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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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Through Thick and Thin - A.S
Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader
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About: When Obi-Wan learns of Anakin’s turn to the dark side, he goes to Y/N to try and find him; what he gets instead changes everything and Anakin gets the answers he’s been waiting for.
A/N: this is my first time writing in months, please be kind! Need to get back to my flow lol
Word Count: 2057
Warnings: murder, death, blood, mention of parent loss.
“He killed younglings, Y/N!” Obi-Wan stressed, pacing around the room “Tell me where he is, I beg you.”
You stared at your husbands Jedi Master, contemplating if you should tell him the truth - betraying your husband and revealing his whereabouts or to lie and protect him. After all, you knew what Obi-Wan was going to do.
You knew that Anakin was capable of taking lives, especially the lives of women and children after he murdered the Tusken Raiders - you weren’t afraid of him when he confessed and you certainly didn’t shame him for it; you could understand his anger, his hate, his need for revenge.
Anakin’s back was facing you, he stared at the wall, hot tears streaming down his face.
“I killed them.” he paused, catching his breath “I killed them all. They’re dead, every single one of them.”
Anakin slowly turned around to face you, his face stained with tears, his eyes glassy and red.
You stared at him, trying not to judge him for what he had done - knowing that if you did, you would be the biggest hypocrite known to man.
“And not just the men,” Anakin inched closer to you, shaking his head “but the women and the children too.”
You froze.
Women, like you.
Children, like the ones you adored at the Jedi Temple, children you dreamed of having with Anakin.
Part of you died hearing his confession, but you remembered how you felt when you were finally left alone in a room with your fathers killer. You too would’ve killed his wife and the other women and children in their village. You would wipe them all out.
“They’re like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals.” Anakin started to raise his voice, his pearly white teeth shining in the light “I hate them!”
Anakin dumped himself to the floor, bringing his knees to his chest, more tears falling from his eyes; you placed your hand against his face, wiping away his tears with your thumb.
“It’s okay to feel angry, it’s okay to hate them after what they did.” You said softly, casting circles on his cheek with your thumb.
“I’m a Jedi,” his eyes searched yours, his hand reaching for yours, holding it tightly “I know I’m better than this.”
You sighed, kissing his hand softly “Don’t let what you’ve done define you, Ani.”
“How can I come back from this?” He asked in frustration “How can I move forward if Obi-Wan is holding me back!”
“You find a way,” you encouraged him “even if it means going against him… and the council.”
“You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?” You asked quietly.
Obi-Wan didn’t answer, he swallowed hard and looked at the pale lilac carpet.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re going to be the death of me?”
“Don’t say that Master… You’re the closest thing I have to a father… I love you. I don’t want to cause you pain.”
“He has slain younglings, Y/N! I saw his callousness with my own eyes!” Obi-Wan raised his voice, “Anakin has sided with Palpatine! He’s the sith lord!”
You started to laugh, waving your hand.
‘Of course, Obi-Wan and the council are pinning this on Palpatine, making him the bad guy.’ you thought.
“It’s funny,” you speak up swinging your right leg over your left knee “you and the council painting Palpatine as evil.”
The Jedi Master stared at you in horror and couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth - his heart splitting into tiny fragments, the young girl he raised was defending the chosen one - the young boy who had grown up with bouts of pent up hate and anger, and turned to the dark side.
“Palpatine is the only person other than me who truly cares for Anakin, who never lectures him for his feelings, who never holds him back.”
Obi-Wan felt sick.
“I don’t know where he is,” you lied “even if I did, I’m not telling you.”
“Don’t make this harder for me than it needs to be,” Obi-Wan warned you, remembering the Jedi Code, pushing his memories with you and Anakin aside.
You didn’t flinch, instead, you sat back down on the sofa, staring at the beautiful sparkling wedding ring on your finger.
“I don’t want to go back,” you sighed, dragging your feet through inches of deep, sparkling snow “I’ve missed being home.”
Anakin nervously fidgeted with the ring box in his pocket, practising his words over and over and over, making sure he got them perfect, his body freezing, his hair full of snowflakes.
“I’m so thankful you came here with me, Ani.” You smiled, “My dad would’ve loved you.”
Realising that Anakin wasn’t following you, you stopped in your tracks and turned around, finding your boyfriend down on one knee.
“Ani-”
“From the day we met, I have never been able to shake you from my mind and heart.”
Your eyes filled with tears and your goggles started to steam up.
“I never got to ask for your father’s blessing, but that won’t stop me.”
You focused on the ring, realising it was the same one that your father always showed you as a child, with his plan to give to you in hopes that you would pass it on to your children.
“Y/N, my love, will you marry me?”
You nodded your head, removing your glove, exposing your warm skin to the freezing air that instantly started to nip at your skin.
“Yes,” you smiled, more tears falling from your eyes “I will marry you, Anakin.”
“Your father would be ashamed of you, you’re becoming the very thing he hated, you’re sleeping with the enemy!”
The rage you once felt started to ignite deep inside you as Obi-Wan tried to sour one of the greatest moments of your life.
You stood up, and walked over to him, staring him down.
“You know better than to bring up my father, Obi-Wan.”
Anakin tried to catch his breath, stumbling backwards in extreme pain, the sound of your screams ringing in his ears. You were hurt, probably dead with the amount of pain Anakin was experiencing.
His heart started pounding, his ears ringing, feeling sick to his stomach - you couldn’t be… could you?who could’ve done this? why?
“I have these nightmares…” Anakin opened up to you “what I see, happens.”
You stroked Anakin’s head, your fingertips massaging his scalp, your lips brushing against his neck.
“I had them about my mother before she died, I wasn’t strong enough to save her.”
You stopped massaging his scalp, and pulled away, looking into his blue eyes - full of tears that pooled up over his waterline.
“You are strong and you get even stronger the more you learn and experience,” you paused “I was strong - not strong enough to save my dad, but now I probably would’ve had a better chance of doing so. We move forward.”
Your fiance nodded his head, pursing his lips and kissing you softly, still emotional when he pulled away from the kiss.
“I don’t want to dream of you like that- I don’t want the nightmares - I can’t… I can’t lose you…”
You shook your head, cupping Anakin’s face in your hands “You won’t lose me, Ani.”
Anakin didn’t know but he would soon find out, killing the last of the separatist leaders on Mustafar, he boarded his ETA-2 Jedi Starfighter and set off in a hurry; desperate to find you.
You were in utter shock.
Your hands trembling, your forehead burning, the room closing in on you yet expanding at the same time and your throat like sandpaper from your constant screaming.
It all happened so fast - Obi-Wan striking for you, your leg being severed off faster than you could realise until you fell down and all you could feel was agonising pain, and the smell of burning flesh filling the room, the blood boiling in your veins.
You sat on the floor, your back propped up against the back of the sofa, dragging yourself across the floor proved difficult since you stopped practising your upper body workouts.
Looking across the room, your eyes landed on Obi-Wan, no longer breathing - how you did it? you didn’t know - you managed to take control, more power than you ever had in your life, your fury spitting inside of you begging for release.
Do you feel guilty? Now that you think about it, no.
Obi-Wan attempted to end your life and he would take Anakin’s life too.
Bringing the back of your hand up to your forehead, you wiped away the beads of sweat, your chest rising and falling.
Anakin jumped out of his Starfighter, his hood shielding his face, his long strides bringing him closer and closer to you, his eyes no longer a beautiful shade of blue, but like the two suns on Tatooine during sunset.
She can’t be. Y/N can’t be dead. Not now. Not ever.
Getting closer and closer, Anakin could sense death, pain, and suffering.
The door swung open as Anakin stormed in, searching for you frantically until his eyes landed on your amputated leg in the middle of the room, his face drained of all its colour.
Your screams came back to him, the searing sound of Obi-Wan’s lightsaber severing your leg, the loud thud as you fell to the floor and then the walls shaking, everything shaking, your yells, Obi-Wan’s voice breaking before his body dropped lifelessly to the floor.
Anakin glanced over to his Jedi Masters lifeless body and stared, his eyes burning holes into Obi-Wans back, wanting nothing more than to revive him just so he could have the pleasure of murdering him for what he had done to you.
You peeked your head out from behind the sofa, “Ani,” you winced, “I’m back here.”
Anakin rushed to your side, his eyes pouring with tears as he searched your face and body for more injuries; the sight of your wound hurt him deeply.
How could Obi-Wan do this to you? How could anyone do such a thing to the chosen one’s wife?
“Are you-are you-”
“Ani,” you tried to calm him down breathlessly “just my leg, nothing-nothing else.”
Anakin scooped you into his arms as gently as he could, you held onto him for support, moving one of your arms around his neck, your tear-stained face hiding in his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your ear comforting you.
“I thought you were dead,” Anakin croaked, carrying you away, his robes hiding you in his arms.
“Obi-Wan came to me, he needed to know where you were so he could kill you,” you admitted, “he told me that you killed younglings.”
Anakin slowed down, you pulled your head out of his chest and looked into his eyes.
“Did you believe him?” Anakin asked, his tone harsh.
You paused for a moment, slightly afraid that Anakin might drop you.
“I know that you have killed children before,” you replied quietly, “he told me that Palpatine is the sith lord… that you are his apprentice-”
“What do you think of Palpatine?” Anakin’s eyes rummaged through yours.
She can’t turn against me - she won’t. I won’t let her.
“I think that he’s the only other person aside from me who has ever encouraged you to show your emotions, to use them to make you stronger.”
Anakin’s eyes fixed on your face like glue “what if he is the sith lord, and I have joined him? what would you think of me”
You sighed, closing your eyes, imagining the perfect life with your husband; you and him never in harms way, children of your own growing up without a clue of what it’s like to lose a parent, to be a slave.
“I would encourage you to overthrow him, and together you and I can rule the galaxy,”
You opened your eyes, everything coming back to you, your father’s death, how it felt to slaughter a whole family.
“make things the way we want them to be.”
Anakin gripped onto you tightly, a prideful grin spreading across his face.
“Everyone turned against me but you.” He said softly, kissing you.
“What if you hate what I become?” your boyfriend stressed, pacing up and down.
“I could never hate you, Anakin,” you walked over to him, linking your arm with his metal one"I’ll be with you through thick and thin.“
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Anakin Skywalker Fic Recommendations
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Hi everyone!
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