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anakin-dovahkiin · 1 year

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You're Not Weak

Summary: Dealing with slimy and stupid men can really put a hole through your self confidence and faith in yourself. Anakin is there for the aftermath. Snuggles ensue.

Notes: Anakin x fem! reader, soft Anakin, clonebois are the best, and f the patriarchy my dudes. Wrote this literally at 3am contemplating life... so if you're in the same spot, you're not alone. ANDDD there's Anakin hugs for you!

You are a Jedi. You are qualified to do what you do. And yet, simply because you’re a woman, you are cast aside and degraded and made fun of for trying to be a leader. It is exhausting that almost every world you travel to has a fricking patriarchal society that makes you want to tear your hair out.

This time, you were explaining your part in the war effort to some leaders of this particular planet. The goal was to convince them to allow the Republic to use some of their abandoned land as an outpost against a possible Separatist threat.

But of course you are not taken seriously.

“And what is your battle experience? Making some rocks float? I doubt with how little you are you could lift much anyway,” one mutters loud enough for everyone present to hear. The other men around him snicker, and you have to resist the urge to Force-choke these assholes because this happens so damn often you’re afraid you’re going to lose it.

Your clone Commander, Emjee, takes a furious step forward but you stop him with a hand to his chest plate.

“I know how to engage in combat, I would not be here if I didn’t,” you try to say as calmly as possible.

“Guess Jedi take anyone these days, even the weak ones,” another one says and the cackling continues.

Emjee tries to step forward again but you continue to hold him back. He instead cracked his knuckles, trying to look as menacing as he could with his helmet still on—you know if he was to take it off, these men would be scared shitless by the clone Commander’s intense glare. He was particularly good at those.

Not as good as Anakin, though.

But he wasn’t here, and you shouldn’t have to need his help to get through to these morons anyway.

Somehow the situation worked itself out—after hours of talking, to the point where Emjee stepped out for a bit—but you couldn’t get rid of that sinking feeling in your stomach as you board the transport back to your command ship.

“Those idiots don’t know what they’re talking about, General,” says Emjee, and he removes his helmet as he does so. “You are one of the strongest Jedi in the Order, and anyone who says otherwise is simply wrong.”

You chuckle. “I don’t know about that, Commander. But I do appreciate the sentiment.”

“General Skywalker says it all the time to me and the boys, he’s even got Kenobi singing your praises.”

Your smile fades at the thought. Anakin was so much stronger than you, so much better than you, and if it ever came to a fight you know you would lose. Not that you would ever fight the love of your life, but still. It almost felt… patronizing to think about him trying to boost your ego. You know that wasn’t what he was doing, but after today you can’t help but overanalyze everything any man has ever said to you, even him.

He doesn’t deserve to be placed in the same category as those… dumbasses, and you hate yourself even more for trying to relate him to them.

“Anakin is too nice to me,” you mumble, forgetting to call him ‘General Skywalker’. “And so are you, Emjee.”

The gunship jerks as you dock in the hangar inside your venator class cruiser. You start walking towards your quarters, but Emjee stops you when he taps your shoulder. The Commander still looks a bit peeved by everything, and though you don’t want him to be upset, it warms your heart a bit to see someone angry—besides Anakin—on your behalf, defending you.

(You haven’t seen Anakin in months. Your relationship was a sad little thing because you missed each other terribly every time you separated. You hoped this war would not last forever, that things could go back to the way they were when you could simply exist without something being expected of you. Then, you could be together in the Temple and bask in each other’s light.)

“I… hope I’m not overstepping, Sir, but I contacted General Skywalker while you were negotiating—”

You furrow your eyebrows. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Well—”

“I can do this on my own, trooper! I don’t need anyone’s help to do anything, I am perfectly capable—”

“Woah, hey, calm down,” a voice says behind you and warm hands grab your shoulders and a warm presence attempts to meld with your own, but you don’t let it. You feel like you’re being overpowered, undermined, and you know that isn’t happening but you can’t help how much the sinking feeling affects you.

It’s Anakin behind you, and normally you would be resisting the urge to embrace him and squeeze the living daylights out of him. It’s been so long, after all. But right now you just feel cornered.

You shove his arms off of you, unintentionally making a bit of a scene that has other troopers stopping their work and looking at the three of you.

“I am going to meditate. Alone,” you say, and you almost say ‘please’ but you know you do not need to ask for permission. You are no longer a Padawan, you’re a Knight, and you know what you’re doing, even if everyone makes you feel like you don’t.

You walk away out of the hangar towards the elevator. You can hear Anakin behind you talking to Emjee.

“You did the right thing Commander, I’m going to talk to her. Anyway, it’s been a long day for you I’m sure. Rex and Ahsoka and a couple 501st are in the mess if you wanted to see them and grab some food? I can take it from here.”

Your heart lifts a bit at the mention of Ahsoka, but you’re too tired to try and find her. Maybe once you sleep, the sinking feeling won’t be there once you wake up. That was normally how it worked. Anakin was never here for these moments, though. You had no doubt he was going to follow you to your quarters. You didn’t have the patience to wait for him, but you also didn’t have the energy to shut him out.

You’re laying on your bed in your quarters staring at the wall beside you. Sleep eludes you, and it is probably because you can sense Anakin’s presence on the ship. Knowing he is so close but refusing to ignite your bond is honestly a bit petty on your part, but at the moment you don’t really care about being sensible. Your whole relationship wasn’t exactly sensible, anyway.

Your back is to the door so you don’t see Anakin when he enters, but you hear him and hear the door close behind him.

“Would you please look at me please?” he says softly, sitting down on the ground beside your bed.

It makes your heart clench. “You said ‘please’ twice.”

“Because I’m begging to see your beautiful eyes.”

You laugh half-heartedly. “Sure.”

“Please?” he asks again, and the request is so genuine, you can feel its purity and purpose in the Force.

You turn over to meet his pale blue eyes. His hair has grown just a bit longer since the last time you saw him, and you love it. He also must have had a campaign on a rather sunny planet recently because there is an added color to his face that makes him look, well, good and healthy. You feel like a pale blob with dead-ends for hair and a weak, small body.

His eyes widen with genuine love and awe, and he scoots a bit closer.

“There you are,” he says. And that’s where you lose it.

Your face scrunches up as you try to hold back tears but you fail in about two seconds. Anakin hesitates to touch you, waiting for your permission of some kind, and you grant it to him by reaching out your arms for him almost like a baby. It’s humiliating, but it’s just you and Anakin, and he knows you.

He rises from his seated position and crawls into your bed while wrapping his arms around you securely. You weep and cry like a youngling into his chest, and he strokes your head as you shudder with each sob that escapes you. He kisses your forehead every now and again before allowing you to rest your face in the crook of his neck, pressing the bridge of your nose into his pulse-point.

“What happened, my love?” he mumbles against the crown of your head.

“Men, just, underestimating me. It’s like they know I’ve been injured, that I’m weak, unsuccessful—I just, I can’t take it. I… I can’t believe there are people out there who would say those things. But they’re right; I suck, I’m terrible at everything—”

“You are so brave, so strong, the strongest person I know. You’ve been injured in battle, and worked your way back to being on the front lines. You connect to the Force in a way that I wish I could, and I’m part of it! These are just objective facts. I know you, and you are so intelligent, courageous, kind, and just so… so wise. I would be lost without you, and I love you.”

His words bring you comfort, that sinking feeling finally dissipating ever so slowly. “But it shouldn’t bother me this much. I am a Jedi. I have to be better than this.”

“It is something you should never have to experience, and if I had my way, those sleemos would be—”

“Anakin…” you whisper, shifting your head up so you can meet his eyes once again.

He sighs. “You are dealing with this better than I ever could. You know how I would react… you’re so much better than me. I just wish I was worthy of you.”

“You’re my favorite person,” you say, gazing into his beautiful ocean-eyes. You pause for a moment, content to drink your fill of his gaze. Once you are content, you nuzzle into his chest once again. “You’re worthy of so much more than me.”

“No,” he says before pressing another kiss to your head. “I could never be worthy of you, my love. I don’t think anyone ever will, because you are an angel.”

You hum, wrapping your arms around him so you can rub circles into his back. “There you go with your poetic metaphors.”

You can sense his smile in the Force so clearly it’s as if you could see it. “That one isn’t a metaphor.”

“Mhm,” you mumble, smiling to yourself. One of your hands wanders upwards and now you play with his hair and it is so soft between your fingers that you could honestly do this for hours.

He kisses your head once more. “You’re gonna put me to sleep,” he warns, and it makes you giggle a little bit.

“Sleep, then. Force knows you need it.”

“Only if you do,” he says indignantly, but you can hear the sleep in his tone.

“Not to worry. I’m already halfway there,” you say, nuzzling into the warmth of his body again as he pulls you impossibly closer. You almost feel like crying again because of how safe he makes you feel, but you don’t want to worry him. “I love you, Anakin,” you say aloud, but you mostly send the message through your bond in a wave of soft blue and warm yellows.

You think for a minute that he’s asleep already, but you can tell he’s not when he sends you back just as much love and admiration, if not more, through your bond.

A tear that isn’t yours drips onto your face as he says, “I love you so much.”

With your Force presences entwined, you both fall into a blissful sleep and take a much needed rest. Just having Anakin with you like this helps whenever you start to feel that worthless slimy feeling, every single time. It’s like clockwork, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. You love him so much, and you can hear the Force sing in sweet harmony each time you are together. Your sleep is dreamless, but it is full of warmth and a sense of softness. It feels like home.

…

When Ahsoka comes looking for you both because she wants someone to spar with, she checks your quarters first. That’s where Emjee said you both would be, anyway. Not to mention she could sense the bliss and serenity in the Force because of you two from probably a system away.

She opens the door and sees a sight that warms her heart. Both you and Anakin are entwined, both in an embrace and in the Force. He holds you protectively against his chest and your hand rests in his hair. You’re both asleep, and Force knows that as Generals you need it.

Ahsoka knows the rules about attachment. She’s always known her Master struggled with them whenever it came to you. But it was hard to see any reason to keep you apart when the Force sang whenever the two of you were together.

Not to mention, Ahsoka found your “secret” relationship unbearably cute. Anakin always had a front of strength and coldness when leading troops into battle or dealing with enemies, even when talking with other Jedi. But with you, he was himself. Your bond was something she wanted to have for herself one day, and looking at the two of you right now, a thought occurred to the young Togruta.

Your bond needed to stay strong, you needed to stay together, and Ahsoka vowed to herself she would do everything she could to make sure you both remained entwined in the Force like this for as long as possible. She wanted to see both her Master and you happy.

She turned on her heel and closed the door as quietly as the durasteel would allow. Smiling to herself, she tiptoed down the hallway, making her own grand plans about how to uphold her vow.

Maybe Master Kenobi could help her…

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lea-noah · 4 months

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"I can fix this!"

"someday I'm going to fly away from this place..."

Across the Stars series - Anakin Skywalker edit by l e a n o a h | # 1 | # 2 | # 3 | # 4 | # 5 | # 6 | # 7

pin | deviantart c | 25. 12. 2023

"I tried for the first time the "blend" format of editing very popular and typical on deviantart. Hope it's somewhat fine 😅...it took also looonger than I expected. New things are tricky (at the beginning at least :) (LN)

p.s. wanted to do a gif edit but my ps has glitches 😭 no work with gifs any time soon...

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roxygen22 · 1 year

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Torn Asunder

Chapter 2: Always on the Move

"So what brings you to Temple High?" you asked as you and Anakin walked down the hall to the cafeteria. That was the burning question everyone had on their minds. Families stay here for generations, and others leave...but there's not much in your hometown to draw in new folks.

"Oh, uh, my step-dad got a new job teaching over at the junior high campus," Anakin responded as he stared at the class pictures that hung on the wall above the long stretch of lockers.

"Oh neat," you paused, "speaking of dads, that one's mine." His gaze followed your hand as you pointed up. You just happened to be right in front of the class picture from your dad's senior year almost 30 years ago.

"Wow," he said softly, "your family has been here a long time." Too long, you thought. I can't break out soon enough.

"Yeah, I even had a teacher who taught us both - Mr. Yoda. He's reeeeeeeeally old," you said with a giggle.

After a short walk, you were at the cafeteria doors. You brought your lunch, but Anakin didn't, so after showing him where to get in line, you pointed to your table of friends.

"I'll be sitting over there. I'll save you a spot. I mean, if you want...you don't have...you're welcome to sit wherever." Your cheeks reddened as you stumbled over your words.

"Thanks, Y/N," with a smirk and a gentle nod of his head. Your heart skipped a beat with the sound of your name rolling off his tongue. After a small, awkward goodbye wave, you quickly turned toward your table.

Aayla just gave you a knowing smile as your other friends whispered and giggled as you walked over. "Someone has the hots for the new kid!" Kit flashed his classic sh*t-eating grin. Ugh - again with the blushing!

"His name is Anakin, and he seems like a nice guy. I invited him to sit with us," you responded curtly as you blocked the spot next to you with your lunch box.

"Ooooooh! It's about time you started dating someone! Since nobody around here seems good enough for you," Jyn yell-whispered as Anakin walked over with his tray.

If looks could kill, you wouldn't have any more friends. "WOULD YOU STOP IT?! Don't joke like that," recalling Anakin's earlier attempt at shocking humor. As if on cue, he taps you on the shoulder.

"Oh, hey Anakin, I saved you a spot," you announced in a sing-song voice and moved your tote, desperately trying to ignore your friends' snickering. "This is Aayla. She was in our first class this morning. And this is Jyn and Kit."

Anakin sat down with his tray, scanning the eager faces nervously. "Um, hello."

"Where did you move from?" Jyn asked.

"JYN!" This time Aayla was the one to admonish her. Jyn shrugged and mouthed, "what?"

Anakin chuckled through his nose. "It's okay - I expected the questioning. This isn't my first move. Before we came here, we lived in a small town in West Texas. Only for a couple of years, though. I'm glad we didn't stay too long. There was lots of sand. It's irritating and gets everywhere." Nothing can put down roots there, he muttered almost imperceptibly. His eyes dropped to the floor.

Noting Anakin's solemn look, you interjected. "Did you at least have a good view of the mountains while you were there? I flew to El Paso once. That was my favorite part."

"Yes, that was one of the few highlights." He brought his eyes up to softly stare into yours.

Oh, stars.

<< Chapter One

Chapter Three >>

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anisdolly · 3 months

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・。.・゜✭・.・✫ . ✭・.・✫・✭ .・゜・。.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀STRICTLY 18+.

WARNINGS: soft smut, subfem!reader x softdom!anakin, not proofread because im very lazy grrrr, breast worship (idk if its called like this i suck at explaining kinks !!!), body worship, p in v, little tease with his fingers heh.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫ . ✭・.・✫・✭ .・゜・。.

yeah, fucking rough is good, but can you imagine anakin taking you as if you are the rarest jewel in the galaxy?

he would start as usual, sitting by the edge of his bed with you astride on his lap, while his hands memorized every contour of your body. his eyes, just as eager, would take in each soft whimper from your parted lips and all the shudders that only he could provide. because to him, you’d be the only woman in the galaxy, and you’d be only his. so, how could he not worship you? your form, your personality, the way you dress in the morning while he stares from his usual side of the bed. everything about you would be just so perfect to him, it makes his stomach flutter.

and the moment you lower to hump yourself against his obvious erection, anakin would stop you mid-movement by grasping your hips—ever so gently, of course—and smile lovingly. “slow, my love. i want to make love to you tonight, alright?”

just as his words ended, his strong arms would shift your position and lay you down on the sheets comfortably, and he would take a few seconds to admire the beauty beneath him as he hovers above you.

with a few kisses, he would caress your neck, then the upper swell of your right breast. his lips would travel lower, too, just to savor the beat of your pulse under the sensitive skin, while one hand would find its way to unhook your bra with the ease of familiarity.

in this world, there was nothing anakin would love more than tits—except you, of course. oh, so soft and beautiful. especially if they are yours. the moment your bra slips away, he would admire them with dilated pupils that made the blue of his gorgeous eyes almost disappear. it takes him all his might not to ravage them, suck and bite his way from one to the other.

so instead, he’d simply lick his lips before locking his gaze with yours again.

after making sure you are ready enough by simply sliding index and middle upon the dampness of your underwear, with the rare gentleness that he deserves only for you, anakin would push them aside and move his hand to unbuckle his trousers. they are everything he is patient enough to strip away from—and not even entirely, as he just pushes them just past his hips along his underwear.

and once free, his touch would be reverent as he positions himself at your entrance, pausing, giving you a chance to feel every inch of him pressing forward, slowly encased by the velvety warmth of your body. it was no less intense than when he took you roughly, however—even in the softness of lovemaking.

“is this how you imagined it, hm?” he’d whisper as his forehead lands against yours and the slightest of smiles quirks the corners of his mouth. “me worshipping—mmhm…—every inch of you…” his moans lay directly onto your lips, while gentle fingers cradle both your thighs to keep them anchored on each of his hips.

his thrusts would be ever as gentle, making sure you could hum in delight and have every inch of your silk walls given attention. the attention they deserve. you always held him so tight, squeezing almost the soul out of him. so anakin would feel like he has to take them to heart. not that it is forced or unwanted, anyway.

the sounds coming out from his throat would be extremely different, too. whimpers, whines, “i love you”s thrown here and there between one thrust and the other.

and coming to kisses, anakin would kiss you a lot. probably, the moans that he swallowed would be more than the ones lost in the air. sweet, loving, not the usual ones where the main objective was to exchange spit (mh, but those are insanely good too).

his eyes, glazed with love, would be fixated upon the circular movements of his hips that just match yours, making sure your clit is being taken care of by his lower abdomen, before trailing upwards to admire your eyes roll to the sockets as you both come undone with soft yells. and just to add, your hands, that had been caressing and tugging his hair for the entire time with love and appreciation, helped him so damn much at reaching the edge.

oh, anakin fell more and more in love with you each time. well, after all, wasn’t that what lovemaking was for?

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faetreides · 2 months

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Feral feral Anakin fucking you every second of the day because he can’t get enough of you and is overly obsessed

send me coryo, luke castellan, or anakin asks (this is a threat)

implied canon compliant prequels and childhood friend afab royalty reader (basically in padme's place) based on an upcoming fic

This is canon Anakin behavior actually, he's like a big dog with his favorite chew toy. The dog obviously loves the toy a lot but it's because of his love that the toy becomes well used. No matter how tattered it becomes, the dog will still curl around it and spend its days licking the hell out of it until it withers away.

I think that because of how he grew up, just a little boy on some ball of sand whose life really didn't belong to him, as soon as he's free from that he just unravels. I love Anakin being written as more unhinged or even slightly like an eldritch horror, because suddenly he has this big destiny laid out in front of him and the tethers holding his soul together inevitably come unhooked. I think that he's wired like that from the beginning, very passionate but without a means to express it.

So, when he meets you, little royal heir with all the stars of the galaxy in your eyes, he tells a familiar story about an angel and from then on, it's over for him. Every moment of his life orbits around the sun in his solar system, you.

The first think he thinks when he sees you again, is how your moans would echo off the windows when he eats you out on one of the couches. Then he imagines your perfectly manicured hands clawing delicious ribbons down his back while he rabidly pounds your sopping wet pussy against the wall of your huge walk-in closet in your apartment. He'd have to hold a hand over your mouth, but he wouldn't do a thing to clean up the slicks that drips out of your pussy onto the floor. You'd pout as you'd rush to get ready before Obi-Wan came back, and all he'd be able to do in response is hook his chin over your shoulder and smile.

"No, it's because I'm so in love with you."

You're leaning against a balcony overlooking a lake in Naboo and all he can think about as he strokes a shy finger down your back is hiking your dress up and bending you over it. You're chained to a pillar in between him and Obi-Wan, and when all is said and done, he wishes he killed everybody that was relishing in your suffering in that arena and fucked you with their blood coating his body. He could go on forever until the last grain of sand on Tatooine flies away. He'd have gotten you barefoot and pregnant immediately if the leash around his neck was any looser.

No matter the fantasy or the moment, you always have at least one mark on you. He's not patient enough for hickies and his fingers move too quickly for any serious bruises to form on your body. He favors bite marks, near perfect impressions of his teeth etched in your soft skin. He doesn't bite to tear, just does his repeated 'chomp!'s without a single thought in his head; your thighs bear the brunt of it. Anakin likes when drops of blood bead at the surface of the bites, because then he can lick the bites soothingly. You usually have to run your fingers through his hair to get him to come back to himself when he starts doing it on autopilot with his eyes rolled back.

"Yes, yes, yessssss.... love fucking my cunt, missed making love to my sloppy pussy. Taking my dick so well, keep breathing with me, my love. That's it, just like that."

His way of saying good morning is languid strokes deep in your guts. His way of saying good night is crazed thrusts that have him putting it back it when his frenzied pace causes his length to slip out. He has is so hard sometimes, determined to carry the entire galaxy on his shoulders with you on top of it. You can the rising anger that builds within him when everything he does to prove himself goes unrecognized. The best way he has to ignore all of that outside responsibility is knocking your sweaty body up the bed while you're clutching the headboard for dear life.

Anakin's emotions bleed from him so openly, and all you have to do is drink them in. Because even though he wasn't free when he met you, you owned him them with his gift around your neck. You own him now, your cervix kissing his mushroom tip in its own display of affection. He is supposed to live his life with the intention to be the force's son, but he is burning to ash faster than he is fulfilling his destiny; at least he can keep you and your future children warm.

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skialdi · 2 years

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Some family time

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heretolurkandnothingmore · 6 months

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A future forming, a curse undone...

(I decided they deserved a little family vacation to Naboo, as a treat)

#hertie's art #fanart #star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #obikin #implied at least #my art needed more greenery so i am here to provide #soft moments

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catnipaddictt · 13 days

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Anakin being soft?

thank you for the request! this is super short (darn writers block) but hopefully it captures your vision <3

Five more minutes

anakin x gn!reader

synopsis: mornings with anakin

wc: 0.3k

tw: nothing, just fluff

The first signs of morning were shining through the curtains as you slowly woke up. An arm not belonging to you pulls you tighter as your boyfriend speaks behind you “not yet.” A warm face pushes itself closer to your neck and you feel a content sigh. This time of morning was your favourite; there was nothing better than waking up to this. Anakin was basically a human hot-water-battle, meaning you were never cold, which was helpful in the brisk morning. And today was no different. You could practically see the heat radiating off him, not that you were complaining.

Turning in his embrace you place your head against his chest, he moves to accommodate the new position. “You should probably get up” your grumble being muffled by his figure. “Probably” he replies softly, running his fingers through your hair, “but I would much rather prefer to stay here.” He pulls the covers up with his other arm, making sure you are comfortable. A light breeze flutters through the curtains, you must have forgotten to close one last night, and the early light bathes the two of you. Anakin effectively glows in the rays of sunlight, his curls falling around his face in a sort-of halo.

He readjusts his arms around you before dipping his head to rest it against your own. Anakin was always gentle with you despite what he did as a jedi knight. His calmer side seemed to come out around you, he was more comfortable in your presence than anywhere else. The peaceful moment was ruined by the beeping of an alarm set on Anakin's holo, signalling that it was time to get ready for work. You move to untangle yourself from him, but are met with resistance and large hands pulling you back, “no, not yet” he speaks with a hint of authority, “just five more minutes?” you don’t protest, instead melting back into his embrace “okay”.

if you guys have more request feel free to send them in and I will add them to my list!

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multifanderwrites · 2 months

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Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Well… Technically, Writer) Head Canons: Touch Starvation

[there was no reason for this one. I was just feeling sad and couldn’t help thinking about how nice it would feel to be wanted by someone who doesn’t exist]

There are days where Anakin has a very hard time keeping his hands off of you. And it’s not even in a sexual sense… though he won’t deny that it’s even harder for him to do that. But what he really struggles with is resisting the urge to hold you in his arms.

Maybe it’s because he can sense when you’re in a sad mood, but it’s really hard for him to just not have your head resting on his chest. He loves when he’s holding you, and sometimes it’s overwhelming because he just loves you so much.

And the feeling is mutual, of course. You feel very attached to Anakin, and whenever the opportunity arises you’ll bury yourself in his arms.

You love him to pieces. You love the way his mechanical hand feels when it touches your face. And you know that he’s able to feel your skin through the touch receptors he installed, so that brings you joy.

Anakin is very aware that you’re sensitive to certain sensations, so he’s very gentle with the way he touches you. He always makes sure that you feel safe when he’s using his right hand to hold your face. It’s not much of an issue for his left hand because it’s just flesh, but he makes sure that his touch is just as gentle.

You both have a history of feeling unloved or unwanted or feeling like you didn’t belong somewhere, but when you’re together you both feel so safe and loved. Well… Anakin feels that way more than you, but it’s easy to see that you really do crave his affection.

There’s something about being able to hold you close to him that makes him want to cry. Sometimes, Anakin does cry when he’s holding you. It’s more because he can’t believe how lucky he is to have you as his partner, but there are times when he feels scared of losing you.

And you feel scared of losing him. You love Anakin so much, and you often fear that there will come a day when he won’t want you anymore. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. Anakin adores you, and he hates that idea.

His solution to this is to hug you- sometimes from behind, but often he’s right in front of you. When he’s holding you, he’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear and telling you how much he loves you.

If you start to sob, he will immediately tighten his grip and kiss your face. “Nothing would ever make me want to leave you, Y/N,” he’ll say as he presses his lips to your cheek. “You know I love you so much. You’re so special.”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, my star,” he’ll mutter as he cradles your head under his chin. He’s so much taller than you, and he’s so protective of you for this exact reason.

Touch is his love language, and it’s yours too. He’ll always find an excuse to touch your face or your hair, and you’ll often do the same. But Anakin really, really loves you. And he’s so sweet to you. He’s a very kind soul, and he doesn’t hide his caring heart from you because he knows he’s safe with you.

But this man loves you so much, and he loves to feel your skin. He loves playing with your hair, and he even braids it sometimes. He’ll even braid it when you’re sleeping.

Anakin knows he can’t really show his love for you in public, but sometimes he just can’t help it. He needs to be touching you in some way, mostly so he can keep you safe. He hates losing you in crowds.

He loves holding your hand in his, and loves to feel your palm on his own. He loves every single part of you, really. He just feels so much love for you, and it’s almost like he loves you more than you love him. I’d even go as far as to say that to be loved by Anakin Skywalker… is to be loved by the Force itself.

There are days when you say you don’t want his touch… but you’re lying. And he knows it. Oftentimes, it’s when you’re feeling really upset and really suffering. But Anakin doesn’t allow you to suffer in silence. He’ll gather you in his arms and carry you to the bed, and he’ll hold you tightly while you weep.

Even though he’s heartbroken to know that you’re suffering, he’s glad that he’s there to help you. After all you’ve done for him, you deserve a lot of love and support and respect from him. Technically, you deserve it anyway. But that changes nothing. Anakin has so much love to give you… and he gives you all of it.

And he’ll praise you for just existing. “You are so beautiful, my love,” he says as he brushes his fingers against your cheekbone. “All the work you do is incredible, but the most beautiful piece of art is right in front of me. I’m captivated by your beauty. How can you think that you have no value when I love you?” Before you have a chance to answer, he kisses you softly. When he pulls away, he smiles at you. He’s so tender and loving, and you can tell that he cares so much for you. “You mean so much to me, sweetheart,” he whispers as he wipes away your tears.

[wow. This was short and sweet. I’m gonna go cry now because, once again, HE DOESNT EXIST! 😭😭😭😭😭😭]

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anakin-dovahkiin · 1 year

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Hi! My favorite is Anakin x Fluffy Reader. I would like Anakin Rots , where he is anxious to meet his girl after a long mission. Something like Ani takes her on a date on another planet , Alderaan or Naboo .

Alpenglow (I've Missed You)

Summary: Anakin comes back from rescuing the Chancellor only to notice that you are stationed on Alderaan and not currently home. Obi-Wan pulled some strings so he could visit you, and in no time Anakin finds you. He decides to set up something nice for the both of you in the mountains, where you witness a beautiful sunset.

Notes: Thank you so much for the request! Reader can be GN, and can be a Jedi or senator or really anything, it's pretty ambiguous. I feel like Alderaan would be super pretty, and the "alpenglow" phenomenon would definitely happen here. Anakin is so soft and loves you so much!! (Warnings: None!)

You can’t believe how lucky you were to be stationed in Alderaan for the past couple of months, especially during the planets summer cycle.

Coruscant is your home now, yes, but it was rather often that you wished to be outside in the mountains and trees amongst nature. You have every intention of making up for lost time while you are here, but each time you try to embark on a hike to admire the scenery, you feel as though you can’t go on. You don’t want to go just yet, knowing how much more your love would desire to be amongst all the greenery and streams and lush landscapes than you could possibly imagine.

A spike of fear runs through you. Anakin could be another few months on his campaign, and for all you know he could be—

You shake the thought from your head. You remind yourself to be mindful, to focus on the present moment, and count all the different songs of birds that you can hear in the grassy clearing where you sit and meditate.

Anakin is alive and well, you can feel it. You may have to suffer without his warm and enveloping presence for awhile yet, but as long as he was safe and working his way to you, you could bear it.

You settle your heartbeat, taking deeper breaths to the point where you feel as though you are a part of the nature surrounding you—so much so that you don’t notice the footsteps behind you.

“What are you doing all the way out here?” that melodic voice asks sweetly.

Your eyes snap open, and your breath rises in your chest so fast you feel like you might start floating. Turning around, you see your love, your Anakin, standing a bit awkwardly with the afternoon sunlight bathing him in a soft yellow glow.

You scramble to your feet and launch yourself into his arms, and your embrace couldn’t be broken apart by even the strongest of forces. You were together, and the world felt like it made sense again.

“You’re here, you’re here, I can’t believe—” you whisper throughout the embrace, threading a hand in his hair and holding him impossibly closer. “How? Your mission—”

“I returned to Coruscant and you weren’t there,” he mutters against the skin of your forehead. You can still sense the thread of melancholy unraveling from him, but the longer he is here with you, the shorter and fainter the thread becomes. But there is something else—some of his panic remains, and you hear it in his voice. “Rescued the Chancellor, but the Council wanted me to spy on him even though Obi-Wan said ‘no’ and then he was sent away… Bail told me you were stationed here, and I wanted to leave, I needed to leave, everything was suffocating… but then Obi was able to grant me a leave for a week! Can you believe it?”

You pull away from him slightly, and he audibly whines. You keep your hands in his hair, only pulling back far enough to look him in the eyes as you speak to him.

“That’s… a lot. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, I wish I had been… But I suppose I owe Bail and Obi-Wan now for granting my wish they didn’t even know I had.” You giggle, giddy with happiness because he’s here. He is with you, even though you feared the worst. To be honest, some irrational part of you still fears the worst. Your smile wavers, “Are you alright? Were you hurt?”

You caress his face, noting the frown there and wishing you could smooth away the creases with just a swipe of your fingers. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, and the two of you fall into an embrace once more. It is more gentle than the previous one but is no less intimate.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers, and it comes from the depths of his soul, through the Force, through every fiber in the fabric of reality.

Without you, he would be lost.

“I missed you too, Anakin…” you say, and finally you angle his face down to yours for a chaste kiss. “Even here, where everything is beautiful, I could only think of how much more beautiful it would be with you here, how much you would love it.”

“The green?”

You smile, resting your forehead against his. “Mhm, the green. Your favorite color.”

He lets out a huff of a laugh, cupping your face in his hands. “I love you so much.”

Your smile is bursting at the seams. He’s said it before to you, but there is something about him being here with you in this setting that makes it all more potent. The landscape is stunning, and you feel some sort of longing in your chest become sated as you stand here with Anakin Skywalker in your embrace, protecting you from the galaxy but also giving you the whole galaxy with just those words.

“I love you,” you whisper, your eyes stinging and your vision becomes a bit blurry so you look down at the ground in hopes it would clear away.

Anakin tilts your chin up to look at him, and this movement lets tears leak from your eyes. He catches them with his thumbs. “What is it?”

You feel slightly embarrassed—you’re grown, independent, but being reunited with him is like finding your childhood blanket that you lost forever. You have more faith in Anakin, know that he would survive the war, but the fear of losing him affects you more than you thought.

“I’ve missed you… I worry for you and I am so, so happy you are here with me.”

He grins. “I have something for you. I know how much you love the mountains, so I set something up for us…”

No way. “Stop! You did not—”

He grabs your hand and leads you through the brush until you reach higher ground and another clearing that lies above the treetops so you can see the snow capped mountains all around you, standing tall like they were keeping watch.

It is sunset, and the light bounds from mountain to mountain, bathing the slopes in shades of purple, pink, and orange.

There’s a blanket laid on he ground with a bucket of your favorite snacks from your apartment on Coruscant.

“I was so anxious to see you, and I know how much you love relaxing at home, so I figured I would bring a bit of home to you!” He says, but then he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “At least, I think these are your favorite snacks…”

You both sit on the blanket, and you sit in his lap with your back pressed flush against his chest.

You tilt your head up to press a kiss to his jaw. “This is my home. Right here. With you, and looking out at the alpenglow. It’s only so beautiful because you’re so beautiful.”

He smiles again, but scrunches his eyebrows. “‘Alpenglow’? I’ve never heard that before.”

“Well, now you have. You’re looking at it right now.”

You watch his sky blue eyes take in the blend of colors before you, and you savor the awed look on his face that is so innocent, so pure.

“You’re my alpenglow,” he says, flicking his eyes to meet yours. His gaze is electric, and you feel like your heart might burst from your chest once again. You know what he meant by that, and you love his affinity for trying to come up with strange metaphors.

(You’ll never forget the sand one.)

You laugh. “I don’t think that is how you use the word, Anakin.”

“Well it’s how I’m using it. I am a Jedi, I’m always right.”

“Of course, Master Skywalker,” you say, doing your best impression of a Council-member.

He chuckles, then nuzzles his cheek into the crown of your head. He lets out a long exhale, and all the tension from days, weeks, and months past escapes his body. You are together, you are safe, and you are grounded.

You’re home.

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bi-wan · 1 year

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Patreon request made by the lovely @sopherfly , based on a scene in chapter 2 of “The Shadow of a Dream” ❤️.

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin #fic rec #patreon request #cam.png #they’re soft and i’m weak 🥹

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mayhemspreadingguy · 4 months

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He aches to claw his way inside,

unaware the place is already his.

#obikin #obikin art #anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin art #obiwan #obiwan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi art #star wars #sw #star wars art #mayhem art #mother i crave violence :)))#soft gore

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takadasaiko · 8 months

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You lack conviction.

#Ahsoka Spoilers #Anakin Skywalker #Darth Vader #Ahsoka Tano #I LOVE this #I was so wrong on my theories #but I LOVE this #the way he combines Anakin and Vader's fighting styles #and the fact that it's so very very Anakin in his teaching method #there's no soft handed approach for him #there's only sticking her in the middle of a life or death scenario that won't ACTUALLY get her killed #to make sure she doesn't die when it comes down to it #to force her to fight like she is going to die #to choose to live #and the fact that he's not just magically back to pre-Vader Anakin in his afterlife is... not what I would have thought but it fits so well #pieces of Vader will always be with him #but Anakin is in control here #I think he's a whole lot more balanced in death than he ever was in life #I have so many thoughts and feelings #there may be a mini meta incoming tomorrow after I've had time to sleep on it

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faetreides · 1 month

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Hi! Can I request a scenario or one shot (whichever you prefer) with Anakin loving to touch/grab Y/N’s butt?

Hi, and yes you can <3

Anakin Skywalker is an ass man through and through. Before you had taken the plunge and taken your friendship to the next level, you could practically feel his eyes burning holes into your ass. No matter how far you were standing away from him, he'd always find himself devoting every ounce of his attention to what he's honestly convinced is a gift from a higher power.

You were only shocked the first time, but it was a bit silly in hindsight when you realized just how "close" Anakin liked to be with you. He drags his eyes and hands all over your body no matter your relationship, he's just a very physical person with the one he loves. (Though you don't let yourself think about in what way until it's too late.)

He immediately grabbed two big handfuls of your ass when you had your first kiss. It's like he was spending just as much time and effort groping the fat globes as he was sucking the soul out of your tongue.

Smacking your ass is how he starts his day and giving each cheek a rough but loving squeeze is how he ends it. His default sleeping/cuddling position is your leg thrown over his torso and him keeping you there with a firm hand on your ass. His grip is so tight that you can't even roll over if it starts to get uncomfortable.

Sometimes he prefers to laze around in bed and marvel at the sight of your plump flesh in the inescapable hold of his prosthetic arm. The glint of the metal bouncing off the shimmer of your skin. He'd rather lose his other arm than hurt you, but he does enjoy pinching and prodding at your ass cheeks until there are hoards of red welts and finger shaped bruises.

He'll nuzzle when he's giving you aftercare and cleaning you up, paying extra special attention to the area. You wonder if he drags it out so long just so he'd have an excuse to paw at it, but he does that regardless of the situation, time, or place.

You're embarrassed to recall the instances where in the beginning, when you were nothing more than "very good" friends, you would spend hours debating with your handmaids over which dress made your butt look better. Which one would drive him to the point of no return, and which one would coax the drool to flow from his maw like a river of milk and honey. You used to wait until you knew he was already looking (he always was) so you could coyly drop something and bend over right in his face to pick it up.

You still do it; Anakin has come to anticipate it in every waking moment. He has to smother his hungry smile under his palms, or you'll lose the nerve.

His obsession's most tender form shows itself when he returns to their chambers after a harrowing mission or a grueling meeting with the council.

The doors slide open to reveal your tired husband, his body and soul no doubt needing to be mended in your arms. So you let him envelop you with his entire being, you allow his weight to make you sink further into the bed until you're pinned. Whether he wants to rut against you or just lie on top of you for the rest of his days and past them to the death of the universe, you are ready to receive him.

He simply shimmies his way down your back today and rests his weary head on the swell of your ass. Your boy king of the stars lets his glittering cloak of unfathomable responsibilities crumble to dust over your soft jiggling skin. Ani skirts the tip of his nose along your ass crack like he's giving it a nose kiss in greeting. He flattens his tongue and drags it up and down through whatever enticing garment you're donning, getting it and you soaked in seconds flat.

"Missed you, angel."

He is not talking to you.

faetreides 2024

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