Touch Starved/ Desprate Anakin? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 Like He's Been On A Mission For Weeks And Tried

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can u pls do something about anakin with a size kink *_* like the reader is super petite and short and anakin is yk. tall and big. YUP...

FUUCKK I actually love this but I try not to write it a lot bc I know it excludes a whole population of taller kings and queens 😭 BUT Anakin is so tall that like even if you’re conventionally tall, he’ll still probably be taller. Anyway ty for the opportunity to write about this bc it’s actually MY SHIT 🤤🤤 so yeah let’s go:

Anakin x fem reader size kink headcanons: (nsfw)

Listen up ladies and gentlemen, my research has concluded that while Hayden Christensen is 6’0 (182.88cm) and we’ve all been simping over just how fucking tall he is 😍... well surprise surprise shawty’s cause it gets even better. He’s actually 6’2.

Yes that’s right 😌. According to Mr Sir Lord Georgie Lucason himself, Anakin is 6’2 (197.96cm) 🥰🥰

So imagine Anakin in rots EXCPET TWO INCHES TALLER YUUMMM 💦💦💦💦

And then imagine you, you’re so much shorter 🥺 and so when you go up to him your head barely reaches his shoulders

and talking to him you kind of just look up at him like 🥺🙌🏻

And he looks down at you like 😊

And for this reason, he does that thing often where he puts a finger under your chin to get you to meet his eyes

Bc let’s be real, when someone towers over you like that it can be pretty intimidating. Especially with the power and beauty Anakin holds 😭🤩🤤

So if he ever finds you staring at his neck, or holding onto his robe sleeve and fidgeting with it as you talk to him, he’ll catch your chin with his fingers and lift your face so that you’re looking right at him. All, “look at me when you speak, baby.” 😭😭😭😭

Gahhh his hands. They’re so big, they can literally wrap around your waist and just envelope you so completely. And he’s always so gentle because he knows he can just snap you like a twig if he tried.

That’s what makes choking so fun 😏

It’s a lil scary how easily he could just END YOUR SHIT, whether it’s the flesh hand or metal hand, he’s so strong either way and there’s no chance you’d be able to break free if you tried. So if he’s got his fingers locked around your throat, slightly squeezing, increasing in pressure, those little sparks of fear join in with whatever else he’s doing to you and it’s just 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Choke me Anakin

Because also!!!!! My gosh he’d be so soft 🥺. Half of him knows what he’s doing and he knows it scares you a little and he likes it, while the other half just wants you to spoil you and praise you so that you’re a happy gushing mess.

So he’ll be fucking your brains out, cock stuffed so far into your sobbing pussy, and the threat of his hand around your throat takes away any semblance of control you might have had and suddenly all you can do is take his cock and clutch at his arms and shoulders as he shoves himself deeper into you, whispering against your lips about how well you’re taking him, how pretty you look, how cute those sounds are...

The manhandling 😏😏😏

You could be on your stomach, being pounded till next Tuesday, and suddenly you’re being wrenched off his dick, flipped over, legs pushed up, and split open on his cock again.

AND WHEN I SAY SPLIT OPEN—-

Big dick in little pussy. Is that explanation enough??????

That stretch is wild. No amount of preparation can get you ready for just how fucking big he is. And it’s not just the length, it’s the width too!!!

Just the weight of it in your hands or your mouth, or feeling it against your thigh as it grows in mass and stiffness is intimidating as all hell. Every time, you’re not sure you’ll even be able to take it.

Admittedly, the first few times you weren’t able to. He slowly fucked you open, stretching you out inch by inch until you couldn’t take anymore. And when you apologized and began babbling about how you want him so bad but he’s so just so big, he quiets your whimpers with a gentle kiss and a stroke of his fingers against your cheek.

“Don’t worry about it, angel, we can work up to it.” “There’s no pressure, I don’t want to hurt you.” “Take what you can for now baby.”

COSICKEKDKWKDID such a sweetheart 🥺

So yeah you go slower at the beginning, but eventually you are able to take more and more of him until that fateful day when you’re sinking down onto his lap, the stretch and slide is never ending, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so full before, and then your hips meet his.

You look down in shock like “😳” and he’s kissing your head like “🥰” and your hand goes over your stomach to see if you can feel the outline of his dick there bc it certainly feels like you should be able to, with how fucking deep he is.

And he notices you squirming, trying to get used to the feeling and he asks “Is it okay? Does it hurt? You want me to move?”

And you assure him it’s good, it’s so good. You just need to be careful to stay relaxed, so he begins moving inside of you, dragging out and pressing back in a couple inches to begin with, keeping you stretched and soaking, thumb finding your clit and rubbing gentle circles.

His lips ghost across your neck, feeling the vibrations of your moans as he tells you how good you’re doing, how proud he is, how he’s fucking you so deep. Reminding you to breathe and relax so that when you come, you’re shaking and shivering and crying all over him.

And the feeling of your tight little pussy convulsing around him, gripping and squeezing him like a vice— he can feel it on every inch as he follows after you.

OHHHH and when you’re on top, and your legs get tired from moving up and down, he can grip right onto your ass or your waist and move you himself, you barely have to put any effort in bc hes so strong he can just do it for you. And when he gets especially heated, he’ll grip your just right and slam you down onto his cock, over and over and over 🥵🥵🥵

I mean like. Holding you down is so easy. You’re so small in comparison, when his head is buried between your thighs all he has to do is press you flat against the mattress and wrench your legs wide open and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can squirm and wriggle and arch and struggle as much as you want but you’re not getting anywhere 🤷🏼‍♀️

Also I said it once and I’ll say it again, sitting on his lap is a Must. Because in order for him to kiss you while you’re both standing up, he has to lean down so far and you have to go on your tippy toes. And while he loves to pick you up and kiss you against the wall, it’s mostly just easy to have you climb onto his lap and kiss him like that bc it’s much more relaxed and comfortable.

Lap action = thigh riding action so everyone wins really 🥰

Plus, you can tangle your fingers in his hair and move his head how you want when you’re feeling a little more bold, and he loves when you pull on his hair so his kisses get a little more heated, more teeth, more low moans and growls, etc etc.

Forehead kisses 😍

THEYRE PERFECT.

He can just plant a little “boop 😘” right above the eyes and it leaves you all warm and mushy bc it’s like he just gave you your own personal crown ✨✨✨

And wearing his robe 😭😭😭 YOU DROWN IN IT, like he’ll be looking for you all over the apartment and only when he rechecks the lump of his discarded robe on the bed does he realize you’re in there and he just finds it so cute 🥺🥺

Taking baths with him is mucho easy because you fit right into him like a puzzle piece

Same with cuddling, you can sprawl right on top of him and it’s no bother bc he loves to feel squished, and your weight on top of him is so comforting

Imagine his hand holding yours and just being so wrapped up on his 🥺🥺 how warm and strong he feels.

How your hand can’t even fit around his bicep BC HES JUST SO BIG AND STRONG 😭😭🥵

And when he walks beside you, he has to remember to slow down bc one of his steps is like 3 of yours, and he always wondered why you were panting when he was walking a leisurely pace. So he walks slow now so you can keep up 🥰🥰🥰

When he hugs you he just completely swallows you 😭😭🥰 every inch of you is wrapped up in him 🤤

SOWKCKWODKDOE IMAGINE HIM KNEELING DOWN TO YOUR HEIGHT, like getting on his knee so he can tie your shoe 🥺 hands on his shoulders to keep you steady, that cute little smile as he looks up and the curls are falling into his eyes 🥺

You’re the perfect height where he can pull you into him and your face will be all smooshed against his chest 🥰 the warmest part of him 🥰

Be still my heart yum 🤤💦

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Alright season 4 of stranger things was something else.. BUT let's talk about

THIS MAN

And nothing will change that

Anakin smiles. Not a smile like the Emperor’s. Or a crazed grin like Darth Maul’s. Not even a smirk like Anakin might have shown Ahsoka back in his Jedi days. But a real smile. The smile that only Padmé ever saw.

19 Years Later... (Darth Vader x reader miniseries chapter 1)

19 years have passed since Y/n’s husband Anakin’s death, and she has become the leading General of the newly founded Rebellion alongside her past Jedi friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, now known as Ben Kenobi. When her children Luke and Leia Skywalker gets kidnapped by Darth Vader, the man who killed her husband; her and Obi-Wan Kenobi must come rescue her. But when she finds out who’s behind Darth Vader’s mask, the truth is something she never thought she had to prepare herself for.

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Index:

1. prologue

2. chapter 1

3. chapter 2 [Coming soon]

wc: 2.3k

warnings: cursing

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Being the leader of the new Rebellion against the evil Galactic Empire had its perks. One of the things that was not a perk, however, was hiding one’s actual name from their people, and past.

None of Y/n’s rebels knew of her past as a former Jedi Knight that fought in the Clone Wars. Though she fought like a cunning warrior, the thought had never once crossed their minds, seeing as all the Jedi were dead.

She had raised her children Luke and Leia with Obi-Wan’s guidance to be trained as Jedi, seeing as both of them were very Force-Sensitive.

Watching Luke wield his father’s lightsaber brought such bittersweet feelings to both old Jedi Knights. Anakin was such a big part of both of their lives, that it was almost painful to see this without him there.

Anakin would be beyond proud of his son and daughter, for sure.

Y/n recalled the first time he and Leia held their lightsabers. They were both 9, the same age their Father was when he was brought him by Qui-Gon Jyn from Tattooine.

Luke had rushed up to Obi’s old trunk excitedly, admiring the strange silver object with big eyes as Leia crowded behind him, “What’s that, Uncle Obi?”

“This is your father’s lightsaber, my dear. He would’ve wanted you to have it,” Obi replied, a sad smile on his face as he held onto the hilt, activating its stellar blue glow.

“This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster—“ Obi handed it to Luke and his eyes widened, waving it around gently so he didn’t break it. “—an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.”

“Is it mine?” Luke’s eyes beamed in excitement. Obi-Wan nodded, sitting down as he picked up Leia, putting her on his knee.

“For over a thousand generations, the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice. The old republic. Before the Empire...” he trailed off, turning his head towards the window.

Y/n rushed into the room, hearing the lightsaber and fearing there was an intruder, “Obi-Wan! What’s going on, I’m—“ she ignited her brilliant (l/c) saber, holding it in a protective stance before she realized it was just Luke. She sighed heavily and disengaged her saber, attaching it back to her belt loop, “Obi, you didn’t tell me you were doing this now...” she crossed her arms.

“Mom! Obi-Wan told me this was Dad’s! Look!” he started swinging it gently, making sure it didn’t hit anyone since he knew how deadly they could be. She began to smile sadly as she remembered a young Anakin as a padawan, rushing in to show her his lightsaber he constructed the day he finally got one.

She smiled sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. “You look so much like your father, Luke,” she said sadly. Obi looked back at Luke, and for a split moment, he was reminded of the small slave his old master brought back with him. He smiled to himself remembering how he helped Anakin with his padawan braid.

“Princess, come here. I’ll let you hold my lightsaber, okay?” she handed Leia her saber gently, and she took gingerly from her hand. Leia took it and igniting it, the blade’s glow reflecting in her excited little eyes.

“Mom? How did dad die? You never answered me,” Luke asked. Y/n felt herself freeze in place, a large lump in her throat forming. “Luke, I...”

“I’ll tell them, Y/n,” Obi-Wan replied solemnly. “Your father was killed by a young Jedi named Darth Vader. He was a close friend of mine before he fell. He helped the Emperor hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father.” The room fell silent, until Luke asked another question, “So you and Uncle Obi are the last remaining Jedi?”

Obi-Wan shook his head no, “There are others, but sparse. To name a few, Master Yoda and Ahsoka Tano, your father’s Padawan learner. The last remaining Jedi are being hunted down by Vader, which is why we hide.”

Leia spoke up softly, “Is that why we don’t use our actual last name, mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart. As long as Vader’s reign continues, we must hide our names. Darth Vader does not know about the two of you, so you are safe. For us, on the other hand...” she trailed off, and the kids understood.

“Mom... Mom,” Leia spoke loudly. Y/n blinked in confusion and turned back around, looking at her daughter, “Yeah, my love?”

“Are you okay mom?” Leia asked, frowning. “We need to look at the Death Star plans.”

“Right,” she sighed heavily, turning to face from the window out looking Yavin 4. “I’m fine, princess. I just... was remembering Anakin, that’s all.” Leia sighed and laid her hand on her mother’s back, rubbing it gently, “Dad would be proud of everything you’ve done, mom.” She began to tear up as she pulled Leia into a tight hug, “I hope so. It’s been about 20 years and it still doesn’t feel right,” silent tears fell down her cheeks into her daughter’s bunned hair.

“I’m proud of you, Leia. If you were to be trained within the Order now, you’d be the same age your father was when he became a Jedi Knight, and when he married me...” she sniffled, wiping her tears. Leia smiled softly, holding her mom’s hand, “Do you think he’d be proud of me, too?”

“I know he would,” she rubbed her fingertips against hers, “He would pull you into the tightest hug, spin you a little and say softly, ‘That’s my baby girl,’” she replied, her voice cracking slightly. Leia began to tear up as she hugged her back, “I wish I knew him...” she said softly. “I wish so too, babe, so bad...” Y/n sighed. But I won’t let his memory be in vain. Let’s go look at these plans and destroy that Death Star, yeah?”

Leia and Y/n walked to the main board room, seeing how the map was already up on display. “General Jonas, we’ve been examining the Death Star plans. They’re on screen now,” one of her commanding officers recited. “Good, thank you, officer. Have we discovered a weak point yet? Or at least some form of entry point?”

“No, ma’am. We haven’t studied long enough. There are many ways in, but all most likely heavily guarded. We will have to find a way to go under the radar without getting detected, somehow,” he replied. She nodded, walking closer to examine it. She closed her eyes and felt out through the Force for some answer. No surprise to her, she could barely feel anything at all but an empty void. Ever since Anakin had died, she had felt more distanced from the Force than ever. Maybe she and Anakin possessed a rare Dyad, or maybe she had simply lost touch with the Force; but no matter what she did, she was nowhere near as powerful in the Force as she used to be.

“Alert me if you find anything, Officer, I would love to have this Death Star in shambles by the end of the month,” Y/n left to walk out and to ask Obi-Wan on the matter. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded, turning back to his computer to get back to work.

Elsewhere, Leia was pacing in Luke’s room, grumbling to herself, “I know Obi-Wan has taught us to not let our emotions guide us, but I can’t when it comes to him. He killed our father, he should be dead!” Leia huffed in anger, collapsing down onto her twin’s bed.

Luke grunted in response, his mouth full of food still, “It’s not like you can take him on yourself. You’d die!” he said, or at least, sounded like he said. “I will not let the lives of those lost who got us the plans in the first place’s memories die. We wouldn’t be this close to planning an attack without their sacrifices. Moreover, Mom has had these plans for two days now, and she hasn’t done a single thing about it!” Leia responded quickly. Luke shrugged, “Leia. Be real. It’s not like we can steal a ship and fly to the Death Star, find it’s a weak point, and get back in time for dinner.”

Leia sat up, looking at Luke as if he had just committed mass murder. “...What?” Luke asked warily. Leia grinned, “That’s it! We’ll do just that, Luke! We’ll take one of mom’s ships, fly around the death star undetected and find weak entry points, and get back like we were never even gone!”

“Leia, you can not be serious right now!” Luke gasped, setting his food down, “We can’t do this, we could get in so much trouble! Or spotted!”

“Do you want to sit idly while our mother and uncle do nothing, whereas our Father’s murderer is out on the lose on that moon!” Leia snapped at him. He narrowed his eyes, “That’s no moon, Leia. Also, no, I don’t! But do we have a choice? No. We’re staying here.”

“No, we’re leaving. Whether I go alone is up to you entirely, but at this point, I just want the man who killed my father dead,” Leia said, glaring at him. Luke huffed, “You think I don’t want him dead, too? But we are children, we literally can’t do anything!”

“We are 19 years old and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to sit at home here and wait for Vader to kill more innocent people,” Leia frowned, crossing her arms. “I really need you with me, Luke. But I get it if you don’t go.” she stood up, grabbing her stuff to leave when Luke grumbled “Wait!” under his breath. “I’ll... go. Just to protect you. But this is a bad idea, and I don’t want to get caught,” he raised a brow to her. Leia grinned and hugged Luke tightly, “Thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this! But bring your lightsaber maybe, just in case?”

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“What do you mean, YOU LET THEM GO?” Y/n snapped to C3-PO, enraged. Threepio raised his hands in defense, “I couldn’t stop them, mistress! I tried my best, I swear!”

“You let my children go confront Vader ALONE? You’re so lucky I don’t shut you down for that!” she growled, shoving past him with Obi-Wan following close behind her. “Oh, dear. I’m doomed,” Threepio whined.

“We have to go after them, we... I can’t... I can’t lose my kids,” Y/n said nervously, starting to pace once Obi got close. “Y/n, calm down sweetheart. I need you to breathe and think,” Obi said, holding onto her shoulders gently. “If we go, we have an equal chance of being caught since they’ll already be on high alert.”

She sighed heavily, shaking her head, “I hate you for being so levelheaded and smart, Obi,” she frowned. “That’s my specialty,” he winked. “Now, we need to stop and make sure that we can pull this rescue off without risking our lives, too.”

Meanwhile, at the Death Star, Vader was summoned by his leading captain because of an alert of an enemy ship flying nearby. “Bring them in, search them. They may know General Jonas.” “Yes, My Lord.”

Vader turned to leave the bridge towards the docking bay, to meet his guests personally. As he walked, his mind was filled with visions and memories from his dream the night before. Of her.

He sighed heavily, picking up speed as he neared the docking bay. Passing a group of stormtroopers, he pushed past them to be in front, crossing his arms. The door opened, and two stormtroopers walked out holding a young girl and boy, yelling at them to let go of them.

As soon as Vader looked at the two, he felt something... strange. A certain presence in the Force he had never felt before. What is this? Why do they feel familiar?

Vader dropped his arms, walking forward and raising his hand to stop the troopers, “Who are you? And why were you near my Death Star?”

His unmerciful, robotic voice rumbled through their chests, terrifying them. In all their years, they had never seen something so cold and unforgiving. “Don’t be petrified, answer me if you want to live,” Vader challenged, staring right at the boy.

“You killed our father,” Leia’s voice was cold, sad, and broken. She knew this was a bad idea, but it was too late now. “I wanted revenge.”

“You’ll have to forgive me, my princess, but I’ve killed many men. Your father was just another tick on my list, whoever he may be.”

“You son of a—!” Luke yelled, rushing to jump at him when the stormtroopers all turned their weapons on him, making him stop. Vader growled, “Insolent children. I don’t think you know who I am, truly. I’d crush you in a heartbeat, but seeing as you could have something of use to me... take them away, both of them,” Vader commanded. The two shouted in disagreement, and Vader simply stood and watched them struggle.

“You bitch! You’ll pay for what you did to our dad!” Luke yelled as he was taken away. Vader rolled his eyes from under the mask and walked back to his quarters. He knelt on the floor, taking his mask off as he called out to his Emperor through the force.

“What do you want, Lord Vader?” Palpatine growled, looking down at Vader’s hologram. “I felt something through the Force a few moments ago. My new hostages... they seem to be strong with it.”

“Really? Are you sure, my apprentice?”

“Yes, Master. More sure than anything.”

“Well, you know what you must do. Kill them. They could be Jedi if they tried opposing you,” Palpatine smirked. “They’re only children, which means they’re newer Jedi. Someone had to have trained them.”

“Children never stopped you before, don’t let it stop you now. Do it.”

“...Yes, my Master.” Vader ended the holomessage, sighing.

“Who are you two...?” he asked himself, reaching out through the Force and feeling they were still there.

Strange.

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so i wrote a 2k fanfic about if Obi Wan spared Anakin instead of killed him, and i kind of want to post it but i’m not sure anyone would read it. is anyone interested?