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Rest Easy - Anakin Skywalker
Anakin is all too familiar with restless sleep. So, when he sees just how tired you are, he offers to help.
“There’s that look again.”
There was a moment’s hesitation before you flicked your eyes up from the data display. Statistics and statement pieces still swirled about your vision, even as you met Anakin’s gaze. His brow was furrowed, in the way it always seemed to be since the Clone War began. Only, in that moment, as he looked at you, there was a softness in his eyes that threw your thoughts far from the image of him in battle. Such a gentleness had no place among the blaster fire and metallic corpses of droids.
“Sorry, what?”
“That look,” Anakin echoed, raising a hand to gesture to your face. “You’re either displeased or thinking too hard.”
A stunted, sour laugh slipped past your lips. “Or both.”
“What’s wrong?” Anakin asked, leaning over across the table, hand outstretched for you to take. Slowly, you moved to meet him in the middle to intertwine your fingers with his. Warm, the skin of his palm kissed yours in the mildest way, melted the ache behind your eyes, and relieved some of the heaviness of your limbs.
“Reviewing old legislation is neither entertaining nor easy on the mind,” you gave Anakin’s hand a squeeze. “That’s all, though. Nothing I can’t work through.”
“It has nothing to do with how you were tossing around last night?”
You quirked a brow at him in question and Anakin leaned back, his hand slipping from yours. A frown quivered along your lips at the loss of contact, but the loss was brief. Anakin stood from his seat across the sleek, metal table and started towards you. The dark folds of his tunics shifted with every step that brought him closer to you. When he was within arms reach, he pressed his hip against the table’s edge and leaned down towards you.
“You didn’t sleep, so I didn’t sleep,” he murmured. “Tell me what’s wrong, Y/N.”
As he spoke, his eyes held contact with yours, unyielding, reading your every microexpression. You knew the second you swallowed too hard that Anakin saw your resolve break. Memories of kicking your legs under the soft sheets of your bed, tossing from side to side, flooded back to you. Anakin must have seen those same memories too because he nodded, all too knowingly.
“Tell me, let me help you.”
There was never any hiding from him.
“Unless you can lift the weight of thousands displaced by the war and convince the Senate to provide for them, then there’s not much helping me,” you explained. “Padme’s proposal is necessary but the precedents for it…they’re nonexistent. At least according to everything I’ve read.”
The thought of all the reading you had done nearly made your throat close up. Endless pages of Basic, detailing every piece of humanitarian legislation passed by the Senate had absorbed you, mind and body, for the past few planetary cycles. Yet, despite all that time, your research had come up empty. There were no prior models that you and the rest of Padme’s team could use to base her new, improved plan off of.
“So, you have to start from nothing?” Anakin asked, putting voice to your whirling thoughts.
Bitterly, you nodded and let your eyes fall from his. “Yes, and when you phrase it in that way, it sounds even more dire.”
“Sorry, you know,” Anakin’s fingers hooked under your chin and lifted your gaze back to him, “it’s not a doomed idea. You make things real.”
“But not without a precedent,” you countered, “this is something new.”
“We’re in a new galaxy, a new Republic,” Anakin pressed. “Now is the best time to push progress forward.”
You couldn’t help the smile at his persistence. “Careful, you’re beginning to sound like a senator’s speech. Padme may enlist you.”
“I’m enlisted in a different war,” he replied, his hand moving along your jaw to cup your cup. “One with fewer speeches.”
You frowned at his words before you pressed a kiss to the meat of his palm. In response, the corners of his mouth quirked upwards ever-so-slightly, but not for long. When his lips fell down again, Anakin stepped closer, letting you feel the warmth of his body more fully. He leaned in closer too, waves of light brown hair falling to frame his face.
“Tell me what I can do.”
“I did,” you sighed, eyes flicking from his to his lips. “Save the people.”
“I’m trying, with every battle, but what can I do for you, right now? How can I get you to rest easy?”
A grin broke out along your features the second the thought entered your head. Anakin seemed to sense it, part of you wondered if it was the Force. Perhaps he used it to help read you, read your mind even. But no, that wasn’t it. It was just Anakin, the bond you shared that gifted you both with a sort of secret language. Either way, he knew what you were going to say before you opened your mouth.
That didn’t stop you from saying it anyway: “I know one way you could help.”
A rumble of a chuckle raced up his throat, a sound that you quickly swallowed when you leaned forward to close the little gap between you. Your lips found his as if you were never parted, to begin with, like being close was your natural state and separated being a foreign condition. Using his hand and, this time you were sure of it, the Force, Anakin pulled you up from your seat until you were standing. As he did, his other hand came up to the other side of your face so that he could hold you impossibly close.
“Would you believe me,” Anakin managed to whisper when you parted for air, “if I told you this wasn’t my initial intention?”
His teasing tone, like the warmth of his hand in yours had only a minute before, lifted your tired spirits. Any hint of exhaustion alleviated, if only for a precious few seconds. A laugh, one truer and lighter than the first, slipped past your lips. Anakin laugh again too and renewed every nerve ending fried by work. You leaned in again, for another kiss. His lips move fluidly against yours, soft and warm.
Then, when you pulled away, you replied, “no, but I’m alright with that.”
The Secret Son - A.S
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Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader
About: The reader falls pregnant with Anakin’s child and instead of telling him, she leaves the Jedi Order goes back to her home planet. Years later, a war takes place on her planet and she is attacked and finds herself and her son reuniting with Jedi she truly loves.
Warnings: mention of nausea, food, violence, blood, shooting guns, death of children (what is a result of war), mention of sex, plenty of fluff, swearing, and all the feels!
A/N: We get to see Jedi Master Anakin in this.. oh my heart… Please reblog my work to support me!
You knew it was stupid, dangerous, and unprofessional to strike up a heated romance with your fellow Jedi classmate - but none of that stopped either one of you from sneaking around at night, getting hot and heavy during quiet moments on missions, and going as far as almost getting found out by your Jedi Master.
Part of you couldn’t put your finger on what made you so captivated by Anakin, perhaps it was his hair that rested just below his ears, or the scar on his perfectly sculpted face, or maybe his eyes that had glimmers of both hope and frustration, or even his contagious laugh and scowl.
All that you knew now was that you needed to leave the Jedi Order, cut ties with everyone you once knew, and return back home to Alderaan and shield your secret from the universe. Every single other outcome had the exact same end, you knew deep down that no matter what you would crush not just your dreams and future, but also Anakin’s.
Everything happened so fast, one minute you were spending time alone in the Jedi Temple and now you were carrying a new life inside of you.
“Anakin!” you gasped at his hands taking you by the waist “We could get caught!”
Anakin smirked and planted a soft kiss on your ear before whispering “Not if we’re quiet.”
Your cheeks started to burn and turn a deep shade of pink, truly wanting to be touched and to touch the Jedi, you gave in and made a promise to yourself to keep quiet and to never engage in such risky behaviour in the temple again.
Anakin panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead, pushing away his soft curls that stuck to the sweat, your arms reached up to him and caressed his face before dressing yourself quickly as the sound of a Jedi Masters boots came closer and closer.
An unsettling feeling started to weigh heavily in both your stomach and mind, you couldn’t figure it out - you and Anakin both just bonded and there were no issues, so why are you panicking? You haven’t been caught red-handed and you were both safe from harm.
“I love you Ani,” you whispered in Anakin’s ear, straightening your robes.
Anakin shot you a loving glance, “I love you too,” he whispered back, standing up straight with his hands behind his back.
Training became harder than it used to be, your breasts were tender and swollen making it hard to wield your lightsaber, your mind fog got in the way during your lessons when teaching the younglings, and you could no longer stand to be around food because the smell of the morning juicy apples and evening thick gravy turned your stomach upside down.
You didn’t need someone to tell you what you already knew, you could feel the life inside of you grow stronger as more time passed by, if you didn’t leave now you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself for getting in the way of Anakin’s dreams.
You stared at yourself, your robes, and your lightsaber, reflecting on everything you had learnt, everything you had been through, the younglings who looked up to you, and the masters who trusted you and fought hard to help you reach your potential as a female Jedi who didn’t discover the force until later on in childhood.
How could you throw this away? How could you waste your potential and everyone’s time? How could you successfully live a lie?
Obi-Wan was behind you with his hand resting on your shoulder, his soft voice breaking you from your ocean of thoughts.
“Is everything alright, Y/N?”
The once young and ambitious apprentice who found you on Hoth with his kind and caring Master Qui-Gon, now a master who could see the way you looked at his padawan Anakin and the way he looked back.
If you had to announce your leave to anyone without fear of crushing them, surely it would be him, right?
Swallowing hard and closing your eyes for a moment, you let out a big sigh and turned around slowly to face him, opening your eyes to meet his concerned gaze felt like tiny needle pricks spread across your chest. You were scared of letting him down.
“It’s not Master,” you admitted, taking your lightsaber out and handing it to him “something has happened and I must return to my home.”
Obi-Wan glanced down at your lightsaber and then back at you, not taking it “To Alderaan? What requires you to return there-”
“I cannot say,” you interrupted “but I must go, please make this easy for Ani-Anakin to understand. I care for him deeply and my absence could get in the way of his success.”
Obi-Wan studied you closely, his suspicions had been confirmed and while he wanted to scold you and approach his Padawan - he could sense that there was something much more going on than attachment. You were also aware of him and Satine, Obi-Wan knew you would never speak of it out of respect for him, so he nodded his head and refused to press you further on the matter.
He gently accepted your lightsaber although he wanted nothing more than to give it back, knowing what you endured on Hoth.
“Will you be needing any assistance?”
You shook your head “No, I’m a pretty good pilot thanks to your Padawan.” you smiled sadly, walking away.
Obi-Wan broke out into a smile, “May the force be with you,” he said quietly.
Looking back at him with your tear-filled eyes, you waved “and also with you.”
“How long can we keep this up, Ani?” you asked sleepily, your head resting on his rising and falling chest.
Anakin looked down at you and ran his fingers through your hair “for as long as we can, my love,” he replied softly “one day we may even get married-”
“Married?!” you gasped in disbelief “How could we hide such a thing? I want to show you off as my husband with pride, not hide it.”
Ani stayed quiet, the plans of him proposing swirling through his head again, wondering when and where would be the right time, asking himself if you would even say yes.
“One day we won’t ever have to hide it,” he mumbled “attachments aren’t such a bad thing-”
You sat up in his bed and started to get upset, you truly loved Anakin but you knew that having a family was too dangerous for a well-known Jedi who had money placed on their death.
“They are when you lose someone you care about,” you whispered
Anakin sat up too, retracting his hand from your hair.
“I know what it’s like to lose that someone-”
“Anakin I’m not saying you haven’t-”
Anakin continued to speak “I lost my mother, who I cared for deeply - that loss hasn’t stopped me from falling for you, has it?”
“No-”
“I’m afraid to lose you, Y/N, why do you think I train so hard? You and my mother are my motivation to become a powerful Jedi, to stop people from dying-”
You put your head in your hands and pressed your closed eyes into your palms, tiny little stars spreading across in front of you.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore, Ani, I don’t want the pain of losing you to become real.”
“She left?!” Anakin freaked and paced around the room, no longer able to control his emotions “And you didn’t tell me!”
“Y/N left because she had to.” His Master replied calmly “she is safe Anakin, that is all you need to know.”
“All I need to know?!” Ani huffed “She cannot get by on her own! You’ve seen how I’ve come to her aid on missions-”
Obi-Wan raised his hand, outstretching his palm.
“If we did not feel it would be safe for her, she wouldn’t have gone alone, Anakin. Y/N is quite capable of taking care of herself.”
Anakin shook his head and clenched his jaw, his hands bunching into tight fists.
“If anything happens to her-”
“Nothing is going to happen Anakin - if it did you know that we would do our very best to help her.”
The guilt pained you every moment of every single day, the bigger your bump became, the bigger the guilt of leaving Anakin without explanation came back to bite you.
Your pregnancy wasn’t easy - how could it? You were alone, in a small house that struggled to trap and create heat as you were surrounded by the snowy mountains, and you relied heavily on those around you to help fetch your food and furniture for your child’s room.
With each kick, wriggle, and movement your child gave you, you placed your hand on your bump, closed your eyes and imagined that Anakin was with you; bringing you to tears and falling down on your knees.
Tensions were building up and you heard the rumours of war, death, and violence - you had seen it all already on your missions with Anakin and his master Obi-Wan and you knew just how brutal they could be; you were on death’s door more than once thanks to General Grievous, Count Dooku and Ventriss.
You started to question what universe you were bringing your child into and if leaving the Jedi order and continuing your pregnancy was the right choice.
“Do you see yourself having children?” Anakin asked you one evening.
The two of you sitting on the balcony enjoying your time off whilst your masters were in an important meeting.
The soft breeze stroked your hair back behind your shoulder, you didn’t want to react the same way that you did to his marriage question which resulted in the both of you not speaking for a week.
“I’d like to,” you replied, “one day when it’s safe enough for me to raise them.”
A small smile crept upon his face, you caught it in the corner of your right eye and started to blush, trying not to get shy.
‘he’s thinking of me becoming a mother?’
Anakin often thought about the day you would announce that you were carrying his child, the months he could count done and watch see your bump grow, the day when you would finally go into labour and cradle the product of love you both made in your protective arms.
“I see myself having children,” Ani admitted “I often believe that I’ll be a better father than Jedi.”
Going into labour was long, stressful, and painful. You were standing up from the table and felt water burst from within you, trickling down your legs and forming into a puddle on the floor. You tried not to panic but knowing that you were alone and had no one to help you deliver this baby, you couldn’t help but panic.
Anakin had nightmares, similar to that of his mother dying, but instead, you were on the floor, screaming and crying, calling out his name. Your face was pale and your skin clammy, your eyes slowly going dim before he would wake up drenched in sweat.
Anakin often sensed something else around him, a deep pull that he couldn’t recognise or explain, he could feel its fear, its happiness, he could feel it entirely disappear the closer you got into your labour.
Closing your eyes, you tried to reach out, begging for Qui-Gon despite him being gone, begging for Obi-Wan, begging for any Jedi master that you could to come and help you, save you from dying before you could bring your child into this world and see their father in their eyes.
Unable to stop yourself from pushing, you tried to control your breathing and tugged up your skirt from covering your knees so you could pull down your soaked underwear, beads of sweat formed across your forehead and chest.
“Please-” you cried, feeling faint “Please-”
Darkness. Darkness everywhere. No one and nothing, until the cries of your child pierced your ears, and the feeling of someones hand supporting your back so you weren’t laying out cold on the floor.
Slowly opening your eyes, you were stunned, Obi-Wan was supporting you and holding your child in his arms, his eyes staring down at his Padawans offspring.
“It’s a boy,” Obi-Wan smiled again.
“Obi-Wan?!”
Obi-Wan smiled and turned to face you, he handed you your newborn gently, you opened out your arms and pulled your baby into your chest, the very sight of him bringing you to tears.
Most newborns looked nothing like their parents or relatives for weeks, months even, you were a blank canvas until you were twelvemonths old - but not your son. No. He was Anakin from his ambitious eyes, his nose, full lips, and ahead of thick, sandy blonde hair.
“He looks just like him,” he said softly.
There it was. The guilt again.
“H-How is he?” you croaked.
Since leaving, Anakin continued to work hard but his bouts of inappropriate anger and mood swings got him into trouble, he was still just as ambitious and passionate as you remembered, but he refused to be around women again.
“We handed him the task of being Senator Amidala’s bodyguard, he refused,” Obi-Wan explained, watching your tiny bundle of joy reach out to grab your finger.
“And Ahsoka?”
Obi-Wan sighed “she gets disappointed and fed up at times but he refuses to fail her.”
“Good,” you replied “Ahsoka has just as much potential as her master.”
As the years went by more and more civilians were being murdered, tortured, caught in the middle of a war they had no involvement in. Children without parents, wives without husbands, parents without children, Alderaan was slowly turning into shambles and many other planets were being obliterated one by one.
Screaming, blasters and yelling filled your area and you knew that you had to try and flee or hide if running was no longer an option.
“Luke!” you panicked, grabbing your son’s bag and stuffing it with food and clothes “Luke we need to go now!”
A small boy with soft skin and long blonde hair peeked from behind the door, his eyes were wide and full of fear, his tiny hands were shaking.
“Mummy I’m scared,” he started to cry, slowly walking towards you.
Quickly zipping up his bag you lifted up his chin with your finger, the fright on his face hurt you so deeply - reminding you of Anakin and the face he might’ve pulled at the announcement of your departure.
Luke was just like his father, from his looks to his laugh, to how he talks, sometimes you questioned if any part of you was in him at all. He often asked if he had a dad and why he only had a mother - you had no choice but to lie - if the wrong ears caught wind of a baby Skywalker, you’d lose him before he could even have a chance.
“Baby,” you said calmly “we need to leave, you’re going to keep this bag on your back and hold onto my hand tight.”
More screaming. More crying. More yelling. More banging. More shooting.
Tears started to pool in his eyes, making his vision go glassy.
“Mummy-”
“Luke, you need to listen to me,” you tried to keep calm “you keep your head down at all times and keep walking, run if I start running, and do not say a word to anyone. Okay?”
Luke started to nod, his tiny hand reached up to wipe his tears, you pulled him into your arms and planted a kiss on his forehead, catching the scent of his hair.
You couldn’t lose him, you’d rather die than lose the only part of Anakin you have left.
“If we get split up, you run and run and don’t stop until you find somewhere safe where you can hide. I will come for you but if I’m not back by sunrise-” your own voice started to crack “you keep on running until you see a man that looks like Uncle Ben.”
Before you could say anymore, a loud blast rang through the air, the ground shook and your door flew from its hinges. Your house was filled with tall, strong men and scary looking droids that you hadn’t seen in years.
Pulling Luke’s arm you took off running towards the back door but stopped when you turned around to see that your son was frozen; his bag was on the floor, his hands covered his eyes and his loud cries pierced your chest.
Some mothers left their children in these moments, yours did - but as desperate as you were to live, you were more than ready to die if it meant Luke got to see another second or minute before the two of you would be nothing more than a number, a statistic, a victim.
Falling to your knees in front of him, you threw your arms around Luke, shielding him from the yellow eyes staring at you in the dark, from the blasts and hands that reached out to grab you.
You closed your eyes, remembering his eyes, his soft skin, the smell of his hair, the sound of his laugh, bringing you an image of what life could have been with his father - on another planet at a different time; Luke playing with ships as his father taught him everything he knew about flying, and days outside watching Anakin chase Luke and tickle him.
“Do you see yourself having children?”
Say no. Don’t give him hope.
“I’d like to,” you replied, “one day when it’s safe enough for me to raise them.”
How could you be that deep in denial?
“I see myself having children,” Ani admitted “I often believe that I’ll be a better father than Jedi.”
Tell him he’s being foolish, that he can’t be both.
“I love you Ani,” you whispered in Anakin’s ear.
Take it back.
“I love you too,” he whispered back.
Don’t believe him.
“attachments aren’t such a bad thing-”
End it now.
“They are when you lose someone you care about,”
End it. Now.
Luke’s cries and screams were all you could hear as hands reached out, clutching around your arms and neck in an attempt to pull you away. You could feel your child moving away from you, you tried to pull him closer to you but it was no use.
“Not him!” you cried out “You can take me, don’t hurt my son!” you begged.
Anakin’s face dropped at the sight of a large bruise peeking from underneath your sleeve, he took hold of you and yanked up the fabric, your black and blue arm now on full display.
“Ani! Stop!” you hissed, pulling back your arm and stepping back.
“Y/N, you told me you handled it, who did this to you?” Anakin demanded, closing in on you.
You started to tear up, remembering what happened when you outsmarted another apprentice you were left alone to train with.
“No more missions,” Anakin answered for you, his face suddenly softening as you began to cry.
You shook your head “It wasn’t on a mission, Ani…” You slowly pulled off your vest and revealed the bruises on your chest and down your spine.
“It was someone we train with.”
The protective rage Anakin felt that day came back in full swing when he found your life and his sons being drained.
He moved fast and didn’t miss a beat, swinging his lightsaber, blocking bullets and sending them flying backwards, using his hands to push them away so forcefully they fell apart and collapsed into pieces.
Anakin’s heart became warm and joyful, yet full of hurt, terror and rage at the sight of you.
You were barely alive, but you had been alive this entire time, in one piece - Anakin’s nightmares often showed you broken and bloody, in pieces and unrecognisable.
At the very sight of the young boy, he could finally recognise the strange pull he had felt inside of him since the day you left - he knew that the boy was his. He had a son.
You scrunched your eyes shut, gripping onto Luke as the sound of the screams and bodies falling to the ground finally ceased, you were afraid that someone much worse had come along and was saving you best for last - or even planning to take you away and torture you for answers you didn’t have.
“Y/N,” a familiar voice called out softly “it’s okay, you can open your eyes.”
You felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you, as if someone’s hands were wrapped around your throat, choking you.
The voice belonged to Anakin.
Slowly opening your eyes, a tall man stood in front of you, his hair now long and styled like Qui-Gon’s and small bristles started to form a beard. His shoulders were much broader and his eyes were darker, appearing to be more tired. The scar on his face was no longer a pale purple, but now a shade of white.
“Ani,” you gasped in disbelief “it’s you.”
Anakin slowly walked over and fell onto his knees, tears of joy and hurt streamed down his face, he pulled you into his arms and squeezed you, his nose brushing against your ear.
“I never thought I’d see you again,” he cried.
“I’m sorry for leaving,” you replied, also crying “I had to”
“To protect our son,” Anakin barely spoke out, slowly pulling away.
Luke had his hands cupped over his eyes and he was still shaking and crying out of fear, his hair stood up in all directions and his bag was now covered in soot and blood.
“Luke,” you said calmly “it’s okay now, you can open your eyes.. there’s someone who is here to see you.”
Anakin felt sick, his palms were clammy and his eyes continued to pool with tears, he watched as his own son slowly removed his hands from his face, his big eyes staring back at him like a reflection in a mirror.
Anakin couldn’t believe what who in front of him - his future, his product of love, his tie to you forever.
“I am your father,” Ani announced softly, holding out his hand.
Luke glanced at his father’s outstretched hand and then back into his eyes, instead of taking his hand, he ran into his arms, placing his tiny arms around him and snuggling his face into his father’s chest.
Anakin held Luke, stroking his hair and planting a soft kiss on his head.
You watched, fearful of Anakin pulling away and saying goodbye, the doubts and guilt over what you had done started to sting at your heart.
“We need to leave,” Anakin said, pulling away from the close embrace and reaching out to hold your hand.
You didn’t refuse and instead, you squeezed his hand; ready to start again.
“As long as I’m alive, the two of you will never be in danger again.”
- - -
“I love you,” Anakin said softly as you brushed his hair in the garden, the two of you watching Luke play with his toy ships.
“I love you too, Ani,” you replied, feeling the baby inside you kick their feet.
“Do you have any names picked out?” he asked.
You paused for a moment before tying back his hair into a loose bun “for a girl, I like Leia.”
Tied To You - A.S
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Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader
About: After a night of intense sex, the reader falls pregnant with Anakin’s baby.
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Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: 18+, smut, breeding kink, swearing, unprotected sex (p in v), fingering, oral (female receiving), masturbation, orgasm denial, belly bulge, degradation, force choke, mention of death, mention of food and eating, nausea and sickness.
Spending time alone in your apartment was tiring, lonely, and boring - but all you could do at the moment was eat, throw up, feel exhausted, and sleep.
You would try to keep yourself busy, practising new hobbies or picking up new skills, even spending time with C-3PO and R2D2 whilst your husband trained and went on deadly missions, but you were too tired to engage in long conversations with the droids - and they didn’t know what to do.
Part of you wanted to start a family already, have a couple of kids, raise them, move them away to your home planet where you and Anakin could keep them safe - but Anakin often stressed that until he had the title of Master, he couldn’t risk such a thing.
“Please can we try?” you asked softly, feeling broody.
Your husband sighed, climbing on the bed and crawling over to you “We’ve talked about this, my love.”
You felt frustrated and started to bite your bottom lip, chewing on it, the soft skin in between your teeth.
“Anakin, your title doesn’t determine your strength or power - if anything, the enemy knowing you’re a Jedi master could put our children at greater risk. You have already broken the Jedi Code by getting married.”
Anakin considered this, hiding his head in the crook of your neck, his nose brushing against your soft skin.
He didn’t care so much about breaking the Jedi Code, he couldn’t ever be away from you and refused to entertain the idea of practising celibacy.
“I don’t want to lose you in childbirth as I’ve dreamt about, I don’t want to lose them-”
Your hand got lost in his soft, damp hair. “Ani, the future can always change, and no matter what, we should still bring something beautiful into this world… even if I would die during their arrival.”
Anakin didn’t like this one bit, thinking of you dying, having to raise a child alone that would remind him of you every day - but the thought of him being powerful enough to save your life and have you bring his children into the world made his heavy heart lift and spread warmth throughout his body.
“Lady, Y/N, are you still unwell?” C-3PO asked, sounding as concerned as a droid could be “You have tears down your face.”
You sat up in bed, reaching for your glass of water, sipping it slowly to calm yourself down - excitement and worry exploding in your brain. Grabbing a tissue, you wiped away your tears and took a deep breath.
“You cannot tell anyone, C-3PO…” you replied quietly “I think I’m pregnant.”
Anakin thought of spilling himself deep inside you, getting you pregnant so you were tied to him forever. The idea of everyone knowing you were fucked senselessly and got pregnant made Anakin’s dick hard - everyone would know you were claimed - by who? they wouldn’t know, but you displaying the signs of being with child was enough for your husband’s mind to change.
“Is that what you want?” Anakin asked, his voice low and gruff “You want me to fill you up?”
The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, goosebumps spread all over your body, your crotch starting to flutter at his words.
Anakin’s tongue traced circles into the side of your neck teasingly before he started to suck on your sweet spot, nibbling at it, leaving a visible mark.
“Yes,” you moaned out softly “I want you to fill me up so badly, Anakin.”
The sound of you moaning his name and asking for his seed only frustrated your husband further.
Anakin pulled away from your neck and pulled off his shirt, climbing on top of you, your eyes landed on the huge bulge visible through his trousers, making you go bright red and hot. His hands instantly gripped onto your pyjama top, his skillful fingers undoing the buttons - until he became too impatient and started to tug - causing the buttons to pop off and shoot across the room.
“Ani!-”
Anakin’s mouth latched onto your breast, sucking your nipple and swirling his tongue around it as his metal hand slipped into your pyjama bottoms, his cold fingers against your heat made you gasp, sending shivers down your spine and more goosebumps across your arms.
Your husbands lustfilled eyes bored into yours, staring at you as if you were something to eat.
Pulling away from your breast, Anakin planted a hungry, wet kiss on your lips and moved down your body, kissing and licking down your chest and stomach slowly, stopping at the waistband on your pyjamas.
You stared at Anakin’s face, his eyes twinkling and biting his lip, his other hand stroking himself through his trousers.
“You want me to eat out your cunt?” he growled, pulling down his own pyjama bottoms and tossing them across the room, freeing his erect cock which slapped against his lower abdomen.
Anakin’s hand reached down and took hold of his dick, he started to pump it, his eyes glued onto your desperate face.
You watched him pleasure himself and felt yourself get wet beneath him, warming up against his cool touch.
“I do,” you replied nervously.
“You do, what?” Anakin snapped “What do you want me to do?”
One of his fingers dragged up and down your folds before circling around you clit, you bit your lip, suppressing a moan.
“I want you to eat my cunt,” you said, your breath shaky.
Your husband smirked, clearly enjoying this.
He stopped pumping his cock and pulled your pyjama bottoms down your legs and off your ankles, tossing them to the floor. Anakin knelt down to lay on his stomach, lifting up your legs and putting them over his shoulders, pulling you closer, your pussy almost brushing against his soft, red lips.
Anakin spat onto your heat, his laces of saliva running down your clit and spilling down between your folds, joining together at your entrance hole, dripping onto the bed sheet. The feeling of his saliva against your most sensitive spot made you moan, giving you the urge to grab him by the hair so you could feed him your sex.
Anakin knew this, but you weren’t in control, not today.
Your husband attacked your clit, sucking on it, moving his head as he did so whilst two of his metal digits coated your hole with his spit, lubeing you up before pushing himself inside of you, your walls instantly adjusting to them and closing in around them.
You loved the feeling of his metal fingers stretch you open, you liked the cooling sensation they gave you, you loved how slick they were, how easily they could slide in and out.
Anakin’s tongue started to swirl around on your clit, bringing you instant pleasure.
“Ani-” you moaned “That feels so good!”
Anakin’s free hand went back to tugging at his length, pre-cum dripped from the tip which he spread across the head with his thumb, his moan vibrating against you. His two digits pumped inside of you in a slow yet deep rhythm, feeling you shuffle beneath him, he started to curl his fingers inside of you, beconking you to come to him.
As he did this, he started to kitten lick your pussy, dragging his long tongue up and down your clit and folds, soaking up your juices and spreading them all over your cunt and all over his lips.
“F-Fuck, Anakin-”
Switching up once again, Anakin slipped a third finger inside of you, your walls accepting him in and once again adjusting to his digits stretching you out. He picked up his pace and started to finger fuck you at great speed, his kitten-licks no longer slow and drawn out, but instead short and fast - stroking your most sensitive space.
Anakin could feel your walls tighten around him and your legs start to shake, your tummy began to tighten and you could feel yourself getting close.
Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched your husband devour you greedily, you were losing yourself beneath him.
“D-Don’t stop,” you panted, “Anakin, I-”
Anakin immediately stopped, he pulled out his slick metal fingers and pulled away from your heat, your juices and his saliva coating and dripping off his lips.
Your mouth dropped open, feeling betrayed by his actions.
With your legs still propped on his shoulders, Anakin bent over you and attacked your lips with his, pushing his tongue into your mouth, your juices spreading across your tongue. Anakin had to stop pumping his hard length or his seed would shoot onto your stomach, the fact that he made you could taste yourself made him twitch.
Pulling away you could barely form your words, still trying to process Anakin’s teasing and betrayal.
“Do you like that, my love?” he asked “Do you like the taste of yourself?”
The fluttering started again.
You were annoyed that he denied you of release, but how could you not continue to melt under him?
You swallowed hard, his lustfilled eyes drinking you “I love the taste of myself on your lips” you replied.
Anakin brought his three metal fingers up to your face, hovering in front of your lips. You looked at them and then back into his eyes before taking his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them, swallowing the mix of your juices and his saliva, cleaning his fingers.
Anakin’s head lolled back and he moaned, the sight of you sucking on his fingers making his cock throb painfully. He would fuck your face right there and then, but how would everyone know you were claimed if you swallowed his seed instead?
Your husband pulled his fingers from your mouth and spat on them, spreading his saliva across the entrance of your cunt before spreading more of his saliva on his large length, which made your mouth water… such a sight… such a beautiful sight.
Anakin lined his length at your entrance, one hand gripping the base, the other on your waist, he looked into your eyes and you nodded - causing him to slowly push himself inside of you.
Your eyebrows raised and your mouth dropped open again, and so did Anakin’s, the two of you moaning out - his big cock stretching you open, your walls tightening around him and swallowing him whole.
Once you adjusted to your husbands size, he started to fuck you, bucking his hips and holding your waist down onto him. The sound of you squelching with each trust he made only turned him on even more, which reasurred you as you felt slightly embarrassed.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Y/N,” he moaned “rearranging your guts sound so fucking hot.”
Your moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls in all directions.
“You see that?” he asked you, fucking you faster “I’m fucking you so deep.”
You could feel him penetrate you deeper, you stared down at your stomach, your eyes widening at the buldge - the outline of his large length so painfully visible you could run your hand over it.
“I can feel you in my tummy,” you stared to weep out in pleasure, “Anakin you’re so fucking big.”
Anakin smirked and a flash of pride spread across his face.
“How does it feel?” he asked lowly, groaning as he continued to fuck you “How does it feel knowing that I’m going to plant my seed in you so fucking deep.”
The way he spoke and the words he chose made your cunt start to strangle him.
“It feels so fucking good Anakin, pl-please cum in me.”
“Call me Master,” he demanded, he took his hand off your waist and held it out in front of you.
Your throat started to close as Anakin force choked you, the grip tightening around your throat, making you feel lightheaded and desperate for air.
“Y-Yes” you tried to speak, but couldn’t.
“Yes what?” Anakin glared, pounding you, the sound of him slamming echoing in the room.
“M-Ma-”
Anakin released his grip, bringing his hand back to your waist, beads of sweat across his body twinkled in the nightlight, his beautiful hair sticking to his forehead.
You gasped and coughed, trying to catch your breath, savouring the air your lungs so desperately desired, your head spinning.
“Master,” you managed to breathe out.
“I’m going to knock you up, that way you will be tied to me.” he panted “everyone will know what a dirty whore you are, spreading open your legs, allowing a celibate jedi to fuck you senseless.”
“Master,” you moaned “Master Skywalker - you will get into trouble-”
“Everyone will know you belong to me,” he growled “your tummy will be so fucking full and your cunt will be swollen by the time I am finished with you.”
Anakin couldn’t hold himself back for much longer, your walls strangling him and the sight of you weeping from pleasure was pushing him over the edge. You couldn’t hold back for much longer, either.
Anakin pressed down against the outline of his length through your tummy, the tip of his cock hitting and brushing against your G-Spot. Your head fell back and your back arched, your legs shaking upon his shoulders, a final moan escaping your lips.
“Master, I’m-”
As you released, Anakin choked you again, squeezing your throat, the sight of you desperate to breathe and the feeling of you gushing down his length made him at the point of release.
Anakin pounded you harder, deeper and faster, you moved your arms frantically, begging him to let go; he immediately stopped choking you and pushed himself deep inside of you, slashing your insides with his thick ropes of sperm, coating you.
Five minutes felt like eternity whilst you waited for your life and future to turn upside down.
You held the strange test in your hand, the two lines staring at you through the oval windows. More tears welled up in your eyes and started to stream down your soft cheeks.
“Oh dear,” C-3PO panicked “This isn’t good news, is it? How are we going to tell my maker?!”
You shook your head and started to laugh, “This isn’t bad news at all, and I’ll be telling Anakin myself.”
Your husband arrived back on Coruscant, and despite feeling exhausted after an agonising mission and endless lectures from his Jedi Master Obi-Wan, his heart excitedly skipped beats knowing that you would be in his arms within a matter of minutes.
Making his way to your apartment, he could sense something strange, another presence inside.
Did you have friends over? Were you consulting a medic? Fixing up a new droid or… or had fallen for someone else?
Anakin couldn’t wait to find out, so he burst in and found you alone on the sofa, sitting there nervously with a big smile on your face at his arrival.
“Ani!” you grinned, hurrying over to him, pushing yourself a little too fast “I’ve missed you so much!”
Your arms wrapped around him, and Anakin pulled you closer, his head resting on yours as he stroked your hair, closing his eyes.
Someone was here. Someone he was yet to meet.
“Are you okay?” he asked you, pulling away from the hug, looking around the room.
You noticed his movements and tugged on his hand, unable to contain your excitement or hide the news for much longer.
“Anakin, something happened whilst you were away.”
Your husbands face dropped.
“Y/N-”
You knew he was already overthinking.
“No, I’m- I’m pregnant, Ani.” you beamed, bringing his hand and placing it on your stomach “We’re having a baby.”
Anakin paused, feeling an immense amount of happiness explode inside of him. Against his palm, he could finally pin point the presence - the baby you made together, many nights ago.
You stared at your husband as his eyes that glued on your bump filled with tears, his other hand cupped your face and a smile spread across his lips.
“This- This is the happiest day of my life,” he said softly, pulling you in for a kiss.
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Anakin Skywalker Fic Recommendations
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Hi everyone!
I thought before posting my first ever Anakin Skywalker fic, it would be a wonderful idea to share a couple of the amazing ones I have read and enjoyed by some talented writers on here!
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Warnings: some fics include smut (18+) those that do will be noted with a *
• * Amuse Bouche, part 3 of Yes, Master series by @jedinightwrites
•Misunderstandingsby@chokemeanakin
• * Say My Nameby@chokemeanakin
•Another Chanceby@reginasansrex
• * ‘cause it feels goodby@c-a-v-a-l-r-y
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These prompts went unclaimed during my HP writing days, I have recycled them, ready for claiming if you want to include them in your Star Wars requests for me!
