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Tamping Down His Arrogance
🕑 Added 2023-05-14 21:45:51 +0000 UTCSorry there's been no posts, I've been sick a lot this month. I'm going to post several images over the next few days to make up for the dry spell.
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Spending a moonlit evening with his wife on her idyllic Coruscant balcony was usually a perfect experience for Anakin, and if he hadn't pissed her off so much earlier that day it would have been.
He had been riding high after a lengthy string of praises from the chancellor yesterday, and had let his temper get the better of him during an argument. Padme had been trying to get him to see the nuances of what he was convinced was a black-and-white issue, and while stubbornly holding his ground was nothing knew he had never snapped and shouted such rude things at her before. Once his anger had cooled after storming out of her office he had felt guilty about it, but after returning and seeing her brush it off his apology was half-hearted at best. He hadn't found it suspicious at all that she was still in a romantic mood after everything that happened, his arrogance trampling his instincts as Padme stealthily approached him from behind with a strange-looking blaster.
Now, not even an hour later, all thoughts of romance had fled his mind as his wife lorded over him like a mountain, her angry gaze piercing him to his core. His attempts at angrily shouting for her to grow him back had been met with her smothering him beneath her sweaty feet, treating him like a pathetic him toy and grating his fragile ego. She chastised him the entire time, calling him out on being an arrogant, self-centred jerk. Her dressing-down hurt even more than being trampled, but the last vestiges of his pride still left him in a sullen silence when she removed her foot and asked him if he had learned his lesson yet.
Infuriated by his stubbornness, Padme sat down, determined to break her husband before the night was over. Forgoing her sole, she used a single toe to educate him. As he futilely tried to hold it up she slowly smothered him into the ground, a single sweaty digit besting the greatest Jedi warrior the order had seen for centuries. Her speech turned even more insulting to him, mocking him cruelly and degrading him even further. She spat on the idea the prophecy was meant for such a pathetic speck, spoke of how much he took her for granted despite being such a worthless bug. As he listened meekly to her words, sinking into the pungent flesh of her big toe, Anakin's pride finally shattered like glass.
Padme woke up the next morning feeling a bit guilty, which she made sure to clear from her face as she peeled off her sweaty socks and rescued her tiny husband from inside. She was worried she'd gone a bit overboard the night before, but when she regrew her husband he had hugged her gently before she could even say a word. He praised her for forcing some sense into him and swore to keep his entitlement in check, even encouraging her to shrink him again if he was ever out of line. Surprised but with her guilt assuaged, Padme leaned in to kiss him and the two enjoyed a perfect morning before they sadly had to go their separate ways. With her regret dealt with, Padme thought back to that emotional night with a different lens, reminiscing on the power she felt dominating her husband so thoroughly and finding herself longing for it. While not as enthusiastic as first, a few more sessions of shrinking eventually had Anakin loving it as well, and the two made it a regular occurrence.
Much later, a certain Sith lord was taken by complete surprise when his efforts to corrupt the chosen one failed spectacularly. Never knowing that a certain senator had already made him her servant long ago...
