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Better?

Anakin Skywalker x reader [SMUT]

lets... not mention how long i was gone, okay? 😅 i won’t be gone like this again, i promise 🥺 i’ll get right back on requests and such, i just really REALLY struggled on this for some reason... ive got honestly no clue why but eh, here it is. i hope it was worth it! sorry the request took so long anons. 💕 ALSO big shoutout to @anakinswhore for lowkey giving me the inspiration to finish this 🥺 (everytime i almost scrapped this i remembered that my favorite fic writer on tumblr told me i got this, so i knew i couldn’t give up on this :’) thank you so much!

Plot: Anakin gets home from desling with the Bad Batch and is cranky. To help them both unwind, Anakin decides to bring Y/n with him while he showers.

WC: 2.3k

warnings: finger fucking, piv sex, unprotected sex [sorry it’s awkward to write condoms n shit like that— let’s pretend the force works to prevent pregnancy 😭]

Y/n had set down her holo communicator and sighed in frustration, looking at the time.

It was nearing 11 pm, and Anakin had yet to respond to her call. He had promised to call her the moment his mission with the Bad Batch was over, and it was almost 4 hours over the time he had promised.

She grumbled to herself and set it into her desk drawer, standing up and walking to their bedroom. Since it was getting late, she decided to start getting ready for bed. She decided to forego a shower and take it in the morning instead, her exhaustion and worry getting the better of her.

Sliding on her robe, she put her (h/c) hair in a small bun, laying on the bed. She pulled the sheets back and sighed softly as the cold, sheen silk covered her body.

Laying on her side, she did her best to suppress the fears of why Anakin was taking so long to talk to her - trying to stay in a positive mindset. But of course, the turmoil and constant loss from the War made her think differently.

As her mind grew darker, her need for sleep depreciated as she grew more worried. Huffing in frustration when some time had passed and she still hadn’t fallen asleep, she sat up and grumbled to herself.

It wasn’t like she could call Obi-Wan or another member of the council to see if he was alright - it could raise suspicion since, besides working alongside him during some battles, she wasn’t always in contact with him during the War.

Just as she was about to get up to get some water, the door opened and she felt Anakin’s presence through the Force.

She immediately jumped out of bed, retying her robe and rushing out to meet him. “Anakin! Are you okay? It’s so late-“ she began as soon as she saw him.

He sighed snd shut the door, immediately taking off his robe and throwing it over the back of the couch. “I’m sorry,” he said somewhat sternly, sounding exhausted.

“For what, Ani?” she frowned, crossing her arms. “Being late. As always...” he grumbled, walking over to her and kissing her cheek gently. “I didn’t mean to be, the mission went overtime, and we ran into some trouble.”

“Was it successful, at least?”

“Yeah, thankfully. Wasn’t at first, but, we got Echo home safe.”

“So... why do you seem so... down?” she bit her lip, following him into their bedroom.

“I’m exhausted, sweetheart. Completely drained. I’m sorry if I seem off, I was just put under tons of pressure between Rex and Hunter. They got in a big fistfight, and I had to break it up...” Anakin replied, sitting on the bed and sighing, resting his head in his hands.

“Oh, Ani...” she sighed, resting her hand on his shoulder snd rubbing it gently. “I’m sorry, I know the war is hard enough to deal with.”

He shrugged after a moment and grunted, leaning his head back as he sighed. “I think I’m going to take a shower and forget about this God awful day, I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine, I get it. I was planning on taking a shower too, actually, but I might later then.”

Anakin glanced over at her for a moment, sliding his tongue over his lips and letting out a low hum when she doesn’t move, “Aren’t you coming then?”

She raised a brow in confusion, “What? You want me to come with you?”

“You said you wanted to shower, right? Do it with me, no harm in that,” he responded.

She bit her lip, thinking about all the possible endings. She cautiously stood up, walking over to him, “You sure? I can wait, it’s no problem...”

“Y/n,” he said firmly. “What did I say?”

“You said come shower with me,” she repeated. Anakin nodded, “Well, do you want to or not?” he smirked slyly, crossing his arms and watching her curiously.

She took a moment to look up at him, moving up to kiss him gently, “Better get a move on then, you know I prefer it very hot,” she smirked.

He rolled his eyes playfully and deepened the kiss, moving his hands down her back slowly until she pulled away, “Now you’re the one holding us up.”

“Alright, alright, go and get things ready. I’ll be there.” He kissed her forehead gently then pulled away, walking out of the bathroom.

She suppressed a giggle and smile as she skipped to the bathroom, all the thoughts rushing through her mind as she imagined what could happen.

“You’re tired. He’s tired. I’m sure you’re just showering, don’t get your hopes up.”

Boy, that was a lie. She was brushing out her hair and Anakin stormed into the room, pressing her firmly against the counter, crashing his lips onto hers. She gasped into the kiss and dropped the brush onto the counter, gripping onto the counter sides to keep her up-right as he left no room between him, her, and the counter.

Her eyes fluttered close as he cups her cheeks, moving his human hand down the side of her face to her jawline slowly. “Take it all off,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against her soft lips. “I have other things in mind.

She whimpered against his mouth and pulled away for a moment, her chest heaving as she almost was gasping to catch her breath, “What about showering-?”

“Who says we’re not showering?” he smirked, undressing her with his eyes. She swallowed thickly at his gaze and moved to start striping down slowly, keeping eye contact with him.

“Now look at you, all riled up and nervous,” Anakin smirked crossing his arms and watching her.

“Don’t... don’t look at me like that,” she said softly after she got her bra off, her hands starting to tremble from excitement and straight nerves.

“Why not? It’s getting you to tremble, I like it,” his voice gets darker as he moved closer to her, kissing behind her ear. He moved his long fingers over her panties and hooked them in, slowly pushing them down as they fell to her ankles.

She felt shy and exposed as he pulled away to admire his prize, his eyes growing darker as he watched her. He moved his large hands to her smaller waist and pulled her flush against him, keeping his gaze on her face now, “Are you going to get in?”

She nodded, trying to pull away but his grip on her hipbones was too tight. He loosened his grip just enough for her to slink into the warm shower, and he followed suit right after.

He moved his hand to rub her back gently, keeping his ever-darkening gaze transfixed on her smaller body.

She purposefully tried to ignore him, keeping her back turned to his front as she wets her hair under the warm water trickling from the showerhead, trying to occupy her mind with anything but the obvious - she and her lover were showering together.

Anakin trailed his hands lower then moved so his front was placed firmly against her back, kissing the back of her neck, “Don’t ignore me, sweetheart. You’re on edge, let me help you.”

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I just,” she turned around and looked up at him and her breath hitched, gripping her hair tighter.

There her lover stood, towering over her with water droplets running down his long darkened brown curly hair onto his toned chest, the small droplets falling down his body over all his muscles.

An involuntary whimper escaped her lips as she shamelessly studied his figure, every inch, every angle... he was just perfect.

“You’re staring,” he smirked, his chuckle low as he pulled her flush against him, looking down at her with dark eyes, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Oh, shut up,” she said quickly, immediately slamming her lips onto his in a frenzied, heated swift movement. He let out a low growl against her lips in content as he pulled her as close as he could get her. She let out a soft moan into his lips as she felt his hard length press against her, causing her to shudder in anticipation.

“Now you’re needy, what changed, my love?” he pulled away from the intoxicating kiss to kiss and suck across her neck, making her moan softly, “I c-changed my mind,” she stammered, her mind blank and fuzzy with lust as her core began to throb with need.

“I can see that,” his voice was smooth yet deep, knowing he could do the slightest thing and get her riled up even further. He moved his hand and pushed her thigh up near his hip, moving it so he had more room as he danced his thumb over her clit slowly.

Her head fell against his chest and she let out tiny breathy whimpers against his skin, her hips jolting in surprise from the newfound pleasure, “Ani—“

“You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you? You were acting all innocent earlier, and now that I'm rubbing my fingers all over you you’re a mess,” he clicked his tongue in teasing disapproval as he moved his pointer finger to slide into her heat quickly, alongside his middle finger.

Her eyes widened and she moaned loudly in approval, her heavy breathing against his chest quickening with each ministration.

“Ani, I j-just want you— please—!” she looked up at him with a lusty, needy gaze through her lashes, biting her lip to suppress more moans as he fucked her with his fingers. He grunted in response and curled them against her sweet spot, smirking at her reaction, “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?”

“N-No—! I want your... i want y-your... fuck, Anakin!” she moaned in response, her hips starting to shake as Anakin knew how close she was already.

He chuckled darkly and leaned against her neck, sucking roughly over her already darkening hickeys as he started pounding his fingers into her harder, rubbing her clit faster, “Use your words, little one, I know you can.”

She threw her head back in ecstasy as she moaned, falling off the edge into bliss as Anakin fucked her through it with his fingers, his eyes wandering across her body now quivering from intense pleasure, water droplets falling from her hair down her breasts.

She went to speak when he silences her with an intoxicatingly passionate kiss, cupping her cheek with his metal hand as he helped her ride her high out, “Good girl...” he mumbled against her lips.

She felt completely out of breath, gripping his bicep for support as he pulled his fingers out of her, using his metallic fingers to brush away some of the wet hair from her face.

He moved her body further from the warm water of the shower so she wouldn’t get water in her eyes as he leaned her against the wall. Keeping his hand firm on her hipbone, he moved her thighs apart gently and began to pump himself slowly, his breathing picking up.

He looked in her eyes and saw an intense lusty gaze he hadn’t seen in them for awhile - and he immediately knew she wanted to continue. He moved his free hand to cup the back of her neck, moving her closer so he can kiss her deeply as he pushed himself into her quickly.

She gasped in surprise against his lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt him fill her up completely with one swift thrust.

She arched her back against him, gripping his back weakly as he immediately began rocking his hips into her at an unrelenting pace, grunting in her ear, “So fucking tight for me, angel... And so needy, letting me take you in the shower like this...”

She would never admit verbally just how much she loved his dirty talk, his dirty-natured words sending sparks throughout her pussy and her body as she gripped his hair tightly, “Please, this is all I’ve needed,” she moaned almost out of breath, her heart beating out of her chest as she tightened around him.

His loud growl in response edged her to start to roll her hips against his cock, and he smirked in response, leaning down to kiss across her throat, “So—fucking—tight...” he grunted into her ear, his cheeks burning bright red from the mixture of the hot sex and steamy shower.

Her legs buckled and he immediately gripped her closer to him and the wall, moving her to lean back against it more as he lifts her leg to get a deeper angle, causing her to cry out in ecstasy as the pleasure grew too great.

With her already sensitive, her high build much faster than usual and she gripped his hair tighter, digging her fingernails into the back of his head as she panted, her eyes rolling back, “Anakin—!” she moaned weakly.

He recognized that needy, breathy moan all too well as he knew she was close without her needing to say it. He kisses hot open-mouthed kisses across her throat and collarbone, moaning for her to cum for him as he lazily moved his finger down to rub her through her orgasm; the constant throb of her walls sending him closer to the edge.

She let out a loud breathy moan as her high overtook her, letting out small squeals and moans into his ear as it washed over her. She immediately felt numb as it ran through her, the sight of her moaning and the feeling of her throbbing harder causing him to cum. He leaned his head against hers, moaning shakily as he leaned against the wall to steady himself as he fucked them through it, his metal hand firmly on her hipbone to keep them upright.

Her breathing was shaky and uneven as they came down from their highs, and he kissed her hurriedly and softly, “Better?” she muttered against his lips. Anakin nodded softly and chuckled, pulling out after it had fully faded snd pulling them back under the direct range of the water, “Much, much better.”

i didn’t expect to sin tonight but here we are gos damn 🥵🥵🥵

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

An Anakin Skywalker x female reader smut imagine

Summary: Anakin notices you have a dream, so he decides to do something about it.

Warnings: Oral sex (receiving), very very very very low-key dub-con elements (Anakin enter’s reader’s dream w/out permission) descriptions of having sex.

Anakin stirs, long, blonde lashes flutters lazily over a pair of drowsy blue eyes.

With squinted eyes, he looks at his surroundings, finding himself in his apartment. It was morning time, apparently, the buzz of the city of Coruscant seemed to have awoken him. He could hear the speeders zoom by from outside his window, the sounds of irritated drivers yelling and chanting at the traffic to hurry up.

He groans at the sunlight peeking through the blinds, already irritated that it decided to shine directly onto his face. He shields the sun with his metal arm, instinctively looking to his right to get away from the harsh blinding light.

Though, when he turns to his right, he’s immediately drawn away from his irritation.

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how many shots it would take me to make out with each version of Anakin skywalker (because I like this trend but I don't make tiktoks):

phantom menace anakin: N/A he is a literal child

attack of the clones anakin: 2, just to get over the rat tail

forces of destiny anakin: 57, what did they do to my poor trash man. I'm so sorry, you deserved better than this

clone wars movie anakin: 1 because he's cute but it doesn't compare to his later looks

clone wars later seasons: absolutely none. he looks so good in dark colors. please kiss me

dark side anakin from the mortis arc gets his own section bc I have issues: stone cold sober, kill me

clone wars season 7 anakin: -1000, objectively his best look. is he animated? yes. do I care? no I'm in love with him. also cockiness unmatched in this scene and I'm here for it

revenge of the sith anakin: -10 I love angsty boy

darth vader: can't make out with mask but he's still hot so 3 for courage to hold his hand

I regret nothing

his eyes. his eyes. why are they mesmerizing

THE CLONE WARS 3.17: GHOSTS OF MORTIS

GIRLIE THIS HAD NO RIGHT TO BE THIS HOT

I dont know if you are taking requests but if you are, could you please write something where reader has trouble masturbating, every time she tries she just CANT, so anakin (theyre just friends but they always had lots of sexual tension) helps her out and does it for her so she cums for the first time. THANK YOU!!!

A Dream Come True - Anakin Skywalker x fem Reader (smut)

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A low warmth is rising in your belly, pulled from the depths by your wandering fingers. They’re working against your clit, rubbing it side to side, faster and hard, trying so desperately to remain in that warm haze of pleasure you’ve spent so long building up. It feels good, but you need more. 

The many late nights spent with your girlfriends cross your mind, and how you would sit by idly during each one as they discussed their own personal affairs in the bedroom. You were the least experienced, but listened in awe as they told you the latest on what their partners have done to surprise them in bed. How they made them scream and shake, their eyes roll back into their head, and cum all over until they couldn’t take anymore.

You were too embarrassed to admit you’d never felt that way before. You thought you were broken.

Which is why you’re here, fingers glued to your hard nub, rubbing furiously to try and get yourself to feel something. You do feel something, but it’s not earth-shattering, leg-shaking, eye-rolling like your friends had described. Frustration fuels your movements as you attack your clit, holding your breath, forcing the warmth to build and build and build--

Nothing.

Your arm aches with the strain as you halt your movements, chest heaving when you allow yourself to breathe. Self-pity outweighs your disappointment as the subtle warmth dissipates, any pleasure that you had given yourself slipping away. 

Broken, a small voice whispers inside your head. There’s something wrong with you.

What other reasoning could there be to explain why you can’t feel good? 

Maybe, you argue, there needs to be something inside. That was always a big topic of discussion with your friends, how they “loved being filled.” Gathering your wits, you move your finger down, exploring your folds until you find your opening. Squeezing your eyes shut, you push a finger in, wincing at the sudden intrusion. 

It stings more than anything, but you’re desperate so you decide to give it a chance. You’ve tried this before, and it’s never felt like anything more than a finger inside of you-- which is exactly what it is. And now, this situation proves to be the same. You feel around, hoping to find that spot everyone raves about, but your fingers are too short and the angle is weird. You push your finger in and out like how you think you’re supposed to, and it feels like nothing.

Maybe you need two?

You let another finger join the one that’s already inside, struggling to get it in. 

Ow, you wince as your body rejects the intrusion. Your heartbeat picks up, a sudden anxiety joining the whirlwind of exasperation and discontent that has come from this situation. Is it supposed to hurt this much? The remnants of the need to satisfy yourself are still present, so you try again.

Making it back to your apartment had been a relief this evening, as all day you had been battling a relentless urge down below. You’re not too proud to admit that your… situation… had been a direct result of spending the day with Anakin, a good friend of yours who needed help finding a data entry in the corner of the Temple library. The entry supposedly had something to do with a cloaking mechanism for battleships, and when you had asked why he needed it when the Republic already had cloaking mechanisms, he mentioned that he was trying to translate the same technique to his own personal starship. No battlecraft as small as his has that ability, and with a ship as fast as his, it would give him a huge advantage on the battlefield. 

You could listen to him talk about it all day.

You virtually had, as the data entry was just one small piece of paper-- a piece of scrap blueprint scrawled on a fragile, worried edge of some larger text, worn with time. You spent hours searching all over for it. Once you had finally dug it out of a dusty box in the deepest corner of the library, Anakin had lifted you into the air effortlessly, swinging you around as he hugged you and laughed.

You had walked home with a damp spot in your underwear, an undeniable throb that needed to be relieved. 

He had no idea. No idea that his hands shot sparks up your spine as they closed around your waist. That his laugh turned your blood to lava, and his beautiful, smiling face made your heart skip a beat. He had no idea that he is the cause of your desperation, the reason you are torturing yourself by dangling an unknown pleasure before your face, knowing you can’t have it. 

You manage to sink your second finger in a little, but the sting is too much, and you have to pull them both out.

Broken.

The door to your apartment suddenly swings open, and you throw your sheets over your bare legs in a panic. Your eyes find the clock next to your bed-- Shit. You’d lost track of the time. 

The sound of those boots are unmistakable, and you find that praying you’re wrong is pointless when he calls out your name. 

“Y/n--?” Anakin rounds the corner to peer into your room, features lighting up when he finally finds you. Curious eyes roam over your figure, wondering why you’re in bed when it was barely evening. “Are you feeling okay?”

Your cheeks flame with heat, and you can’t find the words to explain yourself out of this situation. Mentally, you’re beating yourself up for losing track of time, especially since you knew Anakin was coming over tonight. While searching for the data log, you mentioned you had always wanted to try his favorite childhood drink-- ruby bliels-- and he promised he’d treat you tonight after you found the blueprint. It was his thank you gift to you, but now you needed to find a way to get him out of your apartment before he realized what was going on.

Your mouth hangs open like a gaping fish, and you know it’s too late. Anakin’s brain is as fast as his superhuman reflexes, and you can see the gears click into place as his eyes flit from your red cheeks, to the messy covers strewn over your legs, to the crumpled panties lying discarded on the floor. Your hand is even still frozen between your legs, your activities becoming clear as he senses the remnants of pleasure and disappointment still hanging around the room. 

“Oh…” is all he says, looking lost for a moment. You expect him to apologize and turn away, run out of the apartment and then never speak to you again. You wouldn’t blame him. Finding a friend in this position can never be a comfortable experience.

Instead a slow smirk crawls onto his face, and he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You need some help with that?”

You should have known. The smug little bastard-- of course he’d find this amusing. Your face grows impossibly redder, and you wish a black hole would just open beneath you already and swallow you up. Anakin finds your humiliation endearing, and laughs good-naturedly. 

“Alright, okay, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you to it,” he slinks out of the doorway, crooking his finger in the air to close the door after him. “I’ll be in the kitchen setting up for the bliels when you’re done--”

“Wait!”

You’re just as shocked as he is at the words that leave your mouth. He freezes in place, the door still open a crack. There’s too many thoughts running through your head right now, but the one that stands out the most has you pulling your hand away from your center, sitting up in bed so you can address him clearly. 

You never thought you’d be able to speak these words to him. For so long, you had wanted him in every way possible. But he’s a Jedi, unable to form attachments, and more than that-- a friend. A very good friend. And breaching the topic that you know you both feel for each other had the potential to ruin it all. 

But the minute he had opened that door, still dressed in that black leather armor, hair perfectly curled and messy, so tall and strong and devilishly handsome leaning against your doorframe-- he was beautiful, and you’d be a fool not to take advantage of his offering. Even if it might have been a joke. 

You had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t. 

“I… I do need help.”

There. You said it. And you’re pretty certain the only reason you could force the words past your lips is because his back is still facing you. But then he opens the door again, turns to meet your eyes, and cocks his head.

“Really?”

You’re not sure how to feel about the concern on his face. You guess it’s better than him being disgusted, or awkward, or uncomfortable. And it’s not an outright rejection. That realization gives you the push you need to explain yourself.

“I think there’s something wrong with me.”

Now he looks concerned. Walking a few steps into the room, he stops by the edge of your bed and folds his arms across his chest. He’s studying every inch of you, reaching into the force to try and gauge the nature of your words. “What do you mean?”

He’s standing so close now, you can see the blue of his eyes and the wrinkle between his furrowed brows. It does nothing to calm your sizzling nerves. However, you’re concrete on your desires now. While you would have liked to confess your feelings for him in a more… romantic way, the intensity of your need for him in this very moment overshadows rational thought. Besides, it’s not like this is a declaration of love. That could always come later. For right now, you need his help, and you’re certain that you can trust him not to make fun of you or shame you for trying in if he declines.

“I can’t…” you take a deep breath, staring at your hands in your lap. “I can’t make myself feel good.”

Your voice is so quiet, embarrassed and ashamed, but he catches the yearning under it all. His face smooths, comforted by the fact that you’re not injured or dying in some way. Deep down, something sparks alive in his veins. 

That’s the issue? Well… it’s definitely something he can help you with.

“Hmm.” His face is thoughtful as he scans your position. His hand gestures vaguely down your body. “Do you want to show me what you’re doing?”

Your blood freezes at his request. For some reason, it didn’t cross your mind how asking for his help would require him to see you… naked. 

“If you’re too embarrassed, we can just--”

You cut off his words by throwing the blanket off. There, like ripping off a bandaid. His eyes drink in the exposed skin of your legs, and although they’re closed and he can’t be seeing much more than he’s already seen before, they darken. A small twitch of his fingers, and the door clicks shut behind him. 

He takes a seat on the side of the bed, next to your legs, and rests his metal hand on your knee. Your heart beats like a hummingbird's wings at the sudden proximity, and the nerves pile up again at the thought of what’s going to happen.

“Wait-- um… actually, can you come here?” 

You reach out to take his metal hand from your knee, and pull him up the bed so that he’s hovering over you. He’s still sitting, the upper half of his body twisted toward you, caging you in with a hand on either side of you. He’s smiling softly, and his eyes twinkle with something fond.

He doesn’t need to ask to know that you’re nervous. The rigidity in your muscles, the flightyness of your eyes, the hammer of your heart-- he can feel it all, and he wants nothing more than to quell your fears. So he lifts an arm to cup your face in his large hand, smoothing a thumb over your cheekbone in a silent request for you to look at him.

Once you muster up the courage to meet his eyes, his smile grows, and he says something that steals your breath.

“Can I kiss you?”

Oh, how long you’ve wanted him to say those words to you. Countless nights, you’d run them through your head, imagining all the scenarios in which it could happen. Certainly, this was not one of them, but you definitely aren’t going to complain.

You don’t trust yourself to speak, so you give him a nod, and lean forward a fraction in invitation. Your veins sing with anticipation, warmth spreading from your cheeks to every small nook and cranny of your body as he angles your face up toward his. Your eyes flutter close, and he leans down, and--

Bliss.

His lips are warm against yours, soft, applying the gentlest of pressures. You always thought he’d be a good kisser-- he was experienced, and he’d hinted at some of his more scandalous escapades a couple times in passing conversation. You’d asked him before, how he could do that when Jedi aren’t allowed to form attachments, which resulted in him going into a full lecture on how non-attachment didn’t translate to abstinence being “The Jedi Way”, even if it was supported within the Order. Really, it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything, until he fell on the defensive position that he was almost certain Obi-Wan had done stuff as well.

Which-- great. Now you realized you were less experienced than even two Jedi. 

These thoughts are snuffed out like candles, one by one, as Anakin kisses you. In fact, your whole mind goes blank, a wave washing over all of your worries away and dragging them out to sea. You’re drifting on that wave, drowning in the heady feel of him, the warm taste of him. His slow inhale reminds you to breathe as he moves his lips against yours languidly. It’s heaven, the way he’s yours for just this moment. He might not think anything of this kiss, but to you, it’s like your deepest fantasies are coming true. With each moment that passes where he tilts his head and closes his lips over yours, you can pretend that he is yours, completely and unconditionally.

Eventually he pulls back, eyes fluttering open, and you realize you’re still lost at sea.  

“Good?” his voice is low and raspy as his gaze bores into yours. You wonder if he knows how intense his eyes can be sometimes. 

“Yes.”

He presses another quick kiss to your lips, your heart spasming at the act, before he trails kisses down your jaw, tasting the skin of your neck. Your breath picks up again, hands finding his curls as you gasp at the feeling. His teeth skim over the junction of your neck and shoulder, and he presses a kiss to your throbbing pulse. He means for the kisses to be distracting, soothing, so that you’ll be more comfortable with him, and he thinks it’s working until a faint moan leaves your mouth.

So it’s really working.

Anakin’s eyes flick up to yours, and you can feel the smirk against your skin. Embarrassment crashes down on you again but Anakin repeats the motion, nipping at your skin and then smoothing his tongue over the mark, sucking gently to try to elicit another reaction. You gift him one against your will, and suddenly he’s got lava pouring into his veins.

You’re so lost in the feeling of his mouth on you that you don’t even realize his warm hand has travelled from your face, down the middle of your body, gripping onto the pliant flesh of your thigh and pulling you toward him. You let him, rolling your body into him to try and relieve that reappearing ache in your center. 

It’s the same feeling that had built up all day, and it’s returned with a vengeance. You can feel the wetness seep out, slicking your thighs up. Your clit throbs and your pussy clenches around nothing, begging for something to satisfy the ache. You rub your thighs together to help, but Anakin slides a hand to the inside of your thigh and coaxes your legs apart. Any embarrassment you felt before has been beat out by a yearning for his touch, the need to have his fingers on you, inside you--

“Show me how you’ve been doing it,” Anakin mumbles into your neck.

You open your eyes, pulled up from the haze of pleasure he’d submerged you in. Your hand only shakes slightly as you release his hair and bring it back to your skin. He pulls back a few inches to watch, the heat of his body so close to yours causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body. 

His eyes hone in on your hand, following its descent to your warm center. You still can’t wrap your head around the fact that someone is seeing you like this, but now your veins sing with a satisfied realization that he’s the one seeing you like this. He’s the only one who ever has. And he seems to like what he’s seeing.

You don’t miss the way he inhales, the way his teeth capture a sliver of his bottom lip as your fingers finally reach your heat. You begin to do what you’ve always done-- rub your fingers back and forth over your nub, working that pleasure from it.

It feels good, different than what it felt like when you were alone. You’re sure his eyes on you, the proximity, his mere presence has something to do with that. You can still taste him on your lips and you close your eyes, licking them to relive the kiss. You focus on the warmth of his body, the dip of the bed where his arm is planted beside you, the weight of his other hand still holding your thigh open, the scent of his black leather and spice of his shampoo. It definitely feels better when he’s here, the knowledge of him watching adding to your excitement.

But still, you can only build yourself up to a certain point. The pleasure plateaus, and soon you begin to feel awkward at the fact that nothing is happening. It’s not enough to make you moan, or move, or show any reaction really. Your hand stills, and you look at him uncertainly.

Anakin blinks and brings his eyes back up. “Have you tried fingering yourself?”

You almost choke. You’re not sure why his blunt nature surprises you anymore. 

He’s looking at you curiously, completely serious, waiting for an answer. So you clear your throat and slide your finger down to your entrance, pushing in.

It goes in easier than before, and there’s no sting. But you don’t even have to move to know you’re literally going to get nothing out of it, and trying is useless.

“This is what I’m talking about,” you tell him. “It doesn’t feel like anything. And when I try two, it hurts. I think I’m broken.”

“You’re not broken,” he frowns, smoothing your hair away from your forehead and replacing it with a kiss. Your heart melts at the action that you’re sure is meant to be comforting, but only deepens your adoration of him. He sits up and you immediately miss him, although you understand he needs a better angle as he slides his hand from your thigh to the top of your pelvis. He hesitates, questioning. “Can I?”

You pull your finger out and push yourself up onto your forearms, nodding for him to go ahead. 

His touch is light as a feather as his fingertips make contact with your swollen nub. Your breath hitches in your chest, thighs immediately opening wider on their own accord to get him to increase the pressure. He watches your face as he fulfills your silent request, massaging your clit in slow, gentle circles. 

Fireworks are exploding behind your eyes, and you melt into a puddle on the bed. He’s barely even touching you, and somehow it already feels so much better than anything you’ve done to yourself. Quiet whimpers fall from your lips and the sounds make him need a steadying breath, reminding himself to go slow. Obviously, no one has ever touched you before, and he doesn’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.

The sight of your head tilted back, teeth biting at your lips to quiet your sounds, fingers clutching at the bedsheets-- a very sudden, very real desire to absolutely ruin you slams into him. 

But no. That can come later.

He brings his metal hand up to your face, thumb tracing over your bottom lip and pulling it from your teeth. “You don’t have to be quiet with me,” he tells you, the ministrations on your clit with his other hand never ceasing. Instead, he picks up the pace, increasing the pressure, drinking in the sight of your hips moving against his fingers.

You’re absolutely drenched, dripping down your thighs and puddling onto the bedsheets. You’re not sure you’ve ever been this wet before, or felt this good before, and the warmth you’ve always felt is transforming into a ball of heat in your stomach. You hone into the feeling, the heat pulsing with each pass of his fingers, each wet slide of him against you--

“You have to breathe, Y/n,” Anakin chuckles, slowing his touch. You gasp in a deep breath, whining at the loss of friction, but he appeases you by slipping his fingers from your clit to your entrance. He doesn’t push in-- instead he circles his finger around it, collecting your slick, reading your every response. 

“Please, can you…” you buck your hips up, but he doesn’t allow his finger to slide in until you finish your sentence. “Can you put it in?”

He can’t keep the tiny, darkly satisfied smile off his face. He’s always had fantasies of you like this, squirming beneath him and begging for his touch. He basks in the fulfilled wish of his, drinking in every second so he can remember it for later. Meanwhile, his finger massages your hole, dipping in with just the tip before pulling back out. 

“Fuck,” you hiss, once again surprised at your own reaction. Your head is far past the point of clouding with lust, and now you’re dizzy with pleasure and the need to just have him inside of you already. “Anakin, please.”

“Patience,” he answers teasingly, although he does mean it. You can’t rush these things. And… he does have to admit that he loves seeing you so desperate and messy for him. Your neediness has him strain against his own pants, but he pushes that aside. For now, another dip of his finger into your throbbing pussy has you arch off the bed, urging him deeper, and it’s heaven to witness.

He didn’t want to go all in just yet, but you’re gushing around his finger and taking it so well. So he lets you have it, sinking his finger all the way into you. You feel him go deeper and deeper, the never-ending length of his finger a stark contrast to your shorter ones. He’s reaching places you were never able to, and even the slide of him inside you elicits a deep, warm pleasure that spreads to the tips of your fingers.

He keeps his finger all the way inside for a moment, still as he feels your walls clench around him. Once he’s sure you’re all good, he begins pressing into you with shallow thrusts, thumb returning to your clit and rubbing in time with each push of his finger.

Curses spill from your lips, and Anakin can’t help himself. He leans down over you and captures them in his mouth, swallowing your cries of pleasure. The kiss is wet, dirty, and the muffled sounds of your moans combat the indecent slick and slide below. Soon, another finger is nudging at your opening, and you press yourself deeper into his lips in anticipation of that painful sting.

It doesn’t come.

Instead, his finger slides in a couple inches and he keeps both of them there, letting you adjust as his thumb rolls over your clit. You had never been able to use two fingers before, and your head goes fuzzy as he pushes them deeper. Your walls stretch around him pleasantly, accepting the welcome intrusion as he reaches deep inside you.

How is it fair that he can make you feel so much better than you can make yourself? It doesn’t seem right in the whole grand scheme of things, but you decide not to question it as his fingers suddenly curl inside you, searching. It feels odd, and he pulls back from your lips to concentrate for a second until-- there. Found it.

You almost knock your head into his as you shoot up, a startled cry leaving your lips as your vision whites with pleasure. Your fingers claw at his back, meeting the leather that still sits on his shoulders, and scrabbling over the smooth material for purchase. Anakin laughs at your reaction, easing you into a more comfortable position as he holds you against him with his metal arm behind your back.

You can’t find it in you to care that he’s laughing, not as long as he keeps rolling the pads of his fingers into you like this. His wrist curls, applying a harder pressure as he rubs against that spot, and your head falls back, hips pushing forward, the lewdest sounds you’ve ever heard leaving your mouth. 

“You like that,” he notes, proud smile ghosting over your lips. He kisses the corner of your mouth quick and sweet, then asks, “Is it better when I go slow or fast?”

“Both,” you gasp. “Either. All of it. Oh my--”

“Soft or hard?”

“Anakin--”

Your brain is unable to focus on much else other than the feel of his fingers coaxing that blissful heat from your center. He plays around with paces and pressures, but everything feels good, it feels great, it feels amazing, it feels euphoric. Before long, your legs are shaking and a weird feeling comes over you, and you’re crying out,

“What’s happening?”

Anakin pauses, his entire body stilling as he meets your eyes. You’re completely serious, that much he can tell by the vulnerability in your eyes. He frowns, unbelieving at this revelation.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Have you ever had an orgasm?”

You whine and shift your hips into his hand, trying to get him to keep making you feel good. If this wasn’t your first time being with someone else, Anakin would have held your hip still and forced you to talk to him no matter how much you begged and pleaded. But, it was your first time with someone else, so he was deciding to be nice. He soothes your craving, resuming his movements but at a much slower pace. A pleased sigh from you fills the silence of him waiting expectantly for your answer.

“Um..” you swallow, hips meeting his hand with every thrust. “I don’t think so. No. Nothing’s ever felt… like… this…”

It’s like a sneeze, except much, much better. The way his fingers prod into you, slick with your arousal, the tips brushing and massaging against that spot that have you careening into his body. You would have toppled over on top of him if he wasn’t so strong and rooted to the bed. He holds your shivering body against his chest with his metal arm, lips marking their way around your chin and jaw as your head falls back in ecstasy. 

He’s immensely turned on, that much is obvious from the painful straining in his pants. But it’s easy to ignore, knowing now that you’ve never fallen off that brink of pleasure before. He’s curious about it, oddly saddened by the fact, and wants nothing more than to show you the absolute highs he could help you reach. So he focuses back in on rubbing your clit with his thumb, fucking you deeply on his fingers. He allows you to clutch at his back and bury your hands in his hair, moaning in abandon.

Anakin shares you pleasure as the ball in your stomach unleashes, a blissful warmth crashing over you and invading your every cell. For a moment, your body isn’t yours-- it convulses and clenches around Anakin’s fingers, your cries bounce off the walls, your eyes squeeze closed. You hope the hands twisted into his hair don’t hurt him because you physically can’t let go as you ride that pleasure-filled haze, the feeling in your limbs abandoning you to be replaced with something much stronger. 

For a while, the only sounds in the room are your gasps of air and the blood rushing through your ears. Anakin waits until your muscles relax, and then he slides his fingers out of you, smoothing his hand around your waist to join his other behind your back. He lays you down into the pillows again, burying his face in your neck as you struggle to get your legs to stop shaking.

“Y/n,” he mouths a line up your neck. “You there?”

“Mhm,” you gulp, the shock of that intense, pleasurable feeling just beginning to fade.

He pressed his deep chuckle into the spot right under your ear. “Good. I thought I lost you for a moment.”

If you were in your right state of mind, you would have laughed at his teasing. Now, all you can do is cup his face lazily in your boneless hands, pulling his face up so that you can look at him. His cheeks are flushed the slightest pink, eyes dark and sparkling, lips so red and full and inviting…

You kiss him, and he’s yours for a moment longer. 

If only it could always be like this. If only this could be a daily experience, and afterwards you could take care of him, and you could feel that wonderful euphoria with him at the same time. If only he wouldn’t have to pull away soon, untangle himself from your still-shaking limbs, brush off what just happened, and be on his way. If only he could be yours forever.

All of this, you try to tell him through the kiss. Your lips are hot, sliding over with a wanton need. He feels your yearning, and he can tell it’s a different kind than earlier. You move to deepen the kiss, but he pulls away.

“I know what you’re thinking,” his low voice murmurs, and now he doesn’t look so playful. In fact, he looks very serious, and the rumble of his words causes your stomach to drop. “You should know, Y/n, I want you too.”

The whole room could be on fire and burning and falling to ash around you, but you wouldn’t notice. Everything pales in comparison to the flames that erupt in your heart at the sound of his words. 

“You do?”

He purses his lips, running his eyes up and down your face. You’re nervous, and hopeful, and so, so scared. And also… still shivering. Most likely due to the cold, at this point. And he’s sure the drunken affects of your orgasm are still holding sway over your mind.

“This is a conversation I think would be much better held over some ruby bliels,” he decides, and begins to unwind himself from you. You let him, that hopeful spark still searing through your veins. Before getting off the bed, he presses a kiss into your hand and then smooths over it with his thumb.

You want to say something cute or witty, but the only thing your dumb brain can come up with is, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he smiles fondly, moving toward the door. “I’ll meet you out there. Feel free to remain pantsless.”

This has you rolling your eyes, laughing lightly as you fall back against the pillows. Don’t tempt me.

The prospect of a future with Anakin is at the forefront of your brain, blood pumping thick as molasses as you struggle to convince yourself this is reality. He shuts the door behind him as you leave, and you roll onto your stomach to scream into the pillow. 

This was a dream come true.

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HEYAAAAA so like i’m absolutely binging your fics and i can’t your writing is so good 😅 it’s inspiring and making me want to write again lol so thank you!

ITS INSPIRING???

Crying bc that’s so sweet 🥺🥺🥺 thank you for reading my work ily 😭😭❤️ and ty for your kind words my heart is so warm rn 🥰🥰🥰

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hand veins 🤤🙏🏻

THIS IS FUCKING NEEDED

disney should take advantage of having both ewan mcgregor and hayden christensen on payroll and make a mini series where anakin & obi wan bitch at each other while commentating on major events in the Star Wars series as force ghosts

jesus fucking christ i made the right decision binging your work

Anakin Skywalker x fem Reader 👄💦 (smut)

Summary: Reader & Anakin see each other after being gone on a mission for weeks, they do some catching up iykwim. (Anakin’s a tease and reader is kinda shy woops) ((this is kinda vague. basically he eats your pussy like a champ👀))

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how is this not more popular?1!11! this is literally the best anakin smut i’ve ever read. oh my god.

Cruel Intentions - Anakin Skywalker x fem Reader (smut)

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Summary: It’s Life Day but Anakin is mad and he’s got a dirty fucking mouth

WARNINGS: 18+, some mean talk but it’s not really degrading, oral (m) receiving, p in v, holiday fun?

(a.n. plz, plz, pretty plz get Anakins voice in your head when you read this. watch a video of hayden stuttering his way through an interview or something, whatever, it just wont be the same unless you get his voice saying all this. anyway, continue. and merry christmas/happy holidays).

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lord save my soul this was so fucking hot i cant function

Angelic (Anakin Skywalker X Reader) (NSFW)

Request sent in by @anakinsxhoe​:  Could you do a Padawan!Reader with her master!Anakin and he punishes her and it’s like really rough. Also the Padawan is really innocent? +daddy and metal hand kinks?👀👀🦥🦦

Ohhhh my gosh you are speaking my LANGUAGE!!! I hope you enjoy!!! I also might just write a sequel to this 👀

Warnings: Lil bit of Angst, Fluff, Master/Padawan Relationship, Padawan is of age!!!! Mentions of injury, Slight age difference (Anakin is 20 and Reader is 18), Love Confession, Smut, Anakin has a Daddy Kink, Reader has a praise kink, Metal Hand Kink, Choking Kink, Spanking, Lil bit of Degradation (”Slut,”) Soft aftercare with a mix of fluff and angst

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yes i am! i just have a backlog at the moment

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Hayden Christensen quote © ≪Still, to this day, I pick up a lightsaber, and I can’t help it. It just happens.≫

i’m currently writing the oldest prompt i have and working my way up to my recent requests :)

THIS GIF SET HAS NO FUCKING RIGHT BEING THIS HOT ???

Hayden Christensen as Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader in the Battle of the Heroes (Revenge of the Sith, 2005)

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“It was such an incredible journey playing Anakin Skywalker. Of course, Anakin and Obi-Wan weren’t on the greatest of terms when we last saw them… It will be interesting to see what an amazing director like Deborah Chow has in store for us all. I’m excited to work with Ewan again. It feels good to be back.”

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— Hayden Christensen on returning as Darth Vader (x)

How dare you leave out the accompanying photo, oh my GOD:

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welcome back, hayden!

finally a layout i enjoy 👁👄👁

Revenge of the Sith (2005) | The Last Jedi (2017)

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any more requests? xx

anakin and ahsoka’s friendship had a beautiful beginning and a tragic demise. (© mine)

are you up to speed on tcw cuz i have a request that’s kinda based on s7. spoiler: it includes anakin and dirty talk🥵

not yet, but the entire show has basically been spoiled for me so go for it!

#John Williams play The Imperial March

i was watching clone wars and convulsing over how hot anakin is and i said “it’s not fair that they made a fucking animated character so hot. i’m pixelsexual” to my mom and she looked at me and said “no melissa, you’re anisexual” and i couldn’t stop laughing cause shes right

i just gotta say... tcw anakin skywalker is fucking HOT

anakin skywalker fluff/angst A-Z alphabet

Anakin Skywalker A-Z Alphabet (P2/3) Fluff

Since i’ve already done a smut A-Z might as well do both that you requested as well! Next is angst :) thank you for the request!

A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?

Anakin finds her eyes as her most attractive feature. He always knew what she was thinking, and he always got lost in them. Y/n, on the other hand, loved his hair. Have you seen it?! She always got her hair entangled in it, loving its look and feel.

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?

Yes - both wanted a baby more than anything. Both were over the moon when they found out Y/n was expecting!

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?

Anakin always has to make sure Y/n is around him at all times, so most of the time they spoon. Ani is the big spoon of course, but he has a soft spot for being the little spoon on occasion.

D = Dates what are dates with them like?

Dates with Anakin are rare due to their hectic lifestyles, but always memorable. Normally, they’d sneak away to Naboo and go on little picnic dates (even though Anakin secretly hated grass too - he didn’t mind cause he was with her.)

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

Y/n is Anakin’s lifeline. He keeps her grounded, and he can’t live without her.

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?

Anakin knew from the moment he entered the Jedi Temple when he was 9. He saw her and was entranced. Y/n, however, realized her feelings much, much later before Anakin was deployed to protect Padme with Obi-Wan. She feared it was too late.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?

Anakin is so gentle with her. He treats her like she would break, so he would always make sure he touched her softly so he didn’t hurt her. He knew he had a dark side, and he promised himself he’d never hurt her. Ever.

H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Due to both being Jedi Knights, their relationship was forced to remain secret. So, whenever they could, they would hold hands, entwining their fingers and squeezing them on occasion to let the other person know they loved them. A silent way of communicating.

I = Impression first impression/s

Anakin: “Wow... and I thought Padme was an angel,” he thought to himself. “Master Qui-Gon, who’s that?”

Y/n: “Wow, that’s the new Padawan learner? He’s so young!”

J = Joker are they into pulling pranks?

Please, have you met Anakin? He LOVED messing with Y/n as long as it was always harmless.

K = Kisses how do they kiss?

Slow and passionately. He always made sure to pour his heart into each kiss, especially since each little moment had to be cherished.

L = Little things what little things do they love/notice?

Anakin always noticed she twirled her hair when she was nervous. It made him chuckle cause it did nothing but mess up her hair, but somehow it made her look even more beautiful.

M = Memory their favorite moment together

Their first kiss. Anakin remembered it perfectly. He held her close, stroking her cheek softly as she blushed deeply. “Anakin... I don’t-“

“Shh. Let me kiss you, it’ll be alright angel...”

N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Neither of them are able to spoil the other, but Anakin made a promise to himself to make her a necklace using small pebbles from each planet he visited. It wasn’t much, but it showed that no matter where he was, his love for her remained.

O = Orange what color reminds them of their other half?

When Anakin sees y/f/c, he always thinks of her.

P = Petnames what petnames do they use?

Baby, my love, angel, sweetheart, darling. Super soft nicknames.

Q = Questions what are the questions they’re always asking?

“How long will you be gone?” “When can I see you again?”

R = Remember their favorite memory of each other

Their wedding day.

S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up?

Anakin needed time to himself, but after he cleared his head he would go to her for help. She’s talk him through whatever was bothering him, and vice versa.

T = Talking what do they love to talk about?

Everything. Every moment was a gift, so they talked about whatever they could think of and loved it just as much.

U = Universe use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

The Light to his Darkness. It was very well known to both of them that Anakin had a perfect mixture of light and dark in him - but Y/n always found a way to pull him towards the light.

V = Very ___ they’re thoughts about each other (e.g she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)

Anakin: Y/n is very giggly, happy, and caring.

Y/n: Anakin is very independent, stubborn, and reckless.

W = Why reasons why they love each other

They compliment each other perfectly.

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

They don’t really have a song, but if they had to pick it would be Photograph - Ed Sheeran

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You’re the yin to my yang.

Z = Zebra if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Why would they need one? Threepio and Artoo are already enough work as it is!

hey babes! i’m the one who requested the kylo smut hehe. never apologize for the time needed to write something. as a writer myself i get it! love u!

love u queen! ur so sweet :( 💓 imma do my best to get more stuff out there but writing all the smut is highkey burning me out lol

Darth Vader/Sith Anakin x reader where he’s v protective and someone flirts with the reader and he gets really mad

Protecting What’s Mine - Suitless Vader!Anakin Skywalker x Reader *SMUT*

As you can tell, most of you guys wanted more anakin smut! i have 3 other requests and the others were all Anakin smut lmao im sorry this took so long to get to you guys! i decided to combine these all :)

Words: 1.4k

Plot: You and your husband, Darth Vader are the most feared couple in the galaxy. Some jerk has the nerve to hit on you, and Anakin is less than thrilled about it.

Extra Info: smut, jealousy, drinking, death

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Ever since Anakin had become Darth Vader, everything had changed for the both Anakin and Y/n. She had taken his hand at Mustafar, and slowly her attitude towards the dark side had changed.

Both were now Sith - long forgetting the Jedi Order, much to Obi Wan’s dismay. Tried as he might, he doomed himself trying to bring them back to the light.

Now, Darth Vader and Empress Y/n plotted silently to overthrow Palpatine and take his throne - and the two worked solely for each other’s interests. Through it all, they grew closer and were finally able to be public about their marriage.

Anakin was much more clingy with Y/n than he had ever been. She never left his side practically, and whenever she did he was always on high alert to make sure no creeps tried to make their way towards her.

One particular night, Anakin and Y/n were out at a party Palpatine had thrown in celebration of the downfall of the Order. Anakin was talking with some of his newer friends, while Y/n walked over to the bar to get a drink.

She sat down at the bar, resting her chin on her hand as she waited in silence. A few moments passed and the seat to her right was taken up. She flicked her eyes over to look, then turned back towards the bar.

“Hello, gorgeous,” the man smirked, leaning closer to her. Y/n scoffed and turned, “Hello?” she mumbled. “Something you need?”

“You to come home with me.” he winked, taking a swig of his drink.

Y/n fought back a laugh, “As if I’d come home with someone like you. I’m not interested.” she turned back around, wishing to give no more attention to the stranger.

“C’mon, doll. I promise I’ll give you a good time~” he flirted and touched her arm, his words slurred from the alcohol.

She recoiled from his touch and sneered at him, “Dont touch me!” she snapped, inching more towards the left.

“Feisty,” he chuckled lowly, “I love feisty women.”

“I-“

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Anakin’s loud, menacing voice struck the man frozen. He gulped and turned, his eyes widening, “L-Lord Vader-“

Without a second of hesitation, Anakin moved his hand up and started to choke him using the force. His eyes widened and he grabbed his throat, choking, “L-Lord Vader, please I wasn’t-“

Anakin moved him toward him with the force, hoisting him up in the air as the entire bar fell silent to watch. He squeezed his neck tighter and furrowed his eyebrows more, clenching his jaw, “Don’t you ever go near my wife again, do you understand me?”

Y/n tried as hard as she could to pull her mind out of the gutter, but she couldn’t help but feel very turned on by the sight in front of he - her angry husband using his infamous force choke. She pressed her legs together in hopes to alleviate the arousal growing, to no avail.

Anakin quickly moved his hand to the right and the man went flying into the wall, his dead body smacking against the wall leaving a small indent. Anakin huffed angrily and smoothed down his robes, looking back up at the shocked crowd. “Sith business. Go back to your drinks.”

Everyone immediately went back to what they were doing, not wanting to piss off the already livid Sith Lord any more than he already was.

Anakin began to walk over towards Y/n, and she bit her lip in anticipation. He sat where the creeper sat and he rest his hand on her thigh and creeped it up her skirt slowly, “We’re going home right now.” he moved his hand up and flicked his finger across her underwear slowly, looking at her darkly, “understand me?”

Y/n nodded quickly and bit her lip, taking in a sharp breath and feeling very small next to the tall, menacing man she called her husband. “Y-Yes daddy...” she spoke softly. He smirked, knowing she only called him that when she was very, very turned on.

“That’s right baby.” he leaned in, teasing his lips closely to hers and chuckled, moving his finger more firmly against her clit through her underwear, “You belong to me and me only.” he pressed his lips firmly against hers, capturing her in a heated kiss.

She whimpered softly and kissed him back, gripping the seat tightly to keep her composure so she didn’t strip him down right then and there.

“We’re going home right now,” he snapped suddenly, pulling on her arm firmly but not enough to hurt her, making her stand up. She bit her lip and followed him, grabbing onto his arm as he guided them outside. “I’m never leaving you alone again. No one is allowed to go near you.”

“I didn’t do anything-“

“You didn’t, no,” Anakin sighed, walking past one of his troopers, “Trooper, fly us home,” he mumbled and the trooper nodded, “Yes, Lord Vader.”

Anakin turned to Y/n and looked at her darkly, making her heartbeat speed up from just the look alone. “I just want to remind you who you belong to.”

~*~

As soon as Anakin and Y/n got home, he brought her straight to their grand bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind them and instantly pressed her against the wall, pushing his hands against her head, making her gulp from his intimidating stature.

“You are in so much trouble, Angel,” Anakin spoke darkly, stroking her cheek with his hand, smirking. “I-I didn’t-“

“Still. You needed to be reminded as to who owns you,” Anakin captured her lips in a heated kiss, making her whimper softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged at the ends of his hair, deepening the kiss as Anakin growled.

Swiftly, he moved his hands behind her back and picked her up, not breaking the kiss as he pressed her down on the bed.

She let out a small noise as he moved his hands up to squeeze her breasts as he kissed her harder, moving his hands down to slide her dress off slowly.

“A-Anakin, please just..”

“Patience, sweetheart,” Anakin smirked and got her dress fully off, immediately sucking on her breasts as she let out soft, faint moans as she gripped onto his back tightly.

Anakin pulled away after attacking her breasts with rough kisses and bites to take off his sith robes, throwing them to the floor as he moved his hand down to slide her underwear off; his other gloved hand pressed against her hipbone to keep her down.

“Look at you,” he spoke lowly, sliding her underwear off completely and teasingly swiping his finger inside her. “you’re dripping.”

She whined and squirmed around, trying to get back the feeling of his fingers inside her, “Ani-“

“Stop squirming,” he gripped her hipbone tighter and spread her legs apart further, stroking himself slowly as he chuckled down at his desperate wife. He leaned down and kissed her deeply as he thrust himself inside her slowly, stretching her fully out as she gasped, “Anakin!”

He growled lowly and started to thrust roughly into her, gripping her hips tighter as she moaned louder, “Fuck, just like that!”

He kissed her neck softly in contrast to his rough thrusts, losing himself in the feeling of her tightening around him tighter by the second.

“God, you feel like heaven...” he moaned into her neck, noticing her voice get breathier as she moaned louder.

“A-Ani, p-please, im so close...” she moaned louder, gripping his back tighter as he moved his hand down to rub her quickly, thrusting into her as hard as he could, “Let go... c’mon Angel, let go...”

After a moment, the knot snapped she came undone intensely, squirming and moaning loudly as it washed through her. He found his high and helped them ride them through, slowing his thrusts down until he pulled out and laid beside her.

He wrapped his large, muscular arms around her smaller frame and sighed heavily, kissing her hair, “I love you. I don’t want to ever lose you.”

Y/n hummed softly and hugged him back, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, “I love you. You won’t ever lose me,” she replied.

“All of this... all of this is for you. For us. So wet could be happy,” Anakin sighed, playing with her hair gently.

“I know. And i’m so thankful,” she pecked his lips softly. “I’m so glad I can rule beside you, my love.”