#I’m thinking it’s got to be RIGHT away when Anakin shows up | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fuckmyskywalker · 2 months

Text

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞! — 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫.

18+ smut, stripper!reader x dilf!anakin, age gap, lap dance, mutual masturbation, fem!reader/afab!reader | word count: 2.8k (not proofread).

Everyone say "thank you Anya".

After a nasty divorce, Anakin Skywalker wanted nothing to do with dates— let alone random hookups. Call him outdated or old-fashioned, but Anakin firmly believed in marriage. Maybe he just had bad luck. He has better things to worry about! His children, his company, his 850 credit card score, and… keeping up with his overly cheerful assistant.

Who somehow, managed to convince him to visit the best nightclub in town— and by nightclub, she meant strip club.

Standing outside the bright building, Anakin wondered how many neon signs were too much. He flickered his cigarette with his thumb, dialing his assistant’s number and watching the ashes fly with the wind, he just wished his hopes didn’t fly that easily. After a few rings, she picked up. “I’m here,” Anakin informed her, feeling as if he was about to start a super-secret mission and he was calling HQ. Lisseth is right, he stays too much at home watching cheesy, 90s TV shows. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

“Is it obnoxiously bright?” Lisseth asked from the other side of the line, and Anakin discerned the faint click of a lighter.

“Yes.”

“Then you’re in the right place.”

“Can you repeat why am I here again?” Anakin asked, rubbing his forehead and throwing the cigarette away.

“Because you are lonely, divorced, and old?” His assistant replied, presumably smoking as well.

“I should fire you.”

“But you won’t,” He didn’t have to see her to know she was smirking. Lisseth was right, she was one of the few people besides Obi-Wan Kenobi— his business partner— who dared to say things straight, and people like that were a nice change in a world where everyone fights for your favor. “Go inside, give it a chance. You deserve a change of scenery. I know you are the committed type. Give yourself a chance.”

Anakin hesitated again, just like he did when he agreed when the young woman texted him the address, and when he called the cab. He had no idea why she would suggest this place from the many—many strip clubs in the city, but he knew better than to question her. He looked around, it was not like he would care if someone recognized him— he just… didn’t want to be recognized. Big difference, or at least that was what Anakin kept repeating.

“Hello?” Lisseth said which brought Anakin back to his senses. He was overthinking it. How can you overthink walking into a strip club? Men do it all the time! “Are you alive?”

“I am.”

“Good. Now get inside, I think there’s an ATM next to the bathroom. I don’t remember— and dial me if you need anything, I’ll try to stay awake.”

Anakin hung up the call, taking a deep breath and pushing the black door open. Multiple times he had heard his associates talk about this place; how the drinks are great and the girls are better— which perhaps was a reason why Anakin was so reluctant. If a married man found this place appealing, he couldn’t imagine what it would have in storage for a divorced man.

Inside the club, the neon lights were far worse. His eyesight wasn’t bad but the dazzled effect was overwhelming. Anakin fought the urge to rub his eyes, he didn’t want to look that old— so he just brushed the wrinkles off his suit and approached the bar. The bartender eyed up curiously but simply greeted him. The place was crowded but it was somehow comfortable to navigate, he saw a few girls but he felt somewhat strange to stare at them for long. He wasn’t in his twenties anymore— he wasn’t able to see them as a piece of meat like he used to (last time he did he got his first and only wife knocked up). So he just thanked the bartender for his whiskey and took a long sip, hoping it would ease the knot in his stomach. He was a fast drinker, and he was halfway done with the glass when he heard a voice behind him and a soft tap on his shoulder.

“Is this seat taken?”

Your hand on his shoulder was gentle, but Anakin was aware of the salacious undertone in your voice. It was all fake, part of your job. Looking over said shoulder, his blue eyes met your face, and probably for the first time in your life working in the strip club— you found yourself speechless. You have never seen eyes in such a shade of blue, so deep and so easily to lose yourself in. Your glossy lips went dry for a second and you weren’t sure if he felt the same.

“It is not,” He replied, grabbing your hand and guiding you to the empty stool next to him. His hand was strong and warm, too polite for a man who was here to watch women half naked. You took a seat next to him just like you intended but your demeanor switched, which was something that surprised you. The blonde stranger didn’t seem to notice it, he knows nothing about you. For the first time, that has worked in your favor. “The name’s Anakin.”

He let go of your hand and you found your finger twitching against your bare thigh. You gave him your stage name and he simply smiled back, bringing the glass up to his lips. You leaned closer, placing your trembling hand on his thigh and squeezing it softly, noticing how his eyes drifted down to your cleavage only to go back to your face. “What brings you here, handsome?” The usual repertory was filled with cheesy phrases, sweet talk, and 101 manipulations. Emptying a man’s wallet wasn’t a hard thing, or at least after months of practice it no longer seemed like a challenge.

“I assume the same as every man here,” Anakin replied, tilting his head and maintaining eye contact. He was good, he must be an orator or something. Not everyone can stare into your eyes when your tits are literally out. “But being honest, a… friend of mine insisted.”

“Well, then you have a good friend,” You smiled, thanking whoever pushed him into your arms— even if you already knew the culprit. “Is there anything I can help you with?” Your fingers play with the hem of his white button-up, tapping your nails over the ironed fold.

“I have a few ideas,” He lowers his now empty glass, licking his lips. A simple act shouldn’t excite you but Oh it does. He looks like the type of guy who knows how to please a woman and the type of guy to rock your world…

Too bad that’s against the club’s guidelines.

“Such as?”

Anakin seemed to fall under your sultry voice, smirking and bringing his face closer to yours. You thought for a moment he was going to kiss you, but he just whispered in your ear. “I’m sure you know what I want, and I’m sure you are tired of small talk. Do us a favor and tell me what I can and can’t do.”

This was the second time in the night you found yourself speechless. Normally you are the one being straightforward, so why is that handsomely old man doing your job? Unbeknownst to you, Anakin’s heart was racing inside his chest at light speed. It has been years since he last flirted with someone, let alone a stripper— so he felt quite rough around the edges. It seemed to be working, or at least you faked it really well. Anakin’s charm never faded, even if he wasn’t fully aware of it. His bright smile and those wrinkles around his eyes… he could easily be your dad, which shouldn’t be as hot as it sounded. You ran your fingers through his blonde hair, silky and smooth. God, there’s nothing hotter than a man that takes care of his appearance.

“Follow me then,” You manage to say through the loud heartbeat that drowns the loud music around you. You have done this countless times, but this was somewhat different. Why were you acting brand new? Get a damn grip. “You seem like a man who can afford our special treatment.”

Anakin chuckled, he never thought getting robbed would be so sexy. “Do I look special? Or do you say that to every guy?” He followed you anyway, surprisingly lacing your fingers together. His eyes never left yours, not even when other girls and dancers called for him.

“Believe it or not, you look special.”

As you guided him inside the farthest room in the hallway, you locked the door and kindly settled him on the large sofa against the wall. There was a bed in the center of the bed and a pole next to it, but mostly for decoration. Not everyone had the privilege to fuck, lucky ones got to touch— but Anakin looked like he could win the lottery. This time he eyed you up and down, relaxing over the velvety cushions and spreading his legs. You’ve seen men sit that way countless times yet the way he did it was abysmally distinct. He had an air around him that no one could match and it truly excited you. Time wasn’t really a problem in this room, and he looked like someone who could treat themselves. The treat is a lap dance, of course.

You picked the music, and that was the only thing that fitted into your routine. The top piece of your heels sank into the fluffy carpet as you made your way back to him, deliberately swaying your hips. Comfortably, you straddled his lap, lazily draping your arms over his shoulders. Anakin’s hands touched your hips and you were about to warn him about the rules… but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at that moment.

“You’re beautiful,” He whispered, his voice already hoarse. How long has this man been pent up? Only God knows. You giggled and began grinding against him, running your hands up his shoulders and cupping his face. Anakin’s eyes left your breasts to meet yours, lidded eyes heavy with ecstasy that the erotic dance brought him. “So fucking beautiful…”

His presence was starting to be a problem, at least for you. You couldn’t look away or stop your hips from rolling over his growing erection. It was highly unprofessional, even for a stripper but you’ve done worse things— to uglier men. Anakin hissed when you fully sat on top of him, and the grip on your hips tightened. The song changed and neither of you was aware of it.

Returning your hands to his shoulders you used them as leverage to move, basically humping him without realizing it. You could lie and say this was part of the dance— but in reality, your body was moving on its own.

“Can I touch you?” Anakin requested, huffing and lifting his hips. His cock was aching but not fully hard yet. The right answer was to say no… so your hands reached for his and placed them over your chest. He sighed in clear contentment and cupped your tits, jiggling them softly and running his thumbs over your nipples, teasing you until they peeked underneath the sheer fabric of your lace bra.

The urge to thank him was very, very present. Words failed you as he lowered the cups of your bra, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his eager mouth. Instantly, you tugged on his curls, just noticing the silver strands. He groaned against your flesh, tugging on your sensitive bud with his teeth and guiding you with his free hand. The dance quickly turned into a session of dry humping— not that you had any complaints.

Anakin then cupped your center, rubbing his index finger through the thin thong and pushing it to the side. Everything was escalating too quickly and you needed to even it out— mostly to defend your pride— so you quickly unbuckled his belt, and Anakin didn’t even flinch. The tip of his finger ran through your folds and quickly found your clit, faster than any other man you’ve been with. You gasped, yanking his black boxers and biting your lip when you saw his cock. He was fully hard now and it looked like it fucking hurt. Above than average was your first thought, followed by the incessant desire to have him stretch you. From zero to a hundred, probably. Your hand looked tiny around his shaft, which sent a thrill of excitement down your spine. Anakin rolled his eyes and jerked his hips, silently asking for more. He circled your clit with practiced ease and that confirmed your suspicions— he is the type of man who knows what he’s doing and how to do it.

“Are you always this wet for your clients or am I really special?” Anakin taunted you as if he wasn’t the one paying for the fucking lap dance. To confirm his accusation— because yes, it was an accusation— he sank a finger inside you, curling it softly and rubbing your walls at a slow pace. “I’m starting to think you don’t do this for everyone.”

“I don’t,” You choke, panting and determined to not be left behind. You began jerking him up at the same speed he fingered you. “It takes two to tango, you know?”

Anakin laughed. He dared to laugh. God, this man… “You are feisty, I like that.”

The damned butterflies returned, this time fluttering around your stomach and your pussy. Anakin was good at this. He wasn’t the average pathetic man who couldn’t understand the touch of a woman, nor an ancient dinosaur that was cheating on his wife and shamelessly rocking their wedding band as they threw dollars to your feet. No, he was one in a million. He noticed your silence and took advantage of your blissful state, adding a second finger and scissoring them inside you. If you knew better you would’ve thought he was stretching you. Stepping up your game, you stroke his cock faster, bringing your free hand to your mouth to spit on it, using both hands to touch him.

That seemed to be a weak spot for him, and you actually heard him moan. It was a raw, guttural groan that made your pussy clench around his fingers. Looking down, you saw the wet, throbbing head, now glistening with your spit and the smeared precum. You could swear he looked thicker— or maybe it was your burning delirium for having him rearranging your guts.

He wasn’t one to back up from a clear challenge, so he rubbed his fingers against your G-spot repeatedly, pressing tight circles over the spongy spot. Your hips jerked just like he did moments prior and for the first time in a while, you moaned someone else’s name. Anakin seemed to be pleased by your reaction and continued it, exclusively stimulating that spot that built up the recognizable pressure in a matter of seconds.

“I’m gonna come,” You whimpered, closing your eyes. Anakin’s jaw clenched at the way your pussy sucked his fingers. Would you suck his cock with your velvety walls the same way? “Please, don’t stop.”

“Hold it,” He hissed but it wasn’t a request or anything. “I want to do it with you.”

You held your breath, flicking your wrist up and down, moaning repeatedly at the expertise of his touch. The knot in your lower stomach threatened to snap and holding it was borderline painful. The loud squelch of your cunt made the music surrounding you irrelevant, it was new music that was indeed expensive but— pornographically beautiful. Anakin hung his head back with a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. His scent was intoxicating, the mixture of his— surely fucking expensive— cologne, aftershave, and salty sweat was drowning you in a needy mess. Dragging you down to his spell when it was supposed to be the other way around.

“Do it,” He urged you, repeating it over and over. His hard cock twitched in your hands repeatedly until he groaned loudly and his release crashed with yours. “Come for me— come on, princess.”

Your walls gushed around his fingers, coating them in your own arousal seconds before his cum landed on your hands and your thighs— some on his thighs too. You called his name again, this time in a high-pitched moan. Anakin continued until you were on the verge of tears from the overstimulation, absentmindedly jerking his cock again as it started to soften in your hands. Your sweaty bodies were a mess of combined fluids and… broken rules.

You were in so much trouble.

“See what special guests get?” You painted, finally retrieving his hands from his dick and fixing your bra. “You should be thankful.”

“Oh, believe me. I am,” Anakin purred, grabbing your hips and yanking you closer, finally pressing his lips against yours. “Hope you have a better treat for regular special guests.”

You really, really needed to thank homegirl for bringing him here.

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya writes!#dilf!anakin #dilf!anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin skywalker fanfic #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x fem!reader #anakin x reader #anakin smut #anakin x reader smut

719 notes · View notes

bunnylovesani · 3 months

Text

Sleeping Beauty

Summary: Your roommate Anakin will go to any lengths necessary to get close to you, even ones you don’t know about.

Content warnings: dead dove do not eat, somnophilia, dubcon/noncon, drugging, violence, oral sex, p in v sex

WC: 3.4k

Work had been wringing you dry lately- so much so that when you’d finally claw your way to bed in the evenings, not even a tornado could rouse you. Your roommate, Anakin Skywalker noticed this- as he noticed everything else. Your mannerisms, your daily schedule, and all your little habits and quirks were committed to memory.

His prolonged glances and lingering touches raised no alarm bells in your mind, putting it down to his affectionate and slightly odd disposition. Sure, he was a little peculiar but your Ani was one of your best friends- always thoughtful, always caring and always there.

On one particularly exhausting evening, you sighed heavily as you traipsed in through the front door of your shared apartment. You always wondered why Anakin had any use for a roommate considering his prestigious job and the doubtless wealth that came along with it- but you just assumed he had a proclivity for modesty.

“Tough day?” He called out as you dropped your bag by the door with a heavy thud and followed the sound of his voice.

“You don’t know the half of it.” You sighed, slumping down onto the kitchen chair as you observed Anakin cooking, dirtied apron clinging to his toned abdomen. “What’s on the menu?”

“Your favourite.” He replied calmly, tipping the pan over slightly to show you a thick steak swimming in herbal butter.

“Wow. That looks- but…I’ve never told you that steak is my favourite.” You furrow your eyebrows and peer up at him in confusion.

“Well of course you have, silly.” He chuckles dismissively.

“No, Ani, I’m sure I haven’t. Have I?” You question, trying to recall a conversation in which you revealed your favourite meal but nothing was coming to mind.

“What have they been doing to you in that office?” He shakes his head and tuts. “Around when we first moved in, you told me how your dad always made steak on special occasions and how you came to associate the meal with good news.”

“I did?” The story is true, though you can’t for the life of you remember saying it.

“How else could I possibly know?” He smiles calmly and you relax. This new workload must really be doing a number on you.

“It’s so nice of you to make dinner but I was kinda thinking of going straight to bed- the exhaustion is killing my appetite. I go to sleep early but I still don’t feel well-rested for some reason…” You ramble on as he puts the sizzling pan to the side and turns to face you, leaning on the kitchen counter with his usually intense glare.

“Why don’t you take a sleeping pill?” He cocks his head to the side and you contemplate his suggestion. “I’ve got some low-dose ones, they’ll knock you right out and you won’t even feel it- I’ll go get them for you.”

“Wait, Ani- I don’t know-“

“They won’t make you drowsy in the morning, I promise.” Before you can object, he’s returned with a shiny tab of small white pills and is pouring you a glass of water.

“Alright, I suppose I’ll do anything to get one good night’s sleep.” You sigh, popping one of the tablets out of their foil casing and swallowing. “They’re the low-dose ones, yeah?”

“That’s what I said.” He smiles, watching you knock back your last sip of water intently.

“Thank you. Oh, but the steak- I feel really bad-“

“Don’t even worry about it. I’ll put it in the fridge, it’ll still be good tomorrow. You just go straight to bed.” He rests his calloused knuckles against the marble worktop, angry veins snaking up his smooth forearms.

“Really? You’re the best, Ani.” You rub his arm gratefully before wading over to your room, yawning.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” He whispers once you’re out of earshot.

Just like he said he would, Anakin neatly put your dinner away, scrubbed the stove clean and did the dishes. Upon completion, he glanced at the ticking clock on the kitchen wall before swiping the tab of pills sitting on the counter and stuffing them back into their original packaging. Taking the box out of his pocket, he read the front of the pack: Diazepam- full strength.

Satisfied that enough time had passed, he walked over to your room and pressed his ear against the wooden door, waiting to hear signs you were sound asleep. Once he was happy with your soft snores and hums, he treaded the shaggy carpet and crept in.

You were swaddled in your covers and lying on your back, the teddy bear he bought you for your last birthday tucked lazily under your arm.

He stood there and admired you for a moment, heart warmed at how you cuddled his plushie every night without fail.

Exhaling a shaky breath, he approached the foot of your bed and cautiously peeled off your frilly duvet, leaving you exposed in your pink pyjama shorts and bralette. He’d seen it several times but the sight of your bare skin never failed to drive him wild; his self-control and morals flew out the window as soon as you were together like this- the cloudy stillness and quiet of your placid bedroom insulating you both from the outside world and its restrictions.

He reached out to lift your bralette, raising it just enough for your nipple to pop out and harden in the cool night air. His mouth watered at the sight, wanting so badly to lock his lips around it that his cock grew painfully hard and strained against his trousers.

Tracing his fingers down your hips, he hooked them around your little shorts and pulled on them gently, your cotton panties coming off with them.

He has to cover his mouth with an open palm to stop the groan from slipping out when he sees the glistening wetness nestled between your plush thighs.

“What are you dreaming about, princess?” He mutters as he rubs his thumbs against your inner thighs before carefully spreading them, ensuring your legs are wide open but comfortably supported by the surrounding pillows. He lowers himself so that he’s only a few inches away from your heat, taking in the glorious view before him.

He’d fallen in love the very moment he laid eyes on you- but he instantly got the sinking feeling that his feelings weren’t reciprocated. You saw him at most as a friend, a convenient guy to have around, a perfectly suitable roommate. He was under no illusions that you would ever requite his love- how could you when his feelings were so intense?

Deciding he couldn’t take it any longer, he unzipped his trousers and lowered his boxers, letting his heavy cock spring out and slap against his abdomen. Try as he may, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your lips, which fell into a pretty o shape as you peacefully snoozed. Some dribble gathered in the corner of your mouth and he couldn’t help but kneel and hover above you, staring. He needed to feel your lips on his cock.

Wrapping a hand around his veiny shaft, he pumped it with a couple of rough strokes before resting his blushed tip against your pink lips. The precum oozed out and smeared against your plump bottom lip, moistening it just enough for Anakin to slide his cockhead smoothly past it. He let out a soft moan as your mouth enveloped his throbbing cock, languid wet tongue brushing past it as he slowly glided in and out- the sight of his cock on your lips too much to bear.

Gently pushing his hips forward, he guided the tip to the back of your mouth, the ridged roof sending shivers down his spine. You moaned dreamily, the vibrations from your hums making his cock twitch. When you began to toss and turn, he quickly pulled out and took a step back- the thrill turning him on beyond belief.

Setting his sights on your unfurled legs, he creeps onto the bed and positions himself between them.

“What a pretty little pussy.” He shakes his head in disbelief, knowing he has never before and would never again see anything so beautiful.

Pushing his swollen tip between your folds, he gathers your slick and coats his length in it as he glides along your slit- your thighs involuntarily contracting a little every time he brushes past your clit.

The pained expression on Anakin’s face was apparent- he had never gone this far before. His chest tightened at the thought of violating you in this new way, both out of guilt and excitement. He relieved himself of culpability by assuring himself it was okay- he loved you and was just taking care of you. It’d been a while since you’d been with anyone and your frustration had begun to show- what kind of friend would he be if he let you suffer like that?

Spreading your folds apart with his thumb and forefinger, he gathered a glob of spit and let it dribble from his lips to your entrance before smearing it messily with his cock.

Lining the leaky tip against your opening, he delicately pushes in, stretching you out inch by inch. Even though it feels like torture to deny himself, Anakin sets a meticulously slow pace, paranoia chasing him. His girthy cock plunged into your cunt, bullying it into submission with painfully laboured thrusts.

Anakin bit his lip and scrunched his eyebrows at the sight of your tiny hole being stretched to full capacity, clenching needily around his length. He took this as confirmation that you needed him just as much as he needed you, deluded into believing your desire was apparent with the way your pussy gripped him.

Your breathing sped up and your heart rate rose- your body’s attempt at rousing you- but still, you remained asleep.

Anakin couldn’t believe his luck- he had been dreaming about what it’d be like to be inside you and now that your warmth had finally enveloped him, it was better than he could’ve ever imagined. He often scolded you for how naive you were but it was his favourite thing about you- the trust you felt for him was palpable in the way you gazed at him adoringly. The warm, wet comfort of your heat made him feel electric and he couldn’t help but want more- he wanted to lay hold of everything you had to give. He lifted you by the hips and impaled you onto his cock, forcing it even deeper until you were flush against him, the imprint of his member bulging through your lower stomach.

“Oh, baby…fuck.” He whimpered, barely above a whisper. “I wonder if you could take me this well when you’re awake.”

The room heated up with Anakin’s heavy breathing and your stuffy, sleepy moans. As roughly as he thought he could get away with, he pounded into you little by little, using your pussy like it was his to ruin. Your shared arousal gleamed in the dim moonlight, illuminating how his thick shaft disappeared into you with ease.

He tried not to grip your hips too roughly but with the way your pussy moulded around his cock like it was made for him, he couldn’t help but dig his fingernails into your flesh. The sight enraptured him so much that he didn’t even notice when your pretty eyes fluttered open, widening in shock.

The second your gazes met, he leapt to cover your mouth with his heavy palm.

“Don’t.” He breathed, crazed eyes daring you to scream just to show you what would happen.

You shook your head frantically, eyebrows swooping in distress.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” He continued thrusting into you, maintaining eye contact as he sunk his cock into your used-up pussy. You nodded hectically, wondering if you were still dreaming.

“Good, ‘cus I really wouldn’t wanna hurt you, baby.” He whined.

Now that he didn’t have to worry about waking you up, he could take you as roughly as he wanted. Stooping down to your chest, he popped a nipple into his mouth and sucked it forcefully, red marks streaking your breasts as he bit and drooled all over them.

“A-ani…what are you doing?” You cry out in utter disbelief after he releases the hand silencing you to knead your breast.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I jus’ couldn’t hold back anymore.” He moans as he brutally stuffs your pussy, the sound of lewd smacking reverberating around your cosy bedroom. “I couldn’t wait any longer.” He pulls away from your chest, drool hanging off his swollen lips.

“But I’ll make it up to you, baby.” His voice falters as he slams his hips into you sharply. He’s so deep your entire body feels overwhelmingly full.

“Just let me use you.” His husky voice makes you break out into a flurry of goosebumps as you clench frightfully around his girthy cock.

“You understand, right?” He questions but his hand has already snaked its way back up to your mouth. All you can respond with are muffled cries and whimpers, hushed by his thick palm. “I know you do, you’re my good girl.”

You look down to observe the frenzied way in which Anakin shatters his cock into your tiny cunt, wetness dribbling down your thighs and making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“I’m gonna stuff this pussy full of my cum.” He growls to himself as beads of sweat roll down his forehead, blonde curls dampened.

“Nmmh!” You squeak, shaking your head in disapproval as best you could with the way he was restraining you.

“Oh yes I am. And you’re gonna love it.” He rolls his hips and sinks into you impossibly deep before pulling all the way out. “Look at that, doll. How are you so wet?” He gestures for you to look down at the way gloopy strands of arousal hang off his throbbing cock, the base soaked with your slick.

You observe with shock, writhing in confusion over how your body had betrayed you. You whine and sob as he slides back in, dragging you impossibly close to him as you claw at the pink sheets.

“Shh…I know, baby. I know.” He whispers as he wraps his hands around your jaw, thumbs rubbing against your dampened cheeks comfortingly.

“I’m almost done, baby.” He rests his forehead against yours and you feel lightheaded from the sudden wave of body heat. His hands travel back down to your hips, raising your ass as he fucks up into you with dizzying speed.

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.” He mutters breathlessly. “I know you want to.”

You try to fight it but your back arches instinctively and your fingers dig into his shoulders as his cock stretches your aching pussy wide. He bottoms into you mercilessly and you feel as though you’re about to slip out of consciousness. With one last thrust, your body explodes into flames and the searingly pleasurable sensation travels to every last one of your nerves.

“That’s it, baby.” He speeds up, chasing his own high. “I knew you’d love my cock. Should’ve let me do this sooner.”

You pant as your heartbeat tries to regulate itself, sprawled and utterly fucked out. Anakin hovers above you, raising your thigh and pressing it against his chest as he ruts into you with feverish intensity. Just as you thought you couldn’t take any more, he comes undone in a loud climax, throwing his head back as he shoots ropes of hot cum into your sore pussy.

Catching his breath, he shoots you a grin as he combs the messy curls out of his face, pulling his cock out and allowing the gloopy mess to run.

“Sorry about this, doll.” He shrugs before reaching for the lamp on your bedside table.

“Wait, Ani-“ You put your arm out but he pins it down by your side before knocking the metal base against your temple, rendering your whole world black.

The blinding light shining out of your bedroom window finally wakes you. You shield yourself from the sunny glare with an arm draped over your eyes, scrunching your face up when the pain radiating from your head suddenly hits you. Glancing over to the alarm clock on your bedside table, your heart almost jumps out of your throat. You were supposed to be at work hours ago yet here you still were, in your pyjamas and cosily tucked in.

You crawl out of bed as you try to piece together the broken fragments of your memory; did you forget to set the alarm? It must’ve been those sleeping pills Anakin gave you- so much for his promise that they wouldn’t make you drowsy. Before you can even reach the door, there’s a knock.

“Hey, you awake?” Anakin pops his head through and gives you a look of concern.

“Just woke up now. Somehow managed to completely sleep through the work day.” You shake your head, confusedly tapping at your bruised temple. “Those pills of yours have given me a killer migraine.”

“What? No, it can’t be from them- I’ve taken them a million times and never had any side effects.” He steps into the room and holds a flat palm up to your forehead. “Oh, honey. You’re burning up.”

“Am I?” You go to feel but he swats your hand away.

“You must have a fever.” He tuts. “Why don’t you go back to bed and I’ll get you some painkillers for that poor head of yours?”

“I won’t be accepting any more drugs from you, thank you very much.” You laugh as you let him guide you back under your duvet.

“Completely understandable. My bad, doll.” He chuckles, folding in the edges of the blanket. “I’ll leave you to it, then. Get some rest.” He tries to take a step back but you instinctively grab onto his wrist.

“Wait.” You groan pathetically. “Can you stay with me for a little while?”

“Of course.” He flashes you that beaming smile of his and you’re struck by a sense of familiarity. He treads over to the other side of bed and joins you under the covers, wrapping his arms around you and letting your head rest on his chest.

“This is gonna sound strange, but…” Your mind races at a mile-a-minute as you come to grips with the sudden onset of images that have flooded your brain. “I think I might’ve dreamt about you.”

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrow and smirks. “What was it about?”

You struggle to put the pieces together; all you can see is a hazy vision of Anakin between your legs, bullying his cock into you as you lay there helpless.

“I can’t even say, it’s so messed up.” You shake the thoughts away, a shiver running through you.

“Sounds more like a nightmare, doll.” He tucks an unruly piece of hair behind your ear. “But it wasn’t real. Just a dream.”

“I know. You’d never do anything like that.” You scoff assuredly and he kisses the top of your head. His gentle touch seizes your chest and you have to focus on regulating your breathing. He’d never guess it but you’d had a fervid crush on Anakin for as long as you’d known him.

“You’re safe here with me.” He brings you closer and you snuggle deeper into his chest, subtly inhaling his sweet, musky scent, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “Now get some rest, darling.” He strokes your hair comfortingly.

“Mmm…love you, Ani.” You unknowingly slip out in a quiet hum before drifting off to sleep.

Anakin seizes up in shock at your admission, total surprise consuming him. You loved him? He couldn’t stop the wide grin from unfurling across his blissful face nor the way his heart leapt with joy from the two simple words. He hadn’t ever allowed himself to treat this as a possibility- it was an undisputed fact that you were too good for him and he never let himself be deluded into thinking otherwise. The elation he felt in holding you in that moment, knowing you wanted to be held back was beyond words.

But just as quickly as the ecstasy flooded his veins, the solemn realisation of his sins hit him like a hammer. A nauseating sense of guilt and regret crept up on him like a maggot into a rose, casting a dark shadow on any future you could’ve had.

What had he done?

Taglist:

@bearryyy @w0rsh1psells @erinkeifer @mortalheartache @arzua10 @mugwump327 @offthethirlwall @bby-imasociopath @emmalandry @slut4starwarssmut @ghostlycrystobalove @iamjustaholeforyousir @billy-stu-wh0re3 @mousie101-blog @sweetcheesecakesblog @bardotsmuse @doestalker @kentaviax @slut4ani @cultofsin

୨୧ If you want to be removed from the Taglist or only want to be tagged for certain fics, please let me know ! ୨୧

#anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin x you #anakin fanfiction #star wars smut

777 notes · View notes

princessbrunette · 7 months

Text

kinktober : oct 12th

anakin skywalker x sex pollen

he thought maybe you were drunk, from the way you were rambling at him, slurring at him, pawing at him. his eyes moved faster than his ears, taking in the way your smaller hands grasped his wrists, your eyes pink and hazy with barely anything but pupil on display. you were tearful, warm to the touch, bottom lip wet and swollen. his eyes linger a moment too long.

his ears catch up, and you’re begging in a tone he hasn’t heard leave you before. your voice is whining, broken, pathetic almost.

“please it—t’was an accident ani b-but I need you, need your help n’need to just— need to feel better!” you’re practically crying, attempting to drag him further into the apartment where he stands rooted in the hallway, having flown over to your home when you’d called him. he places a warm hand on your cheek hoping to soothe you, but it seems that any touch from him only made you more frantic.

“shh, hey — listen. you’re gonna have to slow down. tell me what’s going on?” his brows are furrowed, expression serious and protective and it nearly makes your knees buckle. you swallow, trying hard to concentrate and breathe to get your thoughts in order.

“was at the market on the lower levels, n’i know you told me not to go there ani b-but—” you whimper and he nods, urging you to go on. “but they were selling these plants, and the pollen was just blowing everywhere and — and it made me feel funny — and now i’m home and i— i need you, i need you to fuck me.” the last part is punctuated by you grabbing at the collar of his robes, staring up at him with so much desperation it was hard to say anything but yes.

he sighs, oddly calm as he runs a hand over his face, nodding in understanding. every little mannerism he performed was painfully more attractive than usual, leaving you standing before him shivering and whimpering over nothing, clenching your thighs together.

“told you to be careful baby, look at the state you’re in.” he sighs, guiding you by your lower back into the bedroom. he has you sit on the edge of your bed, his touch so gentle in comparison to what he really wanted to do to you. “lay back, show me the problem sweetheart.”

he’d helped push your dress up to your stomach and peeled your underwear off, in disbelief at the mess before him. you’re crying now, clenching around nothing as you spread your legs, snitching on the copious amounts of slick coating your lips and inner thighs. your hands grip your own thighs holding them apart as you tremble, sniffling sadly. he settles down on the bed beside you, trying to stay calm to not work you up. “alright baby, there you go.” he sedates you quietly with rubbing your clit with his thumb, the sensitivity making you mewl and tremor like you were already seconds away from cumming.

“got it bad, don’t you sweet girl? i’m sorry i wasn’t there.” he scoffs, but not in a mocking way— moreso in a kind and slightly guilty way, his tone apologetic yet lighthearted in a way that only anakin could pull off. “oh, i know.” he pouts when you cry.

he stuffs two long fingers into your hole, curling them up against your soft spot exactly when you need him. he’s skipping all the teasing today, knowing his girl needs him to give her what she wants. he usually works you open with one finger and then adds the other, but it appears the plant induced frenzy you were in had inspired your very own pollen between your legs, making it easy for his thick fingers to slip right in.

“what would you do without me coming to look after you like this, hm? taking time out of my busy jedi schedule to finger fuck my girl when she gets herself wound up. goooood girl.” he praises when you go limp for a while, brain seeming to be on another planet as you let the pleasure possess you, being able to think of nothing but his fingers.

but soon, it wasn’t enough — and when you reach out to paw at his crotch, muttering “s’not enough, need more.” like a crazy person, you’re not surprised to find him already fully hard beneath your palm, ready to give you what you need.

“you’re lucky us jedi have such good stamina,” he smirks after pulling out his thick cock and sitting on his feet on the bed, suddenly manhandling your ass to rest on his thighs, prodding your entrance with his fat pink mushroom tip. “i have a feeling i might need it tonight.” he’s grinning now in that classic charming anakin skywalker way, sinking his length into you completely.

requested tag ! : @hanasnx @jellydodger

#anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin smut #star wars smut #kinktober 2023

1K notes · View notes

anakinsdove · 2 months

Text

𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader

summary: you and anakin arranged a date in your apartment tonight… yes like a normal couple.

c/w: fluff, (and a little bit angsty) ani is in love and so are you, dates dates dates, movie night.

discord - twitter: anakinsdove

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 2,819

“So you’re free tonight right?” “Yes” Anakin confirms for the millionth time today… it’s not your fault tho, you just wanna make sure this evening goes exactly as planned, it’s not every night you can arrange a date with your boyfriend though it’s exactly what you and him want, but after all, you’re not a normal couple, he’s a Jedi and not to mention dating it’s forbidden for Jedis, he’s also very busy… you pull at his hair excitedly and he hisses a little. “Wait! What movie are we watching?” You ask, and he nuzzles his face in your chest “Not Bribery” “Is that the one about the alien that-” “Yes that one” “It’s a good movie though” “Of course it’s not” your eyes widen at his disrespect…

“I can’t believe you actually said that” “it’s true” you grumble quietly and he chuckles… his eyes remain closed when he suddenly hears his communicator beeping “Is that-” he groans and answers

“Anakin, you must’ve report to the temple immediately” it’s obi wan “Be right there master” there’s clearly annoyance in his voice, and his heart sinks at your disappointed expression written all over your pretty face… “Hey… the sooner I go the sooner I’ll be back okay?” You can only nod already accepting that the date night is already canceled, you think it’s really selfish wanting to keep him all to yourself, after all he’s a Jedi, he saves lives, he does it for the republic, he does it everyday, why can’t you have him for a couple of hours?

“Look love… don’t worry, you go and get yourself all dolled up, I promise the date isn’t cancelled okay?” You can only hope it’s true… you think it’ll be more painful to get yourself ready and having to take your pretty dress off, make up and hairstyle, later when he never shows up than to accept it now, but he’s making you a promise and he will keep it

“I’ll be waiting” you say and kiss his cheek, he grins at this and closes the door and hear from the other side “I’ll be here at 9:00” you nod forgetting he can’t see you…

5:45 PM

There’s a lot left to do, but where to start? Is the real question, you decide to start with cleaning around a little bit, you move the couch only to find Anakin’s beanie you knitted for him Anakin you grumbled angrily “It’s in my drawer I’m sure” he said a while ago when you questioned him why he didn’t wear it anymore… a few minutes later everything is done and the next step is to start dolling yourself up, you want this to be special and none of your dresses seem to match your expectation… too pink, too red, too elegant, too informal, wrong print? too short? I don’t think that would bother Anakin at all but it bothers you for some reason, it’s like your first date all over again, the butterflies, the anxiety and the unbelievable excitement… it was a great date, considering his padawan braid got stuck in your necklace, you cringe at the memory.

After what feels like an eternity you pick a dress… it’s beautiful purple and it has the “right” length, deciding to ignore the complete disaster you made in your closet, buuuuut now… your nails don’t match the stupid dress! Trying to grab your pretty lilac nail polish a knocking the rest of your make up over, you gasp when you hear your eyeshadow palette breaking and see pigment on the ground “oh no” the sadness in your voice equals to a kicked puppy, you kneel on the ground to dust it away.. it was your favorite palette, the pretty and expensive one, whimpering when you throw it in the trash.

Now you’re painting your nails sad and not even doing it right, there’s nail polish all over your fingers… what the fuck? The shower will take care of it

7:09 PM

Fuck! Everything it’s taking longer than usual, you haven’t even showered yet!

You undress yourself and get in a little bit too quick, the water is still cold, it makes you wince, but there’s not enough time and Anakin said he would be here at 9:00… your makeup, take out, your outfit, the candles? It’s not that you can’t do anything right it’s just that the excitement bubble you feel in your stomach betrays you and turns into anxiety. He would be happy to spend an evening with you in the sand just to be by your side, Anakin wouldn’t notice the small details that make you pull your hair, or maybe he would and wouldn’t even care, or maybe he would care-

8:54 PM

The rest of your routine goes slightly more smoothly, everything is set and now you’re just waiting for Anakin to arrive, you sigh and pray that everything goes as planned from now on.

9:01

9:07

9:15

9:23

9:28

Since when is your couch so big? And why do you feel the clock is ticking too loud for your liking? Your dress feels so tight and then is inevitable… You feel the familiar sensation of tears welling up in your eyes “You think it’ll be more painful to get yourself ready and having to take your pretty dress off, make up and hairstyle, later when he never shows up than to accept it now, but he’s making you a promise and he will keep it”

But then there’s an urgent knocking on your door, one that you could’ve never mistake, the kind of knocking that wants to take the stupid door down and your practically jump from the couch and sprint towards the door, opening it with shaky hands… And there he is… he’s frowning and gripping the bouquet of flowers in his hands anxiously, already damaging the wrapper that holds it together. “Y/n” he says breathlessly and he immediately stops when he notices the tears in your eyes.

Your eyes switch to his face to his eyes lips then the bouquet, taking all of him so you can remember this later, his robes are muddy “Ani-" he places the flowers at a nearby table and instantly takes your face in his hands “What’s the matter doll?” He asks and wipes your tears away.. it actually makes you melt.

“I thought you weren’t coming” Your voice comes out small and you feel a little sad for not trusting him from the begging, he promised he would be here and here he is…. “I’m sorry for being so late Y/N I- the mission was- it’s not important” “Are you okay?” You ask, he gives you a small smile and nods “Everything is alright, everyone as well” you sigh in relief “That’s good my love, congrats” you hug him, he’s still sad at the sight of your dried tears on your cheeks, but at least your mascara is still intact.

“You sure that’s all?” Your grip around him tightens as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, suddenly your struggles from earlier don’t seem like a big deal after his own deal being a Jedi is responsibility aswell. “I almost messed up our date?” “Huh? And why’s that love?” And you finally look up at him “I dunno… it’s silly”

“It can’t be silly if it bothered you enough to make you cry” you want to argue and say It is but he might be right and you don’t know better “First I found out you did loose the scarf I made you-” “Where is it!?” He asks excitedly “Then I didn’t like any of my dresses… it took me forever, then my nails wouldn’t match my dress and I dropped my eyeshadow palette-“ “The pretty one with the pink tones?” “Yes, that one” “Aw, I’m sorry doll” “It’s okay… then I got in the shower and the water was freezing and then you wouldn’t show up!” Anakin cringes at the last part and you continue “I-I’m sorry, all of this sounds really stupid compared to any kind of problem you face daily as Jedi-” “Normal” “Huh?” “Your problems are… are normal… I like normal” “Oh… You do?” “Of course Y/N… after dealing with the war everyday and the council… this, this is exactly what I need” you chuckle “Well it’s always a pleasure to be ordinary enough for you” “I didn’t mean it like that-” “I know” you giggle… “I wish our life would be this domestic sometimes, can you imagine? You, me and two little mini you running around the house?” Children… he’s thinking about children, that gives you a reality check, any silly doubt you might have about your relationship is gone just like that because he’s actually dreaming about a life with you, and you wouldn’t prefer any different.

“I would love that” you say sincerely… “They would have your eyes and my hair…. Your eyebrows” He traces them delicately “And maybe my personality, one each” that makes you beam “I can’t wait” “Me neither” He takes your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly… it’s nice and delicate, he hums in the kiss and takes the chance to slide his tongue in his mouth, you suck at it softly and after a few seconds you pull away only to find the completely head over heels gaze he’s giving you.

“You’re all muddy” you say “I didn’t see the hole in the ground-” you shake your head in disbelief and take his hand in yours to guide him to your bathroom “It was Obi wan’s fault!” Now.. how could that possibly be Obi wan’s fault? But you let him ramble. “Undress” you say

“Oh you would’ve loved that wouldn’t you?” he teases and you punch him in the shoulder jokingly. He starts taking his robes off while you start filling the tub, the water is warm this time and you pour a little of your lavander soap in “Hey i thought you wanted a show” he says teasingly, because you made him undress and you didn’t even watch… that’s a shame honestly. “Get in baby” he can’t resist you or a warm bath when needed.

The water is instantly soothing for his aching muscles… he groans and tilts his head back, opening his eyes to find you looking at him adoringly “Thank you my love” he says and you lean in to kiss his cheek “You’re very welcome Ani” you throw him your old rubber duck in he laughs, he closes his eyes and sighs, he couldn’t ask for anything better in life… his eyes remain closed for a few seconds “C’mon Baby don’t pass out… you could’ve drown” “Mmm I know you wouldn’t let me” “Don’t be so sure” he opens his eyes wide and you cackled. “Close your eyes” you say “Make up your mind” he teases but does as you say, You take a small recipient with warm water and pour it over his head, gently soaking his curls, he tilts his head forward like a child, then you pour some of the apple shampoo on your hand, you figured out he liked the scent and you start gently massaging his scalp and smile when you see bubbles, his eyes peaked open to look at your loving and concentrating expression, he’s melting but when your nails escaped along his scalp he purrs… the night goes on and when you’re done washing his hair and his bubble bath is over he turns the shower on to wash his body… you wait for him with a fluffy bath towel, he smiles when he sees you and he wraps himself in it.

He follows you into your bedroom where he find a pair of his sweatpants he keeps in here, the sweater you knitted for him, a pair of your fluffy socks and clean boxers, he gives you a grateful smile… when he’s done he wraps his arms around you and you lean on him as he rubs your back “You’re a little tense hun” “Whaaat? No I’m” “Lay down” you look up at him with puppy eyes “Lay down on your stomach c’mon” And who are you to complain when Anakin Skywalker gives an order.

You lay down on the bed and he takes your heels off and kisses up your calf, and okay you weren’t completely lying, you’re still not completely sure you’re actually tense and that Anakin only wants an excuse to touch you, but his touch already feels amazing… “M’sorry I didn’t say it earlier but you look absolutely beautiful, every single detail about you is perfect” that means a lot to you “Thank you… You’re So Perfect-” he starts kissing down you back covering your spine with kisses, his hands find the zip or your dress “Gonna unzip your dress okay? I’m gonna take it off” “Yeah” you say already agreeing with anything he says, he chuckles, his hand unzips your dress nice and slow while his eyes trace every detail of your back… moles, marks, tattoos, anything… wait that looks like a constellation… he takes the dress off leaving you only in your bra and panties “This too” he pulls at your bra and you roll your eyes not annoyed at all “alright” he instantly unclasps your bra and you lift yourself so he can take it off, his touch is gentle when he slides the straps down your shoulders… his gaze lingers on your chest and you giggle “My massage” “Oh! Right” He pushes your on your stomach again, his hands dig into your shoulder blades and you make a little sound when his metal hand touches your back, it’s cold and it feels good for some reason “There’s a knot here” he says and pushes deeper to massage your skin, you moan and his ears perk up at the sound but he pushes those thoughts to the back of his head for your own sake and his “Ani… that feels really good” “I know” he says cockily and keeps working his magic, suddenly his hands grip your ass and you gasp “You’re tense here too” he massages the skin and you actually think you’re muscles are grateful… the feeling want to make your thighs squeeze Not now You think.

10 minutes later he’s done and you’re actually sleepy, he takes one of your sweaters out of your drawer and you try to put it on but he does it for you, unfortunately his hand tickles your ribs and you giggle, he looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes… “Would you like to watch a movie” he kisses your neck and you close your eyes “Sure!” You beam, “Okay… I’ll make the pop corn” he keeps kissing you and you think he might never stop and make the damn pop corn, though you’re not sure you want him to stop you whimper and your breathing heaves “I’ll go now… promise” however he keeps kissing you and you take the chance to tickle his ribs, he cackles and takes the queue to leave.

You realize you still have makeup on your face and you curse at yourself, feeling lazy to take it off but going to the bathroom and washing your face no matter how much you wanna eat pop corn and get into his arms you want.. he comes back 5 minutes later with the bowl of pop corn and two drinks… you beam at the sight of snacks and he chuckles “Are you happy to see me or the popcorn?” “Both”

“We’re watching Bribery” you say simply “Whatever” he says clearly not happy with your choice but happier nonetheless to be here, he thinks it’s cute how much you like this shitty movie… you nuzzle into his arms and 40 minutes later you’re starting to fall asleep.

“It’s time to sleep love” “Nuh uh” you say with your eyes already closed “What why not?” He asks curiously, your body says otherwise

“You still haven’t fucked me, date night it’s not over” you say boldly and he cackles

“It’s alright love, I’ll promise I’ll fuck you in the morning”

“Promise?”

“Promise”

He stays up for a little after you fell asleep, admiring your features and tracing them gently with his knuckle, careful to not harm you, to not wake you up or disturb you in any way “I love you… more than anything in the entire universe…” something sparked inside him watching your sleep so vulnerable and with your guard completely down, trusting him completely.. “And I would never let something bad happen to you…” he kisses your forehead and stares at you with pure adoration in his eyes… he truly loves you… he tries to find a word bigger than that to state his love for you but the sleepiness is finally getting to him too…

“G’night” he mutters and lastly kisses your nose.

dividers- @i92-93

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x you #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #anakin smut #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #anakin fanfiction #star wars anakin #sw anakin #hayden christensen characters #hayden christensen fluff #hayden christensen smut #star wars

239 notes · View notes

bloatedandalone04 · 25 days

Text

Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 1.4

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which anakin feels completely isolated from you for the first time in five years, and he doesn’t know if he will ever be given the chance to fix his mistake.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 4k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Anakin gave his guitar to Theo as he sprinted off stage and towards the very dressing room he broke your heart in.

You never came back after walking away at the beginning of the show, and that had him completely on edge. He looked around the backstage area and when he couldn’t find you anywhere, he checked the dressing room. But you weren’t in there either.

Maybe you went back to the bus? God, he hoped so. He just got you back, he couldn’t handle losing you again so soon, and for a completely different reason this time.

His nerves were completely shot as he practically sprinted to the bus, the only thought on his mind being to get back to you and further explain things to you. If he needed to drop to his knees and beg for you, he was more than willing to do so, because you were it. His one and only, and you always would be.

The show tonight was one of the longer ones, so in the two hours he was on stage you could have literally gone anywhere. His heart was in his throat as he pulled open the bus door and looked around, and he could feel it quicken its pace as he realized that you weren’t here either.

Where the fuck did you go? You told him you’d be here after the show, yet he couldn’t find any trace of you.

Actually, he couldn’t find any sign of you at all. Your bag was gone, your jacket was picked up from off the couch, and your laptop wasn’t on the table anymore. “No,” he rasped. “Fuck. No.”

His hands were shaking as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and called you, but he was sent straight to voicemail.

You were ignoring him.

“Fuck,” he nearly yelled as he called you again, only to be met with the same result. “Fuck!”

After the third call he was forced to leave you a message, and he felt as pathetic as he sounded. “Baby, please. Please….call me back. I’m so sorry,” he rambled as he pulled at his sweaty hair. “We need to talk about this more, we have to work this out, I….fuck, Y/n, you said you’d be here after the show.”

He was crying now and was choking on his words as he said them, and he hoped you would be able to understand him, but he also hoped you couldn’t. He hated the fact that he was the one crying after he fucked things up, possibly beyond repair, when he really had no right to.

“Please, just…tell me where you are and that you’re okay and safe, please,” he begged and dropped onto the couch. “I love you.”

His phone fell to the floor after that and his hands came up to cover his face.

He had no idea what to do. He was shaking and his eyes were sore as he couldn’t seem to stop the tears from leaving them.

What the fuck is he going to do? How is he going to fix this?

He can’t lose you. He can’t, he wouldn’t be able to function without you. The thought of not having you around him after this was enough to send him into a panic attack, and he knew he needed to get a hold of himself, but he didn’t know how.

You weren’t here, weren’t at the venue, and your stuff was gone. Where did you go? You wouldn’t have left without telling him, right? You wouldn’t have gone back to London and not tell him, right?

He didn’t know anymore.

His phone went off from its place on the floor, and he scrambled off the couch to grab it, and when he saw that it was you who texted him, he nearly cried of joy. But your message wasn’t what he wanted to read, and it left him feeling even worse.

Princess: I’m safe. I just need some time to think. Please, at least give me that.

You slept on a chair in the airport last night, your duffle bag being your pillow and your jacket being your blanket.

Your eyes were bloodshot and sore beyond words from all the crying you’ve done since Anakin told you that he cheated on you. Did that count as him cheating on you? Not exactly, but his lips touched someone else’s, so what did that make it? Accidentally cheating? You didn’t know and you were too upset to care about what to call it.

After he went on stage and began the show, you couldn’t stand it anymore and left. You went back to the bus and was originally going to stay there and sleep on the couch, but the more you got into your head, the more you wanted to get the fuck out of there completely.

Running away from your problems never helped anybody, but you were too stubborn to think rationally at this point.

So you bought a ticket for the earliest flight back to London and grabbed your things before fleeing from the bus and sending him a text after listening to his voicemail.

You felt bad about leaving like that, but you were so upset and hurt. Your heart felt like it had been physically ripped from your body and been left back with Anakin in Paris; the place you wanted to visit for so long now with the love of your life. And the two days you were there with him were amazing, and you were prepared for so much more, but every hope and dream you had for that city had been crushed and destroyed. You weren’t sure you ever wanted to go back, Eiffel Tower be damned.

There were other towers you could see, right?

The whole flight back to London you wrote down the last few chapters for your short story in your notebook, needing the distraction to help keep you sane enough to be able to get back to your room in one piece.

You looked like a mess once you got back onto campus, and you avoided everyone like the plague as you made a beeline towards your dorm and had a forty five minute shower. It helped a little bit, but you were still left feeling empty as you sat down on your bed with wet hair and opened up your laptop to type out what you wrote down on the plane.

After you added some final touches, you printed it out and got changed into a pair of jeans and a grey shirt, leaving your hair still damp as you made your way to Kenneth’s classroom.

It was empty when you entered it, and he looked up at you in surprise when you closed the door behind you and walked over to him. “Miss Y/l/n,” he greeted and closed the book he was reading. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon. I thought you’d still be with that boyfriend of yours.”

The mention of Anakin had a sharp pain shoot straight through your heart, and you flinched slightly as you cleared your throat. “Yeah, something happened with that,” you whisper and he gives you a look of concern as he notices the way your eyes glaze over with tears. “I’m okay. Promise.”

He gives you a smile that nearly had you sobbing right then and there, because how the fuck did things get to this? How did you end up back in London, crying in front of your instructor with wet hair that dampened your shirt as the seconds went on?

“Alright,” he said quietly and braced his elbows on his desk. “What’s going on?”

His voice was so comforting and caring, you allowed your walls to come down a bit as you held up the stack of papers in your hand and wiped your eyes with your other. “I wrote my short story,” you announce. “I didn’t get around to editing it, so it’s probably full of errors, but I just wanted to give it to you because..”

You stopped your sentence short, but Kenneth gave you a look that told you he knew exactly what you were saying. “Because you’re not coming back to class,” he finished for you. “Are you?”

He stated it instead of asking it, and you bite down on your bottom lip as you nodded. Glancing down at the papers in your hands, he gestures for you to give them to him, and you do so with a sad smile. “You don’t have to read it,” your voice broke as you felt yourself beginning to cry again. “I just wanted to show that I really did love every second of these classes. I know I can do so much more, but it’s just not a good time for me right now.”

Kenneth flipped through the pages and looked up at you. “I’ll read it,” he promised, his gaze the softest you had ever seen it, and you realized just how much you would miss being able to talk to him like this and not feel embarrassed about it. “You’re an amazing writer, Y/n. It was a privilege to have you in my class, and I hate to see you go so soon, but I also want you to start putting yourself first. You’re always worried about everyone else around you, don’t forget to take care of yourself, too. Whatever happened before this, don’t let it take over. Use it, if it helps.”

You nod and wipe at your eyes with both hands now, sniffling quietly as you look at the man you respect deeply.

“You’re going to go on and do great things. You’re young, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you,” he lightened the mood by laughing and it made you laugh, too. “Just don’t forget to put yourself first. I remember when my teacher told me that, and it stuck with me for most of my life. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear it until he said it.”

And you didn’t either.

It was true, you put everyone above yourself and it often made you forget to take care of yourself. But not anymore.

You were going back home, and you were dropping out of the program, but you weren’t quitting. You just needed to figure some things out and keep yourself grounded until you decided what was going to happen next.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “For everything.”

Kenneth nodded and set your story down onto his desk. “Good luck, Y/n,” he said and it was the second time he used your first name since you walked in here, and it somehow made everything seem so much more real. You weren’t his student anymore. “I’ll reach out to you once I’ve finished reading this.”

“Okay,” you nod and turn around, giving the classroom one last look before heading towards the administrative office to officially drop out of the school.

You cried more as you packed up your room, and then Bailey came in and let you cry onto her shoulder as she held you and told you to keep in touch. After that you met Evan’s eyes from across campus, and the three bags you were carrying told him all he needed to know.

He brought you into his arms, too, and these were the people you were going to miss most about this chapter in your life. “Call me whenever you need to, okay? Or whenever you want to,” he begged and you nod against his chest. “Fuck, this sucks. I’m going to miss you.”

You laugh sadly, “I’m going to miss you, too,” then you step away and get a ride back to the airport, your heart feeling the heaviest its felt in all the twenty two years you’ve been alive.

Anakin didn’t sleep at all, but that was no surprise.

He got a good two nights of sleep with you while you were here, but now that you were gone, his sleep schedule was already back to being fucked.

His whole body felt weak as he paced around backstage, holding his phone up to his ear as he called you for the first time today. He told himself that he’d give you some time, but fuck that. He missed you and needed to see where things were with you at the moment.

“Hi,” you answered, making Anakin instantly stop pacing.

“Hi,” he said back quickly. “How are you? Where are you?” He had no idea where you were since you only told him that you were safe, and he wasn’t one of those boyfriends that needed their girlfriends location on all the time.

“In the car,” you answered and he felt his heart drop. “On the way to the airport.”

“The…airport?” He stuttered, his eyes burning as he let your words sink in. “You’re going back to London?”

“No,” you say quietly, and he could hear in your voice the way you were holding back tears. “I’m already in London. I’m going back home, Anakin.”

Anakin felt his whole body tense up, and it felt almost painful to move. So he stayed still as he tried to process your words. “You’re in London? How? When?”

“Last night. I bought a ticket and left. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I just don’t know what to do anymore, Anakin,” you cried and the remaining pieces of his heart shattered to bits. “I dropped out of the writing program and now I’m on my way back home. I need to feel normal right now or I might just go crazy.”

“Baby,” he shakily said as he met Vinny’s eyes from across the room. His friend gave him a concerned look, but Anakin just turned around and headed for the dressing room. “Baby, please.”

“Please, what? I don’t know what you want me to say. I don’t know what to say,” you sobbed and he let the door close loudly behind him once he reached the dressing room.

“Say that we’re going to be okay,” he begged, beginning to pace around the small room as he tugged at his hair. “Say that you and I will be fine, that we’ll talk this through and that we’re going to be okay.”

You were quiet for a few seconds, leaving him to listen to your uneven breathing. “You’re in Paris, Anakin,” he hated the way you hadn’t called him Ani even once since the start of this call. “I’ll be in LA tomorrow. Maybe this time away from each other will be good.”

“We’ve been away from each other,” he said as his heart twisted in agony. “I don’t want more time apart.”

“You’re on tour, Anakin-”

“I’ll come home,” he cut you off. “I’ll talk to Helena, we’ll stop the tour for a few weeks or something. Please.”

You sniff quietly. “The tour is too important,”

“You’re more important. We’re more important,” he thought maybe he was getting through to you, but then you destroyed that small ounce of hope with a single sentence.

“I can’t do this,” you whispered. “I need time. Have fun on the rest of the tour, Anakin. I really mean that.”

Then you hung up before he could say another word, leaving him to call you back three times before you turned your phone off.

“Fuck!” Anakin yells out and throws his phone onto the couch before sitting down next to it, his hands coming up to cover his face as he tries to hold back his tears.

This was all his fault. He fucked things up between you beyond repair, and he was the one to blame.

You flew back to London, for fucks sake, and the whole time he thought you were still here. And now you’re going back to LA, back to the apartment you and he shared, and possibly packing up there as well.

What was he supposed to do? He needed to be on stage in less than twenty minutes, and he was on the verge of a panic attack.

Anakin looked around the room wildly, as if anything he would help him even a little bit. His eyes landed on the various alcohol bottles placed on a table in the corner, and he knew he shouldn’t. The last time he drank was at the club with Liz, then she kissed him and he threw up twice and swore he’d never drink again.

But it was different this time.

He needed to feel nothing right now, to get him through the show, then he’d figure out how to fix things.

Without giving it a second thought, Anakin grabbed the first bottle he could reach and spent the next ten minutes drinking it. He set the now empty bottle down and left his phone on the couch, swinging the door open and stumbling his way backstage.

The first person he saw was Liz. Of course it was Liz.

Anakin’s eyes glazed over and he made it to her in less than four strides. She turned to face him with that fucking smirk of hers, and he narrowed his eyes on the bruise that had formed on the bridge of her nose, and for a split second he was proud that his girlfriend did that to her, then he remembered that you might not be his girlfriend anymore. “There you are,” she cooed. “We were starting to get worried.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, getting into her personal space. This was another situation where he could use his size to his advantage, even if he hated to do it, but he didn’t care right now. “This is all your fault. Y/n left because of what you did, because of what we did. Are you happy? Are you fucking proud of yourself?”

Vinny, who was standing nearby quickly made his way over, as did Helena, who had been talking with Theo a few feet away. “Anakin,” Vinny murmured, pulling on his arm. “Hey, don’t do this, man. She’s not worth it.”

Helena guided Liz away and towards the side of the stage, and Anakin could see how angry his manager was as she talked to the photographer.

Anakin turned to Vinny, his eyes burning and his head spinning. “She left,” he rasped. “She left, Vin. Y/n left to go back home.”

Vinny stepped back in surprise but kept his hand on Anakin’s arm. “Back home? Like, back to London?”

“No, back to LA. She already went back to London and dropped out of the program and now she’s going back home,” he nearly cried. “She’s going to leave me, Vinny. I lost her.”

The drummer looked alarmed, and he pulled Anakin into his arms within seconds. “It’s okay,” he tried to comfort him, but they both knew it would never work. “It’s okay.”

Anakin felt pathetic. This is the second time Vinny had to comfort him in less than two weeks, and while he knew Vinny would never mind doing so, Anakin still felt terrible. It shouldn’t be this way. He should be better than this.

“We’ll talk after the show,” Vinny promised, pulling away and reaching up to smooth out Anakin’s hair. “You and I will figure everything out, okay? It’s going to be okay.”

Anakin felt like a shell of himself as he nodded and allowed Vinny to lead him out onto stage, his mind a mess of thoughts and doubts and worries, and all of them were about you.

The lights were blinding and Anakin’s vision blurred from the flashes. His head was pounding and his throat was dry as he tried to get out the last song of the night as quickly as he could, but he felt sick. The bourbon he had downed earlier didn’t help, either.

He felt bile rise up his throat but he held it back and tore his eyes away from the crowd so he could look over at Theo. The bass player gave him a concerned look as he began to sing the song as well, no doubt sensing something was wrong and deciding to help the poor guy out.

Anakin was thankful for that as he didn’t have to raise his voice anymore since Theo is singing alongside him now, so his throat was given somewhat of a break. While his friend didn’t have a strong enough voice to be the lead singer, Theo still had a pretty good singing voice, and Anakin knew he should probably start having him sing in more songs in the future.

He felt his heartbeat quicken as even more sweat began to settle on his skin. The flannel he had adorned at the start of the show had long since been tossed aside and had left him in just his graphic tee, but he was still so fucking hot, and the lights weren’t helping at all.

He made the mistake of looking over to his right, where he saw Liz and Helena standing backstage. While his manager had a frown on her lips, Liz had a lustful look in her eyes, and somehow that made Anakin feel even more sick.

His fingers fumbled on the strings as he messed up the tempo of the song, which is something he had never done while he was out on stage before. Embarrassment floods through him and he quickly falls back into the right rhythm with Vinny and Theo backing him up as best as they could.

All these cameras on him were not helping, even though he was used to being filmed at this point. He felt like was three seconds away from having a full on panic attack, and he would probably die of humiliation if he woke up tomorrow morning to see thousands of videos online of him breaking down on stage.

The headline ‘Anakin Skywalker Has Epic Meltdown During Last Song Of Show’ was one he refused to read the following day. Fuck, he hated those stupid tabloids. They were written by money hungry, self-obsessed assholes who wouldn’t know what privacy is if it slapped them in the face.

You hated them, too, and your distaste for them was more than valid.

He missed you. God, did he ever.

Anakin wasn’t used to missing you. He never needed to. Ever since his third year of high school he’s had you by his side. You were never more than a few feet away from him back then, and even now you were always usually backstage and quietly cheering him on. You should be where Liz is currently standing now.

Or maybe he should be with you.

Since the second you became his girlfriend you were always his top priority.

He hated that he had somehow managed to forget that fact the minute a pretty girl started paying more attention to him than you were. Could you be blamed? You were thousands of miles away and chasing your own dream while he was living out his. You couldn’t give him every second of your time like he was used to receiving, and he really fucking hated how he had actually managed to turn into one of those pricks who forgets about how good he has it as soon as things don’t end up going his way.

Anakin wanted to stop singing the song and call out to you, but you weren’t in the crowd. You weren’t backstage. You weren’t here. You weren’t with him. You wouldn’t answer him, because you’re so fucking far away while he is here acting like everything is just fine. All he wanted to do was to run off stage, find you, and wrap you up in his arms, but he wasn’t sure if he had that right anymore.

He’s insecure and has never been away from you for this long. It was like he didn’t know how to properly function without you by his side.

All the excuses in the world would never make up for just how poorly he’s treated you and for how little effort he’s been putting into your relationship.

He didn’t blame you for wanting to end it.

But he needed you. He had just gotten you back, just gotten that sense of normalcy back, but you were gone again.

Possibly for good this time, and he only had himself to blame.

One more part after this x

155 notes · View notes

saintvainglorious · 3 months

Text

My First Fanbind! A Black Sails Fic Anthology Series

It took me a year (and a lot of anxious research) before I worked up the courage to bookbind fanfiction, and after months of on-again-off-again work, my first fanbind is finally done!

I knew that if I was going to bookbind fic, I had to bind something from the Black Sails fandom, aka the fandom and show that have had the biggest impact on my life. Y'all, I almost went into academia to study slavery in the 17th-18th century Caribbean because of this show - when folks say this show rewires your brain chemistry, they are NOT kidding. THEE show of all time. Happy 10th anniversary to Black Sails! This fandom is small but mighty. May we continue to get our hearts and souls blasted to smithereens by this show for many years to come.

Ao3 abounds with magnificent Black Sails oneshots, so I decided to put together an anthology of my favorite Silverflint fics under 20k, which I split into two volumes. Included are works by @justlikeeddie, @vowel-in-thug, @balloonstand, @annevbonny, @francisthegreat, @nysscientia, and more! Thank you, thank you all, you brilliant wonderful people, for gracing the Internet with such amazing writing. When I read the fics in these anthologies I want to fling myself into the sun.

More on the design and binding process below the cut!

Vol. 1 Page Count: 270 (12 fics) Vol. 2 Page Count: 248 (11 fics) Body Font: Sabon Next LT (10.5 pt) Title Font: Goudy Old Style Other Fonts: IM Fell English, pirates pw

The typeset (which I did in Word) took a while, mainly because I'd never done it before. Manually adjusting the hyphenation line-by-line was especially tedious. After making these books, I abandoned Word in favor of InDesign, in large part because InDesign gives you way finer control over your justification and hyphenation settings.

Regarding my actual design choices, I'm happy with how the ocean motif on the title page turned out (it's not the same pattern as my endpapers, but they're complimentary) and I'm very fond of my divider dingbats, which are little swords! Goudy Old Style was a fun title font to use, since it's the font that Black Sails uses as its logo. The stories in Vol. 1 are divided into parts based on what Silver WAS at that point in the show (cook, quartermaster, or king), and Vol. 2 is split up into comedies, histories (AUs set in the canon universe) and tragedies - befitting Black Sails' Shakespearean ~vibes~.

I stuck to a flatback binding, as I wasn't feeling quite ambitious enough to try rounding and/or backing. I've learned that I ~Anakin Skywalker voice~ hate sanding, enjoy folding/sewing, and don't LIKE edge trimming but enjoy the results enough to make it worth it.

The real adventure was decorating the cover, which remained bare for months. After agonizing over Illustrator and experimenting unsuccessfully with HTV and lokta paper embossing, I ultimately turned to using stencil vinyl to paint on the designs. There was a bit of seepage under some of the stencils, but I was able to scrape off the excess with my Cricut weeding tool without damaging the coated surface of the bookcloth (probably Arrestox Blue Ribbon from Hollander's). Even though it was very time-consuming, I'm so happy with the end result of the stenciled paint job and I intend to stick with stencils for my foreseeable future binds.

Are there things I would change? Sure. It was humid out when I printed, so the pages have got a wave. There’s an extra two pages in Vol 2. that I have no idea how I missed, and I got a line of glue in the middle of one of my Vol. 2 endpapers. I’m pretty sure I didn’t case in quite right, since my endpapers pull away from the case at the spine. I think the inner margins are a bit too big, and despite going line-by-line there’s still some wacky justification spacing in the typeset. But man, am I proud of these books! It is so satisfying to learn a new skill - MANY new skills, if we’re being honest - and to make something both beautiful and practical. If I’m still binding in two years or so, I can see myself redoing the typeset in InDesign, cutting out the existing text block, and reusing the cases. I’m also already planning for Vol. 3, which will be Silverflint Modern AUs.

Thanks for reading!

#bookbinding #fanbinding #ficbinding #my books #black sails #silverflint #fanfiction #bsanniversary #10yearsblacksails #10bsfest

270 notes · View notes

queenie-official · 5 months

Text

Chapter Five: ‘A royal wedding’ Bridgerton Au!Anakin

part 1, 2, 3, 4

a/n: sorry this took a while to get out guys😅 i was hanging out with my bestie since she was visiting home from college😋😋 anyways i ended up cutting most dialogue from this chapter just to focus on the emotional aspect- i hope you guys still enjoy 💅✨

a royal wedding was never a small affair for any kingdom. regardless of wether it was public or made private to the people, they would celebrate the conjunction of a happy couple. which seemed ironic considering most royal marriages where strictly out of politics rather than love. you of all people where very aware of the fact considering your situation. so here you are precisely three hours before the wedding pacing in your undergarments as poor Eleanora tries to help get you dressed.

Padme sat on a stool watching you work yourself into a frenzy, she’d already tried to get you to stop but it was futile. in the end you had managed to tune her out entirely to consumed in your own thoughts and worries to process the world around you.

“y/n if you don’t stop moving you’re going to have to show up to your wedding in your underwear” Padme tried once more to garner your attention. slowing to a stop you turn to look at her and then to Eleanora who had quickly seized action the moment you stopped and began putting on your pannier, fearing if she missed the opportunity you’d be a pacing mess again.

“sorry it’s just hard to sit still knowing that i’m going to be a married women in a few hours…” you sigh out still fidgeting slightly as you stood in place but at the very least Eleanora could work with that. Traditionally there would be five to ten bridesmaids with you right now but as much as you got along with your other ladies-in-waiting you didn’t exactly trust them, so it was just the two you knew you could count on most.

“it’s okay to be nervous i was nervous when i got married to my husband” Padme said in a attempt to make you feel less alone. “yes but you did not have the weight of two kingdoms relying on your marriage” you feel the weight of the day pull you down along with what felt like the thousands of layers you where now wearing. yet still Eleanora was not done as she continued to dress you, a wave of fear that you may pass out from how heavy the dress was rushed through you but you pushed it away feeling as if that would be one of the better outcomes of the day rather then some of the other scenarios your brain had come up with.

“i’ve been thinking about it all, what today is going to be like- what the rest of my life is going to be like…” you add running a hand through your hair that still has to be done. you honestly just wished for the day to be over, then you could rest and breath properly once more. free of stress even for just a moment.

“perfectly normal thing to do your majesty” Eleanora said as she finished the final touches of basting on your engageantes. “i just can’t help but feel like something is going to go wrong” you sigh looking down to your hand and staring at the ring that now weighed down your finger, it was a pleasant weight in your opinion. something about it brought a comfort to you, even if the only reason Anakin had given it to you was out of his mothers request. clearly he had thought it worth something to choose a diamond so personal to the place he was from- or maybe you where reading into it too much.

“there’s no sense in worrying about something that has yet to happen.” Padme counters as she and Eleanora both begin to work on your hair once you take a seat in front of your vanity, you were sat at a horrible angle. unable to sit properly with how tight the corset was, you quite literally could not bend. “i feel like i’ll be better prepared if i do” you say with a small pout to your lips that makes padme laugh. “it’s yet to help you thus far” she points out as you nervously twist the ring on your finger, the only thing you could really use to occupy yourself without moving too much. “maybe i just find comfort in worrying, that’s strange isn’t it?”

“i wouldn’t say strange but i also wouldn’t say it’s normal” well you certainly could always count on Padme for being honest. your whole body ached from the position you where in as pin after pin is inserted into your hair, ensuring that everything stay in place. “by the end of today i’m going to be a wife. that doesn’t even sound real”

“the sooner you are a wife the council will schedule the coronation and Alderaan will have a queen and king again” Padme says happily probably thinking that would make you feel better since you’d finally have the control over the council you needed but all it really did was make you cringe inwardly. “No pressure” you mumble as they finish and you can stand again, feeling just a smidge of relief not having the corset dig into you as much. looking over yourself in the mirror you did have to admit for as much as it was a pain the outcome was beautiful. the dress itself was a work of art, each layer having intricate lace detailing as well as pearls and ribbons sewn in- it reminded you of the porcelain dolls you played with as a child.

“you’ll do great y/n, and we’ll be by your side through it all” Padme said with a smile and you felt yourself relax. she was right you could do this, and if something did happen you knew you had people to fall back on.

less then any minute now and you would be walking down the isle of the church. You weren’t to be seen by anybody until then, that did little to help settle your nerves. Padme and Eleanora where now waiting with the rest of the ton inside the walls of the church, you had no one to voice your thoughts to. no one to help ease you, and you found yourself growing increasingly more nauseous. the heat of the day mixed with the weight of your gown did not make it any easier for you, the earlier fear of passing out coming back in a brief wave before you pushed it down.

there you stood in one of the private rooms awaiting for the Chancellor who’d be the one to walk you down the aisle. you hated it, that he’d be the one to walk you. it felt like a cruel joke in a way, he’d been the one to convince the rest of the royal council along with Barclay of the rash decision for Anakin to be the one you marry. and now here he was being the one to hand you off to him, as much as it irked you the thing that bothered you the most was solely the fact it wasn’t your father. honestly you’d finally accepted the fact this was truly happening but now there was a grief that surrounded it. mourning the fact your parents would not be there to see you.

twisting the ring on your finger, round and round. over and over- you had to admit this was much better than pacing. less effort for sure, less dizzying since you weren’t the one going in circles. circles that matched your thoughts, round and round. you take a deep breath the door to the room opening, turning round to face the Chancellor. you felt your throat dry as you nod to him.

now walking along the corridors of the church heading to the Nave. you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, and for a moment you thought you may actually pass out. thankfully the sound of trumpets and a piano rang throughout the building pulling you back down to reality. the doors in front of you now opening, you could only hope you didn’t look as sickly as you felt. “your majesty” Chancellor Valorum called your attention to him, glancing him over slightly confused only to notice his extended arm. right, it was time- you take hold and force a smile hoping you looked happy enough for everyone to believe you.

you look ahead of you as you both begin walking down the aisle, finally meeting the eyes of your soon to be husband. he stood tall, and was probably dressed the best you’d ever seen him so far- though it’s not like you saw him much to begin with. you decided it best to focus solely on him, the smile on your face becoming a bit more genuine. you may not know him personally yet but you could still admire his looks- it felt a bit wrong initially like you weren’t supposed to like how he looked. as if it would diminish the fact you didn’t see him as a lover, though you guessed you should probably change that line of thinking anyway.

he was truly handsome, nice jawline. pretty eyes, curls that you felt added a boyish charm to him. and then there was his smile, you hadn’t even realized you focused in on it as you now stood before him. his hand extended for you to take so the ceremony could begin. his smile was warm and soft, it calmed you. gently taking his hand as you stand side by side now, facing one another head on. you move your gaze up meeting his eyes, soft blues that where already staring down at you. selfishly you allow yourself to get lost in them, tuning out the world around you not even listening to what the Archbishop spoke.

the only thing that reminded you of where you were and what you where doing was the sound of Anakins voice. “to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.” he recited the vows the archbishop had just told him which meant it was now your turn. half listening to what the archbishop said before he gave you the very same vows to repeat, nodding to let you know to go. “to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.” you say with a surprising confidence, you turn your face away from Anakin’s for the first time since the ceremony began.

now looking towards the archbishop as he closed the ceremony. a new ring added to both of your fingers, a wedding band.

Warmth and music, that’s all you felt as you danced a waltz with Anakin. you were actually having fun, he made it easy in all honesty. conversation between you both was flowing naturally and he made you laugh- you where pretty sure he enjoyed making you laugh. there was of course the voice in the back of your head that reminded you it was all for show. that you where both only acting like two people in love for the hundreds of eyes on you. part of you could only hope that at the very least a little bit of it was real, something small and budding that might have a chance of flourishing.

you refocus on the man in front of you, not wanting to sour a good moment with your concerns. allowing him to dance you both into a stupor, song after song. paying no one else a mind, regardless of the situation this day was about you two. a joyous occasion, and for once you did not need to think about anyone else but yourself and each other- for once you did not feel the weight of a kingdom on your shoulders. instead you felt like a normal girl from the ton dancing with a man who had simply asked for a dance, a dance that lasted for hours. of course all good things have to come to an end, and eventually your endless dance came to a halt.

you both walk hand in hand outside along the carpet preparing to speak to each guest at the ball and bid them their farewells. it was a little chilly but as it happened Anakin ran warm, and with him alongside you the chill of the night bothered you no longer.

part 6

Tag list: @luvvfromme @gatekeepingirlboss

@bimbo-baggins86 @bby-imasociopath

okay loves🤭 i hope you enjoyed this one, i know the ball scene was a bit short but don’t worry this will not be the only Ball, and the next time there is one it will include a lot more 😋 i just wanted to focus mostly on the wedding portion and didn’t want to draw to far away from that 💋💋 anyways have a great day huns Xx

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #rots anakin #atoc anakin #star wars anakin #anakin x you #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker x reader fluff #anakin x reader fluff #bridgerton au!anakin #bridgerton au!anakin x reader #bridgerton au #bridgerton #queenie’s thoughts xx<3 #Spotify

137 notes · View notes

fionajames · 4 months

Note

Hey Jamieeeeeeee

So about that Rex x reader thing…. 🤭 may I request that please? But can I ask if the reader can be apart of the war and gets hurt a lot because she cares about her troopers, like she can take on Krell with her bare hands because he looked at Rex wrong? (This totally isn’t related to an OC I’m writing a story about, wdym)

A/N: Hey, Sha!!! Hru? Hope this is what you wanted, srry it took so long! Please send requests guys!!!

It was well known in the Republic’s army that you were very protective over your troops, not to mention self-less. It worried many people - not that you were aware it did - including some of the other Jedi Generals, a particular Padawan and many Clones.

It showed now especially, when you stood in front of your Commander glaring down a monster taller than you. Said monster was staring at you with cold intrigue, eyes flickering with bloodshot yellow. It took a lot of your will and mind not to activate your lightsaber and plunge its blade into his chest right then and there.

“Master Krell,” you snarled, pointing a finger at him. “I am in charge of my own troops. I treat them the way I think is right, if you have a problem, you can take it up with Master Yoda, but never - and I’ll repeat, never - speak to my Commander or Clones that way.”

Your Commander was spluttering quietly behind you, desperately attempting to convince you to let it be. “General, please,” he whispered, his voice cracking with fear.

“You forget, young one,” Krell growled, ignoring the Clone’s feverishly spoken words. “That you are below me.”

“I may be,” you snapped back, stepping away from your Commander and forcing Krell further away from your troops. “But many aren’t. Many that would agree with me.”

The Jedi glared at you for a few more moments, before turning and leaving. You smirked slightly, watching him storm off. But that was when it clicked. His eyes had been yellow, but not a normal colour yellow, bloodshot yellow.

The eyes of a-

Sith.

Without another thought you leapt forward, holding the blade of your lightsaber against his throat, giving you a clear look at the colour. “You traitor,” you snarled. Now that you knew, you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d missed it. Krell was seeping dark energy.

“The only traitor here is you!” Krell snapped instead, his lightsaber clashing with yours. And so the fight began. You traded lightsaber strikes back and forth, your troops surrounding the pair of you, ready to get a shot at the monster when you weren’t in risk.

It wasn’t a very long battle, as you were a very skilled fighter. When you managed to push him far enough away, the Clones opened fire, and the monster fell limp. You arrested and detained Krell, comming Yoda to tell him of the betrayal. He was saddened, but grateful you’d spotted the wanna-be-Sith.

Only a few hours later, you found yourself in the medbay of Anakin Skywalker’s ship. Your memory was too foggy to remember why or how you got there, more focused on the lightsaber burns and near-misses on your skin. They were instantly cauterised by the heat of the lightsaber, but Krell had also managed to grab and throw you several times, leaving huge gashes seeping with blood.

The quiet of the room was interrupted when a familiar Clone burst through the door, worry rolling off of him in waves like a sea. Kix had left earlier after cleaning your wounds and giving you some meds or drugs that had definitely not helped with the foggy state your brain was in.

“Are you alright?” Rex called, rushing to your side. You couldn’t find the energy to respond, so instead you sat on the cot, rocking from side-to-side subconsciously. Your mouth tasted metallic already, and the idea of talking just made you want to vomit. “Cyar’ika?”

“‘M alright,” you drawled, leaning forward to rest your forehead on Rex’s shoulder, closing your eyes. Words felt like bricks on your tongue.

“You don’t look alright,” he fretted, assessing your state with a furrowed brow and fearful brown eyes. “In fact, you look anything but fine.”

“Fine,” you repeated, whimpering ever-so-slightly at the burn of bile in your throat. “Water.”

Your friend - or maybe you were more, but neither of you had really decided on labels - moved to grasp a glass and fill it with water, holding it to your lips gently. You took the cup from his hands gratefully, drinking quickly. Your throat burned less.

“Cyar’ika, what were you thinking?” Rex whispered, but it was rhetorical. He interlaced your fingers, his chin resting on your head. “You could’ve been killed. We don’t deserve to be stood up for like that, especially when it points someone else’s life on the line.”

You sat up abruptly, glaring weakly into his brown eyes. “You do!” You snapped, tears welling in your eyes. You were exhausted - mentally and physically - and wounded, a comment so carelessly said was more than enough to push you over the edge. “It’s not fair that you guys are so ill-treated, you deserve much more!”

You were slightly offended on behalf of your troops, as Rex wasn’t just talking about himself, he meant all Clones.

Rex’s eyes widened, realising he’d gone too far, he wrapped his arms around you. “Oh, cyar’ika, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“You did!” You cried out pathetically, too frustrated to be calmed quickly. “You did and I hate it!”

Not knowing what he should do, Rex pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I was just worried. I got so scared when the General got Master Yoda’s comm.”

You sighed, moving to bury your face in the crook of his neck. “‘T’s alright,” you murmured, voice muffled. Rex sighed contently.

“Please don’t do that again.”

“Do what again?”

“Go around fighting Sith,” he managed to say, a crack of pain in his voice.

“Y’know me, Rex, I can’t stop for too long.”

“Oh, hush, cyar’ika, or I’m going to get Kix to keep you here.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I will, now hush.”

A moment of silence, then-

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, send requests please!!!

#the clone wars #tcw #501st legion #anakin skywalker #captain rex #ahsoka #clones #clone troopers #star wars #clone wars #commander #captain #jedi #jedi general #pong krell #ka’ra writes ❤️

35 notes · View notes

beiasluv · 2 years

Text

imagine you are anakin’s padawan (sister)

a/n: anakin is older than reader. i hope you’ll cry :D (just kidding)

warnings: sad(?) injuries, and cuss words.

masterlist

enjoy! :)

how did anakin end up having a padawan; he does not know.

all he knew was that he will kill anyone who hurt you or got in your way, period.

when you first entered the jedi temple, you were very locked by yourself. anakin saw himself in you, and felt pain inside him. he felt so miserable when he first entered the jedi temple; he do not wish it upon any youngling, especially his soon-to-be padawan.

from that day on, you became his personal mission.

“hello, y/n,” he greeted from your behind.

“h- hello, master?” you jumped a little bit in your seat taken away by his presence.

“i’m sorry,” he chuckled, “i believe i haven’t introduced myself yet.” “my name is anakin skywalker, your master,” he raised a hand for you.

you took the hand and smiled, “hello, master, i believe you know my name already.” he chuckled at your response.

“want to go to meditation with me tomorrow? i think they’ll officially introduce us tomorrow noon,” he tilted his head. his blonde hair swung a little in the wind.

“sure, master skywalker,” you smiled. his presence radiated warmth and coldness at the same time. ‘a weird combination,’ you thought. however, it felt comforting. your master had taken an effort to come and introduce himself to you, and that couldn’t felt any better.

he is so soft for you. anakin will bring you flowers and gift to cheer you up. anything you want, he’ll go find it for you.

braiding hair for each other. sometimes he forgot to take it off and obiwan walked in and be like: “you’re done being a padawan, anakin.”

anakin will comfort you when you are tired or scared. he is your guardian and older brother.

he’ll make a nickname for you, which is ‘bunny’ (aww, cute, right?)

“skyguy?” you knocked on his door. you knew it wasn’t necessary, you both can feel each other’s presence.

“yes, coming,” anakin raised from his couch and went to get the door.

“hi, bunny,” he hugs you in his arms. you let his warmth and scent engulfed you in them.

“im scared, i get these nightmares- i- can’t take them off of my head-” you sobbed.

“it’s alright, bunny,” he let a tear slip, “whatever you are seeing, they might be real, but you’ll always have me.”

“i’m sorry, ani,” you realized. your grip tightened aruond his torso.

“it’s ok, bunny,” he cried onto your hair. “c’mon, let’s get you some rest,” he guided you to your bedroom. as you both walked in silence, his hand grabbing yours, you felt comfortable in a long time. the hallway was dark, yet the stars in the sky lightened the path enough for you to walk. he held your hand and led the way to your bed. he covered you in your covers and kissed your head goodnight. the escaping light from the blinds lit up his face, showing his smile and you felt the bed dip.

“you have to go back, ani,” you said in a hushed voice.

“not until i see that my padawan is sound asleep,” he brushed a hair out of your face.

as soft as he might be, he’ll train you super hard. so he does not have to worry about you. (but he knew he can’t stop worry about you.)

anakin is definitely scared at first to go hard on you, but after a push by you, he’ll make sure you’ll be the top padawan of the jedi temple.

his worst nightmare was that he went too harsh on you, and one day, it camel true.

you’ll comfort him that you were fine and that heshouldprobablycallthemedicalcenter cuzi’mabouttodiehere.

he’ll be sobbing all the way from the training room to the medical center. obiwan came to see that his padawan is dying of crying and had to calm him down.

anakin will say sorry to you multiple times a day for the next couple of months. and he won’t dare to train you for a couple of years.

you have to train with someone else for a while, with anakin observing the training session.

i mean- if it wasn’t for the accident, no one would see anakin’s proud father moment.

‘one last push,’ you thought as your lightsaber slashed against your partner’s. green slashed against blue as the burning sensation grew and grew. sweat forms on both of your faces, but it did not aid the heat from the dueling. you spun around avoiding attacks from your partner, yet trying to strike your partner at the same time. you decided to jump over his head to get to the high ground. your grip on the lightsaber became loosened. he forced his lightsaber out of your hand and it landed in his sweating palms. you landed on the ground empty-handed, as he smiled waiting for his victory.

“not so fast,” you whispered. you struck his hand and elbowed his back with full force. two lightsabers loosen from his grip and landed on the ground. they quickly flew into the air back into your hands, and now blue and green are igniting your face.

within a meter away, anakin let go of a breath he held unknowingly. he was so proud that he wanted to jump up and down and shout, ‘THAT’SMYGIRLEVERBODY!” he held his intrusive thoughts in tight, and ran to you. you handed back your partner’s lightsaber and bowed one last time. he snatched his lightsaber from your hand and left with his master. you felt sorry for him; suddenly someone crashed into you.

“Y/N! i’m so proud of you!” anakin picked you up and spun you around and around.

“enough! enough! skyguy!” you chuckled, “i’m sweaty and i feel disgusting.”

“and you are still my padawan, i’m so proud of you!”

anakin will brag to everyone he met about his padawan, until the word padawan doesn’t fit anymore. you are a family to him, you are his sister and he is your brother.

he is so overprotective, like 100%

any guy looking at you, even with intentions or no intentions, will hear a whisper in their mind. ‘stop looking or you’ll die.’

of course, it is our guy, anakin, staring at them back. his eye will turn red and all of that stuff. (ahem, sith eyes for them)

as soon as you call him, he’ll look at you with the most precious eyes possible. the bluest and the cutest puppy eyes for you only.

if somebody is getting too touchy with you, he’ll snake an arm around your shoulder and pull you close to him.

if you’re sleeping on the ship, or anywhere public, he’ll be your guard. anyone walking past will make sure they keep their noises down or they’ll regret it.

he’ll keep an eye out for you throughout the day as if obiwan isn’t keeping an eye out for him as well.

“ani, i’ll go to meditation tomorrow without you, alright?” you smiled.

“who are you going with? i thought you were supposed to go with me?” he asked while fake gasping.

“erm, he’s just a friend,” you bit your lip.

“justafriend, huh?” anakin tilted his head, “i’ve heard this lie before.”

“alright, alright, we have good feelings- or should i say, i have good feelings for him,” you admitted. “please, don’t ruin it this time,” you gave him your best puppy eyes.

“fine, but if you want me to kick his ass, i’m here waiting.”

“you’re the best, ani!” your arms wrapped around his torso tightly. “i’ll go meditate with you next week.”

“next three weeks!”

“two weeks!” you shouted back from the hallway.

“fine!” he shouted back.

you two will always have banter like siblings do but anakin will be a little bit lighter on you. he’ll let things off the hook for you and sometimes take the blame for you, you don’t agree to that, though.

there is a lot of “anakin, no!” anakin: “anakin, yes.”

now, let’s talk about anakin and padme. you were shocked at first when anakin revealed to you that he is having a relationship with padme. The! Freaking! Senator!

but you came to mind with the information. and actually, you like padme a lot.

anakin let you spend time with padme a lot because he wanted her to teach you about politics. she’s genuinely kind and always taking care of you. she’ll get a souvenir for you every time she visits a planet or somewhere else.

and anakin will be like, ‘where’s mine?’ (lolll)

and if you didn’t catch it, you are anakin and padme’s adopted child. (you were the one that they got to raised together, T-T)

time goes on, and you’ve grown. now, you had finished being a padawan. but you are still his padawan if anyone asks.

anakin’s presence turned darker and darker since he lost his mom. you worry constantly that he’ll get lost in the dark.

however, your nightmare becomes true. (it is always about a nightmare becoming true.)

you could feel anakin’s force presence jumping back and forth between light and dark. you grab his arm as you see the scene laying before you. mace windu and palpatine were fighting as both entered the room.

“he’s too dangerous to be left alive! i will end this, once in for all,” master windu exclaimed.

“no, you can’t!” anakin shouted, “he must stand trial.”

“he has controll over the senate and the court, he’s too dangerous to be left alive!” master windu held his lightsaber close to palpatine’s neck.

“i’m too weak, oh, please, don’t kill me, please,” the withered palpatine pleaded.

“it is not the jedi way!” anakin shouted. master windu was about to strike palpatine as anakin unsheathed his lightsaber. they fought as you also took out your lightsaber and went for palpatine. no, you couldn’t go for your own brother, nor master windu, palatine is the only reasonable person at this point. you ran towards him as he sent lighting towards you; your lightsaber took the strike but you were pushed back. anakin was busy fighting with master windu, and he cut master windu’s hand off the window. master windu was shocked by the lighting and lifted up into the air.

you were about to get up and fight the sith lord, palpatine sent a lighting strike towards you, and this time you took the hit. your body crumbled to the ground. anakin rushed to your aid and distracted palpatine away from you. he cradled you in his arm as he shook your face to regain your consciousness.

“run! y/n, run! run away as far as you could!” anakin shouted to your face. his force presence conflicted more than ever before. you took his word and ran away as far as you could. tears build up on your face as your leg carried you out of that hell.

you haven’t contacted anakin ever since that night. you don’t have the heart to talk to him again about what had happened. the council tried to get your word on that night many times, but you were never ready to speak about it.

order 66 had been put into action; you and obiwan went into hiding. you’ve heard the news about anakin turning to the dark side. you imagine what happened that night after you left. should you have left that night? what could have happened if you didn’t leave?

obiwan took you under his wing, now that anakin was gone. obiwan still believed that his padawan is still not lost, but he is not risking you as well.

he tried to convince padme that Anakin had turned to the dark side, but she still believed that he is still in the light.

“padme, he’s in great danger,” obiwan spoke calmly, yet his force presence is troubled.

“from the sith?”

“from himself,” he paused, “anakin has turned to the dark side.”

“you’re wrong, how could you even say that?” she refused aggressively. “tell me he’s wrong, y/n, anakin is still in the light.”

“i- i don’t want to say it, padme, he’s already gone, but we-”

“we need your help, padme,” obiwan cuts you off. “we saw a security hologram of him killing the younglings-”

“no, not anakin, he wouldn’t do that,” padme dismissed.

“that night, palpatine deceived him with lies, he’s the sith lord we’ve been looking for,” you said, holding padme’s hand tightly. you wanted to comfort her as much as you want comfort now, but she’s more important than you. the baby, or babies, need the most support.

“anakin became his apprentice after count dooku’s death,” obiwan told padme. she shook your hand off and guided herself to the comfort of the seat. you followed quickly behind.

“i don’t believe you,” her voice trembled.

“padme, i must find him,” obiwan whispered.

“you’re going to kill him aren’t you?” she realized. her breath and voice became unstable. obiwan and padme stared into each other’s eyes as they were staring into each other’s souls. you knew what must be done but you don’t agree with him; obiwan couldn’t kill his very own apprentice.

“he has become a very great threat,” obiwan spoke as he stood up.

“you can’t,” she shook her head, words barely leaving her mouth. a silent moment engulfed the room, no one dared to speak. obiwan looked into the city as he hugged himself.

“anakin is the father, isn’t he?” obiwan released a breath that he has been holding. he looked over at you and quietly turned back.

“I’m so sorry,” he spoke one last time and he entered his ship. padme cried onto your shoulder as you tried to stay strong for her.

padme decided to go to mufustar and see him herself. she insisted that you can go and wait on the ship in case anything goes wrong. you worry for her and the babies. C3PO followed quickly behind as you and padme entered the ship.

you felt a force presence in the ship, obiwan’s force presence.

the journey on the ship to mufustar was tense and quiet. padme sighed every minute or two, she is constantly clenching her hands. you wanted to comfort her, yet you don’t feel sure about your consolation.

the ship landed on mufustar and padme held her temple. the planet is disgusting and scalding with lava. you couldn’t imagine anakin living on this planet.

anakin came running down the bridge towards the ship, and padme opened the door. you hugged her one last time before she left the ship, unknowingly, it is the last hug you’ll get from her.

“obiwan! why did you sneaked onto the ship!” you forced the door open. “you knew how this could go down, and padme clearly wants to do this on her own.”

“y/n, calm down, he is a great threat, remember?” obiwan held your shoulder.

“please, he is my master, you surely can’t kill your own padawan,” you begged him.

“he is also my brother, but you know what must be done,” his force presence conflicted.

“obiwan, no!” you tried to hold him back. you grabbed onto his cloak and arms. “no! please, no!”

“y/n, let go of me,” he said calmly.

“liar!” anakin shouted towards padme. he saw you trying to hold obiwan back; your presence brought trouble to him. he wanted to see you- he never wanted you to see him again, not when he is turned to the dark side- he wanted to see you again when he is about to be so powerful. your little demeanor, compared to obiwan, brought him back to see you as a youngling. when he wanted to save you from a miserable life.

“you’re with him! you brought him here to kill me, and my very own padawan!” anakin shouted. he forced choked padme into the air.

“no-”

“let her go anakin!” obiwan commanded as you let go of him. “let. her. go.” padme fell onto the ground; you ran to her. anakin forced pushed you back and you stumbled towards the floor. you got up again and looked him in the eyes.

“you’ve turned her against me!” anakin shouted towards obiwan. “join me, my padawan.”

“don’t bring her into this hole of self-destruction you’ve made for yourself,” obiwan replied.

“you’ll not take her away from me!” he took off his cloak and obiwan did the same.

“your anger and your lust for power had already done that,” he walked slowly towards padme’s body. “you’ve become the very thing you swore to destroy.”

“i do not fear the dark side as you do!” anakin shouted, “i see through the lies of the jedi. i’ve brought peace and securing to my new empire!”

“your new empire?” you replied, “you are going to turn to dictatorship? we’re supposed to be loyal to the republic, to democracy!”

“don’t make me go against you, y/n, i do not want to kill my very own padawan,” he replied through his gritted teeth. “if you’re not with me, then you are my enemy!”

“i will do what i must,” obiwan unsheathed his lightsaber.

“you will try.” anakin jumped towards obiwan.

“get her to safety, y/n!”

you took padme back onto the ship and called C3PO for help. it reported that she’s still alive but her body is not responding.

you left the ship and looked for obiwan and anakin, hoping to stop him. their force presence was strong, leaving steps behind their fight. you followed along with the presence; noticing the damaged they’ve made, you’ve hoped that your master is fine.

you’ve arrived just in time to see anakin burned to the ground. your legs shook to the ground.

“no! anakin! master!” you ran towards him. crumbled to the ground next to him, you tried to pull him up.

“y- y/n,” he tried to call out your name, but words barely left his mouth. “look at me please.” he wanted to look at your eyes for the last time, to observe them as long as he can. he knew death was near, and the last thing he wants to know was that he had failed you.

“anakin!” you cried looking into his burnt face, blood seeped through his cheeks. obiwan pulled you off the ground. you tried to grab anakin’s hand but obiwan was too strong. “let me go, please!”

“y/n, we have to leave, padme-”

“let me talk to him one last time,” you begged and squirmed out of his grip. you knelt down beside him and tried to steady him up. you held his hand that is his flesh and tried to feel him as much as you could. his skin was burning and bleeding, turning red and purple every where. “anakin, you were my guardian, my master, and most importantly my brother, i loved you anakin. and i’ll not leave you.”

“y/n, please leave, i’ve failed you,” he spoke softly.

“what? no- no-” obiwan got you again, and this time he won’t let go. “anakin!” and that was the last time you saw him, burning and weakening on the ground.

“i’m so sorry.” that night you left a piece of your heart on mufustar to your beloved brother, anakin skywalker.

If you liked it, any interactions are appreciated! if not, critics are open.

today’s a great day to take care of yourself!

#anakin fanfiction #anakin imagine #anakin skywalker #star wars #anakin headcannon #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x sister #anakin skywalker x sister #anakin skywalker x padawan #anakin skywalker fluff #anakin skywalker angst #fanfiction #imagines #headcannons #platonic reader #x sister!reader #sister!reader #padawan #hayden christensen

696 notes · View notes

rexmeshlasblog · 1 year

Text

Don’t get me wrong

Captain Rex x Jedi Reader

Summary: Rex gets jealous because his General is, in his opinion, a bit too much hanging out with his brother Fives.

Word count: 1500

Warnings: feelings, fluff, mentions of war, use of Y/N, fmc, mentions of loss, intimate moment, jealousy, cheeky Rex, anger, a bit angsty maybe??

A/N: Second one shot and I’m really excited what y’all think. Enjoy!

—————————

“Stop it, Fives”, I laughed while we were walking through the barracks of the cruiser.

“Maybe you should stop telling these stupid stories”, he answered while he nudged his elbow in my ribs.

I told Fives about how I first met Obi-Wan and Anakin the other day and that I almost punched Anakin in the face. Anakin was just so kricking rude and something inside of me liked the idea of punching him right into his face. To wash away that stupid grin of his.

“I can’t believe you almost punched him.”

“So do I. In that moment I also weren’t able to think that he would become one of my best friends”, I smirked back at him.

Fives put his arm around my shoulder, lowered his head to mine as if he wanted to tell me a secret, but before he could say a word we walked around a corner and standing right there was Captain Rex. Arms crossed and with a stoic face. A deep furrow was in between his eyebrows as he glared at us.

“Hey Rex”, I greeted him. Trying to get him into a better mood, but it quiet didn’t work. It didn’t work even a tiny bit. It just seemed like his mood was getting badder.

“You alright?” Rex didn’t look at me he was just glaring daggers into Fives who gulped and nervously put his weight from one foot to the other. What got into him?

“The General wants to talk with you”, was all he said more towards Fives, than me, but I knew I was meant.

“I’ll go to him in a few minutes.”

“He wants to speak with you now.”

“But I speak with Fives now.”

Now, finally, Rex was looking at me. His amber eyes bored into mine while his gaze was as cold as ice. His jaw tightened, “I don’t think General Skywalker cares much about that.”

I sighed while rolling my eyes at him. “Then we don’t let him wait.”

The Captain nodded tense while Fives took his arm from my shoulders so I was able to walk away.

“We’re hanging out later again?” I smiled apologetically towards Fives who answered with a simple nod. Sending me a little smile lastly.

While I walked away from the two of them I heard Rex starting to talk. I didn’t understand what they said but also didn’t lend this a second thought. This simply wasn’t my business.

“So what did you wanted to talk to me about?” When I arrived at the control centre I saw Anakin standing with his back towards me, looking out of the large windows which just showed that we were currently in hyperspace. Stars passed us by and were only a glimpse of light.

He turned around eyebrows raised, “I didn’t want to talk with you. Who said that?”

Rex, for kriffings sake.

I clenched one of my hands into a fist while murmuring swears.

“I guess I just misunderstood them.”

Anakin nodded. His forehead was still furrowed and confusion looked right from his eyes into mine. He felt through the force that I was lying, but that didn’t matter to me right now. First I had to kill my Captain for that stupid move of his.

“I’ll have to go.”

“I’m not going stop you”, Anakin agreed with arms held upwards. “Do what you can’t help doing.”

I rushed out of the control centre. Feeling the confused looks right in my back. Rex wherever you were, you weren’t safe. And I was pretty sure he knew that and just waited for me to find him.

Seconds later, I was still running through the cruiser, I reached out to him through my com and the force. But I couldn’t find him. My emotions were too strong and I wasn’t able to control myself.

“Rex here.”

“Where the kriff are you?”, bursted it out of me. So much for a Jedi having his emotions under control.

“In my room. Where else should I be?”

“Wait there. I’m coming.”

I ended the call, before he was able to reply, just to speed up even more.

Within seconds I was at the barracks of the clones and in front of Rex’s door. I didn’t wasted anymore time and bumped right into it. Once I’ve got some breath.

“How may I help you, General?” Rex asked politely. The Captain sat on his desk. Calm and without any kind of rush. He knew exactly why I was here. In this condition. The sparkle in his eyes told me. Betrayed him.

“You’re in a bad state, trooper.” I called out. The little smirk on his lips growing. Rex loved every second of it. Of my undivided attention.

“Would you mind explaining, General?” He stood up from his chair to walk right in front of me. Chest almost touching mine. If one of us would take a deep breath in, we would feel each other. I would touch him. Not just through the force and his breath on my forehead, also him in his physical form. I wanted to take this step forward. Hold his hand and let go, feel his body, but so easily I wouldn’t let him win this little war. For that, I was way too proud.

The Captain looked down at me with widened pupils and a growing grin on his lips. He waited for me to say something again. And he knew exactly what he did to me. If he was a Jedi it was easy to explain why he knew what I was feeling, because he felt it through the force. But he wasn’t one of us he just knew me that well. Which should scare me, that I’d let him get this close to me, but I didn’t. And maybe that was exactly my fault.

“If I remember right, you told a bit ago that Skywalker wanted to talk to me, but he did in fact, didn’t say that.”

Rex acted shocked, “That’s my mistake, General. May I misunderstood him.”

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms while I was turning around to end this conversation. I was done with it.

“What is that with Fives and you?” The mood in his room changed drastically from one moment to another. The air felt different than before. Was he-.

“Wait, are you jealous?” I turned around to look back at him, hiding a smirk.

Rex’s jaw tightened and so did his fists on either side of his body. He clenched and unclenched them, but didn’t answer me. Although his body language was answer enough. For that I didn’t need the force.

Slowly I putted my hand on his cheek and he leaned into my touch. I caressed his cheek as Rex liked it. I couldn’t believe that he thought I was able to have something with Fives, one of his brothers, when he stood right here in front of me. Perfectly and absolutely breath taking. Rex and I matched and I was 100 percent sure that I would never feel around anybody else the way I did with him. Rex was mine and I was his.

“How would I be able to have a relationship, like ours, with Fives when you’re right here? In all your glory and shiny armour”, I chuckled. His breath hitched while he putted his arm around me. To finally slim the gap between us. I couldn’t quite feel his body through the plastid armour, but being so close to him and feeling his chest rising and falling was enough for me. I was used to his armour and it also made him even hotter.

“I don’t know”, he muttered not able to lock his eyes with mine. “It’s just the way you act around each other. He makes you laugh and I think that you��re not enjoying my company as much as his.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. Had I really made him feel that way? Obviously it wasn’t on purpose, but we could figure it out if we talked about it. And luckily we did.

“I’m sorry that I made you feel this way. Rex, I’m enjoying you around me as much as Fives. I like it even more when I’m with you. Fives is just a good friend of mine, but you mean more to me. You’re my best friend, but most importantly you’re my boyfriend, secretly, but still my boyfriend.”

Rex relaxed visibly. “So I’m your boyfriend?”, he grinned from one ear to another. Oh kriff what had I put myself into? It was the first time I’ve ever said it out loud. Admitted it.

“Yes, unless you don’t want to be it.”

Quickly he shook his head. Grin still on his lips, before he moistened them with his tongue. “I’m a lucky trooper am I?”

“The luckiest of all”, I blushed.

Then he leaned down to me to close the gap fully and kiss me. Kissed me so I’d never wanted to kiss somebody else.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #captain rex x reader #captain rex #oneshot #clone wars #fanfiction #writing #captain rex x Jedi reader #jedi reader #romance #i love him

113 notes · View notes

bunnylovesani · 3 months

Note

I know you said that you want to move on from this, but I have to tell you my thoughts because I can’t stop thinking about all of this.

I am a content creator as well, and I write for Anakin. I have been writing for various characters from various shows for years on here, and nothing - nothing - is more toxic than this fandom right now.

From everything I’ve witnessed, I can only attribute it to one person. Indy.

Unfortunately he cannot be helped because of how vain he is, which aren’t even my words. They are his. And it would be fine, if he just left other people alone.

But indy is a bully. A big bully. He polices this whole fandom like he’s got nothing better to do at all. And I’m so sick of it. It makes me and other creators feel like we have to walk on eggshells when we post on here (thus why I am anon. Because god forbid indy sees this, and his little squad of bitter rejects try to ‘cancel’ me too - which, don’t even get me started on cancel culture).

Indy has been called out for creating things before that other people don’t like. His advice? “Just block, don’t read, keep scrolling.” How fucking hard is it to practice what you preach, rather than dragging a new person through the mud each week?

Not to mention, that shit indy was spewing a few weeks back about “not liking how other creators are writing about Anakin because it’s not correct” ? “Be careful with my toy?” “I’m taking him back until you can learn how to handle him correctly?” What kind of entitlement let’s him believe Anakin is HIS to write for only. Anakin is not his idea. He is not his toy. He is George Lucas’s idea that EVERYONE can enjoy, and play with.

And his opinion is not the only correct one out there. I don’t care how much “character studying” he’s done, he can be wrong. Other people can “character study” and come up with completely different conclusions about Anakin. And he can also just let people write what they want to write. Don’t like it? Block, don’t read, keep scrolling. Stop fucking posting about it and laying claim to something that was never his to begin with.

I tried to support indy, because again, he is a phenomenal writer. but he’s way too problematic. It makes me sick seeing his name pop up on my feed, cause that blog literally emits toxic energy.

I am sorry he sunk his claws into you.

Anyways, this isn’t about indy. He was told it was a private matter so he had no reason to butt his big head in anyway. This is about you and Ava.

While Ava may have written an Anakin stalker au, she DOES NOT own it. Nobody own that. Cause nobody owns the ideas of stalkers, and nobody owns the idea of Anakin except GL and Disney. Your work does not resemble hers even slightly. And whose to say someone else hasn’t already written that au in the past? Maybe it’s buried somewhere in tumblr’s vaults. Do they own that idea? Should you dig through years of posts and credit them somehow?

The whole idea is ridiculous. You credit people for their original ideas if you are inspired by them and have permission to use it. You do not need to ask permission or credit something that belongs to everyone.

I could start writing about, I don’t know, firefighter!anakin right now - do I then OWN that au?

Fuck no!

We are all here for the same reason. To write fake scenarios about fake people. Of course, don’t blatantly steal peoples words and ORIGINAL ideas, but the fact that people are spouting all this bullshit about OWNING these common au-ideas now is crazy. Unless you’ve done some kind of world-building or OC-creating, that shit is not original. It’s been done before and it will be done again. Cry about it.

Now let’s bring the linecook Anakin au into consideration. How is it fair that Tilly can write about it, not credit anyone, and get away scotch free? Why didn’t she get called out like you did?

Granted she took it down, but I still think it’s horseshit. Nobody owns that idea. I’ve seen it used for so many different characters on various platforms. She did not have to take it down for some bullshit law indy place on this fandom.

I really am saddened that so many people got dragged into this. Ava left; an amazing content creator. Tilly deleted her work; also an amazing creator. And indy continues to show his true colors; an entitled asshole who can’t let anyone breathe on here.

I want to go back to when this shit was enjoyable. Now all I see on my feed is people throwing each other around because no one can play nice anymore.

Don’t steal peoples ideas. But don’t claim ideas as your own if they are NOT original.

I am on your side bunny. I think you’ve made some very good points, and I commend you for keeping your work up and for standing up for yourself.

At the end of the day, you are a victim of circumstance. I truly just think people need to stop dick riding indy. And I know if he ever sees this, he’ll try to make some witty comeback that only halfway makes sense. he always sounds so defensive when he tries too hard to make it seem like he doesn’t care. He probably cries himself to sleep over these things. I think he needs that.

DAMN ANON. Wish I knew who you were so I could kiss you.

I second everything you’ve said. Blocking me without giving me the chance to respond or explain to a public post made about me was very high and mighty as well as cowardly of him.

I don’t have much more to add since I said I was done talking but I’m gonna post this masterpiece so others can read it.

Seriously thank you for taking the time to write this out and share your valuable thoughts, much love ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

#anakin Skywalker #stalker Anakin

30 notes · View notes

maysileeewrites · 2 years

Text

it’s where my demons hide || Anakin Skywalker Imagine Part I

Summary: The reader comforts Anakin after he has a nightmare.

AN: This is my first time writing for Anakin, so I hope that I did him justice! Also, this turned out way more angsty than I’d originally intended, but I quite like it. Feel free to tell me what you think :)

I have a masterlist :)

Gif not mine.

You knew that something was wrong when you woke up.

You didn’t need to stretch out your arm to know that the other side of the bed was empty.

Another nightmare, you were sure of it.

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the knot of anxiety forming in your stomach. Something was wrong with Anakin, no matter how hard he tried to convince you that he was fine, just a bit stressed from all of his war missions.

At first, you’d let it slide, thinking that maybe he really was just stressed out from all of his missions and just needed a bit of rest. But this was the third night in a row that you’d woken up with the other side of the bed cold and empty.

You couldn’t deny it any longer: Anakin was pulling away from you emotionally, shutting you out - ‚dealing‘ with his problems by swallowing them up inside. You couldn’t help your frustrated sigh as you got out of bed and put on a robe over your thin nightdress. Sometimes you really felt as if Anakin would never let his guard down around you completely, would never allow himself to be completely vulnerable around you.

The thought left you feeling helpless and frustrated. No matter how much you wanted to help Anakin, in the end all you could do was show him that you loved him and were there for him, you couldn’t force him to talk to you.

You already had an idea of where you might find him when you left Anakin’s bedroom - and sure enough, there he was standing on the balcony, looking out at Coruscant, seemingly not bothered by the cold night-air, even though he was wearing nothing more than his sleep pants.

Even though he could sense you with the force and must have heard you approach, he didn’t acknowledge your presence, keeping his gaze fixed on the buildings of Coruscant.

„Ani?“, you called out, but he didn’t answer.

You still weren’t entirely sure on how to best deal with his darker moods, but you knew that you couldn’t just leave him standing there, alone with his thoughts. So you took a tentative step forward, shivering.

„Anakin, I know that something’s bothering you, and I know that you probably don’t want to talk about it, but I’m worried - „

„Just go back to sleep, Y/N“, he said coldly, still not turning around.

„No“, you said stubbornly, „I’m worried about you and I won’t have you shutting me out again -

„Just go back inside, I’m not in the mood for one of your heart-to-hearts right now!“, Anakin snapped. You did your best to ignore the bite in his voice - which you’d seldom heard directed at you - and crossed the rest of the distance between you, until you were standing directly behind him.

„I’m not going back inside until you tell me what’s wrong!“, you insisted. „I know that you’ve been having nightmares again, and I - I just want to help - „

„I said that I don’t want to talk about it!“

You knew then that you wouldn’t get through to Anakin with words, so you did the only thing you could think of and wrapped your arms around him from behind. Anakin stiffened, and for a moment you worried that he was going to push you away, but then he relaxed into the embrace, and brought up his hands to interlace your fingers with his.

For a moment you just stood there, just holding each other.

„I’m sorry, I - I didn’t mean to snap at you like that“, Anakin said and suddenly, all of the anger and pain were gone from his voice and he just sounded exhausted.

„It’s okay - „

„No, it’s not“, he said and turned around. Your heart broke upon seeing the pained and exhausted expression on his face and you immediately wrapped your arms around him again. Anakin wrapped his arms around your waist, too, pulling you flush against his body. He was almost crushing you in his embrace, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was helping Anakin overcome whatever demons had had him in their grip these past few days.

„It’s just - I’ve been having all these nightmares lately and - „, he stopped, and with a new lurch of worry you noticed that he was actually shaking. You willed yourself to stay calm - well, as calm as you could when your heart was breaking for the man in your arms.

„And? Ani, you can talk to me, I’m here“, you prompted carefully, afraid of pushing him too far. Even though it sometimes infuriated you, in the time you’d been with him you’d learned that Anakin would only talk when he was ready to. You’d had to learn the hard way that pushing him too far only resulted in him shutting you out.

In a way, you understood where he was coming from. He was the Chosen One, known as the Hero With No Fear. As a Jedi, he was supposed to follow the code, and technically, he wasn’t allowed to form any kind of attachment.

„I didn’t want to tell you - I didn’t want to worry you, but I can’t lose you too, Y/N!“, Anakin said and now it wasn’t only the cold night air that was making you shiver.

I can’t lose you, too. Lose you, too.

Too.

So Anakin was having nightmares about you dying, just like he’d had nightmares of his mother - before she’d died. You pushed down the new fear these words had ignited in you and tried to concentrate on Anakin’s shaking hands on your back instead.

Carefully, you reached your hands up to his neck and stroked through his curls, trying to calm him down. You wanted to tell him that they were just dreams and that they didn’t have to mean anything, but you knew that this would be the wrong thing to say.

„Anakin, I love you“, you said, trying to keep your voice steady, „and I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, and nothing is going to change that.“

„But - „

„Ani, look at me.“ You waited until his blue eyes found yours until you told him: „I’m here - and I’m going to stay here. We’ve got a lifetime of me annoying you every single day ahead of us.“ Your attempt at humor had the desired effect - he smiled, albeit weakly.

„You don’t annoy me, Y/N“, he said, reaching up one hand to tuck a stray strand of hair back behind your ear.

„Oh really?“, you asked, cocking an eyebrow. „We’ll talk about that again tomorrow, after you’ve complained that I take too long in the shower or that I’m not arranging your bedsheets in the right way or that I don’t make pancakes the way they’re supposed to be.“

At this, Anakin actually laughed and the sound was like music to your ears.

„You don’t annoy me, Y/N“, Anakin repeated, looking at you intently. „I love you - even though you really do take way too long in the shower.“

„Hey!“, you shoved him playfully.

Anakin laughed lightly, but you could still see the dark shadows in his eyes. You untangled one hand from his hair and lightly trailed over the scar on the left side of his face with your fingertips, before cupping his cheek in your hand.

„I’m not going anywhere, okay?“, you said.

„I won’t let anything happen to you“, Anakin promised with a grim smile and his grip on your waist tightened.

„Nothing’s going to happen“, you said. „Besides, I may not be a Jedi, but I’m more than capable of holding my ground.“

Anakin furrowed his eyebrows at your words. „I’d say that you’re still far too much of a magnet for trouble, but - „

„Oh, shut up“, you said, silencing him by leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. You could feel Anakin smiling into the kiss and gripped his shoulders to steady you against the onslaught of emotions that rolled over you. You loved Anakin Skywalker so much, it sometimes scared you just how much you cared for him.

And having to see him so stressed and exhausted these last few days had worried you to the point of having physical effects on you, like the ball of anxious nerves in your stomach that was slowly unraveling.

All of these thoughts were forgotten though, when you felt Anakin tangle a hand in your hair, drawing you closer to him. Your lips moved against each other and soon you could feel his tongue probing at your entrance. You opened your mouth, granting him access. Anakin sighed into the kiss, moving his flesh hand from your waist upwards.

Soon, you were shivering from more things than just the cold, and you tightened your grip on Anakin’s hair even more. He didn’t seem to mind, continuing to draw his hand upward, lightly cupping your breast through your nightgown, until his fingertips grazed the spot on your collarbone that he loved to press kisses upon.

Suddenly, he broke away from you, looking at you with a concerned expression in his sky-blue eyes.

„Ani, what - „

„You’re shivering“, he said, sounding almost accusatory. „You’ve got goosebumps all over“, he added, shifting his attention to your arms. The sleeves of your robe had ridden up, exposing your skin that was indeed covered in goosebumps. Before you could say anything, Anakin gently untangled your hands from his hair, taking them in his metal hand. Still looking at you with that worried expression on his face, he started rubbing circles into your skin with his flesh hand.

You didn’t have to be able to read people’s emotions like he could to know that he was blaming himself for your shivering.

„Well, not everyone of us can be Anakin Skywalker, superhuman who’s able to face the freezing night-air with nothing more than his sleep pants“, you tried to joke.

Anakin rolled his eyes at your words. „You’re so funny“, he deadpanned, before scooping you up in his arms. „Let’s get you back inside.“

You wound your arms around his neck, burying your face against his muscled chest and listening to his steady heartbeat against your ears as he carried you back inside. He gently laid you down on the bed and you quickly discarded your robe, before scooping into his already opened arms.

He drew you closer to him, until you we pressed up against each other and you could feel the strong muscles and hard planes of his chest against your back. His metal hand came to rest upon your stomach, whereas his flesh hand began to play with your hair.

You carefully shifted around in his embrace, until you were able to face him. You reached out one of your hands, smoothing over his brows that were still furrowed in concern and ran your fingers through his curls again. His eyelids fluttered closed, long lashes resting upon his cheeks, and you pressed a chaste kiss against his lips.

He looked so peaceful, almost as if nothing had ever worried him at all. You didn’t want to disturb him, but there were still some words that you needed to get off your chest.

„Ani?“, you said tentatively.

„Mhm?“, he murmured, eyes still closed, his metal hand drawing lazy circles across your hips.

„I just want to you know that I’m here - and that you can talk to me. I know - I know that it’s hard for you to open up and to allow yourself to be vulnerable, but you’re not going to solve anything by shutting me out“, you said.

„I know“, he said quietly, opening his eyes. „It’s just - I don’t want you to worry about me. Or about the nightmares - „

„Anakin“, you interrupted him gently, „I love you. And I want to worry about you. But not because you’re shutting me out again, trying to deal with your problems by swallowing them up inside. You know that you can tell me anything.“

„But - the nightmares - „

„I can handle it“, you said. „I can handle it“, you repeated, but the worry still wouldn’t leave his eyes. „We can handle them together. I promise. Just please don’t go shutting me out again.“

„You’re right. I’m sorry“, he said, sighing. „It’s just - the thought of losing you worries me so much, I can’t stand it. I’ve hardly been able to think about anything else these last few days.“

„I know“, you said, leaning forward to kiss him again. „I know. But, Anakin - nothing’s going to happen.“

„I went let anything happen to you“, he reiterated his earlier promise.

You nodded. „ I know.“

„And - I won’t shut you out again. I promise“, he added, and you could hear that he was still struggling with these words.

„Well, I sure hope so“, you replied, smiling.

„And - I’m sorry for being so difficult sometimes“, Anakin said, eyes downcast.

„Yeah, well, we all have our flaws“, you couldn’t help but grin. Anakin’s eyes shot up to your face again and he rolled his eyes, though you could see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

„Oh, shut up“, he threw your earlier words back at you, before capturing your lips in another kiss.

#Anakin Skywalker #anakin needs a hug #anakin x y/n #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x re #anakin skywalker has issues #angst and fluff #angst and fluff and smut #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker fluff #writing #my writing #may the force be with you #maythefloorbewithyouanakin

233 notes · View notes

skyfucker · 1 year

Text

Obi-Wan going down on Anakin for the first time. Scenario two.

For @ragnarlothcat who asked for this ^^

What the fuck the Force was thinking when she made Anakin this beautiful, Obi-Wan would never know. He’s eternally grateful though. Anakin was supposedly the Chosen One, destined to save the galaxy and bring balance to the Force. But how was he going to get anything done, let alone save countless lives, if everyone around him wanted to kriff him silly? His own Master included.

Obi-Wan was content with watching Anakin from the side, admiring his beauty and cherishing his smiles. Proud beyond words at how much Anakin had grown, kind and good. Reverent over the raw power he possessed, humble before the amount of time his once Padawan poured into his training. Yes, he was content. Content with quick smiles thrown his way, jabs and sarcastic comments, late night invitations for sparring, teary eyes that seemed to beg for something. Even though he longed for those beautiful, bright eyes to stay on him for longer, for those strong, capable hands pull him in for a hug, for sweeter words that he knew Anakin associated with him, for their sparring to get out of control, just a little bit, for Anakin’s grip to get tighter, for him to get closer, for him to, perhaps, notice how his Master’s signature in the Force stutters and fumbles whenever Anakin grunts right into his ear.

If he noticed, maybe, just maybe, Anakin would think it over and deem to give him a chance. A chance for Obi-Wan to show that he can be good for Anakin, not just as his Master, as his friend, or as his brother in arms.

Then the chance came, in the form of a horny Anakin jerking himself off in their little shared room.

Anakin had shielded his arousal well without closing off their bond and making Obi-Wan worry, and that was why Obi-Wan had no idea that he would get to see Anakin’s hard cock, that he would get to hear Anakin’s moans, when he opened the door fully intending to catch up on some sleep.

He had turned away instantly, his cheeks heating up and his heart doing silly things in his chest, but a second later something hot and crazy had taken hold of his will, perhaps the incredibly tight bond he shared with Anakin had finally rubbed off on him too much. With boldness that he didn’t know he possessed, Obi-Wan turned back to his flustered Padawan — Anakin would always be his Padawan — and said. “Apologies, my dear, I shall leave you to it. But… if you would like, I could help you?”

Anakin stared at him for a few seconds, a few seconds that felt like an eternity to Obi-Wan, before licking his lips and nodding. Obi-Wan had closed the door behind him and locked it. Anakin had swallowed.

Now?

Now Obi-wan can’t believe Anakin’s letting him do this. His gorgeous, young Padawan is letting him touch him, kiss him, take him in his mouth. And the way he looks, his feelings in the Force — oh, fuck, the way Anakin feels in the force — is all telling him something impossible.

That Anakin loves him, wants him, even worships him.

Obi-Wan gently let Anakin’s pretty cock slide out of his mouth and was rewarded with a tiny whine. He gave small kisses as an apology. “Shhh, dearest, I’m here, I got you. I simply wished to —” The sound Anakin made when Obi-Wan took one of his balls in his mouth was rewarding all of his pleas to have Anakin feel good, like a gentle caress spoiling a loth-cat. He took his sweet time rolling his tongue around Anakin’s balls before going back to sucking him off. He used his hand to cover most of it, while working his mouth round the tip part.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin was watching him with his mouth wide open, eyes almost teary. “You’re so good, Master. That-that feels really fucking good,”

He knew that Anakin was jealous. He felt it in their bond, which should have been severed three years ago. Along with his delight to have his Master on his knees before him, and the intense pleasure he felt from having his pretty cock sucked for the first time, Anakin was also slightly displeased that Obi-Wan had done this to others before, even though he was begrudgingly thankful that Obi-Wan got to become this good at it.

Impossible boy. What would Obi-Wan do with him? Except of course give him everything he would ever want.

As Anakin’s orgasm approached, Obi-Wan felt his own get pulled closer because Anakin wanted it so.

Come together. Want you to come with me. Please, Obi-Wan. Come with me.

Demanding and powerful as ever in the Force, his once Padawan was basically using the damned thing to fuck Obi-Wan’s arousal. He had never felt anything like it before.

“Master, I’m gonna… Obi-Wan… please… let go, or I’ll… in your mouth, ugh, Master!”

Sweet, sweet Anakin. How could he still not know how hungry his old Master was for his cum? Obi-Wan surged forward to swallow all of Anakin’s cock, at the same time grabbing his ass and squeezed, delighted to feel the soft flesh beneath his hands, slightly cool from the long exposure to air.

With greed that he felt only when it came to Anakin, Obi-Wan swallowed every drop of cum that his once Padawan generously provided. Some trickled down to his chin but he quickly wiped them with his fingers then licked off everything. Delicious. Perfect. Anakin.

Anakin was still watching him, breathing heavily, his curly hair plastered to his forehead.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Obi-Wan, you can't do that."

Pleased with himself, Obi-Wan planted one last (for now) kiss on Anakin’s sensitive cock before getting up to pull Anakin into a kiss, pushing back his sweaty hair and grabbing his ass again. He would fuck that ass later on, just as soon as he and Anakin got to have a small talk.

Scenario one here

#ragnarlothcat #my writing #obikin #was gonna turn in for the night but then I was writing this ^^#I promise scenario three will be out before the New Year #love love love New Year and love love love giving out presents #so it will be like a tiny present from me to you hehe #they did have their talk by the way #and then Obi-Wan did fuck that ass of Anakin's #marveled at how responsive and agreeable and fun and needy Anakin was in bed #of course he'd be perfect #and insatiable #Obi-Wan will of course be delighted to know that Anakin never sucked a cock before in his life

72 notes · View notes

moonlight-sonata99 · 1 year

Text

Angel Baby

Echo x Jedi!Reader

Songfic

Go listen to the song....RIGHT NOW

Warnings: episode 8 spoilers! Mutual pining, angst?? read at your own risk luvs :-; O66 mentions,weapons.

A/n: we crying in the club- anyways couldn't get this song out of my head while thinking about this so..why not. there will be part 2. bt i want to see how he will come back so its gonna be a while TT

“ I need a lover to keep me sane”

“Echo?” a voice calls out to the man as he had his back turned in thought, [Name] walked closer to him clearing their throat and fidgeting with their fingers,

“Echo..?” they whisper again,Echo who now heard the person behind him looked back.

“[Name]?what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with omega?” frantically he looked around as you slowly nodded.

“Omegas with hunter so its fine” [Name] nodded slowly and sitting down in the pilot seat next to him,

“Is it the dreams again..?” echo asked glancing at [Name] who lifted their knees up to their chest and kept their gaze to the floor.

“Yea..i had them last night id-”

“There's no need to explain yourself, i-” He stopped himself “I know how it feels like, having those type of dreams, “ Echo explained, [name] softly smiling,shifting their gaze to echo.

“Thanks…”

“Pull me from hell, bring me back again

Play me the classics

Something romantic

Give him my all when I don't even have it”

I always dreamed of a solemn face

Someone who feels like a holiday

“You must be ridiculous, obi-wan?with Duchess Satine? Anakin, you truly always surprise me.” {Name} scoffed as they walked amongst the velvet hallway as the jedi in back of them pursued.

“[Name] I know you out of all people would love to tease obi-wan about this.” Anakin admitted behind them as he grinned.

they] stopped and slowly turned their head to the man.

“Perhaps…” they said turning their back to Anakin and slowly began to walk.

Anakin kept his gaze on the person in front of him, as he made his way to them again.

“Your usually quiet today…” he trailed off as you let out a sigh.

“I just-”

“Do you like obi-wan??” anakin blurted out, wide eyed [Name] turned quickly

“NO!” {Name] covered their mouth and coughed. “No, it's not like that!” they hissed at him.

“Then..?” anakin asked, looking at you, [name] sighed and looked around. And lifted their hand to their mouth and whispered.

“Do you remember Master Orion? I heard she got stripped of her rank because she loved another” [Name] whispered looking around as anakin looked at them.

“So?” anakin asked, shaking his head.

“If obi wan wi-”

“Is it really so bad? To love another person??” anakin asked again with frustration in his voice. he huffed turned and walked away, as [Name] stood there wide eyed

‘Was it…so bad..?’

‘Falling in love..?’

“But now I'm in pieces

Barely believing

Starting to think that I've lost all feeling

You came out the blue on a rainy night

No lie”

“DONT COME NEAR ME!” The hooded figure screamed flailing the weapon around as the group dropped there blasters,

“We're not gonna hurt you!” Omega reassured, clearly worried for the individual in front of her.

“Omega!be careful!” Hunter warned with his hands in the air to show that he had no weapon.

“Y-your clones…” the figure mumbled the weapon still in their hands, “Why aren't you shooting at me..?”

“We have no reason to shoot you,we're not like the other clones.” Echo stated, inching closer to the figure.

“T..they killed all of my friends…my family…” they mumbled shaking their head tears following down their cheeks

Omegas eyes softened

“We have to help her…” she whispered as hunter looked back at the small girl.

“I-im so…” the figure trailed off softly before collapsing to the ground and dropping their weapon.

“Are they okay?!” omega exclaimed running towards the figure.

“They are alright, They seem to be fatigued.” tech states adjusting his goggles looking at the figure.

“They also appear to be carrying a lightsaber.” he adds looking at the lightsaber that now rolled on the ground.

“A jedi…?” wrecker asked picking up the lightsaber.

I'll tell you how I almost died

While you're bringing me back to life

Echo sat across from [name] as he listened intently to their story,

“Then..when I returned it felt odd, there was something…so wrong in the force..” [Name] explained holding their palm to their temple as they looked to the floor. Echo nodded softly, his gaze still on [name].

“Then my team started shooting at me” they croaked out. “I was so scared..”

Echo looked down, laying his elbows on his knees. Deciphering what to say.

Sniffling you look up,

“You dont need to say anything..it just..”

“Feels good to finally let it out?” echo added as [Name] smiled

“Yea..”

“I just wanna live in this moment forever

'Cause I'm afraid that living couldn't get any better

Started giving up on the word "forever"

Until you gave up heaven, so we could be together”

“You're not going with them?” echo asked [Name] made their way back into the marauder and turned their gaze to him.

“No, i..” name trailed off avoiding echo as their heart began to race.and they rubbed their arms

“I guess i- grew attached” they chuckled, smiling sheepishly.

“I'm going to stay, if you guys would let me!”

“Of c-”

“Of course!!!” omega chimes in the front of the ship,

“Omega...” echo scolds

“Sorry,sorry...”

.” You're my angel

Angel baby, angel

You're my angel, baby

Baby, you're my angel

Angel baby

All the sick and twisted nights that I've been waiting for ya

They were worth it all along, yeah”

“So…your telling me…that you face planted into the water?” {Name] repeated as echo looked away taking a sip from his drink as [name] held in their breath.

“Dont.laugh.” he warned as name shook their head.

“Im not-!” they coughed and placed a hand in front of their mouth. “I'm not, I promise!” they blurted out as echo turned his gaze to them with a “don't do this’ expression.

“Echo- PFFT” name bursts out laughing as echo sighs with a smile and looks away.

“Omm sorry-” [name] mumbles covering their mouth coughing, they settle down and place their palm against the countertop.

“Okay okay..so- im sorry i can't!!” they laugh as echo lets out a small chuckle.

Just a little one.

“You're my angel

Angel baby, angel

You're my angel, baby

Baby, you're my angel

Angel baby”

{Name] watches as omega whose teary eyed make her way onto the ship, they sigh and turn to echo.

“So..this is it?” they mumble out as echo looks at them.

“For now.” echo replies as {Name} looks away a warm sensation starting to pool in their chest.

“Any idea of when you’ll come back at least…?” [name] ask and echo shakes his head.

‘Hm…” they hum as they stand crossing their arms and looking down at the floor. Their chest is heavy, and their vision becomes blurry.

“Hey,we went over this…I'-.” echo states placing a hand on [names] shoulder as name nods.

“I know,i know... i just…” [name] sighs shaking their head. “This is where you're needed, I understand…” they whisper. Echo gives them a small smile,

[Name] hand reaches for echos and holds it,

“Until then, dont die!” {Name} warns letting go his hand and turning to rex

“Take him care of him for us” they say as Rex nods.

“You have my word General” he states, Nodding you turn back to echo.

“Well i..can't keep the squad waiting..i’ll take care of them. So don't worry your head off” they tease as echo chuckles.

“We’ll see eachother again.” echo states, {Name] smiles tears threatening to fall. They turn around and begin to walk back to the ship, as they climb back on the marauder, glance behind them to meet echos gaze again and give a small nod. Before making their way in as the door closes behind them.

Angel

Angel baby,

angel (you're my angel, baby)

You're my angel,

baby (you're my angel, baby)

Baby, you're my angel

Angel baby

#the bad batch x reader #Thebadbatchechoxreader #tbb echo x reader #tbb echo x you #tbb fanfiction #echo fanfiction

45 notes · View notes

gospelofme · 1 year

Text

Seeing a Ghost

Part 1

It had started out as just a quick flash, Echo thinking he was imagining it. Perhaps it’s just a random vision from a memory. The torture the Techno Union had inflicted had caused such things in the past. During many of those sessions, he had seen visions of his brothers, both living and dead. It had started with Hevy and Cutup, then progressed to Rex and Kix. Sometimes it was Tup or Hardcase that visited him. Jesse showed up too, sometimes alone and sometimes with another. At first, it had been really traumatizing. Especially when he saw those he knew were dead. He had called out to all of them, thinking perhaps they were real. Maybe they could help him. Of course, none of them did. How could they? They weren’t really there.

He never saw any of the Jedi, not Anakin or Ahsoka. And he had never seen Fives…at least not until now. Echo had been certain the visions he saw were just that, not real. An echo of the past if he felt so inclined to call it that. He had started seeing Fives not long after he had joined Clone Force 99. He had been informed by both Rex and Kix of his brother’s death. Perhaps him seeing Fives was just a manifestation of his anxiety. He had a lot of self-doubt. Was he doing the right thing by leaving the 501st? Did he even belong with the Bad Batch? Was Rex upset with him for leaving? Was he even ready to be back in the field? Of course his new team had never made him feel incapable or not ready. They had trusted him after that first mission together on Admiral Trench’s dreadnaught. They wouldn’t have extended the invitation otherwise.

For a while Ghost Fives didn’t say anything. He just watched Echo. At first it was unnerving, but eventually Echo found it comforting. He wouldn’t speak to Ghost Fives if his other teammates were around. No need to make them concerned about his mental state. But when he was alone and needed some advice, he would ask his dead brother quietly. Again, Fives would never reply.

Until he did.

“Ugh, why won’t you cooperate?”

“Did that thing come with a manual?”

“Shut up.” Echo said reflexively. He was used to the jokes and brotherly digs. But as soon as his words left his mouth, it clicked. That voice. It didn’t belong to any of this new brothers. He had been tinkering with his scomplink attachment, he was alone on the Marauder. He quickly stood up and turned, expecting an intruder. But instead he saw Fives leaning against the bulkhead by the cockpit.

“So can you really link up to the computer with that thing?” Fives spoke again. Echo’s lips thinned as he pressed them together tightly. It’s finally happened. He’s snapped. The visions are talking now.

“Echo! You ready? Hunter said you’d take me to get Mantell Mix!” Omega’s voice came from outside the ship, Echo could see her standing at the end of the landing ramp.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” Echo called back to her, not taking his eyes off Five’s smirking vision. He turned and left the ship, shoving his helmet on to keep his startled expression away from Omega.

Echo continued to see Fives as he took Omega to the street vendor she liked. She held onto his hand, swinging their joined hands as she skipped along next to him. She was completely oblivious. Echo tried to entertain her by lifting her up one-handed over street curbs and puddles. He kept Fives in his peripheral vision at all times, cautious. He wasn't sure what this was. They never talked to him.

“What are you looking at?” Omega asked at one point, catching Echo staring to his left.

“Nothing, sorry.” Echo replied.

He got Omega her treat and sat with her while she ate it. Echo watched as she tossed pieces up and tried to catch them in her mouth. She was getting good at it, she was tossing them quite high now.

“I had a brother who was good at that.” Echo said. Omega was suddenly interested.

“Really? How high could he toss it?” She asked.

“Oh pretty high, but you’re getting close to his record.” Echo replied.

“Is he with Rex? Perhaps I can have a contest with him when we see Rex next.” Omega said innocently. She had noticed the use of past-tense but had assumed the best.

“No, he’s….he’s been gone for a while.” Echo replied quietly.

“Oh…I’m sorry. Do you miss him?” Omega asked softly.

“Every day. But you all remind me of him in different ways. So that makes it easier.” Echo answered, his throat tightening with emotion. Even though she couldn't see his face, Omega knew he was upset. Echo ruffled Omega’s hair with his hand, trying to lighten the mood. She smiled and went back to tossing and catching her snack.

Echo glanced at the vision of Fives sitting across from them at the table. Unseen to all but him.

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper fives #clone trooper echo #the bad batch #the bad batch echo #tbb echo #the bad batch omega #tbb omega

23 notes · View notes