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MY LITTLE DOVE | ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Synopsis: You were his dove. His dove. His reason for living, for breathing in the air you spare into his lungs. Anakin might be a man who was damned from the moment he met you, but it didn't matter as long as he had his dove, his last fleeting connection to the light you were incarnated from.

Warnings: okay...here we go… possessive anakin, unhealthy obsession, fanaticism, obsessive anakin, jealousy, almost smut, definitely spicy, making out, obsessive behavior, female reader, possession, i can not stress enough that this is a darker fic. W/C: 3117

Notes: well, this was a thought!

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Anakin knew you. Arguably he knew your insides and outs better than anyone else, reading you like a book and practically predicting what you are thinking without the force's aid, which was something he chose to take pride in. However, there came a responsibility with knowing you, and that was taking care of your every need, even if that meant waiting on you hand and foot. It's not like he wanted to go drinking, but you had begged so sweetly that he couldn't help but say no. What a mistake that was.

You two had arrived at a bar stacked with people, blood-pumping music with a base you could feel reverberating in your chest, with the faint stench of alcohol that definitely wasn't legal, but that's none of his concern, only you. It was beyond him why you had voluntarily wanted to go drinking when you two could be using your rare silver of time together in the warmth of each other while he doted on your every burning need with your ravishing moans filling the air instead of whatever this was. Both of you took a seat in the back of the room on sticky cushions while the waiter took your order in an organized flourish.

"I know you wanted to do something, sweetheart, but I didn't exactly have this in mind." His calloused hand ran down the expanse of your thigh, and you leaned eagerly into the touch.

"You never give yourself a break, Ani. So I thought this would be a good way to loosen up and enjoy ourselves without the Maker-forsaken war looming over our heads." Oh. You were indeed a dream, for your consideration of his needs and putting them first, knowing how more often than not, he neglected himself of a break was rewarding, moving even. His hand involuntarily squeezed your thigh, trailing up further before stopping right where he could feel your need practically dripping for him.

"You're such a sweet little thing, aren't you, pretty girl?" You ducked your head, your face burning with heat licking up your cheeks. He chuckled, wallowing in the sensation of your thighs clenching at the sound of his voice. But, Maker, how did he end up with you all to himself? Certainly, he didn't deserve it, no, not at all, for his mind was corrupted with the sin a Jedi should never indulge in while his hallo, his angel, his saving grace, basked in the pool of a sinless life known only to purity and all the things he should be in his role as the savior in the galaxy of the damned.

Anakin should be apprehensive about the wandering eyes and the soldiers that frequently occupy the place, but depravity had him in its grasp, and he wasn't strong or willful enough to break free from it, for what could be so wrong when he could embrace all that which he longed for, a love lecherous as it was vitreous. As innocence became an afterthought to the fantasy of your corruption, debauchery became a gentle caress. The utter need for you warped into a possession that could never be slaked by even the silver of his soul carrying the light of a Jedi.

"Thank you for taking care of me, my dove," he leaned in and whispered, his teeth nipping the shell of your ear as you dissolved under the warmth of his skin into putty in his hands.

Two drinks were set carefully in front of you, and Anakin's hand retracted from your thigh, pulling the credits out of his pocket and sliding them to the waiter, her eyes gleaming as she grabbed the money, heading off to another table the next moment. You took the drink, taking a long sip before melting into the back of the cushions, your head tilted upwards as you allowed the alcohol to run its course.

Anakin's gaze befell you once more, and Gods, he could memorize his pretty dove's face for the rest of eternity. His dove, his incarnation of the light, deserved an altar to be worshiped on, a place where he could free his sins and receive penance in the drip of your euphonious voice, your saccharine words sweeter than any fruit and lighter than any song. His endless devotion would lead him on the road to salvation. He was a sinner, a damned man, but you offered him solitude where he was wandering in the unknown. The purpose you gave him breathed air into his lungs and filled him with a passion, a possession, to never be lost in those unknown regions again. As long as he was possessed by the purpose you had bestowed upon him in your first encounter, he would remain your devout disciple, bound to your side.

"I'm off to get another. Do you want more, Ani?" The voice of an angel, he thought before shaking his head and pulling out the appropriate credits for you. You looked wearily at the money, and Anakin felt your hesitation as he placed them in your palm, wrapping your fingers around the cool metal.

"My treat." Your lips extended into a wide grin, and before he knew it, you had placed a delighted peck on his unprepared lips, pulling back with that same joyous sparkle in your eyes. It was moments like these that made Anakin feel fulfilled, like he had done his job of serving you. He knew the kiss was risky, that being this close to you was risky, but he didn't care. He had spent the entire relationship being careful, cautious of every set of eyes and ears that could spell your expulsion from the order, and now he was desperate for that closeness, for your kisses, the beautiful arches of your body that leaned into his touches whether feather light and soft or rough and demanding.

Anakin's eyes held an unrestrained hunger, his body tense with anticipation before his lips descended upon yours forcefully and feverishly, spreading a wave of passion across your skin. His right hand came to cup your face, tracing over each dip and line to revere the body that looked as though it was crafted out of marble by the most gifted carver on the face of the galaxy.

"My pretty girl," he groaned in ecstasy into the kiss, his lips bearing wicked desperation that knocked out your senses as they molded against yours once more as his other hand left your face to explore the uncharted regions of your body you so gracefully offered him. His figure pushed yours closer to the seat in a way that hid your faces easier and made Anakin appear as a wall of unbreakable muscle.

You were practically trembling underneath him with your own hunger as your hand found his chest, grappling onto the robes to keep you from dissolving into the seat. His hand impatiently slid under your robes, grasping at the flesh near the root of your lust. You whimpered at his scarred hands, and he greedily drank the sound. Your noise of pleasure was a scripture meant to be prayed upon and worshiped by him, the only person capable enough to listen to a divine being such as you. The growing tightness in his pants from your soft sounds was becoming unavoidable as your lips parted for breath.

"I-I should go get the drinks," you stammered, and he chuckled, reluctantly releasing his grip on you. His dove was flustered. Anybody could tell by how you wobbled out of your seat, your body jittery as you headed toward the bar. He grabs his glass, his eyes never leaving you as he swirls the drink in his hand before taking a swig. He watched the way you twisted as you asked the bartender for a drink, sliding the credits across the counter. Your foot tapped anxiously against the hardwood, and the anticipation radiated from you in waves only he could feel through your bond.

A clone approached you, formally greeting you before waving down the bartender. He quickly identified the soldier as none other than Rex, who seemed more than enthused to start a conversation with you while you waited for your drink. You turned your back on him, greeting his captain with a smile that seemed too perfect for a man of such imperfections to witness. A pang of jealousy struck him like a blast from a rifle. He should have never agreed to let you travel to this place. You should be at home, safe from the world and the prying eyes of the men in it. No one should be able to touch his little dove because he would be the only one to fill her heart with sin, her mouth with wickedness, and her body with heat. No one but him.

"General," Rex greeted, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips, "it's always a pleasure."

He's too close, his mind urged, but his focus on overhearing your conversation wavered over the pounding in his ears as he remained still, taking a sip of the bitter alcohol, the gush of darkness pouring over his heart corroding his signature with a dangerous sense of jealousy.

Your laughter broke him out of his stupor, and he turned his cold stare to you. You had placed a hand on Rex's arm, and the both of you doubled over in laughter, broad smiles breaking across your faces. He took another swing at his drink, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through his body as you two collected yourselves, your eyes never catching his icy glare as you gathered your drink, finding yourself back in the conversation with his captain. The shadow of vice loomed over his heart, his being, with a ferocity that wrapped him up in its spell, pulling him down the rabbit hole to welcome the shadiest part of his fermenting soul. The possession, which was initially a poison spilling slowly through his brain, engulfed it within seconds, tunneling his vision as the blasted feeling crept into his heart, making it beat impossibly faster. The subside into jealousy was a vicious one. It thrashed against his skull, rushed through his veins, and sent his chest tightening with the feeling he wanted to crawl out of.

He didn't know what you and Rex were saying anymore, only that it had captured your attention and prevented you from rightfully returning to his side. Your head dipped, and Rex stepped forward, running his hand down your arm. He recognized your flustered expression anywhere. It was the dip of your head, hiding your face, fidgeting, the embarrassment oozing into your signature. He could feel and see it all. Rex, the man he fought alongside and trusted with his life, was touching his dove, his angel composed of pure light, and defiling you with his wretched ardor. The jealousy wrapped like tendrils around his mind, forcing every ounce of darkness he harbored to the forefront. Your gaze shifted to him for a moment as you felt a tinge of anger corroded with an infinite blackness seep into his signature. Then, when your eyes met, he straightened up, discarding his darkened expression and trading it for a content one. He saw the worry exude from your body as they remained on his for a second longer.

Under your gaze, Anakin felt seen, like he was more than a Jedi, more than the Chosen One, more than any of the labels life had tagged him with but a person. He was the only person in the world when you looked at him so tenderly, the only person deserving of your sweet affections that unknowingly twisted into what would be his demise. Your love was the first taste of iniquity, the first step from the light for the sole purpose of wanting more. He wanted more of you, more of your love that set his soul alight, more of your body wrung in its own purity while writhing in need he alone could slake, your mind that bore the truth of your affiliations, everything. It was never enough to sate the swelling devotion, contorted in its desire for his beloved dove that breathed life into his lungs, and he would be damned if he let a single clone rip his only source of light away for his own childish pleasures. Not that he wasn't already damned, but he would stop by no means from returning his dove to where she belonged.

The two of you parted a moment later, saying your goodbyes as you finally headed back to him with your drink. You slid back into your spot, finding your place at Anakin's side before you decided to look up, your expression falling.

"What's the matter, Ani?" That was a rich question coming from you. His dove lets another man touch her, replacing his touches with their soiled ones.

He leaned in, his lips hovering over your ear before he spoke in a thick, dark voice that made your skin prickle. "What were you doing?"

"I-I was just talking to Rex, you saw. We were just catching up, Anakin. There was nothing to it," your voice trembled as you struggled to justify what he saw. His hair brushed against your cheek, and he could practically hear your heart pumping as the tinge of fear diluted the radiant light of your signature. "Do you not trust me?"

"I trust you with my entire being, my everything, my dove. What I don't trust are the men who put their filthy hands on what is mine."

"It was just one touch–"

He chuckled darkly, the sound bouncing around your skull like a crude game of pinball as your chest constricted, waiting for what he was about to say. "It's never one touch."

You gulp, your tongue suddenly too big for your mouth, your eyes darting around the room as you refuse to meet his gaze. You knew Anakin was a possessive man, one riddled by his own feelings, but his jealousy was an emotion he couldn't quell, and it was times like these that you questioned his connection to the light. Yet, you had never talked to Obi-Wan about it out of fear he wouldn't believe you because it was only you who witnessed this side of him, tortured over his own feelings.

"Oh, my little dove, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get jealous." You sensed the change in his signature to be apologetic while his voice softened. He felt your body relax and melt into him again, and he pressed his nose to your pulse point, planting a kiss where your heartbeat pounded against your skin. He was far from okay from what happened mere minutes ago, his mind still tormented over the idea of someone else touching what didn't belong to them, but he felt the beginning of your worry for him, the wisp of fear amongst the light, and that wouldn't do. He wouldn't defile your pretty connection to the light like that. No, it was the attachment, the desire, arousal. All of it would be your undoing as you would devote your body to a sinner and succumb to your own lust belonging to him entirely like he was to you. You would forgive his sacrilege, let him repent, forgive him like the saint you were. You already had his life. It was only fair that he had yours.

"It's late. We should start heading back," you comment as you nuzzle your head into his chest, breathing in the scent of him. He stays there for a moment, admiring his dearest, who appeared as an angel before him, kissing the top of your head in agreement.

The trip home is filled with silence, one that seems comfortable to you, but to Anakin, it's insufferable. His mind kept returning to the scene of you and Rex talking, laughing, and touching each other. It stirred those forbidden feelings that the Jedi must extinguish, and once you arrived back at the Temple, sneaking into your apartment together, Anakin felt the cold encounter of darkness over his spine. You lock the door, and Anakin hurriedly presses his lips to yours with a shattering of passion as you clash together in a combination of tongue and teeth. Your noise of surprise is muffled by the sinking of his lips on yours as his hands move to your waist, pressing your back firmly to the wall. Your lips reciprocate the action, and he feels the bleed of your building arousal in your signature as you let out a muffled moan as his hands fondle at your chest, pulling you close enough that he can feel the heat radiating off you. The ferociousness of his movements is enough to make you dizzy, your head reeling from the sensation of all of it.

"Your mine," Anakin growls, his hand reaching up to press firmly against your windpipe to give that familiar buzz of intoxication. His pleasure he's bestowing upon you is addicting, and like the addict you are, you want more. Your hands fly to his chest, blindly reaching to undo his robes.

Your thoughts were clouded by the thrill rolling over your body in waves you couldn't control, the harshness of his touches only spirling him deeper into the frenzy that had eradicated his waking mind. It was endearing how desperate you were, how you craved his touches to relieve your burning arousal. In moments like these, he took his pleasure in defiling his pure angel, desecrating you in the only way he knew how.

"My filthy girl, your mine."

"Say it," he spits darkly, and for a moment, just for a second, you feel the cold brush of fear part through the haze of your mind. You knew Anakin. You knew him like the back of your hand, and the darkness penetrating his signature was not him but something else…or someone else. You didn't allow that moment to blind you or push through the veil of your mind. Anakin's a Jedi. It was fleeting, and you let it go. You knew Anakin.

"I'm yours."

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adrunkskeletonsduck · 1 year

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Dʀᴇss Uᴘ | Hᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ 2022 Eᴠᴇɴᴛ Dᴀʏ 4

➜ Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

➜ Warnings: Gn!reader, Anakins ego, slight making out, not properly proofread.

➜ Word Count: 0.9k

➜ Notes: based on this headcanon. This took an unexpected turn....

Happy Halloween!

Sᴛᴀʀᴡᴀʀs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | Eᴠᴇɴᴛ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

“Anakin hurry up! We need to get going,” you called to him from the other room, he frowned adjusting his Jedi robes one more time in the mirror before coming out to the living room where you were waiting for him.

It had been almost two months since he had arrived on the planet and coincidentally at your doorstep, the two of you had grown quite close in that time. He had gotten used to the feel of clothes that weren't his robes since his arrival to Earth, so putting on his robes felt a bit odd. The two of you had been working tirelessly to get in contact with the republic and keep his stay on Earth under wraps as to not alert the separatists and bring the war here. In all truth you weren't a fan of the idea of him leaving, but you understood that he had a life there and responsibilities to get back to.

“How do you think I look?” he asked with a grin as he entered the living room and you turned to look at him, laughing as you saw who he was dressed as.

“Are you seriously going to be yourself for Halloween?” you asked amusedly.

His tone turned sarcastic and playful as he replied, “What you don’t think I look good as myself?” You shook your head at him with a smile, you weren't surprised

“Whatever, let’s just get going.” With that you stood, walking out the door with Anakin following behind you and locking it before the both of you were on your way.

The two of you were attending a Halloween party that night hosted by a friend you had known for years. She was one of the only people you had introduced Anakin to so far, not as himself though because that would have sounded absolutely ridiculous to anyone. Instead, you had been introducing him as an old family friend that had moved away in fifth grade and recently come back, reaching out to you in search for a place to stay until he could rent his own apartment.

“Y/n, Anakin!” she greeted as the door swung open, the previously muffled but blaring music now even louder. She paused as her eyes landed on the man beside you. A grin spreading across her face as she recognized his costume, “You really took it to heart when I told you that you looked like Anakin Skywalker huh?”

He nodded a mischievous smile curling at his lips, “I just love his character and the series as well though.” You resisted the urge to role your eyes at him. Was he serious?

“Well in my opinion he’s a bit overrated,” you butted into the conversation as you stepped inside, walking further into the house as your friend led you both to the kitchen through the swarms of people.

Your friend laughed from in front of you, “since when were you such a critic of Anakin? Last I checked you were head over heels in love with the man!" Anakin looked at you with a smirk at her words and your cheeks flared a deep shared of red, heat licking up your neck and face and kissing the tips of your ears.

“Really?” he asked her, and she nodded enthusiastically, ignoring the warning glare you gave her,

“Oh yes, she's a reck for him. I think she would even turn down an actual man for even the slight chance that she could be with him.” your friend's words had you covering your face with your hands, mumbling out an ‘excuse me’ before hurriedly rushing out the room and to the bathroom, in embarrassment. You understood that it wasn’t her fault, she didn’t know that the man she was talking to was actually Anakin Skywalker, not just simply dressing up as him, but even so did she really have to spill your secret to him like that? Nowhere in your plan to get him back to his end of the universe had included telling him about your crush on him.

Anakin excused himself shortly after, going in the direction that he had seen you run away in and unable to shake the smirk on his face. He knocked on the bathroom door, hearing a muffled grown from the other side of the door before it opened to reveal you.

“If you're here to rub it in, just leave and tell her I’ll be out in a minute.” Anakin’s smirk widened

“I’m not here to make fun of you I swear,” he held up his hands in faux surrender and you look at him hesitantly, waiting for him to go on, “Just...why wouldn’t you tell me sooner?”

You opened and closed your mouth taking a moment before speaking, “It was inappropriate for the situation,” you finally decided to say

He raised an eyebrow, leaning towards you and wrapping a hand around your hip to pull you in. His other hand went up to hold the top of the door frame, supporting his weight, “Is that really why?” You swallowed heavily, hearing your heartbeat pounding in your ears but nodded

“Well excuse my inappropriate behavior then,” he whispered, leaning down and crashing his lips against yours. You eagerly kissed him back, warmth flooding your body he pressed you against him, lips working heatedly against his. Finally, you pulled back with a pant, your face flushed. You glanced up at him, but quickly averted your gaze back to the floor when you saw that he was already looking at you.

“You look good in your robes,” you mumbled before pushing past him to get back to the party. You’d talk about it later, but right now you just needed to digest that Anakin Skywalker was on Earth, in your life, and real all over again.

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