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𝕆𝕦𝕣 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝

Summary: You try to escape from two fearsome Sith Lords. Surprisingly they take it rather well.

Author's note: This is totally getting a part 2. Or maybe a series we'll see. 

Warnings: dark, absolutely no regard for the rule of two, sorta a vent fic (venting that these two are so fine and I can't get them out of my mind), slightly fluffy.

The empire's warships have a tendency to blur reality. The interiors of their large hulking exoskeletons house endless corridors and makeshift chambers. Vast, endless arrays of space. They've been optimized for housing droids, clones, and artillery. Not for escape, not for an endless search of a freedom that has long since eroded. 

Calling yourself anything but desperate would be a lie. Your feet run to the chorus of your broken heartbeat. The need for freedom, the need to escape spreads through your body like a poison. You know it'll end up killing you, either from exhaustion or by their sabars. But you have to try, you have to run. Even if you've left fragments of yourself in the warm bed the three of you sleep on. Even if you forgot your heart under Anakin's pillow and your soul still lingers in Maul's warm embrace. Maybe freedom is worth cutting off pieces of yourself, if only in the hope that someday they might grow back. 

There's something wrong with the corridors you're sure of it. You've never been one for directions, instead relying on the holo screens and navigation systems to lead the way. Mirror images as far as the eye can see. Identical, plain. Nothing substantial to store in your memory. There's something ironic about this situation, a punchline that doesn't quite land. You half haphazardly tug on the skirt of your nightgown, desperate for anything familiar. You're not sure why.

You remember how Anakin called you pretty this morning, still hazy, still clinging to the sensation of slumber. Perfect blue eyes too dazed to look at you. Really look at you. The chosen one gazes at your ghost, your ethos. the perfect doll he and Maul had morphed you into. Behind you

 Maul pulls you to his chest. Hand running up and down her side, trying to resurrect you into his dreams. It's only when Anakin's eyes close, seeling the shimmering blue orbs, that you crawl out of bed and into the unknown. 

You're lost, abandoned in absolute desolation. The marble tiles bleed frost into the soles of your feet. Somewhere in the distance, you feel a disturbance in the force. Too far away to matter, yet leaking with a potent rage that burns. It's hope you think, albeit pathetically, maybe it's better to capitulate this pointless crusade and wait for the Sith lords to find you. The crash comes just as you're about to stop. You bump into him, falling in the process. All armor and steel. The Stormtrooper's mask is off giving you a clear view of his scarred face. His eyes flash, some dreary emotion too obscure to read, he offers you a gloved hand, something human something casual. 

You stare frozen. 

When exactly did you stop comprehending human idiosyncrasies? 

When exactly did you start reading every interaction as a threat? 

He's a monster, you think, just like the ones you've been warned about. Lectured time and time again by both Anakine and Maul. Monsters pry on little girls, especially ones who wander off on their own. Monsters lurk behind unsuspecting walls, ready to pounce when their prey approaches. You wonder if, the definitive definition of "monster" could be passed on to the two Siths who call themselves your lovers. 

There's blood, too crimson to be real. Metallic aromas wafted through the air. You've only now noticed how close the disturbance in the force really is. Close enough to distinguish itself. To reveal that, in actuality, it's not a disturbance at all.

 It's two...

Something cold yanks at your forearm. Pulling you to your feet. for a split second, your nerves calm. The familiarity of the cybernetic arm grants you a heavy ease. Anakin pushes you over to where Maul is standing. Golden eyes burning holes through the stormtrooper's armor. 'He didn't do anything' you long to say. But the words wisely die on your tongue as Maul grips your shoulders. Anakine's saber is lit, stabbing through the soldier's armor as if it were flesh. As if killing him where as easy as killing a rogue thought. "You're quite a foolish soldier for daring to touch that which belongs to your commanders. Even more imbecilic for so much as looking at emperor Palpatine's disciple." 

Maul's grip on your shoulders tightens, eyes never once leaving the bloodshed. One of his hands instinctively roams to your belly, then slides down to your thigh. Rubbing it ever so gently as his claws pierce your soft skin. You close your eyes trying to make yourself smaller. You hate how his touch grounds you. How the familiarity plucks at your heartstrings. When he touches you like this you wish you would forever rot in his arms.

"'I'm sorry" You don't know why the words come so easily. As if they've been itching to spill from your tongue. Maybe it's easier to say 'I'm sorry' rather than 'You've broken my perception of love, of reality and now I can only find comfort in your darkness.' "Hush" Maul's anger spills with every syllable. His claws dig deeper, earning him a pained hiss from his doll. 

"You're not sorry, in fact, you rather enjoyed this didn't you? Running away making us chase you down, I never thought your species would enjoy being the prey so much, little one." Anakin walks over, saber seethed at his side. His every step promised pain, retribution. He's angry, furious. They both are, you wonder if maybe, just maybe, they'll end it all today. 

Maul's chambers have always been a testament to Dathomir, bathed in deep scarlets and endless ebony. You wonder if he's homesick for a place he's only visited in his worst ephialtes. After the incident in the corridors, they drag you back to the Zabrak's room. Neither bothering to say a word. Merely permitting their rage to engulf you, subduing you into submission. It's an unwelcome surprise when they begin to prep for the day. Throwing on their black cloaks, prior to choosing your outfit. An abnormal affinity settles across the room. Too unnerving to go unchecked. 

They dress you each morning, a ritual you think, some attestation of love that's never been quite right. Maul drapes you in velvet dresses. Each one harbors a sui generis softness that sits erroneously across your skin. Their opulent sensation only brings forth feelings of aversion and despair. Their softness an ode to your imprisonment. 

the dresses come in shades of crimson, detailed sometimes in black, sometimes in gold, and sometimes in a frigid blue that sends shivers running up your spine. 

Anakin fusses over your accessories, why they feel the need to dress you so extravagantly daily is beyond you -as you've come to realize many things are- On days when Anakin's hubris reaches its apex, he bathes you in gold. Astonishing glittering collars across your neck and Kuat bangles hanging from your wrists. When he's sober from his pride he chooses black diamonds. Simple and exotic. scintillate and opaque.

Allusions to the dark side.

A hidden reference that crawls inside you. 

Once, back when you'd been sure defiance was still an option. Back when callow hope still dared to flow through your veins. Back when you'd been a jejune, stubborn thing. You had refused to wear one of the dresses they'd bought. Adimant in your refusal until Maul had stuck out his hand. Summoning the Force to remind you just who held the supreme authority here. 

The Force had strangled you, clawing hungrily at your neck. You felt your bones caving in on themselves, watched with exacerbating hysteria as your feet abandoned the floor. He'd only released you when he was sure you were near death's adorned door. Permitting you to molder on the floor akin to a ragdoll. 

Anakin had chastised you after you'd conjured enough strength to sit up, gasping greedily for air. He'd broken two fingers that day. One still harbors a small scar.

A Promise ring. 

An augury.

There are days, few and far between. When they've deemed you've been behaving adequately for long enough. That they permit you the choice of which dress you'd fancy wearing for the day. It's a rare event, reserved as a special treat. You think it's their way of proposing variety, giving you the illusion of choice. Making you feel a little less smothered. 

Today is not one of those days. Today, you feel them pick you apart, only to reassemble you in their image. Drowning you in extravagance. A reminder, one whose deprecating nature weaves itself within your muscles. You, little girl, are nothing more than a doll. And dolls should know their place.

No sooner do you feel the final lace fasten across your back, that Anakin is tugging you outside the door. Metal arm clasped around your forearm. 

Maul follows behind molten gaze locked on your face. The hallways bend to their will as if the walls themselves quiver with their presence. You recognize this corridor, recognize the frigid forlorn. 

There's something wrong with Emperor Palpatine's throne room. It's surreal, makeshift. His real throne lays somewhere cold, somewhere even his apprentices don't dare wander off to. The ironclad throne has never felt right. Never felt like it held any real power. Just terror, just dread, just hatred. But here it is in all its glory. Left to two apprentices who'd rather treat it as a toy than a sacred place.

 Anakin dramatically throws himself onto the throne. One leg thrown over the armrest as he leans against the other. His other leg planted firmly on the ground. He keeps you steady on his thigh. Torturing you with his distant, disappointed look. Maul stands in front of you. His eyes liquid gold melting into you. You see the galaxy in them. Hear it whispearing secrets meant to be forgotten. It's Anakin's voice that rattles you from your disjointed thoughts. 

"You caused us so much worry angel" he's being nice. You don't trust that. There's something sinister plaguing his words.  

"You know Ani, she may cease escaping if you'd cease to spoil her." Maul leans down, gripping your chin and squeezing. " The brat forgets her place, merely cause you'd rather coddle her than discipline her." 

Anakin glares, a shift in his eyes, blue bleeding into gold. "Hmm, Maul, you're starting to sound an awful lot like Kenobi right now."

"Why's that? Did the old fool tend to also point out your shortcomings?" 

You wonder who this Kenobi is, as you watch the Siths' exchange crude childish vitriols. Maybe he'd make a better lover than the two men you have the misfortune of being adhered to. 

They never could truly see just how similar they were.

Two sides of the same coin. 

One born of copper, the other, black rose petals.

Subconsciously you reach out. Grasping Anakin's robotic hand, fiddling with the panel, peeling it away to gain access to the wires and circuits. You have a bad habit of ripping things open. Anakin learned this the first time he kissed you and you tried to gnaw at his chest with your nails. Not in malice, but rather to satisfy a ravenous curiosity. A raging need to open him and see just how he ticked. You'd wished to perform an autopsy on his soul. Rip him open and devour all his secrets. Back then you'd wondered if you could kiss sunrises into Anakin's eternal night. Strip him of bleak blackened skies and introduce him to stars and a moon that shines. He'd only vaguely permitted it. Opting to pluck the stars lying within you. Swiping them for steel and lava and other mundane things that fueled his incessant rage. 

Anakin's head dips, lips pressing on your jugular vein. "You're ethereal" Anakin mubbles against your skin, like the dying prayer of a collapsing star. He's so pretty when he kisses your neck. Biting away pieces of you. Stealing your light for himself. 

"Princess" Maul seethes venom pelting from his words. You realize you'd been ignoring him. Something he's not too fond of. "What in the stars was going through your pretty little head?" 

 he looks like he'd love nothing more than to wring your pretty little neck right now. "I just..." your words feel heavy. Tiny bullets polluting your tongue. It feels so cruel to say when you know just how much they love you. "I just wanted some freedom. Just a bit of space." 

"Dumb little angel" Anakin chastes. You lower your head in embarrassment watching Maul kneel in front of you. He cups your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your head. "You can never escape us beloved".

 "I love you," says Anakin. All you hear is, I'll haunt you, I'll break your ribs one by one so that I may possess your heart. Maybe they mean the same thing. 

"And I'm pretty sure if Maul could feel normal emotions like everyone else, then he'd love you too." You can't help but let out a giggle as Anakin throws his head back laughing. A rare melodious sound, that causes your heart to skip a beat. Maul merely rolls his eyes before pecking you on the lips.

You trace your fingers across Maul's chest, feeling the pummelling of two hearts. A double heartbeat. Two melodies entwined, You wonder who he harbors in those hearts. One for love and one for family. You nip at his bottom lip. Ushering the blood into your mouth. He tastes of Ichor and smoke. Of sadness and rage. From behind you feel Akanin bite into the hollow of your flesh. Leaving traces of himself upon your skin. 

"Our pretty little problem" Anakin mumbles. 

You're a problem, a vexation draped in velvet, an unsolvable equation. Trapped between a love that seethes through your body like a toxin. Engulfing you until your mind relents. Maybe it's easier this way. Easier to say 'I love you' without the double entendre. 

You do love them.

A rather arduous conclusion to reach.

Maul and Anakin.

Palpatine's apprentices. 

Your lovers

Yeah, that sounds about right...

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I honestly feel like all Sith lords would love it when their darling kisses their mask. Regardless of all the horrors said mask carries it's still a sign of power, of respect, of the darkness they've come to embrace. I feel like kissing it would be the equivalent of kissing a king's ring. All submission and loyalty. A pledge of love, a pledge of devotion. You belong to him utterly, wholly. Maybe it's more than that, maybe it's not only about the regonization of power. But the acceptance of the power they hold over you. A testament to how they've infected your mind. Morphed and molded you into their perfect little doll. I just know they get high off the power they hold over you. A light mindless kiss to the cold steel hiding away their visage is all the proof they need to how perfectly they've broken you...

Anakin Skywalker is clingy.

As soon as he comes back to you after a mission, he's on you. Grabbing at whatever skin he could, pressing kisses to your lips, neck, and shoulders, while somehow being gentle the whole time.

He'll have you pushed up against a wall in in the darkest corner of the room you're in and whisper about how much he missed you while he was away on whatever mission the jedi council sent him on. About the things he's been thinking about you while he was away.

Or when you both are in bed, ready to sleep. He'll pull you over, so that your head lays on top of his bare chest and one of his arms wraps around your waist. He'll press his nose against your head so that he can smell your hair. And maybe so that it'll be easier to dream of you.

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Anakin Skywalker

Headcanons

Yandere Anakin Skywalker x Reader Headcanons

One-shots

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Anakin Skywalker is clingy

Yandere Anakin Skywalker x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere behavior, kidnapping

Anakin is a very jealous person in general, and him being a yandere will only increase his jealous behavior.

He has a much more difficult time watching you be around other people. He wants to rip their eyes out. They don’t deserve to be around you, much less look at you.

Once he’s officially a part of the dark side, you can’t escape him.

It doesn’t matter how many times you try to escape him, he’ll always find you.

He won’t let you be around others. Of course, you’ll have stormtroopers/guards around to protect you, but if they fail to do their job at protecting you, he’ll kill them.

He worships the ground you walk on, and thinks he doesn’t deserve you, but his selfish side wins and he always takes you for himself in the end.

Anakin is very emotional, and despite everything he’s done to you, you still find yourself feeling bad for him and try to console him.

Star Wars Masterlist

☔ = Angst

🌦️ = Angst to Fluff

💥 = Crack

☀️ = Fluff

💋 = Smut

🖤 = Yandere

🔔 = Request

🟪Imagines🟪

Anakin Skywalker:

■  Drunk Confession (slight 🌦️)

A very drunk Anakin has some very sober thoughts for you to hear.

Kylo Ren:

■ His Mask (Soulmate AU) 🌦️

After your very first mission for the Resistance goes awry, you can’t help but feel a connection to the Supreme Leader sent to interrogate you. However, when he lets you go after reading the name on your wrist, you can’t help but feel like the mission hadn’t accidentally gone so wrong after all.

■  Who Dunnit 💥 (slight 💋)

Someone left their panties in the control room after what must have been a night of fun and Hux is determined to find out who.

Drunk Confession (Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: A very drunk Anakin has some very sober thoughts for you to hear. 

A/N: Anakin is hot, that’s all I gotta say. Enjoy!

Word count: 2128

“YNNNN!”

The wail of your name roused you from your slumber, followed by a loud crash outside your dorm. 

“Ow.”

The sun hadn’t risen outside your window, and darkness still shrouded your room aside from a small glow exuding from your alarm clock. 2:37 AM, it read. 

Who in the goddamn fuck-

“YN open up!” Loud knocks sounded outside your room, but not on your door. 

Uh oh. 

You scrambled from your bed, cursing under your breath as the night air nipped at your skin. Snagging your Jedi robe hanging from the wall near your door, you shrugged on the warmer layers and hugged them close around your body, which had only previously been clad in undergarments.

You couldn’t press the button to open the door fast enough, but by the time it had, you were too late. 

Obi-Wan stood with a brow raised in his own doorway, obviously unimpressed with the figure before him. And, clad in his usual getup of dark robes, leather boots, and tousled hair, stood Anakin Skywalker in complete disarray. His robe, already worn inside-out, slouched off one of his shoulders. Parts of his hair were knotted and tangled, matted down and stuck to his head with sweat. As he stared in utter confusion at his former master, his entire body swayed from side-to-side.

He was totally shitfaced. 

“Master?” he hiccuped. “What are you doing in YN’s room?” There was a slur to his words, one you hadn’t caught when he was shouting for the entire Jedi dorm to hear. 

Obi-Wan, shockingly impassive, drew his gaze to you, a single brow raised. You hadn’t realized your hand had come up to muffle a snicker until Anakin almost toppled over. You jumped up from your position across the hall as his body leaned too far to one side, but thankfully Obi-Wan reached out a hand to steady him before you could. 

Then Anakin smacked his hand away. “I said, what are you doing in YN’s room?” His tone was angry, filled with betrayal. His hand went to his hip, where his lightsaber was latched, and that was when Obi-Wan lost his patience. 

Staring past Anakin and at you, he nodded toward the Jedi Knight. “I believe this is yours.” With that, he retreated to his room, shaking his head and mumbling something under his breath. 

You stood with pursed lips, waiting and watching as the wheels in Anakin’s head turned, trying to comprehend Obi-Wan’s words. Finally, he turned around in utter disorientation, only to straighten up like a pleased puppy at the sight of you. 

“YN!” he shouted much louder than necessary. He reached out, making his way towards you only for the sudden movements to give him whiplash as he stumbled to the right, completely miscalculating your location as he crashed face-first into the wall beside your dorm. 

You cringed, sucking in a breath through your teeth before going to his aid. “You okay?” you asked gently, grabbing an arm and guiding him into your room. 

“Yeah,” he choked out, rubbing his nose. “That hurt.”

“I’m sure,” you cooed, rubbing up and down his arm comfortingly as you led him to a seat on your bed. “Stay here.”

“Wait,” he snapped to attention as his metal arm snagged yours, grip tight but not enough to leave a mark, “where are you going?” His eyes were wide and nervous as they danced around your face. He seemed scared you were going to disappear forever once you left right now. 

“I’m just gonna get you a glass of water,” you soothed, unlatching his hand from your wrist. His gaze fell to the action, and his grip tightened just a bit before he let go completely with a furrow of his brows. 

“But I have to tell you something.”

“I figured,” you chuckle, “but I’ll be quick.” Escaping out of your room and down the hall, you left with the feeling of Anakin’s despairing eyes still latched onto you. You slipped into the bathroom, filling the cup with tap water as you gazed at yourself in the mirror. Eyes bloodshot from being woken up, your hair a rat’s nest on the top of your head, and a small drop of drool on the corner of your mouth-ew! You yanked the cup out from under the stream where it had been overflowing and set it on the counter before scrubbing your face. The cold was a shock to your system, less-so than Anakin’s being drunk outside your room at two a.m., but still did the trick to remind you that this wasn’t a dream, and that, yes, a very drunk–yet somehow still very attractive–Anakin had been calling your name and searching for you. 

It didn’t help that you’d had a crush on him ever since you’d met as young padawans and he’d arrogantly introduced himself as the Chosen One. It really didn’t help at all. 

With a couple of smacks to your cheeks, you finally had the courage to return to your room, leaving the bathroom and immediately crashing into a solid chest. 

Anakin, you realized, glancing up for reassurance. He looked distraught, eyes wild and unfocused as he towered over you. 

You were surprised you hadn’t heard him coming, considering he was barely in a state to walk a straight line much less make it down the hall and around the corner. Well, you thought, somehow he made it back to the Jedi temple from whatever bar he came from alive, surely this wasn’t as difficult.

Until you realized his hand was stationed against the wall for support as he swayed. 

Scratch that–how the hell is he even alive?

“Anakin,” you stressed, “what are you doing? I told you to wait.” Like a lost puppy, you led him back to your room, the skin of his forearm much too hot underneath his robes. 

“You took so long, I got nervous.” And yet the only one who seemed nervous as you arrived back in your room was you. Anakin, on the other hand, locked his eyes reverently on your form as you returned him to his place on your bed, watching you with an unfamiliar look in his eyes as you handed him the glass and told him to drink, to flush out the obvious abundance of alcohol in his system. 

At your command, he downed the glass of water in seconds, swallowing and licking his lips. You forced your gaze away from the action when you realized you were staring too long afterwards. Yet, even as muddled as he was, he still noticed, still smirked like he always did. 

For so many years you figured you were hiding your crush so well, thought he was just the type of guy to smirk at everyone for such things. It wasn’t until he had gotten a padawan of his own, gotten an army of his own, that you realized the way he acted around you alone was different. 

Even as smashed as he was, he still made you feel as though you were acting the fool. Like he was teasing you–how embarrassing. 

Shame colored your face as you spun around, searching for something to do as a drunk Anakin lounged on your bed. 

“YN?”

“Hmm?” You still faced away, searching the room for anything else to do but stare at the sight on your bed. That is, until a hand latched around yours, yanking you around hard enough that you almost fell over. The force of the pull landed you straight between Anakin’s knees, his hand still on yours while the other stabled you at your hip. Your hand had instinctively gripped his shoulder, but you stole it away quickly. 

Nonetheless, he stared at you, positioned in front of him. For a minute, that’s all he did. Stare and stare, eyes locked on yours as the smirk on his face carefully transformed into a dropped jaw. He looked at you like… you didn’t really know how to describe it.

Like… like you were the one who hung the stars in the sky, who placed planets in orbit. Like you were the cause of the glow of the sun, like you shifted the tides using the moon. Like you were worth worship, worth praise, worth the doting look that took over his face.

A shiver crawled over your skin the more he looked at you; you’d barely noticed his hand had taken to slipping past your robes and connecting with the bare skin of your side, metal thumb caressing the skin. The other was still latched on your wrist like he never wanted to let go. Distantly, you wondered if it would leave a bruise. 

A heavy silence fell over the room, just you waiting in anticipation as Anakin lost his focus, face flushed with besottedness. For once, you didn’t feel like he had the upper hand over your feelings. For once, it appeared you controlled his. 

“YN.” He mumbled your name almost subconsciously, like it had slipped out without his knowing. 

“What?” Softly, carefully, you urged him for more. In response, his eyes locked on your lips, running his tongue over his own involuntarily. His face, so dazed, so infatuated, so lost, finally seemed to have come to grips with his purpose for that moment. 

“I’m in love with you.”

For a second, you felt nothing. You said nothing. No reaction, no response. Nothing. You didn’t even breathe. 

For years you’d dreamt of… well, not exactly this moment, but something akin to it. Anakin professing his feelings, appearing absolutely infatuated with you. His handsome face glowing with joy as you returned the sentiment. His hands steadily, assuredly cupping your face and guiding your lips to his. 

Like in your dreams, your chest was so trembly and shaky, so completely and utterly in disbelief that the man you’d been in love with for years was completely infatuated with you. Your hands shake and breaths escape you in pants as though you’d ran miles just moments prior. Your heart was pounding hard, trying to escape and your mind grew blankly overwhelmed. 

Anakin, having spent the last few seconds with zero response from your end, was visibly unnerved. He searched your face for any reaction, any clue into what you were feeling. Finding nothing, he looked lost, scared, and dejected. 

Long ago had he sobered up, but the alcohol was still in his system as he staggered to his feet, not largely taller than you but his overall form still being a formidable sight. You’d been forced to lift your head as he rose, following his movements. A waft of alcohol infiltrated your nose. 

The hand previously on your side rose to your face, cupping your rosy cheek. A cold thumb caressed your cheekbone for just a moment as he took in your face as though for the last time. Then he shook his head in what you could only interpret as anguish. “I’m in love with you,” he repeated, this time less shy. “For so many years, I have been. And I thought you felt the same, but I see now that I am wrong.” 

You open your mouth to question him, but he continues. “I’m sorry for bothering you tonight.” A sad, forced smile encompasses his face. “Let’s forget this ever happened. Goodnight, YN.”

Your chest grew filled with guilt and regret and pity for making him think this way. And when his hand moved to drop from your face, you drew up your own to prevent it. Your face, you were sure, was filled with too many emotions to interpret–confusion, for doubt that this was real; joy, for happiness that the man you loved returned your feelings; amazement, for sheer question of how you had come to be this lucky. 

But a flicker of hope struck his eyes at your action, and so he stayed put, waiting dutifully for your response. 

Like your dreams, his lips were soft. Like your dreams, he eagerly responded, pulled you in, close and tight, like he would never let you go; he swore himself to you, would do anything for you, would follow you anywhere. 

Like your dreams, you worried for the Jedi Council’s discovery of your love, and Anakin kissed your worries away. 

Just leave it to me, he said the next morning, his arms tight around your form, his ruffled hair glowing like a halo in the morning sun. His bare skin was hot against yours. I’ll handle it. We can be together, and they won’t be able to stop us. 

Like your dreams, you trusted him.

Who Dunnit (Kylo Ren x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Someone left their panties in the control room after what must have been a night of fun and Hux is determined to find out who.

A/N: Small lil thing that I’ve had rolling around in the ol’ hat rack for a while. Hope you like it!

Word count: 643

        “What the hell is this?” Hux’s voice when he was angry was all-too familiar, but today there was an added element of pure abhorrence. 

        Curious, you glanced up from your holopad to whatever the general had screeched about only to widen your eyes at the sight. 

        Panties. 

        More specifically, the black lace panties Kylo had torn off you after last night’s mischievous “rendezvous” in the control room. 

        Fuck.         “Oh-” Hux turned his attention to you and maintained furious eye contact while one index finger continued to point at the pair of destroyed undergarments flung directly behind his main computer. “-Oh, my God, how disgusting!” you choked out, trying to avoid the burning of your cheeks. “Sir, I will take care of that right away for you.” 

        You rose from your chair and took two steps forward only to rethink your plan and grab two number two pencils, reaching for the panties and stabbing them ever so precariously. With pursed lips, you lifted them up at just the perfect height to make awkward eye contact with Hux over the torn waistband. 

        One lone eye twitched while the other was so wide you could almost see your panicking reflection in his cornea. “Burn them,” he hissed, “and never speak of this again.”

        “Y-yes sir,” you nodded, “of course, sir.” As fast and discreetly as you could, you speedwalked over to the doors that led into the hallway.

        “YN, wait!” Hux’s back was to you as you flinched and turned to face him.

        “Yes, sir?” 

        Fuck fuck fuck.

        “You hear any word of who might’ve done this, you bring it straight to me, understood?”

        Hallelujah.

        “Yes, sir.” Without another word, you dashed into the hallway, hightailing it as fast as you could run with your two arms precariously holding your own panties between a couple of pencils before you crashed into something solid.

        “Oof,” you coughed, bouncing back and shaking away the disorientation of the collision, only to meet eyes with the very culprit.

        “YN.” Kylo acknowledged your presence curtly as he had agreed to do for the past few months since your relationship had started. With his mask removed, you could almost see his eyes bug out of his brain when he noticed just what exactly you had been holding.

        “Is that…?”

        “Yep.” You nodded with nervous eyes. 

        “Yours?”

        “Yep.”

        “From yesterday?”

        “Mmhmm.”

        “Where did-”

        “The control room.” 

        “Fuck.” Kylo ran a hand through his hair and breathed out a sigh, eyes still locked on the panties you were currently stabbing. “Who-”

        “Hux.”

        “Damn.” He nodded and gestured to you. “Does he know they’re-”

        “No.”

        “Thank God.”

        “Yeah,” you scoffed and shook your head, trying to ignore the way even the sight of Kylo left you feeling. “Well, I better-”

        “Yes, of course.” Once more, he nodded, gesturing to the panties. “You… do that.”

        Awkward silence settled around the two of you as you watched the other over the outstretched pencils. Kylo’s eyes flickered with something more than you could decipher at such a moment while you squeezed your thighs together. 

        Finally, he made the first move to turn away and stepped aside to let you pass. 

        As you did so, a single hand snagged your hip to stop you in place before a pair of lips planted on the skin just above your collarbone. 

        “Same time tonight?” Kylo whispered, kissing the mark you had tried so hard to cover up. 

        “Yes,” you hummed, tilting your head to let his lips travel further up your already marked neck.

        “Same place?”

        “No!”

His Mask (Kylo Ren x Reader/Soulmate AU)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: After your very first mission for the Resistance goes awry, you can’t help but feel a connection to the Supreme Leader sent to interrogate you. However, when he lets you go after reading the name on your wrist, you can’t help but feel like the mission hadn’t accidentally gone so wrong after all. 

A/N: So like… this was one of the dudes I’ve been drooling over for the past couple weeks. Just a warning, I’ve only watched the first movie of the prequels and even that was like four years ago, so I wish you luck. Kylo is just *mwah* so freaking pretty I couldn’t help myself. Enjoy my first fic about a *non-animated* person, and Merry Christmas y’all!

Word count: 4115

        Hot. Dark. Dank.

        The bag haphazardly shoved over your head blinded your eyes along with your other four senses. Stray hairs plastered to your forehead with ease thanks to the sweat you produced combined with the condensation from your own breaths.

        “Please, let me go,” you sniveled. “I don’t know anything, I swear.”

        Your hands flexed and tugged against the metal clamps strapped over your wrists, doing nothing but leaving behind a rash you yearned to soothe. The chair you were strapped into was more like a reclining board, leaving your head to rest on stiff metal while your feet hovered above the floor, ankles confined akin to your arms. 

        “I think you know more than you’re letting on.” The voice was gruff and modulated, giving signs that this was the masked man you oh-so wanted to be the last person to interrogate you. 

        It was frustrating and terrifying all at the same time. Not only did you have no idea what information they wanted to extract from your brain, you also knew your denial of such would only cause them to hound you more. 

        “Come on,” you whimpered, head slamming back with a clang. “Just let me go. Please.”

        Silence followed your words for a solid minute before a whoosh of fabric met your ears. 

        “Leave us,” the robotic voice mumbled, causing two or three heavy pairs of footsteps to trail out of the room. What you assumed was the door hissed to a close with one final click. 

        More footsteps, these ones drawing closer to you, left you only to tense up in anticipation as the heat of another person took the place of the stale air on your right side.

        The bag over your head was ripped away in an instant, causing you to gasp and swallow as much cool oxygen as possible. The light of the room stung your eyes less than you expected, most likely because it itself was dimmed with hues of deep blue climbing up the walls. 

        Taking in your surroundings, you immediately noticed your interrogator was nowhere near your field of vision--probably on purpose. 

        His presence, instead, was palpable behind you as the heat of his form rolled off in waves. 

        “There’s no one here to save you now.” 

        Though you didn’t need to be told that, the thought still drove a cold stake of fear through your heart. 

        “Come on, I don’t know anything,” you pleaded, shifting your position to try and stare at the man who seemed adamant on not allowing you even a glimpse of his form. 

        “Then perhaps I should stop bothering with the theatrics.”

        The man the Resistance had warned you about was… intimidating. At least you knew you could trust them about that fact. Black leather covered every inch of his powerful figure, save for his helmet and cape, and a lightsaber was strapped to his hip. Watching the way his hand twitched just near the handle of the weapon, you feared he would pull it out and slice you right in half any second. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears but it couldn’t silence his voice. Sweat dripped down your face and clammed your palms when his head tilted to the side. 

        He wasn’t shy about observing you, doing so for what felt like hours. 

        “What is your name?” he finally grunted out, posture never changing. You, on the other hand, twitched and shivered every few seconds, itching to crawl into a hole and never come out. 

        Should I lie? Should I tell the truth? Would he be able to know even if I did?

        This man held your fate in his hands. To him, you were just another prisoner to gain information from and deposit into the nearest waste planet when he was done.

        But to you, he was the man who could kill you without batting an eye. It didn’t matter if you were someone’s soulmate or daughter or friend; you were just someone who happened to get involved in this galaxy’s war. A poor soul among many this man was ready to sacrifice in order for him to gain power. 

        You were nothing but another bug to squash. 

        “YN,” you dropped your head to your chest, acknowledging your fate. “YN YLN. And I still don’t know any information that might-”

        Clang!

        You flinched as the lightsaber crashed onto the floor, following its path back to the shaking hand that had dropped it. The man before you now stood stiff as a board but you could hear him suck in a breath between his teeth.

        “Your name is-” he cut himself off and cleared his throat. “What’s your name again?” Unlike the last five minutes, his voice suddenly sounded less sure and demanding. He sounded unstable--one of the many emotions you never expected from one of the most feared people of the galaxy. 

        You hesitated, furrowing your brows before forcing your eyes to trail from his still-trembling hand to his mask. “It’s… YN.” You swallowed, licking your lips before continuing, “Why?”

        “Your wrist. Let me see it.”

        “What?” Suddenly, his every movement had your attention. You reared back in your chair and tensed all your muscles, trying even harder to rip straight through the solid metal. “No!”

        “Show me,” he ordered, his tone now sharper than a blade. 

        To hell with him.

        The second he reached for your hand, you ripped it away, keeping your wrist face down against the metal clasp he had unlocked to reach it. Just when he grasped your hand for the third time and tried to rip it away from your side, you did something that shocked both you and him out of the stupor of war. 

        Spit dribbled straight down the middle of his helmet, sparkling in the dim lighting of the room while trailing down every indent in the silver detailing around his eyes. 

        Oh shit. I’m fucked.

        Ever so slowly, he dropped your wrist and straightened his posture, facing his head towards something just off in the distance past your own. You bit your tongue and watched his every move with a hawklike focus, knowing that a man trained as much as him could kill you in a split second without you even realizing. 

        Even when his hand raised in what you expected to be the last backhand of your life, you never looked away or braced for impact. 

        So you grew confused when his hand traveled up to his mask, which came undone with a small hiss of pressurized air. 

        Oh. 

        Oh okay. 

        Wow.

        He was…. His hair was…. Damn.

        This man, the man before you, was hot. Beauty marks decorated his right cheek as hazel eyes burned into your own. A long, straight nose sat naturally lifted above lips that seemed too plump for their own good and dark brown curls that had never heard the words “helmet hair” just barely reached the end of a pointed chin--all of which made you consider your sanity. 

        How-… how?

        “Sorry about the helmet.” Nice one, YN. Apologizing to the enemy.

        His face never changed; he only looked you up and down, properly this time. You were too caught up in the shock of his surprising allure to notice just where his eyes had landed. 

        It was only when you felt your arm being lifted away from your body that you were shaken from your daze. “Hey-”

        “Hmm.”

        Your brows furrowed. “‘Hmm’?” You tried to rip your wrist from his iron-tight grip but you soon noticed the effort was useless. “What the hell does that mean?”

        “Your soulmate…” he trailed off, cheek twitching as he glanced away. “He is…”

        “What?”

        “He’s…” the man set his jaw and returned his gaze to yours. You only noticed there had been a warmth in his eyes when it was gone; all he gave you now was stone-cold nothingness. “He’s dead.”

        His gloved hand dropped your right wrist and it only flopped down to your side. He’s dead. Whatever emotion you’d had on your face dropped in exchange for a blank slate. Tears pricked your eyes and yet you felt stupid for even mourning someone you’d never met. 

        “Oh.” 

        The logical part of you that had shriveled to the size of a worm still questioned the relevance of this all. How did this man know your soulmate? Why had he been so adamant on seeing his name in the first place? What did he have to do with any of this?

        The man you still had no name for clenched his jaw and turned away as a tear slipped down your cheek. 

        “We have no use for you.”

        “What-”

        “You will be returned to where you were found. Now that we know you have no relation to the Resistance, your name will not be blacklisted and you will be left alone.”

        “Why-”

        He left no room for your confused--albeit broken--questions as he turned away and pressed his hand against a glowing panel near the entrance to the room. The door slid open to reveal a blinding, white hallway guarded by a single stormtrooper. 

        “Hey, wait!” You tugged against the restraints as your eyes stayed locked on his back, only to crash onto the cold floor when the clasps suddenly released. “Oof!”

        Click. With his mask situated back over his face, he finally faced you once more, his soldier standing at attention by his side. 

        “I’m sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused you.”

                                +++

        “YN, you’re back!” 

        The Resistance leader, Leia, glanced up from the holopad. Her dark brows raised high enough to meet her hairline as her lips separated in shock. 

        “YN.”

        You struggled to meet her eyes or even fake a smile at the one who had greeted you. “General,” you cringed at your raw voice, feeling the onset of crying side-effects attack you all at once, “can we talk in private… please?”

        Leia schooled in her surprise enough to nod at the other Resistance members, gesturing her head towards the exit just behind you. They filed out accordingly, each one more concerned than the last about your distraught appearance. 

        Finally, when it was just the two of you left in the room, Leia directed you to the table she stood at, shutting down the holopad so the only light in the room buzzed from the ceiling, flickering every two seconds due to the overgrown tree roots weaving in and out of each electric wire. 

        “YN, I’m so sorry we got separated on that mission. I never meant for you to be left behind like that.” Leia shook her head at herself in shame, but something told you she was avoiding eye contact for a reason. “Did you-... are you okay?”

        “Yes,” you nodded, dropping into a single leather chair sitting at a computer a few feet away from the holopad’s table. “Yeah, for some reason, I’m fine. They-,” you glanced at your wrist before swallowing and returning your eyes to her face, “-they let me go. I don’t know why they did, but they let me go.”

        “Did you-”

        “General,” you interrupted with a shake of your head, “please, I need to tell you something.”

        Leia got the hint and grabbed the second chair in the room, sitting with a straight back and hands splayed out on her lap. They seemed to twitch for something--something like a weapon to protect herself. You guessed it was a habit of hers, but since you had only known her for six  months or so, you tried not to think too much of it. 

        Ever since she had found you holed up in your home hiding from the First Order soldiers that had attacked your town, she had taken you in. “Something about you,” she had said with a knowing smile, “I just want to make sure you’re safe.” She had treated you like her own daughter, much different from how she’d treat the other Rebels. Every two seconds, she would scan you for injuries or ask if you were okay. She’d even let you stay in her own home, in a spare room. 

        At least, you had thought it was a spare room. 

        It only took her two months of knowing you before she revealed the name on your wrist was her son’s. The very room you stayed in had been his, Ben Solo’s, and she’d wanted to make sure her son’s soulmate was safe and healthy in case she’d ever found him again. 

        She’d told you the story of how she got separated from him during a skirmish with the First Order and ever since she’d been searching for him. 

        It was only today that you knew she needed to give up the search. 

        “Leia, I-,” your breathing grew quicker and your headache grew worse and before you knew it, you were shedding tears. “Leia, I’m so sorry.”

        The former princess tensed up and reached a hand toward you. “YN, what-”

        “He’s gone,” you whispered, shaking your head and pursing your lips, “I found out when I got captured.”

        “Kylo’s dead?” she breathed out, eyes growing forlorn. You paused, raising your eyes to study her face. 

        “What?” You sniffled, wiping away the tears and growing confused at her words. “What do you mean? Who’s Kylo?”

        “The man who…” Leia’s words broke off when a sort of realization dawned in her eyes. “Oh.”

        You were at a loss for words, utterly confused at her silence when you noticed something. 

        Her eyes. Her nose. The hair, the nervous habits, the “lost” family pictures, all of it. 

        “Kylo was the man who captured me,” you muttered, eyes growing wide and thumb running over your wrist, “but he’s not Kylo on my wrist, is he?”

        Leia was trained in keeping secrets and her expression was as calm as one could expect, but it was only for one single reason. 

        She wanted to let you down easy.

        “No, YN. His name used to be Ben Solo.”

        “And it’s not anymore.”

        “No. Now he goes by Kylo Ren,” she closed her eyes and dropped her head. “That’s his name now… in the First Order.” 

        “You knew?” A spark of betrayal flickered in the pit of your stomach. Though he was Leia’s son, he was also your soulmate. Some part of you felt like you had a right to know what had happened to him--especially if he had done something as significant as turning to the dark side. 

        Instead, she had lied to you, omitting just enough of the truth that you would stick around. 

        Lord knows you would have left months ago if you had learned of the person he had turned into. 

        A thought hit you--a terrible, painful thought that had you gulping and biting your cheek. “Did…” your fingernails dig into your palms to steady your breathing, “did you want me to get captured? By him?”

        Her lack of a response was all you needed to know. 

        “Oh, my God. You knew. You knew the entire time. That’s why you took me in. You thought I could save him.”

        “YN, please, I had to-”

        “You didn’t have to do anything,” you clenched your eyes closed, resentment overtaking anguish deep in your chest. “You didn’t have to lead me to him like a lamb to the slaughter.”

        More tears fell, and the one person you thought you could trust in this galaxy only sat by and watched, opening and closing her mouth without a single word escaping. 

        “I just wanted my son back,” she finally whispered, “I didn’t want him to lose himself like my father had.” 

        “Yeah,” you scoffed, licking your lips and rising from your seat. “Well, now you’ve just lost another person.”

        “YN, wait-”

        “I’m leaving,” you breathed out, shaking your head hopelessly, “so please don’t bother coming after me.”

        Nobody said a word to you as you walked to the nearest empty craft and boarded, and the only ones who tried were hushed by Leia. 

        “Let her go. She wants to be alone now.”

                                +++

        The bar was chattier than usual, though you blamed it on being a Friday afternoon. The outside was hot and though you could still feel the beating sun through the glass windows, the tan building was a hell of a lot cooler. Air conditioning clanked and buzzed as you cleaned glasses and bused bottles. 

        “YN,” the bartender of the night handed you a damp rag and gestured to a table just over the bar ledge, “stop moping around or I’ll cut more than your paycheck.”

        You sighed and grimaced, accepting the dripping cloth before tiptoeing your way around the many customers already reaching their alcoholic limits. 

        Only two weeks had passed since the worst day of your life and you still felt the sting of betrayal and rejection. Not only had the man you were supposed to spend the rest of your life ended up being the daunting Supreme Leader of the First Order, but the woman you had almost grown to love as your own mother had delivered you straight into the palms of his hands. 

        You were lost and confused, trying to find some sort of way to keep traveling across the galaxy by making money anyway possible. Sadly, only bounty hunter bars seemed interested in allowing an unknown, unwanted female to wash their dishes and tables. 

        “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you muttered under your breath, wedging a used fork under what must’ve been the third piece of gum stuck to a wooden chair that day. Gambling and poker around the room must have reached an all-time high as cheers and groans ringed in your ears. An all-around unpleasant buzz settled directly between your temples as you bit your lip, scraping at the gum harder and harder until finally--finally--the last string of green tore away from the seat and gathered around the fork’s prongs. 

        Forearm burning, you almost permitted yourself a small cheer in success until you noticed a change in the bar’s atmosphere. 

        Everyone was dead silent as the bell atop the entryway stopped jingling. The wooden door creaked to a close and five to ten pairs of heavy footsteps thumped against the dusty concrete of the bar’s floor. 

        Panic froze you like a deer in headlights, hoping your location in the back corner of the bar hid you from whoever had entered. You didn’t even dare raise your head for fear of drawing attention to yourself. 

        The person who had the power to silence a crowd of former soldiers, bounty hunters, and drunk mechanics was not someone you wanted the focus of. 

        More footsteps pounded on the floor, drawing closer before a familiar voice spoke up. 

        “Clear everyone out,” Kylo ordered. “Then leave us.” 

        Your heart jumped at his firm, mechanized tone and a warm wave of fuzzy feelings washed over you. After being by your bitter self for so long, you suppose the new emotion wasn’t completely unwanted. You just… weren’t sure if you were happy about its cause. 

        Eyes still locked on the tabletop, you listened as people filed out of the building without question, more than likely at gunpoint with hands raised above their heads. A solid five minutes passed before the room was left completely empty aside from you and your soulmate, and you chastised yourself for deriving some sort of pleasure out of the opportunity of getting to see him again. 

        “YN.”

        “Why are you here?” You spun around to face him, surprised to find his hand outstretched and reaching towards you. Almost immediately, it dropped to his side as he straightened his posture. 

        Deep down, your heart glowed at his presence, and you hated it. You hated that even after everything that had happened, everything you had learned, that you still wanted to see him. You wanted to feel his touch and see his face again. And maybe, just maybe, you wanted to see your own name in your own handwriting on his wrist. 

        You cursed at whoever had placed his name on your wrist, because you were falling for the man before you before you had even seen his face twice. 

        Kylo’s hands raised from his side, pausing midway for just a second before reaching up fully and removing his helmet. Like before, it clicked and pulled away with a hiss and, of course, his hair looked untouched. 

        That said nothing of his appearance, however. 

        His eyes held dark circles you didn’t quite remember from your last meeting and his lips seemed paler. The brown locks, as you took a second closer look, seemed more flat and dull than you remembered. 

        Maybe it had been the glory of your first meeting, or maybe it just so happened to be that he was feeling as bad as you had been without having your soulmate by your side. 

        No, it wasn’t physical, like a stabbing pain in your side. It had been more like a piece of yourself had been missing; like there was a hole in your heart that ached and ached, but you just didn’t know how to solve it. 

        Seeing Kylo now made it fade just a little, but just as much time together would be needed to heal how much time you had spent apart. 

        The Supreme Leader set down his helmet just next to your forgotten rag and gum-fork on the table before returning his attention to you. With a twitch of a muscle in his jaw, he met your eyes and spoke. 

        “I thought tracking you down would have been hard, and yet you decided to find home in a place where information can be bought at any price.”

        “Maybe I wanted to be found.” The words slipped from your lips without volition but you couldn’t deny their truth. You wanted to see him again because, though your first meeting had only lasted minutes, you found it hard to focus on anything else.

        His lips twitched at your confession and he took that as an invitation to step closer. “I’m glad then.” 

        “Kylo-”

        “Because you’re coming with me,” he latched a hand around your wrist, “willingly or not.”

        Your eyes widened and some part of you screamed to pull away; maybe it was the logical part of your brain, or perhaps it was your brain altogether.

        Either way, you didn’t care to listen.

        “I’ll go with you,” you nodded, “but only on one condition.”

        Hazel eyes met yours and he nodded curtly. “Anything.”

        “Let me see my name.”

        His brows furrowed for a split second before he released your wrist and removed his right glove, tugging up his sleeve and flashing just the minimum amount of bare skin. 

        YN YLN. Same easy handwriting, a little too heavy in the beginning but lighter in tone at the end. Your name was a bold black, a stark contrast from the rest of his paled wrist. 

        Without a word, you reached forward and snagged his hand, running your index finger over the name and smiling at the quick breath he sucked in. 

        You felt it too--the rush of pure endorphins travelling down your spine, through every nerve ending in your body. 

        Unconcealed happiness. Sheer pleasure. You shivered a tad at the giddiness running through your veins. 

        Kylo was much better at concealing his emotions, allowing only a small tilt of the corner of his lips while his pupils widened at the feeling. 

        “I’ll go with you,” you nodded, a small grin making its way onto your face. “I want… I want to be with you.” If possible, his eyes glowed even brighter and a hint of adoration creased the corner of his lids.

        “Good.” Ever so hesitantly, he reached a hand up to cup the side of your face. “Then we shall rule this galaxy together, my empress.” You leaned into his hold and pressed a hand against his own, intertwining your fingers with his against your cheek.

        “Just one more request.”

        “Anything for you.”

        “Stop wearing that goddamned mask.”

Oreosmama’s Masterlist

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER/LEGEND OF KORRA

CALL OF DUTY

HAIKYUU!!

MY HERO ACADEMIA

ONE PUNCH MAN

STAR WARS

STRANGER THINGS

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Other Fandoms:

Chaos Walking:

🟣Headcanons🟣

When He’s Sad (Todd Hewitt) 🌦️

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid: 

■  Envy on Leave 🌦️

After failing his field test, Spencer is stuck on desk duty for a week. You, his usual partner for cases, get put with Morgan for the newest case, and Spencer can’t say he’s a fan. Oh no, he’s not a fan at all. 

Jujutsu Kaisen: 

Gojo Satoru:

■  Ten to None (Soulmate AU)🌦️

Soulmates’ markings add up to ten so soulmates know just how much of a danger their soulmate is to them. You have a ten on your wrist, so you know your soulmate must have a zero. There’s just one problem: no one in history has ever been worthy of a danger rating of ten, so who the hell is the supposedly “invincible god” were you fated to? 

Peaky Blinders:

Michael Gray: 

■  Gray Chains (Yandere) 🖤☀️ 

Michael needs to see you. It’s been three days after being shot by Luca Changretta’s men, and he knows you need to see him too–especially since you’re chained up against his headboard for trying to escape from him too many times. 

■  Lost and Found (Yandere/Sequel to “Gray Chains”) 🖤🌦️ (🔔?)

Michael is weak and desperate for you after being bedridden with his gunshot wounds in the hospital, but after weeks of caring for him, you know your feelings for your former kidnapper have grown into something you don’t dare confess. One night, when you almost let your feelings slip, you decide to flee. Michael won’t let you go so easily.

Queen’s Gambit:

Benny Watts: 

■  April Showers ☀️

All dolled up and ready to confess, you await a certain chess champion’s visit as a thunderstorm rages outside. But the longer your phone call stretches on, the closer you realize he may be to feeling the same about you.

Seven Deadly Sins:

Ban:

■  More Than a Name (Soulmate AU) ☀️

While escaping from the Holy Knights who are chasing after not her, but the name on her wrist, YN runs into the last person she expected to see so soon: Ban, her soulmate. 

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw:

■  Look Me in the Eyes 🌦️

During naval training, your jet crashed and burned, taking your memories with it. But the lieutenant who saved you seems to know you better than he lets on. The only issue is that he refuses to tell you his name.

🎵I’m a feminist obviously but I really wouldn’t mind him saving me🎶

any more requests? xx

anakin skywalker fluff/angst A-Z alphabet

Anakin Skywalker A-Z Alphabet (P2/3) Fluff

Since i’ve already done a smut A-Z might as well do both that you requested as well! Next is angst :) thank you for the request!

A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?

Anakin finds her eyes as her most attractive feature. He always knew what she was thinking, and he always got lost in them. Y/n, on the other hand, loved his hair. Have you seen it?! She always got her hair entangled in it, loving its look and feel.

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?

Yes - both wanted a baby more than anything. Both were over the moon when they found out Y/n was expecting!

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?

Anakin always has to make sure Y/n is around him at all times, so most of the time they spoon. Ani is the big spoon of course, but he has a soft spot for being the little spoon on occasion.

D = Dates what are dates with them like?

Dates with Anakin are rare due to their hectic lifestyles, but always memorable. Normally, they’d sneak away to Naboo and go on little picnic dates (even though Anakin secretly hated grass too - he didn’t mind cause he was with her.)

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

Y/n is Anakin’s lifeline. He keeps her grounded, and he can’t live without her.

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?

Anakin knew from the moment he entered the Jedi Temple when he was 9. He saw her and was entranced. Y/n, however, realized her feelings much, much later before Anakin was deployed to protect Padme with Obi-Wan. She feared it was too late.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?

Anakin is so gentle with her. He treats her like she would break, so he would always make sure he touched her softly so he didn’t hurt her. He knew he had a dark side, and he promised himself he’d never hurt her. Ever.

H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Due to both being Jedi Knights, their relationship was forced to remain secret. So, whenever they could, they would hold hands, entwining their fingers and squeezing them on occasion to let the other person know they loved them. A silent way of communicating.

I = Impression first impression/s

Anakin: “Wow... and I thought Padme was an angel,” he thought to himself. “Master Qui-Gon, who’s that?”

Y/n: “Wow, that’s the new Padawan learner? He’s so young!”

J = Joker are they into pulling pranks?

Please, have you met Anakin? He LOVED messing with Y/n as long as it was always harmless.

K = Kisses how do they kiss?

Slow and passionately. He always made sure to pour his heart into each kiss, especially since each little moment had to be cherished.

L = Little things what little things do they love/notice?

Anakin always noticed she twirled her hair when she was nervous. It made him chuckle cause it did nothing but mess up her hair, but somehow it made her look even more beautiful.

M = Memory their favorite moment together

Their first kiss. Anakin remembered it perfectly. He held her close, stroking her cheek softly as she blushed deeply. “Anakin... I don’t-“

“Shh. Let me kiss you, it’ll be alright angel...”

N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Neither of them are able to spoil the other, but Anakin made a promise to himself to make her a necklace using small pebbles from each planet he visited. It wasn’t much, but it showed that no matter where he was, his love for her remained.

O = Orange what color reminds them of their other half?

When Anakin sees y/f/c, he always thinks of her.

P = Petnames what petnames do they use?

Baby, my love, angel, sweetheart, darling. Super soft nicknames.

Q = Questions what are the questions they’re always asking?

“How long will you be gone?” “When can I see you again?”

R = Remember their favorite memory of each other

Their wedding day.

S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up?

Anakin needed time to himself, but after he cleared his head he would go to her for help. She’s talk him through whatever was bothering him, and vice versa.

T = Talking what do they love to talk about?

Everything. Every moment was a gift, so they talked about whatever they could think of and loved it just as much.

U = Universe use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

The Light to his Darkness. It was very well known to both of them that Anakin had a perfect mixture of light and dark in him - but Y/n always found a way to pull him towards the light.

V = Very ___ they’re thoughts about each other (e.g she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)

Anakin: Y/n is very giggly, happy, and caring.

Y/n: Anakin is very independent, stubborn, and reckless.

W = Why reasons why they love each other

They compliment each other perfectly.

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

They don’t really have a song, but if they had to pick it would be Photograph - Ed Sheeran

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You’re the yin to my yang.

Z = Zebra if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Why would they need one? Threepio and Artoo are already enough work as it is!

Redemption - Anakin Skywalker x Reader

“If you’re up for ideas, I have one for Anakin Skywalker! The reader is under his training and they end up gaining feelings for each other. When Anakin is slowly turning to the dark side, he begins having nightmares about the future. His last dream was about the reader in TROS. In the dream, he saw that Palpatine returns and tries to lure her into the dark side. He had the same vision as Rey did when she saw herself joining the dark side, only this time, it was the reader instead of Rey. He wakes up after she says, “Don’t be afraid of who you really are.” That’s what stops him from going to the dark side.” REQ: @originalposter96

Warnings: Slight angst

Words: 2k

Extra info: The majority of this takes place in third person POV but in Anakin’s dream. On occasion it’ll be confusing cause there’s two Anakins.. one in the dream and the one dreaming it. But just keep in mind that anything italicized is the dream, and anything not is real life. italicized bold are Ani’s thoughts. I added onto the idea to include more of Ani’s downfall, so I hope it’s what you had in mind!

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The Clone Wars were dark times. Death and destruction across the entire galaxy - murder and mayhem in every corner. The Jedi were doing all they could to stop the Separatists and Count Dooku, but they could only do so much.

It seemed that, almost every battle, they would lose another Jedi Master. Of course, this was painful to say goodbye to a friend and fellow Jedi, but it hurt nobody more than it hurt Y/n L/n.

Young Y/n had been trained since she was 7 years old. She was a young orphan - and her parents were criminals. To say that the Jedi saved her life was to say the least.

Her first Master, Master Yindos, was the one who originally found her. She brought her to the Jedi Temple where the Masters agreed to start her training, since the Force was so strong with her.

Sadly, when Y/n was 14 Master Yindos was killed by Dooku during the battle to rescue Padme Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, and Obi Wan Kenobi. She had to be reassigned to a new Jedi Master, Master Ornell, whom trained her until she was 17. He sadly was killed as well during the beginning Clone Wars.

Y/n felt cursed. Each of the Masters she had both met the same fate - Masters Yindos and Ornell had both died. She begged and pleaded for Master Yoda to not give her a new Master, and to let her train to join the Jedi Service Corps. Instead, he assigned her a new Master - Master Skywalker.

Although Anakin was very adamant to accept a Padawan, he eventually warmed up to her quickly and the two became inseparable. Of course, the two of them being only a few years apart in age did complicate things a bit - because both of them thought the other was very attractive.

It wasn’t until the first time Anakin saved her from dying that they realized their feelings for each other. They tried to hide them - but eventually gave up and decided to date in secret instead.

And now, for almost a year, everything was perfect. Y/n felt that the curse had been lifted and she would finally become a Jedi Knight with Anakin as her Master.

Everything had continued to stay perfect - until Anakin’s infamous nightmares started to come back, and he started to become suspiciously close with Chancellor Palpatine.

He’d lay awake at night for hours after one, trying to figure out what they meant. After his mother’s death, any dream he had he took very literal. He wasn’t going to risk any more lives if something happened in his dreams anymore.

One night, Anakin thought he was having what seemed like a peaceful dream. But it felt different. It felt... foreign. And he wasn’t sure why.

“The wayfinder has got to be here somewhere...” a foreign voice said. “I know. I just don’t know where it could be,” Y/n replied to her. Anakin turned around and saw Y/n standing with a young girl who he did not know the name of. She wore what was reminiscent of a Jedi’s clothing, so he assumed it was a Jedi.

“I think I found something,” Anakin spoke, turning back around to a hallway from the strange ruins he was at. “I’ll go down with you, Anakin. I think the command center is down that way...” the girl spoke, nodding for Anakin to come with her.

“Keep him safe, Rey,” Y/n nudged “Rey” and she laughed lightly. “Don’t worry...” she pulled out her lightsaber and Anakin’s eyes widened.

She had his lightsaber. He touched his lightsaber hilt and picked it up, realizing it was the same as his. How could she have his lightsaber?

“He’s safe with me,” she smiled and attached it back to her hip. “C’mon.”

Anakin turned to Y/n, “Are you going to be alright angel?” he asked her, afraid to leave her. She nodded, giving him a thumbs up, “I’m fine! It’s just the ruins of the Death Star, Anakin. Everyone who worked here is long dead.”

Anakin nodded and reluctantly followed Rey.

Y/n hummed to herself softly as she looked around the dark, cold ruins when she passed by a triangular object. She gasped lowly and walked forward, grabbing it from it’s invisible hold and moved it between her fingers. She grinned, about ready to shout to Rey and Anakin when she heard a lightsaber ignite. She turned around and froze still in place, barely able to believe what she saw in front of her.

She saw herself - wrapped in a black cloak wielding a dual-edged lightsaber, smirking. She twirled the lightsaber between her fingers before speaking simply, “Y/n... don’t be afraid of who you are.”

She dropped the Wayfinder and instantly brought out her lightsaber as the dark version of herself swung to attack, blocking it. The two started dueling with each other, blocking over and over until finally Dark Y/n pins the other version of her against a wall, holding the saber threateningly close to her throat.

She struggled against her grasp as a she heard the labored machine-like breathing of a dark, looking figure. He stayed hidden in the shadows behind Dark Y/n and crossed his arms, “Good job, my sweet apprentice,” he spoke lowly. “We shall take her to the Emperor.”

“Think she knows who you are yet?” Dark Y/n smirked. Y/n gulped, what if this was the Sith Lord?

“I would hope so...” he answered, walking into the light. The tall, cloaked man stood beside Dark Rey and the sight of him fully sent chills down her spine. Half of his mask was broken, revealing half of the face of the wearer. “I would hope she would know her own husband.”

Y/n struggled more and Dark Y/n pressed the saber closer to her skin, starting to burn her neck slowly, “A-Anakin-!” she shouted, completely confused as to why her husband looked like that.

“What did you do? What happened to you?!” she choked out, screaming in pain from the burning. Anakin rest his hand on Dark Y/n’s shoulder and she moved the saber away.

“Like I said, Y/n. Don’t be afraid of who you are,” she spoke again.

Instantly, Anakin’s vision began to blur. All around him the Death Star ruins began to disappear and everything became hazy, but the loud mechanical breathing of the Dark Side Anakin blared in his ears.

The sceneries quickly switched and he was on Mustafar, alongside Y/n and Obi Wan.

“I don’t know you anymore. Anakin, you’re breaking my heart!” Y/n started to cry, “You’re going down a path I can’t follow!”

“Because of Obi Wan?” Anakin replied. He was so... angry. Anakin didn’t know why, and it scared him. He hadn’t been this angry since his mother died.

“Because of what you’ve done! What you plan to do! Stop now, and come back! Please! I love you...” her voice was so broken, so worried and scared that it frightened him. What could he have done that caused her this much pain?

The Anakin that’s stood in front of her snapped once he noticed Obi Wan Kenobi from the ship behind them, “LIAR! You’re with him! You brought him here to kill me!”

“No, Anakin-“ she started to say, then she squealed when she was lifted up and started choking. “N-NO!”

Anakin tried to scream but he couldn’t. He was frozen in place watching him choke his lover.

Then, the scenery changed again, and this time he was in a metal room with robots surrounding him. Instead this time he wasn’t a spectator in the dream - he was looking through the eyes of a charred man, laying on an operating table.

Anakin tried to look around but he couldn’t - then suddenly a searing pain ripped through his entire body. He screamed and started to flail around the best he could, but he was strapped down. He was able to look down for a moment and saw his legs had been chopped off - and replaced with metal legs. His arms were both robotic, and his head felt dizzy from all the pain he experienced at once.

He felt it all - every tool drilling through his skin, every piece of charred skin being ripped off. He felt everything.

Even after that tormenting, it did not prepare him for what came next. He looked up and saw a black mask get lowered down onto him. He tried to move but he was immobile, and the mask drew closer to him.

It covered his face and before it could lock he mustered all his strength to scream out, “Y/N HELP ME!”

But it was too late. The mask sealed, and the same horrifying mechanical breathing from earlier emitted from the mask. Anakin had just become Darth Vader.

Then, as quickly as he arrived, the world around him began to disappear again. Everything grew hazy.

Anakin tossed and he turned until suddenly, “NO!” Anakin screamed, sitting up and breathing heavily. “T-that can’t be true...” he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed heavily, “i-it cant be...”

Y/n ran back into their bedroom, fixing her robe when she saw his panicked face. “Ani? Sweetheart, what’s wrong? I heard you screaming...” she walked over and sat beside him, resting her hand on his thigh gently.

He sighed heavily and pulled her into a tight hug, fighting back tears, “I know what I have to do now.” he moved away and cupped her face with his hands, stroking her cheek gently as he looked at her with a worried expression, “I know you know I’ve been different. And I’m ready to talk about why.”

“Anakin, you’re scaring me...” Y/n frowned, holding onto his hand, “Whats going on?”

“I... started to be tempted. To fall into the Dark Side,” Anakin looked down, barely able to look her in the eyes now. “Because I wanted the power to save you from dying. Chancellor Palpatine had promised me that he would teach me that power, and he revealed himself to me as being the Sith Lord. It was him the entire time...” he sighed.

“Oh my God...” Y/n was stunned, “What are we going to do? He has total power over the Senate!”

“We’ll worry about that later, my angel. What’s important right now is the fact that I was almost fully seduced to the dark side, blinded by his lies... and the dream I just had made me realize that.”

“What happened in the dream?” she scanned his blue eyes, and noticed how scared and worn out he looked.

“You and I were looking for something called a Wayfinder. We had to go to a ruined spaceship called the Death Star to find it, and we were accompanied by a young Jedi named Rey. You found the Wayfinder, and you saw an evil version of yourself. She fought you and almost...” he looked down, taking a deep breath, “she almost killed you. And then a man in a black suit came out. He was so cold... so evil,” he winced, “...and he was me.”

“Anakin-“

“Then... I-I choked you. Nearly to death. I think, I think I did kill you, actually,” Anakin gripped the sheets with his metal hand, sighing. “I cant put you through that pain to watch me turn into a monster. I won’t let myself go down that path, and you too.” he held her hands and squeezed them gently, “I love you too much to let both of us go down a dark path.”

“Anakin, I promise none of that would ever happen.” she smiled and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his lips, “You won’t lose me to the dark side. And you won’t ever turn into a monster, Ani. I promise.”

He nodded and simply held her close to his chest, all the thoughts he had about joining the Chancellor fading away. That dream made him realize how evil the dark side really was - and all his recent dreams made sense now.

Rey was a recurring character throughout them, as were strange people by the names of Luke, Leia, and Kylo Ren. Their stories were affected by Anakin’s choice to become that man, and he was going to make it absolutely certain that he would never, ever turn into that monster.

oopsies. accidentally reblogged a sims 3 thing on here lmao

im currently working on some ani stories, so if you have any requests send them in xx

Only Mine - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (smut)

Warnings: Smut, slight sexual harassment but not from Anakin, oral (reader recieves), piv sex, finger fucking, unprotected sex

Words: 2.8k

Summary: Y/n is sent on a mission to seduce one of General Grievous workers, which gets Anakin completely and undeniably jealous.

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Y/n knew from the start that this mission would be dangerous in many ways. First of all, she was asked to go undercover to seduce one of the captains under General Grievous’ rule in order to capture him.

Under any normal circumstance, this would be fine. Sure, it would be nerve wracking - the man was infamously known for taking any chance he got with a woman, going farther than a true gentleman would. Not only that, but Y/n was married. In secret, of course, so nobody could’ve guessed she wasn’t the right woman for the job.

But she wasn’t just secretly married to any random man - she was secretly married to the Chosen One, Anakin Skywalker, who was always quick to tell someone when he didn’t agree with their judgement.

Of course, even before Y/n tried, Anakin was the first one to try and convince Windu that this was a bad idea. But no matter how desperate his pleads were, Y/n was still required to go through with the mission.

Hours before, Y/n stood in one of the bathrooms on the ship, dressing in a particularly showy outfit that she certainly felt self conscious in. If it was for Anakin, that would be a different story. But she had to look sexual specifically to seduce Zentah, no matter how uncomfortable it made her.

“You look beautiful, Y/n,” Anakin spoke softly, sneaking into the bathroom. Y/n let out a small squeal and turned around, clutching her necklace and sighing. “Ani, you scared me!”

“I’m sorry, my love,” he frowned. “I had to find a way to see you in secret before the mission. Are you... feeling okay?” He tried to keep his eyes firmly fixed on her face, but they couldn’t help but wander down her exposed body as a faint smirk toyed with his lips.

“My eyes are up here, Skywalker,” she smirked, pecking his lips very faintly to tease him.

“Come here,” he let out a low growl, gripping her hips to pull her close to his chest. She giggled softly and pressed her hands on his chest, pushing herself back, “Ah ah. Hands off.”

“You just look so irresistible,” he spoke lowly, pulling her back and mumbling in her ear in faint tones, “too bad I can’t take you right here.”

She closed her eyes and fought back a soft whimper at his words, mustering all her self control to keep her emotions in check and focus on the task at hand. No matter how alluring her husband was being, she couldn’t risk getting caught doing - never mind.

She shook her head softly and pecked his lips gently, cupping his cheek with her hand, “As much as I want you too, I have a job to do, sweetheart.”

Anakin tried to play off his disappointment with a single nod, but she recognized the pouty lips instantly and hit his arm playfully, “Don’t even try and use your pouty face on me!”

Anakin laughed and kissed her forehead softly, “Worth a shot. Just please, PLEASE don’t do anything too sexual with him. The fact I have to be on the same ship while you work your magic already frustrates me,” he grumbled, his cheeks reddening softly from embarrassment over his jealousy.

“Anakin, you are my husband and only you are. Anything I do today is for the good of the Republic, and for the war to be won in our favor. If we can sack him, that’s one less goon of Grievous’ to worry about,” Y/n assured him, running her hands up his biceps slowly. Though hidden under his general attire, she still felt them tense under her touch.

“Good.” Anakin leaned down and captured her lips in a tender and soft, yet meaningful kiss. “I’ll see you when we finally catch the bastard.”

~*~ time skip ~*~

Y/n was completely uncomfortable with how far they were getting. She knew she was walking on thin ice with him - and that was made perfectly clear when he brought her to his bedroom. This was the plan of course - that was where Anakin’s brigade would capture him. But she hadn’t expected this.

“You were just so beautiful, I couldn’t resist,” Zentah spoke lowly, walking towards her as Y/n instinctively backed up slowly. “We shouldn’t jump into anything too quickly,” Y/n replied softly, trying to play off her nervousness with a smile.

“But where’s the fun in that, little girl?” he stroked her cheek and she closed her eyes, leaning away from his touch as his other hand trailed up her body and squeezed her ass.


“Please get here soon, Anakin,” she thought to herself, afraid she bit off more than she could chew here. How could she get out of this if Anakin’s squadron was late?

“I-I don’t think-“

“Now, now. As much as I love that sexy voice, let me do all the talking...” he began to kiss her cheek, and trail it down her jawline slowly. Y/n let out a soft whimper, a gentle plea for him to stop but he didn’t.

Instead, he gripped her hips and began to lay her down on the bed, his lips getting dangerously close to hers. She tilted her head away and tried pushing him off, but his grip was too strong on her body.

“S-stop-“

“Let me help you with this,” he smirked, trailing his hands to unzip the back of her dress.

“N-no-!” Y/n gasped, trying to grab at his arms to get him to stop. But he already worked her upper half out of the dress. The deep valley of her breasts were showing, threatening to spill out from the tightness of her push-up bra. To say that Padme went a little too far with her outfit was to say the least.

“I don’t want this! Not yet, Zentah,” she corrected herself, her voice quavering from nerves.

It wasn’t like she’s never had sex before - she had been with Anakin many, many times. But this was a total stranger who she secretly loathed... the circumstances were completely different.

She kept eyeing the door, hoping and praying that her savior would walk through any second and save her from the embarrassment and shame.

“I don’t care, doll,” he stroked her jawline lowly and started to kiss down her neck, moving dangerously close to her breasts, “you’re mine now.”

Her breathing picked up and she tried to squirm away - right as his door opened and in came a brigade of Clones, lead by non-other than her husband, Anakin.

She turned and faced him and her heart leapt in her chest at the sight of him coming to save her.

Zentah jumped off of her and raised his hands up as a few of the clones surrounded him.

“Zentah Brithe, you are under arrest and being brought in for investigation for working with the enemy,” General Skywalker flicked his lightsaber on to taunt him, the brilliant blue reflecting in Zentah’s scared eyes as he was handcuffed. “You are no friend to the Republic anymore, you coward.”

“And as for you,” Anakin mumbled lowly, turning to the bed to look at his wife nearly half naked. Y/n averted her gaze once she realized how dark it had become, how angry and hurt he looked.

She had a bad feeling about this - this wasn’t going to end well.

~*~

Anakin speed walked them to his room, and making sure no one was around, pulled her into his room. He slammed the door shut with the Force which frightened Y/n, jumping slightly.

“What the hell?” he suddenly snapped, turning on his heel to face her.

Y/n gulped, “Why are you angry Anakin?”

“Why do you think!” he shouted, gripping his fingers into a tight fist, “You told me you wouldn’t do anything!”

“And I didn’t!” Y/n replied, stunned he was even angry over this, “he came onto me! He tried to kiss me, not the other way around!”

“That’s not what it looked like to me,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “You were half naked, looking up at him like you were about to kiss him.”

“Anakin, he was going to rape me!” she shouted, hurt that he didn’t trust her, “he started kissing ME when I told him I didn’t want this. He undressed ME and I tried to grab his hands to stop, and he didn’t let me. He-“

Y/n was cut off by a deep, hurried kiss from Anakin. Her eyes fluttered close as he caressed her cheeks with his large hands, making the kiss more heated the longer it went on.

“Anakin-“ Y/n spoke out of breath, before being cut off by a short, hurried kiss, “Don’t talk,” Anakin spoke lowly, trailing his hands down her cheek to her arms, “Let me do this.”

Though she was still on edge from Zentah, she relaxed from his kisses and gripped his biceps to keep her upright.

He held her close to him and tapped her hipbone twice gently, their own little sign to signal her to jump so he didn’t have to stop kissing her. She obliged snd jumped up, and he quickly grabbed her ass to keep her upright.

Swiftly, he moved them to his bed, pressing her down onto it softly as laid on top of her.

He trailed his kisses down from her lips to her jawline, and then her sweet spot.

She let out a soft moan in response, trailing her hands up his back slowly.

He smirked at the noise and trailed his kisses down her body slowly, starting to strip off her usual Jedi clothes slowly.

She blushes softly and watches him, moving her hands up to slide off his cloak.

Once he had pulled her robes down, he smiled softly and pressed soft kisses to her chest, trailing his hands very softly down her body.


She shivered from his touch, biting her lip as he moves his hands behind her back, unhooking her bra.

He slid it off and, because of what happened earlier that day, she moved her arms to cover her breasts, blushing lightly and turning away.

He frowned, kissing her lips softly to make her look at him. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled against her lips, moving his hand down her body again. He pressed his lips onto the valley of her breasts, making her ache for his touch. “Anakin,” she mumbled softly, her eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of his soft lips against her skin.

She had to bite down on her lip to suppress a moan when he moved his mouth down to take her right nipple into his mouth. She gasped softly and tried to grab at his back as he sucked gently on it. He moved to her other nipple and sucked it and licked it, moving his other finger to stroke her other one.

She closed her eyes and moans very softly, knowing she can’t be loud in case someone heard them.

Quickly, he moved down to her underwear and toyed with it for a moment, causing her to squirm to try and get him to take it off quicker.

He chuckled and slid it off slowly, moving down her body slowly as he kissed from her belly down to her thighs. She shivered in anticipation and watched him with big, lusty eyes as he slowly moved his lips to her aching core.

He finally moved her thighs apart a little more and moved his head down and pressed a soft kiss to her core, causing her to gasp and throw her head back in response.

“A-Ani,” she stammered, taken by surprise with his actions in the best way. Anakin smirked and moved her thighs apart further, kissing up and down her folds slowly.

Her eyes rolled back and she whimpered, unintentionally bucking her hips closer to his mouth. He chuckled and pulled her even closer to him, pumping his tongue into her slowly as her hand flew to her mouth to keep herself quiet.

She whimpered in pleasure as his thumb moved up to her clit, stroking it slowly as her breathing picked up more and more, making it increasingly difficult to keep quiet.

His tongue was working magic to her, doing things to her that she didn’t know were possible. She moved her hand up his back and tugged roughly on his long curls, causing him to let out a groan into her which sent more shivers up her spine.

“O-oh god... A-Anakin-!” she gasped, slowly starting to feel her high build. He smirked and moved his head to suck and lick on her clit, as he pressed his fingers into her slowly, teasingly.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” he spoke lowly and breathily, too focused on pleasuring her to move his lips away, sending more vibrations through her. She nodded and whimpered more, tugging on his hair again, “y-yes...! please, don’t stop...”

“Never, darling,” he mumbled into her, sucking more and pumping his fingers faster, curling his fingers deep inside her.

She squealed and covered her mouth, moaning louder as she fell to the edge, “A-Anakin-!” she squealed, “I’m s-so close...” she stammered, her breathing growing erratic.

He smirked and licked and sucked on her clit more and more, pumping her faster, “Let go, darling... let go...”

Almost instantly her eyes rolled back and her body jolted, finally finding her release and she moaned loudly into her hand, squirming around in pleasure, “Anakin!” she moaned into her hand, her breathing out of control.

Anakin helped her ride it through, removing his fingers slowly and kissing up her body again.

As she recovered from her high, she looked up at him through half lidded eyes, still yearning for more, and she could tell he was desperate for a release, too.

“I need you, sweetheart,” Anakin played with her hair gently, kissing her deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her closer.

She felt his length press firmly against her core and she whimpered again, throwing her head back, “I need you too, please...” she gasped, feeling him press more against her.

He sat up straight and positioned himself, rubbing her hipbone softly to calm her down, “You ready?”

She nodded, pushing her hips up cause she was so desperate for friction. He chuckled and pressed her hips down, smirking, “So desperate...” he slowly pressed himself in, letting out a low growl of relief.

“So wet for me...” he mumbled, resting his head in her neck as he kissed it gently, beginning to thrust in and out slowly.

She whimpered and her eyes rolled back gently from his hips, holding onto his back tightly, “F-fuck, Ani... you feel so good,” she moaned.

“You feel better...” his hands roamed her body as he sped up his hips, thrusting into her at a quick pace, going deep into her, stretching her out.

She felt him everywhere, which sent her mind into a dizzy haze. Her senses were on high alert - her entire body burning with desire and pleasure, trying to get closer to him.

He moved his head to kiss her heatedly, cupping her cheeks with both hands as he thrust deeper, causing her to moan into his mouth. He growled in response and went faster, he absolutely loved the power he had over her.

“J-Just like that,” she moaned softly, blushing deeply as she trailed her eyes across his body. From his gorgeous face to his large biceps and toned chest, she was completely in awe at over how lucky she got.

“That feel good, baby? Hmm?” he smirked against her lips, taking her bottom lip between his teeth. She whimpered into his mouth and nodded slowly, burning with euphoria.

Soon, they both had reached their climaxes and came down at the same time, both of them panting heavily with Anakin directly on top of her.

He breathed lowly and kissed her hurriedly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling them to their side, laying down.

“You’re mine, Y/n. My beautiful angel...” he mumbled into her hair, kissing it softly and hugging her tightly.

“I’m all yours...” she mumbled sleepily, resting her head on his chest as she looked up at his gorgeous blue eyes, full of lust and love. “I love you, Anakin.”

“I love you more, my Y/n,” he kissed her again, before holding her until they both fell asleep.

Hold Me - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (one shot)

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff mainly

Words: 1.4k

This is my first fanfiction here, so hopefully you guys enjoy it! Message me if you have any requests for Kylo or Anakin :) gif made by me

~*~

Y/n opened her cabin door and sighed heavily, immediately running over to her bed and collapsing down onto it. She turned and buried her head into her pillow case, gripping it tightly and screaming into it.

She was more stressed out than she had been all month long - it was one thing after another, piling up and beginning to taunt her. First, she was appointed general of yet another army - making her commander towards two different armies for completely different battles during the Clone Wars. Being at two places at once was practically draining and exhausting, and she was barely holding on by a thread.

Not only that, but she was being hit with guilt upon the loss of her clones. Today had the biggest bloodshed her squadron had seen - and she broke down in front of everyone. Already stressed out from her Padawan, Felecia, almost getting kidnapped and completely disobeying her orders days in a row; and getting into a massive argument over her safety with her secret husband Anakin days prior, she broke down.

Completely embarrassed from the sudden outburst, she stood up, brushed off her robes and excused her prior actions, cheeks red with embarrassment.

Now, hours later, her squadron’s missions both were complete, and she had a bit of time to breathe. So of course, she retired to her quarters and did the one thing she needed to do most - scream and cry.

Crying louder than she had realized, she heard a faint knock on the door. Gasping softly and sitting up, she started to try and make her face look presentable before standing up. She already knew who was at the door, it was her husband, Anakin. She had sensed his presence, and knew he too was in distress.

She slowly walked over to the door and opened it, seeing her husband’s worried blue eyes and immediately melting.

“My love... I heard about what happened on the bridge,” Ani began, sighing. “Can I-“

“Just hold me,” she spoke lowly, afraid to cry again. Y/n moved aside and grabbed his arm, yanking him into her - well, their but no one but them had to know that - room, shutting the door with the Force and hugging him tightly.

Instantly, she started to cry into his dark robes again, the comforting arms of her husband ushering her to let out her emotions.

Anakin sighed and pulled her closer, hugging her even tighter, “I’ve got you...” he buried his face into her hair and sighed, pressing a soft kiss to it as he squeezed her tighter in his arms, “I’m here darling. Let it out.”

“I-i’m sorry,” Y/n croaked, embarrassment reddening her cheeks again as she realized she started unloading on him without asking. “I should’ve-“

“Shh, shh. It’s okay,” Anakin hums, walking them a few steps to the right of them and letting her go gently. He slid off the darker part of his robe, sitting on the side of the bed as he chucked it to the floor. He picked her up easily, her small figure light in his arms. He gently laid her down on their bed, pulling her to his chest as he played with her hair softly, “Cry to me sweetheart. What’s going on?”

Y/n sniffled and hid her face into his shirt, gripping just above his belt a fistful of grey fabric as she cleared her thoughts. “It’s just a lot.”

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t let my beautiful wife talk about her worries?” He spoke softly, playing with her (h/l) (h/c) hair gently with his bare fingertips.

Y/n smiled against his shirt softly and closed her eyes. Though they were married for almost a year now, she still felt her heart flutter at the mention of their marriage.

“It’s not just one thing, it’s a lot Ani,” she sighed, trying to figure out where to start as she calmed her tears, “I’m not sure where to start.”

“Start from the beginning. What started the emotions to build up,” he replied. Y/n nodded, “I guess it started when we fought.”

“I caused you this pain?” Anakin stopped, a hurt expression on his face as he looked down at her. “No!” Y/n replied quickly, “It was guilt from fighting with you, that’s all.”

“I fought with you about that because I worry about you, angel,” he sighed, sitting up and pulling her onto his lap, cradling her much smaller body, “I don’t want...” he stopped, trying to find the right words so he didn’t scare either of them, “I don’t want to be called onto a planet leading a rescue mission because you were taken or killed in battle.”

Y/n looked up and saw the pain and fear of that thought in his eyes, and her heart strained. She hugged him tighter, sniffling, “I won’t ever let that happen.”

“And I won’t either,” Anakin sighed, caressing the back of her hair with his large hand, pressing her head further against his chest. “Was that all?”

“No,” Y/n mumbled softly, her eyes fluttering closed softly as he stroked her head softly, “Felecia scared me. I thought-“ she froze, the thought of it happening scaring her to tears again, “I thought she got kidnapped. She was fighting so well, and then she just disappeared... I saw her get dragged away by some clones, and I just... snapped.”

Y/n recalled the scary memory easily. Watching her much younger Padawan get dragged away, screaming and kicking as her lightsaber fell from her hand. Y/n screamed her name and ignited her purple saber as she rushed towards the drones, slicing through their body easily. Sometimes, the pure anger that always seemed to be pent up inside Y/n scared her, but it certainly proved helpful in situations like that.

“I almost hit her,” she blinked back more tears, “she looked so frightened. She looked scared of me,” A silent, hot tear tricked down Y/n’s cheek, “and it broke me. I’m afraid my anger will eventually lead me down a dark path.”

Anakin began to rock her softly as she cried harder, gripping his shirt tighter, “I hurt both people I love in the same day. First you, and then her. She’s like the daughter i’ve always wanted, and I scared her half to death,” she sobbed, shaking softly as Anakin shushed her, rocking her gently, “I’m not angry at you. And she’s not scared of you. She was shaken up, clearly. Remember she’s young - younger than most - and the fear of possible death probably was what scared her.”

“I wish that were correct,” Y/n frowned, wiping her eye, “but she told me that she’d never seen that fury in my eyes before. It scared her.”

Anakin started moving the pad of his thumb against the side of her face, drawing unrecognizable shapes against her soft skin as he continued to listen.

“And i’m just worried about my armies... one is hard enough, let alone two. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, Ani,” her lip quivered, trying to contain more tears to spare his shirt from becoming completely soaked with hot tears.

“Forget the shirt,” Anakin chuckled, “I can change.” He pushed her back slightly so he can look in her (e/c) eyes and smiled softly, “I promise you’re doing an amazing job, sweetheart. There’s not another person that would’ve been better for the job Master Yoda gave you,” he spoke softly. “You’re doing amazing.”

“You would’ve been the better fit,” Y/n frowned, closing her eyes and hanging her head down, “It certainly doesn’t feel like I was the right fit.”

“You are. And you know why?” Anakin pushed her chin up gently and Y/n shook her head softly, “because you’re my wife. And my wife is the most amazing woman in the galaxy. The second best pilot-“

“Second?” Y/n furrowed her brows as Ani chuckled, “Behind me of course.” he kissed her nose, causing her to crinkle her nose up and smile softly. Though Ani was being serious, he always had to have that special occasional Skywalker playful manner that Obi Wan and her both loved to hate.

“Okay, okay, second best,” she giggled softly. “Right.” Anakin kissed her cheek before continuing, “She’s the most amazing woman in the galaxy. The smartest, strongest, and most beautiful woman ever. And somehow... through every bad thing I’ve done...” Anakin reached for her hands, kissing them softly, “out of all the men in the galaxy... she chose me.”

She blushed softly and pressed her lips softly against his, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way, Ani.”