Anakin Skywalker x Reader One Shots & Series

The Informant Pt. II [+18 SMUT & ANGST]

[Anakin Skywalker x Padawan!Fem Reader]

Summary: After that turbulent night, he had one simple task for you - to make it to training in one piece. Was it really that problematic? Perhaps... However, the real troubles lie ahead of you...

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI | hate sex | slapping | blowjob | deepthroating | PiV unprotected | cursing | degradation | dom!Anakin | sub!Reader | no comfort | no aftercare | threats | force choking/regular choking | angst

Author note: I don't know if I've ever written a story after which I got as many requests for Part II as The Informant. Uni, changes in life, and the chaos of Essen Comic Con made writing exceptionally difficult for me, but one day I simply sat down in focus and decided to give it my all to deliver your request in the best possible version. ♡

Word Count: 4,4k

How fortunate that droids don't ask too many questions.

 You thought to yourself, lying on the medical chair as the mechanical creatures stitched up the cut on your brow.

"This might hurt a bit." you heard faintly as the needle with the painkiller approached, but it made no difference to you—this single prick was no different from the pain you had been feeling up until now.

"Will you be able to get to your quarters on your own? Or should we send help..."

"No. I'll manage." you interrupted the droid without hesitation. Hearing your statement, it quickly returned to its work.

"Fortunately, the wound isn't infected, but we've administered an anti-inflammatory as a precaution. The stitches should be removed..."

"Yes, thank you, I know... It's not my first time." you interrupted the droid in as calm a tone as you could muster as you began to rise from the chair.

"Please take care of yourself." added the droid, setting aside the tools it had used on you, as you walked towards the exit of the medical wing.

"Sure, thanks." you mumbled in a confused tone as the automatic doors to the room closed behind you, and ahead of you lay only the dark, grim corridor, its details blurring before your eyes.

You felt drowsy and could slowly feel the effects of the painkillers administered by the droids. You never reacted well to them, but this time, you felt even worse. You barely noticed when you managed to shuffle to your quarters, luckily on the same floor. Despite your daze, you did manage to close the door this time. Without changing or even taking off your boots, you simply collapsed onto your bed and fell asleep so quickly that your body barely registered it.

And that was the most painful mistake. .................................................................................................................

You usually woke up for training with the alarm you set before sleeping, but this time, your eyes opened only when the sun was already rising above the skyscrapers visible from your window. It was almost noon. Yes, noon—more than four hours had passed since your training was supposed to start. As soon as you realized this, your face turned ashen pale. Although you instinctively knew it was too late and that Anakin had probably long since left the training room, maybe even the temple, you jumped nervously out of bed. Trying to disguise your disheveled morning appearance, you threw on a loose, brown cloak. Breathless, without even glancing in the mirror, you rushed out of your quarters, leaving the door ajar behind you, and started running—not even knowing where you should go at that moment.

"Hey! Young lady!" You heard a familiar male voice just before you nearly collided with a figure standing in your path, clad in Jedi robes.

"Sorry, I...I just..." you began to stammer breathlessly when you looked up to see the sympathetic gaze of Obi-Wan Kenobi.