#anakin drabble

[wifeofasith]

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 🤎

[hanasnx]

honey.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: inspired by @justadmiringanakin bcos i read some of her ceo!anakin thing and i’m so excited for it to be posted. so this is dedicated to her. WARNINGS: dilf!anakin | sexual content | kinks: daddy, size | position: cowgirl | age gap

“that’s it, baby, that’s it,” soft praises echo in your ear as you sink down onto DILF!ANAKIN SKYWALKER's length. “you feelin’ it? you feelin’ okay?”

you sniff, twisting your face in the most adorable way. too pitiful to resist, he leans into you, trailing sweet lingering kisses onto your heated cheek and temple.

“can you speak? can you do that for me, baby?” he keeps his voice barely above a whisper, like you’re exchanging secrets. large hands handle the fat of your thighs, stroking soothingly with his thumbs. he’s warm, and impossibly deep.

to let him know you’re alright, you nod, and feel his lips pass over your closed eyelids. your fists tangled in the collar of his shirt begin to tremble as you flex your legs, raising yourself.

“take it easy. don’t hurt yourself.” he says, even while his palm slide to your ass, instinctively drawing you closer into his chest.

“i can do it.” you plea, “please, ani, please. need it so bad.”

lovingly, he tilts his head, a wistful smile stretching his lips. “makes me feel young when you call me that.” his honeyed countenance remains only until you lift yourself, so tight wrapped around him it furrows his brows and sharply inhale. “fuck…”

“need— you,” you choke out, opening your eyes to meet his lust-blown gaze.

“‘m right here, angel. right here,” he assures you, one hand wedging between the two of you to thumb at your sensitive bud, it helps but doesn’t solve everything. “can feel you drying up, you’re going too fast.”

“if i can just…” you whine, his warnings going unheeded as you invite yourself onto him, letting your weight lower yourself. but he’s quick to catch you. his grip on your flesh aches, chastising you for biting off more than you can chew.

“what’d i say?” you’re feeling the stretch. the sting. it’s almost enough to get you wet enough for him. almost. “you told me you could handle it.”

“‘m sorry!” you cry out. “ani, i’m so horny it hurts.”

he hushes you, easing your worries by releasing your skin and coming up to stroke the top of your head. gently, he directs it to him, resting your cheek on his shoulder so he can tuck you under his. that big hand threads through your hair, sending tingles down your spine from the contact. his thumb continues to rub circles into your swollen clit.

ever so slowly, he flexes his abdomen as he ruts up into you. you can feel it against you, rigid and hard. the position is comfortable, and safe to relax in. your pussy grateful for the release of tension, loosening with each loving thrust into you. “there, is that better?”

you nod and make a noise of confirmation. when he decides you’re ready, he starts helping you to move too. he pokes around until he finds an angle inside that causes arousal to dampen your conjoined sexes.

“kids. still don’t know patience.”

[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?”

[andvenuscried]

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 about four years ago, maybe a little more, he was getting bullied really 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 guys 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 probably 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, darling?”

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 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 😭😭

[cosmicanakin]

anakin drabbles!

adult content / minors do NOT interact.

pairing. anakin skywalker x female reader.

contains. penetration, possessiveness, power dynamics, unprotected sex ( stay safe folks ), explicit language.

authors note. miss anakin terribly so i wrote this <3

divider creds @fairytopea / @pfpanimes

soft pants fill the air as anakin hovers above you, caging your writhing form beneath his solid bulk. intense blue eyes gaze down hungrily, taking in every gasp and mewl escaping plump lips parted in ecstasy.

"you're mine, y/n." he growls against the shell of your ear, nipping the sensitive flesh teasingly. whimpers turn to full-blown moans as he pulls nearly all the way out before snapping his hips forward in a sharp thrust.

"i'm yours, ani. only yours." you cry out, fingernails raking down sculpted back muscles unable to find purchase against sweat-slicked skin. a low rumbling chuckle greets this admission of submission to his masterful control over your trembling form.

grasping your wrists in a firm yet tender hold, he pins them above your head stretching your frame taut as a bowstring beneath his divine ministrations. his ruthless pace never falters, leaving you bereft of ability to meet each passionate roll of powerful hips locking perfectly to your own.

leaning down to claim your mouth in a blisteringly carnal kiss, he swallows each sweet sound of ecstasy spilling wantonly from your lips. the way his tongue curls around and plunders your own mimics his merciless plowing driving you ever closer to cliffs edge.

"you feel incredible, so tight and wet. i don't ever want to spill myself anywhere but your hot little cunt." anakin growls roughly, never losing stride even as your walls begin fluttering wildly around his massive cock.

a litany of praise and possessive endearments tumble from his lips, fuelling your building orgasm higher with each scorching word. "that's it baby, cum for me. i want to feel you milk my cock - every last drop."

with a cry muffled against his shoulder, the blinding release claiming your senses sends colors bursting behind clenched lids. your entire being shreds to pieces impaled so deliciously on his long thick shaft, barely registering continued powerful drives through your pulsing walls gripping him vice-like.

anakin growls viciously, slamming into your limp pliant form a final few times before erupting in a scorching torrent shooting so deep you swear you feel it pooling low in your gut. emptying himself fully buried to the hilt ensures every molecule is branded solely to your greedy channel throbbing delicately around his now softening length.

taking his time to ride out the waves of bliss still crash through your joined forms, he peppers tender kisses across flushed skin comely sheened with a fine mist. lazily rocking gentle strokes ease you both down from ecstasy, words of adoration whispered like prayers against clammy flesh.

collapsing atop your sated form, anakin draws your pliant body flush against the masculine contours of his own painted vibrantly with afterglow's glow. tucking sweaty flyaways behind your ear, massive arms encircle your frame possessively despite tenderness flooding blue irises gazing down adoringly.

yours and anakin's souls remain joined closer than any physical melding, hearts beating as one to the rhythm of shared intimacy's melody. a perfection found solely with your lover, whose passion knows no bounds beckoning you ever higher ascending together.

[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?”

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[loveliestlovelygirl]

anakin skywalker knows your body inside and out. He’s attuned to you in every way that’s possible… possible to a Jedi demigod. Conceived in equal parts Force and human blood. He knows you through and through. When your bodies come together, those special hours few and far between that you share with only him, you lose yourself to him. Your obsessive and faithful lover. His supernatural senses understand every little need you have, leaving no wanting place along your body unscathed by his passion. He marks you as his in places you can't possibly cover. The bruises are a mystery to everyone but you. and yet... that's enough for him. Because he knows every time you see the red and purple markings along your otherwise flawless skin, you'll think of him, the one who holds your heart in the shadows, the only one who calls you his.

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[lovelybucky1]

warnings: mentions of smoking, alcohol consumption, substance use, mentions of partner sharing, mentions of unprotected sex, 18+ minors DNI

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au made in part by the wonderful @fuckmyskywalker

trailer trash!anakin who would do anything to put a smile on your face. he can’t afford flowers, but he has no qualms about plucking some from your neighbor’s garden to hand to you at the door.

trailer trash!anakin who looks a few years older than he is from the years of smoking and drinking and some harder substances that he doesn’t tell you about

trailer trash!anakin who sleeps on a mattress on the floor with unwashed sheets pulled up from the corner

trailer trash!anakin who invites all of his friends over to drink and gamble and loses his money because he got too drunk and has too much pride to fold when he should

trailer trash!anakin who has to gamble other things because he ran out of money and his friends all have their eyes on the young piece of ass he keeps around

trailer trash!anakin who punches his dickhead friends in the face for making passes at you.

trailer trash!anakin who has a black eye, split lip, and bloody nose from the fight but the other guys are worse off. they all have records so none of them will press charges because they know how it’ll go

trailer trash!anakin who kisses you sloppy and dirty despite how it hurts his bruised face because fights make his blood pump and you’re his favorite outlet

trailer trash!anakin who fucks you through said mattress until your back pain won’t just be from the shitty bed

trailer trash!anakin who cums inside of you while muttering about how he owns you because he doesn’t want you to get any ideas about running off with his friends

[sargeant-bxrnes]

ride

summary: [au] anakin finally bought that bike he wanted so badly, and invited you to try it for the first time with him. riding won’t be the only thing you’ll be doing on that bike.

content/warnings: modern!anakin, fast driving, bikes. | SMUT: dirty talk, praise, unprotected, messy & rough sex, sex on top of a bike, outdoor sex (no one is around)

wc: 2.4k

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You'd never been partial to motorcycles, they weren't easy to drive, not to mention dangerous, it was always more practical for you to stick to four-wheeled vehicles and you'd preferred it that way so far.

But when Anakin finally bought you that motorcycle he'd been saving up for... you understood the appeal. The motorcycle was sleek, painted a deep, jet black that seemed to absorb the surrounding light. The glossy finish gave it a mirror-like quality, reflecting the world around it. Chrome accents adorned its frame, catching the glint of streetlights and passing cars, the handlebars gleamed, polished to perfection— you didn't know much about bikes, but you knew it was pretty.

"So?" he asked with a little knowing smile, looking at your face to gauge your reaction. "what do you think of it?"

"It's really pretty," You said honestly to your boyfriend, admiring it from up close, your finger softly trailing over the chrome accents. "I get why you've been so obsessed with it."

"Aha! I knew you'd get it," He chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, pulling back slightly to whisper over them. "So... wanna take it for a ride?"

Your heart fluttered at the touch of his lips and the whispered invitation. "Yes, I'd love to,"

"Good thing I also bought two helmets then." He mused casually, as if he'd known all along that you'd agree to go for a ride, as he nods his head to the helmets hanging from the handlebars. "Ready?"

"Mhm." You walked closer to the bike, taking your helmet from handlebars and putting it on. "want me to sit in front of you or behind? You're the driver, baby, so however is more comfortable for you."

"Oh," he looked at the bike, quickly thinking about the logistics and the safest option. "I think I want you sitting behind me, you can cling to me that way and I can focus on the road"

Anakin walked closer and swung his leg over the motorcycle, straddling it, and then looked over his shoulder at you, as he placed the red helmet on his head. "C'mon princess, hop on."

You moved closer to the bike to get on it, it was a bit of a struggle since the bike was considerably taller on the back, but you managed to sit behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, securely but not too tight.

Anakin smiled at the feeling, and gave your hand a soft squeeze before moving his hands to the bike, starting it up with a roar. He took his time adjusting everything until he felt comfortable with it, slowly driving out of the parking lot.

"You okay back there?" he asked over his shoulder as he drove down the empty street, taking in the feel of freedom that only comes from riding a motorcycle.

"Yeah, you're pretty comfy." You replied humorously over the hum of the bike, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Anakin chuckled, the vibration of it traveling through his body and into yours. "I'm glad to hear that," he mutters before glancing in the rearview mirror at you, a smile tugging at his lips.

You looked around as he kept driving at a good speed, soon the city was left behind as he took a route to the outskirts of the city, where it mixed with the beautiful forest surrounding, you held on tight to him from behind, admittedly it felt real nice to have his body pressed against yours, the wind on your face and the soft vibrations of the bike underneath.

Anakin smiled at the sight of you enjoying yourself, and removed one of his hands from the handlebars, he carefully placed it on your thigh next to him and squeezed softly, letting his hand slide higher.

"What do you think?" he asked casually, raising his voice so you could hear him.

"It's amazing," You admitted over the road noise, your hands firmly planted on his abs. "you're a really good rider."

His heart swelled with pride at your words, turning his head slightly to kiss you, it was a risk, sure, but he couldn't help himself.

"Thank you," he murmured, grinning from ear to ear as he felt his cock beginning to twitch in his pants, it could've been the feeling of your closeness or the vibration of the bike, he wasn't sure. "I try my best."

You enjoyed the ride, but admittedly, you too were getting slightly horny. The bike was vibrating and humming under you, sending vibrations up all the right places, and every bump on the road had your heart skipping a beat, your breasts were firmly pressed against his strong back, not to mention his hand kept caressing your thigh softly. — Still, you remained silent about it, not wanting to distract him.

Anakin felt your body growing hotter behind him, the growing heat between your legs, his cock throbbed harder in response. He knew exactly what you were feeling as he leant back, pressing his back against you.

He felt so good, you unconsciously ground against him as the bike went over a speed bump, making your body slide closer to his.

Anakin groaned softly, his eyes narrowing for a moment as he tried to focus on the road ahead. He knew he should focus on driving, but with you pressed against him like this... it was hard not to give in.

Realizing what you were doing, you pulled back to not invade his personal space, just as the bike went over another speed bump, this one hit just right, the perfect vibration and friction against your clothed pussy, you managed to bite back the moan, barely.

He moved his eyes to the mirror to glance at you, seeing the struggle it takes for you not to moan out loud, it only made his cock throb harder inside his pants. That's it.

"Baby," he calls out to you over the constant hum of the bike, his voice roughened by lust— without another word, he took a sharp turn into a secluded area at the side of the road, surrounded by bushes and pretty trees, before stopping the bike and turning off the engine. "I need you."

You don't even question what he was doing, you know, you stood up from the bike and got down, assuming you two would do it against a tree, but...

Anakin quickly unfastened his helmet before setting it down on the bike's handlebars, he kicked the foot stand so the bike would still. He then turned back to you with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Right here," he murmurs, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you close against him as he reached for your chin with the other hand to tilt your head up towards him. "let me have you here, yeah?"

You bit your lip, both from arousal and nervousness. "How are we... gonna have sex on the bike though?"

He chuckled softly, his warm breath fanning across your lips as he answer. "Ride me." he murmured, leaning in to press your lips to his.

The kiss was deep and passionate, tongues danced against each other as they explored the taste of one another's lips. It was a needy, hungry kind of kiss that leaves both panting for more.

Following his request, you moved over to straddle Anakin, as he straddled the bike. Was it risky? Maybe. Yeah.

Automatically, his hands moved to your hips to keep you steady on top of him. He could feel right off the bat how wet were for him and it only fuelled his desire.

"Fuck," he rasped out, leaning forward slightly to brush his lips against yours once more before capturing them in another searing kiss, he was clearly as desperate as you were. His hands slid up your body, unbuttoning your shirt and unclasping your bra, blindly cupping your breasts in his palms.

His mouth left yours to trail hot kisses down your jawline and across your neck before reaching your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, he twirled his tongue around the hardened bud, grazing slightly with his teeth before sucking on it gently, and then moved his mouth to the other breast to give it the same treatment.

"God," he groaned against your skin, letting go of you momentarily to run his hand over the length of his cock through his pants. The rough fabric scraping against his swollen head is almost unbearable for him. "I need you so fucking bad."

"I need you too," You admitted, filled with need and a noticeable lack of hesitation, you rolled your skirt up, bunching it up over your hips, exposing your wet panties, making sure to not move too much so the motorcycle wouldn't tumble, your thighs were over his, but his pants, boxers and your panties were still in the way.

Anakin tore his eyes away from your body, taking a moment to compose himself before looking at you again. He reached down between the two of you and grasped onto his cock through his pants, he couldn't take it anymore. With one swift motion, he unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper, pulling his cock free, letting it spring up, the cool air making him gasp slightly. — he was harder than ever, his tip red and swollen, leaking precum already.

You whimpered in empathy at the sight, your mouth watered, but to be fair, you were too damn horny to just suck him off, so you rose your hips, hovering above him as he still straddled the bike, making it easier for him to have access.

Anakin's cock visibly twitched as you positioned yourself over him, the friction of your bodies together almost unbearable. He reached up to cup one of your breasts again while he used his other hand to guide himself towards your wet heat.

"Please," he begged softly against your skin, his fingers lightly teasing a hardened nipple as his cockhead pressed insistently against your wet panties. "I need this."

You rocked your hips, rubbing your pussy against his cockhead through your panties as you nod in consent. "Y-yeah, please."

Anakin took that as his cue, using one hand to slide down your body until he was holding onto your hips. He leant forward slightly and reached between the two of you again, taking hold of your flimsy panties in his fist before giving them a sharp tug, they come off with a soft ripping sound, exposing your wet pussy, his cockhead was now fully nestled between your wet pussy lips, it felt so damn good, and it looked even better.

The mere friction and the sight of his cock rubbing against your pussy made you moan slightly, you lifted your hips more, so he could guide and slide his cock inside you.

Anakin's breath hitched as he guided the head of his cock against your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit to gather some wetness before pressing forward slowly, feeling the tight heat enveloping him, he kept his eyes on the scene, observing your pussy slowly stretching around his cock. "Fuck, that's it, just like that."

You moaned softly again, both due to the feeling and the praise, as you felt every inch of his cock as he slid in. One of your hands held on to him, and to the bike with the other.

Once fully sheathed inside you, and after giving you some seconds to adjust, he braced his arms on either side of you as he started thrusting slowly into your wet pussy. The sensation indescribable, and he knew it was only going to get better.

"God, you're tight baby," he groaned out loud, tilting his head back with a shudder that ran through him at the sheer pleasure. He picked up the pace, driving deeper inside of you with each powerful stroke, his hips slamming against yours in time with rhythm.

"Just like that Ani, right there." You moaned in response against his neck as he kept fucking into you, your thighs still firm against his, the motorcycle was incredibly firm under both, rocking a bit but nothing dangerous.

Anakin moaned low in his throat, feeling you milking the head of his cock with each downstroke. He began thrusting harder and faster now, lost to the sensation of having you wrapped around him so tightly.

"That's it, baby, that's it, you're taking me so, so good." he praised against your skin as he took firmer hold of your hips, moving you up and down on his cock in a satisfying rhythm for both.

"B-baby it feels so good-"

Anakin groaned out loud, his hands gripped your hips tightly as he began pounding into you harder still. He could feel himself getting close already, the familiar pressure building in his balls and behind his cock.

"I know it does," he coos back at you, nipping lightly at your earlobe before dragging his teeth down to nip softly on your neck.

As soon as one of Anakin's hands slid between your bodies to rub your clit, you were a goner, feeling your orgasm getting closer and closer, your pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock.

Anakin felt you going tense around him, the knowledge that you were close enough to orgasm sent his own desire skyrocketing. He started thrusting harder into your tight heat as he continued rubbing your clit in tight circles.

"Cum for me, c'mon pretty girl, cum for me," he incited against your skin, nipping lightly at your neck before soothing it with a soft kiss. The combination of his rough love and gentle affection pushed you over the edge as you finally gave in to the pleasure coursing through you.

The sudden tightening of your pussy sent him over the edge as well. He groaned loudly into your neck as he came inside of you, his hot seed filling you up with every pulse. "Fuck," he whispered roughly against your skin, holding onto you tightly as he tried to catch his breath. "I love you."

You let out a breathless chuckle, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend in a hug, feeling his cock twitch inside your pussy due to the after orgasm. "I love you too."

Anakin returned the hug tightly, feeling your warmth envelop him. He leant his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath, still trembling slightly from the intensity of the sex.

"God," he whispered softly into your hair before pressing a gentle kiss there. "that was... fucking incredible."

"It really was." You agree, whimpering as you slid his soft cock out of your pussy with a soft pop, a bit of his cum dripping out. "we should probably head back home before we get caught, though."

"You're right," he whispered back as he nodded in amusement, reaching down to wipe off any remaining cum on your legs, pushing it back inside with his fingers, earning another moan from you. "Let's head home."

[slut4starwarssmut]

mdni 18+

bf!Anakin would find you the sweetest girl ever

♡ the way you get all grumpy if you hadn’t had your mid-day nap in his arms, adorable.

♡ how you cling to his forearm when the two of you are in public, so so cute.

♡ when you bit your lip while watching him get undressed after the gym, just perfect.

♡ how you would suck on his fingers when you were feeling overstimulated, completely unaware how much it turned him on.

♡ when you playfully call him Ani, and tug on the hem of his t-shirt when you need to be cuddled. how could you get any more beautiful.

♡ how you strop sometimes when you don’t get your own way, and he can’t help but chuckle at your precious little protests.

♡ the way you would gawk at the bruises and hickeys he’d left on you from the night before he’d take it as a sign you needed more.

♡ and don’t even get him started on his favourite spot between your legs, such a delectable pussy.

[wifeofasith]

Loved inside and out ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

ׁ ֶָ֢ ⏤͟͟͞͞☕️ ׁ ࣭ warnings ! ۪ ׁ ⊹ || Dom!Anakin × Sub!Fem!Reader, cockwarming, brief pinv sex, creampie (mentioned), pet names MDNI !!

Not bothering whatever Obi-wan was so immensely discussing with Ani was practically impossible when your head was swarming with tingling thoughts about your unsuccessful day. Feeling miserable, you didn’t even try to participate in the ardent conversation the two Jedi had. Your only resolve turned out to be to linger around, trying to gain Anakin’s precious attention, which you were so desperate for.

“What’s gotten you so dull?” Your grand-master’s voice pulls you out of your head, making your eyes settle on his humble white robes. “You’re traipsing around like a youngling.”

Feeling embarrassed about the comment, you glimpse at Anakin, expecting to be defended from Obi-wan’s sharp eye, but instead you are greeted with another curious stare as his arms cross over his chest.

"Just a bad day.” You mutter, struggling to define the intense feeling of weariness you woke up with.

Not pleased enough with the description, they glance at each other concisely, as if sizing up your negativity. Anakin’s arms drop lower with a sigh.

“How about another session to put your mind off things?” He insists, making you wonder what kind of session he was talking about while hoping Obi-wan’s imagination only darts to the possibility of you dueling with Anakin instead of anything wicked.

"Go; I’ll finish on my own.” Your master’s master nods approvingly towards Anakin, reassuring you two about his oblivion to what happens in your little nests when his prying gaze is elsewhere.

Anakin’s eyes gleam briefly before he tilts his head upwards towards you, encouraging you to move alongside him.

“What’s wrong?” A soft voice reaches your ears as you two are far enough. “What bothers your pretty little head?” He speaks gently, but his eyes still stare forward, careful not to drop the cloak you two were wearing.

“It’s nothing, really…” You pause, but unable to come up with a better excuse, you shortly continue. “I’m just blue.”

—

“It’s okay. It’s okay, my angel.” Anakin coos, tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear as his chest presses against your back, firm arm grabbing you closer. “I’ve got you now.”

In the safety of your own quarters and Anakin’s embrace, you felt completely tranquil, even with your panties pulled to the side and the gentle nudge of his cock brushing against your entrance. His tight grip enveloped you perfectly, filling your heart with comfort, opening an escape from the dullness of your routine.

“You’re so precious, always need my cock to soothe you.” He coos, nudging your slit with a wet tip, eager to fuck into your guts.

“Mmm…” You nod silently, not wanting to be bullied about it.

Anakin’s lips gently touch your cheek as if to reassure you that he’s there to ease your mind instead of making fun of your disheveled mental state. He props himself up on his forearm, leaning over you slightly to reach the plum of your lips as he slowly starts pushing inside your warm tunnel.

“Open up, darling, you know you need it.” He hooks his hand under your thigh, raising it just slightly. “Relax and let me in.”

Your walls flutter open, trying to accommodate him in a not-so-aroused hole. It’s irritating and uncomfortable at first, but once his stomach is nicely pressed against your lower back, your body grows limp into the sheets. Finally comforted, finally full of love.

Anakin grunts, fighting the urge to buck against you. He neatly spoons you close to himself, pressing his knees into the back of your legs while his hand gently rubs your abdomen.

“There we go, nice and sheathed in your little pussy.” He pats your hip softly before resuming his soft caress.

You close your eyes, savoring the way your walls molded around him. The feeling of him pulsing inside you like a second heartbeat made your body swell with warmth. Your brain became fuzzy, filling with images of Anakin’s veiny shaft enveloped within you.

“Feels so good, Ani. So warm.” You utter, taking a deep breath of air, of his scent, more of Anakin inside you.

He lets out a low chuckle, his hand creeps its way under your belly button, teasing the skin above your pubic hair with his fingertips.

“Do you want to come?” He asks in a breathy voice, his lips pressing against the shell of your ear. “Want my angel to be happy. Want to make you squirm in pleasure. Do you want to?”

You pause for a second. It was true that your insides were quickly flooding themselves when Anakin was loving you so good, when his hands felt so gentle on your skin, his cock numbed the sadness in you so perfectly… But you didn’t actually need an orgasm; you just wanted him, his presence, his sweet, comforting body, and soft voice that always grounded you. You didn’t want to come, but...

“No...”

“Of course, sweet thing.” He coos and kisses your shoulder gently, pulling your body against his. “Let me just hold my angel, nice and tight and wrapped around me. Just like you should be.”

He continues pressing feather-like pecks across your arm, softly tugging on your robes to expose more of your skin, which he so longed to adore, while you braced yourself to finish the sentence and reveal your need.

“But I want you to.” You mutter in a shy voice, heat spreading across your cheeks, making your muscles clench.

“Want me to what, love?” He pauses his loving kisses, locking his eyes with yours in a gaze that tells you that he knows exactly what you mean.

Having no energy to argue with his teasing nature, you only sigh to express your unwillingness to entertain him. You lay still for a moment, waiting for him to comply and finally amuse your wish.

“Gotta explain it to me, pretty angel, can’t do anything unless you tell me what you want.” He tickles your neck with his hot breath once more, beating you entirely by being sneakily right.

“Ani, please…” You turn to him, your glossy eyes making his heart swell and cock twitch inside you. “…please cum in me—”

“Atta girl.” You can’t even finish your filthy sentence when he grabs your hips and retreats from your warmth. “Gonna fill that pussy up, make a little creamy mess...”

Once his hips snap back, your eyes roll, and you know that soon enough, you’ll be begging to cum.

[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.

[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.”

[nhilistcoptimist]

Modern!au Virgin Anakin

Minors do not interact 18+

Warnings: mommy kink | oral male receiving | bimbo-fied fem reader | mentions of male masturbation | stuff with feet?? | uninterested reader | implied that they are college classmates

There’s no doubt that ANAKIN SKYWALKER was inexperienced sexually at his grown age.

He derived all of his focus on his schoolwork, leaving relationships to be dealt with in the future. Besides the times he was with himself, his lanky digits pumping one out to your Instagram photos, he’s never done anything with a girl. The thought of making a first impression with his first time clouded his mind. He readily watched videos, memorizing the male actors mannerisms and positions. But, everything that he crammed into a mental list suddenly became non existent whenever you asked him to tutor you after your ethics class.

You would sit at the foot of his dorm bed, unamused and scrolling through social media, popping a piece of gum between your glossed lips. Your foot would snake up and down his cock, white painted toes sandwiching over his angry red tip. A giggle would escape from your lips, typing away at whatever caught your attention.

He wouldn’t be able to control himself. A blubbering mess, his hips would buckle, pushing himself up against the soles of your feet just to feel something. Burying his face into his pillow, he’d whine out a string of whimpers and faint “mommy”’s , an embarrassing amount of precum dripping from his tip.

His noises get louder at the suction your lips would make whenever you finally grew bored of your phone. You bobbed your head, tongue sliding down the base of his shaft repeatedly. You would batt your eyes at him, watching his facial expressions as he gets closer to his climax.

“Fuck - mommy ~ if you keep doing that I’m gonna-“

It wouldn’t take him long to finish. An embarrassing amount of cum seeping from his twitching cock. Moaning incoherently as the last strings of hot liquid filled your mouth.

[cosmicanakin]

anakin drabbles!

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

pairing. anakin skywalker x female reader.

contains. smut, & possessive!anakin.

authors note. he's a freak in da 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.

[anilovie]

Anakin taking care of your sore breasts.

WC: 1.6k

CW: its not rlly smut? Fem reader, mentions of PMSing.

(p.s. I'm slowly working up to posting real smut, im just shy and my speciality is fluff. im getting there.)

“Why’re you so far away?” Anakin propped himself up on his elbow, raising a grumpy brow at the position you had settled down to sleep in. 

You were curled on your side, hands tucked under your cheek, protectively distanced a good 3 feet away from Anakin. Usually you’d be cuddled right up to him, head nestled in the crook of his arm and chest, leg thrown over his waist, half on-top of him. But your boobs were sore – evidence that a certain unpleasant time of the month was approaching – and you didn’t want to cause any pain by pressing against him.

“Sorry,” you murmured sleepily, shifting an inch closer. Anakin’s frown deepened.

“You mad at me or something?” 

“No! Here–” you pushed yourself up, wincing at the ache the shift in gravity caused on your sore breasts, and scooted right up next to him. Still not cuddled quite as close to him as usual, but enough to share body heat. “All better,” you closed your eyes again, smiling slightly.

“You’re acting strange,” he huffed, throwing an arm around you and hauling you over him like usual– only this time, he dragged you all the way up and over so you were fully on top of him, chest pressed against his own.

You winced and pushed your palms against his pecs, taking the pressure off your boobs.

“I’m sore, Ani,” you finally explained, trying to wriggle out of his grasp to lay on your side again.

“Sore?”

“Ya’know…” you avoided his gaze, cheeks going pink. His gaze followed your own, landing on the twin mounds of flesh that threatened to spill out of your little sleep shirt. You’d chosen something soft and airy today, seeing as how every brush against your sensitive nipples caused sharp tingles to shoot through you.

“They hurt?” he questioned curiously, still not allowing you to squirm out of his hold. Suddenly enamored, he lifted his flesh hand to bracket your waist, tracing the curve of your body until his thumb was resting right beneath your aching breast.

“Yes,” you warned, sacrificing a hand to hold his wrist. As if you were strong enough to stop him.

Something clouded over his usually bright eyes, a look you’d become all too familiar with. The pit of your stomach went all warm when his gaze lifted to yours, tiny mischievous smirk twisting his handsome features.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt you,” you didn’t believe a word he said with that look on his face. You already knew what you were in for.

“Ani…” you loosened your grip around his wrist, deciding whatever he wanted to do might actually help. Sometimes massaging the flesh made it feel better. “You can touch, but be gentle.”

“I’ll be so gentle,” he spoke quickly, lifting himself so he was sitting. You were propped up on his lap so nicely, obediently quitting your attempts at escaping. With your now pliant and relaxed body in his hands, he rubbed your sides up and down, gauging each little reaction his touch elicited.

Goosebumps all up and down your arms and legs; Head lolling forward in sleepy appreciation of his strong hands; Nipples poking against your shirt all cute and desperate.

“That must not feel very nice, hm?” he brushed the back of a finger of one of your hard nipples, sending a shock of tingles and sensitivity through you. You winced, attention captivated by his every move.

“T’s not the most comfortable, no,” you agreed quietly, an uncomfortable burning sensation resulting from the rub of your nipples against the fabric of your shirt. No matter that it was your softest one… plus, even the act of sitting up with nothing supporting them made them ache. It was worse this month for some reason, and you yearned for Anakin’s hands to just finally hold them, squeeze them, make it feel better like he always does…

“Want me to take it off?”

His hands were already falling to the hem of your shirt, ready to pull it over your head. You nodded once, lifting your arms so he could free you from the confines of your tank top, shivering at the cool breeze that soothed your hot skin.

“There. That better?” he murmured, though his attention was solely on your chest. He hissed through his teeth. “Looks painful, baby. You’re all swollen.”

“Hm?” you looked down at yourself. Usually you did get a little more swollen around this time, but nothing really noticeable. 

“It’s okay. I’ll make it feel better,” his tone dropped to a whisper, completely entranced by you now. His hands slid back up your body, soft skin dipping beneath his touch. He reached the source of your discomfort and slowed his movements, cupping you gently in his palms, supporting the weight of the swollen flesh.

You sighed, relaxing into his hold. Your hands were tucked between your thighs and his waist, cushioned where your bodies met. He squeezed gently, and your eyes fluttered closed, glad you didn’t have to remind him to be gentle.

“That's good, Ani,” you told him, appreciating the slow movements of his hands massaging you. You didn’t even have it in you to be embarrassed– you knew he was enjoying this as much as you.

“Mhm?” he hummed, voice tantalizingly closer to your skin. You could feel his warm breath ghosting over your flesh, a sudden wave of warmth pooling between your legs. Before you could respond, you felt his tongue– hot and wet– soothe over your sensitive nipple.

Your breath caught, instinctively bringing a hand up to rest in the soft curls at the back of his neck. His eyes flicked up quickly to see your reaction, blindingly blue and shiny, then returned to your chest. 

He licked you again, all slow and soft, letting his tongue trace the underside of your nipple and flicking gently against the hard bud. Enamored by your taste, he traced the puffy skin, delicately spreading his saliva all over your nipple before finally closing his lips around it.

You made a small noise, something between a whimper and a cry. It was sore– too sore and sensitive to be doing this. But the pain somehow felt good when met with the hot cavern of his mouth, tongue wet and soothing as it massaged the bud around slowly. 

You weren’t planning on doing anything else tonight, but you were absolutely soaking in your panties. Anakin was never usually this slow and gentle with you, always just a little too mean and a little too impatient– his sudden devotion to your comfort made you ache between your legs, subtly pressing closer to him to appease it. 

If he noticed he didn’t say anything. It was like he was under a spell, releasing your nipple with a small wet sound that made you squirm with embarrassment. He kissed it again, making you flinch, and then moved to the other side.

“‘Coulda asked me for help sooner ya’know,” he murmured against your skin, lips tickling your other nipple. It was so sensitive, even that had you twitching away, but he held you still in his iron hold. “Didn’t have to suffer all alone like this.”

You technically didn’t ask for his help, you wanted to point out. He came onto you. He just liked making fun of how shy you were, because he’s mean like that. 

Before you could say that, you felt something sharp tug at your nipple. You gasped, eyes welling up with tears– not from pain, but from the sharp tingles it sent down your spine. His teeth nibbled the hard peak of your breast so gently, white teeth sharp and sinking into soft, delicate skin. You moaned quietly, hand tightening at the curls by his neck.

“Careful,” he chuckled, thumb brushing and rolling against the hard peak. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

That thumb on your nipple did hurt. The rubbing was too much– as if to prove his point, you squirmed harshly in his hold, fighting the cage he had you trapped in, tugging at his wrist.

“Ani–”

“I know, I know. Shhh,” he leaned forward and replaced his thumb with his mouth, and you sighed again. The warmth and wet slide of his tongue and lips felt heavenly, much different than the rough pad of his finger.

Speaking of, he kept you distracted as he gently suckled on one nipple, sliding his metal hand up to the other one and capturing the hard nub between two metal fingers. He squeezed gently, making you jerk back again, whining keenly. 

“Ani.”

“Sorry,” he laughed again, teeth scraping against the nipple he was currently focused on again. His tone was definitely not sorry.

He remedied his actions though, leaving your nipples alone for a moment to grope and squeeze at your breasts lovingly. He liked it better when you were relaxed in his arms, not squirming and whining in pain. So he squeezed and massaged, entranced by the plush flesh spilling through his fingertips– how soft you were, how delicate your skin was, how pretty your nipples were all sore and sensitive and shining with his spit.

“See? Told you I’d make it all better,” he spoke after a while, allowing you to fall forward into his chest after you grew too tired and sleepy to stay upright anymore. You were still incredibly wet between the legs, but your neediness waned as his touch became therapeutic rather than sensual. 

Finally, his hands roamed from your aching breasts to your back, soothing a line up and down your spine as he retrieved your shirt and nudged it back over your head. 

You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, melting at the warmth of his skin and the ticklish feeling of his curls against your forehead. “Thanks, Ani. Y’did make it feel better. You always do,” you mumbled, half asleep.

“Gonna let me do that more often, then?” he asked, and you smiled at his hopeful tone.

“Sure.”

“Good,” you could hear his own victorious smile in his answer, the light clicking off soon after. “‘Night, baby.”