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Chapter VI

A Jedi Knight. 

Those three words made your head spin as the pounding of your heart against your ribcage increased and grew louder. 

You were finally a Jedi Knight. 

After years of sleepless nights and training sessions that made your muscles clench painfully and your bones to ache; you had finally achieved the one thing you had dedicated your entire life to. 

The Jedi Council had decided that after risking your life and taking a bullet for the Chancellor; followed by your courageous performance during your mission on Alderaan with Anakin- where you had aided with the capture of the Republic’s number one wanted man, Count Dooku, Jedi Trials were of no need- for you had proved yourself enough. 

“Strong, is the Force with you, Padawan Y/N,” Master Yoda quipped as you stood before the Council; head bowed respectively as they declared the news to you. 

“Thankful, you must be, for young Skywalker taught you well.” 

You remained calm and collected at the sound of his name. Casting your mind shields, you straightened your back as you turned to look at the great Masters sitting around you. 

“I will not fail you.” 

“We know, Y/N. The Council has faith in you,” Obi-Wan voiced, his fingers grazing his beard nonchalantly. 

Anakin stood beside you stoically, a hard expression on his face, hands clasped behind his back. 

He waited for everyone to congratulate you before walking beside you and his former Master out into the hall. 

“Anakin, Y/N, I do hope we’ll meet later tonight for a drink. An opportunity for a free night is hardly present in a Jedi’s life,” Obi-Wan said; a smile stretching out on his face. 

“Definitely,” you chimed in gleefully, an aura of confidence expelled from your Force signature as the revelation of your new rank still rang in your ears. 

Anakin nodded, the ghost of a smile disappearing just as rapidly as it had appeared. 

“Well then, it is settled. I will see you later,” Obi-Wan nodded towards them before quietly excusing himself as he returned to the High Council Chamber. 

You breath hitched in your throat as you felt Anakin gently tuck at your arm, blue eyes glinting mischievously. 

“Let me congratulate you, my former Padawan,” he muttered, walking ahead of you towards your quarters as you dreamily followed. 

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Your back collided with the front door before you even had the chance to completely close it. 

Your lips were captured in his, stifled moans escaping from both of your mouths. The frigid sensation of his gloved, metal hand locked around your wrist made you feel vulnerable in the most delirious of ways. 

Anakin backed you up against the iron surface of your door with another slam; completely closing up the space between you. He kissed you senseless and pulled away only when both of your lungs were on the brink of collapsing. 

“Say my name,” he drawled against your lips, pearl teeth capturing your bottom lip as his tongue dragged against your flesh. Automatically, the sound of his name dripped out of your mouth like melted molten. It awoke a flame within Anakin he so desperately attempted to suppress. 

Suddenly, his powerful grip latched onto your thighs, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you onto the bed, gently laying you down before hovering over you. You felt the hardness of his arousal press against the side of your inner thigh. His lips soundly pressed against your throat, nipping at your skin lightly as you sinfully slurred out his name. 

“When you let me take you- all of you- I’ll have you feel like the most precious gem in the entire Galaxy,” Anakin sighed against your skin, eyes piercing into yours as his hands dragged against your quivering, clothed self. You swallowed hard as his lips brushed against your ear; one of his fists lost in the pools of hair surrounding your head. 

“My empress, I am devoted to you,” Anakin purred out, slipping his eyes shut as the sudden urge to mold his lips into yours extensively overwhelming him.

You arched your back into him- hips grazing hips. The sound of his shaky breaths were enough to make your eyes want to roll into the back of your head. Unbeknownst to you, you somehow managed to flip your positions with Anakin-his cobalt eyes widening with curiosity.

Ever since you began exploring your secret relationship with Anakin; you knew that you needed to have a talk. After finally bringing yourself to sit down with him, one quiet evening after a dreadfully boring mission; you admitted to the General that you’ve never been intimate with another man. 

To your surprise, he voiced how incredibly pleased he was and that it did not matter to him. He had then pulled you into his chest and lowly sighed out how thrilled he was knowing that you were to be with him and no one else- from chaste kisses to more carnal deeds. 

Anakin placed a hand behind his head as he gazed up at you, drinking in the sight of your flushed face that seemed to look like the most intricate painting ever created; the sunset’s pastel pigments highlighting your blush and the sharpness of your features. 

You too, couldn’t help but dreamily observe your lover in the sun’s colorful waves of farewell. Anakin’s chestnut locks were plastered against his forehead, lips swollen and red. His cheeks glowed with the same pinkish tint that shaded your own as his free hand roamed up your body, settling against your bruised lips. You stared at each other in awe- afraid that this was all a mere dream- all too good to be true. 

You leaned forward and kissed him deeply, parting slightly to his discontent.

“I am utterly content knowing that you are the only man to see me in such a manner,” you sighed out, your voice a decibel above a whisper. 

“As am I, myalluring precious,” Anakin purred out, flashing you a grin that was specially reserved…for you.

You laced your fingers through his soft hair before pushing his bangs out of his face, whispering sweet nothings as you trailed a finger over his scar. 

“We must get ready before Obi-Wan finds us in my sheets,” you murmured aloud, the thirst for Anakin infinite. His dilated pupils rolled as he sat up, metal hand immediately pressing against the small of your back to secure you onto his lap. 

“I agree. That would be…awkward to say the least.” 

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” you heartily laughed, only to be silenced by his soft lips against yours. You wished with your entire being to be able to skip your rendezvous with Obi-Wan, but he was right. Not many Jedi had the chance to boast about being gifted with a free evening. It happened once in a blue moon. 

Carefully, you hoisted yourself off of his incredibly comfortable lap before heading to the door. 

“Thank you for all the lessons, Master,” you said to him, voice low and seductive. You caught the glare he sent your way. 

“Don’t test me, Y/N,” Anakin threatened before kissing your lips sweetly; the Force opening the door for him. You chuckled at his leisureliness; knowing very well that this was one of the many broken Jedi lessons that would be kept undisclosed .

“I’ll see you later, Skywalker,” you blew him a quick kiss to which he replied with a playful smirk. 

You watched as he strode off towards his quarters, his dark cloak swaying with his footsteps; force signature oozing with dominance and intimidation. 

You shivered. 

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A/N 

Hey there! As I stated in the reply sent to the anon asking about my story update; when I opened my laptop to continue w/ the chapter; it was completely wiped out :) 

Serves me right for writing the chapters on Tumblr text instead of word  but whatever, I just spent an hour rewriting everything. To be fair, it was supposed to continue onwards but I decided to close the chapter off here and so the other chapter will be a direct continuation. 

Thank you to EVERYONE hyping me up, reblogging and liking my story! 

P.S. From now on, I’ll be tagging the chapters with the hashtag of the fic’s name so it’s easier for you to find it bc a bitch doesn’t know how to create a masterlist :) I’m not sure if I’m making any sense, its 3am omg gn ! 

till next time <3 

EnVy 

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Chapter V

Many weeks had passed after the eventful night in your quarters. 

After that evening, it was as though your stares at each other had become more heated and the urge to touch him seemed more overwhelming. Training had become more bearable as you so the growing respect Anakin began to have towards you. Pride swelling in your chest as your heart beat faster. 

Instead of casually leaning against a pillar, Anakin would actively train beside you. If you needed any help, he would place his hands on your body, strategically moving your limbs around to succumb to the correct stance. He would mutter instructions in your ears, in a type of way that would leave your whole body peppered in goosebumps.  

But, that was all it was- lingering looks and dreamy endeavors. You sighed as you sunk into your chair, the lull of Anakin’s Corellian G9 Rigger-class light freighter engines groaning as the spacecraft zoomed through hyperspace. Anakin glanced at you from his peripheral vision, his lips tucking upwards into a sly smirk. You raised a brow. 

“Is my flying boring you?” He quipped as a pool of similar stars surrounded them; signifying how much closer they were to their destination.

“No, but sitting around doing nothing is,” you retorted, fingers lazily twirling at the ends of your hair. Anakin craned his neck as he turned to face you- dark, sea-blue eyes staring humorously at you. 

“Ah, interesting. Even though last night you begged me to let you retire from training sooner so you can ‘relax’ before our mission. I see,” he laughed, silently accepting your playful scowl as an appropriate response. 

Even though you seemed to be on good terms; earlier you had gotten into a fight. You pleaded for Anakin to let you fly them to Alderaan as word had revealed that Count Dooku was preparing for something terrible to happen. You were to travel with your master, capture Dooku and bring him before the Jedi Council. Tension was bubbling back in Coruscant as secessionist propaganda began stirring around the levels. Star systems had begun seceding from the Galactic Republic, pledging their allegiance to the Confederacy of Independent Systems. This had begun burdening the Jedi Council greatly. As the Confederacy of Independent Systems grew slowly; time rapidly became highly valuable as no one knew when the next planned attack would befall. Hence, arresting Count Dooku was a current, number one priority. 

In any case, Anakin had irritated you even more as he stubbornly denied you the pleasure of flying the ship. But you quietened down, knowing from first-person experience how much General Skywalker loved his time controlling the spacecraft. If you were being completely honest with yourself- it was kind of cute. 

“Let’s just get this over with,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as Anakin flipped a couple of switches on, soundly telling you to help him begin the landing process. You complied to your master’s wishes, leaning forward to tap the buttons laying in front of you on the elongated, sleek dashboard of his ship. 

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The opening groaned as it declined downwards, creating the path connecting between the metal spacecraft and the green lands of Alderaan. Following Anakin’s suit, you stepped onto the grass; the blanket of gravel crunching under the pressure of your boots. He had landed on a tiny opening surrounded by a forest of intimidating trees- an attempt to conceal the huge, silver Freighter craft. You parted ways slightly as you decided to explore the environment surrounding you; only to run back to him when he whistled at you. 

“Look,” he pointed to the ground, the clear sight of fresh footsteps scarring the earth before your eyes. You bit your lip. 

“Seems like he isn’t travelling alone.” 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he had his own droid army. Dooku is intelligent; he knows we’re coming for him. Our advantage is that we now know where to find him,” Anakin muttered bitterly, running a hand through his hair before reaching to touch your shoulder. 

“Let’s just follow the trail and see where it leads us.” 

You raised a brow in question. “If he indeed has an army protecting him, don’t you think we’d need some back up?” 

Anakin sent you a cocky smirk; already taking the lead as he continued onward. 

“Please. It’s nothing we can’t take.” 

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“I’m…waiting…for…an…apology,” you yelled out, lightsaber sizzling at the contact it continuously made with the shots sent your way. 

“Fine,” Anakin bellowed back as his own weapon single-handedly slashed through three different droids before deflecting his own fair share of shots. “I apologize…we should’ve…called for…backup,” he pushed out through gritted teeth, lightsaber decapitating any droid standing in his way as he advanced towards Dooku, who eagerly watched the young Jedi General and his Padawan demolish his supposed ‘protectors’. 

You weren’t necessarily angry at the turn of events. You just knew that if Anakin had listened to you earlier and called for backup- getting to Count Dooku would’ve been a much easier job. Unfortunately, it seemed as though your overly-confident master possessed too much faith in the both of you. But, that made you fight harder as a feeling of warmth spread through your body; the butterflies in your stomach fighting a battle of their own. 

When you noticed Dooku pulling out his own lightsaber; you realized how close Anakin was to him. Instead of hurrying towards him, you continued engaging in combat with the droids, your dominant hand doing all the work with your lightsaber as your other hand reached out to pull out your Holopad; fumbling to contact Master Obi-Wan as your eyes stayed trained on the enemy before you. 

“Hello, Padawan Y/N, have you encountered a problem?” Obi-Wan’s voice echoed through the device, the blue flicker of his silhouette glitching and oscillating as you held onto it tightly. 

“Well, Master, yes and no,” you grunted out as you firmly gripped onto your weapon, another shot  bouncing off the blazing blade and through the chest of the attacker droid. Not only were you currently focusing on the group of droids charging at you, but you could also hear Anakin growling as he engaged in a one-on-one fight with Count Dooku. 

“Good news is that we found Dooku…Anakin is currently preoccupied with him..bad news is that we jumped into action… too quickly…we probably need some backup.” 

You heard Obi-Wan click his tongue before sighing. “Ah Anakin, stubborn as always. I’ll be there soon.” His profile disperses and he ends the line of communication. 

You give out a great yell in frustration as the number of droids continue growing. Lucky for you, they were the slow ones- that needed so much as a push to knock them out. Seeing as the Force was eternally with you, you used it to literally shoved a line of them backwards, smirking widely when you heard them clash into their incoming subordinates.

After what seemed like eternity, Obi-Wan and a few other spacecrafts landed near the abandoned, droid-occupied mansion you were currently fighting for your life in. When the responsibility of struggling against an entire fleet of droids had finally been lifted off of your chest, you sprinted towards your master and Dooku. 

You watched as flashes of azure blue clashed with the crimson blood-red color of Dooku’s lightsaber. You wanted to jump in. 

“No, Y/N, let mefinish this piece of space filth,” Anakin barked out at you. For a split second, his eyes met yours, a dangerous fire burning in his pupils. 

“Master, you needn’t have to kill him. Let the Council deal with him,” you called back, cunningly twirling the saber in your hand as you got into a threatening stance- ready to pounce and intervene at any second. 

“Yes,Anakin, do listen to that beautifulPadawan of yours. If something were to happen to you- don’t worry- I’ll take goodcare of her,” Dooku drawled out, his voice sickly venomous as Anakin’s expression contorted into one displaying pure, lucid rage. In the blink of an eye, Anakin twisted his saber, slicing through something that had resulted Dooku in expelling a piercing screech of pain. 

He fell to the ground, hand clutching at his other hand; as part of his limb fell beside him. Blood pooled around the Sith; soaking into his cloak as he stayed on his knees, head dropped. 

“That’s for what happened during our last encounter and for the fact that you can’t watch your tongue,” Anakin declared poisonously as he strode towards the fallen man; roughly picking him up and dragging him towards your spacecraft. You walked behind them, stopping shortly to talk to Obi-Wan as his clone-troopers fought off the last of the droids. 

“Congratulations on your successful mission, Y/N. Anakin has taught you well. Go back to Coruscant with him, deliver Dooku to the Council and I’m sure that you should be expecting good news soon regarding your elevation into Knighthood,” Obi-Wan pointedly stated, a smile of contentedness and pride plastered onto his face. You respectfully bowed before hurrying back to your spacecraft. 

“Thank you, Master Obi-Wan. I’ll see you soon.” 

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After making sure Dooku doesn’t bleed out on your way back to Coruscant; you slumped back down next to Anakin; lazily stretching your arms outwards. 

The Freighter spacecraft was currently floating through space, the constellations rapidly changing every single second. 

Anakin had been unusually quiet.

“Anakin, are you okay?” You whispered as you examined his strained expression. He gave you a quick glance before looking away. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Are you okay?” 

“I am. I hope you’re not mad that I sent Obi-Wan our coordinates.” 

He absentmindedly shook his head, his pale face causing you to bubble up with worry. 

That’s when you noticed the deep gash drawn up from his chest, all the way to the end of his shoulder. You gasped. 

“You’re hurt! Why didn’t you say-” 

“I’m fine,” Anakin replied firmly and if these were circumstances in which neither of you were hurt- you would have closed your mouth and not pressed on. But, he was wounded and you couldn’t just sit there and thrive in ignorance. 

“No, you’re not. Let me help you,” you stoically retorted back, standing abruptly before heading to retrieve the ship’s medical kit. Anakin’s loud, disinterested sigh filled in the silence between you. 

Trembling hands clutched onto the equipment as you realized that now you had to get to his skin. Anakin finally turned to arch a brow at you; knowingly waiting for you to tell him what to do next. 

“Can you…can you please take off your robe and tunic?” You mumbled out, cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. A satisfied Anakin smirked before wincing as he tried to untangle himself out of his clothing. 

“Since you’re asking nicely…although I think I need help with that too,” he offered in a low, raspy voice as you uneasily looked down at him. 

Seeing as there was no other way to move forward without peeling his clothes off of him; you sucked in a deep breath before moving to stand in between his legs. Your slim fingers gently unclasped the hook of his robe; letting it flow over the side of his seat. Carefully pulling at the fabric of his black tunic, you freed it from the grasps of the dried blood before tucking it over his head and onto your seat. Your eyes widened at the solidness of his chest. The way his muscles flexed at every breath he took. You admired him for a second longer; before your eyes fell onto the deep cut that seemed to be Dooku’s doing. 

Anakin shivered as the cold air in their spaceship stroked his bare flesh; but also because he noticed your staring. Swallowing hard, his fought the urge to bite down on his lip and do something the Council had classed as forbidden for any Jedi. He watched you through hooded eyes as you rubbed bacta solution on his wound, wincing here and there if the pain increased. Deep down, he thanked Dooku for doing him this favor. 

You avoided Anakin’s heated stare that drilled through your skull. But that completely juxtaposed your next action as you absentmindedly lowered yourself onto his lap, making it easier for you to work on his wound. He bit back the groan that threatened to escape through his lips. Both of your force signatures had darkened, filled with signs of forbidden want. 

He propped his knees in an effort to make it more comfortable for you, which caused you to look into his darkened pupils and raise a brow. 

“I can sense you, you know?” He growled out, his uninjured, metallic hand finding comfort at the curve of your waist as he gave you a squeeze. You jumped at his touch, your chest rising and falling at a quick pace- similar to Anakin’s. 

“I can sense you too,” you countered as Anakin’s gaze flickered to your lips. 

“I’m not sure when in the galaxy this happened; but the sight of you fighting off all those droids today was incredibly appealing,” he purred out, head cocking to the side as you brushed your fingers through his hair. You leaned in, lips brushing against his ear. 

“I guess you should thank my master for teaching me how to fight like that.” 

Without a warning, Anakin’s hand grabbed at your throat as he pulled you in- crashing his lips into yours. You moaned into his mouth, immediately retaliating as your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer. He bit your bottom lip, making you sigh out a moan- and he utilized that to his advantage as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was everything you had imagined it to be. 

Butterflies burned your insides, your heart was racing at a speed that was twice faster than the Freighter you were on and the sweet taste of his full lips against yours made you fully straddle him. 

Anakin groaned as his fingers found refuge between the locks of your hair. He aggressively pulled your head to the side, planting sloppy, wet kisses on the corner of your lips before moving down the side of your jaw and onto your throat. You craned your neck to give him easier access, your own fingers rushing to latch onto his long, brown curls. 

When he finally pulled away, you were both breathing heavily, the ecstasy of desire clouding your heads. Anakin looked smugly at you, feeling proud that you looked so disheveled all because of him. Your pouted lips were a prime, swollen red color. Your eyes were hooded with a longing appetite that he had previously only gotten to see as a rare glance sent his way. 

“Anakin,” you whispered softly as you brushed his bangs out of his face. He pressed a finger against your lips, gently silencing you. 

“Don’t, Y/N. I’ve been waiting for a while to do something like this. Your force signature- no matter how much you tried to conceal it from me- it made me go insane as I sensed this carnal urge coming from you too.”

“But…this is wrong. The Council-” 

“Yeah, this sort of thing is forbidden. But, above all, we are human. We are unable to suppress such feelings. It’s in our nature. If there’s a code that forbids attachments; then we can simply ignore it and decide what to do by ourselves. Y/N, no one must know,” Anakin explained in a soft, low voice- his fingers mindlessly playing with a lock of your hair. You pursed your lips, afraid that if you drown in the pleasures of living an enigmatic fantasy with Anakin; you will both get into trouble. 

But then again, as Anakin used to always say during training- “Codes are created so they can ignored and broken.” 

You rested your palms at the side of his face, kissing him sweetly, as opposed to the intense and passionate first kiss you had shared a moment ago. 

“I trust you with my life, Anakin. I can’t keep trying to hide my force signature from you. If this is what our destiny has stored for us, then who am I to try and deny us of that path?” 

He flashed you a wide smile, pulling you in for a kiss that had completely wiped out the entire galaxy from your mind. 

It was just you and him. 

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A/N 

Thanks for all the love and support you’re all sending me via reading my story :) 

I’m not sure if I’m entirely happy with this chapter, but I just wanna let you know that just because they kissed once doesn’t mean that now I’m gonna make their love story easier ;) 

Till next time, 

EnVy

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Chapter IV

“Y/N…” 

Much to your reluctance, you opened your eyes, hissing soundly as the brightness of the light above you burned your irises. 

After recollecting yourself, you tried once more, this time slower. The medication had slurred reality with your mind, the effect taking its sweet time to ware off. 

“Anakin?” You mumbled out, your voice sounding off in the far distance. You heard someone awkwardly clear their throat out before they stepped closer to your cot. 

“I’m afraid Anakin is not present, Padawan L/N. How are you feeling?” Obi-Wan’s voice fluttered around you, each syllable slowly pronounced clearer and clearer. You groaned, head pounding ferociously. If whatever pierced through you didn’t manage to kill you; this headache seemed to have wanted to do exactly that.

“I’m…fine. What happened?”

Master Obi-Wan pursed his lips tightly, the crease between his brows deepening as you sensed his mind distantly recalling the disasters that made up the eve of the Chancellor’s celebratory event. 

“Well, you saved the Chancellor’s life. Unbeknownst to how the attacker stayed unnoticed between Anakin and I; your quick reflexes and selfless persona caught sight of him and you swung yourself before the Chancellor, taking the shot.” 

You glanced down at the plaster-white bandage twisted around your waist. You ran your fingers along the material, trying to feel where the wound was, but Obi-Wan gently moved your hand away. 

“Let it heal. The plasma energy shot at you missed your stomach by a few mere inches. It’s a deep wound, but lucky for us all, no significant organ was damaged. You’ve been in and out of sleep trances for the past few days, thanks to the medication. But, that is only because when it happened, the shot sent you into shock and we needed to stabilize you as quickly as possible,” Obi-Wan explained, smiling sadly down at your exhausted facade. 

You nodded, running a hand through your hair. “I understand. Thank you for explaining. May I ask where my Master is?” You tried controlling your tone, but the mention of Anakin sent a jolt of electricity through to your heart. Obi-Wan looked away, concealing his hands between the sleeves of his robe. 

“I’m afraid, he left Coruscant. Once this all happened, Anakin decided to take on a mission; leaving without even telling me. Do not take offence, dear Y/N. Anakin probably did it in an attempt to deal with the traumas of that night. After all, losing a Padawan would hurt just as much as it does losing a Master,” he offered apologetically as your face strained into a hurt scowl. “Please, get some rest,” Obi-Wan continued, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder before departing the Jedi Temple’s medical bay. 

You sighed loudly, feeling deeply disappointed that Anakin had left so abruptly. Did he not care about you enough to wait a day or two until you woke up? Did he despise you that much? 

Questions rolled in and out of your mind as you glared up at the ceiling; the medical machinery around you beeping loudly. You were so deep in your hurt thoughts; you barely even noticed the medical droid that popped into your room to check your vitals and change your bandages. 

Another two days passed and your only hobby seemed to be staring into the void of your room’s ceiling. Sometimes, Obi-Wan would come by- try to make you laugh or just keep you company- the fear of losing you to insanity all too real for him. 

You denied the food they were giving you- claiming that exhaustion was taking the best out of you. But really, it was the unforgiving sadness and disappointment caused by the fact that your Master wasn’t present beside you during these new, hard times. You spitefully began missing his irritating jokes and how insulted he would get if you said anything about his job as a general and Jedi. 

But alas, time passed by and you were finally allowed to check out of the medical bay and return to continue your healing in your quarters. 

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Walking through the Temple seemed a mission on its own, as people stared and spoke in hushed voices as you passed by. Nonetheless, you kept your head high as you wordlessly made your way back to your quarters. But, your pacing slowed as you felt the Force ripple around you, sensing someone you were all too familiar with. 

Anakin. 

You followed the Force, palms sweating as your mind raced with thoughts that mixed with the various emotions flowing through your blood vessels. 

However, when you saw him engaging in a deep conversation with Senator Padmé Amidala; all these confusing emotions seemed to be quickly replaced by a stab of sadness and something else. 

Something that made your heart clench a certain way. 

Though you knew it wasn’t the right thing to do; you ignored your consciousness as you walked closer to them, trying to pick up on what they were saying. Alas, they were too far away- but you could tell that they were having a deep conversation about something that made Anakin frown at her apologetically as she persistently attempted to get him to respond back. 

He stepped back, eyes catching sight of his Padawan. His customary tight expression was replaced by a soft contortion as he excused himself and began striding towards you. Senator Amidala’s gaze followed him wordlessly; shifting towards you as a sigh escaped her lips. You had always felt as though there had been something going on between her and your master. Alas, you were in no position to question Anakin about his personal life. 

“Y/N,” Anakin began gingerly, earning an ice-cold shoulder from your behalf as you marched past him; stomach clenching uncomfortably. 

Without turning to look back, you hurried towards your initial destination- the comforts of your bleak quarters. You needed to be as far away from him as possible, afraid that you’ll unleash the wrath that was entirely directed towards him. 

Right as you slammed the door of your room; it rudely snapped open- revealing the one individual you had tried escaping from. 

“What was that for?” Anakin growled out angrily, blowing the door shut behind him. 

You stood in the center of your room, your back facing him as you glared out of your window and into the commotion happening on the air traffic routes. 

When your silence became his apparent answer; Anakin gritted his teeth and advanced towards you, the weight of his hand on your shoulder holding you hostage as he tried twisting you around to face him. 

“Don’t touch me,” you snapped, stepping away from him as you shrugged his hand off of you. Anakin widened his eyes before trying to calm himself, the Force between you prodding at the growing pressure building in the room. 

“Why are you acting like a child?” He said calmly, voice giving away the shake of irritation and anger he was trying to hide, but to no avail. 

You shook your head, letting out a cold, humorless chuckle. 

“I bet Jedi business with Senator Amidala and everything else for that matter will always be a top priority. Why was I stupid enough to expect my own Master waiting for me to wake up in the medical bay?” You were thankful that you were facing the other way; although it would have probably made you feel better when the sound of your words left a hurt expression on the features of your young master. 

“Is this what it’s all about? If you really want to know, I was-” 

“Yeah yeah. General Skywalker went on a super dangerous mission to try and please the Council so they can see that you are perfectly able of earning the ‘Master’ ranking without having to train a Padawan. Good for you. Congratul-” You harshly interrupted him, waving your hand in the air nonchalantly. 

What caught you by surprise was how Anakin took that to his advantage as he grabbed hold of your wrist- roughly pulling you to finally face him. That completely stripped you of your confidence as you stared up at him- eyes wide and filled with bewilderment. Your noses were so close to brushing as he bitterly looked into your eyes; jaw clenching and unclenching firmly. 

“Be quiet!” He barked, making you wince as the roughness of his loud voice pierced your eardrums. 

“Why do you always have the tendency to paint me as the bad guy? Sure, I thought that I didn’t needa Padawan- but here we are. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I left Coruscant to follow the fool who shot you? Oh no, you can’t possibly put that through your thick head because ‘I don’t take you and your training seriously and there’s always something more important than you.’ Well, think again,” he spat out, brusquely letting go of your wrist before running a hand through his hair. 

Tears threatened to pool into your eyes as you stubbornly stared at the floorboard; the sound of Anakin pacing back and forth causing frustration to overwhelm you. 

“I’m sorry, Anakin.” 

He halted in his footsteps, the feeling of his deep-blue eyes boring into your self. 

“Yeah, you really should be.” 

You both stood stationary, neither of you facing each other. You tried to apologize again mentally, but he manipulated the Force to push you out of his mind. You sighed, your chest constricting as you turned to face him. 

Anakin looked ridiculously tall in your tiny quarters, it almost made you chuckle. His head was bent downwards, staring at his boots, fists clenched tightly into punches. You slowly- almost cautiously- walked to stand beside him, the moonlight blended with the series of lights emitted from the buildings in front of you lighting up both of your faces. You couldn’t help but notice the twinge of hurt and pain concealed behind his deep frown as he refused to look down at you. 

“I’m so sorry, Ani. I shouldn’t have been so ignorant.” 

Maybe it was the rawness behind your soft voice; or maybe it was the use of his nickname that you would often play with when you want to mess with him; that made Anakin finally shift his solid gaze onto you. You held onto your breath as you waited for him to say something. Anything. 

“I’m sorry too.” 

Shaking your head, you locked eyes with him- the action burning you from the inside out. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” 

“That’s not true. I left you without saying a word. It wasn’t very ‘Jedi’ of me to let my anger control me…but the only thing that filled my mind was how badly I wanted to hunt this person down and harm him…for hurting you,” Anakin said in a low voice, eyes dropping to your bandages framed by your Jedi robes. 

You were about to say something as you opened your mouth, but Anakin continued, his fingers brushing your jawline. “I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something had happened to you.” 

All you could do was stare at him. You gaze swept across his troubled face- his scar, his knitted eyebrows, his pursed lips, his defined jawline, his messy hair. You gave into his touch, head tilting towards his fingers, a silent plead to strengthen the calloused pressure of his caressing. 

His hand moved his fingers, trailing an invisible map from the side of your face- and for a split second- to your lips before continuing onward to your throat. He let out a shaky breath, swallowing hard before letting go of you- too soon for your liking. He noticed the discontent his action brought into you; but stayed silent, his blue eyes seeking yours- the intensity making you feel as though he was memorizing every perfection, every imperfection that made you up. 

“Get some rest, Y/N, I’ll come see you tomorrow. Good night,” Anakin whispered to you softly, his gruff voice sounding like velvet as it trickled through you. 

You let go of a breath, (E/C) hues following his frame as he walked towards the door. You couldn’t help the vibration of his name escape your lips as he turned to face you, in question. 

“You know, if our roles had reversed that night, I would have reacted the same way.” 

That made him smile, the dim light coming through your windows revealing the gleam in his eyes. 

“I know.” 

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A/N 

Omg, this chapter is definitely one of my favs at the moment. I’m currently midway through rewatching ‘Revenge of the Sith’ but I’m very much avoiding the ending bc if I don’t watch it…  ✨ it never happened ✨ 

But anyway, I can’t believe that today I got noticed by one of my favoriteaccounts on this app @anakinswhore omfg the fact that you read and REBLOGGED my story means the world to me, bb!! I can promise you that when I finally write their smut scene (whenever that happens hehehe), I’ll dedicate it to u! 

Thank you to everyone who’s read, liked and reblogged the story up to now- much love

till next time ;) 

EnVy

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Chapter III 

Anakin was 22. You were 18. 

Maybe it was due to the fact that you were so close in age- which often caused you both to forget your Padawan/Master relationship. Surely, this was why you began yelling at him, scolding him for tripping you in the hallway. Anakin smirked, trying to find reasoning behind his premature actions. 

“A Jedi must never lose themselves in their thoughts. What if my leg was actually a lightsaber aiming to cut your leg off, hm?” He raised a brow as you allowed yourself to roll your eyes. You lowered your mental shields, letting him hear a roll of colorful insults aimed his way. 

That made him pause and glare at you; but before he could answer- Obi-Wan Kenobi’s presence lingered around you. 

“Anakin, Padawan Y/N- I’m hoping you’re both not wasting your time bickering with each other. Tonight, Chancellor Palpatine is organizing an evening of celebrations- in honor of commemorating the Republic’s great advancement in the war. We are expected to guard him,” Obi-Wan stated, his glance shifting from you to his former Padawan. You exchanged looks with Anakin. 

When neither of you said anything, Master Obi-Wan cleared his throat before flashing a smile your way. 

“No questions? Wonderful! Then I must leave you to prepare. I have a meeting with the Council regarding some matters that need to be straightened out before tonight.” With that, he turned to his heels, his cloak gliding behind him. 

You let go of a breath you didn’t seem to notice was trapped in your airways. Anakin sensed your agitation as he folded his arms across his chest.

“What’s the matter? You’re able to mock and challenge your master to a fight, but you’re getting all queasy because you’ll be working at a party?” He huffed out, grinning widely as his ocean-blue eyes swept across you. 

You pursed your lips. “Well, you’re forgetting the fact that you’remy master- you make my job of irritating the stars out of you very easy…by just being yourself.” You ignored the way Anakin scowled at you as he tried to retaliate from your insult. “As for tonight, of course I’m nervous. The responsibility of protecting the Chancellor is something I never knew I’d have to take up as an assignment,” your gaze fixed itself upon the top of your black boots, your stance stiffening as you felt the weight of Anakin’s hand press against your shoulder. 

“The Council has faith in you…I have faith in you. Besides, Obi-Wan and I will be there with you. It’s just a safety precaution. I’m sure everything will go smoothly,” he reassured you, the intensity of his stare burning through you. You swallowed, smiling meekly up at him as he gives your shoulder a squeeze, his fingers slowly trailing off of you before he walked off. 

You stood there, mental shields up, wordlessly questioning the quick flutter your heart gave away at your Master’s touch. 

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Air traffic did not disperse as the sun waved goodbye to the planet lying in the heart of the Galaxy. 

You busied yourself that entire evening with preparing for the celebration. Your boots were polished, lightsaber shining as you worked on smoothing out your hair. Instead of keeping it up, you pinned a few of your (H/C) front strands to the back of your head, allowing the rest of your locks to pour over your shoulders.  

Obi-Wan told you that although you weren’t going to the celebration to enjoy yourself; you were to all look formal and presentable. 

So, instead of wearing your usual white robes and copper-colored cloak; you settled for your long, charcoal tunic. Your eminently thin waist was hugged by a thick leather belt that began under your breasts and halted above the curve of your hips. It looked more like a corset as it lay against your figure. Gloves identical to the one Anakin wore on his right hand hugged your two limbs; the material reaching up to the flesh above your elbows. The outfit was beautiful and intricately designed- a gift from your former Master on the eve of your eighteenth birthday. 

Right before the tragedy of her passing.

You swore you would never wear it out as it brought out too many broken memories- but tonight- you told yourself there was no more space for grief and pain. 

A knock echoed through the bareness of your quarters. You took in a deep breath, hand fluttering over your belt; fingers brushing against your lightsaber. You felt calmer. 

Slowly opening your front door, you locked gazes with Anakin Skywalker. 

For a second, you swore to the stars that his eyes widened as he stared at you. Whilst his eyes dragged themselves over your physique; you couldn’t help but have a similar reaction to his attire. 

He too- was dressed in all black, the shimmer of his lightsaber’s metal a pleasant contrast. The front of his tunic was laced with leather and his robe seemed to be a darker shade of black than his everyday one. As always, his sharp-features face were framed by his brown curls. But something that wasn’t always there was that glint in his eyes. The glint that seemed to have darkened. 

“Y/N…” he stuttered out before clearing his throat. “You look beautiful.” 

Surely, he caught sight of the blush that peppered against the skin on your face. Anakin smirked knowingly. 

“Why, thank you, Master,” you tried to hide your blush with a dramatic bow that earned you a low chuckle. “You don’t look so bad yourself!” 

Anakin cocked a brow, the scar that ran along following suit. “I know.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, before freezing as he extended out his concealed hand. 

“Shall we,” Anakin drawled on dramatically, head tilting downwards- blue eyes never leaving your face. 

“We shall,” you playfully responded, your hand gliding over the leather of his glove before securing your grip onto him. 

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You reluctantly placed distance between each other as you both sensed Obi-Wan’s approaching presence. You felt that Anakin was also hesitant to let you go- through the Force. That brought up a warm feeling to run its course through you. 

The three of you moved through the crowd of Upper-class citizens enjoying their time in the presence of their Chancellor. You didn’t really care who was who, as Obi-Wan halted a few times, conversating with people you felt as though you’ve never seen. 

Anakin did the same, only in his case, he had his Padawan beside him at all times, looking around cautiously. 

He glanced at you, grinning widely as he sensed your tension. He leaned downwards, grabbing onto your elbow to beckon your attention.

“Relax, my dear Padawan. People are drinking, talking, laughing. In a bit, Chancellor Palpatine will make a toast…talk about how excellent our progress has been in the war, everyone will clap and the night will be over in a few short hours,” he murmured against your ear, lips brushing against your flesh once or twice. You thanked the stars for your choice of attire as the length of your gloves completely concealed the wave of goosebumps that dotted your arms. 

And legs.

And spine. 

Since words couldn’t find their way through to your lips; you chewed on them and gave him a stiff nod. 

You looked up at him and it was as though once again, you were caught in some trance that dropped you within a vortex of confusion and warmth. 

Perhaps he felt it too since he never broke away from your stare. The Force was far too strong between you two. It seemed to have made you both obliterate the fact that you were in the middle of a celebration- all sorts of highly-respected individuals surrounding you.  

Anakin bit down on his bottom lip before letting go of it, mouth opening slightly as though he was about to… 

“Anakin, Y/N. The Chancellor is about to begin his speech. We must reside by him immediately,” Obi-Wan’s persistent voice pulled you both out of whatever whirlwind grasped onto you. 

You looked down, hair covering your face as you followed Anakin wordlessly to the front of the luxurious hall. 

Chancellor Palpatine greeted you all with a smile on his face. You couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not; but you simpered out a tight smile in return and stood beside your Master as they spoke. 

Then, he began his speech. The hall quietened down, eyes piercing the Supreme Chancellor and his Jedi protectors. You felt uneasy as you scanned the room. Anakin seemed to sense you, hushing you in his thoughts. You blankly stared forward, trying to nudge him out of your head. As always, he was too strong. Once you gave up trying to fight him, you finally accepted the soothing essence of his demeanor. 

Then it happened within the blink of an eye. You saw the glint of metal twirl above the crowd, the sound of a blast, the movement of your muscles, the screaming, the shouting, the pain…

Then what followed was your body’s collapse, gloved hands clutching your face…

And finally,

The desperate sound of your name on his lips. 

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A/N 

Hi! I see that more people have seen my fanfic and that makes me really really pleased! Thanks :) 

I’ve had this final scene in my mind for the past three days and so I’m very happy with the way this chapter turned out- especially since it has inspired me enough to actually plan out the following two chapters!! 

Till next time, you’re not ready for what’s to come hehehe

EnVy 

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Chapter II 

The sun’s early rays slid through your bare window, caressing your pale face as your eyes squinted in an attempt to hide. But, that was one failed battle right there; so you stretched slowly and yawned loudly. 

The coldness of your quarter’s floor tiles sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You hurriedly got into your robes, hastily tying a knot around your waist to prevent it from interfering with your movements. As always, you braided your long curls into a tight braid; carefully intertwining your Padawan braid into the larger one. A frown masked your tired features- knowing that if you’re late to training today; Anakin will kill you. Even worse; he’ll probably lecture you oh so early in the morning. A grumpy, lecturing Anakin was an Anakin you tried to avoid at all times, especiallyso early in the day. 

Latching your lightsaber onto your belt, you swung open the door leading you out of your quarters- colliding into something incredibly solid. You stumbled backwards, only to realize that the solid thing indeed had hands that pulled you back onto your feet. 

One metallic hand and one covered in flesh. 

You widened your eyes as you looked up into the deep blue eyes of your master; who disapprovingly stared down at you- jaw tightly clenched, shoulders flexed. You sent him a lopsided smile. 

“Good morning, Master! It’s such a wonderful time of the da-” 

“You’re late. Again.” 

You frowned in confusion, cocking your head to the side. “You said the crack of daw-” 

“Yes, exactly. And that was exactly ten minutes ago.” Anakin huffed, mirroring your expression, tilting his own head to the side. 

You dumbly stared at him searching his face for an answer to one very important question. Is he joking? 

He searched your own face and perhaps it was the fact that he knew he was being way too hard on you…or it was the way the morning rays swished against your skin- something shifted within him. 

For a split second only. 

Clearing his throat, Anakin shook his head and grabbed you by the shoulder, pulling you with him as he began heading further away from the Jedi sleeping quarters. You looked at him, eyes widening. 

“Master, my door…” 

He silently answered you via slamming the door from a distance- the Force vibrating around you. You rolled your eyes as he sent you a sly smirk. Together you made your way through the Temple and into the training ground. 

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Four hours later, you were lying on the hard ground covered by a slick layer of sweat, chest heaving up and down, teeth biting hard on the bottom of your lip in frustration. 

Anakin on the other hand, was leaning against a pillar, arms crossed over his broad chest as a smirk carved itself onto his features. You glared at him, rolling onto your side, resting your body weight on your forearm and elbow. 

“I’m sick of repeating the same fighting techniques. I want something more,” you growled out, earning a raised brow reaction from your master. 

“Well, when you perfect the art of lightsaber combat, perhaps then I’ll show you something else,” he replied, his voice low and humorless, although the glint in his eyes told you otherwise. 

You decided to play on. 

“It’s okay if you admit that you have forgotten what else there is for me to learn. I can just go ask Obi-Wan or something…” you trailed off, eyes widening slightly as you tried masking a chuckle at the immediate change in Anakin’s posture. 

He almost immediately pushed himself off the pillar, jaw clenched so tightly, you were afraid he’d grind and break his own teeth. You picked yourself up, back straightening as he strode towards you. You insistently continued staring into his eyes- the Force surrounding the both of you as the tension thickened. Anakin stopped in front of you, his brown curls falling over his eyes as he craned his neck to look down at you. 

That was when you began feeling nervous. But you tried to hide that feeling, knowing that Anakin would thrive if he found out that his actions did exactly what he had wanted them to force out of you. He leered down at you as you widened your eyes, realizing that he did in fact, sense your nervousness. You inwardly swore at yourself. 

“You think you’re so tough. Why don’t you fight me then…since you keep throwing jabs at how lousy of a Jedi I am,” Anakin purred out, his hot breath washing across your face as you swallowed thickly, palms sweating. You concluded to the fact that he didn’tmake you nervous; you just felt small and insignificant when he towered over you in such a manner. 

Yes, yes, that was it. 

“I-…alright,” you meekly breathed out, avoiding his intense stare. Though your peripheral vision caught onto Anakin’s grin. He moved backwards, slowly pulling out his lightsaber. You still couldn’t look at him, your heart pounding as you mentally slapped yourself for being so cocky. 

The hum of his lightsaber shook you out of your trance, forcing you to finally look at your master. Although you could tell that he wasn’t taking you that seriously, caution marked his face, his force signature betraying his feeling of uncertainty. What you didn’t know was that he wasn’t feeling uncertain because he thought he couldn’t win this fight. Of course he would. 

He was uncertain as to whether this was a good idea because even though he liked to toy with you- he didn’t want to hurt you. But even though he didn’t want to admit it to himself, or to anyone for that matter- he knew that you were ready for a real fight.

You mimicked his stance, the hum of your own lightsaber grazing through the air. If you weren’t paying such close attention to Anakin, you would have missed his nod of approval. You smirked. 

Without a warning, he charged towards you, his steps quick and precise. The training room amplified the sounds of your sabers making contact- each second connecting them in a different position. You grunted as he growled, your muscles pushing your harder as you fought against your master. 

Suddenly, as you expected him to lash at you from the right side; he dodged downwards, swooping at your legs, bringing you down with a loud thud. Taken by surprise, whilst you tried pick yourself up, he beckoned your saber out of your hand with the Force before pinning you against the floor, his gloved, mechanical arm that clutched at your weapon; lazily resting against your forearm situated above your head.

Both of you were breathing heavily as Anakin did not move off of you. It was as though the entire world had stopped in that moment. You lost yourself in his wild, adrenaline-filled eyes as he quietly searched your face for any signs of real pain. He leaned in, leaving minimal space between you both. 

“I’m impressed. I really thought that I will bring you down during the first three minutes of our spar. Well done.” 

Your eyes widened as you stared up at Anakin. 

“Did you just…compliment me?” 

Anakin grinned, effortlessly hoisting himself off of you, pulling you up with him. 

“For all one knows, you put up a good fight. But, don’tforget yourself. Being too presumptuous will only lead to your own downfall,” your master muttered, patting the dust off his robe. “Come now, you must eat.” Without a glance to see if you would follow him; he strode out of the training ground, relying on the Force to sense you, your feelings and movements. 

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A/N 

Hello there! Thank you to anyone who’s taken a moment to read through my story. TBH, I don’t really know where I’m going with this story- plot-wise - so I’m just going with the flow. Perhaps I’m being influenced by the Force to write the chapters out the way I do hehe. 

No but really, thanks for reading and see you all next time! 

EnVy 

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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.

A/N: to support my work, please reblog!:)

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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