#anakin drabble

[interloved]

nerdy!anakin skywalker who’s secretly a freak

requested by poll!

description box; the nerd with the glasses that tutors you turns out to be not so innocent after all. and he looks even more delicious without his glasses.

warning; heavy nsfw warning, mentions of cheating and an affair, porn with a bit of plot, anakin is a total pervert and freakyyyy, smut under the cut!, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

ANAKIN SKYWALKER IS A nerd, and it’s by default that he doesn’t associate with ‘your kind’.

the popular kind, the pretty kind.

the ones that run around with the football players, the kind of people that have this certain aura that just makes everyone look at them the second they walk into the room.

most of the popular people at your school were known to be arrogant douchebags, unintelligent jerks and vain bitches who thought they were above everyone else. but not you, though.

you were different. you were popular, really uniquely and breathtakingly beautiful, but your heart and soul were just as pretty as you. you also had a jerk of a boyfriend, and you really sucked at mathematics and physics. but luckily for you, your desk mate anakin skywalker, who also happens to sit next to you in physics classes, knows that. and also happens to be a very valued tutor.

“another D?”

anakin’s gaze is deplorable, his lips are pressed together in a pitiful way.

“yeah,” you wince as you examine the big, red D on your paper, “can’t say i didn’t expect it though. i thought the questions were really easy—maybe that should’ve given it away.”

anakin is hesitant, he doesn’t want to upset you—he knows you’ve been called stupid and dumb plenty of times by teachers, but really, he knows you’re not. really, you excel at subjects like history, english or music, you just… need a little tutoring. but he also knows you’re too prideful for that. you’ve never been bad enough at a subject to need tutoring, but you’ve been consistently getting D’s the whole year and there’s nothing anakin can do.

he would’ve let you copy his answers, but the teachers never look away during exams. he wouldn’t have done for just anyone—he would’ve only done it for you.

you’re the kindest person he’s ever met. you probably don’t remember but a couple of years ago, maybe a little more, he was getting bullied real bad. and not just by anyone, a guy named dylan. he was your boyfriend at the time. and still is. fucking asshole. anakin hated him passionately.

but you’d broken up with him after you’d caught him throwing punches into anakin’s stomach. you had yelled at him, even slapped him, you had taken anakin by the hand and went to the school nurse with him. and you were so kind to him. so sweet. so nice.

honestly, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he developed a huge crush on you. but he never confessed, he knew you were out of his league, and not his. especially after your (shitty asshole! anakin would treat you so much better) boyfriend dylan had apologised to him and you in a heartbreaking manner through a big gesture, and you had forgiven him.

ever since, dylan and anakin still give each other dirty glances and nasty glares, but he never laid hand on him again.

anakin would like to describe you and him as friends. you talked to each other in every class you had together, especially physics, because you sat next to each other, and you always greeted each other in the hallways.

but you have never hung out together and you’ve never been to his place, or he to yours.

“listen, maybe you… maybe i can study with you.” anakin muttered gently, carefully studying your face expressions as he made his suggestion.

your eyebrows formed into a frown, “you think that’ll help?”

anakin nodded, relieved you weren’t taking this as badly as he’d thought you would, “yeah, sure. i’m a tutor, you know? i can explain stuff pretty well.”

“oh, i wouldn’t want to impose—” you’re quick to deny, you hate bothering people.

fuck, you’re the sweetest person there is. truly an angel sent down from heaven. anakin made up his mind, right there. he would do anything to make you his.

“no, you’re not imposing. i want to. i want to do this for you.” he smiled, but seeing your hesitant face, he added, “besides, we’re friends. isn’t that what friends do for each other?”

a small smile tugged at your lips. “really? you… you’d do that for me? but i really don’t want to be a bother! you’re so smart and clever, you have so many tutees and you’re probably so busy—”

anakin would be replaying those words in his mind tonight. non-stop.

“listen, i really don’t mind. it’ll be like us hanging out. ‘kay? you don’t need to worry about it, i’m happy to be at your service.”

you hesitated for a second. and then you smiled, and anakin knew he’d won. “OK, then. it’ll be like a hangout.”

“it’s settled then,” he smirked at you, “my place? tomorrow afternoon?”

you laugh.

“your place, tomorrow afternoon.”

YOU HAD ABSOLUTELY NO idea how you ended up like this. in his bed. in this position. moaning and whimpering his name.

you were on all fours, legs trembling and quivering, your arms weak and the only thing that was holding you up was anakin’s toned arm, hooked under your waist, holding you up firmly as he thrusted into you.

you had never noticed it before, but his arm… looked so… delicious when it was flexed.

“that feel good, darling?” the smirk in his voice is all too evident, he got off on the way you were so fucking responsive to his every touch.

his hands went from caressing your thighs and kneading your ass to playing with your nipples and tugging back your hair.

“haven’t even begun properly fucking you and you’re already so soaked. does your boyfriend not fuck you, angel?”

your mind is nothing but chaos, and your stomach all fuzzy, and the only thing you can do is whine around his cock, writhing underneath him. you nod, you just nod because your boyfriend’s cock doesn’t kiss your cervix like this, your boyfriend’s cock doesn’t fit into your womb so fucking well, because your boyfriend doesn’t make you feel so, so, so good.

“n-need you to go faster…”

he kisses his teeth with his one, making a quiet ‘tsk’ sound. “that’s not very polite, demanding others like that. what’s happened to your manners, angel?”

he’s fucking you agonisingly and painfully slowly from behind, the question papers he brought and physics notes he made for you, just for you, carelessly scattered in front of you. your hands are gripping them as you moan.

“f-fuck, ani—please just… won’t you fuck me faster? can’t… can’t, ‘m not—hah—”

“all right, all right, doll,” he replies to you sweetly, bending over next to your ear, still thrusting into so painfully slowly, “only if you admit that you love me more than your boyfriend.”

your eyes widen. “b-but—”

“ah-ah. no buts. say it or i won’t let you cum.”

you loved your boyfriend. you did! but anakin just made you feel so, so good…

“love you more than my boyfriend,” you moan quietly, closing your eyes in shame.

“‘m sorry, what? i didn’t catch that.” he grinned teasingly.

“ani,” you whine, “don’t be like that.”

he laughs. “all right, all right. cum for me, doll.”

author’s note;

i have never written smut like this before. please have mercy on me 😭😭

[laylaplease]

Stupid girl with perfect little cunt ༘♡ *.｡˚

ׁ ֶָ֢ ⏤͟͟͞͞☕️ ׁ ࣭ warnings ! ۪ ׁ ⊹ || Dom!Anakin × Sub!Fem!Reader, dubcon, pussy torture, orgasm denial, degrading, praising, pet names, swearing, panty stuffing, PinV, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, pain kink, dacryphilia, begging, clit play, fingering, tied hands, male masturbation. MDNI

"Oh my, what a needy pussy you got, hmmm?” Anakin coos, his fingers caress your drenched panties right over your slit. “It’s just getting wetter and wetter.”

He speaks with great amusement present in his voice, no remorse for your exhausted, writhing self; you’ve been restrained in his bed for around an hour, and all he’s doing is just edging and edging and edging... Anakin didn’t care how your wrists hurt or how your cunt trembled with each ruined orgasm; all he knew was that seeing you at his mercy made him incredibly hard, and he anticipated producing a lot of cum to stuff you full with later. But that has yet to come.

“There we go, feels good, doesn’t it?” His thumb rubs tiny circles over your covered clit, making another spark of electricity tingle your lower tummy. It felt amazing, the pain felt amazing.

“’S too much, Ani—” You cry, involuntary, trying to free your arms from the tight rope he’s bound you with.

“Yeah, baby, keep begging like that.” He rolls his eyes at your words, only speeding the movement around your swollen bud while his fist wraps around his cock, pumping it to the matching pace.

Your back arches, lower muscles ache from unnatural movement, making tears form in your eyes. There was no point in begging; your throat was sore from pleading cries, hands were bruised, throbbing pussy puffed, and sensitive to the smallest caress; and yet none of those things made Anakin consider stopping.

How could he stop? Why would he stop when you pleased him so much? Your cunt clenching around nothing, undies soaked through with your sweet juices dripping onto the sheets, tainting his bed with the remains of you that he would later bask in. You were a pretty little doll, all for him to love and all for him to torture; your pain and pleasure belonged to him.

“Let’s take a look,” His fingers hook under the waistband of your underwear and slowly tug them down, soft cotton unsticking from your abused pussy, sending shivers down your spine. Anakin pulls them all the way off, admiring the artwork that was created because of him.

“Look at these…” He brings the ruined material to his nose and inhales deeply. “Slutty pussy ruining all the pretty things; I should punish it more, mmm?” He pats your tender folds, making sure the tips of his fingers smack right against your pulsating clit so you whimper for him more.

“N-no!” You sob, trying to squirm your hips away from his bitter touch, which only makes his cock twitch towards you, aching to be welcomed deep in your guts. 

“You are in no place to complain, little whore.” Anakin, quite obviously unpleased by your actions, grabs your legs and pulls you back to him. Snaking under your knees, he pushes your legs up, raising your pelvis. His muscular arm is enough to hold them in place, with your knees almost touching your ears. “Pretty sopping cunt, all for daddy to spread.” He tsks, enjoying how it pulsed and trembled from the lack of pleasure.

His words were instantly followed by two thick fingers sliding easily knuckles deep and proceeding with a scissor-like motion, opening up your most sacred place. He swirls his digits around, juices sloshing around his flesh, pussy full of wetness that he’d love to eat out of you. But that would drive you over the edge, and it wasn’t on his to-do list. No, you were going to be a good toy and enjoy pleasing him instead. That’s what the dirty slut of a girlfriend is for.

“So greedy, just asking to be fucked.” He sucks you off his fingers, savoring the taste, a sight almost invisible through your glossy eyes. Anakin reached back for your damp, discarded panties, folding them messily.

His index slides back in you, accompanied by the cotton of your undies, material scratches your moistened skin, making your legs tremble.

“N-no, please!” Your voice breaks, pretty begs catching his attention.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Anakin hums, continuing to stuff you full of your own underwear slowly. “Need daddy’s cock? Is that why you’re so squirmy?”

“Yes, yes, daddy, please, need to cum, fuck— fuck me, please!” You blabber, trying to make him fuck your delicious, dripping pussy. “Please, need it s’ bad!”

He chuckles at your desperation, slipping out of your cunt, leaving the pink material peeking outside just a tiny bit while the rest of the lace soaks up your wetness.

“Of course, honey, I couldn’t just not cum in such a pretty hole.” He releases your legs, dropping them down at each side of his thighs as he lines himself to your entrance.

He slides in slowly, careful not to drive your panties further than he intended. Once his swollen head is wrapped between your spongy walls, he stops completely, making you whine in frustration.

“Pleasepleaseplease need to cum, please!” You try bucking your hips forward, not even caring what will happen to your expensive garment, for it was probably already ruined beyond repair, leaving its only purpose to make your pussy even more sore.

Anakin pushes you down, pinning your lower body to the bed, annoyed at your whinny, stupid self. He pinches your puffed-up clit between his fingers.

“Shut the fuck up.” He hisses, making tears drip down your cheeks. “One more squirm, one more peep, one more dumb word from your stupid mouth, and you won’t be walking for weeks.”

Naturally, you do shut the fuck up. Your glossy eyes stare at him, trying to keep still so his treat won’t become reality. You know what happens to disobedient sluts. You know what Anakin does to you when you fail to please him.

“Thought so.” His anger eases when you cooperate, and yet he remains still, only the tip of his cock stretching your entrance. He wraps his fingers around the rest of his length and starts pumping it.

Planting your hips into the mattress, you try not to move as he uses you like a little cum dump, not even trying to properly fuck you. Your brain scrambled from how perfect his moans and grunts are; you are proud; you are grateful to be the one who gets his precious seed; and as long as he deems your womb as usable, you are fulfilled.

“Good girl, gonna stuff you full.” He grunts. His hand strokes faster and faster.

Feeling the lack of your moans, he grants you the pleasure of his thumb back on your clit, caressing it up and down to the speed of his hand.

“That’s it, my stupid breeding hole, you’ll take daddy’s cum, yeah? Get that womb nice and busy…”

He talks you and him both into a sweet release, his filthy words making your insides tremble with the need. Even if he won’t fuck you, you’re thankful. Pussy split, ready to receive the load, pretty panties stuffed inside, tortured clit finally being rubbed to its content, and the prospect of your daddy knocking you up finally gets you over the edge. Your trembling body shakes his bed as you finally get to feel the release, highlighted by Anakin’s hot cum leaking inside of you. His fist keeps milking all of the viscous liquid, filling you to the brim, leaving your poor panties and sore pussy ruined.

[samonroegf]

anakin skywalker + blowjobs

f!reader. smut. softish anakin. praise. oral (m receiving). this was supposed to be a blurb and it's a little longer, hope you all like it. this is my first smut with anakin. ᝰ masterlist

it's not often that anakin lets you suck his cock, he much prefers to be sheathed in your warm, wet cunt. it's not that he's even remotely against receiving oral, he just prefers when he can take care of both of you.

today, though, today was different. he was beyond frustrated with the council, and obi-wan constantly breathing down his neck. he wanted to run and hide, but instead his pretty little thing has other ideas in mind.

you can practically smell the irritation coming off of him, from the way he stomps into the room. you usher him to sit down, quick to make him a drink and sit next to him intending to listen to him, first.

he ignores your looks of concerns and just envelopes himself with you, he pulls you in a for a tight squeeze before pushing his lips to yours. it's obvious, that he wants a distraction. a slice of his perfect piece of heaven, to ease the stress.

“let me help you, baby.” your soft voice coos at him, as you cradle his face in your hands. you push a kiss to his lips before climbing to the floor, in front of his lap.

“oh, baby, please. you don't need to, don't want your knees hurting you later.” his voice laced with concern, and your lips curve into a soft smile at his thoughtful nature when it comes to you.

“let me, please.” you urge him, you're not even sure when the last time he let you give him head. it was like an itch that you can't scratch. needing to feel him in your throat.

he can't help the smirk that starts, loving to listen to you beg. never did he think he'd be so lucky, as to have a girl who gets cockdrunk on him.

“if you want it that bad, who am i to tell you no?" he chuckles, his hand coming run his fingers through your hair for a moment. he was sure no one else could ever look as pretty on their knees for him as you do.

you're quick to untangle his pants and his cock springs up once you move anakin’s boxers. your mouth practically drools at the sight, but it's hard to ignore the emptiness in your cunt.

anakin leans back into the couch, legs spread, observing as you look at his member like it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen. and it is, anakin’s cock is thick and long, and it fits in all the right spaces when he's fucking you like there's no tomorrow. it's such a pretty pink at the head.

for now though, you want to focus on him. help him relieve some of that pressure, that you know is so hard for him to keep under control. you start with kitten licks on the underside of his cock.

it's enough to make him shudder, watching with darkened eyes as you take him into your mouth. swirling your tongue around the head, you look through lidded eyes to see his head fallen back against the couch. soft gasps and sighs falling from his mouth, like a prayer.

“doing so good f’me, baby.” the pleasure makes his words slur, and it gives you the motivation and drive to take more of him in.

easing into a nice rhythm of up and down, causing anakin to tug his lip between his teeth and his eyes flutter open to see you taking him all the way in.

his robotic hand coming to softly grasp, your hair, making you go just a little faster.

“just, fuck, yeah baby. just like that, mm.” he groans as he speaks and it makes you speed up. your favorite part is when he starts to get close, little shudders and whines as he attempts to let you do it all on your own.

it never stays that way for long, within moments both of his hands are using your hair as a handlebar. tugging quick and thrusting roughly down your throat.

“sorry, princess. fuck. can't help, myself. just too good.” he praises you, and your bring your hands up to fondle his balls. this is exactly what it takes to push him over the edge. one rough thrust and you can feel his warm cum cadcading down your throat, which you happily swallow.

you lean your head against his thigh, he softly rubs your face. a dorky smile meeting your soft colored and watery eyes.

“you look so pretty with those tears running down your cheeks.” anakin almost whispers, like it's a secret that only the two of you could know about.

“you should make me cry some more then.” you give him a cheeky smile. you know there's no way today's gonna end without a couple bruises as momentos. you wouldn't have it any other way.

[stars4ani]

nsfw 18+

tw dumbification

anakin skywalker is mean when he fucks you, but it’s hidden behind his faux sympathy. he dumbs you down so much so that you can’t get off without him.

you’re sitting on his knee, short skirt ridden up and pink panties pulled to the side. his hand is big enough to engulf both of yours, holding them firmly behind your back as his other rests on your shoulder, keeping you still.

“please, i need to feel you” your desperate pleas are dismissed, responded to with a smirk.

“you can move yourself you know…s’not that hard baby” he chuckles, mocking you. you fight against his hold but instead his grip on your wrists tightens, probably bruising your weak wrists.

“move your hips, i mean. god, do i really have to tell you how to do everything?” he sighs, taking matters into his own hands as he bounces his leg for you, causing cries of pleasure to escape from your throat. the sharp movements make your poor cunt clench around nothing, the fuzzy feeling in your stomach spreading all over.

“stop- fuck- stop acting like i’m dumb” you respond between ragged breaths. this ignites a chuckle from him, bringing his rough fingers down to circle around your puffy clit so you could shut up again.

“never said that” he narrows his eyes at you slightly, studying your seemingly expression, “i’m making you feel good and you accuse me of calling you dumb? i guess i shouldn’t even be touching you here baby…but you need me to make you feel good right? can’t do it yourself can you? maybe you are dumb.”

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

MODERN!ANAKIN SKYWALKER who's got a bit of a situationship with you. It's not like him, he's very new to it all and its rules, which means some key details get lost in translation with him. For most, the "talking" stage consists of the ability to still see other people during, keeping your options open so to speak. For Anakin, he expects a sort of unspoken faithfulness he had no reason to define until now.

Now, as he stares at two words. "she's busy." A text he's been deliberating over for an inappropriate amount of time. What could possess another person to answer your texts for you? A glance to your contact name confirms it, just in case he was losing his mind. He kinda wishes he was. He taps your name, and calls you. Three rings. An answer on the other line, that is most certainly not you, invades his ears.

"Yo," the deep voice says and Anakin doesn't say a word as he hangs up. Without a second thought, he pulls up your Snap Map which you've stupidly left on. You do that a lot. Sometimes he checks on you only to see what you're up to. Some days he watches your little Bitmoji happy on it's map at that little cafe you like, and he calls you to see if you'll tell him the truth of where you are.

He gets in his car, and tracks you down.

His fingers drum against the steering wheel, just like his fist drums against the front door when he gets there. It shakes the whole fucking house. He takes a step back, resting his hands on his hips, and his tongue forms over his upper lip.

The door opens, and he comes face to face with the guy he presumes texted him, and answered the phone. This is his place. "Can I help you?" he questions with an attitude Anakin doesn't fucking care for at all.

"I don't wanna talk to you, I wanna talk to her." Blunt as ever, Anakin comes off as unstable to your companion, who obviously bucks up in your defense.

"The fuck? No. What do you think this is?" he responds, and the escalation of raising voices causes you to recognize who your friend is talking to. So you come downstairs, and see that familiar head of golden curly hair.

"Anakin?" you question in disbelief, slowing your descent down the stairs. At your arrival, Anakin's attention completely shifts onto you.

"Hey." He nods up. "We need to talk." His finger points to the space in front of him, as if calling you over like a dog. Oddly and subconsciously compelled, you make your way closer to him. Your friend's arm rests on the door frame, cutting in between you two. Apparently he didn’t want Anakin slipping inside. You only notice how much taller he is compared to your friend. If he wanted to, he’d put him on his ass with a well-placed one-handed push. You try not to think about that now as you approach, standing directly behind your friend’s elbow.

“What the hell are you doing here?” At the end of your sentence, Anakin’s massive hand snatches your upper arm, and your friend goes to separate the two of you with a commotion of “woah, woah!” You appease him, tell him it’s alright, that you’ve gotta take care of this, and allow yourself to be drawn away from the door step and closer to the street.

Once he has you where he wants you, he releases you, and you jostle from the loss of support. That hand wipes down his face, the most irritable you’ve ever seen him, and he gestures to you as he steps closer, “If you’re pulling this shit, let’s just call it.” he tells you, dismissing entirely the existence of the man who owns this house.

The crease in your brows deepen. “I don’t know what you’re talking about—“

“You do, and if I’m competing with other guys I don’t want any fucking part in it.” The towering figure before you stoops to get eye level with you, “Either get smart or fuck off, alright?” You hate to say that his low voice sends shivers down your spine.

His direct ultimatum makes you indignantly blink at him, taken aback at his sheer tenacity as you weigh out the options. He doesn’t give you enough time, scoffing at you, and turning his back on you. As if he could be so bold as to expect to be the only one you’re talking to, expect to treat you this way.

And yet, somehow, you end up back at his place. Impossibly fat cock driving into your insides as he picks you up by your hips into his thrusts. Knelt onto the bed, he rocks forward, while your cervix is getting bruised into submission. You squirm, arching your back off the bed with your pretty legs stuck straight into the air. “Who’s fucking pussy is this, huh? Who’s fucking pussy is this?” Skin smacks skin, harder than before. His tongue forms over his upper lip, brows pinched in focus as he fucks you like he means to beat you into the shape of his dick.

You don’t even hesitate. “Yours!” You whimper. “Yours, Ani, all yours.” You’re lifted almost entirely off the mattress, he straps his hands over your thighs to keep your ass pinned to his abs that sheen with sweat. Cunt stuffed to the brim as he relentlessly bullies it, creating an empty fucking vacuum that screams at you every time he pulls out. You really are fucking obsessed with this entitled behemoth of a man and what he can do to your body in a few strokes.

“That’s fucking right, baby, and don’t you forget it.”

[anakinstwinklebunny]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER after his first big battle as a general, weight hit him more than ever. Lost men, gunshot, smoke of the dust, screams of agony, fresh blood everywhere. He’s used to being strong, giving commands back and forth, being relentless, but now, after seeing the aftermath, he's a little more fragile than he lets on. He comes back to you, and this usual cocky demeanor fades fully fades. Shoulders slump, eyes aren’t as sharp, as shiny and he walks a little slower, like he just did something terrible.

Without a word, he goes straight to you, arms wrapping around your waist like he’s trying to connect you two into one being. Face buries into your neck, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way his breaths are trembling.

“Just hold me,” he whispers, voice softer than you’ve ever heard. It’s not the confident general or jedi knight who commands armies. It’s now a man who needs comfort, reassurance. “I don’t want to feel alone right now.”

You can feel his hands trembling slightly as he pulls you closer. He doesn't ask for anything else, just your presence, your attention, affection you can give him. His head rests on your shoulder, and for the first time in a long while, he lets himself be vulnerable. He needs your softness, your love, to remind him again of who he really is.

You run your fingers through his hair, with nothing but a gentle touch, letting him soak in your warmth. “You’re not alone, Ani. You’ve got me, you know that, right?"

He lets out a shaky breath, sinking further into your embrace, like a puppy seeking refuge in its owner’s arms. “I know,” he murmured. “But you still make me feel like I’m...human..again. I don’t want to lose that.”

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[corvoqueen]

Coddling 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒜𝓃𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃

Anakin Skywalker loves being coddled. You call him ‘baby boy,’ ‘pretty boy,’ etc. And he just melts. I mean just look as his puppy dog eyes. The amount of golden retriever energy he gives off is insane. He’s like a hyperactive puppy, desperate for attention and validation. Loves having his hair played with, his back scratched and definitely belly rubs. He’s definitely not afraid of being clingy and needy. His devotion to you is just through the roof. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has pictures of you on an altar. Absolutely worshipping you. He’s a fan girl at heart. With those blushy cheeks just begging to be squished. He’s a romantic through and through.

He’s a giver, he gives his love expecting absolutely nothing in return. But when you do return it? Boy is starstruck. He feels like he’s won the lottery. It’s no surprise that he’s affectionate. Not always in a sexual way, but I feel like physical touch is definitely one of his major love languages. Whether that be hugs, kisses, groping, etc. I feel like he’s especially partial to forehead kisses.

[st4rreid]

well behaved padawan

mdni 18+

summary: you had been acting in like a brat all day, pushing Anakin to his limits until he had enough.

warnings: smutty smut smut, fem/ afab reader, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, swearing, p in v, power imbalance, edging/ orgasm denial, praise, degradation, teeny bit of aftercare, creampie, probably more but i’m tired.

A/N: iz actually posting for once??? drinking wine brings out the whore in me so i was possessed to write this.

wc: 1.5k

You know Anakin prefers a compliant padawan, pounding you into submission when the council smites him, or when missions don’t go exactly how he wants. Every now and again however, you can’t help but to act out, and get under that pretty tanned skin of his, and that’s exactly what you had been doing all day, rolling your eyes and sighing when he spoke, dragging your feet as you walked behind him through the temple, making lousy blocks when he lifted his saber at you in training.

Truthfully you didn’t know why you were in such a bratty mood, but you reasoned that you had just been too well behaved as of late and he should have to put in some work for once.

You knew when he pulled you into his quarters he’d be making you sorry for your actions.

"What's wrong Ani?" you purred, running your hands through his hair and tugging gently. “I know we’ve had a long day.”

Anakin's eyes darkened with desire. Almost always, he would take charge, but today, after your behavior he had something a little extra in mind. He sensed a challenge in your eyes, a playful sparkle that hinted at trouble.

"Get off me, brat," he growled, his hands going to grip at your thighs. "You know very well that your behavior today warrants a punishment.”

"Aw, come on, Ani," you cooed, leaning forward so that your nipples brushed against his chest. "I just want to make you feel good. Isn't that what good girls do?"

With a swift move, Anakin pushed you onto the bed, caging you between his arms. "Not this time, little slut. This time, I want you to beg. Beg me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours."

A mischievous glint met your eyes, your inner brat bubbling back to the surface. "Oh, really? And what if I don't want to?" You pushed him away, "Maybe I'll just go find someone else to scratch this itch. Obi-wan looked really really good toda-" *smack* you were interrupted by a harsh backhand across your face, head careering to the right.

Anakin's eyes narrowed, his possessiveness bubbling to the surface. "Oh, you think you can play that game, do you?" He closed the gap between you, his tall, muscular frame intimidating, yet incredibly attractive. "You forget who's in charge here, princess."

"Who's in charge?" you taunted, cheek stinging, yet not quite ready to submit. "I don't see anyone in charge here except me. And right now, I'm feeling very much in control."

Anakin's gaze darkened, and you could see the desire burning in his eyes. He placed his hands on your waist, tugging closer. "You want to play it that way, huh? Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you when it becomes too much for you.”

"You like being a naughty girl, don't you? Teasing me, playing with fire. Well, let's see how well you handle it."

You gasped as he pinned you against the wall, his mouth crashing down on yours in a hungry kiss. You melted into him, your brattish façade slipping as your need for him took over. His kiss was demanding, possessive, and it sent shivers down your spine.

His hands roamed your body, removing your robes as well as his as he went, cupping your breasts, tugging at your nipples, making you whimper into his mouth. Then, sliding his hand down your stomach, to the apex of your thighs, his fingers seeking the heat of your sopping core.

"Somebody's wet baby? It’s pathetic, like she’s crying for me, huh?" he crooned, his breath hot against your ear. "Did thinking about being a bad girl turn you on? Did you touch yourself, imagining it was my hand between your legs?"

you whimpered, head falling back as his fingers teased your clit. "No... I... I wanted you," you gasped, your body thrumming with need.

"Wanted me, huh?" Anakin said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Well, you’re gonna have to wait a little longer first ok? I can’t go around rewarding bad behavior.”

With that, he swept you off your feet and carried you to the bed, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of lust and dominance.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he placed you, stomach down across his legs, hands roaming the curves of your ass. “Count.” he spat.

Feeling brave you rushed to start counting, before he could hand you the intended punishment. “one, two, three, fo- fuck!” you shrieked the painful stinging being more than you anticipated. “Feel like behaving yet?” he questions, and you can practically feel the smug smirk he's sure to have. You shake your head and let out a tiny “nuh-uh” that comes out more as a whimper as tears start to prickle at your lash line.

He raises his hand again and you tense in anticipation, needy hole clenching as he delivers another equally as mean smack. “T-two” you choke out, tears now freely falling down your face and onto the plush mattress beneath you. “There's my good girl again” Anakin coos, letting his dominant exterior fade for just a second as he strokes the reddened flesh.

His dominance quickly returns to the surface, as he delivers an ever so slightly softer hit to your hind. “Three” you sob, knuckles turning white as you clench your little fists together.

“Two more, pretty girl. You can do that for me right?” he croons, amused by how a few good spanks can completely dissolve your bratty display. You whimper a little “yes” between deep breaths to prepare yourself for the next one.

“Four!” you cry, cursing under your breath. Not wanting to delay any further, Anakin delivers the last firm hit to you. “Fuck-five!” you shout relieved that the onslaught of spankings was over.

Anakin soothes his hands over the new marks he had left, thoroughly enjoying his own handywork.

"Now, be a good girl, get on the bed and spread those pretty legs for me," he said, his voice low and husky.

Your bratty exterior had completely melted away, replaced by a needy, wanton whore. you did as you were told, spreading your legs wide, exposing your sopping pussy to him.

Anakin's eyes devoured the sight before him. "Such a pretty sight," he growled, positioning himself at your entrance, tip grazing your soaked folds. "You ready for me, baby?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. "Please, Anakin. I need you. Now."

With one swift thrust, he entered you, bottoming out. You cried out, in short broken gasps, your legs twitching as you took his whole length, the stretch was uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant, and almost completely eclipsed by the satisfaction of being so full. He began to move, his hips snapping as he plunged in and out of your tight heat.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs as he pounds into you. “Your tight little pussy was made for my cock."

You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through you. "Please... right there... Oh God!"

His thrusts became more urgent, his body slick with sweat as he drove into you again and again. Your hips bucking up to meet his in perfect synchronicity. The room was filled with the sounds of your combined passion—the slapping of skin, ragged breaths combined, and your moans of pleasure.

"I'm close... so close," you panted, your body tensing as an orgasm built within the pit of your stomach.

With the admission of your impending orgasm, Anakin’s hips stilled, that cocky, knowing smirk plastered on his face. “Hm I don’t know baby.” he croons “I still haven’t forgotten your insolence.”

Your chin started to wobble. Tormented by his throbbing cock still buried deep within, angry red tip weeping inside.

“‘m sorry! Please, just let me!” you cried out, thick, hot tears sliding down your face.

He resumes his movements, this time deliciously slow, allowing you to feel every vein along his length. “Are you going to misbehave again like you did today?” he smirks, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants; a whiny mess, broken and needy.

You shake your head, tears freely flowing down your face, “ ‘m not, no. never again.” you grip onto him tighter, surely leaving little crescent marks, on the taught skin of his shoulders.

“Promise me baby, y’know I hate not giving you what you want” liar, he’s found this process entirely satisfying, but he doesn't want you to know that yet, not when you've taken his condescension so sweetly.

“Please Ani, i- I promise.” with your verbal pledge he kisses away the sweetly salty tears coating your face before returning to pound into you.

"Cum for me, baby," Anakin growled, his voice thick with his own desire. "Let me feel that tight pussy milking my cock."

Your body shook as an intense orgasm ripped through you, walls clenching tightly around his shaft. "Anakin! Oh fuck!"

Feeling your orgasm, Anakin let go, his own release crashing over him. "Fuuuck!" he grunted, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his hot sticky cum.

Collapsing onto you, he kissed you deeply, their sweaty bodies still joined together. "Gods, baby," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. You hazily smiled, still vibrating from the intensity of your orgasm. “You’re all sweaty Ani, and heavy. We need to shower.” Anakin hummed, still not ready to move “just five minutes like this princess.”

[deansbeer]

how he is in bed ・ ANAKIN SKYWALKER. ៸៸៸ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ♡ pinned library

eighteen plus. minors do NOT interact.

WARNING(S). smut | fem!reader | power dynamics | overstimulation | possessive!anakin.

KARI NOTES. in conclusion, anakin is a freak in the sheets.

ANAKIN embraces his inner passions fully in bed. between the sheets he unleashes a primal intensity. he worships your body with devoted mouth and hands, learning just what makes you cry out the loudest. he takes his time bringing you to the edge over and over until you're a quivering, desperate mess. but when you finally beg for release, he denies you at first, dragging out your ecstasy mercilessly until you're sobbing his name. only then will he slam deeply inside to complete your unraveling, swallowing your screams with a fierce kiss. he brandishes you with dark marks too, covering your skin with proof of who you belong to. and when he spills inside with a guttural groan, you know no one else could ever satisfy you the way he does. in bed, anakin is a commanding, dominating lover who leaves you thoroughly ravished and entirely his.

[interloved]

toxic!anakin skywalker; ex boyfriend edition.

description box; your ex boyfriend anakin skywalker finds you at a party after weeks after your alleged break up. in his eyes, you’re still his girlfriend, so… why’re you hanging out with that guy? have you forgotten you’re his? you probably need him to remind you again… and he’ll do that with pleasure.

warnings; nsfw warning, mature themes like violence —> minor blogs do not read, TOXIC BEHAVIOUR LIKE THIS SHOULD NOT BE ROMANTICISED!!; porn with plot, anakin is a toxic little psychopath as always (therapy when??), smut under the cut!, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

part one.

ONE THING ABOUT YOUR ex boyfriend anakin skywalker that you absolutely hate is how a fight between the two of you never fails to become a yelling match. anakin doesn’t always initiate it, you have to admit that, sometimes you did too, but it was usually his fault it became an argument at all.

another thing you hate is how the two of you have an unofficial “break up ritual”—and it’s escalated so badly that it’s gotten to the point where your friends are telling you to break up with him. constantly.

they say it’s unhealthy, it’s toxic, he’s not good for you. they say he’s controlling, he’s possessive, and that he’s a gaslighter. they say he’s a master manipulator, that his issues can’t be fixed by anyone, and that you should leave him before it’s too late.

it’s not like you haven’t tried. you have, you just keep failing again and again somehow. maybe because if anakin is anything, it’s addictive. you’re not sure what it is, but something about him always has you crawling back, back to his comforting embrace, back into his apartment, back into his arms.

you don’t know how he does it—maybe it’s that damned “break up ritual”. he’ll yell, you’ll yell back, he’ll cry and beg you to forgive him and to come back home, you’ll give him the cold shoulder for a month or two, he begs you to come back again, you make up (have sex), pretend that fight never happened and repeat. it’s always the same.

but this time, it’s different.

anakin and you have been broken up for about two months and a half, and your ex boyfriend is getting nervous. it’s never taken you this long to return home—usually, it’s never taken you more than two months to come back.

but never this long. and you’ve never attended a party without him. let alone talk to a guy. ever.

anakin’s fingers drummed on his steering wheel at somewhat irregular intervals, and he looked at the house he was parked in front of. the pictures his friend had snapped and sent him were blurry and dark, but there was no doubt he had captured your small frame—and the guy standing next to you.

“OK, that’s it.” he snarls, and he closes the door of his car.

you belong to me, he thinks.

IT DOESN’T TAKE YOU long to figure out the guy you’ve been talking to ditched you. you’ve been wandering around, looking almost everywhere for him, but you just couldn’t seem to find him. it appeared like you had been left alone.

but then, you found someone else. leaning on a doorframe. head slightly cocked, a small, triumphant smile. one that you were used to more than anything.

“ani?” you whisper in confusion, and you were thankful the music was too loud for him to hear that damned nickname you always used to call him. he made his way to you and for one split of a second, you considered just running away.

“hey, you,” he grins at you, “partying, huh?”

you blink. this was… too normal. he was acting like you guys had never broken up. but you were willing to believe he’d changed.

“yeah. um, my friend ditched me for dinner, sooo… now i’m here.”

he clicks his tongue, “aw, that sucks.” and suddenly, he’s looking at you with such an intense gaze. he’s always been this way—so overwhelmingly intense, possessive but intense. passionate, but intense. scary intense.

“i would’ve never ditched you.”

and there it is again. that possessive glint in his eye.

“i don’t belong to you anymore,” you mutter, looking away.

and then, all of a sudden, “i miss you.”

your head whips around. you didn’t expect that—partly because anakin isn’t the type to admit his feelings in generl, and partly because anakin’s never been the one to try and get you back. it’s always been you crawling back to him, never him chasing after you.

it’s such a stupid thought but, maybe he’s changed. he hasn’t

“listen, i know what you’re probably going to say, but why don’t we grab a coffee some time and just, i don’t know, talk—”

“sure,” you find yourself answering, you answered too quickly for your own liking and because you want to soften your response a little, you add, “why not? it’ll be nice catching up.”

anakin grins at you with a way that is just so unmistakenly anakin, and flashes you cheeky wink. “it’s a date, then.”

and maybe it’s because you’re lonely, or because you’re tipsy, or because you really do miss anakin too, but you return his mischievous smirk with a little smile of your own. and maybe it’s because you’re drunk, but you genuinely believed he had changed.

how wrong you were.

PART TWO COMING SOON!

[laylaplease]

Anakin simply loved pussy. He’d always wonder, “What’s the point of having it if it’s not being pleased?” His girl’s sweet little hole, a tight juicy cherry for him to devour, to curl his digits inside of it, and feel the soft gummy walls pulling him further. He was obsessed with it. The sloshing of her arousal leaking out whenever he’d tease it, the way it’d tighten around his tongue… It made his eyes roll from just remembering all the times he’d be buried in between her sobbing folds for hours. The way she’d beg him to stop, the way her fingers would tug on his hair and legs tremble over his shoulders, why would he stop? Aren’t pussies made to be played with, to be overstimulated and swollen from all the love? The second his lips would wrap around her little hidden gem, she wouldn’t even be able to conceal all the moans and whimpers of delight, so why would she even ask him to stop? Whenever he’d praise how soaked and needy it was, her cheeks would taint in soft pink, eyes would lose their focus off his, and she would nudge his shoulder, as if it didn’t deserve to be pampered and coddled. Sometimes it’d anger him, during those times, he’d like to own her pussy. He’s sure as hell he’d treat it better than she does. He’d stroke it every night, knuckles deep, until she’d fall asleep; he’d lick it clean in the morning, savoring the taste of her body; he'd make sure it’d never even have panties on, so whenever it’s tingly, he could relieve it. He’d bruise while kneeling under the holy grail of female juice, tongue flat against the slit, nose nuzzled into the clit while his big hands held onto the backside, supporting his poor girl with a delicious abused cunt 🤎

[anilovie]

the parroting one made me imagine how he hard he’d tease you when he fucks you dumb until you cannot think of any words. he kept throwing you dirty questions he knows you cant answer and just lightly mock it. I cant think of the question but the mocking would sound like,

“yeah, baby? can’t hear you clearly..”

“mmhm? I don’t know baby, I guess I agree?” with his evil low chuckles ajjdowjsns

he’d shove your face in the pillows and then purposefully scold you like, “gotta speak louder, baby, don’t know what you want from me unless you tell me..” but you can’t say anything between his violent thrusts and the pillows choking you up.

or he’ll have you pulled up to him, back again his chest, grinding into your poor cunt so deep and hard you can barely breathe— and you’re crying, reaching behind to scrabble at his abs, his hips, trying to get him to slow down a little , but he’d just wrangle your arms across your chest with one of his own, the fingers of his metal arm clamping over your mouth, hissing “shhh— use your words, honey, ‘ts not that hard.” you’d whine in defeat, and he’d kiss your neck all sweet and soft like he’s not mixing your guts up below, and coo the same sound back to , followed by “aww, it’s too much, isn’t it? but you can take it, can’t you? won’t you? for me?”

another pitiful sound follows a particularly deep thrust, grinding hard into the walls of your cunt. your nails dig into anakin’s forearms, holding you still, and he breathily chuckles in your ear. “I take that as a yes?”

thanks for the message! 🧡

[stars4ani]

♡ nsfw 18+

︎ ♡ ੈ✩‧₊ being pushed into a small storage closet was not foreign to you, in fact, it had become routine. after every mission, you had waited for anakin with open arms, only to be shoved into the nearest room. his roughness would depend on the outcome of the mission. if it didn’t go as well as he hoped? you’d be gagging on him, he’d be merciless.

“shit… fuck” anakin skywalker’s words shoot straight to your core. looking up at him helplessly, your weak hands aimlessly claw at his back. another pained moan escapes your lips as his thrusts deepen, tip brushing against your cervix.

“please anakin p-please” you beg, unsure what exactly it is you’re begging for.

“just..” he trails off, and his large hands are suddenly clamped over your mouth. “just shush for a while, yeah? had a hard day, you don’t wanna make it harder on me do you?”

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

“Yeah, baby, yeah. That’s it, c’mon,” ANAKIN SKYWALKER’s encouraging words are slurred from the haze of his own pleasure, recognizing your familiar clench around his length plunged deep into your insides. Propped up on all fours, you’re limp otherwise, your abdomen sagging from the tension and exhaustion. A low arch to your spine as he fucks you with reckless abandon, large hands palming the globes of your ass as he leverages you into him. Your flesh bangs against his, and that coil in your belly is painfully tight.

“Ani,” you whine, various cries spilling from your gaping mouth.

His gasp of proud awe escapes him as soon as he feels warm liquid flood around his cock, stooping when he pulls out to watch it spray. Your squirt, brought on by his length only when it relentlessly bullied your sex, soaks the mattress and his thighs. As if a fucking faucet turned on, it pours out of you, and his hand smooths the flesh of your backside, watching with intrigue as your body lurches with each spurt. How your stomach flexes involuntarily to push the last of the liquid out in bursts. You whimper into the mattress, a sheen of sweat glistening your skin, and your hair a ratted mess, you’re about ready to collapse. Until the clumsy re-entry of his swollen head in your entrance alerts you to his plan. He’s not done with you.

“I want more,” he commands.

[weixuldo]

So I got a few Ani ideas and I need u to tell me what u think… it’s been awhile but the beast has been arisen

1. Anakin is getting bigger and stronger and his robes are getting tighter which is annoying him- but you just can’t help but dread the day he finally gets new ones (think in between aotc and rots- he trains harder and builds more muscle- THIGHS 4 DAYS)

2. You’re a well known figure in the public eye of coruscant (probably a senator) and get approached by a curious kid. Anakin watches in amazement as you handle the child so naturally and he can’t help but wanna pump a baby into you right then and there

3. 23 year old reader/ late 40s anakin ( luke and leia are 20) You met the twins in college// bsf w leia- luke is nice ig (luke has a massive crush on u)

- anakin always thought you were pretty (his dick twitches when you call him mr sw). You apply for a summer internship at a big business as a secretary for a temp job and happens to be his business. ur his secretary and end up just living at his house for the summer ( ur not from that city)

4. frat boy anakin and naiive reader (mixed signals, toxicity and smut)

5. Line cook ani and waitress reader during their break 🤭

Pls pls pls lmk what idea u wanna see next!!

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: Anakin Skywalker x f!reader

FLUFF

ANAKIN SKYWALKER’s lips twitched into a frown as his feet made another contact with the crispy sand while he walked like a penguin along the shoreline. Was it hard to take him to the beach considering his hatred to the coarse silt? Yup. Yet, he seemed more fascinated by the beauty of the beach than he cared to admit. The salty breeze ruffled his dark curls to the side as he finally made a long step to the water, scrimping on making even more steps against the sand

“Do you see these?” he asked, squatting down in the water. His voice was half-amused, half-confused as he picked up a shell, inspecting it closely, twisting it between his fingers. “They look like little houses.” He squinted at it, brow furrowed. “But they’re...empty?”

You chuckled softly, sitting a little farther up on the sand, letting the warmth of the sun soak into your skin. “It’s a shell, Ani. There’s usually something inside them, like little creatures.”

At that, he gave a confused look before lifting the shell to his ear, listening intently as if expecting some kind of magic sound. When he didn’t hear anything, his face twisted in surprise “Nothing but emptiness,” he muttered, tossing the shell away like it had betrayed him.

You laughed at his cute reaction, watching as he moved toward the water’s edge again, curiosity leading him. He knelt down, fingers reaching into the shallow water to pull out another shell, this one slightly larger. His expression went from curiosity to confusion again before he peered inside.

“Wait, there’s something in this one,” voice suddenly serious. He poked at the shell from the inside with the tip of his gloved finger. Something small, slimy, and glistening seemed to wriggle inside.

“Uh, Ani—”

Before you could finish, he recoiled, face twisted in disgust. He dropped the shell, letting it plop back into the water as if it had burned him. “What the hell was that?!” he exclaimed, shaking his hand in the air like he was trying to shake off a phantom. “That thing was alive!”

You couldn’t help but laugh even harder, seeing how offended he looked; brows furrowed deeply, lips pursed in absolute distaste. He wiped his hand against his soaked pants, clearly still trying to scrub off the memory of whatever had touched him. “I don’t like that,” he grumbled, walking away from the water’s edge like he was trying to distance himself from the scene of the crime.

“I told you the ocean’s full of surprises,” you teased, watching his scowl deepen as he moved back toward you.

“Next time, I’ll just stick to sand,” he muttered, but his eyes softened as he sat down beside you, dusting the sand off his hands with even more disgust. He turned his gaze to you, lips curling into a grin that was softer than usual. “At least I can’t get slimed by sand.”

You reached over, brushing some sand off his shoulder “You know, I’d love to make you go back in there to face your fears.”

Anakin snorted and leaned back on his hands, gaze focused on the horizon. “I don’t fear anything. Except... sea creatures.” He glanced at you with a little pout. “Those things are out to get me.”

“Sure, Ani. Whatever you say.”

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