Based on this artist’s work
Warning: CNC elements, Primal play, implied sex but not necessarily NSFW
Hear me out about Anakin asking to get muzzled, ok.
When he asks for it, it wouldn’t be as an act of submission. With all the power coursing through his veins, with the secrets he harbors of his violent tendencies and slaughter he committed on Tatooine, Anakin already feels like a rabid animal next to you at the best of times, why not wear it on the outside? Why not muzzle himself like a beast and hunt you through some god forsaken city on the outer rim? He wants to feel the fear pumping through your veins when he corners you in a dark backend off the street, where no one bats an eye at some pretty, helpless thing screaming from an unlit alley. He wants to feel your thoughts pulse with it, this is just a game this is just a game, he won’t hurt me; he wants to feel the thought get weaker, diluted with fear and doubt, as you both fall deeper into the characters of predator and prey.
There’s something different about the way he walks, less care with his posture, a slow rise and fall to his shoulders, as if scouring a city to find you was child’s fodder. Your heart is clawing at your rib cage, throat raw from running. There is nowhere else to go and it’s getting dark out here; 30 minutes of daylight left and nothing more than a single, measly sconce on a brick wall to illuminate his figure. You can’t see his face with the setting sun behind him, but the muzzle makes its form unfamiliar. Anakin is a proud creature, one to make it known when you’ve been beat, but he is silent now, having crossed the distance between you two on the feet of a hunter. Only now, with your wrists secured between his fingers, with the bars of the muzzle pressed against your lips can you see his wild smile. He’s going to eat you alive.
