You decide you’re going to be RANDOMLY SITTING IN THEIR LAPS. Here’s how they’d react! Don’t be afraid to interact with a reblog or comment!
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Anakin Skywalker - The moment your bottom comes near his lap, his hands instinctively go to hold your waist and help lower you. They settle in your lap as your back rests against his chest and his head leans on yours. His touch is gentle as he rubs your belly, your own chest, anywhere pressure may be pent up. “Is everything alright, my love? Just need to be held?”
Clayton Beresford - Clayton watches in curious silence as you come into his office and around his desk, plopping into his lap. His eyebrows raise and he smirks, “Make yourself at home.” He’d rest any free hand on your thighs and occasionally give them little pats and squeezes.
James Kelly - He’s sat on the couch with a beer when you enter the room. “Hi, Pretty,” he says, putting his arm out to wrap around your waist when he sees you’re coming to him. James presses a firm kiss to your temple and rubs up and down your side as you sit on him.
Luke Ryder - Luke is buried in his thoughts at a desk when you come over he welcomes you. He’s immediately melting into your body and holding you tight. The small moments like this mean so much to him… they’re the ones he actually likes to think about when he’s stressed. “Never wanna lose you,” he’ll mumble into your shoulder, followed by many kisses to it.
Stephen Glass - He looks at you in confusion, “What are you doing?” You just get comfortable in response. “Okay. You’re sitting. Alright,” he says, surprised and nervous… basically the usual. He’s happy about it, but shows it in his own unique way—stiffening completely up and just watching your every move.
Scott Barringer - You sit on his lap whilst he’s alone in the common area and his head is immediately on a swivel. “Baby… gonna get us in trouble,” he murmurs, but his actions betray his words as his arms snake around your waist and he leans into your body. After a moment, Scott becomes too paranoid at the idea of being banned from seeing you by the counselors and gets up, lending a hand. “C’mon. I have a better place in mind.”
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First Kiss - Anakin treats reader to their first kiss
Drunk - Reader comes home from a party wasted, and Anakin is there to witness it… and maybe make out with…
Anakin Cuddling Hc’s - What it’s like to cuddle with the Best Boy
Anakin with giggly reader Hc’s and Anakin x Jealous/Insecure reader - first half is hc for a giggly reader and second half is a fic where reader gets jealous and insecure and Anakin comforts them
Anakin x Short/Shy/Insecure Reader Hc’s - Just some headcanons of a soft boy
Loving On You - Slight Anakin angst, basically you hold him after a crappy mission
Be My Forever - Anakin proposes with as little words as possible
Anakin Teaches You How To Drive Hc’s- nice car go zoom 🚗💨
Anakin With a Pregnant Reader Hc’s- use protection kids
Anakin x Touch Starved Reader Hc’s - definitely not self indulgent
Touch Starved Anakin x Reader Hc’s - this was actually rlly cute
Playing with his hair imagine - i know i write about this a lot but cmon
Anakin Comforting Reader Hc’s - cue the uwu’s
Distraction - Anakin distracts reader as they study
Walking with Anakin as he does General stuff- small blurb
Domestic Anakin Hc’s - random thoughts I had of him
Giving Anakin a massage - w a tiny hint of smut
Complimenting Anakin - is never talked about enough
Anakin x curvy Reader Hc’s
Anakin x skinny Reader Hc’s
Fluff blurbs! - one, two
Stargazing with Anakin
Wearing Anakin’s Jedi Robes Hc’s
Sleepy moments with Ani Hc’s
Jealous Anakin x Reader Hc’s - mentions of smut
Anakin x Jealous Reader Hc’s - mentions of smut
Patched Up - Reader comes back from a mission all cut up, Anakin helps patch her up
Sick People Should Stay Away from Balconies - Reader is sick and asking for trouble, Anakin deals with her shit
Jelly toast - a request for a reader coming back from a mission all bruised and cut up, Anakin takes care of her
Anakin x Asthmatic Reader Hc’s - how he would act to you having asthma
Bad Dream- Reader has a nightmare during a thunderstorm and goes to Anakin for help
He Kicks Your Ass And Then Lets You Braid His Hair - see title
A Helping Hand (part 1) - Reader hurts her arm during a mission, and Anakin comes to help her (in more ways than one). Whump is in part 1, smut is in part 2 listed under Smut.
Anakin x Reader on her Period heacanons - shark week oofs
Anakin x Sick reader headcanons
Don’t Forget About Me - Reader begs Anakin not to go break up the fight between Mace Windu and Palpatine
I Gave You All - Our war-torn baby just needs a hug
Anakin x Reader w/ Mommy Issues - bro i just
Night Bus - The Council forces you to leave Anakin
A Reason to Stay - read this at your own risk, deals with severe mental health issues. basically Anakin helps reader through a dark time.
Misunderstandings - angst ending in fluff, Anakin and reader go on a bodyguard mission together and both get jealous.
Anakin crying blurb - give sad boy a hug damnit
Anakin and Reader Take a Shower -basically what the title says. The shower gets heated in more ways than one.
What That Mouth Do Though 👄💦- he eats you out like a champ 💪🏻
Needy Anakin - (you give him a blowie)
Say My Name- jealous Anakin, choking, fucking, you know 🤷🏼♀️
First time - Readers first time HAVING SEX with Anakin 🥰
His First Time - The first time Anakin HAS SEX, & it’s with you :)
Welcome Home - Anakin comes home from war and reader welcomes him back with open arms... and open legs
Save a Spaceship, Ride a Starpilot- Anakin has reader sit on his face and then she fucks him slowly ;)
Giving him a lapdance short - just a lil imagine
Jealousy (part 1) - classic under-the-table action at a high end event
Jealousy (part 2) - he gets his revenge
Master Kink Hc’s - exactly what it sounds like
A Helping Hand (part 2) - Anakin helps Reader out bc she has a broken arm :) very sweet and soft and fluffy to mend y’alls broken hearts. (part 1 is under Whump)
This is what he sounds like when he cums - grab ur headphones
This is what he sounds like in bed - grab ur headphones again lol
Anakin Eating Pussy Hc’s (part 1) - from the top make it drop thats a wap
Anakin Eating Pussy Hc’s (part 2) - wap wap wap
General Kink blurb - credit goes to @kenobikittens
Cruel Intentions - holiday smut, this hurt ppl’s feelings for some reason woops. anakin is mad and he’s got a dirty mouth, and also it’s Life Day.
Anakin x fem reader Pregnancy Sex Hc’s - i hate kids but this was cute
A Dream Come True - Anakin helps reader masturbate and cum for the first time
Anakin & size kink hc’s
Anakin is smart - just a post talking about how intelligent our favorite Jedi is
More proof that he’s smart
Anidala Fluff - A request where Anakin and Padme do it in the fields of Naboo for the first time (no smut it’s romantic get ur head out of the gutter John B)
Love at First Sight - Anakin falls in love with you as soon as he sees you
All These Little Things - Padme x Reader / Anakin x Reader Hc’s where reader is romantically interested in Padme until she notices all of Anakin’s little things
Anakin’s hands appreciation post
Anakin’s Cheekbones Appreciation Post - he’s just got em okay
Anakin’s arms appreciation post
Aggressive Negotiations (part one) - Anakin and Reader go to a ball and it doesn’t turn out the way they expect
Aggressive Negotiations (part two) - combines the ‘he sees her dressed up for the first time’, ‘handcuffed together’, and ‘stuck in a closet’ tropes all in one mission gone wrong ;)
When he does the hand-on-cheek thing - *cries*
For people who have freckles
For people who have freckles p2 - not my work but thanks to @haydens-moles you guys have to suffer through this post with me
Anakin can sing
Anakin + drinking - some musings about the jedi and booze
Anakin loves rain
Anakin’s Eyelashes Appreciation Post
Random facts about his childhood
Sad Anakin fact
Anakin Reaction Pics
Random Anakin Thoughts - im so disorganized my b
What does his dick look like?
Is he brunette or blonde discourse - spoil alert: it’s neither. see next link
What color is his hair really?
It’s you- Obi Wan x Reader fic where he comes back from a mission planning to break it off with you, but then realizes he can’t let you go
You Can Rest Now - Obiwan x Reader where you take care of him after a mission that’s left him tired and sick
Obi-Wan Hc’s - random thoughts I had about him being in a relationship
What I Imagine The Star Wars Boys Wear For Underwear
What I Imagine The Star War’s Boys Dicks Are Like
Rating the Star Wars Boys Cum Faces on a Scale from 1-10
Kinky R2
The fanart that ended thousands of careers
R2D2 x C3P0 Smut
You get Acid in your Vagina Hc’s
Carrot Fun w Anakin - two parter, includes videos
Yoda smut snippet
He gave you a specific order
If Anakin can pull off a butt chin then so can I
How many shots it would take for me to sleep with the stars wars men (part one) (part two)
Summary: Darth Regius has a mission sent down from Emperor Palpatine. Entice Anakin Skywalker to the Dark Side using any means possible. But as the two draw closer, learning more about their pasts, they realize the balance of both good and evil.
Warnings: Ends with angst, darker themes, LONG ASS FIC
“Careful, Anakin, too harsh of a swing and you can hurt yourself!”
You tuck a bit of your bottom lip underneath your teeth as you look at the hologram of the handsome young Jedi training with fervor, his blonde braid gently swaying with each swing of his saber.
“I’m glad you find him attractive, you’ll need that...” a general says from behind you.
“And why is that?”
“You’ll need to use your...sexual capabilities to draw him over.”
Turning towards the bitter old man, the sharp static nips at your fingers as the dark Force flows through you, imagining his throat slowly closing under your grasp.
“You will not comment on my capabilities again unless you like your little hands there, General,”
Throwing him to the ground, you ignite one of the tiny dagger like lightsabers concealed in your corset and send it straight into the General’s head. A soft sizzle and subtle smell of pennies fills the air as you analyze the Jedi from his hologram state.
Anger fills his stature with each calculated swing, a certain glint in his eye. One that obviously hungers for revenge. A weakness, something to prey on.
Something to lure him to the Dark side...
You feel your eyes flutter to a close, the world around you turning to static as you feel for his dark energy. Then you find it, the tiniest of sparks. Before you can prey upon it, your eyes are forced open, a voice echoing from behind you:
“Who are you? How did you get into the Jedi temple?”
There he was, lightsaber raised, fear in his eyes. A fight he knew he might not win against the renowned Darth Regius.
But as you look around your surroundings, it seems as if he was on the ship with you, standing as if he had boarded minutes ago.
“I could ask you the same thing, how did you get on my ship?”
He refuses to answer, the words on his tongue fighting against his lips, a stoic face to hide his fear for the vixen of power standing before him. You cock your head softly to the side, walking closer to him as you feel the dark static you feel pulsing through your veins exuding from him.
“You want revenge, I can feel it. You want power and to feel free from the shackles the Jedi Order have locked on you.”
“You’re wrong!”
His voice wavers, his saber drops the slightest touch, his shoulders ease. The idea tickles his ears as it runs like a mad man throughout his train of thought. Slowly, you bridge the gap drawn between the two of you, holding out your hand towards him.
“Show me your pain. And I can show you freedom.”
You can see the switch in his mind, feel the light side burning you with its touch as an even more real burn makes its way towards your extended hand. The connection ends as the lightsaber lands, leaving singed skin and grimaces.
But you saw it, the Dark side taunting him, pulling him in slowly.
He just needed a little push.
-
You sit in your black armchair, looking at the stars as they whiz by, your tongue enveloping the bitter coffee as you sip it.
“How did you know I wanted revenge.”
You smirk as you place the cup back on the saucer that delicately balances on your lap. Turning your head, you quirk an eyebrow at the shirtless man before you, obviously roused from sleep.
“Well, good evening to you too,”
“Answer the question.”
A soft chuckle bounces across your throat before you lift your small cup and take another sip of coffee.
“Why the Force of course,” you say softly, looking out at the stars once again. “You’re taught that the different sides of the Force are just that, different.”
“Because one is used for evil and the other good.”
“But the Force doesn’t determine that, the person wielding it does. Some don’t choose either side, some choose to be the balance. Like how you were prophesied to be. The Jedi Order is delusional, thinking that balance means goodness restored.”
His eyes widen softly with interest, his shoulders releasing themselves from the cords that hung them close to his ears. You gesture towards the chair in front of you, to which he slowly takes.
“Listen, Anakin, I understand the Order is your entire life. But there is so much you don’t know, what they’ve kept from you. Because balance is not one way or another. One cannot exist without the other. You’re prophesied to bring balance to the Force, not be the Order’s puppet.”
“But that balance means the fall of the Dark Side, that’s what I was meant to do.” he says, his face contorted into confusion.
“Not necessarily. While yes, I do believe you will be the fall of the Sith, the Dark Side will always be around. I believe you are not a sole vessel for goodness. You are a vessel of great complexity, holding both good and dark in your hands.”
Silence fills the vessel as your gaze is drawn back towards the stars. You feel his eyes on you until he fades away, yet another connection broken.
-
“Jedi are swarming the ship! We need to evacuate!”
Grabbing your lightsaber, you secure it to your corset filled with saber daggers, their handles at the ready. Rushing out from your room, you look at the battleground before you.
“There she is! Darth Regius!”
A group of young Jedi’s yelled this as they ran down the hallway towards you. But as you pulled the handle from your corset, relinquishing the burning blade, they ran like chickens.
“(Y/N)?”
Turning around quickly, you’re met with a stunned Anakin, his lightsaber at the ready. Without hesitation, you take the first swing. As confusion interrupts his beautiful features, you project a message through the Force.
Look like you hate me. Wouldn’t want your master to find out about our little chats now would you?
Quickly, forced hatred plasters onto him as his strikes become more and more aggressive. As his force becomes harder and harder to block, you become more frantic. No way were you about to let a padawan bring you down, even if he was your mission.
Without a thought, your next swing strikes him in the face, causing the smallest of scratched burns to form. With a gasp, you watch as he reels back from the blow, a small smirk coming on his face.
“You owe me a rematch,”
With that, he runs away with his other Jedi as the entire ship cheers in defeat of the Jedi attack. Everyone around you chants your name, but you don’t have the same fervor. Instead, your mind replays the moment over and over again, one sentence coming out in front it all.
He finally trusts me.
-
"Why trust me?” you ask softly from your desk, different forms needing to be signed glaring at you under harsh light.
“I don’t,” Anakin replies, his lightsaber humming with each swing as he twirls it around with accuracy, pacing back and forth in your room.
You stop what you’re doing, laying the pen down straight against the papers before standing up. Anakin stops his twirl pacing, looking towards you as you hold out both hands to him.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you something to trust.”
A few minutes pass as you hold your position in front of him, your hands beginning to shake under the weight of vulnerability. Eventually, he drops his saber somewhere unseen, and the calloused hand as well as metal seamlessly slide into yours.
You project your worst memory, Emperor Palpatine murdering your parents. They were meant to keep his child safe alongside you, raising the two of you together so you would become dyad’s in the force, a perfect storm of darkness.
But then the child ran away.
A dyad unmade.
A deal broken.
The tears fall as you hear their screams, the buzz of a lightsaber silencing them with one fell swoop.
“Come, child,” his gravelly voice echoes.
Filled with fear you follow, the memory ending, leaving you reduced to tears in front of the boy you had just barely gotten to know.
“You’re...young, like me?” Anakin says shakily, looking at you with unshed tears. “I was always told you were older.”
You shake your head, shaking the tears away, shaking the pain and loss off your heart.
“I worked hard to survive. Be the child Palpatine lost or face the same fate as my parents.”
“Have you tried to escape? Call for help from the Order?”
“They are the reason my parents are dead!”
You harshly pull your hands away from his, the broken and war torn fingers digging into your own hips.
“A Jedi saw Palpatine’s child and helped him escape, to bring him away from the dark side. That Jedi signed my parents’ death warrant...”
Turning your back to him, you sigh, lifting a shaking hand to wipe away any sign of weakness left on your face. But another wave of sadness hits you as something different enters your mind’s eye.
Anakin, his nightmares, her dead body, the slaughter, all of it. It plays in your head like a nightmare before his force slowly withdraws.
Your body disobeys your mind as you twist to the broken man in front of you.
“You’re not the only one who’s lost someone.”
Walking over, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close. His strong arms wrap around your waist as you chuckle softly.
“We’re both pretty fucked up, huh?”
“I guess we are,”
A knock on the door makes him suddenly disappear, leaving only the shape of him in your curled arms.
-
Warm water drips down your skin as you struggle to see through the steam in your small refresher. You reminisce on the months that had passed. What began as long talks across galaxies became long talks across bedrooms. You knew you had a job to bring him to the Dark side, how dangerous a connection to him could be. You repeated the mantra every night. Slipping on the silky robe you placed on the black marble counter, you walk out to your bedroom to find Anakin sitting upon the silk sheets.
His padawan braid was gone, his dull beige robes replaced by dark leather that showed off his frame quite well.
“I see they’ve let you graduate, Anakin.”
“Finally...”
“I told you that they wouldn’t understand your power, that they would hold you back,”
A scoff comes from the man, causing a smirk to come from you. Walking towards him, you gently lay a hand on his cheek where the smallest of scars lays on his handsome face. As you analyze his features, the way his eyes look at you full of lust and adoration, you slowly lay down, laying a gentle kiss on his plush lips. Your hands make their way into his hair as his hands pull you closer to him by your hips. Slowly, your lips break apart but still stay closer together, your mumbles tickling his lips with each word:
“You should grow out your hair, it would suit you,”
A soft smile, one that only you got to see (but you never knew that) appeared on his face as he gently pulls your hand away from his scalp.
“You flatter me too much,”
“Only because you deserve it.”
His gaze falls, guilt pushing his shoulders to cave in towards his chest. Your heart shakes, threatening to break. Taking a step back, you take a deep breath as you turn towards the doors of your refresher.
“You deserve the truth...” you whisper.
Slowly, you turn back towards him.
“I was tasked to bring you to the Dark side. Emperor Palpatine is part of the Sith, he is not who you think he is.”
His eyes widen at your sudden divulgence, only to be quickly filled with anger.
“So all of this time you’ve been manipulating me?!”
“No! Nothing I ever did was to manipulate you!” you walk closer to him. “Because I found not a broken boy but a strong man meant to carry out his prophecy. Please believe me!”
Anakin pushes you away with the Force, an evil glow filling his eyes. You had done your job, but never had you felt worse.
I saw you’re accepting requests for hc’s so I have a request that’s pretty specific, but here it goes:
Anakin reacts to your narcissistic ex seeking you out to threaten you.
…this just happened to me (again) a couple of days ago and my roommate and I were fantasizing about Anakin scaring the shit out of the guy 🥲
Pretty please! ✨
Hiya! I am absolutely accepting requests! You guys are right, it’s so Anakin! He would absolutely do this. Thank you GREATLY for requesting something! Also, I’m really sorry to hear you went through that. Hoping you’re okay, baby! My advice would be to report him since we don’t have Ani here to help! 😭
Genre: Angst (?)
Warnings: death threat (not from ani) 😬, harm being done to reader (by bad person) 😔, harm being done to bad person (by ani) ✌️
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Protector
Anakin is utterly obsessed with you, and you love everything about that man. He’s made it clear time and time again that he’d do anything for you. It was a comforting feeling—having a skilled protector with no limits when it came to you. So, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to finally mention your insane ex to him… just in case.
“He has no right,” Anakin practically growls, “You do not deserve that, my love. I promise you, if he ever dares cross you whilst I’m around, I’ll handle it. I’ll handle him for you.”
That made you feel good. You weren’t too worried about what he’d do as anything too crazy would be breaking the Jedi code. Surely, that was too far for Anakin. He could never.
You’re relaxed in your home. Anakin is laid with you in the bed. He’s taking up most of the space on the bed, but he also happens to be shirtless. You figure it’s a fair enough trade. The two of you lay awake, a comfortable silence in the room.
Your bubble is popped when there’s a faint knock at the door. Anakin’s head immediately snaps to look at you and scans your face. The confused, startled look tells him that you are not expecting any type of visitors.
He gets out of the bed, “Stay here.”
He walks up to the door, but before he can reach it, a voice comes through. “Y/n, open the door!”
Anakin looks to you again and you’re visibly very uncomfortable. When you mouth, “That’s him!” he realizes this must be the ex that thinks it’s okay to bother you.
“Y/n, you’d better open this door! Now!”
With that, Anakin finishes his journey to the door in only a few strides and swings it open. He grabs the man by the throat using the Force and speaks in a low, serious tone. “Listen to me. Never show your face near these quarters or near Lady Y/n again,” he releases him with a shove away from the door, “You won’t be so fortunate next time. You have my word on that.”
Anakin makes sure the door is shut and gets settled back in bed all whilst you’re still in shock. You’ve never seen him like that. He’s had his fair share of spats and even tantrums, but there was something dark about how he handled things. It was so easy for him to turn to violence.
You don’t mention how you feel about it to him because you’re not sure that’s even fair. He was upset and protecting you. You don’t want to be picky with how he helped you. If anything, you’ll bring it up tomorrow when he’s cooled down. For now, you lay your head against his chest.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, my love,” he runs his fingers through your hair. “Are you alright?”
You nod, “Yes, I’m alright. Thank you, Ani.”
“I don’t suspect he’ll be coming around anytime soon. You’re safe now,” he says, pressing a long kiss into the top of your head.
It’s been weeks and you’d already forgotten about your ex. Of course, the psycho wouldn’t allow you to feel like that forever. You’re walking the streets of Coruscant when you feel a sharp, painful yank to your wrist. It stings and you look to see who it is—your ex.
“What’s the matter with you? Acting like you don’t need me in your life. Who was that you had in your home? Another man to involve yourself with? You’re disgusting. You don’t know what to do without me. I should put you out of your misery right now.”
He lays it on thick.
Snapping out of your surprised state, you pull away from him and speed walk away, “Leave me alone!” Once he’s a good distance behind you, you run home in tears. The whole ordeal shook you to your core. Your wrist is aching and your eyes are shedding many little droplets full of sorrow as you stand in the middle of your room.
Why would he say such a thing?
How can someone be so evil?
“Y/n?” a familiar voice breaks through your thoughts. Anakin. You’re relieved instantly. The sight of him standing there is comfort in its own form. He must have felt a disturbance in the Force or maybe even happened to be checking on you at the right time. You don’t care about how he knew, just that he was here.
Anakin hates to see you this hurt. He wraps you in his arms, and wipes your tears. “Why are you crying, my love?”
“He came back. He found me, Anakin. He grabbed my hand and said… he said something terrible. He- he said that-” you struggle to repeat it through your cries.
He stops you with a shake of his head, cupping your face. “You don’t need to tell me now. I’ll take care of it all on my own.”
You don’t have time to protest or even reply because he kisses your wrist tenderly and is out of the door before you know it. You sigh, sitting on your bed. It’s out of your hands now and honestly? You’re willing to let it be. You hope it will finally all end.
You don’t see Anakin for roughly a day and you’re sick over it. Did your ex do something to him? Could your ex even do something to him? You really doubt it, but you can never be too sure.
All your worries are put to rest when he finally shows up at your home. “Anakin, where were you all this time? I’ve been so afraid!”
“It was not my intention to upset you. I’m sorry. I… had to handle a serious matter. It’s complete now. I have no reason to leave you again,” he reassures.
His words make you feel better. You love that he’s back. However, you do still want to know what went on when he left so abruptly. “What… happened? What did you do?”
Anakin brushes the hair from your face. He’s in no rush to get into the details of what occurred with that awful man. “I gave him a stern talking to. I made sure he knew he’s not welcome anywhere around my angel. He’ll never trouble you again.”
He’s lying—oversimplifying at the least. You don’t need to have some special force sense to tell. His first ever interaction with your ex was aggressive without any hesitation. This time you got grabbed, insulted, threatened and Anakin expects you to believe he just… talked to the man?
With the newest development being that Anakin seemingly doesn’t want to share the truth, you almost don’t wanna know it. He’s a protector. Surely, he’s not telling for a good reason. You decide that maybe blissful ignorance is the right way to go in this moment. It’s no secret that Anakin will always take care of you no matter the circumstances, and that’s answer enough.
“Thank you, Ani” you say simply. He gently cradles your head to his chest, holding you tight.
A truth that Anakin did tell you was that your ex would never bother you again. It was like his existence was wiped straight out of the star system. You finally had peace.
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Anakin and a super giggly reader? Like laughing gas giggly? Or if youre wanting fun times request, him seeing reader jealous of the way girls look at him and Ani showing her he only had eyes for her?
I did both :) Hope you enjoy <3
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Anakin with a giggly reader headcanons (gn)
Normally you’re not this giggly. Don’t get me wrong, you love to laugh and have a good time, but something is off about you today. Anakin notices right away.
He walks into your apartment to bring you some lunch to find you poking at R2, who beeps in annoyance while you laugh at him. He rolls around you, poking you back with his metal utility arm which only sends you into more fits of laughter. You chase him around and try to hug him but he wheels away from you as fast as you can.
Anakin watches you for a moment, a smile on his lips before he realizes how weird you’re acting.
”Y/n?” you turn when he calls your name and your face lights up once again. You run towards him and take the food and when you see he’s brought you your favorite drink, you fall backward onto the couch and start sipping it, a content smile on your face. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”
You finish about half of the drink before you decide to answer. “Obi-Wan gave me like 6 pills for my headache. I feel great!”
”He gave you how many pills?”
Anakin has to stop himself from turning around and hunting Obi-Wan down. Shouldn’t he of all people know how to dose someone correctly? And why didn’t he at least stay with you to supervise you if he knew he messed up?
”Stop pouting,” you giggled and poked his cheek. “It’s not really his fault. He was in a rush somewhere so he left R2 with me. R2 where’d you go?”
He beeped warily from the corner.
Anakin got you to tell him which pills exactly Obi-Wan gave you, and figured out that you were only supposed to get 2 pills at the most. Thank god they weren’t lethal, and side-effects of over dosing were… he guessed it… extreme euphoria.
He releases R2 from babysitting duties and takes over. He wrangles you to the couch where he hopes you can watch a show on the tv until the pills work its way through your system, but everything the screen flashes hurls you into fits of ab-aching laughter.
You end up in tears, rolling around on the ground, and even Anakin can’t help but smile and shake his head at your ridiculous state. He turns the tv off when you plop onto him and refuse to get off, just playing with his hair and running your fingers over the planes of his face.
Your face gets serious, and then suddenly breaks out into a huge grin, over and over like a cycle. You laugh, but won’t tell him what’s so funny.
He knows you’re not in the right state of mind, but he thinks you’re beautiful when you smile and takes full advantage of the opportunity to stare at it shamelessly.
Then the second side-effect of overdosing takes place, and you pass out cold right on top of him.
Anakin Skywalker x Jealous/Insecure Reader (fem)
You had no issue with keeping your and Anakin’s relationship a secret. You weren’t going to stand in the way of his Jedi career, and honestly sneaking around had a bit of a thrill to it. It was only moments like this when you hated not being about to claim Anakin as yours in front of the entire world.
You were taking a break from your tasks of the day and sat on a bench in the garden, eating your lunch as you watched Anakin and Obi-Wan train before you. It was hot out, so the boys had taken their shirts off long ago-- not that you were complaining.
You tried to observe Anakin as innocently as possible-- the way his muscles moved as he swung his lightsaber, how his hair stuck to his forehead, and beads of sweat dripped down his chest. He was literally glowing in the sunlight. Your heart swelled at the sight of him.
This beautiful man… and he was all yours.
It was then that you heard the giggling. You turned your head to see through the bushes. Senator Padme Amidala was leading a group of three of her friends-- handmaidens, from back when she was Queen-- through the gardens. They had stopped just outside the clearing you were in and were watching, pointing, and giggling at the two boys training. They hadn’t seemed to notice you yet.
Padme walked casually into the clearing, and your heart sunk as the three girls followed behind. They were all beautiful. Not just Padme, with her chocolate brown eyes, endless curls, and soft face. But the girls behind her were all tall, slim, and jaw-droppingly lovely. All four of them seemed to radiate like angels under the afternoon sun.
“Good evening, General Skywalker. Master Kenobi,” Padme greeted with a sweet smile. You knew Padme was an old flame of Anakin’s, but it never really bothered you. He always assured you it was just a little childhood crush, nothing more, and you trusted him. But something about her was making your blood boil now.
“Senator,” Anakin bowed his head in greeting, deactivating his saber. He bent to retrieve his shirt from the ground and wiped the sweat away from his face, giving the girls a full show of his glistening muscles in the process. “What brings you out here?”
“My friends from Naboo are visiting and I thought I’d show them around the gardens. Then I saw you two training and thought I might introduce them to two of the finest Jedi in the galaxy.”
The girls’ laughter tinkled like bells in the air, and Padme kept that same sugary-grin plastered on her face.
Padme is a friend, you had to remind yourself. She means no harm.
She stepped aside and gestured to the girls, introducing them as Samé, Moté, and Rowé. They each bowed in turn, long curtains of hair almost brushing the ground, and returning to a standing position with equally gorgeous, shy smiles.
Anakin crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow playfully. “I don’t know if we’re the two ‘finest’ Jedi in the galaxy, but your input is appreciated. It’s a pleasure to meet you three.”
This made the girls erupt in another fit of giggles. You wanted to gouge your eyes out.
“Well,” he looked from you to Obi-Wan, not really knowing what to do next. Yet, always the charmer, he offered, “Obi-Wan and I are still in the midst of training, if you would like to stay for a bit. You can sit on the bench with Y/n over there. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind sharing.”
You wanted to crawl into a hole when he pointed you out. All eyes were on you, and you forced your scowl into a pained smile.
“Sure,” you forced a kind tone, scooching over to give them all a place to sit. They all glided over to you, their dresses floating behind them in the breeze.
As soon as Padme sat next to you, you were enveloped in the scent of daisies and vanilla. You wanted to cry. Why did they all get to be so beautiful and smell good?
“Hello Y/n,” Padme greeted with that same sweet smile. Her eyes looked golden in the sunlight. “Are you eating lunch?”
Suddenly, being surrounded by girls who were far taller and toned than you were made your stomach stop grumbling. You put the sandwich that you had been gripping too hard back into your bag, and kicked it under the bench.
“I was just finishing,” you told her.
She nodded, kind face still trained on you as the other girls’ attention was solely focused on the two dueling men before you.
“I’m sorry about barging in… I didn’t mean to intrude. My friends have never met a Jedi before, and when I told them about Anakin and Obi-Wan they were so excited to meet them.”
“It’s perfectly fine,” you folded your hands in your lap, nails digging into the skin of your palms. “You weren’t interrupting anything. And I’m sure Anakin and Obi-Wan would love to show off a little bit.”
“Of course they would. They won’t admit it, but they both have a bit of an ego... as I’m sure you already know,” Padme laughed lightly, her smile blinding you. Then she turned her attention to the Jedi.
The five of you watched them train for a while. Samé, Moté, and Rowé oohed and ahhed at different times, gasping when the fighting got intense, and crossing and uncrossing their legs. You managed to quell the anger burning in your chest during this time, reminding yourself of how childish you were being. So what a couple of beautiful women were practically drooling over your boyfriend? It’s not like Anakin was even acknowledging them.
You couldn’t help but listen in on their conversations though. It started with a “He’s very cute, don’t you think?” and continued on to “Look at his muscles,” “Look how fit,” “That is one gorgeous man Padme, how have you never thought about courting him?”
“Ladies,” Padme gently quieted their giggling. “Jedi cannot form attachments. You can observe all you want, but acting on any attraction would be disrespectful.”
You could just about kiss Padme.
But the comments didn’t stop. They kept talking about him-- his eyes, his hair, his mouth. His power, physique, strength, everything. It went on and on.
“What about Obi-Wan?” you spoke up. The girls quieted, and surveyed, and the middle girl spoke.
“He’s also very nice,” she admitted. “I’d take either of them, honestly, but my first choice would have to be the Skywalker guy.”
Your blood started to spike again. They’re not deli meats, you wanted to snap. You can’t own them.
Your jealousy was hypocritical. You knew this. That’s why you stayed rooted to the spot, not a peep coming out of your mouth.
It was only when the girls began shouting requests-- “Anakin, twirl your lightsaber behind your back again! Anakin do a backflip! Anakin, float me that flower with the force!”-- that you had had enough.
He had obliged to their requests. Of course he did. He was a gentleman, after all, and ignoring them would have been rude. But watching that rose-- your favorite flower-- fly through the air and gently tuck into Rowé’s silky smooth hair had you shooting to your feet, grabbing your bag from under the bench, and muttering an excuse to leave to Padme. You were out of the gardens before anyone could question you.
You stormed into your apartment, clenching and unclenching your fists as you paced.
It didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything, you chanted in your head.
You stopped your pacing when you caught your reflection in the mirror. You stared at yourself, unable to stop comparing yourself to the girls in the garden.
It’s not that you weren’t pretty. You thought you were… at least before today. But you had never been the most confident in your looks to begin with, and seeing those girls interact with Anakin today felt like a punch in the gut.
He could do so much better.
You weren’t as thin as them, you didn’t wear flowy dresses, or float on elegant footsteps, or have miles and miles of silky smooth hair. You suddenly felt too big, too ugly, too disgusting.
All the confidence you had worked up in order to be with Anakin… gone.
Suddenly, the door to your apartment opened. You quickly wiped away the tear that had escaped from your eye and turned away from the mirror, heading to the bookshelf to look busy.
“Y/n?” Anakin asked, peering around the corner for you. You kept your back turned, trying to stop the sudden onslaught of tears as you pretended to organize the bookshelf. “You’re upset. Why are you crying?”
“I’m not--” oh, what was the use? Of course he could tell you were crying. It was that damn force perception of his that made it virtually impossible for you to hide any kind of emotion from him. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing,” he pressed, walking up behind you. Carefully, he put a hand on your shoulder. “You can talk to me.”
“It’s stupid.”
“If it’s hurting you, it’s not stupid.”
“I’m being immature. I just need to get over it.”
Anakin was quiet for a moment. “Is this about Padme’s friends?”
You squeezed your eyes closed, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Anakin spun you around to face him, but you brought your hands up to cover your face.
“I don’t know why you even like me,” you whispered thickly, tears still choking you up. “I’m disgusting compared to them.”
The words burned your tongue as they left your mouth. You had never been so open about your insecurities with Anakin, not like this at least. You had always put on a brave face before him, tried to exude confidence. He said he liked that about you. But now… he was really seeing you at your worst. And you were fully prepared for his feelings to change due to it.
“Y/n,” Anakin said. His voice was clipped, angry. “Y/n, look at me.”
He took your chin in his hand and forced your face up. You dropped your hands from your face, but kept your eyes cast downward shamefully. You could not bear to look him in his beautiful, angry face or you were pretty sure you would lose it altogether.
Instead of snapping at you, which you were preparing for, you felt the ghost of Anakin’s lips trace the skin of your jaw. He pressed a kiss beneath your ear, then the side of your neck, then the junction between your neck and shoulder. He made his way back up, leaving gentle, scalding kisses all over your face and neck. He kissed away a tear that had escaped, swiping another dry with his thumb. He kissed you until you felt okay enough to look him in the eyes.
“There’s my girl,” he grinned. Perfect. Gorgeous. Totally out of your league.
He held your face between both of his hands so you could not escape the intensity of his gaze. His eyes bore into you like lasers, stripping you completely bare. With your incredibly low self-esteem, he very well might as well have.
“Stop,” you muttered. You didn’t want to hear him try to build your confidence back up. There was no going back after the images of those beautiful girls plagued your mind from today.
Anakin pursed his lips and sighed. “Baby,” he smoothed his hand over your hair soothingly, eyes following his movements. “You don’t see what I see.”
“I don’t need to,” you argued. “Not when there’s people like them walking around.”
“But they’re not you,” Anakin’s voice was fierce. “There are so many beautiful people walking around in this galaxy, billions probably, and there’s nothing you can do to change that. But I am attracted to you, Y/n. I love you. And no one else.”
“Why, though?” you couldn’t help but ask. The memory of the flower tucking itself into Rowé’s hair came flashing back into your mind. Her glittering smile. The fluttering eyelashes. The rosy blush painting her cheeks.
Anakin released your face and grabbed your hand instead. “Come here,” he ordered, leading you to the mirror you had been looking at. He positioned you in front of him and stood behind you, arms wrapped around you and chin resting on your shoulder. A king draped over a peasant.
“Let me tell you what I see,” his deep voice murmured in your ear. He started with your arms, running his hands lightly from your shoulders, dipping into the curves of your elbows, tracing a line down your forearm, and entwining his fingers with yours. “These are beautiful,” his eyes were focused on your reflection.
He brought his hands back up, then began trailing them down your sides, holding your waist between his large hands and pressing his palms flat against your stomach. “This is beautiful.”
His hands made their way down to your hips, where you had to stop yourself from squirming. You were ticklish there. His hands fit perfectly over your curves, and he breathed, “This is beautiful.”
He got on his knees suddenly, shifting so that he was in front of you. Your face was on fire as his hands continued their journey down, over the tops of your thighs, to your knees, fitting over your calves and holding your ankles. “These are beautiful,” he looked up at you.
He got up, and caught your chin in his hand again. “And this,” he whispered, breath fanning over your lips. He raked his eyes up and down your face, shamelessly admiring it. “This is the most beautiful of all.”
He captured your lips in his after saying this, feeling the heat pool in your cheeks with his hands. The kiss was soft, and short, and sweet. But it turned you into a pool of jelly under his ministrations, your knees going weak and eyes brimming with tears for a different reason than earlier.
“There is no need to be self-conscious,” he spoke when he broke away. “There’s no need to compare yourself to other girls. You are mine, and I am yours, and nothing is ever going to change that.”
No words would ever be good enough to show your gratitude toward Anakin. Your solution-- press your lips to his again, and show him how good he made you feel.
