark fabric of your gown pools over his forearms and the softness of your thighs as he touches them. As he continues to kneed and rub the soft skin of your legs, he subconsciously moves forward, almost missing your words as you speak.

“I need help, my lord” You rasp out, still recovering from his choking. “The dress makes it hard to do so.” This seems to calm Vader somewhat, and he chuckles quietly, before slowly and deliberately helping you down to your knees in front of him, and leaning over you, his lips slightly parted. His voice is a whisper at your ear, his words dripping with lust and passion.

"Beg for me."

“What do i beg for, my lord?”

"Beg that I love you, that I want you. Beg that I will never tire of you." His breath is on your skin, his fingers running through your hair as he tilts your head up to his. His gaze is all-knowing and all-seeing, and the hunger in his eyes is clear to see.

Every part of you screams how you don’t want any of that, how want nothing of everything he has given you, but you don’t have a choice. As you start to speak, your voice shakes. “My lord, please-”

Vader's fingers run through your hair as he moves closer to you, placing a finger against your lips and shutting it for you. His touch is almost electric to you, your fear giving way to something else that fills you, and it takes everything in you not to push yourself against him. "Try again." He says, his voice a growl.

“Please, my lord. I only ask for your love.” You start again, starting to tear up and the words burn at your throat. “Please.... I want to be the one you want most, the one you need, the one you cannot be without.”

"Good girl." He says quietly, running a gloved hand over your cheek. A flush starts to creep across his face, and he touches your chin and turns your head to face him once more. His breath is hot on your face as he looks directly at you.

"Tell me you love me again." He whispers.

Even though you know its a lie, you still say it. “I love you, my lord.”

"Again, my love." He says, his finger going to cover your mouth. You nod quickly, trying to not let the tears show, your breathing becoming ragged. "Again." His voice is stern now, as if he is commanding you to repeat it as a drill sergeant would command his troops to push-ups.

“I love you, my lord”

"Good girl." Vader whispers, his voice still stern. His gloved hand moves to your dress as he pulls you towards him. Your mind screams at you to turn away, but the force of his desire is overwhelming as he begins to slowly unbutton your dress, his breath harsh at your neck. "Tell me again." He whispers.

“I love you, my lord.”

"Again." Vader whispers, his head starting to tilt back as he loses control of his breathing. His hand slides across the edge of your dress as he looks to the buttons and begins to unbutton it, letting his hunger and need be heard in his voice and his eyes.

“I love you, my lord.” And you finally crack, a fast tear running down the side of your face. Vader pulls you towards him, as the dress falls off your shoulders and his hand slips over your skin.

He whispers once more, "Again." His words are harsh, hoarse as though he is out of breath. "Tell me again."

“I love you.”

Vader stands and takes your face in his hands. His lips are pressed to yours in a way that is violent, passionate, but the fire in his eyes tells you it's as much rage as it is lust as he takes what he wants. "Again." He whispers to you as though commanding you, his voice breaking with pain. "Tell me again."

You tire of having to repeat yourself, but you do. “Please my lord.” You whisper, “I love you.”

"Again." Vader says, his tone still hoarse, still desperate. He slides the dress entirely off, and takes you in his arms, pushing you backwards until you're pinned under him on the chaise as his mouth takes yours aggressively in a way that might hurt, but there's a strange satisfaction to his touch that you can't deny. Your words are lost in a haze of pleasure and want and fear as Vader pushes you back, his mouth still on yours. His tongue snakes out and searches for yours, and the heat in his touch is intense. He grinds his hips against your thighs, your crotch, wherever he can reach, groaning against you as he chases his own pleasure.

His lust is burning at him and everything in him needs to feel like you love him. Even if he knows you're lying through your teeth. He knows why you even entertain his neediness, to protect your moronic, weak, first love, Gracies Gras. Even if you don’t love him now, he needs you to get better at acting like you did for his own sake. Something for the good in him to hold onto. And he will continue to beg, and beg for you to love him, even though he isn’t perfect and he’s a monster. Under it all, he knows you cant, but if you could try, maybe he could be better.

"Again." His tone makes it hard to recognize the voice of the man you once knew, it's harsh, it's rough, and it's filled with a kind of agony you don't understand. He continues to grab at you, hard enough to bruise, humping at your legs, groaning against your skin. From where you lay, you can see the faint yellow glow around his yellow eyes, the way his lips stay open for breath even after he’s done talking, and the way his hair starts to stick to his face the longer he continues to hump helplessly at your body. You wanted to tell him how much you pitied him in this moment, loathed him.

“I love you, my lord.” You whisper, shutting your eyes. Vader's grip tightens gently around your body, holding you close to him. His kiss slows and he gently breaks the kiss, looking at you as he tries to catch his breath. He groans out as he slips his briefs down, jerking himself off onto your stomach with heavy pants and his eyes screwed shut. He rests his head against your shoulder as he catches his breath, and once he does, he turns his head to kiss your cheek, but you move away and he pauses. He looks at you for a moment, his heart heavier then lead in his chest.

"That is enough." He says quietly. Vader reaches for his robe and clothes, getting back to his feet and cleaning your stomach with a blanket and rebuttoning your dress. He seems unfazed by his own actions, and then, as if nothing has happened that was out of the ordinary, his face is still and impassive, and he walks back to the door.

"Be ready in the morning to leave for Naboo."

“Naboo?” You repeat, looking over at him.

"Yes, Naboo." He says, staring out the window. His tone of voice suggests you should already know what he means.

"Lord Palpatine has asked for my attendance and I intend to take you as well. There will be... duties for you to perform whilst we are there." He says, as if the idea repels him, but also intrigues him greatly.

“I will have my handmaidens begin to pack.”

"Yes, have them do that." Vader's voice is absent, as if his mind is far away now, thinking about something that troubles him. "Be ready by morning." He says, his face still turned toward the window.

He lets another silence hang for a moment before turning to look at you again, his expression impossible to read. He looks at you for a long moment, before finally saying, "Go to bed, my love."

The next morning, your handmaidens are quick and efficient, dressing you in an outfit that might be considered a little risqué in comparison to your usual attire, but Vader has been asking for it for months. They also do your hair and makeup in a way that is intended to be as appealing to Vader as possible and soon enough you are sat up in bed, fully dressed. Vader enters the room in his formal clothes, his face impassive. You can see the faint shadows of rage in his eyes, though, and they are watching you.

"Come." Vader says quietly, and you feel a strange mixture of fear and desire as you get up from the bed and follow him downstairs to the shuttle that will take you back to Naboo. Both on the shuttle, as during many of your days together on Mustafar, he does not say a word to you.

Eventually, the shuttle lands on Naboo a couple hours early and Vader escorts you out of the ship, his arm sliding down your shoulder as he slowly directs you through the lush gardens of Theed and into a market. As soon as you both are seen, it takes mere seconds for all of the shoppers to leave, leaving you and Vader in a near empty market.

Darth Vader walks through the bazaar, ignoring the silent stares of the merchants and the hushed, scared whispers of the shoppers as they hide in alleys and abandoned buildings. In the presence of Vader, everyone feels uneasy, yet fascinated by him at the same time. Your heart was pounding as if you were a prisoner about to be led to their execution. Vader held your hand to keep you close to him and you couldn't help but be reminded of his sheer physical superiority and power.

Though you had never been in Theed before now, you were reminded of life on Karlinus. The colored stands and the smells of foods and teas. The last one hitting too close to home and you miss home all at once. “I want tea.” You murmur gently.

At your mention of tea, Darth Vader pauses and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Tea?" he asks, an edge of disapproval on his face.

“Tea.” You repeat and Vader looks at you disapprovingly but signals a merchant to come over. The merchant bows low before Vader, and then offers you a sampling of some of his best teas. You take your pick and Vader pours your chosen brew into two small cups. Vader watches you sip your tea with an expressionless face.

“It’s good.” You murmur, smiling down into the tea. Vader watches you sip your tea for several moments, his expression still neutral and unreadable.

Finally, Vader speaks up. "It is indeed good tea," he says, a small hint of approval in his voice.

“You haven’t tried it.”

Vader's face remains stony. "I do not drink tea."

“I see.” You say softly and Vader does not reply, but his hand tightens around yours as the two of you continue walking through the market. As you look into the shops and stalls, Vader remains close at your side, watching you closely out of the corner of his eye. Everyone around you has an expression of fear on their face as they give way to Darth Vader.

Vader continues walking through the main part of the bazaar with you, not saying anything but staying close to your side. He doesn't even speak up when a couple of shopkeepers try to stop you and talk to him, instead just allowing you to keep walking without acknowledging them. Suddenly, Vader tugs you into an alley away from the crowds and you walk in silence for a few moments until he stops by a doorway. Vader looks around the alley, seeming to make sure you two are alone.

“What is happening?” You whisper, shocked from the sudden act. “Why have you brought me here?”

Vader puts a finger to his lips, indicating you to be quiet. He stares at you for a moment with that same expressionless stare, then finally says in a low voice, "Come here."

You scrunch up your face and shake your head before you whisper back, “We’re in this alley together.”

Vader's eyes narrow. "Come here. Closer." His voice is firm, yet still gentle and quiet.

He watches as you start to lean in, too slow for his liking. Vader pulls you close to him by your hands. He looks at you with an intense stare, his eyes almost searing in their ferocity. He pulls you in closer than ever, until you are pressed tightly against his huge, imposing frame. You feel his breath on your neck as his eyes bore into you.

“My lord, not here, not now.” You whisper carefully.

Vader's eyes narrow and he brings his face close to your ear. "Yes, here. Yes, now." He speaks in a soft, gentle whisper, making it seem even more sinister than his usual tone. Darth Vader grabs hold of you and holds your arms at your sides so you are trapped against him. You suddenly feel his hand slip under the back of your dress, his fingers sliding along your skin. You cannot resist him.

“My lord, please.” You whisper, struggling against him but he just runs a hand over your hair, smoothing it. “Someone could see.”

Vader ignores your pleas, his hand moving farther up your body. His other hand slides down to your thigh, squeezing it. He leans down to your ear and speaks in a whisper. "You will be quiet. You will not leave."

You nod and turn to look and see if anyone can see you both. No one can see the two of you, you are hidden by the shadows of the alley, Vader's imposing figure blocking you off from all other angles. Vader holds you tightly to his body, his face close to your ears as he speaks.

"You see," he whispers, "we are alone."

You nod slowly, heart racing, unsure if its from your fear of the situation or from how close he is in the moment. Vader leans in closer still. His breath is hot on your neck.

"Does this please you, my love?" he asks in a whisper that sounds like the softest of caresses. Vader stares at you intently, waiting for your answer. You feel his hand sliding farther up your body. Your heart beats more quickly now, your breath becoming faster and shallower.

“I- It-” You whisper, feeling conflicted. You knew he had some kind of twisted love for you and he seemed to believe in it so fully. He took you from the life you knew and up-ended it, but it wasn’t entirely his choice. Vader didn't love you at first but he loves you now. He still spoiled you, he doted on you, it was like you were his whole world. Maybe it wouldn't be bad to enjoy it, to let him love you and feel loved.

Vader smiles when you speak. His hand slides to your bare shoulder and he moves in even closer, looking down at you with those piercing, burning eyes. His words are a soft whisper that seems to burn itself into your ears and your brain. "Good," he says. "It should please you, my love."

You shut your eyes and lean back against the wall. As you do, Darth Vader pushes you slightly against it. His body presses close to yours, his hand on your waist. "Open your eyes," he whispers, "and look at me."

But the shame is too immense, the idea of being on a foreign planet for the first time, one of such importance, and taken in the streets is overwhelming. Dirty, foolish, embarrassed. Vader pauses for a moment before speaking again. "Open your eyes, and stop being so foolish," he says, his voice still quiet. His free hand slides up your body a bit, to cup your face.

You open your eyes but still cant look at him. He watches your eyes dart away, looking down the alley, to the quiet marketplace, and even at his chest but not at him. Vader frowns and his hand moves to hold your chin. He slowly turns your face to look directly at him. Your heart beats quickly as you come face to face with him, looking into his cold, yellow eyes... and yet, you cannot help but feel your face flush as he looks at you.

“If we are doing this here, lets hurry. We have to meet the Emperor soon.” You murmur and Vader smiles at you, his face looking almost warm for the first time in your memory.

"Yes, let us hurry," he says, moving one hand to your back and the other to his pants. As he unties the string of his pants and slides them down, you lift the skirt of your dress for him. Vader looks at you, his eyes burning brightly despite the dimness of the alleyway. "Good girl," he says softly and it makes your heart race even more as you hold your skirts tightly in your hands.

“Hurry.” You whisper, “I feel like someone might catch us.”

Darth Vader looks at you, his face almost looking thoughtful for a moment. "They would be wise not to," he says softly, pulling your dress up above your hips. He is careful to keep you covered by the fabric in his hands in front of you, almost as if he doesn't want the sight of you to be spoiled. He speaks again, his voice almost a whisper but still clear enough to be heard. "No one will catch us."

He pulls down your panties and slides out his cock, giving it a few strokes as he comes closer to you. “I need you, it may not be a good time, but I need you,” Vader whispers making quick work of prepping you on his fingers. His fingers are nimble as he starts with two fingers and moves quickly, impatiently. “If we had enough time, I would take my time with you. To show you that I love you.”

And your eyes almost close, but you fight to keep them open for him. He notices your struggle and shuts his own eyes, kissing at your eyelids as he adds in another finger. “You have to be quiet, okay? No noises. Be good for me and hold your pretty little dress and help us both feel good.” He murmurs against your forehead.

As your breathing picks up, he moves his fingers gently in you and drags his slightly parted lips across your face. Once you start to shift anxiously against him, he pulls his fingers out and starts to slide his cock into you, his hands holding your waist gently.

“Say you love me again.” Vader whispers as he bottoms out, looking in your eyes, his words sound could but theres a desperation in his voice.

“Why must I say it so much?”

"So I may hear it over and over again." Vader responds quietly, his voice almost gentle again. "Tell me again, my love."

“I love you.” You whisper and he kisses you, and is desperate. His hands tangling in your hair as he holds your face still, his hips beginning to thrust in and out of you, your moans muffled by his mouth. Slowly, your hands come to rest on his waist and timidly you kiss back.

If you give Vader an inch, he will take a mile and his kiss deepens, his tongue exploring your mouth and one of his hands moving to your hip for leverage as he picks up speed. “I love you.” He murmurs, before he focuses on thrusting into you, holding one of your legs on his waist so he can push you into the wall. Each time you gasp, he taps your lips with one finger as if to silence you, as the pressure continues to build, your gasps become moans and whines and Vader quickly cups a hand over your mouth.

“Be quiet. I can’t believe you’re so scared if you’re not listening to me and being so loud.” He whispers, before he kisses your forehead and continues to thrust into you. His eyes focused on yours, silently urging you to look at him, to keep your eyes on him. To let him be the center of your universe for even a moment. “Rub yourself,” He murmurs, “You deserve it, my love.”

Your hands slips under your dress and he can feel it from how close he is to you. Your hand is so small, delicate, and lost in the mess of fabrics that protect your true for from the world. As you rub circles on your clit, he groans as you start to clench around him, so Vader leans close, whispering in your ear.

“Are you close?”

You hesitate for a moment before you give him what he wants, a small nod.

“Do you really need to come?”

Another nod, this time without hesitation and he watches as your eyes focus on him again.

“Come on them.” He murmurs, continuing to thrust into you and once you release, the hand on your mouth holds on a bit tighter and the other moves from your leg to slip behind your head to keep you from hitting the wall. And he follows you, coming against your cervix as he takes a moment to breathe, his head hanging for a moment.

As you both come down, he slides out and tucks himself away before he smooths your hair and dress. His eyes comb over your appearance to make sure not even a hair is out of line. Once he is sure all is good, he leans forward and kisses your lips again, this time gentle. He moves your hair aside to whisper in your ear. “I have one last thing to ask of you.”

“What is it?”

“Do you know the Hero With No Fear?”

His question strikes you as odd, you know who he was before he fell to the dark side. Everyone knew it, every one can see it when they look at him. “Anakin Skywalker?”

When you say his old name, his eyes shut for a moment. His ears savor the way it sounds coming from you, so different from how others said it then and even now “Yes… That is all.” Vader murmurs, and a silence falls over you both as you stand still.

“Are we going now to see the emperor?”

"Yes, love." He replies coldly, moving in front of you now to guide you towards the palace, his steps measured and his stride even. "Palpatine has something he wants to discuss with us both." He says, as if this is nothing out of the ordinary. You follow behind him quietly before you take his arm in yours so you wont get lost, but also to just be close enough to him.

Vader looks down at you as you hold his arm and he seems to pause for a split second before turning his stare forward again. He holds your arm still, his fingers gently brushing over your hand and wrist, and his hand squeezing yours once more.

A few minutes later, you are escorted into Palpatine's office, a snakelike smile on Palpatine's face as he looks to greet you both only to be met by a shared silence. Palpatine gestures to some comfortable chairs on the other side of the office, and Vader leads you to them, still holding your arm tightly. He makes no movement to sit down, though, and his eyes remain on you, his breathing coming fast and hot as he watches you.

Your gaze returns to the Emperor and Palpatine seems perfectly calm and at ease, as if he has been expecting this visit all along, the smile still on his face. Vader's eyes lock with yours again, and he tilts his head slightly, as if puzzled by your glance at Palpatine.

"Do you know why we are here today." Palpatine asks you directly, his voice warm and friendly.

“No, your highness.” You say, not letting him see any fear and next to you, Vader straightens up in support, looking on at Palpatine.

Palpatine looks to Vader as he answers, but Vader's cold expression never changes, and you cannot see what he is thinking. "I had a feeling." Palpatine continues, his voice as warm as it was a moment ago. He motions over a protocol droid to record the conversation, and once the droid is ready, he turns back to face you. "It has come to my attention that Lord Vader has developed... feelings..." He pauses, as if the word he is looking for is something entirely foreign. "For you."

Palpatine's smile grows wider as he seems to find a word more suitable to what he is saying. "Lord Vader has developed... affections... for you." He says, and now Vader's shoulders drop slightly. Palpatine continues. "He has been so devoted to the Empire, and yet I cannot help but wonder if this feeling... this affection... might not... compromise his loyalty."

“Oh.” You say softly, before you hold your tongue. You knew better than to give any thoughts or feelings to the Emperor, but you feel a creeping sense of dread.

Palpatine's smile fades slightly at your response, and he turns to look at Vader. Your breath catches in your throat at the look on Palpatine's face: it's not a look of anger or even surprise. It's almost... a look of... envy.

Vader's hand grips your shoulder tighter in response, and he glances at Palpatine as he says in an almost pleading tone, "My lord."

Palpatine ignores Vader, continuing to look at you. "Lord Vader's... affection... for you..." Once again the words seem strange to him. "Could prove... unsettling." Palpatine gives a smile to Vader, before looking back at you, his lips curling into a grin as he watches you.

"If you did... something that forced Lord Vader to abandon you..." He pauses, and you wonder what he's talking about. "Would he stay loyal to me... or you?"

Vader's grip on your shoulder tightens again, as if he's telling you to remain silent and not respond to this. His voice comes out a hoarse whisper now. "Do not answer him." He says quietly.

Palpatine looks as if he's about to ask you another question, but decides against it. His face seems to light up as he realizes something.

"Yes... this is perfect." Palpatine says quietly. "Lord Vader?" Vader turns slowly to face him, and you can tell Vader knows what is coming. Vader slowly nods, an expression that seems like resignation on his face.

"Lord Vader... I believe it is time." Palpatine says, and your heart sinks as he continues. "We must put this attachment to the test." Palpatine stares at the both of you now, the expression he wears now almost entirely different than it has ever been. His face is almost... angry?... as looks between the two of you.

Vader meets your eyes, and you see that he seems resigned, as if this is not the first time Palpatine has done something like this to him.

"Lord Vader... I want you to kill her." Palpatine says quietly, leaving a long pause between his sentence.

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Forbidden Fruit

[Anakin Skywalker x Padawan!Fem Reader]

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Summary: Anakin returns early from a mission and accidentally overhears your conversations with your friends who showed up for a girls' night at your place. Well... Your rather dirty conversations.

Anakin knew you deserved a break - a week ago, it was your birthday, and you really wanted to meet up with your friends from the 'good old times' to have a bit of fun. Unfortunately, it seemed out of the question - at least until today - as you both were constantly being assigned on missions that required the presence of both of you. But, for once, luck smiled upon you. Yes, Skywalker took it upon himself and headed to Geonosis with his crew, so that you could, at least once, invite anyone over and break away from the wartime reality. You and the other three girls completely lost track of time once you settled into your snug but cozy room. By this time, the only things around you were empty pizza boxes and champagne glasses, which seemed to loosen you up even more. Some bland romantic comedy played on your Holo TV, serving as a quiet backdrop to your ongoing conversations, although some of you occasionally glanced at it. "Do any of you even know what's going on in this?" you asked, sprawled on the couch, reaching for the popcorn bowl surrounded by a definite mess. "Honestly? No idea." replied the Togruta on your right, causing you to snort because apparently, each of you was equally absorbed in the movie. After a while, each of you jumped at the sound of the communicator from one of your friends. "Damn, sorry, forgot to mute…" apologized your childhood friend, engrossed in the conversation. "Who's calling so persistently?" you asked, reaching for another handful of popcorn. "Rob, probably afraid I won't make it straight home." she replied, this time disabling notifications. "It's kind of sweet that he's so worried." said the Twi'lek girl sitting farthest from you. "Sure, but lately, there's been a bit going on in our area, so he's unusually sensitive." your friend replied. "Wait, you two live together?" you asked with wide eyes. "Yes, for about three months now." she replied, and you grabbed your head. "Damn, being with you feels like I'm regressing." you said, slumping onto the sofa's back. In the meantime, the end credits of the movie were already rolling on your Holo TV, and none of you were paying attention. You decided to turn off the flickering screen to focus on the conversation with your friends. A conversation that unfolded in blissful unawareness of the fact that your Master had just returned to your place - or rather, to the very short corridor that separated your two rooms. Anakin closed the door behind him, and with nowhere else to hurry, he leisurely hung his coat on the rack. With deliberate steps, he made his way to his room, hearing through the wall that your Girls' Night was still in full swing. "I can't believe that sometimes you don't want to break free and have some fun... All this 'Code' of yours... Damn, you used to be a different girl..."

"And how do you know I don't want to? I mean, sometimes, it feels like we could wither away here... But, you know, on the other hand, we've all changed in a way."

"Sure, sure... When we talk about guys, you react like a bull to a red flag... Come on, admit it - but honestly - when was the last time you touched a guy? Any guy?"

The girls' conversations were loud enough and clearly audible through the thin walls of your room that Anakin could stand at any point in the corridor and hear them perfectly. He wasn't particularly concerned with your discussions - he happened to be tinkering with his lightsaber when you carelessly continued your conversation.

"Two years? So, exactly since they dragged you into this Order."

"No shit."

"Don't you miss it? Seriously?"

"Do you really want to hear it, huh?"

"Perhaps...?" "Honestly? Yes - I'm pissed that you're allowed this, and I'm not. And yes - I dream of getting fucked hard. Just like that, plain and simple."

Well, Anakin stood frozen in the frame of his room door when your words resonated in his ears, so he decided not to close the door behind him just yet.

"That sounds better. If you wanted it, you would've gotten it a long time ago, right?"

"I don't know…"

"So why don't you want to break free from here?"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"We know a few cool places in the city that would let you unwind, and a few cool guys who… You know."

"Girls, but you know it's not that simple…"

"What's not simple? Sex? You said yourself you're needy, aren't you?"

"Hell yeah."

"So, what are we waiting for? Tomorrow then? Same time?"

"Hey, slow down… And maybe you know if Billy… You know… Is still around?"

"You want to mess around with your ex? What if feelings rekindle? After all, you're not allowed to have a boyfriend."

"Well, but he was…"

"Many times you said how well he fucked you senseless, but we're not considering that option. By the way, maybe you know someone in the Order who…"

"What? No…"

"And I think you're just setting yourself up like that… I don't believe everyone here is so saintly."

"Just believe me."

"[…]"

"Why are you making that face? What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, nothing… Just thinking about who you share these quarters with…"

"Oh no."

"Oh yes."

"He's my Master, for heaven's sake…"

"And we saw him."

"So?"

"And the way you look at him."

"No."

"Yes."

"I'll kick you out of here in a moment."

"Do you like him?"

"He's my Master."

"But I'm asking if you like him."

"I like him, so what?"

"Nothing, I'm just testing the ground."

"Oh, shut up."

"Okay - short and to the point - either we meet tomorrow at the same time and head to the city, or you dry up in the Order."

"I don't know."

"Alright, then we're going on our own, right, girls?"

"Fine, damn it. If I make sure I have nothing to do, maybe we'll meet…"

"Great, girl…"

Anakin still stood frozen in his doorway, but as soon as he heard sounds indicating that the girls were getting ready to leave, he gently closed the door. Still slightly stunned by the amount and type of information he gained, he sat down at his desk.

"So, it seems like until tomorrow?" replied the Twi'lek, standing with the rest of the girls in front of you, on the straight path to the exit.

"Let it be." you responded with a slightly tired voice, waving to the girls who left the room with mischievous smiles on their faces.

As you bid farewell to your friends, you noticed Anakin's coat already hanging on the rack, realizing that you completely missed encoding the moment he returned. Honestly, you were too exhausted to think about it. Soon after, as if on cue, the door to his room opened, and you saw Skywalker, now dressed in his standard night attire. "Master." you nodded slightly in greeting because you hadn't seen each other today.

"H-hey… Is it over already?" Anakin replied, his gaze wandering somewhere on the floor.

"Yes, sorry it took so long." you answered, sensing that Skywalker was somehow brushing you off.

"Once doesn't always make a pattern. And you… Shouldn't you be sleeping already?" he added after a moment, scratching his head.

"I'm actually heading that way now." you replied, smiling nervously, and headed back to your room.

"Goodnight then." Anakin replied, walking in the opposite direction toward the small balcony at the end of the corridor, as he usually did at this time to smoke the last cigarette before sleep.

"Goodnight, Master." you said before closing your door. Then, throwing on a light nightgown, you collapsed onto your pillow-filled sofa. .................................................................................................................

Another day drained you of energy, yet you knew that there was still an unfulfilled promise from yesterday ahead of you – to 'chill out' with your friends. It was hard to think about it during the day, as you didn't even have time, having been on a mission with Anakin since morning… And precisely, you were on a mission with Anakin. While you weren't bothered by whether you were doing your tasks well or poorly today, something else bothered you – the strange behavior of your Master. He seemed absent the entire day. Sure, you cooperated with each other, but for some reason, you constantly felt like maybe you messed up, maybe at some point, you unintentionally let him down – and even though it was absurd because you were always considered a perfectionist in what you did – he gave off that impression to such an extent that even Obi-Wan, in a free moment, asked if you had some tension between you. Of course, you didn't. Anyway, you landed in Coruscant practically moments before your planned meeting with the girls – in the end, you agreed to meet in the city, so you didn't have to stress about whether they might knock on your door any minute. But ultimately, you forgot about one thing – mentioning to Anakin that you also planned to disappear for the evening today. However, since his arrival, he seemed so exhausted from the entire day that you assumed he would immediately fall asleep, allowing you to slip out of the Temple without any possible reproaches. It's just a pity that he remembered your plan all too well himself. "Why the hurry? Are you planning to race me or something?" Anakin asked, watching as you briskly walked down the corridor toward your quarters.

"Uhm, no." you replied sarcastically, already at the door. "I thought so." Anakin muttered, opening the entrance to your quarters. Knowing how little time you had left, you instantly stepped into your room, closing the door behind you to avoid arousing any suspicions, while Anakin left his completely open. He lingered in the corridor for a while, as if sniffing around, glanced out the window for a moment, but soon finally entered his room - that's when you allowed yourself to choose an outfit for the evening. However, it stressed you immensely that Skywalker hadn't gone to sleep yet - always after a mission, he used to close the door behind him and shortly afterward fell asleep, tired from the mission. But this time, something was holding him, and whether you wanted it or not, you could feel it. You freshened up your makeup from the entire day, dressed up, and it seemed like everything was ready - only to sense the right moment and leave… But how? You slightly opened the door to your room to better hear if Anakin was still aimlessly wandering around, and if there was silence outside indeed. Leaning out, you could catch a glimpse of his silhouette, turning slightly in the desk chair. Damn.

You could chat by the door for a little longer, but on the other hand, would prolonging it and leaving even later seem even more suspicious? Exactly. So, you took a deep breath, adjusted your dress to give the illusion that it reached a bit further than just halfway down your thighs. With one hand, you grabbed your coat to cover yourself a bit before leaving your room. You quickly checked yourself in the mirror and, satisfied that your appearance wouldn't raise any suspicions, decided to quietly, soundlessly step out of the quarters.

Slowly and quietly, you closed the door to your room, confident that everything was going according to plan, except for that one final damn slam of those steel doors. You cursed under your breath when you felt Anakin's gaze coming from his room.

"Oh? Where are you going?" he asked in a calm tone, and you turned towards him, nervously clutching your coat.

"Just… getting some fresh air… for a while... A walk." you uttered these absurd words, turning towards Anakin, only to see that he had turned in his chair completely towards you, with a highly doubtful but slightly amused look. It didn't seem like he was doing anything – his desk, usually cluttered with documents and writing tools, was now completely empty. It appeared he was just sitting there idly, as if waiting for some signal.

"My Padawan is going for a walk… Tsk, tsk, tsk…" he murmured as if to himself, and your face turned red with embarrassment, realizing how clumsily you had just lied.

"We've known each other for a while now, you don't have to lie to me like that." Anakin raised an eyebrow and smirked, realizing that you, yourself, know you're not very good at pulling the wool over his eyes. "I know." you leaned against the wall, crossing your arms, wondering how to get out of this.

"So, what's the truth?" Anakin asked again, also crossing his arms in a slightly assessing manner. "Ehh, yesterday I told the girls that I would go out with them." you finally gave in but still hesitated to reveal all the details.

"You told the girls, but you didn't tell me. So what?" In fact, you didn't know how to answer that – you realized you made a mistake and wouldn't easily undo it.

"How did you know I wouldn't need you for something?" he added after a while, not hearing a response from you.

"But in the end, I have the evening off, so I thought…" "No, you don't have the evening off." Anakin interrupted you, and then the smile on his face faded. The tension in you increased when you noticed his freezing expression – it seemed like he might actually be a bit upset.

"Come." Anakin commanded, rising from his office chair and leaning against the desk. Initially, you thought he was going to ask you to sit in that spot, so you nervously grabbed the seat handle.

"No, not here. In front of me." you were slightly embarrassed, but you did as he instructed – stood in front of him.

"Show me what you've got there." he said after scrutinizing you from top to bottom.

"What do you mean?" you squinted, having no idea what he was referring to.

"Don't try to play games with me. I can see how tightly you're holding onto that coat of yours." and again, he was right – probably if you were more relaxed, you wouldn't need to explain yourself so much now. You loosened your grip, but you weren't entirely sure what to do with what you had.

"Just take it off." he added after a while, seeing your hesitation to answer his questions. You sighed, realizing that your plans had gone down the drain, so you did as he said – it seemed like you had nothing more to lose at this point. At worst, you would leave this room with a reprimand, change, and go to bed. And that's the optimistic version. When the coat landed rolled up on the floor, it was time for Anakin to sigh. You stood before him in a black, brocade dress, which, despite all your efforts, managed to scrunch back up to mid-thigh height.

"Girls' night out…" Anakin muttered under his breath, once again assessing you from head to toe. "You're very careless, aren't you? Today, yesterday…"

"Wait, what do you mean yesterday? What are you talking about?" you interrupted Anakin, and he looked at you as if you were a bit foolish. "Oh, please… Do you think I'm unaware of your plan? What would you have done if you received a summons while being fucked by some random guy?" Anakin replied, and you paled, quickly trying to recall what else you discussed with the girls yesterday. Your voice stuck in your throat, and truth be told, you had never felt so embarrassed in front of your Master.

"How you… When did you…" "I returned early enough to hear about many interesting facts. Among other things, about how my Padawan wants to be fucked hard, and also… Oh, didn't you mention having a boyfriend - Billy… Supposedly, very skilled." Anakin said with a mocking tone, and you felt like sinking into the ground.

"But, but… I…" "Oh, don't worry, I won't throw you out for that. It was just about one simple thing - informing me." Anakin finally moved slowly from his place, and temporarily unable to look him in the eyes due to shame, you turned away. At first glance, it might have seemed that Anakin had tidied up around him - it was quite unnatural because usually, his workspace was messy - but when you approached and looked around better, you noticed that all the items from his desk were lying next to it, thrown on the floor. "Why is everything sca...?" you abruptly interrupted your statement when you heard the door slam behind you. "Still want to go out? I know, they're probably waiting for you…" "N-no… I don't want to." you answered, for some reason not wanting to turn towards Anakin.

"Oh…" you heard behind you, along with steps approaching in your direction. "Well, you know, not everything can be found just in the city." you stayed silent as you listened to his words, feeling that he was getting closer. "Your friends were right - sometimes it's better to look closer to home… After all, as they say, it's darkest under the lamppost. Isn't it?" You wanted to interrupt him, but in the end, everything you could say now would be pointless.

"And the desk… I prepared it for you." You froze when you first felt the handle on your hips, and then how you pressed against the edge of the desk. "Master…" you murmured, completely paralyzed by his touch. "What? Changed your mind?" he whispered into your ear, not releasing his grip on your hips. "No… I-I haven't changed my mind." you continued, as one of your hands landed on top of his.

"Make sure I'm not mistaken." he continued to whisper, and you stood still for a moment before deciding what to do next. You grabbed the lower edges of your dress and, with trembling hands, pulled it up, exposing your black, scanty lingerie that you chose for the evening. "My sweet, innocent Padawan…" he whispered with an artificially tender voice as his hands traveled downward, this time embracing your exposed thighs. "To think that it took so little, and someone random could have gotten this..." he continued as his left hand balanced on the edge of your panties. "Am I supposed to understand that you bought them for this 'special occasion'?" he muttered, his gaze sinking onto your lace lingerie. "Uhm, well, actually, I got them from…" you winced and clenched your teeth as you felt a strong pull and the tearing of the fabric, which partially clung to your most sensitive areas. "That's what I thought." Skywalker replied, tossing aside your torn panties. "Lean on the desk and arch your back… Nice and wide for me." Your heart pounded as a hammer hearing his hunger-laden instructions, but you didn't hesitate for a moment to comply with them. "Let's see…" you heard behind you before feeling the touch of hands on your folds, sending shivers down your spine. "So fuckin' wet…" he muttered, and you could practically feel his devilish grin. You turned your head enough to see him—your cheeks reddening even more at the sight of him licking his two fingers and his other hand reaching for the zipper. "Want to watch?" Anakin asked, noticing your intrigued, hungry eyes. "Then watch." He caught you off guard, pressing you even harder against the desk, and without any warning, he entered you.

You let out a short, loud moan as you felt him slide into you practically the entire length without any warm-up. You didn't get to see him in full glory, but you felt that his size was above average, perhaps even a bit beyond your capabilities, but you were resilient. Anakin grabbed your thigh with his mechanical, gloved hand to give himself more room to position you as he pleased, bringing his face closer to yours. The deeper he delved into his movements within you, the more you felt him breathing heavily through clenched teeth. Your eyes were closed, and you felt him all over your body – he was charged like never before, and the more you realized it, the more beastly his movements became.

"Is this h-how you wanted to be filled?" he whispered into your ear, interrupting with each thrust. You couldn't answer – your voice was stuck in your throat, and all you could emit were your desperate moans. "Fuck… My little, slutty Padawan." he growled, increasing his pace, and with each deep thrust, your eyes rolled into back of your head. You thought that was a lot, but you were quickly surprised when one of his hands detached from your body and, without warning, grabbed a handful of your hair tightly. You moaned loudly as your neck tilted backward, and Anakin's pupils dilated, keenly observing your every reaction. The dose of pain excited both of you – the harder his hips pounded into you, the tighter his strong hand gripped at the base of your hair.

You felt yourself approaching the edge, your subdued moans transforming into screams, and sensing your impending climax, Anakin yanked you by the hair enough to bring your face close to his, starting to leave wet, messy kisses on your lips and cheeks. He tasted your tears of arousal, biting you without rhythm, and you drifted further, teetering on the edge of a begged climax. You screamed his name as he fucked you through your orgasm, and as it turned out, you weren't even halfway when his breath also became uneven and heavy. He growled and panted heavily into your ear as he came inside you, and your trembling bodies simultaneously tried to find balance, holding onto each other tightly. He didn't pull out for some time, first allowing himself a moment to catch his breath, still not letting go of your heated body. "Fuck…" he muttered under his breath as he finally pulled out of you slowly, and you immediately felt hopelessly empty. Your knees buckled beneath you as you lost the support you had on Anakin so far, but he was there to catch you and stabilize you. "Slowly…" he whispered, smiling at you with the corners of his mouth – his face was tired and sweaty, yet incredibly content. When he lifted you into the air, you were sure he would handle you gently, but in the end, you miscalculated because he threw you onto his bed with quite some force. You swallowed saliva and looked up at him when you were already sprawled on his soft sheets. Anakin had a cocky smirk on his face, and his eyes scanned every inch of your exhausted body. "Now you know where to come when you want to get fucked, huh?"

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eddiemuonson · 6 months

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"I'll be a good boy for you" - Anakin Skywalker x virgin!Reader

Summary: You've been dating Anakin for a while but you were still a virgin. He's willing to take his time and makes sure you're comfortable. Even though you're insecure about your body, he still praises you. Requested by @multifanderhatesai ♥️

Warnings: SMUT! Sex, cursing and fluffiness. 18+ DNI

Word count: 2.6k~

Anakin always had a way of being the most passionate person towards anyone he loved, and that included a very short list of people. He could be endearing but, at the same time, he would be the baddest person with his enemies.

Obviously he had a soft spot for you ever since you found him nearly dead during a fight. He was injured and beaten as fuck. The only way to take care of him was if he was unconscious. Because, the man being so impulsive and intense like he is, it would've been impossible.

When the Jedi woke up, he felt deep inside that you could be trusted. And then he started to protect you from everything and anything, he would sense if anything was troubling you. The man would give up fighting just to be next to you if you needed him.

Then again, he was pretty impulsive and that included being impulsively in love with you. He respected you in every way, he was a gentleman, caring and loving. He didn't even look like the Anakin Skywalker many people, Droid and planet feared.

You were coming back from a nice date outside Naboo, both of you being carried away by each other. The weather was perfect and you were having a great time. He took you back to his place, he was planning to sleep together, cuddle a little and snuggle.

It was a really good idea, but you were pretty nervous as you haven't had sex in your life. You've never had your first time before and you weren't sure you could be doing that anytime soon. Anakin didn't expect you to open up that easily with him, but he was slowly trying. He would never force you to do anything you didn't want.

He was always reassuring you should take your time. In fact, you couldn't wait anymore. The kisses would always start becoming sloppy, the heat between your legs were burning, and the man always had a hard bulge inside his pants.

The only thing you did that was honestly not too embarrassing was give him a blowjob. A mind-blowing, per se. You were just making it up for not fucking, and he loved it. He was afraid he would hurt you, or even make you feel uncomfortable. Many times he offered to eat you out but you refused, saying it wasn't something you were ready for.

You were actually scared. Mind saying that you were probably bursting into flames right now as he was pushing you against his door inside his house. Both of you locking tongues while pressing your hands on his curly hair. Anakin had his metal hand gripped tightly on your waist, the other one cupping your jaw.

And there it was again, the hard rock boner pressed against his clothes, begging to be freed. He was groaning against your mouth, thrusting against your hips, trapping you on the door.

You slowly pushed him and walked towards his bed, watching as he sat on the edge of the mattress. He stared at you, a little confused even, as you sat on his lap, legs resting on either side of his thighs.

As soon as you lean your forehead and nuzzle your noses together, you confess but your voice sounds too shaky. "I wanna do it".

He tries to gather your statement and holds your cheek in one of his hands. "Are you sure? You don’t have to do this if you’re scared. I love you no matter what". Your knees wobble and you know you're getting your pantie more wet with his words.

You just nodded, searching for his tongue in desperation, trying to undress him. He got rid of his tunic and you felt a lump in your throat. Fuck. God fucking dammit. Anakin owns washboard abs, they're perfectly shaped.

The scars make his skin look like heaven, his biceps are perfectly shaped. You start losing your mind at the sight. You've seen him shirtless a few times. But not like that, not right in front of you when you're about to lose your virginity.

You bite your lower lip and he smirks at you. He knows you are almost drooling at him. You pull him for another kiss as you feel his metal hand grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it away. You sure make it easier, your small but well rounded boobs aren't dressed with a bra and Anakin gets to feel his heart skip a beat.

"God, you're so, so beautiful" He melts into you and you blush. You're still not used to getting complimented by him all the time. "Your body is like a wonderland".

Have you watched yourself? You think.

Both chests heaving and bumping into each other. He can't stop looking at your chest and doesn't wait longer when he grabs both with his hands. Hissing at the touch, you almost feel his bulge twitching under you.

It's hard to process the action but it feels too good. It's gentle and lustful, even. He squeezes them slowly, gazing at them with his mouth hanging open. The Jedi looks at you for a second, only to ask for permission for him to try them in his mouth.

He doesn't have to promise it would be good, you can feel it is. The light, but wet touch of his mouth on one of your nipples makes you mewl and urge for more of that. Your sensitivity gives you shivers and it hardens when he makes circles around it.

Anakin uses his lips and his tongue on it, sucking on your skin in the most caring way, lingering with that one nipple inside his mouth. Clueless, you buckle your hips and thrust against his hardened cock and he grunts against your skin.

It just makes you feel dizzy, it turns your body into jelly. You grab a handful of his hair in one hand and pull him back for a kiss. This time, he grasps your lip between his teeth and suddenly growls.

"God, Ani. I need you to be inside me" You beg. You're at his mercy and he likes it. You didn't know where all this needy begging came from, but you're willing to try.

"You're so horny for me now, aren't you baby? I promise I'll be a good guy" His voice is husky and he's trying to keep it together. You just nodded.

He gestures for you to get up only for him to lay you down on the mattress, removing your sweatpants. Anakin does the same and watches as both of you are dressed up only with a piece of clothing between you. He hovers over you, planting soft kisses through your body, marking your skin with his teeth lightly.

You know you were too nervous to do that, but now you're just too turned on. He takes his time on the sloppy kisses, trailing a wet and long lick just behind your ear because he knows it's your sensitive spot.

You dig your nails on his shoulders, listening to his soft chuckle close to your ear, fanning the damp skin. He bites your jaw lightly, grasping both hands on your waist, waiting for you to allow him to undress you finally.

You don't see when he throws the fabric away. It catches you off guard when he presses his bulge against your cunt and it burns you inside. Both of you made a similar noise come out of your mouths. Anakin was never one to honestly show off his emotions to anyone but you. He knows he can be himself around you. But you've never seen him this open.

He kept thrusting against you over his underwear, a wet patch formed on the fabric started to rub against your swollen bud. God, who knows how long you would last when he finally starts fucking you. "You think you're ready, darling?".

You nod and he breaks the contact. You watch as he quickly looks for a condom in his drawer and works himself by getting rid of the last piece of clothing before dressing his cock. Thinking about it now, you've realized you should've done that before, because you know he respects you so much. You can barely hold yourself back from attacking his neck, collarbone, abs and especially his dick.

He looks so hot wrapping himself up and you know you have a slight dizziness at the sight. Before the Jedi leans above you, he places both hands on your thighs and slides towards you, rubbing his nose against yours. "I'll take your time, don't worry" He promises. You suddenly start getting nervous because you know it can hurt.

You know it can be painful no matter how gentle he is. You're just scared it won't be good and you won't feel the pleasure. He makes sure you're going to be ok when he holds your hand using his flesh hand. The other hand is holding his cock, pressing the tip on your entrance, barely touching it.

"Just let me know if it hurts. I'll stop" He places a soft kiss on your chin and aligns himself. He's not big, but he's not small. And he's kinda thick, but that's good. When he slides inside you, your walls start burning slightly.

"Hmmm" You mumble. It's a good sign for you, considering you were already expecting the worst. For him, it's like heaven.

"Fuck, you're too tight" Anakin heaves against your face, his tone barely above a whisper. He doesn't care, he's almost moaning for you.

His cock slides deeper and the discomfort makes you shift your position just a little. He almost pulls back when he realizes. "Does it hurt?".

You shake your head and giggle. "Just getting used to it". He nods, he takes his time and doesn't thrust against you. His cunt is also getting used to your warm, wet hole. It's so good he doesn't know if he's going to last long.

But he's willing to give you the best sex and make it memorable for you. Whilst he waits, he gives you a sloppy kiss, swirling his tongue around yours, breathing against your mouth.

You slide your hands down his spine and rock your hips against him and he responds back. His hips are slowly and gently buckling against yours, sliding in and out of you. He's craving for your cunt in such a filthy way, it makes him breathless. When you're finally used to it, he starts thrusting faster, hitting the one spot you've only had been touching with your fingers.

"Anakin" You gasp. He's resting his head on your chest, slurring sweet nothings while pressing his lips on your nipples.

He groans in response, his hips are hitting yours and the sound echoes around his room. You can still feel a faint pain from his size, but the pleasure takes over your entire body and you feel yourself burning inside.

He holds one of your thighs on his arm and it spreads your folds a little, giving him some space to move inside you without making you feel uncomfortable. You watch as he fucks you affectionately, his body is sweat and there are strands of sweaty hair falling on his face.

"You're doing good, my love" Anakin praises. He can barely speak from how much his cock is throbbing inside you and he doesn't disguise it.

He feels your hips rocking against his, mewling and moaning his name in a low tone. His sight is like heaven for him, the way your breasts bounce and your face flinches in pleasure is pure lust for him.

You feel when the Jedi squeezes one of your boobs and leans forward a little, still banging you like a gentleman. "Such a good girl, taking me so well for the first time" He teases, feeling your cunt clench at his words.

"Y-yes" You try to make sense but you're honestly so cockdrunk. He's hitting you faster, but still makes sure you're not uncomfortable or in pain. It feels so good you don't know why you haven't done it before.

You're feeling lightheaded, watching him thrusting against you, his curls falling over his eyes, his perfectly shaped body going back and forth savoring every inch of you. He leans forward and gives you kisses over your neck, your collarbones and your cheeks.

"Say my name again, darling" He whispers against your mouth and buries himself deep inside you. It rips a loud moan from you.

He speeds up his pace and you stare at his eyes, filled with bliss and lust. Eyes barely open as he takes you in and out. You still feel the burning sensation of his skin rubbing against yours, but everything else just makes it feel good after all. You struggle saying his name, he just smirks at you. It makes you flustered.

Taking your time, you start feeling the growing arousal through your veins, your hips start buckling harder and your cunt starts clenching around him. Your swollen clit felt like it was about to burst out, your hands started shaking in anticipation.

"Harder, please" You beg under your breath, hearing Anakin grunting with your kitty noise. He rocks further and harder, ripping a moan from your mouth.

The boy keeps it fast, but humble, and he hisses when you finally reach your release. You're shuddering under his body, fingers digging deep into his shoulders as you're trembling. You let him thrust until he can't hold it back anymore and he falls down above you.

"Fuck, that was so good" His voice breaks as he tries to composure himself. Breathing heavily, you watch him look at you in awe. "You did so great, darling".

Anakin grins widely at you, cupping your jaw with his metal hand before giving you an open mouthed kiss. You're finally coming down of your own ecstasy, your hands both grab his curls and fix them on the top of his head.

He takes a few minutes before pulling himself out of you, letting a painful hiss leave his mouth from the lack of touch. It makes you feel less discomfort after all, but it wasn't bad. You feel good, delighted. The Jedi makes sure he's gotten rid of the protection and gathers your clothes.

He gives you one of his shirts and holds you your pantie. You watch as he quickly dresses himself with new underwear, still holding a light smile on his face without even noticing. He lays down on your side and rests his head on his hand, placing his warm hand on your stomach.

"Everything okay? I didn't hurt you, right?" It sounds completely off to you. Especially when he's out there killing mercilessly and not giving a fuck about what the others thought of him.

"Mister Skywalker playing nice in bed and a menace at war. Who would've thought?" You taunt him and he scrunches his face in a faint laugh.

"You like a menace, don't you?" He teases you, rubbing his calloused fingers against your skin. "I take it you're doing good".

You nod, in lack of response to watching him being all gentle and all after a little roughness in bed. It's not weird, although it's the first time you've been this close and intimate.

"More than good, my Jedi Knight" You peck his plump lips and smile.

"I'm always gonna be a good boy for you. Only for you" He grips his fingertips on your thighs and it makes you shiver. "Jesus, you're still recovering from your first time and already want a second round?" He mocks.

Sometimes you forget he can sense those things. And he knows the effect he has on you too. "You definitely are a menace".

He doesn't assault you or roll you in bed expecting you to fuck again. He just nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck and keeps petting you, lingering on your skin, savoring your smell.

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My Very Soul (Chapter 33)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 32

Warnings: grief!! depression!!! tread lightly!! things will get better, our girl will heal, but please engage with this only if you feel good/healthy yourself! also, drama/angst, but that's what you get from me

Summary: Anakin comforts you after the death of your Master; you wrestle with some difficult truths, and agree to train with someone new

Word Count: 2.7k

It was heavy. There was no other way to explain it. Your grief was a heavy pillow, suffocating you as you lay in your bed. You felt like the sheets might swallow whole you under the weight. The feel of Anakin's arms around you faded in the face of the soft, quiet, heavy feeling pressing on you. It was like being underwater. It was like trying to fight wind stronger than a hurricane. It pushed you down, and you felt like you had no strength to fight against it.

You'd awoken after Felucia in the Temple's medical chamber, Anakin at your side. You had no memory of anything that had happened after Yuma had been killed, and you didn't understand why Anakin looked so full of relief, why he had tears in his eyes at the sight of you. Obi-Wan had simply explained that you had lost consciousness, similar to the way you had when encountering Dooku's presence. Something in Anakin's face told you that it wasn't quite that simple.

Still, you couldn't find it in yourself to care, much, about what had happened after your Master had been taken from you. You couldn't find it in yourself to care about anything at all, other than the arms that remained around you, other than having Anakin by your side. You found that there were times when even that desire started to fade; when you felt the heaviness pressing in and lost any feeling at all.

"Y/N," Anakin whispered, shaking your arm a little, reaching over to run his fingers gently through your thick hair, pushing it away from your face. Every so often he would say something like this, something soft and gentle, like he were trying to make sure you could still hear him.

"I'm here," you replied, not looking at him, but reaching out and gripping his sleeve. Anakin brushed away the tears that fell softly and steadily out of your eyes and onto the sheets of the big bed in your Jedi apartment, situated in the Knight's Billet in the Temple. This is where you had remained for days, barely moving, barely sleeping or eating, struggling to fight the weight in order to keep breathing.

After you had left the medical chambers, you had recounted to the Council how Vyra had lured you into that cave, how she had manipulated the severity of the battle on Felucia and used the Sith dwelling to call to you in order to trap you and 'torture' you. You had told them what she had said of her reason for doing so, her grudge that she had held since you had been assigned your mission on Serenno. You had explained what she had recounted about Dooku and his mysterious "Master"; you'd noticed that Yoda and Windu had shared a look at that information. You couldn't bring yourself to care, at the moment, what that meant. You had struggled for breath, standing in the center of that circle of Jedi atop the tall tower, as you had recounted the last moments of Yuma's life: how she had been in the throes of a horrible vision, caused by the poison that made her live through her worst fears. You could barely get the words out when you described Vyra killing your Master, and taking her lightsaber. Obi-Wan had stood up to walk you out, his hand on your back the whole way back to your apartment, his face grim. You hadn't emerged since.

"Y/N," Anakin said again, stroking your face, your arm. "You need to eat something." You shook your head. The thought of moving at all, let alone eating, drinking, sounded too hard. You felt the heaviness pressing in on you.

"I love you," Anakin said again, and the agony in his presence was like a spark, a stabbing pain that brought you out of the heavy feeling, if only for a moment. Your eyes filled, again, with tears.

"I know," you whispered, looking into his eyes.

"I'll be here with you," Anakin said, reaching forward to kiss your eyelids, brushing the tears away with the gentle press of his lips. "I won't let them make me leave."

"You can't stay forever, Ani," you sighed, curling into him, wishing your words weren't true.

"I won't—"

Anakin cut off his words, feeling the same disturbance in the Force that made your senses heighten. Someone was coming.

A soft knock sounded on the door of the apartment. You and Anakin both looked at each other, sensing the presence that stood outside.

"Maybe he'll leave," you breathed into Anakin's ear, not moving. Anakin remained still, listening. You waited, holding your breath.

"Y/N," you heard, Obi-Wan's soft voice calling through the door as he knocked again. If he came into the apartment, it would only take a few steps past the kitchen for him to see through the open bedroom door, where he would find you and Anakin in bed together—

"What do we do?" you whispered, panicked, your eyes widening. Numb with grief you may be; but if you and Anakin were caught, it could risk your position in the Order. Anakin's eyes darted around, and landed on the tiny wardrobe built into the wall. Jedi Knights were granted little storage space, as they were not to keep possessions of their own.

"Anakin, he'll sense you!" you whispered frantically, but Anakin was already up and running in his boxers to the wardrobe. He sucked in his gut and used the force to close the wardrobe's doors as you heard Obi-Wan's voice sound again from outside the door.

"Y/N, I'm coming in," Obi-Wan said, his voice gentle and suppliant. You pulled yourself up in your bed, fighting against the heaviness in your limbs as you used the Force to summon your robe, hastily throwing it on over your nightgown as the door to your apartment opened and Obi-Wan stepped inside.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," Obi-Wan said as he walked forward to stand in the open door of your bedroom. You knew you probably looked like Moraband; you hadn't visited the refresher in days, and your hair was a tangled mess on your head. You felt Obi-Wan's thoughts linger on the dark circles under your eyes.

"That's all right, Master," you replied, your voice hoarse. Obi-Wan walked forward and pulled the chair near the window around so that it was facing you. You gulped as he turned, looking back to you as if to ask, may I ? You nodded, gesturing that he should sit. Obi-Wan had never been inside your apartment before—his presence startled you enough that you felt the heavy numbness backing away from you.

"I came to bring you this," Obi-Wan said, leaning forward in the chair and pulling something from the pocket of his robes. As he reached out to hand it to you, you sighed in amazement.

"How...?" you asked, leaning forward to take your lightsaber from him and gripping it. You felt each familiar divot of the hilt like you had found an old friend lost to time; you felt the ghosts of tears prickle behind your eyes, and you willed them away.

"I recovered it for you, on Felucia," Obi-Wan responded quietly. "When you were found, in that cave." His tone was careful, quiet, and solemn. "I wanted to return it to you before, but...it seemed a difficult enough moment." You thought back to facing the Council, to the whirlwind of emotions you'd faced upon waking up here, in the Temple, without your Master, for the first time in your life.

"Thank you," you managed to get out, looking back up at him and keeping your tears at bay. He simply nodded. You looked around, feeling awkward, working to keep your gaze anywhere but on the wardrobe behind Obi-Wan's back.

"I also..." Obi-Wan started, and you met his gaze, his face lit by the rays of sun streaming in through the partially closed blinds. "I am also here because I wanted to make a proposition to you."

You squinted, gripping your robe around yourself, inclining your head to indicate that he should continue.

"You are, of course, under no obligation to do so..." Obi-Wan started, rubbing his hands over his mustache and through his beard. "But...I know how important it was to Yuma that you work on your ability, to block out the presences of the Sith." At these words, your heart dropped. The weight came back in full force, pushing you down. It was an effort to keep yourself seated, to not lay back into the sheets and give in to the heaviness that pressed into you. You swallowed, nodding. "I would like to continue your training, in that regard," Obi-Wan said, watching you intently, his voice soft. "Not to pick up where Yuma left off, necessarily. But to work to make sure you are fully in control of your abilities...so that, when the time comes that you must protect yourself, you are as prepared as you can be. I would like to do everything in my power to help you."

You struggled to breathe evenly, working the air in and out of your lungs. You knew that Obi-Wan meant well—that he was trying to show care for you, and for Yuma, by offering to help. And you knew you needed the help, knew now that your susceptibility to the dark side of the Force was a liability. So you couldn't help but hear the unspoken truth behind Obi-Wan's words—that it was your fault, what had happened on Felucia. That if you had made more progress in your lessons with Yuma, she would still...

Be here, you finished in your head, your eyes welling up against your will. You didn't need Obi-Wan to tell you. You knew the truth. You knew who was responsible for Yuma's death.

"Y/N," Obi-Wan started, leaning forward like he wanted to do something to comfort you, but you shook your head, letting the tears fall.

"I'll do it," you said, pushing against the heaviness. "I'll train with you." It was all you could manage. Obi-Wan paused, as if debating, then leaned back in his chair, putting his hand down.

"Good," Obi-Wan replied, his voice contemplative. "I'd like to start right away, given that the war has made it so my time at the Temple is limited. Tomorrow?" You nodded, looking away from him, your face flushed at your embarrassment. You'd never cried in front of Obi-Wan, and you didn't like it—you didn't want to feel weak around him, the Jedi who was always so very much in control. Until recently, you'd thought of yourself and Obi-Wan as similar souls, similar warriors who kept their emotions in check. You now realized that you were useless in more ways than one, that people like Obi-Wan would always surpass you. You wanted to go back to sleep.

"The last thing..." Obi-Wan continued, his voice unnervingly gentle. "I wanted to tell you," he said, leaning forward in his chair, waiting until you looked up to meet his gaze, "that you aren't alone. Though I know that no one and nothing could ever replace what Yuma was to you—to all of us—I want you to know that you still have family, here. That you still have a mentor that cares for you deeply." You blinked, the brazen affection in this statement disarming you.

"And that if you ever need to discuss anything," Obi-Wan continued, "anything, even things that you wouldn't bring to others in the Order, you can come to me. Whenever you need." You could have sworn Obi-Wan glanced infinitesimally toward the wardrobe, but it was so fast, you must have been imagining it.

"Thank you, Obi-Wan," you said, your voice small, your gratitude sincere. You felt so much affection and adoration for the Jedi Master sitting in front of you. You wished only that his faith in you wasn't so displaced. You felt your body shaking, the effort of pushing off the weight beginning to wear on you.

"That's all," Obi-Wan said, smiling at you as he stood, walking toward the door. "I'll expect you in the meditation chambers tomorrow." You nodded, feeling drained. "Don't—don't be unkind to yourself," Obi-Wan added, pausing in the bedroom doorway to turn back to you. "All of this is hard enough as it is." You nodded again, wondering how he could sense what you were thinking so accurately. Obi-Wan turned away, striding for the door to the apartment.

You listened as the front door slid shut, waiting, your heart beating. He didn't return. You sank back into your pillows, pulling the robe around you in a cocoon as you heard the wardrobe door slide open.

Anakin didn't say anything as he lay down next to you, pulling your whole body and cradling it in his arms, burying his face in your hair.

"Training might be a good thing," Anakin whispered, in a tone like he was trying to sound optimistic. You pulled yourself closer to him, your body quivering as if you were cold. You felt the tears at the edge of your eyes again, felt the quivers turn into quiet sobs.

"I'm here," Anakin said, kissing your head and stroking your back. "I'm here." What else could he say? Everything certainly wasn't okay. You tried in vain to calm the sobs, but they continued. Whenever you fought the numbness enough to stave it off, this was what happened. It was, in some ways, worse to feel.

"I should have been there," Anakin said vengefully, his voice shaky, "I shouldn't have left you." You inhaled, quickly, another sob breaking out of you.

"Are you saying—are you saying that you could have prevented it?" You pulled back in Anakin's arms, looking him in the face, your eyes wide. "That it's my fault, that she's...that she's...?" you felt your body continue to shake. Unfamiliar anger pulsed through you, the bitter anger that was only self-directed. You needed somewhere to put it. Nothing made sense, anymore. Your brain turned to fire.

"No, of course—no, Y/N, of course that's not—" Anakin started, alarmed, gripping your arms as you pulled farther away from him.

"You don’t have to say that, because I already know!" you replied, shouting now, as you pulled yourself out of the bed, standing before him. Anakin was on his feet immediately, his arms outstretched for you, but you backed away. "I know what happened is my fault entirely!! If I hadn’t—choked—if I had just listened—"

"Y/N, no, no, that's not it, no, listen to me, that's not..."

"You heard Obi-Wan," you continued, sobbing again. "And you said it yourself. Yuma was right. I was a liability, and because of me, my Master is dead."

"Y/N!" Anakin was shouting now, reaching out for you again, but you pushed him away, backing into the corner of your bedroom and sinking to the floor.

"Just leave," you choked, closing your eyes, feeling the world around you start to sway. "Just go." The world was starting to fade.

"Y/N," Anakin said gently, moving toward you slowly, his arms outstretched like he was approaching a loose rancor. "Y/N, it isn't your fault. None of it was your fault. I didn't think that for one second, and neither does Obi-Wan."

"Just leave," you repeated, softly, your sobs coming freely now. You didn't deserve to be comforted. You wanted to descend into oblivion. You were starting to lose the feeling in your legs, in your arms. You looked around, but saw that your vision was blurring over.

"I can't do that," Anakin murmured softly, and you felt his hands prying at your arms. You hadn't realized you'd been gripping your knees so tightly. You started to breathe quickly. "Look at me, Y/N," Anakin whispered, and you looked around, frantic now, your eyes clouded, unable to see. "Come back to me," Anakin breathed into your ear, and you blinked, his face swimming into view.

"I can't ever leave you," Anakin said, pulling you into his arms right there on the floor. You wanted to reply. You wanted to tell him that you couldn't ever leave him, either. You wanted to promise that the two of you would be together forever. But the world had changed, when Yuma had been taken from you. Or, you had changed. You now knew that everyone, no matter how much you loved them, would someday vanish. You didn't understand it—how one day, someone could be so very real, and the next, they could be gone. And Anakin would vanish, someday, too. You leaned into him, feeling how very real and alive he felt, with his arms around you. You felt the heaviness descend as you wept.

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idontknowwhattoputasmyusernameee · 7 months

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Intimidation

Word Count: 3K

Pairing: rots!Anakin x fem!reader

Warnings: none just fluff, but let me know if I've missed anything.

A/N: I have had this sitting for so long and I've been itching to post it. It is my very first imagine, so we'll see how this does. Probably have many more to come.

He was intimidating.

There was something about him that was hard to place.

The way he looked was something out of a fairytale; his eyes were hard and steely, his jawline strong and sharp, his lips pink and pouty. He moved with confidence in the room, his steps controlled yet graceful. His presence seemed to demand respect from those around him.

He was definitely attractive.

Too attractive to be a Jedi.

You felt a heavy, electric pressure on the side of your face. Every time you tried to sneak a peek at him from the corner of your eye, he would be looking downward or up towards the ceiling, avoiding any kind of eye contact.

You tried to ignore the magnetic pull of Anakin's gaze, but it was impossible. Every time his eyes met yours, you felt a wave of heat wash over you and your heart seemed to skip a beat. You knew deep down that this couldn't be real, that perhaps your infatuation with him was causing you to imagine things that weren't really there.

Mace Windu's deep voice cut through the daydream,“That's all for today," he said firmly. He gave you all a slight nod. “May the force be with you,” he added before turning away.

You stood up stretching your aching limbs. You hated these debriefings, feeling drained after every one. A quick glance showed the faces of the Jedi Knights in the room were heavy too, etched with fatigue. Reports flashed on the hologram in the middle of the room, grim reminders that loss and death had become unavoidable realities in this war and there was no end in sight.

Not something you would want to hear at eight in the morning. You were just glad that you had the day off, so a nap sounded like an amazing idea.

The crowd around you began to surge forward, and you were soon engulfed in a sea of people, all jostling for the exit. Suddenly, your foot caught on something and you stumbled, throwing out your arms as you tumbled forward, into the broad chest of a large man. He caught you quickly, his grip strong and sure.

As you started to apologize, you looked up into the face of none other than Anakin Skywalker himself. He was standing there holding your arm, smiling kindly.

"Careful there," he teased, you felt his fingers slowly slid from your forearm to your shoulders to steady you.

A flush crept up your cheeks as you tried to look away, the intensity of his cerulean eyes too much to bear. You were suddenly acutely aware of the sound of your own breathing and the warmth radiating from his body.

You avoided eye contact, mumbled an apology, and scurried away from him as you felt your face heat up. You tried to disappear into the background but could feel his piercing gaze burning a hole in your back.

Anakin Skywalker, the Jedi Knight renowned for his exceptional piloting skills and his connection to the Force, had always intrigued you. From afar, you had admired his bravery and determination, but up close, his presence was overwhelming. His mere gaze sent shivers down your spine, and his captivating smile left you momentarily breathless.

It was safe to say that Anakin Skywalker intimidated you.

…

The Jedi library was a grand room, encompassing almost an entire section of the temple. Shelves adorned with ancient manuscripts, scrolls, and books lined the walls; each tome a repository of knowledge from across the galaxy. The scents of parchment paper and aged ink filled the air, while glowstones illuminated the space in a soft, ethereal light. Tables were arranged in circular clusters like small islands in a sea of knowledge, beckoning exploration. It was as if all the secrets of the universe had been contained within these walls, offering solace and tranquility for those who sought it.

And yet...

There had been another encounter earlier in the afternoon.

It embarrassed you to no end how awkward you were with the man. But something about him made you freeze, run away, and hide.

Earlier before coming to the library you had just left the meditation chambers, relaxed and fully focused for whatever study sesh you were diving into. Stepping into the elevator , you hit the button for the ground level. Not even two seconds later a voice called out to you.

“Hold it for me please.” The voice, you recognized to be Anakin’s called out for you.

Maybe it was a slip of your finger, or the instinct to run away. Whatever it was, the doors closed right in Anakin’s face.

The moment you realized what you had done you let out a sigh of frustration. What was wrong with you? Why couldn’t you just be normal?

Now the situation was eating you up inside as you flipped each dusty page of one of the thousands of books in the library. The frown on his face engraved in your mind. He probably thought you were a freak.

You groaned into your hands, earning a shush from other people around you.

“What’s got you in such a sour mood?” A female voice suddenly questioned, causing you to jump slightly.

Ashoka Tano stood above you a brow raised at your stressed out figure. Although she was barely sixteen and you nineteen, the two of you were very good friends.

“Kriff Ashoka, why are you in here? Aren’t you banned from the library?” You questioned.

She rolled her eyes,”Actually it was a one year ban, and not that it matters but it was mostly Anakin’s fault.”

“Right, he knocked half of the shelves down and destroyed a quarter of the ancient language books.” You snickered.

“He started it !” She exclaimed defensively.

“Shh!” You whispered harshly. “Keep your voice down, unless you want to get banned again.”

“Okay okay,” she whispered back,”what are you working on?”

“Master Yoda asked me to give a quick rundown on a newly charted planet, so far I haven’t really found anything worth mentioning.” You answered, flipping open another book.

“Boo, sounds boring,” she said, with a mischievous gleam in her eye. She grabbed your wrist and tugged you up from the chair. “Let’s go get lunch.”

“Right now?” You asked in shock.

“Yes now, I heard they’re serving pasta.”

Your eyes widened with excitement and you leaned forward, intrigued. "What kind of pasta?"

A mischievous grin spread across her face and she ticked off on her fingers, "Lasagna, fettuccine Alfredo, spaghetti carbonara..."

“Alright I’m sold,”you grabbed her hand,”let’s go.”

…

“Then he had the audacity to ask me if I’ve been paying attention,” Ashoka shook her head,”The nerve.”

“Mmm,” You hummed in agreement,”Well were you?” you asked, taking a sip of blue milk.

She gave you a coy smile,”Well…I was staring at Enzo's ferociously large biceps.”

You choked on your drink, taken aback by the words that slipped out of her mouth.

Ashoka gently rested her hand on your back and gave a few light pats as you coughed. She smiled with amusement,"Oh look, how convenient."

She pointed over to Anakin who had just walked into the cafeteria. His eyes swept across the room, then stopped when they met yours. He started walking towards you with a determined stride. You felt all the air in your lungs disappear, and your stomach seemed to somersault inside of you. Every step he took felt like an eternity as his gaze stayed locked on yours.

You felt your heart hammering in your chest and a wave of nausea fill your stomach. As every ounce of common sense told you to bolt away from the table, you were physically unable to move anything except for your hands, which trembled as your fingers tightened on the edge of the table.

What was happening to you?

“Sorry I took so long, I got caught up in conversation with Master Mundi," Anakin sighed heavily, sitting down across from you and Ashoka. "Also the elevator took a while ,” he added, looking directly at you.

You almost went into another coughing fit.

“Master, what a nice surprise,” Her face then broke into a mischievous grin. “You remember Y/N, right Anakin?”

Your cheeks flushed red as he looked your way.

“Of course,” he said smoothly. “How have you been Y/N?”

You smiled politely, “Good.”

“Y/N was just about to-"

"Leave, actually," you interrupted her.Your plate was still mostly full, but you couldn't bear the tension and discomfort that had already set in. You didn't dare meet Anakin's gaze again, and instead busied yourself with gathering your things.

Ashoka shot you a confused look, but didn't try to stop you as you stood up from the table.

Anakin looked taken aback, but recovered quickly. "Oh, alright. See you around, then," he said with a small smile.

"Uh, yeah. See you." You managed to squeeze out the words before practically sprinting out of the cafeteria.

Once outside, you leaned against the closest wall and took deep breaths to steady yourself. You couldn't believe how much power Anakin Skywalker had over you - a mere acquaintance at best. You had never been so thrown off balance by anyone before.

...

With your overthinking mind, you had concluded that they were playing a prank on you. It was probably your sleep deprived mind or your coffee addiction that fueled this thinking. But, Anakin and Ashoka were up to something.

Every time you showed up to see Ashoka, she would beam from ear to ear and let out an excited, “Oh, Anakin’s here!” You could feel your cheeks flush as the Jedi Knight appeared and you scrambled to come up with a plausible excuse to leave.

Even when you weren't with Ashoka, he would somehow be conveniently around you. It was as if he were seeking you out.

No matter where she went, Anakin seemed to materialize out of thin air. In the vast hallways, as soon as he appeared at the corner she'd quickly turn around and hurry in the opposite direction. When walking around the temple grounds, there he was again; standing tall against the rising sun, his features illuminated by a solitary ray of light.

It's been two weeks, and quite frankly you were starting to become exhausted with this charade or whatever thing this was.

The only places where you could find solitude were your quarters and the library.

So that's were you found yourself today, in the Temple Library.

Your fingers were tangled in your hair, which fell wildly around your face. Crisp pages of books lay open amongst a scattering of pens and highlighters on the table.

Two hands slammed in front of you, making you look up. You jumped in surprise.

“Alright spill,"Ashoka demanded with impatience.

“Spill what?” You tried to act nonchalant.

Ashoka rolled her eyes, “You know what. Why are you avoiding Anakin?"

“I’m not avoiding him,”You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, looking away from the other girl.

"Not what I heard," she countered, folding her own arms, matching you stance. When the silence continued, she sighed,” Y/N, I know you like him."

You stared blankly at Ashoka with disbelief clear in your stare. She knew. Of course she knew. It was so obvious.

"Plus he's been whining to me for the past couple of weeks."

"Whining?" You repeated, taken aback.

Ashoka nodded, "Yeah, he's been complaining about how you've been avoiding him like the plague. He thinks you hate him or something." Her voice grew n octave lower, trying to imitate him,"Does she not like me? Am I being too forward? Did I do something wrong?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Anakin Skywalker whining to Ashoka about you.

"I don't hate him," you finally admit. "I just...don't know how to act around him."

"You act the same way you always do," Ashoka shrugged. "He's just a person,Y/N. It pains me to say it but... a really attractive person." she made a quiet gagging noise.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but feel a small flutter in your chest at her words.

"Just talk to him," she encouraged. "I promise he's not that scary."

"Alright," you nodded,"I'll try."

...

This was not what you were expecting. You hoped to corner him in one of the many hallways, but instead you were stuck with him and Ashoka in an elevator.

"How long has it been?" Anakin asked.

"Five minutes,"Ashoka answered.

The air inside was starting getting thick from all of the carbon dioxide being exhaled from your lungs. You shifted uncomfortably, finding yourself caught between Anakin and Ashoka. The small space felt too intimate, and you could feel Anakin’s eyes on you even if you refused to look his way.

"Alright, I've had it," Ashoka quickly stood up, igniting one of her sabers to cut a large enough hole to jump through. "I'm going to get help, be right back."

"Ashoka!" Anakin yelled,"That's not smart."

But she ignored him, jumping above the elevator and vanishing out of sight.

You had just been left alone in an elevator with Anakin Skywalker. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you couldn't help but wonder if this had all been a setup. Ashoka's sudden exit made it feel like an ambush, as if the two of them had planned to leave you alone together.

The silence between the two of you was agonizingly uncomfortable. You couldn't bring yourself to look at Anakin, so you kept your gaze trained straight ahead.

"So," Anakin finally broke the silence. "You've been avoiding me."

You bit your lip, unsure of how to respond. It wasn't like you could tell him that he made you nervous just by existing.

"I haven't been avoiding you," you lied, feeling guilty for not being truthful.

Anakin let out a small laugh, "Right. Because turning around and walking the other way every time you see me is totally normal."

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. He had noticed after all.

"I'm sorry," you finally admitted. "I don't know what to say around you."

Anakin turned to face you, his expression softening,"That's alright."

"I've been meaning to talk to you actually,"you started, finding a sudden burst of courage. "I um... well Ashoka said that, you..."

He waited patiently, raising an eyebrow in encouragement. You took a deep breath before continuing.

"Ashoka said that you might have feelings for me," you blurted out, feeling your face heat up even more at the admission.

"Well its about time you noticed,"he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I've been waiting weeks for you to figure it out."

Even though you knew it to be true, you couldn't help the wave of shock that passed over you at his confession. You had never expected Anakin Skywalker to have feelings for someone like you.

"So you do like me?" you stupidly asked.

He laughed, his eyes lighting up in a way that made you feel like you were the only person in the galaxy. "Of course I like you," he said, slowly stepping towards you. "Was it not obvious?"

You felt your heart beating faster as Anakin drew closer, finally standing right in front of you. You could smell the musky scent of his cologne and it sent shivers down your spine.

"I never realized," you admitted sheepishly, feeling ashamed for not noticing something so obvious."I honestly thought it was some cruel joke."

His smile was soft and warm as his hand reached up to slowly smooth a piece of your hair out of the way.

"Do you like me," he softly asked,the intensity in his eyes making it hard to form coherent thoughts.

You nodded your head, unable to find words as you stared up at him. His hand trailed down from your hair and cupped the side of your face gently, bringing it closer to his own.

"Can I kiss you," he whispered,his breath hot against your skin. Your heart was beating wildly and you could feel the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Please," you breathed out, barely louder than a whisper.

His lips brushed against yours tentatively, hesitantly testing the waters. You closed your eyes and parted your lips slightly, giving into his advances. A tingling sensation rippled all throughout your body. It was almost electric as you ran your hands through his short curls, his fingers curling around the back of your neck. He pulled you closer to deepen the kiss, and it only fueled your desire.

Every inch of your body was on fire as Anakin's hands started trailing up and down your sides, sending shivers through you.

You could feel his need for you in the way he kissed you - a sense of urgency and raw hunger that made it clear this was not just any ordinary kiss.

As the intensity grew, so did your own desire rippling through your veins like an inferno. The air around you felt electric with attraction as if nothing else mattered in that moment except for each other.

You broke apart gasping for breath, Anakin's voice husky as he spoke quietly into the space between you. "I've been wanting to do that since I first met you."

A dazed smile broke out on your face,"Me too."

A loud bang from outside drew both of your attentions away.

"Alright lovebirds, I'm busting you out." Ashoka yelled from the other side.

The loud groaning from the metal doors echoed throughout the elevator. Revealing the light from the hallways on the other side.

"Alright come on out,"Ashoka yelled, hidden and out of sight.

Anakin made one last move, kissing your cheek, your nose, and lastly a longing kiss on your forehead before leaving the elevator.

He paused looking back with a smirk,"Until next time."

Feeling the warmth radiating from his parting words, you smiled and watched him disappear into the hallway.

"Well, well, well,"Ashoka said with a grin as you stepped out of the elevator. "Looks like someone had a good time in there."

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up on your cheeks."Shut up."

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awritesthings1 · 1 year

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Anakin Skywalker Masterlist

One Shots

You're Beautiful, and I'm Insane (smut) Betrayal and reparations.

Shifting Gears Awkward teen crushes and tension.

When it's Time to Go Near death experiences and hurt/comfort.

The Other Woman Jealousy and confessions.

The Midas Effect Royals and time travel. Complete. Part 1 | Part 2

Series

How to Disappear - ao3

Force ghosts, angst and memory loss. Complete.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Epilogue Here, there, and everywhere (BONUS!)

Headcanons

Padawan

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 7 months

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The Subtleties of the Force

You are from this world, but at a convetion you stumble into the world between worlds, eventually falling into the Star Wars galaxy. Slow burn Anakinxreader content due to reader trying to keep the timeline straight. This is a long one, as I had put all chapters below so strap in. Begins at the start of AOTC Fem reader, I hope you enjoy.

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The convention hall was packed with people and you had somehow gotten separated from your group of friends. Well you say friends but really they were work colleagues and you were sure they had only invited you to make up the numbers for the cheap tickets. You didn't really care, you'd wanted to get to the convention, especially as some of your favourite actors would be there and this seemed like the only way. Figuring they'd ditched you on purpose you decided you'd make the most of the day and just meet them at the bus that evening. That was how you had found yourself wondering the rooms one by one. In a corridor lined with blue carpets and yellow walls you saw a plaque. Starwars merchandise. Awesome you thought, exactly what you had come here for. Moving closer you wondered why no one else was there but decided it simply put out of place and other people hadn't found it yet. The door handle is hot when you take hold of it. A rush of wind hits you as you enter the darkened room. This wasn't right. The plaque must have been put there by mistake; there was nothing here. You feel around with your hands when you see a small line of light appear around your feet. Like water rippling away from your steps. Then a voice calls to you, not to you but it's calling out and you recognise it. Maybe it's one of your coworkers and you rush forward searching for anything. The only light was around your feet until you saw it. Like a screen on a wall you saw you see a flash of a tunic and a blue light spinning. Keeping your breath as quiet as possible you step forward watching as Obi-Wan Kenobi trains Anakin Skywalker. You worry that you've stumbled on a secret screening. Without thinking about what you were doing you reach your hand close to the scene and whisper Anakin's name. Both men turn to you. Their eyes locked on yours.

"What on earth is that?" The older Jedi asks. Your heart starts to race.

"Hello there?" He speaks with a cautious smile.

"Hello." You whisper still not sure if they were speaking to you.

"Perhaps you should come down off the ceiling?" Anakin said, stepping forward and reaching toward you. His master taps his shoulder, keeping him from approaching.

"We should practise some restrain here, my Padawan."

"But look at her master, she needs our help." Anakin steps past his master and reaches up to you. His hand comes so close to you. You are sure you can smell the sweet air of the training room. Panic sets in and you turn on your heel running away. Surely the door was this way. Another screen appears and you see the two men once more, they are on a frozen planet. They see you again, and once more they call to you. You run.

It happened again screen, Jedi, panic running four more times it happens until you turn blindly, your heartbeat thumping in your throat and you trip. Falling forward into a body. The darkness is gone, replaced by a stark brightness. You feel a hard object below you and hear the 'oof' as hands take hold of your shoulders.

"You're here?" The voice says, pulling your attention back to what was happening. Looking up you see you had crashed directly into Anakin Skywalker.

"Master! She is here." He called out and Obi-Wan ran onto the balcony.

"It's been a year, and you're finally here. Actually here." The padawan continues.

"What? Where am I?" You ask pushing away from him and looking for a way out.

"Stop. Please stop."

You can't help but comply to the masters voice. You'd spent your whole life listening to it. You stand still, your back to them.

"I don't know what's happening." You say quietly.

"Shall we start with your name?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Y/n" you say, turning toward them. No, no, looking at them is worse somehow, but you don't turn away.

"I'm Obi-Wan-"

"Kenobi, I know and you're Anakin Skywalker." You interrupt him.

"Why can't I read you?" Anakin rushes the words out. You shake your head.

"You're right Anakin, you aren't giving off any signs of Force."

"This is a joke right? Are you being paid to do this? A TV show?" You ask, backing yourself against the wall.

"We're Jedi, we do not get paid to do anything." Anakin says.

"Perhaps we should take you to the council, they may understand what is happening better than us." Obi-Wan says.

"You're not on the council yet?" You ask, looking at the red haired man.

"You are a strange one. Will you come with us?" He points to the door and you nod. The master walks forward taking the lead and Anakin falls in behind you. To your surprise you emerge into a large hallway, the floor is silky smooth and the walls made of brown pillars. This was much more than a joke.

"Is this all real?" You ask, more to yourself than to the two men.

"Well we think so." Obi-Wan laughs.

You feel like a prisoner as they walk on either side of you. Wishing you could run and hide, though you knew they would know this building better than you and if they really are Jedi they'd catch you instantly.

The doors to the council room loomed over you as you waited, your heartbeat began to race again and your chest started to tighten. The palms of your hands felt clammy. You knew this feeling, you'd had it plenty of times before. This was the start of a panic attack.

"I don't, I don't want to go in there." You say, though your voice is hardly more than a whisper. Both men hear you and turn to you.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Obi-Wan asks, resting a hand on your shoulder. The touch shocks your body and you turn, running before your mind catches up with what you are doing. You run as fast as your legs can take you, turning a corner and flopping into a darkened corner. You faigley hear Obi-Wan tell Anakin to check a different way to him and pull your knees up closer to your body, trying to hide yourself.

You feel him in front of you first, his presence is heavy, but it lightens your chest.

"Hey, y/n. You're fast, faster than us." He laughs, crouching down to your height. You slowly look up to him.

"How, you have the force run?" You ask.

"Force run." He breaths out, through your panicked mind his voice is familiar and it soothes you.

"I know this place can be scary, I came here when I was nine. The council were pretty harsh but they mean well." He is trying to comfort you.

"I know, I know what they said to you, but I'm not you Anakin, I'm not the chosen one or even a Jedi I'm just me. I'm not even from this place." You ramble

"This place, you mean this planet? Where are you from, how do you know what they said to me?" Anakin asked.

"I, where I'm from you're…all of this is a story, just a story. It's not real." You speak through your panting breath.

"Not real? I'm as real as you can get." Anakin took your hand bringing it up to his chest.

"You see? That my heartbeat, I'm real, you can feel that."

God, why was he being so nice to you when he doesn't know you?

"This is a bit much." You say finally meeting his blue eyes.

"I have an idea, maybe they'll let you speak to just one of them, to start with. In light of…well. We can ask." You nod and allow Anakin to pull you up to your feet. You finally take the time to look at him, his hair is cut short with a braid hanging down behind his right ear. The hand that is holding yours is flesh. You check the other, both flesh. So this is before the fight with Dooku.

"That is a good idea, my Padawan. I shall speak to them, you stay with our new friend here." Obi-Wan spoke walking up behind Anakin. Once more you fall between the two men and your breathing slows to somewhat normal.

The doors to the council room are still intimidating but having Anakin standing beside you as Obi-Wan slips inside makes you feel less apprehensive.

A few moments pass before the older man peeks his head back through the doors.

"Master Yoda and Windu are waiting for you." He announces. Master Yoda would be easy to speak to but Windu. You had seen how he treated Anakin in the movies and it made you nervous.

"Come in." Anakin puts his hand on the small of your back guiding you into the room. The scene before looked exactly how it was in the movie, a circle of red chairs surrounded by windows. Obi-Wan stepped to the middle of the room, with you and Anakin following him.

"Begin, we shall, at the start Master Kenobi." Yoda said, part of you wanted to giggle hearing him actually speak and not be CGI or a puppet.

"Around a year ago, Anakin and I were training on the south Balcony, we saw y/n looking back at us, through a window of sorts. She was gone too quickly for us to get any information. We have seen her again several times and each time y/n appeared surrounded by darkness, as if she was somewhere between her world and ours. This morning y/n literally fell out of the sky and onto my Padawan." Obi explained, simply.

Yoda nodded along, but Mace narrowed his eyes on you.

"The world between worlds." Yoda spoke once more, turning to his companion.

"It has been centuries since anyone has crossed through it. Where are you from, y/n?" His dark eyes bore into you as you gulp.

"A planet called Earth, or um Terraferma." You recall the name from a science class. "It isn't in your galaxy." You say sheepishly. Mace smiles and laughs, a sound you have never heard in the movies.

"I have heard of it. In old stories the training droids tell. If you don't mind I'd like to take a blood sample, to determine if you are carrying any foreign -"

"Midichlorians right? You want to see if I have any?" You blurt out. The Jedi Master looks impressed and nods. He stands and takes your hand clipping your finger and drawing a drop of blood. You flinch, sucking on your finger as he sits back in his chair.

"Now, tell us what do you know about us?" That was the question you were dreading. Drawing in a long breath you begin.

"Well where I'm from, and to be honest I'm completely sure this isn't a very elaborate trick; this is all a story, well a movie, um I have seen what happens to you, to all of you for about sixty years. I don't want to tell you too much. I don't really know how time travel or inter galaxy travel works but I do know you don't tell people their futures." Both masters nod.

"Tell us, more past information, you must." Yoda asked.

"Yeah, umm, Mace, I mean Master Windu your lightsaber is purple, because you can draw from the darkside without succumbing to it. Errr, Anakin was found in Tatooine, as a slave l, Qui-gon wanted to train him, but he died at the hands of Darth Maul…" you could see the disbelief in their eyes, this wasn't enough…"this temple is built on a ancient Sith temple. To turn your sabre red you have to bleed the crystal. The first human Jedi temple is on Anch-To, the original books are there."

"Okay, I've heard enough for now. Master Kenobi, please take y/n to the dormitories. We shall confirm with the council." Mace announced turning away from you and you follow Anakin and Obi out.

"What else do you know?" Anakin asks, a hint of nerves in his voice.

"Oh um, only what's in the movies and TV shows." You reply. As the three of you walk you feel a dizziness wobbling in your stomach. "I don't know-" a flash of the dark room stopped you. "What?" The convention and people talking, so much talking."I need to-" the temple walls. You reach out and find a grasp on Anakin's arm. "Wait I " the convention hall again. You can see your friends. Your mind spins and you feel yourself falling backward. Anakin tries to catch you, your arm slipping through his fingers and your back hits something hard. Not the floor, a body, a chest and you're lifted up into a pair of arms. You open your eyes enough to see that Obi-Wan is carrying you. The dizziness is making you feel sick so you press eyes shut tight and lean into his hard chest. The simple scent of clean clothes and skin became your concentration.

"What is happening to her Master?" You hear Anakin ask from somewhere behind him. They rush you through the temple to the halls of healing. Where you were taken from Obi-Wan's arms and placed on a bed. As more scenes of your home flash in front of your eyes, mixed with parts of the Skywalker Saga. Nothing felt real until a hand slid into yours. Snapping open your eyes, you turn your head and see Anakin sitting beside you. Unsure if it was the healers around you or his touch you began to calm and fall to sleep.

*********

You do not open your eyes, but your ears begin to focus on the voices around you.

"Her count is almost as high as your own Anakin. This is very strange, but there is a story from a millenia ago about a young man coming to us through the world between worlds. Not of this galaxy but one far, far away and it seems further along in the timeline. He came and helped save thousands of people. I am concerned that our fears of a coming war are much more imminent than we previously thought."

"Master Windu, what do we do?" You hear Obi-Wan ask.

"The council believes y/n is somehow connected to the both of you. You have said you saw her several times in the last year, so we think it would be best if you begin training her, of sorts."

"I already have a Padawan?"

"Anakin appears to be nearing his trails. We have chosen to give y/n's training to both of you. Not as a Padawan but a member of your team." You can tell Mace still worries about you by the way his voice inflected between words.

"Very well Master Windu. We shall do our best."

"Be on alert, the senate will be convening here in one week. We may be needed."

You listen as the door opens and closes, still waiting to open your eyes.

"Do we really just go forward with this? Shouldn't we be trying to get her back into the world between worlds? Get her home?" Anakin asks.

"In time, Anakin. We must do as we have been asked. These are trying times, y/n may be here to help us. She does appear to have some knowledge of our world."

You open your eyes but say nothing, watching the two men standing on the other side of the room. One of the heelers approach you. She has a gentle, young face and her smile eases your mind.

"Welcome back, miss y/n. My name is shamé." She helped you to sit up, the two men waiting eagerly to speak with you.

"I heard it all. I don't know if training me will be any good, I'm pretty unfit and clumsy." You try to force a giggle.

"Obi-Wan is a brilliant teacher, you'll learn quick." Anakin reassured you. Obi-Wan smiled at his padawan. It wasn't often they complimented each other, but it made him beam with pride.

"And an excellent student to learn beside." He clapped Anakin's shoulder. The healer tells Obi-Wan that you are ready to be released from the healing halls so you follow the two men out.

"What happened?" You asked them.

"We aren't sure. It started to faze in and out, like a hologram struggling to contect. We could hear noises, I assume from your home planet."

"Oh." Was all you could reply.

"We heard ourselves as well, but it was-" Anakin trailed off.

"I'm sorry,"

They both assure you it is fine and that strange things happen all the time. You know that to be true but did the force really work in such strange ways?

When you all reached the dormitories Obi-Wan showed you to your own, pointing out that Anakin was across the hall and his own room was around the corner. They then agreed to meet you for lunch in around an hour as you slid inside your new room. It's not big but it isn't small. Enough room for a bed by the window, a sofa opposite a desk, kitchenette and off to one side a door that led to a bathroom. In one of the cupboards there was a pile of clothing you assumed every Jedi was given when they arrived. Something told you to change into some of it at least. Perhaps you'd forgo the full jedi get up. They were surprisingly comfortable on your tired skin. A small mirror gave you the opportunity to fix your hair into a much easier simple plate at the back of your head. How strange it was that you had spent eighteen years imagining yourself in this world and now you were in it.

You'd nearly felt time pass you when there was a knock at your door. Figuring out how to open it was harder than you thought so you called through to the other side.

"Um, how do I open the door?'

A soft chuckle came back to you.

"Press the green button" it slid open and Anakin was standing in front of you, the cheeky grin you'd fallen for on screen beaming down at you.

"Is it time for lunch already?" You ask.

"No, I just thought you might like someone to talk to, this place can be scary when you first get here, but if you want to be alone I can-" he turns slightly as if about to walk away.

"No, I mean yes, come in." You step back allowing room for him to pass by. Anakin flops onto the sofa.

"You found the clothes, I wasn't sure what sizes to get you but they seem to fit okay." He looks you up and down making you feel overly self conscious.

"Oh, yeah they fit great, thank you." You say standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Anakin sucks on his teeth looking around.

"Obi-Wan has been called for something by the council so we have some time just us. Can you tell me about your world?" He asked, scorching over on the grey sofa to give room for you to sit down. Nervously you perched on the edge and turned to him, still in awe of sitting beside him. It was strange because you knew there was an actor at home who looked exactly like this man, well not exactly. In your world he was older, this man was still young.

"It's very different to here. There's no force there and people don't travel between planets it's just one planet. Well there are other planets but we haven't worked out the technology to travel between them yet." You can feel yourself beginning to ramble.

"Wow, locked on one planet forever. I thought I'd live like that once." Anakin's eyes blinked away from you for a moment.

"You're so much more than that child, Anakin." You say out of instinct. He smiles at you.

"It's not a great planet at all really. I mean the planet is beautiful but the people are not. There are a lot of wars and crime." You explain.

"I guess our worlds aren't that different." Anakin sighs.

"Okay, your turn what has happened so far, for you? I need to know where I am in the timeline." You settle back in the chair as Anakin shifts to face you more.

"Um, well I'm almost a Jedi now." He laughs.

"Have you seen Padme again?" You ask.

"No, but I get to see her again?" He asks with a new excitement glinting in his eye.

"Oh, err, yeah eventually. So no then. In that case I think this is all before the second movie starts so I don't know much. The action starts soon." A real laugh leaves your throat as you think of Anakin's catchphrase 'this is where the fun begins'

"Wow okay." Anakin sits back, you can see the way his mind worked through what you told him.

"I know you can't tell me what happens in the future, but do I ever become a master?" You can't help but feel sorry for him and his big blue eyes.

"You become a powerful force user, one of the most powerful in history." You settle on a half truth. He seems pleased with the answer and jumps up to his feet, pulling you up with him.

"Come on, it's lunch time." He drags you through the temple to the cafeteria, where a thousand eyes squared onto you. Anakin ignored everyone and passed up a tray, explaining what each meal was made of. Taking only one bowl of vegetable soup figuring it would be the safest bet.

"I don't think I'm very welcome here." You whisper across the table. Anakin looked around for the first time, his scowl turning eyes away.

"Ignore them. Most people here are blind anyway." He rolls his eyes.

"Anakin, you shouldn't think like that, the Jedi are doing their best with what they know." You tap the back of his hand with your finger tips. For a moment his eyes glaze over as if a memory was taking hold of him until you pull your hand away. The padawan looks at you, concern written all over his face.

"What did I do?" You ask, panic bubbling deep inside you once more.

"No, I just…I haven't been able to read you this whole time but then I felt…you've been so alone." Are tears threatening his or your eyes? You couldn't be sure.

"Oh." Was all you could say and you folded your hands into your lap.

"Please don't be nervous, I understand how you're feeling now. You enjoy gardens, we have an amazing one here. Would you like to see it?" Anakin's eyes had widened, one eyebrow lifted higher than the other as he studied your face.

"Yes please." You say quietly.

Lunch discarded he guides you out of the catering hall through more corridors, the temple was a maze and you were sure you'd never be able to traverse it by yourself. The Jedi beside you however appeared to know it well and hardly had to think about the direction he took you. His hand hovered at the small of your back each time a corner or new direction was taken.

"Here, we have some older Jedi who prefer to stay here and garden. Most of the plants are medicinal but they're still pleasant to look at." Anakin pushed open a heavy door, it was the only door that hadn't opened by itself. The smell hit you first, fresh and light. You'd expected the planet of curisont to smell more mechanical, yet in this garden it was hard to believe you were on a planet made entirely of metal buildings.

"It's beautiful." You say looking around at the plants. They were planted in delicate patterns that you assumed helped with their cultivation. Several benches had been placed around the garden and Anakin sat in one, watching you take it all in. His eyes scanned your body, how each curve of your stomach and hips bent when you smelled a flower. You looked back at him when you heard a particularly large breath leave him, he was shifting his position and decidedly not looking at you.

"Do you spend much time here?" You ask him, aware at that moment that you know nothing of his life between the first and second movies.

"Oh, occasionally. It's a nice place to meditate. There are little distractions here." He answered with a smile.

The door to the garden opened and Obi-Wan appeared,

"I am sorry to interrupt, but we have to go, the council wishes to see us. All of us." His words make your stomach flip around

***********

Evening was beginning to set, you were in your dormitory looking out of the window after wrapping a short cloak around your body. There is a knock at your door and this time you are able to open it without help. Obi-Wan stood on the other side with a grin.

"Hello there, I thought I'd stop in before we collect Anakin. We haven't had much time to speak candidly since your arrival." He grinned at you.

You sit on the sofa expecting some lecture on your conduct, instead the older man leaned himself on the kitchenette counter.

"Master Yoda has asked the librarians to search for any information about the world between worlds so we may be able to get you home. The thing is, I agree with Mace, I think you're here for a reason. There must be something you have to change here. Your knowledge of our world, it has to have meaning." Obi-Wan had moved toward you, crouching down with his hand on your knee.

"I'm starting to think so too. I'm not sure if I want to go home, not yet anyway. There isn't much for me there." You reply with a sad smile.

"I'm sure that cannot be true."

"Honestly, I have no family left and my friends…they wouldn't miss me too much." You shrug. Obi-Wan eyes soften with sadness as his eyebrows knit together.

"Surely that cannot be true. You have been with us but two days and I already will miss you greatly when you return home." He takes your hand in his, giving it a small squeeze. Once again tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

"Thank you for saying it." You return his gentle smile. A cough catches your attention and you both look to see Anakin in the open doorway.

"Yes, time to go." Obi-Wan patted your knee as he stood and you followed them both to the transporter and then into an apartment building. There was a lot of security around the door, both from this planet and Naboo. It made much more sense then in the movie that appeared to have no soldiers around at all. Once they had verified you were all from the temple the three of you got into the elevator. Anakin adjusts his cloak awkwardly. Obi-Wan looks at him.

"You seem a little on edge."

Anakin's eyes briefly meet yours before he speaks.

"Not at all." He rebuked.

"I haven't felt you this tense since we fell into that nest of gundarks." Obi-Wan explained.

Anakin scoffed.

"You fell into that nightmare, Master, and I rescued you, remember?"

"Oh…yes." You and Obi laughed, Anakin couldn't help but giggle a little.

"You'll have to tell me about that one day." You say, smiling at them both.

"It isn't in your movies?" Obi asked. You shook your head.

"You're sweating, relax, take a deep breath." The master returned his attention to Anakin. The padawan's eyes flick to you once more.

"He hasn't seen Padme for ten years." You say. Anakin scrunches his eyebrows for a moment and he supposed yes, he was nervous to see Padme again but that wasn't exactly why he was sweating.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing the entrance to the Grand apartment. Jarjar approached and you had to stifle your laugh. The CGI had always been a little dodgy but sending him in real life was amazing. You could finally see how his body truly fit amongst both water and earth and gosh was he tall.

"Obi? Obi! Mesa so smilen to seein yousa!" He excitedly greeted you all.

"Good to see you again Jar Jar." Obi smiled.

"Senator Padme, Mesa Palos here! Lookie, lookie, senator. Desa Jedi arriven." He leads all three of you into the main living area of the room. Padme turns away from a small balcony, her smile widening seeing her old friends. She and her head of security walk over to you. Obi bows then holds out his hand

"It's a great pleasure to see you again milady."

"It has been far too long Master Kenobi." Padme says sincerely, her eyes scan over his shoulder landing on Anakin.

"Ani? My goodness you've grown!" She says.

"So have you," Obi steps back so Anakin can step forward, "grown more beautiful I mean. Well, for a senator I mean." He looks back at you and internally kicks himself. Padme lets out a small laugh.

Ani, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine." She grinned and turned away. You felt the tension in Anakin's body. Obi-Wan introduced you and Padme greeted you, thanking you for coming. They all walked over to the sofa's and sat down.

"Our presence here will be invisible, milady, I can assure you." Obi-Wan states.

"I'm Captain Typho of her Majesty's security service. Queen Jamillia has been informed of your assignment. I am grateful you are here, Master Kenobi." The one eyed man explained from beside the sofas. "The situation is more dangerous than the senator will admit."

"I don't need more security, I need answers. I want to know who is trying to kill me."

Your mind starts run like crazy, you know exactly what is going to happen.

"If I might?" You speak up looking at Obi-Wan, he nods, "the three of us will find who is doing this to you, milady. I have some ideas on how we might find them." You explain the plan to them, ensuring that Padme will use herself as bait in the bedroom. Though she doesn't fully understand, your situation is explained to her.

"I can only do so much, I think some things need to play out about the same but I can give information faster than normal. Mostly you are pleased that you were able to stop the small quarrel between Obi-Wan and Anakin that happens in the movie. Padme excuses herself to her bedroom, her handmaiden following her. Obi-Wan goes off to check the security and JarJar disappears to do his duties. You look at Anakin.

"She was pleased to see you, sometimes it's hard to recognise someone when you've had a picture of them in your mind for so long. She is very pretty, more than I thought she would be." You say to him.

"I suppose. I want her to like me, more than she does anyone else but I'm conflicted about it. It isn't the Jedi way, I know that, but what am I supposed to do? You know what happens" he is almost pleading with you.

"You know I can't say, just trust your feelings about her." You know you need to make sure they get together.

The evening drew on and soon enough as you had said there was an attack on the senator. Anakin slices the two worms in half and Obi-Wan leaps out of the window after the bot. You stay with Padme, knowing this would at least play out correctly. You could give Obi-Wan more information when they came back.

"Will you sit with me? I doubt I shall sleep for sometime." Padme asks. You nod and perch on the end of her bed.

"Do you miss home?" She asked.

"In a way. I miss my things, my apartment but not my job or the people really." You say looking down at the silk sheets.

"You have no one?" Her question stung.

"No, my parents are gone, dad left when I was baby and my mum died a few years ago. I had no siblings." You sigh. Padme's hand rests in yours.

"I'm very sorry." You could tell she meant the words.

"Thank you." You tell her about your mundane job and lack of real friends. How you had arrived here and many more things you hadn't yet spoken about to anyone here.

"Well if you ever get bored of living in the temple you are more than welcome to stay with me." She giggled. Perhaps you could find friends in this world. Maybe you were here to stop her death.

"It is odd, you have only arrived in our world mere days ago and I met you hours prior to this yet I feel like we have always known each other." Padme held your hand once more.

"It is nice to feel like I belong somewhere." You admit.

Neither of you are sure how long you had sat in that bedroom but Obi-Wan was walking back in, turning on lights. You blink up at them. The sun was beginning to rise outside.

"We have a new plan, milady," Obi-Wan announced.

"Where is Ani?" Padme asked.

"He is speaking with the chancellor. They will both be along shortly."

"No!" You shot up off the bed, "he shouldn't, you should never allow him to. Oh no, this is and." You're pacing the room.

"Y/n what is wrong? What do you know?" Obi-Wan reaches out to you, taking your shoulders.

"Oh, um, I can't tell you, not yet, but you just have to be so careful about the chancellor, all of you should." Panic was rising up I. You again, your breath coming out in short shallow hits.

"Calm, y/n. I believe you. We shall be cautious," he nods to Padme who agrees, "come we must prepare for travel." You nod slowly and follow him out.

At the temple you are given a small suitcase of clothing and told to change into the top outfit. It's a simple burgundy dress, with black breeches below and a simple clock over the top. Once dressed you meet Obi-Wan back in the hall.

"Obi-Wan, I need to shorten your investigation. The thing you got off the bounty hunter it's from a planet called Kamino. It won't show up in the archive charts but it is there, it was deleted. Go to the coordinates you have, it's a wet planet and it will be raining when you go. You're looking for a man called Jangi Fett, but Obi-Wan don't chase him. There isn't really any point. Just bring back the information about…what you find there. Tell Yoda, he will need them and then go to Geonosis. You'll understand why."

He listens to every word you say before leading you down to the transport where Padme and Anakin are waiting. You watch as she bids goodbye to her handmaiden and the Typho. Anakin shifts behind as you Obi-Wan warns him to be mindful and make no choices without the council's knowledge.

Once on the transport you turn to them, a tightness in your chest needing to break free.

"Anakin, I know you've been having nightmares and as much as I want things to play out right between the two of you," you gesture between them, "we don't really have time. I have to save you from something. I think that's why I'm here, so we have to save your mother before it's too late."

"Save her from what?" Padme asked.

"She has been freed, married to a man called Lars but she was kidnapped by Tusken raiders. If we go now we can save her from dying." You say the words through a shaky breath. A tear drops down Anakin's face.

"Then we will go now." Padme announces. "On the plus side, no one would expect me to be on Tatooine." She reaches across and holds Anakin's hand.

The three of you manage to find a small ship that Anakin pilots to the sand planet of his birthplace. You were unprepared for the heat.

"Do you know where she is?" Anakin asks. You shake your head.

"No, the movie doesn't tell us exactly, but Anakin, trust your feelings. Reach out to her and you will find her." He nods to you. Closing his eyes Anakin pictures his mother's face in his mind. A swish of waves washes over his ears as he searches through the force for her. A small smile picks at the corner of his mouth.

"I know where she is." He flicks a few buttons in the ship and it moves quickly across the sand dunes. You watch in awe, not fully ready to truly believe you are here on the most important planet in this universe. Anakin settles the ship down behind a dune, knowing the Tuskens would be resting at the time of day and he tells Padme and you to stay on the ship. With the vale of darkness beginning to fall he creeps into the hut holding his mother. She is tied to a post but relatively unharmed. Anakin cuts her ties and she looks up into his eyes.

“Ani? My Ani. You have come for me?” she asks.

“Yes mother, come on we do not have much time.” He helps her to stand and leads her out the tear in the tent and back to the ship. The woman smiles seeing Padme on the ship and they introduce you to her.

“She’s the reason we found you.” Anakin glowed with happiness, for him it was a perfect moment. Flying a ship, carrying the three most important women in his life. Returning safely to the farm amongst the sand dunes, Shmi insists you all stay for dinner. Anakin beams when she places a plate of food in front of him, her hand pausing on his shoulder for a moment. It was the happiest you had ever seen him. Though you’d love to stay in this place, you know Padme must return to Naboo with Anakin for events to unfold. For their love to grow. Saying good bye to his mother seemed harder this time, but he was glad he got the opportunity to see her once more.

“My grownup son, so handsome.” she brushed her hand down his jaw and Anakin pressed a kiss to her palm. “I am so proud of you.”

“I love you, mum.” He whispered. Shmi turned to you.

“Stay safe, Shmi.” You whisper to her, “They may still try to use you against him.” She nods in understanding and you walk onto the ship, giving one last look at the twin moons.

The journey to Naboo would not be a long one but you had fallen asleep nonetheless. Padme sat in the seat beside Anakin.

“Y/n is a special person. I am glad she found herself here.” she said, glancing back at you.

“Yeah, it's utterly ridiculous but it feels right, her being here.” He agrees.

“It does, though I fear what it is she is here to stop. Our futures must be dark for the Force to bring us someone like her.” Padme admits.

“It’s okay, nothing will harm us whilst we have R2 with us.” He laughs.

“Well, it is a good thing that we saved your mother. Perhaps that was the pinnacle moment and everything is safe now.”

“Perhaps, but then she would have to leave, I love having her here.”

“Are Jedi allowed to love? I thought that was forbidden for a Jedi?” Padme turned her chair toward him.

“No, we’re encouraged to love, possession and attachment are forbidden; unconditional love, compassion are essential to a Jedi’s life. So you might say we are encouraged to love.” He smiled.

“You’ve changed so much.” Padme grins.

“You haven’t changed a bit. You’re exactly the way I remember you in my dreams.” Their eyes meet for a moment, before Anakin looks away. Padme reaches out, taking his hand and pulling him around to look at her. Your eyes flutter open but on seeing the scene before you, you stay still, perfectly unmoving. Padme leans forward a small amount, her lips falling open to let out the shaky breath she was holding. You see Anakin visibly swallow, their eyes locked onto each others, when it stops. The moment stops entirely with both of them turning away from each other at the same time. “Shit” You whisper to yourself, adjusting your position and alerting them to your presence once more.

“Good morning sunshine.” Anakin, turned to you, “Just in time.! The ship dropped out of hyperspeed and you saw the lush green planet of Naboo rise in front of you.

“It’s beautiful.” You say out loud.

“It truly is.” Padme agreed.

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After meeting with Padme’s family and the Queen it was decided that you would all travel to the lake country, to Padme’s holiday home and spend your time there. You were thankful that things were moving in the right direction again and you had managed to save Shmi. you hoped this would calm Anakin’s anger and keep him on a better path for longer. Perhaps it would give you time to figure out your next moves. Once shown to your room, a maid appeared at your door.

“Miss, Senator Padme requested these outfits be brought to you. She believes they will help you to blend in.” the maid bows her head and leaves again. A rail of dresses had been parked against the wall. Looking through them you realised they were alternate versions of the outfits she had worn in the movies. Like a dream come true you laughed out loud and decided to change. The soft chiffon-like material flowed around you. Wearing backless dresses had never been your choice before, but this one made you feel amazing, important in a way. The green, purple and blue colours flowed perfectly together. You brushed out your hair and left it down, against your back before leaving your room to look around the mansion. The sun had begun to set over the lake and you watched as Anakin and Padme walked across the patio, leaning on the ornate wall.

“We would swim to that island every day. I loved the water, we used to lie out on the sand and let the sun dry us and try to guess the names of the birds singing.”

“I don’t like sand, it is coarse and rough and irritating and gets everywhere. Not like here, here everything is soft, and smooth.”

Wait, something was wrong. Anakin was still facing the water, not running his finger over her skin. You watch, frightened you had changed too much. With your breath held you watch as PAdme reaches out to him, her fingers touching his as she inched her body toward him. Anakin turned his head to her and she closed the gap between them. For a moment Anakin loses himself to the kiss, but he swiftly turns his head.

“No, I shouldn’t have done that.” He pants.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers and turns her head back to the water. Well it was different but at least they kissed right? Having seen enough and not knowing how the situation changed originally you step out of your hidden spot.

“I’ve been looking for you two.” You call them, as they spin to face you. Anakin’s heart skips and he presses his lips together to keep himself controlled. Padme clapped her hands together before dancing over to you and taking you by the hand.

“You look beautiful in this dress y/n. I knew they would suit you.” She beamed, “doesn’t she look beautiful Anakin?” Padme encouraged him. Nodding quickly and steps closer to you.

“Yes, much…softer than the Jedi robes.” he breathes out. You feel the heat rise up in your cheeks.

“Thank you.”

“I have to attend a meeting with the senate, I will be in the offices. Please make yourselves at home. I will be back for dinner.” Padme excuses herself, leaving you alone with Anakin once more.

“How long has it been since we left Obi-Wan?” You asked him as you walked through the gardens.

“A few days. Why?” Anakin seemed almost angry that you had brought up his master.

“No reason, you two are the only people I know here really, I miss him. Don’t you?” You look away from the yellow rose you had been smelling and look at him.

“I suppose. This is my first assignment without him. He has been holding me back for so long.”

“No! Anakin no, I know it feels that way, sometimes our mentors see more of our faults than we would like, but I need you to trust me, Obi-Wan thinks so highly of you. You are more than a Padawan to him, you’re his brother, best friend and true family in this world.”

“I feel the same for him.”

“I know you do. Anakin, please don’t think that anyone distrusts you, well only one person does but he’ll be swayed when we fix the future. Believe me.” you hold onto his bicep, “Obi-Wan is already recommending you for the trials. It will not long be long before you are knighted.” Your eyes beg him to believe you. The tenses muscles in his face soften, to a smile.

“I suppose, you know the future so I should believe you.” his eyes lock on yours, holding your gaze, tongue darting out to lick his lips and he leans in pressing his lips to yours. It’s as wonderful as you had always imagined and you felt yourself melting into his embrace until your mind sprung back to you. Leaping away from him you turned.

“No, you can’t do that. That isn’t right.” You almost sob.

“I’m sorry, I thought…”

“No, you don’t understand. No matter how much I want that we can’t. You have to-” You sigh. “Anakin, this is important, you have to be with Padme, no matter what. You have to be, it’s important. I’m sorry. Will you promise me that you’ll be with her?” You ask, tears falling from your eyes. Anakin searches his mind, eyes darting left and right.

“I don’t understand, I don’t love her.” He too was crying.

“You do, well you need to. I can’t explain any more, I could ruin everything, just please, go to her, have dinner and be in love.” you force the words out. Anakin wants to argue with you but he can see there is no changing your mind.

“Because some things have to play out the same.” He repeated your words from days ago.

“Promise me?” You whisper.

“I promise.”

You want to reach out and take his hands, pull him to you in a hug but you know you cannot. Instead you turn and march out of the gardens back to your room. Throwing the dress haphazardly into your suitcase you pack your other things. Trying to quell the tears that keep falling. How could you have been so stupid to allow this? You should have been more mindful of yourself. no , there was no time to dwell on this, you had to leave and speak to Yoda, there were things that would need to change before the end of the coming war. As quietly as you could you run back to the dock and take a boat, rowing yourself across the lake, silently thanking your school for forcing sailing lessons on you all.

On the other side you manage to find a member of the Naboo security and request transport back to Coruscant. They oblige you and soon you were once more in the air. Anakin would be told by R2 of your departure in the morning, though you were sure he must already know. Space felt colder than before as you sat alone, watching the speeding stars whoosh by you. A new weight bearing down on your shoulders.

The transport drops out of hyperspace and halts all together. That was strange, that much you knew. Two guards came walking down the aisles, blasters in hand. They look at you.

“Sorry ma’am we need you to come with us.” You sigh at their words figuring Anakin must have sent them. You silently follow them to the front of the ship where a man in a helmet is waiting for you. No not a man, a mandalorian, the most famous mandalorian that has ever been in star wars, or well his father anyway. Jengo Fett stood in front of you.

“No!” You try to back away but a blow to the back of your head knocks you out.

In this state you wake, eyes adjusting to the new surroundings. People are gathering in front of you, all jostling to get to the front of something. You can hear a woman announcing something.

“Haaaayydeeeen Christeeennssooonnn!” The crowd erupt into cheers the noise blasting through your ears. You find a path forward and somehow you reach the front barrier, as the actor walks across the stage. He is visibly taken back by the amount of love in the room, until his eyes fall on you. He pauses looking down, like he hadn’t been expecting to see you there.

“Y/N?”

You look up at him, heart in your throat as he drops off the side of the stage and reaches out for you. Your own hand stretches out, “Anakin!” You call when there is a wave of power, like electricity coursing through your body and you turn to see a much darker room. You stumble back, your brain pounding against your skull. A man clad in a black suit and mask looms over his once Padawan.

“No, Anakin!” You call out again and he turns to you.

“Y/n? You’re here?” He begins to march toward you. “This is all your fault! If you hadn’t left I never would have become this!” The robotic voice shorts at you and you cower away from him. “No Anakin, please. I don’t know what’s happening. Help me!” You plead with the villain of your nightmares.

A red lightsaber ignites and you feel the heat of it come close to your face.

Your eyes shoot open once more and you see the sabre, not Anakin’s but another Sith standing before you.

“Count Dooku.” You say under your breath.

“So it is true, you do know things you should not.” He uses the force to lift your body into the air. Across the room you see Obi-wan suspended in a trap.

“Where are Anakin and Padme?” He asks.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry I left them.” you drop your eyes.

“You are going to tell me everything you know.” Dooku points his weapon at you.

“No I won’t.” You clench your jaw. The once Jedi master lifts his hand in your direction, curling his fingers. Pain covers your body as if your skeleton was attempting to burst through your skin. You fight against it, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing you make a sound. He drops you.

“Perhaps there is a better way to get you to talk.” He almost laughs when the bounty hunter steps into the room and whispers to him.

“Wonderful. Take Master Kenobi to the pit.”

You are unable to do anything as Jango drags Obi-Wan out of the room, his hands bound by

Force quelling cuffs. The Count places a pair on you though you are sure you wouldn’t need them. Your body was still aching from the force he had used against you. Dooku crouches in front of you and you recall the stories of the actor who portrays him. If this version was even half the man Christopher Lee had been, you knew you were done for.

“Perhaps seeing your friends die will motivate you.” he laughs once more and drags you along behind him. Forcing you to stand against the balcony wall. Your eyes find Obi-Wan being chained to a pillar.

A door opens on the far side, allowing a carriage to pull out, and you notice Padme moving back from Anakin's body. Part of your heart breaks knowing that she has just confessed her love for him. You're helpless as they two are attached to pillars. Though you know how it will end and though some.good Jedi will die, you know you may be able to help in the next fight.

Anakin looks up seeing you stood there and you see the confusion from your spot.

"Do not worry, my Padawan, she has not deferred to the Count. He believes he can force her into telling him everything she knows. Have faith in her "

"Is she hurt?" He asks.

"She is well enough. Concentrate on yourself and our predicament if you will." Obi-Wan ordered his Padawan.

You do nothing but watch as the alien creatures are brought into the arena.

“Surely you do not want your friends to die?” Dooku asks you.

“If it is their fate then it will happen, I am not here to change it.” There is a lie but you hope you have covered it well enough.

“When you were brought into me, something was happening to you. What was it?” He presses.

“I was unconscious, you probably have a better idea than I do.” You spit out at him, the memories of what you had seen still playing through your mind. Was any of it real, or just some mind trick working against you? How could you know either way? You look back at the arena to see Padme scale the pillar and unlock the cuffs on her wrists. One of the creatures was climbing up after her. Anakin was using the chain still attached to his wrists to control one of the beasts. Though you knew help was on the way you still couldn’t stop the fear that bubbled inside you for their safety. Padme’s scream caught you off guard, so much worse in real life than on the screen. Blood splattered over the sand as her clothes and flesh tore.

You watch as Padme leaps from the pillar landing on the beast behind Anakin, her hands coming down to hold his waist, Obi-Wan close behind them. That was when you noticed it, the way Padme held Obi-Wan’s leg as he climbed on behind her. It was always a rumour, a theory amongst some fans that they had an affair but could it be true, could this be the beginning of it?

Dooku steps up beside you, placing his hand on your shoulder. One of the separatists growls out his disdain for the actions below them and tells Fett to finish off the Senator.

“Patience, Viceroy, patience she will die.” Dooku grins, his eyes turning back to see the droids rolling into the arena. Your heart threatens to stop or burst out of you, until you feel it. A familiar presence behind you. The purple sabre alights and crosses Jango’s neck. You turn enough to see he and Dooku exchange words whilst still being able to see the arena where hundreds of Jedi appear. Some you had met before and some you had not. Dooku grabbed the collar of your robe and dragged you aside as battle droids appeared in the tunnel. Mace Windu had no time to help you as he began fighting them off. You catch a glimpse below as droids battled against the Jedi. Dooku stands to one side and watches it all unfold, his hand still holding you. As Jango flies off from behind you and into the fight you laugh. Dooku grips your shoulder tighter.

“Say goodbye to your bodyguard, Count.” You snarl at him. Dooku l;eans forward seeing as MAce slices his sabre through the bounty hunter’s neck, removing his head from his body. The Helmet rolled across the floor. The Count lifted his hand and the droids all stopped firing standing to attention. This was it, Yoda would be here soon.

“Master Windu, you have fought gallantly, worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi order. Now it is finished. Surrender and your lives will be spared.”

You look down at them all.

“We will not be hostages to be bartered, Dooku!” Mace shouted back to him.

“Then I am sorry old friend.” The grip on your shoulder tightened once more as the heat of the Count’s sabre shot through your stomach. The Droids, each pointed their weapons at the Jedi once more as Anakin screamed up at you. Your legs began to buckle, falling back against Dooku. You see Yoda and the ships full of clones descend before Dooku drags you away from the balcony. Using the force to carry you he drapes your body over a speeder and, holding you against him as it rumbles into life and shoots away from the arena. You lose track of what is happening as he force carries you into a room with a large round holodeck. Slipping in and out of consciousness as he tells the separatists to leave the planet for the time being. Count Dooku stays behind. The ground rumbles as one of the star ships is brought down by the clones and you know a win is coming for the Jedi, but at what cost.

“Try to remember.” You think to yourself.

He has you on the speeder once more, flying through the battlefield.

“It’s Dooku! He has y/n!” Anakin shouts.

“Follow him, Anakin and I can handle this!” Obi-Wan calls to the pilot. Your breathing is beginning to slow. This can’t be how it ends? Surely you haven’t finished what you were sent here to do.

A landing platform comes into view and he drops you to the ground beside the speeder. Dooku speaks with a droid for a moment. Behind you two pairs of footsteps come running in.

“Y/n?” Anakin’s voice is laced with fear. You turn and look up at them.

“Anakin, take him together!” You force every bit of authority you could muster into your voice and he nods to you. The pair circle the Count and the fight begins. You aren’t aware of much that happens until you hear Obi-Wan smack down on the ground, crying out in pain. He is close to you and you can see the blood on his shoulder and leg.

“Anakin!” You call out as Dooku comes in with an attack. He beats down on Anakin’s lightsabre. Mustering every ounce of strength you have you put up your hand and feel Obi-Wan touch your leg.

“Concentrate, feel it flow through you.” his words are a whisper in your mind and you push forward. Dooku’s body flings backwards, his sabre simply clipping Anakin’s chest. Behind him, your green saviour appeared. Anakin stumbled back to you, a hand clamped over the wound on his chest and he pulled you into his arms.

“Master?”

“I’m alright Anakin.” Obi-Wan replies. Anakin holds you to him, resting his hand over your jaw.

“I did it, I did what you asked me to do, but you cannot leave me, y/n. Please don’t.” his tears dripped onto your face. Could you tell him right now about force healing? Break all the continuity of the movies and fix everything?

“I’ll be okay, Anakin.” Your words are forced and you don’t believe any of them.

“Ani!” Padme comes running in, dropping beside you. Obi-Wan pulls himself into a sitting position and you try to wriggle out of Anakin’s grasp. Realising what you are trying to do the young Jedi reluctantly passes you his Master, his bottom lip quivering. Padme instantly pulls him into her and they all begin their movements away from the scene. Dooku having retreated and sped away moments before.

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It is days before you awake again, you are in the healing halls of the Jedi temple on Coruscant. There is a hand beside yours, one finger resting above your own, you look over at who it belongs to. Obi-Wan had fallen asleep in the chair beside your bed. You had to admit in the low light of the room his face was still young and handsome.

“Obi-Wan?” You say softly and he instantly opens his eyes.

“You’re awake? Oh thank goodness. You had us all worried for a long time.” He leans forward, fully taking hold of your hand.

“How long have I been out?” You ask.

“Almost a week. The healers struggled to work on you. For some reason the force would not allow it. They had to use old ancient methods of healing instead of the Force.” Obi-Wan explained.

“Are you okay, and Anakin?”

“Yes, we are fine.”

Your mind caught up with you.

“Does Anakin still have both hands?” you rush out the question, cursing Obi to laugh.

“Yes, little one he has both hands. I assume in the stories he does not.”

“No, Dooku cuts off his right arm.” you admit. “I need to speak to Yoda and Mace.” You try to sit up, feeling the pain in your stomach again. “Whoh.” you pant for a moment. The wound was healed with only a scar left to show you had ever been impaled.

“You still need to rest, y/n. There will be time.” Obi, tried to settle you back against the bed.

“No, there isn’t. The Chancellor has control doesn’t he. I need to stop the war. I won’t let people die, I won’t let you and Anakin get hurt.” You push against him.

“Little one, still yourself. We can get you to them, but slowly. Anakin is off-world taking his trials. I am safe here with you. Do not panic.”

“You don’t understand, if I don’t stop this there will be all out war for years, and then Anakin..he is the chosen one Obi-Wan but he cannot become close to Palpatine.” You had started to cry again. Obi-Wan put his arms around you and hugged you close to him.

“Anakin is the thing you fear isn’t he?” He asks you. All your resolve breaks and you cry into his chest.

“You do not need to tell us anything. Except for when it is relevant. You and I will work to keep Anakin from becoming the evil you fear, but as you say, things must happen in the correct way or our world could fall apart.” He patted your back and rested his chin on your head. “When Anakin returns he is to be given a Padawan of his own. The council believes it will help to ground him. Do we allow it?” he asks you.

“Yes Ahsoka will be wonderful for him, she grounds him very well.” You answer through your sobs. Pulling back from him and looking into his green eyes. “Obi-wan, we have to make sure that Anakin and Padme stay together. There will be children and they must be born. I cannot ruin history by taking them away.”

Obi, screws up his face in thought. “It is not the Jedi way, but if you say it is needed, then we will do what we must.”

You nod.

A healer comes by a few moments later and agrees that you can leave the hospital, but you are to take it easy and do nothing strenuous. Obi-Wan agrees to train you in meditation until Anakin’s return from the trials. It is useful in keeping your emotions in check. It was three days until you saw Anakin again as he approached you, his smile widened and you noticed the lack of his braid. Beside him Mace Windu beamed with pride.

“Master Kenobi, your training has been successful, Anakin passed the trials with a higher ability than we have ever seen. You should both be very proud of him.” It was strange for you to hear Windu speak so highly of Anakin and it made you feel warmth in your chest. A good warmth not the warmth Dooku caused you. Obi patted Anakin on the shoulder and congratulated him before wandering off with Mace. Anakin threw his arms around you and hugged you to him.

“It was wonderful, y/n, just as you said. Master Windu is treating me like a peer not a burden and I passed the trials. I couldn’t have done it without you.” he spun you round and before you or he knew what he was doing he pressed his lips to yours. You push him back and turn away.

“Anakin.” your hand flew to your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..I just-” he cut himself off.

“It’s okay, but you need to keep your promise.” you say keeping a distance between you both.

“I did, she is in love with me. I did it.” he protested, you shake your head.

“Oh Anakin, it is so much more than that. You have to stay with her. It’s imperative that you do. Please. You have to marry her.”

“Marry her? y/n are you mad? I can't, I don't love her!” he took a step closer to you but you retreat by two.

“You have to.”

“Because of stupid stories told about us in your world. If you love the stories so badly why don’t you just go back to your world and listen to them instead of hurting us all?” his face had hardened as he spoke.

“Anakin,” You hold up your hand in a pleading gesture and take another step back, your back hitting the wall.

“No, why did you bother coming here if you’re going to force me into doing exactly what you were here to stop? How can you-” His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, “I thought…you are just like everyone else. You don’t belong here, I should just-”

Looking up at him, Anakin toward above you, his hot breath fanned over your face and you felt nothing but fear. Your mind was unable to see anything but the man who would kill so many. All your words caught in your throat. You could no longer hear his words and as he raised his hand you were unsure what he was doing but you flinched back dropping to the floor and covering your face as hot tears fell from your eyes.

Anakin had softened and knelt down beside, taking hold of your shoulders but you could not hear his gentle tone, only the echoing of the mechanical breathing he would one day behold. You scream and push at him, knocking him backward. The commotion had allerted Obi-Wan and Mace back to you. Obi-Wan force pulled you to him, you clutched at his robes body shaking with sobs.

“What happened?” Mace demanded. Anakin shook his head.

“I don’t know.” Anakin answered before turning and running away.

It took almost an hour for Obi to calm you enough for you to explain what had happened. The Jedi Master sat with you pressed to his chest, stroking your hair and shushing you.

By the following day Anakin was standing in Naboo, beside Padme, declaring their love for each other by the lake. R2 and C3-PO behind them. Subtleties

End of part one.

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A/N: Okay so I have not written something this long in a hot minute sooo... please ignore any mistakes or let me know and I will fix them. I wrote this after listening to a couple of songs and then got inspired mainly ‘Shameless’ by Camilla Cabello if you want to listen to it I’d recommend towards the end . lmao enjoy :)

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Female Reader

Warnings: A bit of fluff, a heap load of angst, long separation, reunion and implied smut.

Words: 2.6K

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Your whole life, you’ve known him. The day that you first laid your eyes on the Jedi temple, you laid eyes on him. He remembers meeting you a few weeks after arriving at the temple himself, you timidly peered at him whilst slightly hiding behind your masters robes. Master Windu never really approved of him from the start yet, Obi- Wan thought it wise for him to make friends and be among his peers at the temple, so your master hesitantly obliged.

‘My name's Anakin, what's yours?’ he enquired trying to conceal his own shyness with a grin; he never really spoke to many pretty girls back at Tatooine let alone at the temple. Ironically, you thought he was rather confident for a young boy, which encouraged you to match his grin ‘I’m Y/N, nice to meet you’. Anakin now smirked and held out his hand, which you shook ‘Y/N..I think we’re going to be great friends’.

Little did you both know that your friendship would blossom even further. Further than the boundary of the code would ever allow. It’s a bit trivial really, how could your masters let the two of you grow together, become a constant in each other's lives, until it really became one life shared by two souls and not expect an attachment to form. Years of training, shedding laughter, tears and blood in missions. So much so that you anticipated every move and very word the other would conjure in their mind. Yet both of you remained utterly clueless of the brewing sense of affection that swelled in your hearts since the days you were mere padawans sneaking out at night to stare at the Coruscanti stars in the courtyard to Jedi knights fighting for each other’s lives in the frontlines of the battle against the Separatists.

‘ANAKIN!!’ you didn’t care if you were in the line of fire right now, you could not give a damn ‘R-Rex I need you to handle this please, please’ you voice trembled as you spoke into your comm ‘Yes Sir’ he knew you had just seen him cornered and shot down, he knew you needed to be by his side. ‘Anakin you need to wake up right this second’ you controlled the tears brimming in your eyes, not daring to let even one shed because if you did you had accepted the worst. ‘Anakin GET UP’ you uttered firmly, shaking his form on the rocky floor continually for what felt like hours. He made no attempt to move or even open those blue eyes of his so you closed your own. Finally, the tears shed down your face, you laid your head on his chest trying to hear his heart ‘A-Anakin stop this please.. Just stop’ you spoke between sobs his life force was nowhere to be detected ‘I cant feel you! Stop please don’t do this to me’ ‘I CAN’T FEEL YOU’ you bellowed into his neck repeatedly.Throughout the years of fighting in this godforsaken war you had faced torture by the hands of your captors time and time againbut this, this was something beyond any pain your body ever was built to withstand, this felt as though your own heart didn’t beat, given the choice you would endure years of physical torture by the cruelest hands over this. This was pain that struck from the tip of your feet to the top of your head, rippling again and again. You gripped his arms and held them as tight as a rope and sobbed as you shook vigorously , strands of his long hair on his limp head now shaking too. ‘ I refuse to live knowing I failed to save you! I refuse’ you didn't want to face not having the opportunity to hear his voice dampen the dark thoughts you carried in your head, not being able to see his signature smirk that you had found so annoying before but now when you look back on it, you remember how his eyes at the corners of his face would crinkle when he would smile or smirk, how his presence was the closest thing you had ever felt to home so warm so soothing, how you loved the sound of his laughter especially if you made it happen. No. No. You could not give in to this, this can't happen. You forced your pained body to sit up, your knees now cut up by the shards of rock and shrapnel now pushing into you knees as you bent, forcing all the pain behind you closed you tear soaked eyes and called out into the force and pulled each and every corner of its unfathomable depth and did your utmost best to soak it in and push it out towards Anakin’s body. It was the greatest plea for mercy you had ever attempted, it had to work. It has to. He’s the chosen one, he’s the order’s most powerful, he’s the most valiant knight in this war…he’s your Anakin .It has to work.

The silence that followed was deafening despite the marching of the droids and the yelling of your troops in the background. It left your chest heaving. He made no movement. You tightly shut the lids of your eyes, gripping your hair so hard it might rip out and turn your head facing away from his form. But- but you had felt the exhausting intensity of the force within you, so much so you swore you felt your own life force being pulled towards him like strands of thread being ripped from cloth. You swore you felt it.

Just as more tears flew out your lids, you were forced to turn your head in a flash. You felt a grip on your arm. ‘Y-y/N..’ his timid voice uttered from his bleeding lips. You felt as though you had regained your ability to breathe ‘Anakin.. You’re really here? That's you right?’ There was a moment of silence as he found his words, finding it difficult to move much until he spoke again ‘Well who else would it be?’ he spoke sarcastically. How he’s able to maintain his humour in a moment like this is truly beyond you . You bitterly scoffed ‘Guess your sense of humour survived’ you smiled through your tears just glad to see his own toothy grin etched on his scarred face ‘You’re no where near funny though, I’m sick of the stunts you pull’ ‘Y/N’ he interrupted but you continued ‘I swear to the maker I’m so done with you’ ‘Y/N’ I’m telling the council to keep me away from you’ you rambled ‘Y/N listen to me!’ ‘What?!’ you replied frustrated as you finally found it within yourself to look him in the eyes, you immediately melted. ‘I’m in love with you.. And you’re right I’m stupid for waiting this long to know it and letting it get this far, I felt your pain, I felt everything and I still feel you within me I think I always will, I don't ever not want to feel it again, I’m so utterly in love with you’. As soon as he finished, you did not leave it even a second to give in, give into the urge you both knew you nurtured over the years and you kissed him, it was the most beautiful culmination of the closest bond Y/N and Anakin had ever had, they were finally one. It was soft and tender, both their bodies intertwined ‘I love you too, more than anything or anyone in this whole galaxy, I love you’ you breathed out. The biggest smiles that had ever decorated their faces, hands tightly held. Their love was not bound or complicated anymore.

Until it was. ‘Jedi Knight L/N, step away from Skywalker immediately.’ the sharp voice of your master tore through your ears. You looked up to see him and Master Kenobi looking down at both of your figures tightly woven. Rex must have called for back-up as soon as you told him to take over, knowing the battle was too much for the troops to handle alone. Both you and Anakin had been so immersed in one another you had not felt the familiar presence of your masters, but both of you knew that they had witnessed your admission of love. All of it. ‘You both have disgraced all that the Jedi Order stands for, you have acted selfishly, unrepentantly indulging in the apparent attachment you have formed, almost jeopardising the Republic and the war.’ As their harsh expressions stared at you, you both peered at each other, looking into his deep blue eyes whilst Anakin focused on yours.

And that was the last time in a year you had seen them and he had seen yours. They told you that you should be grateful that you had not been expelled, that you should be grateful that you had been forgiven. It didn't feel like a relief, it felt a punishment. The most cruel one at that. Never had you been kept apart like this, the first separation you had faced since your padawan days, like a tree torn from its roots. The council kept both of you busy with one gruelling mission after another consecutively, systems apart.

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After a particularly harrowing mission from Hadros the Republic frontier, Anakin was finally sent back ‘home’ to Coruscant. The war seemed so mechanical now. He felt no different than the droids, sent to fight as though it was automated. What was the meaning of it all if you were supposed to fight for it but not care for it, no attachments. His head reminded him yet again. Obi- Wan insisted he sympathised with him yet he had drilled this further into his mind after.. He didn’t let his mind wander to her. It was too painful. Ever since that day on the battle of Caraxes, where you brought his essence to life, he had felt a tight tether to you. He meant what he said, he felt everything she had felt, her pain, her tears. He believes the force has tied a knot, intertwining him and you. A part of Y/N in him. He swears sometimes, he hears whispers of your voice in his mind when he’s in pain, which has only happened more now that he's kept apart from you. He shuffled restlessly in the bed of his quarters, sleep has not been a familiar friend of his, your memories on the other hand, had been. He needed to attempt to control his qualms so he decided to take a familiar walk in the temple, in the quiet safety of the night.

Your ship the Custodian, had just arrived back to Coruscant deep into the night after it had sustained unmanageable damage. This particular battle had taken a heavy toll on your troops and especially on you. The war had caused so much loss, and taken too many lives. This battle had taken the lives of a large part of your troops, their deaths had hit you to the core of your being. Death ever since Caraxes, had the most scarring effect on your mind, every death you witnessed, was a callous reminder of him.. his memories constantly haunted you. Coming back here on top of the heavy feelings you carried was inexplicably painful. The temple carried far too many memories you two had shared. Joyful ones, a stark contrast to the memories you had made since the day you parted. Your mind felt so burdened by the past year and this mission that your mind was brimming with dark thoughts.You needed a release, you felt yourself wanting to cry and so you found your feet wandering to the familiarity of the temple courtyard. It was a stormy night filled with lighting and relentless rain, which is rare for Coruscant, ‘but I guess that conceals the very obvious tears falling from my face’, you pondered, ‘At least the maker has shown mercy’. You found yourself in the centre of the courtyard, pulling your lightsaber out to release some tension by training, it's the nearest thing to a distraction you had found along the way. The deep blue hue reflected on the drenched ground, as your tunic became further damp. The swift, violent strike of the saber whooshing against the whistling wind. Your wet hair swayed messily, tears mixing within the rain as the force grasped for your attention. You swore you felt his presence, but you dismissed it as a cruel deceit of your mind. It had been tormenting you with his voice every now and then, almost taunting you for being torn apart. You continued.

Anakin paced, evidently on edge as the rain poured and the wind roared, his eyes roamed aimlessly until a clear blue hue similar to his own in the distance caught his eye. He felt himself impulsively walking towards it with no care for the rain that now dripped down his face and soaked his battle-worn armour. He wandered as slow as his legs would allow, scared to face the possibility that his mind had yet again betrayed him. Yet when his eyes fell on her figure, skillfully striking her saber just the way he had become accustomed to all these years, he stopped dead in his tracks, she was beautiful. Although his mind should be racing with thoughts, her being in such close proximity to him quietened every thought he had plaguing his mind in the past, he became focused on the present, a present with her, as he yet again made steps towards her .

Shivers envelop her, as his hands slowly ghost down her arms. A soft stroke, that both could never allow to be a mere memory. Y/N let out a hushed gasp, goosebumps appearing as her eyes closed, soaking in the feeling of his touch. He had been deprived of her and now as he heard her gasps under his touch he was desperate to hold her in his arms as close to his firm as physically possible. His mind wandered to avenues they had never dared venture to, it was a cavernous desire forged by his relentless yearning for her. It became explicit to her that his mere presence was intoxicating, the type of intoxication that forces one to relinquish any morals, any code that confines them. She turned to face him steadily, looking at his eyes, still the familiar blue that reminded her of home, but darkened with thoughts she wasn’t trained to comprehend. After a distance of systems, now remained inches in between us, through the sound of the cracks of lightning that lit up both their faces in intervals and the heavy pattering of rain, the two could discern a dense tension in the air as deep, sharp breaths were drawn between them that could be felt on their faces. As she glimpsed at his rain dripped lips and he did hers both their voices echoed in the bond of their tied minds. ‘I want you to give in’. These whispers were electrifying so much so, that they both truly gave in, closing the gap that had been created in between by the same order that intertwined their souls from the first day they met when timid smiles were shared between the two. Now, their bond had grown far beyond the boundaries set as Anakin gripped her face with an unwillingness to ever let go again and clashed his soft lips hungrily against hers. Y/N roped her arms around his arms just as tightly as she had that day he almost left her side forever, making sure to never let go again no matter the order, the restrictions that had trapped them their whole lives. They both didn’t care if they were forgiven.

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dracowars · 9 months

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Could I request Anakin X Reader where it’s her birthday and he plans a surprise? 🤍

surprise | anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin x jedi!reader

word count: 0,6k

summary: where anakin surprises y/n for her birthday

a/n: feedback and reblogging is always appreciated! <3

warnings: mentions of war

universe: star wars

Completely exhausted from another day on the battlefield, you enter your quarters, the door closing behind you with a hiss. Immediately, you toss your cloak in the corner, remove the belt that holds your Jedi robes together, and flop down onto the hard mattress, your eyes fixed on the window as the stars outside pass by at the speed of light.

You run your hands over your face and do not move a single muscle for a few seconds after, exhaustion fully taking over your body.

Today was a day like any other. Expect that it wasn't. Actually, it is quite a special day but you have not felt like it was any special for years. Your birthday did not matter for a very long time, especially during these difficult times of war. That is why you did not tell anyone about it. It would not help anyone anyway so you chose to stay silent about it. In the end, it is just a day.

Yet, deep down, you catch yourself wishing for this day to once again become special, just for you.

The beeping of your comlink, however, stops your thoughts, starting you slightly, and a second later you silently curse whoever dares to page you again at this hour. Nevertheless, you cannot not take the call, so you answer it, dreading to hear the voice on the other end.

"Y/N, I need you back in the control room", Anakin's slightly distorted voice demands and all you want to do is scream out loud. "Right now."

"I will be right there", is all you reply, annoyance resonating in your voice, although hearing his voice instantly gave you butterflies that you choose to ignore. Sighing deeply, you get up from your uncomfortable mattress, grab your cloak, and make your way through the huge ship until you finally arrive at the control room.

Whatever Anakin wants from you right now, it better be something important or you will not be able to contain your anger any longer. On the way here you hardly met any clones, all of them probably already fast asleep in their own quarters. It genuinely feels like Anakin and you are the last people awake on this star destroyer.

As soon as this thought crosses your mind, however, you are immediately taught otherwise. Because when the door to the control room opens and you step in, a bunch of clones suddenly jump out of every corner and a sign with the words Happy Birthday dangles from the ceiling.

Unable to believe your eyes, you stop dead in your tracks, your mouth hanging open in shock as your closest friends celebrate you, cheering for you. On your special day.

"Surprise!", Anakin exclaims loudly as he steps right in front of you, the smile on his face brighter than you have ever seen before. A few seconds ago you were ready to throw all sorts of different objects at him and all you feel now is affection.

"I-I don't even know what to say. I'm-", you begin, but you are, in fact, at a loss of words. You never would have expected that all these people cared about you, did all this just for you. Touched and a little bit overwhelmed by your emotions, tears well up in your eyes and you place your hand on your heart.

Anakin, who notices this immediately, of course, pulls you into a tight hug.

"And you really thought you could keep it a secret from me", he whispers in your ear, then loosens the hug to look at you with a proud grin on his lips before kissing you on the cheek. "Happy birthday. May you always stay the way you are and may the Force lead you into a bright future."

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lovelybucky1 · 11 months

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Ego (rockstar!anakin x reader)

warnings: band!au, AFAB!reader, spitting, light choking, praise, degradation, (mentioned) exhibitionism, (mentioned) public sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, m!receiving oral sex, rough sex, smoking, consumption of alcohol, anakin is kind of an asshole in his, but he loves you

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The concert was explosive. Your ears still ring from the deafening bass from the speakers next to the stage and your nose is filled with the scent of smoke and sulfur from the fireworks that lit off during the last song.

You push through the flow of the bustling crowd leaving the venue, as you make your way up to the stage. You climb over the barrier and skip up the stairs. You slip behind the curtain and walk through the backstage area to the back exit.

The roadies are wheeling the band’s equipment to the bus and are packing it up to be transported to the next city overnight. You cut in front of the train of carts and equipment and run towards the bus, your stiletto heels clicking on the wet pavement.

When you reach the door, you find it already open. You walk up the few stairs and find yourself standing in a cloud of cigarette smoke. The band is lounged on the leather couches, each with a bottle and a cigarette in either hand. Everyone cheers when they notice you; they all love you.

“There they are!” Kit exclaims.

Ahsoka, the newest addition to the band and the youngest of the group at 19, giggles loudly at something on her phone, obviously a little intoxicated.

You greet them all as you walk towards the couch towards your boyfriend. Anakin is lounging lazily on the couch, his feet kicked up on the arm of the couch, with a cigarette balanced between his fingers. He looks up at you as you walk by, eyes half-lidded and a little glazed. He smiles slowly as he takes in your outfit: tight pants, his band’s shirt cut and distressed into something very revealing, and high heels.

Anakin is wearing something of similar style: a sweat-stained dark gray t-shirt, black distressed skinny jeans, and large black boots that make him even taller. His piercings glitter in the low light, and his smudged eyeliner makes your knees weak.

“Hey, baby,” he grins, reaching his hand out to grab your waist.

“Hey, Ani,” you laugh as he guides you into his lap.

He puts his cigarette in his mouth to free his other hand to touch you. With a smirk, he pulls you up his body so you’re straddling his waist.

“The show was amazing tonight,” you say.

“God, it was,” he says, closing his eyes and grinning as he reminisces on the night.

There’s nothing Anakin loves more than attention. He’s the front man of the band, always has all eyes on him. Everyone in the crowd cheers for him, is there to see him, wants him. As much as Anakin loves to play his music, he loves the ego trip even more.

“Everyone loved you.”

“It was electric. I can still feel it,” Anakin said with a groan.

Being on stage turns all of Anakin’s emotions up to eleven, and he rides that high for a long while after the concert. Like now, he’s looking up at you with lust blown eyes and you can feel his cock growing harder underneath you.

“Don’t be a diva, Ani, they loved all of us,” Ahsoka chimes in.

“Please, if Kit’s ugly ass was our front man, that venue would be empty,” Anakin huffs. “Everyone wants what they can’t have, so they’ll buy songs and tickets and all the other stupid shit we come up with just so they can get a taste of what it’d be like to have me.”

“If your head gets any bigger, it’ll pop,” Aayla rolls her eyes.

“Well,” Anakin swings his legs around so his feet are back on the floor, keeping you in his lap. “In that case, I better make good use of my time before I get my brains all over the bus.”

Anakin places his hands under your thighs and stands up. You wrap your arms and legs around him and hold on tightly, your faces just inches apart.

“Ugh,” Ahsoka groans.

With a wide grin, Anakin walks you back to the bedroom at the back of the bus. It’s a large bed that Anakin has claimed since he put them on the map, much to the other’s annoyance. Anakin kicks open the door and takes one long stride before he’s dropping you down on your back atop the bed.

He shuts the door and makes quick work of shedding his sweaty t-shirt. His abs ripple when he puts his arms down and you find yourself staring at the tattoos that litter his abdomen, chest, and arms. You reach out to trace the stars mirrored on each of his hip bones, those being your favorite tattoos of his.

He looks down at you with exhaustion-heavy eyes, the liquor he undoubtedly had, not helping. Despite how tired he is, he needs to get the leftover adrenaline out of his system.

“You’re not even gonna let me kiss you first?” he asks you with a raised eyebrow.

“You taste like cigarettes.”

“That’s how I got you addicted to me in the first place,” he smirks as he reaches up to graze his thumb over your jaw.

“Trust me, that’s not what got me addicted.”

“No? Then what was?” he smiles as he waits for an answer. “My money? My fame? My dick?”

You roll your eyes. “Kiss me, you idiot.”

Anakin grins as he bends down to kiss you. He smashes your lips together in a rough, passionate kiss. He does taste like cigarettes, as well as alcohol and something that is so distinctly Anakin.

“I’m so fucking horny for you,” he breathes against your lips when the kiss finally breaks. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, not expecting such blunt words. “I was thinking about you the whole goddamn time.”

“What were you thinking about?” you ask curiously, your face still inches away from his, looking at his stained mouth from your lipstick.

“Bringing you up on stage and taking you in front of everybody,” he confesses as his hands travel from your neck down to your torso.

“I think that’d make the fangirls jealous.”

“Good. Let them be jealous. Let them see how good I can give it.”

Anakin stands up straight and you bring your hands up to work at Anakin’s pants; unzipping the fly and pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down far enough for his cock to spring free. It almost his you in the face as the pink tip bobs tantalizingly in front of you. You look up at him, silently asking for permission to put your mouth around it.

“It’s not gonna suck itself,” he smirks as he guides your head towards his length with a hand in your hair.

Once you get your mouth on his dick, he loosens his hold on you and allows you to go at your own pace. His voice is already a little hoarse from performing tonight, and the added gravel to his moans make your head spin as you listen below him.

“Fuck, they’d be so jealous. I’d take you up there and let you suck my dick in the middle of a song, just like this.”

Anakin tilts his head back in a groan as you flick your tongue around the tip.

Your mouth waters aroud his length, and after a few bobs of your head, drool is leaking from the corners of your mouth and down your chin. Anakin loves when you get messy like this, especially when your dark lipstick leaves prints at the base of his cock.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he groans.

Anakin threads his fingers through your hair and holds you tightly, not directing you, just making sure you feel it.

You take him all the way into your throat and look up at him with glassy eyes as you gag around him. Anakin loves the feeling of your throat contracting as you struggle not to gag; it feeds his ego knowing that his dick is too big even for someone so well trained.

Anakin feels like orgasm nearing, so he pulls you off by your hair so he does not finish too quickly.

You sit back on your knees and wipe your face with the back of your hand. You look sinful underneath him like this; lipstick smudged and eye makeup running from tears.

“Come up here, baby,” he says, taking your hand and tugging you to your feet. You put your arms around his neck and look up at him, feeling small in his arms. “I want you to give me some marks. I want something to show off tomorrow,” he grins.

You lean in to latch your lips onto his pec, sucking the smooth skin that covers the hard muscle into your mouth. You suck firmly, pinching thr skin between your teeth as you do. A satisfied hum rumbles through his chest when you pull away and he sees the dark red mark you left on his pale skin.

Before long, his chest, collarbone, neck, and abdomen are littered with similar sized hickeys. After each one you left, he reached down to press his fingers into the forming bruise, just to feel the dull pain.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” Anakin says, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close so your hips are pressed flush to his.

“Then why don’t you fuck me?”

“Is that how you ask for it?” he asks with a smirk.

“No, but I have a feeling you’ll give it to me either way.”

Anakin chuckles as he slides his hands up your sides, pushing your shirt up as he does. You raise your arms above your head and he pulls it off, revealing your lace bra underneath.

Anakin’s eyes darken even more as he takes in the sight of the delicate black lace over your perfect tits. It’s beautiful, and Anakin was to destroy it. He grabs each cup firmly in his large hands and pulls, ripping the pretty bra down the center.

“What the fuck?” you gasp. “That was expensive!”

“You bought it with my money, didn’t you?”

You glare at him. “Yes, but-”

“Then I should be able to do whatever I want with it.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you huff as your shrug off the scraps of your ruined bra.

His hands move to the front of your jeans, but you swat them away before he can ruin anymore of your clothes. While you take your pants off, he does the same.

Now, you’re both standing in the tour bus bedroom, completely bare to each other’s gazes.

“Turn around,” Anakin orders.

“Make me,” you challenge.

He gives you an unimpressed stare before he grabs your hips and spins you around. He pushes you so you lay face down on the bed, but you do not stay there. You prop yourself up on your elbows and just as you look back at him, his long fingers slide through your wet folds.

“Soaked for me, huh?” Anakin chuckles.

“Don’t tease me, Ani.”

Anakin eases two fingers into you, curling them along the way to find the spot inside you that makes you clench.

“Or what? We both know you can’t resist anything I do to you.”

You hate that he’s right, but whatever annoyance that was building inside of you quickly disappated as he began to move his fingers in and out of you.

Anakin didn’t spend long opening you up before he replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock.

He did tease you; he slapped your pussy with it before giving you just the slightest amout, enough to stretch but not enough to fill.

“It’s not enough,” you whine.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” he says, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. “You want more?”

“Yes, please.”

Anakin grips your hips firmly, then slides all the way in. That’s how Anakin goes about everything: all or nothing. You cry out as you adjust to the intrusion, but he doesn’t give you much time befote he starts to rut into you.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight. Your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” he asks.

“Yes, yes, it’s yours,” you whimper.

With each stroke, the sound of his hips hitting your ass fill the room is sharp claps. You can feel the tip of his cock in your stomach after every thrust in, and it punches the air out of your lungs. Anakin fucks you hard and fast, his fingers digging into your hips which will surely bruise.

After a while of this position, Anakin wraps his forearm around your middle and pulls you up so you’re standing, trapped between him and the bed.

His large hand presses on your lower abdomen so he can feel each thrust of his cock inside you, and because he knows the added pressure will make it so much better for you. Anakin hooks his chin over your shoulder and presses his mouth to your ear so he can whisper.

“I fuckin’ own this pussy, got that? I own you.”

Your stomach flips at his vulgar words and you lean your head back on his shoulder and moan.

Anakin can’t help himself when he sees your mouth open wide for him. He reaches up and hooks his finger in your cheek to hold it open, then spits. Some of it lands on your cheeks and lips, but most of it lands on your tongue.

“Swallow that,” he says, his breath hot on your ear.

You do as he said, swallowing his spit obediently. It’s hot and dirty and everything you love, all at once. It’s overwhelming, overstimulating, and unless Anakin physically stops you, you’re going to cum soon.

“You’re so fuckin’ good for me. Bet you’d let me fuck you like this on stage, huh? Serve me while everyone is cheering for me like I’m God.”

Anakin’s voice is low and rough, obviously growing more desperate with each stroke. He pushes you forward and you brace yourself on the bed with your arms. He leans over your back and licks a hot strike over your sweaty neck before sinking his sharp teeth into the tender skin under your ear.

You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain from Anakin’s teeth in your skin. You’re sure it will leave a crescent bruise behind, but you can’t bring yourself to mind right now.

“Let me cum inside you,” he says in your ear.

Finding your words to be lost, you nod, giving him permission to claim you. He makes a noise akin to a growl as his thrusts start to pick up in speed. They become more erratic as he nears closer to his orgasm, and yours slowly builds along with his.

He grabs your hips and thrusts deep inside you, then holds you flush to him as he pumps his load into you. The feeling of his hot cum flooding your insides makes your eyes roll back, and you lean to rest your head on his shoulder. He grabs your throat and presses his lips to your temple.

“Cum around my cock. I want to feel you.”

His other hand reaches down between your legs and begins to toy with your clit. The feeling of his fingers rubbing you in just the right way, his still-hard cock inside you, along with his cum leaking down your pussy work together to throw you over the edge.

You whimper as you begin to cum. Your knees feel weak as your lower stomach blooms with warmth and pleasure.

Anakin revels in the feeling of your walls convulsing around his sensitive dick. If he hadn’t already cum, your pussy would be milking him like this. Once you’ve finished riding out your high, Anakin pulls out of you and lays you down on the bed before joining next to you.

He turns you around so you're facing away from him and he spoons you, pulling your back to his sweaty chest.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” he whispers.

“Felt so good,” you reply quietly.

Anakin’s cum is still leaking from between your legs, but neither of you care right now. You’re both exhausted, wrung out from sex and the busy day before this.

“Hey,” Anakin says, breaking the silence in the room.

“Hey.”

“Tomorrow night after the show, I’m gonna marry you.”

“What?” you gasp, turning around in his arms.

“I want to make it official. Make sure that everyone knows I’m off the market. That you’re the only one who actually gets any real part of me.”

Anakin may have a reputation of being a diva, an egotistical superstar, which isn’t necessarily untrue, but like this, in private with you, he’s tender, loving, and real.

“So what do you say?” he asks, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

You smile wide and bring him in to kiss. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” you say against his lips.

He kisses you again, deeply, as he confesses all of his love for you with a physical act.

In the back of your mind, you wonder if you’ll get hate from Anakin’s fans for stealing their celebrity crush from them, but you shrug that thought off. On stage, he may belong to everyone, but here, he’s only yours.

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fuckmyskywalker · 5 months

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need to ride dad!Anakin’s combat boot while he works on some mission plan…

— CW: 18+, Smut. Fauxcest (Anakin is called "Dad"), if you are uncomfortable/don't like it don't read it. Grinding. Boot riding. Mentions of pet play. Slight mean Anakin.

— a/n: I'm a dad!Anakin apologist. At this point I'm down bad. Also, please take this as an apology for my hiatus.

“Stop fidgeting so much,” Anakin whispers, yanking your hair by the roots and gritting his teeth. “Dad is busy.” Biting your lips to hold a whine, you nod. He is generous enough to let you get off on his boot, perhaps you are being too greedy. Anakin rolls his eyes and returns his attention to the communicator on his wrist. “Sorry about that… my dog was trying to jump on the couch.” The lie is not even convincing, but his tone is.

“You have a dog?” Obi-Wan asks from the other side of the line. “Since when?”

Anakin looks at you, lifting his foot so your wet folds rub against the tip. “Around 6 months?” His lips curve to a wicked smile, that’s the time you two have been dating. Holding onto his knee, you gasp quietly, jolting your hips forward to increase the speed of your grinding. “Where were we?” He coughs.

“Ah— yes,” Obi-Wan continues. “There are reports of increased Separatist activity near the Rishi Maze. It's a strategic location, and our sources indicate a possible assembly of their forces. I believe we should investigate and take preventive measures."

“The Rishi Maze has been a critical region lately…” Anakin observes, humming as he pulls on your hair again. “Rex mentioned something about that, something about unusual encrypted communications.”

“I’ll propose the mission to the Council. Maybe they’ll give us the green light.”

“Thank you Obi-Wan, you know they won’t listen to me.” You are glad Anakin is about to hang up the call, hoping he’ll finally pay attention to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow—” But your excitement is too much. The slick that coats his black leather boots helps ease the rocking of your hips, but after a particularly harsh grind on the hem of the tongue of the shoe, a broken whine escapes your lips— painfully audible. Anakin’s eyes narrow and his shoulders tense; you can read it in his eyes, you are in big trouble.

“What was that?” Obi-Wan asks. You can even hear his frown.

“My dog” Anakin spits, leaning forward and pushing you off his boot. Lifting it, he places the heel against your naked shoulder. “She just wants attention. I think she is in heat or something, I don’t know much about animals.”

Obi-Wan sighs through the communicator. “A dog is a responsibility you are not ready for, Anakin. How did you manage to keep her alive for more than a week?”

“Oh, I have my ways. Turns out I’m a better dad than I thought.”

Obi-Wan chuckles, but there is nothing humorous about the situation… not for you at least.

When the call finally ends you can breathe, but Anakin seems to have other plans in his twisted mind. Standing up, he removes the commlink from his wrist and throws it over the couch where he was sitting seconds ago. Staring down at you, he shakes his head as you attempt to stand up, applying more pressure against your shoulder until you are lying on the cold wooden floor of your flat, his heel digging painfully against your skin.

“Are you that desperate?” He asks mockingly. It is better for you if you cooperate, it is a lesson you learned the hard way. “Are you that needy for Dad’s cock?” You nod to both questions, feeling your cheeks heat up at the humiliation.

“Please, Dad. I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to—”

“Shut up.” He rolls his blue eyes, taking a few steps so both boots are now on either side of your head. You have a direct view of his crotch, shivering at the sight of the visible outline of his cock under his black pants. “I think you need a lesson again. To be reminded of your place.” His voice lowers, and you don’t know if you are shivering from pleasure or fear. “But don’t worry, Dad will take care of you.”

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nwndrlndn · 10 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I understand.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did.”

“You did. Have you changed your mind?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanted touch you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“More than you love Gracies Gras?”

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erinkeifer · 7 months

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ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕕𝕖

[Anakin Skywalker x Padawan!Fem Reader]

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Summary: For several years, you've been Anakin Skywalker's Padawan. Even though you're afraid to admit it, you've burned out. You have no intention of adhering to the Jedi code any longer, and fighting for the Republic has ceased to be your sole purpose in life. However, your knighthood is approaching soon, but before that happens, you must undergo one final training session alongside your master. Why won't you complete it?

Author Note: I wouldn't technically call it pure 'smut' but due to nudity and sexual tension, I would classify my text as suitable for readers aged 18+. I apologize for any inconvenience!

Word Count: 4,2k

This isn't the first time something inside you has started to crack before entering the training room. The closer the knighting ceremony approached, the more your thoughts turned away from the Order. Obi-Wan's lectures no longer resonated with you – though you hold him in the highest regard, you no longer see value in the moralizing lessons about what Jedi can and cannot do.

For some time now, he no longer stops you in the corridor to share his guidance repeatedly, believing that since he handed you over to Anakin, you would become more disciplined and loyal to the Order.

Well... it's quite the opposite.

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Today's training was a torment - not because Anakin demanded too much, and not because you were resistant to the activities. This time, Anakin's mind was completely elsewhere, and there were moments when he wasn't even paying attention to what you were doing. The lack of instructions left you unsure of what to do, and the minutes of exercises stretched out like hours.

At this time, the contours of the training room were illuminated only by the view of the nighttime Coruscant and the blue glow of your lightsaber. You practiced old, familiar combat forms while Anakin stood with his back turned to you, gazing pensively at the view beyond the mighty glass window.

For you, it was supposed to be training as usual, and you stuck to that. You wanted to impress your Master as much as possible, and despite the lack of guidance, you operated at full throttle. However, even increasing your performance didn't allow you to focus when your thoughts drifted to Anakin.

There was a cloud of tension over him, so thick that you could hardly recognize him. And even though you knew that he had experienced some rough days since his divorce from Padme, today you sensed something entirely different.

"Focus," Anakin mumbled, standing with his arms crossed behind his back, his gaze fixed on the cityscape.

In moments like these, you always cursed your ability to read each other's emotions. You chose to remain silent in response to his words and continued your improvised training as if nothing had happened. At least for a while.

"Master?" You paused, trying to get his attention.

"Master, do you even know what I'm doing right now?" You added, deactivating your lightsaber.

Anakin didn't react to your words, which filled you with even greater concern. Was it your fault? Did you mess something up? Did you disappoint him? Negative thoughts swirled in your head so intensely that you didn't even notice when you first addressed him by his name.

"Anakin? What's going on?"

Hearing his name, he almost immediately turned towards you, remaining silent for the first few moments.

"Please, go back to your training," he uttered after a brief silence, causing even more doubts within you.

"No..." You replied after a while, gathering your thoughts to justify your actions.

"So we have nothing to talk about." Anakin interrupted, turning back towards the window.

"I can't even remember the last time we had a normal conversation... Master, I'm just worried," you said, gently grabbing Anakin's arm.

"Worried? About what?" he muttered, not even looking at your anxious face.

"About you. You're... different. Lately, we can't even work together... communicate..." you replied in an emotional tone, receiving only silence in return.

"I know the past few months haven't been kind to you... the divorce from Padme was tr..."

"Don't say that name," Anakin impulsively interrupted, turning towards you and removing your hand from his arm.

His tone abruptly turned rough and commanding, and the gesture he made instinctively made you take a step back.

"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to..."

"So, tell me what you meant," Anakin cut you off once again, and you felt the boundary you were trying to establish in your communication with your Master shatter.

"Whatever is happening, good or not, I want to know... I want to know if I might be the problem here by any chance. Am I making a mistake? Am I getting on your nerves?" The longer you spoke, the more anxious your tone became.

"You shouldn't care about that. Our path is coming to an end soon, and ahead of you lies a new one that you'll traverse on your own... unless your conflict dictates otherwise," Anakin replied with a serious tone, this time not averting his gaze from you.

Hearing about the conflict sent shivers down your spine. Did Obi-Wan tell him about your doubts? Or, worse, does he know about your stance towards the Order?

"Conflict? W-what do you mean?" you stammered, feeling the stress engulfing you more and more.

"Let's be serious. I didn't need anyone to convey your doubts to me... I know that this training means little to you," Anakin explained in a calmer tone.

"It's not like that... I've always been committed..."

"Believe me, you have no reason to give up. Leaving the Order at this stage is not a good choice, especially for..."

"Master, please stop," you interrupted Anakin, feeling like you had nothing left to lose. He had seen through you completely. You no longer cared whether he found out on his own or through someone else.

"I have a reason for it," you replied with a trembling voice, trying to gradually focus all of Anakin's attention on yourself.

"What reason?" he asked with a voice full of doubt.

"It's about you, Master," you continued, not believing you had spoken those words.

"I'm sorry, but..." You felt yourself slowly falling apart. Anakin stood before you in complete confusion, and you seized the moment. You stood on tiptoe to reach his face, and your lips collided. The kiss you gave him was so intense that it would have sufficed if it were never to happen again. At least that was the intention, because the reality was entirely different - no longer, deeper, more intense kiss would satisfy you enough to leave this room fulfilled.

Anakin broke the kiss, not believing what had just happened. As soon as your gazes returned to each other – his, full of confusion, and yours, filled with guilt and shame – Anakin distanced himself and had no idea what to do with himself. He nervously glanced around the room.

"Go back to your quarters. Training is over," he replied in a cold, trembling tone, and you did as he commanded.

Tears welled up in your eyes even before leaving the training room. It felt like your end – the official end with the Jedi and the end of a certain chapter in your life, which, despite everything, had seemed to be the most beautiful.

The doors slammed shut behind you with a bang, and as soon as you found yourself in the corridor, you began to run. You sobbed, knowing that at this time, no one should be wandering down this path, even though you knew it was not a place where you could afford to release your emotions.

Without the strength to use the Force, you opened the door to your room with a code and impulsively slammed it shut behind you. As soon as you removed the belt with your lightsaber and tossed it aside, you threw yourself onto your bed, burying your head in the pillow, trying to scream and cry out all your emotions and the indescribable pain inside you.

It was a moment when you felt as if you were awaiting execution rather than preparing for sleep. The pain consumed you from within to the point that you might have understood for the first time why Jedi couldn't have attachments.

A dead silence filled the room, against which your sobbing became even more piercing. You wished you could escape from the temple – you just wanted to run away and leave Coruscant without a trace, but you knew it was impossible.

At that moment, you felt someone's presence. The door to your room slowly opened, even though you had made sure to lock it.

Anakin.

You felt as if your heart had stopped, and only the darkest thoughts filled your mind. You were certain he had come to reprimand you, perhaps take away your lightsaber, or even expel you from the temple. Drenched in tears, turned away from your master, you waited as if for a judgment.

"Master, I... I'm so sorry... I swear, I..." you stammered with a trembling voice, feeling Anakin's gaze on your back as he stood in the doorway.

"Never do this again," Anakin interrupted in a stern voice. As he spoke those words, you sat on the bed motionless, lacking the courage to turn and look at him.

Soon, you shuddered at the sound of the door closing. Although at first, you were certain your master had left the room, you realized that what you had heard was the sound of the lock being turned from the inside.

"Not where the surveillance can see us," he added after a moment, slowly making his way toward you.

It was a moment when you froze. Not knowing what to do, you nervously got off the bed, still avoiding eye contact with Anakin.

"Don't," Anakin said, noticing that you were about to turn toward him.

You stood there, trembling, your back still turned to your master, not knowing what he meant. You felt vulnerable, and though the fear still lingered within you, this time you sensed that the kind of tension that had built up around Anakin was entirely different from what you had experienced before.

He sensed you better than you sensed him. He felt every flicker of your fear, felt your sadness, and the tension you had laid out before him like a platter. His steps sent shivers down your spine, but you no longer heard them. He stood right behind you, mere millimeters from your back.

His right mechanical hand, clad in a black leather glove, landed on your waist. Your cutout white jumpsuit exposed your bare skin there, so you instantly felt the chill of his touch.

"Don't be afraid of me," he whispered into your ear after a moment, causing you to feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

Your body was completely paralyzed under his touch – you stood still, nervously swallowing saliva as you looked at your reflections in the glass tiles on the wall in front of where you both stood.

"I- I'm not." you whispered so softly that as soon as Anakin realized you were trying to speak, he leaned down lower to understand what you meant.

"I feel something else." Anakin replied, bringing his face close to yours to the point where you could feel the touch of his heated cheek. You had never been this close to him, and his scent, which reminded you of a combination of leather and saffron, was intoxicating.

You closed your eyes, and soon you felt his lips on your neck – it was a moment when you felt as if an electric current had passed through you, so intense that you didn't even notice when his left, uncovered hand landed on the other side of your waist.

This time, the touch of his hand felt much more passionate to you – and it was hardly surprising because at this moment, he felt your body with his own skin, not touch sensors.

You shivered slightly when you suddenly felt him bite the soft skin on your neck, and you instinctively entwined your fingers in his messy, wavy hair, gently massaging it at the roots. As he felt the touch of your hand, he sucked on your skin even harder than before, leaving purple bruises one after another.

You had the feeling that it was a dream. You couldn't believe what was happening, but second by second, it was sinking in that every movement was happening here and now. It wasn't a dream, and everything you felt was real and intense – you also knew that you wanted to give the same to Anakin.

You wanted to give him pleasure, and in some way... you had known it for a long time.

Gently, you raised his left hand to your face, which had been attached to your body until now, and started kissing it – the longer you did it, the more passion you put into it. Anakin lifted his lips from your neck to watch your movements through your arm.

You tried to satisfy his gaze to the point that you didn't even notice when his fingers traveled to your mouth. At this moment, the tension that buzzed within him was gradually approaching a very dangerous limit - you felt it as intensely as never before.

You finally wanted to look into his eyes and see something more than just the corner of his face, so you gently lowered his hand, moist from your kisses, to turn around and face your Master. Anakin realized your intention faster than you expected - without saying anything, he grabbed you by your waist with such force that you instinctively clenched your teeth - he didn't allow you to change your position.

"Master, I just..." you began nervously, but quickly stopped when you felt Anakin's hand on your face.

"Shhh... I know." he whispered, his face very close to yours, and expecting your obedience, he removed his hand from your face.

You stood still for a moment, only to suddenly feel Anakin tearing apart the upper part of your jumpsuit with both of his hands. The material was elastic and snug against your body, but thin enough that he ripped it into pieces with surprising ease.

At that moment, Anakin spun you around to have you face him. You felt like your legs were giving way beneath you at the sight of his heated expression. You could swear there was something wild in his demeanor—his eyes seemed darker than usual, and his pupils pulsed, scanning every detail of your face.

"Now, say what you wanted to say," Anakin whispered, gazing into your eyes, which were still swollen from your earlier tears.

You didn't intend to cry anymore, at least not out of despair... Only out of pleasure.

"Nothing. Just... continue," you murmured timidly, glancing with flushed cheeks at the torn neckline of your outfit as it hung down.

"Good girl," he whispered under his breath, slowly bringing his face closer to yours.

You closed your eyes as Anakin began to kiss the spots on your cheeks where the traces of your earlier tears had run. Although you could feel the tension simmering within him, he did it incredibly gently, tracing sweet kisses along a smooth path until he reached your lips.

You expected this to be the point where the gentleness would end – and you were absolutely right. You let him take the lead in this situation – your lips were practically motionless, and your mouth slightly parted as he passionately and slowly sucked on them. After a moment, you took action yourself, exploring his firm lips enough to taste them and never forget their flavor.

Your kisses became messy and aggressive, and through half-closed eyelids, you watched as his lips and cheeks reddened. Soon, you felt him grab your torn jumpsuit's jagged collar with his hands, and with a determined motion, he slid it down. You sensed his deep breath on your breasts when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear, and his pupils dilated, exploring your bare chest amidst the shreds of white fabric.

After a moment of scanning your body with his gaze, his exposed hand found its way to your chest. Immersing yourself in his passionate touch, you intertwined your fingers with his hand anchored to your body, feeling the smooth skin beneath your fingertips and your own exposed form.

"What do you feel?" Anakin whispered, but you didn't hear his words when he kept his lips at your collarbone.

"Hm?" you murmured, inquiringly, making eye contact with him.

"Tell me. What do you feel?" You had always loved his voice, but hearing it in this situation, when his tone was strong and hungry, made your heart race steadily.

"I don't know how to... Uh... It's just..." you mumbled, hesitating to confess how strong the desire you were feeling was. Instead, you pressed his hands against your bare chest and closed your eyes, allowing him to sense your emotions through the Force.

"No," Anakin said firmly, sliding his hands down to your waist.

"I can feel you perfectly. I feel everything, but I want to hear it," he added, gazing deeply into your eyes.

You were a transparent mirror of your emotions for him, and nothing could hide from him. He knew it, and you knew it, and you had never felt more exposed to anyone.

"I... I feel... Anakin... I want you," you forced out, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

After your words, the tension in him increased, and his hands tightened on your skin.

"Prove it," he whispered after a moment, releasing his hands from your body, as if giving you free rein.

Even though you were determined to prove it to him at all costs, you didn't know where to start.

Anakin stood before you in his black robes, which you were eager to start removing, but you had no idea how to proceed. Without further calculation, you entwined your hands in his hair and began kissing his neck – initially gently and sensually, but soon you did it greedily, in sync with his accelerating heartbeat.

You nibbled and sucked on his skin, and his accelerated breaths urged you to continue. Your tongue traced along the line of his jaw, and one of your hands clenched on his robed chest.

You felt shivers hearing the soft, intermittent moans he emitted as you caressed his skin, and your inhibition gradually faded, so you wondered what your next move would be.

"Enough," he uttered in a stern and gruff tone.

You were shocked by what he said, but he didn't allow you to dwell on it any longer. He grabbed you with both strong hands and pushed you back, causing you to land on your bed. You lay on your back and observed his movements as he took a few steps to stand over you, wearing the most arrogant of smirks.

You froze as you noticed Anakin beginning to unbuckle his belt, all the while not breaking eye contact with you. Biting your lip, you observed his every move, and as he discarded the first layer of his robes, you began to slide down the lower part of your jumpsuit.

"Let me..." Anakin interrupted your actions as he saw what you were getting at and raised his mechanical hand towards your waist.

With a single, confident motion, Anakin slid the lower part of your jumpsuit down and removed the tall boots fastened to them, leaving you in just your panties. You felt excitement coursing through him as he watched you in such a state, and as you suspected, he couldn't wait any longer.

He lunged towards you, eager to be on top, and you both immediately engaged in a fervent kiss, touching each other's bodies as if time were running out.

In the midst of your passionate touches, you felt your hips collide, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Your mind raced as you felt Anakin's pulsating rhythm as he rubbed his hips against the most sensitive parts of your body, gradually picking up the pace, knowing he was pushing you to the edge of endurance.

"Anakin... Please." you whispered straight into his moist lips, after which his face lifted to look you directly in the eyes.

"Please what?" he replied with a hungry tone, expecting you to elaborate.

"I... I want..." you began to mumble.

"Words. I need your words." he whispered, maneuvering his hand around your lower abdomen.

"Fuck." you muttered under your breath, feeling how his touch electrified your entire body.

"Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?" he continued in a hoarse, desire-filled voice.

"Yes... Yes, please," you squeezed out, impulsively reaching for his belt, which, though unfastened, was still in place.

"Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you." he commanded, holding your hand against his belt.

"I want you to fuck me," you responded with a breathless voice and, finally, a hint of self-assurance.

"That's what I meant," he whispered with a slight, teasing smirk, then quickly pushed the belt aside to pull his clothes down from the waist up.

With butterflies in your stomach, you admired his impressive, naturally sculpted chest as he knelt on the bed between your legs, which you soon spread a bit wider to make more room for him. Anakin knelt, scanning every inch of your body with his eyes, but he knew that one more element was missing to complete the picture.

His hand smoothly moved up your thigh and landed on your panties, where it lingered for a while. You moaned when his fingers began to massage you through the thin fabric, but for some reason, you held back from making louder sounds, which Anakin noticed.

"The walls are soundproofed. You can scream as loud as you need to... The louder, the better," he reassured you, seeing how nervously you glanced around the room, and you nodded.

After a moment of teasing you through your clothes, Anakin reached for his pants, but after some consideration, he postponed that task and took hold of your hands.

"Do it," he said, and you pulled yourself into a half-sitting position, allowing yourself to be carried away by your intrusive thoughts.

You started by kissing his chest, gradually moving down from his collarbones. Repaying him for the purple bruises on your neck, you left a few of your own on his body as you sucked on his skin, making your way down to his abdomen.

You paused when your hands began to unbutton his pants, during which Anakin helped you by pushing his pants down the sides.

Without waiting any longer, you slipped your hand beneath his underwear, and upon feeling him, you had to admit that you were a bit concerned about whether you could handle it. Well... It's more than impressive.

With your free hand, you pushed his clothing down a bit further and began to massage him with considerable force, so much so that Anakin immediately groaned and, overwhelmed by the feeling, tilted his head backward.

"Keep.... Uh... Keep it this way." Anakin murmured, propping himself up on his arms on the bed.

You nodded, biting your lip, and continued, carefully observing the pleasure on his face. Both of you knew, however, that you wouldn't finish this way, so you began to slide off the last piece of your clothing with your free hand. But you flinched when you heard an unfamiliar sound.

"What's that? Did you hear that?" Anakin immediately turned his face toward you when he heard your words and waited for a moment to catch the presumed sound.

"General Skywalker, can you hear us?"

"Fuck," Anakin cursed, completely shocked, as he realized someone was trying to contact him through the communicator embedded in his belt.

Your disappointment was equally profound. The only thing you could do at this point was to grab your head and collapse on the bed right next to him.

"Will you answer?" you whispered, feeling Anakin's growing anger.

"I'm afraid I have no choice." he replied through gritted teeth, then rolled onto the bed enough to reach for the communicator.

"I hear you. What's the problem?" he relayed, masking his frustration as best as he could.

"General, it's better if you get here as soon as possible. We had an explosion near the temple, and there are injuries among our people. I'm sending the coordinates."

Anakin clenched his hand on the communicator and nervously swallowed, realizing that his plans for the night had just taken a 180-degree turn.

"You'd better check what's going on there," you whispered, gently stroking his shoulder.

Both of you knew it was inevitable. So, without saying anything more, Anakin left one last passionate kiss on your lips and began to put his clothes back on. Meanwhile, you pulled out some lighter nightwear from one of the drawers and threw it on temporarily, knowing that you would need to shower and change properly in the bathroom once Anakin left.

"I'm sorry about this," he said to you with a disappointed tone.

"No... You shouldn't be. I understand... Go and make sure everyone is safe."

Anakin just nodded and grabbed the doorknob, but he stopped for a moment as he was about to leave.

"Same time tomorrow?" he asked again, making eye contact with you.

"Tomorrow. Same time, Master." you replied, running your fingers through your hair. This time, both of you exchanged a mischievous smirk, but Anakin's gaze on you was like never before. He looked at you as if he had just discovered something, as if he had unearthed a treasure he desired and wanted to dig up even more.

"Get some rest." he managed to say before finally closing the door to your room.

That was the moment when you felt drained. You felt disappointment, but also an incredible, surreal ecstasy. You fell onto the bed and didn't know what to do next, other than to gaze up at the ceiling.

Well... whatever you do, one thing is for sure—you won't be sleeping tonight.

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"Yes, Master" - Anakin Skywalker x Jedi f! reader Part 2

Summary: Anakin is your Master and trains you, preparing you for any incoming war. He's not much of a talker with his apprentices, but he feels there's something different about you.

Warnings: 18+, Smutty SMUTT, unsafe sex, oral sex, fingering, cursing, fluff, MINORS DNI

Word count: 3.3k

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As soon as Anakin grabbed you by your ass, you wrapped your legs around his body as he still held you against the wall. You were still trying to keep up with his kisses, but he was urgent and had you at his mercy.

He trailed sloppy kisses on the crook of your neck and reached your right ear. "I don't want to regret this", he said with an uneven breath and you shivered.

"You won't, Master", you stated as you whined when he thrusted against your clothed core. He hissed against your ear when you said his favorite word.

"God, you're such a good apprentice", Skywalker gripped his hands on your waist and kissed you back. The air around you started to become thin and you felt your back hit your mattress.

He leaned against you and left kisses and love bites on your chest, gazing at you. You felt your skin burning under his look. Your Master trailed his hands on your side until he reached the waistband of your sweatpants and got rid of it.

His eyes flickered at the sight of your body in an ordinary lingerie and his mouth watered. Anakin had some romance before here and there, but it was never actually like he was so into it like he was right now. He felt a wave of desire wash him over like he never felt before.

He kissed your inner thigh softly and you panted, feeling his fingers rubbing against your skin. He liked the way you reacted to his touch, he liked how you felt whenever he would touch your most sensitive spots.

He was used to being rough, but he didn't want to force this into you like that, because he wasn't sure if you would like it. You didn't look like someone would grow accostumed to being slapped or choked, he thought.

Skywalker slowly drew circles on your cunt over the fabric and you squeezed your legs until you almost pressed his head between you.

Your muffled noises were banging in his head as he started to drag your pantie to the side, he was baffled to see how wet you were for him.

You gripped the sheets around your fingers when he left a huge strap of licking into your folds, opening them with his tongue. You couldn't keep your eyes open and he realized he wanted you to look at him.

"Eyes on me, (Y/N)", he said, his voice ten times deeper than it was before. You tried opening them and he circled his tongue around your clit and you clenched. You didn't obey him at first and he squeezed your wrist with his metal hand.

"You're going to look at me now, or I'll punish you later", Anakin threatened and you sighed. He kept his pace, licking you up and down until he reached your entering.

"Y-Yes", you cried out. You were trying to formulate words but your mouth wanted to moan his name out loud. One of your hands ran against his hair, messing all his curls.

"Yes what?", he forced his tongue against your hole and you whined. His flesh hand now cupping one of your breasts, squeezing it tightly. He wanted to hear it again.

"Yes, Master", your tone barely came out and he noticed it. He used his metal hand to massage your tiny button and he was tongue fucking you out of your mind. His member twitching against his sweatpants.

Skywalker surely knew how to treat a lady well as he left your folds completely wet and started sucking hard on you, never leaving your eyes. His pupils were dilated and he suddenly felt hunger consuming him as he ate you out.

You started to tremble under his mouth, it was getting hard to breathe, your mouth was dry and you groaned as he sucked on your clit. "Fuck, Anakin".

"No, no Anakin for you", he stated with a husky voice. It sounded different than before. It felt like he turned into something else but you weren't sure. And after you called him by his name, he introduced one finger inside you, moving faster.

"Oh, God", you cried. You couldn't behave yourself as you gripped hard on his hair but he didn't seem to care about it. He actually liked how you touch it.

His once gentle tongue became feral against your skin, he was gripping his teeth carefully on your folds while curling his finger inside you. "So good for your Master. So delicious", he mumbled.

He noticed you were close to your release and left you. You missed his touches as soon as he got off of your cunt. He leaned against you and kissed you, his tongue exploring yours as he made you taste yourself, and he groaned.

You could feel his arousal against his pants and managed to undress him.

You got him out of his under tunic and his shirt and before you went for his pants, you saw his eyes flickering again. He was struggling with himself.

He didn't want to become feral with you. You made sure everything was ok as you grabbed his hand and kissed it on the back.

He seemed to chill, kissing you on your neck and stripped your chest, nibbling your nipples. He just wanted to taste every inch of your body and didn't want to miss anything, making sure he left his mark on your skin, grasping his teeth on it even harder.

Anakin took off his pants and you could see his hardened cock pressed against his boxed shorts, his abds were glistened and you could see his broad chest panting.

You went delusional for a moment as you kept staring at the man that was once killing people in Mustafar.

He wasn't obviously one sympathetic Jedi anymore and you knew it. You cared for him because he seemed to care for you as well. He was well aware he should go easy on you, he wasn't turning into any saint and he knew it would probably going down for the worse with time.

He didn't want to care about that ruined life right about now. So he got rid of the only clothing he was wearing, making you livid as his member bounced up and down. Skywalker tore up your pantie and you gasped, surprised by his action.

Once again as he leaned on against you, he held his weight on your side stared at you. "How can you be so beautiful, smart and yet so innocent?", he questioned, his flesh hand traveling against your skin.

"Master, I-", you were going to ask him what he meant, but he shushed you, starting to use his tip to spread your folds and rub it against your clit. "Fuck", you moaned.

"You know I'm not a good man", he whispered against your skin, his tip resting against your entering. "I'm going to ruin your life at some point".

His words weren't actually alarming, they were making you feel more wet for him, you were craving for his cock inside you already. You were craving for him and, yet, you didn't care who the hell he was becoming.

You were caught off guard when he easily slipped inside you and his length hit your cervix, your eyes widened. You gasped against his mouth and he smirked.

Anakin was thrilled to see how you could take him fully, thrusting against your core peacefully at first.

Inside his head he was facing a hurricane of emotions, his cock throbbing against your clenching walls gave him the urge to bang you harder. He leaned back and spread your legs open, holding your thighs eagerly.

He started bouncing inside you and you couldn't wrap your head around the fact it was getting harder to not scream his name. Was he going to punish you? How was he going to do it? Was he gonna slap you in the face?

A metal hand gripped around your neck without warning, while the other one cupped one of your breasts with a handful.

You flushed your eyes closed and started to feel numb by his touch. He was mumbling disjointed words as he banged you faster and harder.

"Open your eyes for me", he groaned. You felt it again. That deep voice with a tone of anger inside him. It made you flinch around his cock and he twitched.

"Oh, Anakin", you held your head back against the sheets, forcing yourself to open your eyes and look at him. For a moment, you thought you saw his blue eyes become red, an as you blinked again they weren't there.

He stopped moving against you, his metal hand gripped tighter around your neck and it was getting harder to breathe. You hissed as you felt his member getting bigger inside you. Skywalker was making it impossible to stay sane.

"You're such a stubborn apprentice", he grunted. His raspy voice echoing inside the room. He slowly brought his cock out of you only to hit your cervix with anger this time.

"I'm sorry, Master", you whispered. You grabbed his metal hand that was squeezing your throat, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

He leaned against you, rubbing his nose against your ear as he proclaimed: "You wanna cum, you must obey me", he rocked his hips against your core once. "You don't call me by my name", and again. "You don't hold on my hand", and again.

"Am I clear?", he asked. And again. You were about to faint by the pleasure that was taking up your entire body and he loosened his grip so you could breathe.

"Yes, Master", you whined. And again he rocked against you. You started to shiver because you knew you were getting close to your release. "Please, I want to come".

He smirked and leaned forward to kiss you feverishly, his tongue rubbing yours as he started to flick one finger against your clit. You became irrational once again and didn't care, you were groaning and screaming against him.

Anakin was closer to his own release, but he didn't want to. He wanted to spend hours feeling your skin against his, because he didn't know if there would ever going to be a second time, a third time, a lifetime of this.

But as soon as you started to squeeze your legs, you were about to clench around his arousal, and that would be it for him. You left your hand fall into the mattress and into his shoulder as you screamed from your climax.

It made you dizzy, breathless, out of control from your own spasms, and he gushed inside you at the same time.

He couldn't hold it anymore and he felt something explode inside him. He was panting above you, his weight gently pressing against you.

His sweaty skin glued to yours made you both relish the moment for as long as you could. His member was still somehow twitching inside of you and you didn't want to let go.

"Fuck, you're so good", he said, his head pressed against your chest.

"You're amazingly good, Master", you stated. He was surprised by your words, actually.

Against his will, Anakin got himself outside of you and lay on your side. He didn't want to look at you just yet. He was afraid this moment will vanish from his mind one day. He was afraid every second he lived inside your room will fade away from his memory.

He was a mess inside his head and he didn't want to bring you into that. He knew, though, you always made sure you never actually cared about who he was, about what he did. You were never afraid of him, you were never intimidated by him.

You pressed your lips against his shoulder, it made him stare at you. His eyes were still blue, he was okay, for now. "It's gonna be okay, Master".

You knew him well enough to understand he was conflicted, you wouldn't give up on him that easily. You didn't want to. He didn't say a word, and he didn't want to.

Skywalker closed his eyes and didn't see that hurricane for a moment, he didn't feel himself as a Sith or something else. He felt peaceful, he felt like Anakin. He used his metal hand and grabbed yours, rubbing your knuckles.

When you looked up at him, resting your head on his shoulder, he still had his eyes closed. But he left a smile on the corner of his lips. He looked like a sculpture, his curly hair falling on his face, his bare chest peacefully going up and down.

God, it was good to feel like that. But what if one day it changed? You couldn't avoid the feeling. He sensed it inside you, and he made sure to let you know it was okay when he gripped his hand tighter against yours.

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You woke up the next day with your neck feeling sore, but you were well rested and felt like you were floating.

It didn't take much until you realized you were by yourself in your room. Of course, you were. You thought maybe you were having a vivid dream, you suddenly strangled yourself.

You were still shivering because you were aware it wasn't a dream. But you couldn't just accept to wake up with the other side of the bed next to you empty.

You had a total of zero expectations of what would come next. How would he even react when he saw you? How would YOU react when you saw him?

You didn't have plans for the day, though. So it didn't include practice or training with him and somehow it made you feel upset about it.

It was never actually a routine to train with him everyday, though. You only had high expectations because of what happened the day before.

What if he was in danger? What if he needed help and the chancelers decided he's not useful anymore? God, you couldn't keep up with those stupid thoughts in your head.

You decided to take a walk, go around the forest for fresh air. Maybe meet up with some friends so you could stop imagining different scenarios only because you fucked your Master.

Your heart skipped a beat every time you remembered of him and his touch. This is going to make you insane.

You weren't even supposed to be having second intentions with a Master, let alone one of them being Anakin. He was becoming dark and you knew it.

Every youngling, every person he killed. He wasn't supposed to be meant for you. But still, he was pulled to you like a fucking magnet and it makes you confused.

It makes you wanna bang your head over and over against a hard rock. You kept trailing the route you always do when you want to be far from people.

It has a breathtaking view of a lake, with a waterfall and crystal clear water. You sat under a tree, looking out at the paradise in front of you.

If this is what you always wanted to see and you're willing to see it for a long time, you weren't supposed to be thinking that much about Skywalker.

If you keep the same path as him, you're most likely going to end up buried in the pits of hell alongside him.

Unless he had a different plan. Unless he has it figured out.

You were dragging yourself into something you had no idea about. It was conflicting for you. To know how Obi-Wan would react to it, he would definitely call you mad, tell you to treat yourself. Tell you to forget Anakin, leave and never look back.

It was pinching your chest, to think of it like that. To see how you could walk on his side and make him change for at least one bit. You noticed he feels different when he's with you.

You've spent God knows how long there, just procrastinating your thoughts and you didn't even realize he was standing there on his feet, leaning on the tree.

"I'm starting to think you've become an illusion. Only I realized you're pulling me back every time you think about me", he said. He was wearing an armor and he looked like he was beaten up.

You gasped as you heard him. You didn't know how to react, but he made sure he was still cocky and put a grin on his face.

"What- What do you mean?", you were confused as hell. He sat next to you, getting rid of his lightsaber. He stared at your neck and rubbed his finger against it carefully.

"How does it feel?", he asked. His light touch felt like heaven.

"It doesn't hurt, Master", you stated as he gave you a sympathetic smile.

"You see, you have this force inside you, that you have no idea about", he trailed his hand upon your shoulder. "You think about me too much, it's starting to get ahold me".

You were lightheaded, you were still trying to figure out what he meant. Maybe you had an idea.

"And God, it feels like you're pulling me away from all the mess I'm getting into", he cherished your arm. "You brought me here, (Y/N). You can't keep me out of your head and it's killing me".

You widened your eyes, you couldn't even formulate a single word. It came to your mind you were definitely disturbing him, actually.

"It's killing me that I'm a monster inside and you're trying so hard to make me feel like otherwise", he explained. He held your hand tightly. "It's becoming harder to avoid you".

"I'm sorry, Anakin. I didn't think I was disturbing you", you mourned and he chuckled. He tangled his fingers around yours. They were soft and yet caloused.

"There you are with my name again. You're always reminding me who I am. Fuck, it's eating me alive", you could see he was carrying a weight on his shoulders. "You have not ever disturbed me once, my (Y/N). You're the opposite of me. You're the force balancing mine".

He kneeled in front of you only to grab your face and pull it closer to him. "I don't think I can ever be that far from you. I'm afraid I'll just get swallowed by the dark side. I'm one step close to it".

Anakin nuzzled your nose and you started to feel extremely emotional, your heart pounding in your ears. "I need you, (Y/N)", he rested his forehead against yours. You could hear him sighing, his breath was sharp.

"I can't lose you. Because if I lose you, I'll break", his voice trembled. He cupped your face with one hand. "Look at me. I lost one limb, I have a terrible scar and I just got beaten".

You took courage to stare at him, his eyes were darker, they were bright with tears. You could see he was definitely broken already. Hopeless, if anything.

"I told you it was gonna be okay, Master", you reassured him and he smiled softly. "We're gonna figure this out. Together".

He pecked your lips for a long few seconds before leaving a wet kiss on your forehead.

"Just promise me you won't give up on me", he asked. He still looked hopeless, but this time he knew you were going to be next to him.

"Never, Master", you stated. Skywalker rested his forehead on yours again before holding you closer.

He knew, at first, you were something different from the others. He was always feeling your force navigate around him every time you were thinking about him.

Anakin never really liked being close to someone, or even demonstrate affection. It just beat him to his core you could actually be the first to ever cross his shield of non-emotion and replace the cold feeling in his heart.

He just didn't know where to begin with, he only knew he had you and only you to hold on to him.

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