𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• own you p2 •

IMAGINE #100 !!!!!!!!!!!!

part 2 to  • own you •  bc the response to part 1 was very incredible!

warning: EXTREME VIOLENCE AND INCREDIBLY DISTURBING IMAGERY!!! this one is absolutely not for the faint hearted! it's so much worse than part 1!

also some very toxic and unhealthy ideals of love + relationships, you have been warned
         
         

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Anakin couldn't believe it.

All his hard work and dedication had finally paid off. You were finally his. Officially, entirely, and indefinitely.

But the battle wasn't over. Although you had been in a relationship with him for over four months now, he still found it difficult to deal with the fear that someone would try to steal you from him. Because of this, he'd remind you whenever possible that you belonged to him. If he couldn't make that clear to strangers, he'd make sure to drill it into your mind.

"I thought you were gonna go back to the Temple," You said as he sauntered into your house, to which he had gained a key to. You trusted him so much that it only made sense to give him access to your home, and you didn't even realise it was he who planted that idea in your head.

"I changed my mind," Anakin replied before giving you a smile; the same one you had fallen for so quickly. "I wanted to see you."

He wrapped you in a tight hug and you melted into his touch. The past four months had been intense, passionate and all-consuming, but you didn't care. The way you felt with Anakin was unlike anything you had ever before experienced, which made it easy to accept his overbearing role in your life. You didn't mind that he wanted to know exactly what you were doing all day, and the way he always seemed to know where to find you didn't faze you. His obsession with you was romantic, and you welcomed it along with his intensity.

He lead you up to your bedroom, and you knew what he wanted. Anakin was insatiable, but then again, so were you. He was incredible during sex; attentive and conscious of your pleasure at all times.

On the rare occasion that you weren't in the mood or able to sleep with him, he'd have to resort to touching himself. If he was lucky, he'd have a pair of your panties with him and a mind filled with memories of you, and that was more than enough to fill his desire.

Tonight, though, he had the real thing. And nothing was better than the real thing.

"Take off your top," Anakin softly ordered you, his eyes dark. You did as he said, knowing he had a thirst for control which you loved feeding into.

He was on his knees in front of you, naked. His hand lightly rubbed over his boner while he watched you strip for him, his lips parting. You made him unbelievably hard, and it was your duty to bring him to completion. It was the least he deserved for being such a protective, devoted boyfriend. It was your job to make sure that he was always satisfied, as it was his that you were always safe.

"You are gorgeous," Anakin mumbled, slowly crawling over to you. His lips met yours, the kiss hot and fervent, while his hands took hold of your arms and pinned you down beneath him. Where you belonged.

It was only right that he took you as he wanted, especially on tonight of all nights. He had had such a hard week.

At the start of the week, he had found out that the only friend of yours he thought he could trust was in love with you.