#anakin drabbles

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ANI doesn’t know who he is without you. Empty without your touch, empty without your lips on his. In your absence, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. The brave General Skywalker, only a part of person without you rightfully beside him. Even when he’s bucking his pretty cock in his hands, imaging you wrapped around him, he can’t cum without you. Without your taunting words in his ears, without your dark eyes trained on him as he fucks his hand. He’s pathetic in all the ways he can be, holding so desperately onto the memories he has of you as you’re gone. Drifting through the hours without you seamlessly with almost no thoughts in his mind. Waiting for the very moment in which you come back home to him and he’s your pretty boy again. Him leaking and needy as soon as you corner him in your shared bed as he knows where he belongs when he’s with you. So subservient, obeying the little commands you whisper to him as he lays down for you, ready for you to use him in all the ways you want…

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anakin skywalker who eats you out like a man starved, licking your clit, rubbing his nose, and thrusting his tongue up into you. he fucks his tongue into you, needing to taste every drop of you, lap up every drop of you like it’s his life essence. 

“taste so fucking fucking good, angel.”

anakin whimpers when he feels you reach down and tug at his curls with your fingers, and your thighs clench and squeeze around his head tightly. he’s so hungry for you, he barely breathes. 

you start rocking your hips back and forth into his face, and he pushes your thighs down, holding you against the bed as you moan out his name. he’s already made you cum twice, and he’s already consumed every single drop from your body. your hands grip the sheets tightly as another orgasm washes over you like a hurricane.

“ani! oh stars—” you gasp, legs trembling on either side of anakin’s head. your breaths come out in soft, small pants, and he pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. a dark wet spot between his legs catches your attention. anakin’s pants are soaked with pre-cum, his cock straining against the fabric. 

“that’s what you do to me, baby,” anakin says hoarsely, his gaze following yours, and he looks down. 

“were you humping the bed?”

“fuck yes. one more for me? please, angel,” anakin begs, settling his head in between your thighs again. you feel your core clench involuntarily and before you can answer, his mouth is back on your pussy. he starts rocking his hips against your bed, making the mattress bounce underneath you.

“anakin, your mouth, i love your mouth so much,” you mumble incoherently, feeling the pressure in your stomach appear quicker than the last orgasm, his tongue working magic on your folds. anakin groans against your skin, and he starts thrusting his hips against the bed faster, sloppier, more desperate.

“an’ i fucking love. this pussy,” anakin breathes out, his voice muffled by your cunt. he thrusts his tongue up into your needy hole, slick with your arousal and his saliva. a symphony of moans escapes your mouth, mingled with your sharp gasps for air, shivers running down your spine.

“gonna cum f’me, angel?” anakin asks between pants as he rocks harder against the bed, his cock so hard for you, it aches against his pants. you moan in response, and soon you come undone on his mouth, your cum covering anakin’s lips and tongue.

anakin whimpers as his hips thrust against the bed a few final times, cumming in his pants. “f—fuck angel,” he bites out, stifling a moan as he rides out his high, his lips still attached to you.

he cleans you up quickly, not letting a single drop get wasted, and pulls you up into his lap. your lips crash against his, tongue’s clashing as you taste yourself on him. a hand slips down to his crotch where you cup the wet patch he created, feeling his cock with your palm.

“you’re still hard?” 

anakin smirks against your lips. “always.”

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Anakin Skywalker who just loves to watch you fall apart under his touch. Knowing that only he can make you feel this way - can take you apart and put you back together like this.

It’s a rush - power he doesn’t hold all the time whenever he finds you under him like now, your eyes squeezed shut his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

His hands pressed over your abdomen eyes sharp as he watched your reactions relishing in the way your whole world came down to him in this moment.

He was your whole world.

Like you were yours…and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

“Ah-” Your back bowed, heel digging into his shoulder as his lips wrapped around your clit, pulling off with a small ‘pop’ before tracing a line down your slit.

“You gonna cum angel?” He mumbled, his tongue swirling over your clit before dipping down to prod at your entrance.

“Cum for me and I’ll give you what you need-anything…” His words only added to the haze pulling at your brain, your fingers curling into your locks as you nodded. “Need you.” Your voice sounded muffled to your own ears as if they’d been stuffed with cotton.

“Ani…please just…”

A hand reached up to pull one of yours from his hair, intertwining with yours. “You gotta cum from just this first if you want more.” He urged his tongue prodding at your weeping entrance again, pushing in ever so slightly.

“C’mon. Be a good girl for me hm?” He cooed before his lips sealed over your clit and your body tensed, cumming with a sharp cry of his name.

He grinned, his chin shining with your arousal as he pulled back, a single digit running through your slit, a small whimper leaving you when he knocked it against your swollen bud.

“My angel.” He mumbled it his lips kissing up your body like a man starved. “So good.” He whispered his lips pressing to yours.

“I’ll give you what you need.”

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girl idk about you but personally i need needy anakin who’s rough af but whining the whole time he fucks you cause he feels so good

whiny ani is everything 🙏🏼 | A. SKYWALKER MLIST

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ─ After being away from a mission, Anakin makes up the time you lost together in bed.

���𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ um smut obviously, cum (a lot of it), piv, unprotected sex, aggressive/rough sex, needy/whiny ani, and a whole lot of dirty talk.

── .✦ "Fuck!" He grunts, thrusting in and out of you without a care in the world. "You've been waiting for this, huh? God, you and this neglected pussy." His voice was deep beside your ear, mixed with a subtle rasp.

"Anakin," You moan his name like a dirty secret, fingers gripping onto his damp, golden brown lochs.

He groans against your ear, nipping at your earlobe. "Say my name again." He murmurs, lifting your legs and propping them onto his shoulders to hit a deeper angle.

Your back arches at the newfound angle, letting your hand slide to rest at the nape of his neck. "A─Ani," You whisper, unable to let his full name out due to the intensity.

"God, I love it when you say my name like that." His hips roll against yours with an insane amount of speed, the headboard banging loudly against the wall.

Soon enough, he had you coming undone─coating his large, veiny dick with your white, sticky residue. As you rode out your orgasm, Anakin continues to plow into you before reaching his own climax.

Shooting his hot, salty seed inside of you, he eventually pulls out his slick cock from your stretched hole.

His eyes drift to your trembling, fragile body, realizing just how much he destroyed you. It wasn't his fault, he just missed you deeply.

He let his half-lidded eyes roam over your sweaty, spread legs, both of your mixed juices dripping from your cunt.

"Jesus," He huffs, seeing how much he filled you.

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nsfw content | anakin x female bsf!reader | moodboard

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「 ✦ after just another bad date you seek comfort from your best friend and roommate Anakin which turns into a steamy session ✦ 」

warnings: smut, modern!anakin, best friends to lovers, reader describing her worst date ever to Anakin, making out, hand job, blowjob, teasing, just the tip first, unprotected p in v, pxrn link inserted into the story so don't open in public, fucking the whole night, begging, breeding kink I think

note: the p!link is from twitter, you have to be logged in to twitter to watch it/ be able to see it. English is not my first language.

"Movie night?"

When Anakin read my message, he instantly knew my date didn't went well. It was something like a tradition between us whenever someone seeks comfort.

He replied with a "Of course, when will you be here? Have you already eaten?" He always asked me that. If I have eaten and drunken enough, every day.

"I'll be there in 30 and no not really." I replied before putting my phone away to drive back home.

After college Anakin and me moved in together after being roommates in school, that's how we met each other in first place. It was just always so easy between us. No drama, no arguing, no cleaning after each other. Most of the times.

When I pulled up at our apartment I kind of knew what awaited me already. With a sigh I entered the apartment, smelling food which put a smile on my face. I heard Anakin walking towards me.

"Woah." he says, eyeing me up and down in my new dress. "Thank's.. that's even more than he said." I chuckled and pulled off my heels. "That bad huh?" he asks me, crossing his arms in front of his broad chest.

"Yeah, that bad. I'll just change and come back down yeah?" I say, already up the stairs to change out of my tight dress. When I looked at myself in the mirror I just didn't get it. I looked bomb, why he hell were all these guys I date so.. trashy? It's not like my character didn‘t matched my looks.

With a groan I changed into grey loose sweatpants and a sports bra. Walking back down into the living room I just couldn't hide my smile when I saw the dimmed lights, Harry Potter on our TV and snacks on the little coffee table. The couch was covered with blankets and pillows. I walked further into the kitchen where Anakin stood, putting Pasta on two plates.

I walked up behind him and hugged him from behind so my cheek was pressed against his back. "Thank you Ani." I muttered. "No problem. Come on take your plate and lets watch Harry Potter so you can tell me what it was this time." he had to hide a chuckle, not wanting to make me mad.

I did like he told me and sat down on our couch with my plate in hand, starting to eat as he starts the movie. "Soo..?" he begins, digging into his food now too.

"Ugh it was.. hideous! It started really good you know. He was dressed well, we met in front of this really nice restaurant and talking to him was so easy. Until, we looked for what to order. I told him to just order the lasagna for me because I had to go to the bathroom."

"Oh I have a feeling where this is leading to.." Anakin joked with a smirk on his lips.

"So when I came back everything was fine, he tells me he ordered food so we continue talking until the food comes and that motherfucker just ordered a fucking salad for me. And you know what? That's not even the worst! Without fucking dressing because apparently 'that's what makes you gain weight'."

"What?" Now he was full on laughing and almost chocking on his food. "Oh that has to be the best story of 'em all by now."

"Oh no I'm not finished, the story goes further. So I'm sitting there, the waitress looking at me apologetic, I didn't even knew what to say so I just ate that excuse of a salad and when I asked him why he ordered it, he tells me 'I like em skinny' , like, what the fuck?"

Anakin puts his food away now because he had to laugh so hard he fell on his back. "Ani!" I whined but also laughing a litte. " I-I'm sorry that happened to you but- but It's so funny to me imagining you sitting there like 'What the fuck bro' "

"After that I thought it couldn't get more worse so why not go home with him and at least get a good fuck out of it, right? So we drive home to him, talking, blabla. Then it get's heated and shit and Ani, I swear to god I had to hold back on laughing when he pulled down his pants! I never felt so bad for someone in my life! "

At this point Anakin forgot how to breath properly. Laughing so loud the whole neighborhood had to hear.

"And when he wanted to go down on me and I let him, it was so bad I just had to stop him and tell him I have to go and oh boy he didn't took that well. He got so mad to a point where he told me girls would fight me to be at my place right now.When I opened the door to leave and he asked me what my problem was I just told him 'I like em big' like he told me he likes the skinny in the restaurant."

All you could hear through the apartment was Anakin's laugh. "Stooop it's so bad I'm just thinking about dating girls!" I joke and smile at him as he slowly calms down with tears in his eyes.

"You probably broke him at this point." he laughs, teasing me a litte. " Yeah I hope so to be honest. Maybe he will let women order what they like now."

He giggles and starts eating again.

"I just think I‘ll go for older guys at this point." I huff rolling my eyes and really considering it while digging into my food too.

"Older guys?" Anakin repeats with a full mouth and looks at me with knitted eyebrows. "Yeah, maybe it's the age. Like, all these so called men, just act like little boys."

"Hey! I'm not a boy!" Anakin looks at me with an opened mouth, acting as If he was shocked. I roll my eyes at him playfully before putting my empty plate away. "Oh yeah? What makes you different from all these boys I go out with huh?" I ask him with a teasing smirk on my face.

"Uh - did you ever see one running out that door before ?" He was right, they never run away from him. It's the opposite to be exact. They always try to stay, most of the times giving me dirty looks which I find funny every time.

"No, but thanks for reminding me how I always have to wear headphones." "Not my fault I'm that good." he says with an arrogant smile. I only scoff to this and turn back to the Tv. If I'm being honest, I would give a lot to be with someone like Anakin. They always sound like they are having the time of their lives. Lord help me.

After a while of watching the movie in front of us together I got kind of.. impatient? No that's the wrong word. I just couldn't stay still, always shifting somehow every few minutes.

"Whats wrong?" he whispers with a soft voice, my head on his shoulder. "Uhm, I don't know I feel uneasy." "Uneasy?" "Yeah." I simply reply. I shift again, pressing my thighs together this time.

"You sure you mean uneasy and not horny?" he grins now, licking his lips. "Fuck off." I answer him, rolling my eyes. " No, I'm serious, maybe that's why you're so pent up. When was the last time you actually had an orgasm while having sex?" My eyes go wide and I turn my head back to him, shock on my face. " Anakin! I'm not telling you that!"

"Why not? We always tell each other everything. I'm sure this wouldn't hurt to answer right?" I sigh and look away again. "I don't know." I answer him quietly.

"Come on, tell me. I bet - " "Anakin that was my answer to your question. I don't know. I don't know when the last time was." I repeat.

"What? What do you mean you don't know? You were in a relationship half a year ago with -" I interrupted him again. "He never made me come." I sigh again as this just reminded me at how desperate I was at this point.

"Wow.. " he just breathed out with his eyebrows knitted and a little smug grin on his face.

An idea popped into my head, but I tried to shake it away as fast as I could. "What? What is it?" he asked, seeing my expression. "I - never mind, Anakin. Just – let's watch the movie again, okay?"

But he shook his head and turned my head towards his with his fingers on my chin. "No, tell me what you were thinking. I can see it in your face."

Suddenly my face got all red and I felt the heat rising up my neck. I never felt that way around Anakin, I was always comfortable and easy, calming down my nerves instead of getting them wrecked.

"I uh - I really can‘t tell you Ani." He tilted his head down a little and looked at me with piercing eyes. "Tell me." he commanded and repeated himself.

I swallowed down the clump that had formed in my throat. I knew that look, it was the same one he used on all these girls in clubs and bars before taking them home.

"Please don‘t look at me like that." "Why not?" yes that scene aaahh

"It‘s making me uncomfortable..“ i lied, looking away with my eyes even tho he still holds my chin. "Come on, tell me.."

Here goes nothing huh? "Would you.. I mean.. help me?" "Help you with what?" Oh now he was just teasing me. "Ani.. you know what.." I whined and glared at him, my eyes on his again. He just shook his head and and a deep chuckle rumbled through his throat.

"Maybe.. but I still want you to say it." "I want you to fuck me." I blurted out bluntly. There it is. No way back now.

"You sure you want me to do that? Because there‘s no backing down from it.“ I nod my head as a sign of 'yes' before he crashed his lips into mine.

Both his hands found the sides of my face and placed themselves there, stroking the skin with his thumbs almost in a loving kind of way. When I finally realized what was happening, I pushed him back onto his back and sat down on his lap.

One of his hands ghosted over my bare back since I only wore my sportsbra, down to my ass, grabbing it and pushing me more against his hips.

"Fuck you have no idea how long I‘ve wanted this y/n.." he groaned against my lips, kissing me with passion. "Really?"

He pulled away for a moment and stared at me as If I had three heads. "Are you kidding me? You know how many boners I‘ve had in my life when you walked around in the morning with nothing but my shirt on? Or when you came back from the gym all sweaty and panting in your little shorts?"

I had to chuckle lightly and shook my head. "Well sorry 'bout that then.." " Don‘t worry baby, now‘s your chance to make up for it." he smirked before he started kissing my neck and placing his hand on my thigh, squeezing it through my sweatpants. His soft lips left a wet trail down my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His scent filled my nose and made my head dizzy.

I started grinding against him, already feeling his boner through his pants. My fingers pulled his zipper down eagerly and pushed his pants down. "Shit.." i mumble to myself when I saw the big tent in his boxers. He glared up at me with a proud smirk on his lips. "What?Surprised?" he smirked and put his hands on my hip, grinding me against it again.

"You will be my last try with guys my age. If this ends just like all my other dates then I’m gonna go for older guys." I huff, supporting myself with my hands on his shoulders. I gazed down at him, taking in his angelic face. He always looked so beautiful to me, even more now when he bit his lip and his eyelids were heavy and hooded like he enjoyed this just as much as I did.

"You'll never think about someone else when I'm ready with you, promised." he groans, lifting his hips up against my core. Both his hands found my ass again before he suddenly got up from the couch, carrying me up the stairs. "I'm gonna fuck you into your mattress so every time you sleep in your bed, you smell us."

He kicked my door open and walked towards my bed where he let me down at the edge. My hands immediately found his boxers which I pulled down, met by his hard cock slapping against his stomach. I swallowed the clump in my throat down before looking back up at him. "What? Surprised?" he asked with an arrogant smirk.

I bit my lip and looked back down, slowly taking him into my hand. The tip was already leaking pre-cum over it's red skin. He was thick and a lot bigger than the guys I've had before him. I let a finger slide down a prominent vein that started at the base and ended right before the tip.

With my hand around him, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the tip, teasingly sucking on it while my hand slowly moved up and down his shaft.

"Mmhh fuck, I'm gonna go insane If this is just another dream." Dream? He was dreaming about me? Doing stuff like that with him? My ego boosted, so I sunk down a bit further with my mouth before I felt Anakin's hands in my hair, tugging at my scalp.

My second hand steadied against his thigh and pushing him back every time he wants to go deeper. I let go of him and started to just kiss the head, letting my tongue glide over it. "Stop teasing me.." I heard him mumble, his eyes closed and his lips parted slightly.

I let my tongue glide over his cock from the bottom to the top which seemed to be the final straw for his not existing patience. He pushed my back onto the bed so my head met one of my pillows. He tugged my pants and top of, leaving me in just my slip. His eyes slowly wandered over my body with a soft smile on his lips.

"You're beautiful y/n." I don't know what it was but something inside my stomach moved when he said my name like that. He leaned between my legs, one hand stroking the inside of my thigh. "Your skin is so soft.." he started kissing the same spots where his hand just rested a few seconds ago. ".. and you smell even better."

He pushed his thumb right against my clit through my soaked underwear. "Ani.." I moaned, pushing my head back into the pillow.

"What do you want, hm?" he tauntingly asked as If he didn't knew the answer. "Fuck me, please." I saw the surprise in his face when I answered him so bluntly without batting even one lash.

"Oh where's the fun in giving you what you want so soon, huh?" He pushed my underwear to the side, his grip hard around the cotton. "Shit.." he groaned when he saw me exposed, licking his lips hungrily. "I'm gonna wreck your world baby." he more laughed to himself than with me. He pushed his fat tip against my pussy, running it through my soaked folds, over my clit over and over again in a tormenting way.

"Ani.. please. I need you." I started begging at some point, not being able to take his teasing anymore. "Want me to push it in?" he smirked devilish before he only pushed the head inside, already making my eyes roll. God how am I supposed to take all of him? But as soon as he pushed in, he pulled back again. He did the same procedure again and again.

"I can't believe these idiots didn't treat or fuck you right with such a tight little cunt." he breathed out, his chest moving up and down, trying to control himself. "Need you.." I mumbled, my hips shaking slightly.

Then, without a single warning, he pushed in again but this time more than the tip, but all the way to the half of his cock. A loud gasp and moan left my lips, my jaw hanging loose and wide open. "Oh fuck–" "What was that huh? Still need someone older princess?"

His hips moved forward again until his whole length was inside my greedy cunt, my walls pulling him inside. "Fucking hell, you're so damn tight. Already squeezing me empty.." he groaned and started to move his hips back and forth against mine.

I grabbed his back, digging my nails into his skin. "Hold on tight baby." he chuckled before he started to fuck me into the mattress like there was no tomorrow. My eyes widened and my nails dug deeper into his skin, leaving marks all over it and my legs wrapping around his hips to feel him even deeper.

He leaned down and breathed against my lips and touching my forehead with his. "You feel so good.." a moan left his mouth. "Oh fuck Anakin, you're so – fuck yes." I arched my back and pulled on the hair of his neck with one of my hands.

"You keep your hands where they are or I'll tie you up." he taunts right into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

The night was long, it felt like hours and I heard early birds chirping at some point. I laid on my stomach, pillow under my tummy and ass up in the air while he pounded me from behind. His hands were on my throat and on my nipples, playing with them, making me even wetter than before.

"God Ani.. need to cum.." I mumbled tired into the pillow under my face, a whiney tone to it. my eyes rolling back and my bottom lip tugged between my teeth, probably looking like straight from porn. "Aw what, did I fuck you stupid?" he mocked me with a following grunt, the sound of skin slapping filling the air around us.

A whimper left my mouth as an answer and I moved one of my hands down to my clit, rubbing it in circles, desperate to cum. "Want help with that?" he murmured into my ear from behind, his sweaty chest against my sore back. I nodded helpless and let him push my hand away to replace it with his own.

"Please let me come, please." I cried, pushing my ass with the same rhythm against his hips. he squeezed my throat tighter, letting my mind go fuzzy. "Nhhg fuck yes - come around my cock baby, fucking drip down on me like the little slut you are." he groaned into my ear.

I squeezed my eyes shut when the heat inside my tummy became too much and finally exploded. My mouth hung open and a broken cry erupted from my throat. My legs were shaking like crazy, my walls clenching around his throbbing cock.

"Hm fuck yeah, milk me baby.. want me to come inside that pretty pussy? Wanna feel my cum?" I heard it in his voice how close he was and that he was probably holding back right now. "Yes.." I sighed tired but happy which was enough for him to slap my ass hard and let out a quiet whimper, creating goosebumps on my skin from that needy sound.

"God I'm gonna come, I'm - ohh.." he gasped in a deep breath and held still, shooting his load right inside of me, painting my pulsing walls. A sensitive whimper came out of me and I looked back behind me. Anakin's head hung low and his upper body was shaking slightly from his orgasm.

He slowly and carefully pulled out of me, collapsing next to me. His arms wrapped themselves around me and pulled me closer against his chest. "That was wonderful.. such a high." he sighed against my hair. I nuzzled my head against his chest and took a deep breath, smelling his scent. "I should have asked you way sooner.." I giggled quietly, my eyes still closed since they were heavy and burning, seeking for some sleep.

"Hmm.. don't worry. You'll never have to worry about that ever again." he whispered back, pulling my even closer than before.

thank u for reading, it‘s the first time i wrote something for anakin 💓

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Closer

Pairing : Anakin Skywalker x f!Reader

CW: 18+, smut! minors DNI. p in v, unprotected sex

an: that’s so short IM SORRY.

You’re trembling against him, hips unsure, muscles tight — but ANAKIN SKYWALKER never rushes you. His big hands stay on your waist, warm and firm, like an anchor. You’re halfway seated on him now, and the pressure’s so intense it’s hard to think.

But he’s watching you like you’re the only thing in the galaxy. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted, completely gone for you.

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, breath catching as you shift again. “You’re doin’ so good.”

Your hands are fisted in the front of his tunic, nails digging in like it’s the only way to stay upright. You can’t even look at him — too overwhelmed, too full — and he knows. He can feel it.

“Shh, I got you,” he murmurs, pressing slow kisses into your hairline. “Just keep breathin’ through it, alright?”

You nod, barely. It’s all you can manage.

But that’s not enough for him. He cups your cheek, turns your face to his.

“Can you speak for me?” he asks, voice all soft heat and velvet control. “C’mon, baby. Give me some words.”

“I— I’m okay,” you breathe, lips brushing his. “Just… just need a second.”

“There she is,” he whispers, proud and breathless, brushing his thumb over your lower lip. “That’s my girl.”

You finally ease down the rest of the way, slowly, carefully, until he’s fully inside you. His jaw clenches hard, and his head tips back with a low, wrecked groan.

“Fuck— you feel like a dream,” he mutters. “So warm, so tight… baby, I could stay right here forever.”

You’re clinging to him now, arms around his neck, body still adjusting. And he doesn’t move — not until you do.

When you lift your hips the tiniest bit, he shudders beneath you. His hands grip tighter at your waist, like he’s barely holding back.

“You’re doin’ perfect,” he says, voice a little rougher now, but still sweet. “Take it slow. You don’t have to rush, angel.”

You start to build a rhythm — slow, shaky, but desperate. And every time you move, every tiny thrust, he meets it with soft, filthy praises :

“Just like that.”

“You’re makin’ me lose my mind.”

“Can’t believe how good you feel.”

His hands slide down, thumbs brushing over the soft curve of your ass, helping you move without forcing it — like he’s working with you, guiding you through the burn until it melts into something hotter.

“You still with me?” he asks, breathing heavy. “Need to hear you again.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, voice wrecked. “Feels so good, Ani.”

That look he gives you in return — ruined and full of love — could break you.

“That’s all I need,” he murmurs. “Just your voice. Just you.”

And when he kisses you again, deep and slow, it’s not rushed. It’s not greedy. It’s the kind of kiss that says stay with me.

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PAIRING: f1 driver!anakin skywalker x journalist!reader

SMUT ❦

The garage was nearly empty, just humming with the distant whir of machinery cooling down. Not so far away, a loud mix of voices talking and laughing followed the building. He’s just won; not for the first time in the season, but surely for the first time on this forsaken road someone decided it'd be great in a rainy weather. ANAKIN SKYWALKER was flushed, disheveled, dangerous—and you barely get a word out before he had gotten you backed against the wall of his trailer. The suit’s was half-peeled off (the desire to have you was too strong to undress fully), revealing toned skin and a cocky grin you wanted to slap off his face—right up until he was kissing you, all teeth, all heat, hands already under your skirt, playing with the plump twins on your chest. His fingers squeezed around them, dragging out a moan out of your throat.

“Still think I’m reckless?” he murmured lowly, hot breath hitting against your ear.

You gasped, hips arching up as he pushed in slow: definitelly too slow, every inch of him dragging through you like he wanted to savor it. Like he wanted you to remember it every time you will try to walk.

Your hands moved over his arms, letting your nails dig into his toned shoulders. His hips moved so deliciously your eyes squeezed shut, lips parting with a moan you couldn’t bite back.

“You gonna write about this, sweetheart?”

“Tell the world how their champion fucked the words right outta your pretty mouth?” His thrusts get deeper, unhurried, precise; like he was meant to prove something. Letting his cock stuff you full, the wet sound of you milking him filled the room. You whimpered at how obscene it was, back arching, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer and a curse all at once. “Gonna give you a quote for your little article, baby—‘Anakin Skywalker: fastest on the track, slowest in your cunt.’”

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[ddejavvu]

Mei! You know how sometimes when you put a bra on that has padding you sometimes have to adjust it a little? I feel like Anakin would see reader do that one time and offer to “help” from then on “to make sure it’s in the proper spot” but really it’s just to touch your boobs.

You're not surprised to feel a large palm pressing against the heft of your breast, and you wish you could say you're disappointed, but you're not. That doesn't mean that you can't act like you are, though.

"Anakin."

"I'm helping!" He insists, his voice thick with sleep but fiery with intensity, "I'm rearranging the foam thing in there."

"The pad?"

"Yeah, the pad. I'm rearranging the pad."

"The pad is in perfect position," You swat his hand away, "Thank you very much."

"Gimme the other one," He demands, palm flat and fingers curling and uncurling, "I'm the bra inspector."

"You're a perv," You accuse, taking advantage of his still-closed eyes to reach over and press his face into the pillow. Perhaps you shouldn't be smothering him so early in the morning, but you're admittedly a little jealous that he gets to sleep in and you have to work.

His reflexes may be slowed by his grogginess but his muscles aren't, and he wrestles your hand away from his face and uses it to yank you back down onto the bed. You go from towering over his sprawled out form to being pinned beneath it, and his victory spoils come in the form of a prompt squeeze to your previously untouched breast.

"Mm-mm. Pad's all wrong." He laments, clicking his tongue sympathetically as he settles his hand over your chest, "It's so bad I think we just need to scrap the whole thing. Take it off?"

"The pad is fine!" You laugh, but Anakin's lithe fingers have already slipped into the gap between layers of fabric to yank the foam pad out of your bra. He's quick to slip it down the front of his pajama pants, grinning smugly at you as he leans back with tousled hair against the headboard of your bed.

"Hey!"

"Take it."

"I have more bras," You huff, stripping off the lopsided bra and digging in your drawers for the others, "I'm gonna be late for work, Anakin!"

You expect a groan of defeat from Anakin but it's cheekiness you hear instead, "They're empty."

"What?"

He's right. There's a distinct lack of form in each piece of fabric laying limp in your drawers.

"Anakin!"

"I'll give them back! Just let me put them in," He grins doggedly, "Deal?"

"Only because I'm late for work," You gripe, glaring at him with all the force you can muster even though you're beginning to flush.

"Liar," His eyes gleam with excitement as he lunges for the drawer beside his bed, withdrawing two foam bra pads from within, "Once I get my hands on you you'll be begging me not to stop."

[citysuk]

a sunday kind of love | anakin skywalker

paring: modern!anakin skywalker x fem!reader

summary: after a long saturday working, you go back to your home directly to bed. anakin makes sure that when you wake up on sunday, you're being taken care of.

words: 1.5k

warnings: ‼️INTIMACY‼️ like the fluffiest, purest, most beautiful relationship EVER. emm mentions of food, and i think that's all? if i forgot something Imk. no use of y/n but no oc neither. no proofread.

notes: *taps mic* hello... 👉🏻👈🏻I'm back from the grave, life it's been a roller coaster lately, too much on my plate bla bla bla. anyways, enjoy this one, it's short but made with love. i fully recommend to read this listening to 'a sunday kind of love' and 'at last' by the one and only etta james 🙂‍↕🙂‍↕ if you enjoy it please don't forget to like and reblog to show some appreciation, thank uuu 🫶🏻

Anakin padded quietly back into the bedroom, his hair still tousled from sleep, pajama shirt riding up just enough to reveal the sharp curve of his hip bone and the waistband of his boxers. He moved carefully, not wanting to wake you too abruptly—not after how exhausted you were the night before. But worry still gnawed at him.

"Babe, you awake?" His voice was low, husky from the remnants of sleep.

A muffled groan stirred from beneath the sheets, followed by a lazy stretch. The covers shifted, and then your face peeked out, eyes squinting against the golden morning light spilling into the room.

"Yeah," you murmured, voice thick with sleep. "I'm awake."

Anakin’s lips curled into a slow, lopsided smile as he made his way to the bed. He sank down beside you, his fingers reaching out almost instinctively, brushing against your arm. His gaze wandered over you—the messy hair, the way the sheets pooled around your waist, the sleepy daze still softening your features.

"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, voice like a promise.

A warmth bloomed in your chest at his words, and despite your lingering drowsiness, you couldn't help but return his smile.

"Good morning," you whispered, stretching your arms above your head before running a hand through your tangled hair.

Anakin reached for your fingers, threading his own through them like it was second nature. He tugged gently, coaxing you closer until your legs brushed against his.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, thumb ghosting over the back of your hand.

You nodded, shifting toward him. "Yeah," you said, voice still carrying the soft rasp of sleep.

His grip tightened just a fraction, bringing your knuckles to his lips for a lingering kiss. His gaze never wavered from yours. "I missed you last night."

Guilt prickled at you. You knew he wasn’t upset, but the thought of leaving him waiting while you dozed off weighed on you. You looked down at your intertwined hands. "I'm sorry," you murmured. "I was just so tired from work—I didn’t mean to fall asleep so early."

Anakin exhaled softly, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his. "You don’t have to apologize, babe," he reassured. "I just wish you’d told me how exhausted you were. We could’ve just cuddled instead of pretending to watch that movie."

A small, guilty smile played at your lips. "I didn’t want to disappoint you," you admitted, biting your lip. "I know how much you were looking forward to it."

His chuckle was warm, rumbling deep in his chest as he pulled you into his lap with ease. His arms looped around your waist, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

"Babe, I’d rather have you in my arms than any movie," he murmured, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine at the heat of his breath on your skin.

"Don't say it like that," you whispered, melting into his embrace.

"Like what?" he teased, lips ghosting along your collarbone.

"Like you mean it," you admitted, voice barely above a breath. "Because it makes me all warm in my tummy."

Anakin smirked, his lips pressing a lingering kiss against your skin. "That’s the point, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a slow drawl. "I want to make you feel all warm and gooey inside."

A quiet gasp escaped you as he found a sensitive spot near your jaw, the warmth of his mouth sending a pleasant shudder through you.

"You're insufferable," you muttered, feigning exasperation.

"But you love me," he countered, his voice a murmur against your skin, his fingers tracing slow, absent-minded circles along your back.

You sighed, resting your forehead against his. "I do," you admitted softly. "I love you more than words can say."

His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer. "Good," he murmured. "Because I love you too. More than anything."

You buried your face in his shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent, the warmth of him grounding you in a way nothing else could. For a long moment, you simply stayed like that—wrapped up in him, safe in the slow rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek.

Then, barely above a whisper, you asked, "Will you love me tomorrow?"

Anakin pulled back just enough to catch your gaze, his expression soft but certain.

"Tomorrow," he promised, pressing a kiss to your temple. "And Tuesday. And Wednesday. And every day after that." His fingers tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. "For as long as I live, I'll love you."

Your heart squeezed, a quiet kind of joy unfurling inside you.

"Even if I get old and wrinkly?" you teased, your lips quirking.

Anakin huffed out a laugh. "Especially if you get old and wrinkly," he declared. "I'll still be falling all over myself for you, no matter how many wrinkles you have."

You laughed, swatting at his chest. "You're ridiculous."

He caught your hand before it could retreat, bringing it to his lips. "Let's stay in bed all day," he murmured, pressing a kiss to each fingertip. "Forget everything else."

You felt the steady thump of his heart under your palm as he placed your hand over his chest.

"Is that a command?" you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice.

Anakin hummed, tilting his head. "A command and a request," he mused, lips twitching. "If you’ll let me."

Feigning deep consideration, you sighed dramatically. "Fine," you relented, your smile betraying you. "I suppose I’ll just have to suffer through a whole day in bed with you."

His grin was smug. "Oh, what a hardship."

"But," you added, lifting a finger, "I have one condition."

Anakin raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?"

You tapped your chin in mock contemplation. "Breakfast in bed. Pancakes. And an espresso."

He smirked. "Is that all? I was expecting something more outrageous."

You shrugged. "I suppose I could add a massage to that list."

His smirk deepened. "Well, aren’t you demanding?" He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "I can make your breakfast. But the massage is going to cost you."

You arched an eyebrow. "Oh? And what’s the price?"

He grinned, a devilish glint in his eyes. "You’ll find out after breakfast."

You shivered at his touch, your breath catching in your throat. "You're such a tease," you murmured, voice laced with amusement and something softer, something warmer. "Fine. But those pancakes better be extra fluffy."

Anakin let out a low chuckle, his lips barely brushing against your skin as he spoke. "Babe, you know I'll make them the fluffiest pancakes you've ever had," he promised, his hands roaming lazily over your back. "And I'll even throw in some whipped cream and strawberries on top."

Your stomach growled at the thought, and you couldn’t help but laugh. "You really know the way to my heart," you mused, tilting your head back to look at him. "Breakfast in bed and pancakes with strawberries? You're spoiling me."

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "And a foot rub," he added, hands drifting down to your thighs, fingers tracing idle patterns over your skin. "Just for good measure."

A pleased hum left your lips as you melted further into his touch. "Mmm, you drive a hard bargain," you teased, your voice turning into a low purr. "But I think I can agree to those terms."

His smirk deepened, hands sliding up your thighs, teasing at the hem of your shorts. "You won’t regret it," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, thick with promise. "I guarantee it."

A shiver ran down your spine, heat blooming beneath your skin at the way he was looking at you. "I never do," you whispered, eyes half-lidded.

Then, with a smirk, you added, "But I'm warning you, those pancakes better be ready soon or I'll be on a bad mood." His hands now staying still.

"Oh, then I'll get started on them right away," he said, his eyes glued to yours with a large grin on his face. "Can't have you being grumpy in bed all day. It wouldn't be a pleasant experience for either of us."

You nodded, a smirk playing at your lips. "Good," you said, a hint of satisfaction in your voice. "And don't forget the whipped cream.” You say pushing him up teasingly.

He laughed and got out of bed, heading towards the kitchen. "I won't," he called out over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen. "I'll even sprinkle some chocolate chips on top, just for you."

You let out a sigh of contentment, stretching out on the bed and enjoying the morning light that streamed through the window. You lay there, hearing the clang of pans and the rumble of the coffee maker in the kitchen, and you felt a sense of warmth and contentment spread through your body, thinking about how lucky you are to have him in your life. He was stubborn, grumpy and over-protective, but he was also loving, caring and patient. He was the love of your life and he was making you pancakes for breakfast. Life isn't much better than that.

[faexfilms]

Just imagining Ani coming home later into the night. Him walking and standing at the doorway to your shared apartment as he watches you sit before your mirror not that long after a shower. All still dressed up in his Jedi robes, watching as you rub scented lotion and oils into your skin. Your hair only half way tucked back so it doesn’t get too much in your face. The strap of your sleeping gown moved down your arm as you watch your hand rub the lotion into your bare shoulder, almost not even realizing that he’s there watching you. Smiling as you finally feel him behind you. Meeting his eyes in the mirror as he finally walks up to you, placing a gentle kiss on the side of your cheek. Feeling his soft curls touch your skin as he leans into you. You thinking it was innocent at first… But then he trails the point of his nose down your neck, burying his face into the divot of your shoulder, smelling the sweet scent of the lotion. His soft lips caressing your bare skin as his hands tighten gently around your body.

“Smell so good for me, baby…”

And before you even knew it, he was kissing hungrily up your neck. Nibbling at the sensitive skin of your throat as you’re like putty in his hands. His fingertips brushing through and grasping your still damp hair as you let out a soft moan through your parted lips. Your eyebrows furrowing as he bites you a little bit harder.

Trying to fight the instinct to give into him, trying to usher his pink lips away from your skin so you can attempt to think straight. Mumbling out how you just had a shower and he’s going to make you dirty again, knowing just what he was intent on doing to you all night, even though he should’ve gotten his fill of you that very morning before he left. Been satiated as he pounded into you the night before that even. But it’s never enough with him, always hungry for more.

But he doesn’t pay any mind to your words, dragging his teeth across your throat before he pulls your lips and body into his. Kissing you like a man starved, taking all your breath away. All your restraint fading away as he lifted you up onto your vanity, settling himself in between your legs as his hands tightened around your hips. Pushing his into yours so you can feel just how much he needs your pretty pussy wrapped around him again…

[hearts4sammonroe]

pairing: aotc!anakin x f!reader

contains: fluff, R2-D2 cameo and C-3PO mention.

a/n: this was a request, hope you like it :)

divider credit: @strangergraphics

Anakin Skywalker has been waiting all day to get to his room and talk to you. R2-D2 waddled into the room with him.

“R2, stay in the other room.” Anakin orders softly.

“Beep beep boop.”

“Yes, I am talking to her again. Better keep it our secret, too.”

“Beep boop.”

That droid was a diva but he listened and waddled out of the room. Anakin set up his hologram-projector, waiting for you to pop up.

“Hi, Anakin.”

A big grin crept on Anakin’s face. “Hello. I’ve wanted to talk to you all day. What have you been up to?”

“Well, C-3PO has been following me around while I run my errands, but nothing too interesting.” You answer with a smile.

Anakin smiles, so relieved that he could hear your voice.

The next night it was the same thing.

“I’m so happy to hear you voice.” Anakin says.

He puts his hand up towards the projection, and you do the same. He couldn’t hold your hand but he likes to think he can through the screen.

“Just talk to me, beautiful. Tell me anything as long as I can hear your precious voice.”

Next night, still the same.

You had been talking for what felt like forever. Talking about your job, reminiscing memories with Ani, telling him stories from your childhood.

You looked at the projection to find him sleeping. He had set his holo-projector by his bed so he could lie down and talk to you.

Anakin didn’t fall asleep because he was bored. He could just fall asleep to your voice. It soothes him. It comforts him enough so that he can fall asleep. He feels safe hearing you, seeing you, feeling your presence through the screen.

“Goodnight, Ani.” You chuckle softly, lying back onto your own bed but not hanging up. You admired his soft features as he slept, his parted lips, his eyelashes fluttering in his sleep.

So beautiful.

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[st4rfckerz]

Hitchhiker | Modern!Anakin Skywalker x Reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: fingering, very brief titty sucking, fingering, unprotected sex, cum eating, slow build up (SORRY)

summary: After your friends ditch you at a festival, you find yourself stranded on the highway and a kind stranger picks you up.

Fresh from the festival, the sun beats down on your skin as you squint against the glare. You're a bit disheveled from the wild concert, but you've still got a smile on your face. The highway offered a lonely walk, but the memories of the music still ringing in your ears. Staggering on, the lonesome highway seems to stretch on endlessly, with no escape from the scorching sun. As you continue, you decide it might be wiser to hitch a ride. You stick your thumb out, hoping to catch the attention of any passing cars, although glare from the sun probably isn't helping. After a few cars speed past you, ignoring your plea for a ride, a sleek, red mustang pulls up to the side of the road. It reverses slowly, coming to a stop next to you.

“You need a lift?” The man grins, the words rumble along with the car engine.

“You offering?” you say with a laugh. He's handsome, with a scruffy jaw and light blue eyes that hold an amused glint.

“Maybe.” He speaks again, his eyes searching your face. You approach the car, the gravel crunching under your feet. As you open the door, the scent of leather and clean air wafts over you. You slide into the seat, feeling a bit relieved that someone finally stopped for you. You shift in your seat, feeling the warmth of the day slowly dissipating. The car interior is cool and comfortable, the wind from the air conditioning brushing against your skin. Anakin starts the engine, the car rumbling beneath you.

There's a small awkward silence as the car begins to move, the sound of the tires against the pavement filling the space.

The man breaks the silence, his voice smooth and deep, “You didn't tell me your name.” The question is casual, friendly, and shot through with a sly charm. He steals a glimpse at you, a wry smile playing at the corner of his lips. You tell him your name with a friendly smile, glad that the awkwardness has been lifted.

“And you are…” You let your sentence trail off, gesturing towards him with a tilt of your head.

“Anakin.” he replies, his eyes never leaving the road. As you look at Anakin, the sun casting a warm glow on his fair skin, you can't help but admire his features. His light blue eyes seem to glisten in the fading light, his dark, honey-colored hair tousled softly on his forehead. His strong hands grip the steering wheel with a sense of confidence, his broad yet lean physique and stubble making him all the more ruggedly attractive. As the car smoothly moves along the highway, you can't help but feel a little thrill at being in his company.

You lean back into the seat, feeling the leather comfortably hug your body. “So, Anakin,” you ask with a playful note in your voice. “Where are you heading?” Anakin shoots you a sly grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Just a little town off the highway. Nothing too fancy, but it's home.” He asks, glancing at you again. “What about yourself, where are you off to?”

“I was supposed to go back into town with some friends but they all decided to leave me the show early, so I just left.” you explain in a dull tone. Anakin's brows furrow slightly, a hint of concern etched onto his face.

“Well, that's not very nice of them, is it?” He says disapprovingly. You can see that he was a bit bothered by your situation. “But at least you got a better ride than you bargained for.” He adds with a chuckle.

“You know I really do appreciate the ride.” you say sincerely. Anakin smirks, his eyes still on the road.

“Well it’d be a shame to leave a pretty little thing like yourself out in this heat, wouldn’t it?” He says as he steals another quick glance at you, giving you a short look over before returning his gaze to the road.

You look at Anakin, your eyes lingering on his features for a moment before you look back out of the window, your cheeks flushed. “You can drop me off at the gas station coming up.” You say, trying to change the subject and regain your composure. As much as you’d love to stay in the vintage vehicle and chat with the man you met just a short while ago, you had to get your hands on some food.

“Are you sure?” He asks, a hint of disappointment in his voice. The approaching gas station signals the end of your impromptu road trip, a bittersweet feeling washing over you as you prepare to say your goodbyes.

“Yeah it’s okay, I’ll figure out somethin’.” You respond. You weren’t exactly sure what you’d do after leaving the gas station, but you were sure you’d figure it out.

“I might as well get some gas while I'm here," Anakin says, his tone lighter as he tries to make the best of the situation. “Thanks for the company.” he speaks with a smile, parking his car next to a gas tank in the process. You step out of the car, the gravel crunching beneath your feet once more.

“I’ll see you around Anakin.” With a final smile, you close the door behind you, the metal clanging softly. You move towards the small gas station, the glow from its windows beckoning you. The humidity smacks you in the face once again, the warm air heavy against your skin. Inside the little store, you can't help but steal glances out of the window towards Anakin. He's pumping gas, his broad shoulders and strong hands in full view. You turn your attention to the shelves, filled with a variety of snacks and drinks. You select a few items, the crinkling of the wrappers filling the quiet store, accompanied by the low hum of the shitty air conditioner.

You make your way to the register after grabbing a coke, the cold air from the fridge tickling your back as the door zips shut. The clerk smiles at you as you place your items on the counter, but you can't help but be a bit distracted, still thinking about Anakin.

You reach into your pocket to pull out your wallet, but are met with nothing. Dread prompts your eyebrows to furrow and your heart to miss a beat. You must've lost it back at the concert or maybe left it with a friend. You had to come up with something, and fast.

“$6.66.” The clerk's smile never falters as she informs you of your total. You offer her a weak smile, unsure of what to do about the missing wallet.

“Unlucky number.” you say with a nervous chuckle, gesturing towards the total. You felt stuck like there was absolutely nothing you could do.

The clerk chuckles, perhaps sensing your unease. “Some people believe in that kind of thing. But I think it's just a number. Besides, maybe it'll bring you some good luck instead.” She says, her tone friendly and reassuring. You smile, grateful for her lighthearted demeanor.

“I hope so.” You murmur to yourself, your eyes still locked on Anakin. Just as he finishes pumping gas, you turn and rush out of the store without thinking. The bell above the door jingles as you exit, your heart pounding in your chest. You make your way towards Anakin, the bit of a grin on your face conflicting with the guilt from leaving without paying.

You yell for Anakin while waving your unoccupied hand frantically. “Anakin! Go go go!” You call out, your cheeks flushed. Without waiting for an answer, you jump into his passenger seat, the door slamming shut behind you. Your eyes dart around, realizing the predicament you've just put yourself in. Anakin starts the engine, the car rumbling to life beneath you. You can see the surprise in his eyes when you jump in, but he recovers quickly, shifting the car into gear and speeding off from the gas station.

“Well that was dumb,” Anakin says with a wry smile, his eyes never leaving the road ahead, “What do you plan on doing now.” His tone is lighthearted, the corner of his mouth curling into a grin.

You let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping the edge of your seat. “I don't know,” you reply honestly, your cheeks still flushed. “Hopefully nothing bad will come of it.” You can't help but feel a bit nervous about the consequences of your actions.

Anakin chuckles, his grin widening. He reaches over with his large, calloused hand and gives your thigh a consoling rub. “It was practically nothing. Just a few snacks.” He says. His confidence in you is comforting, easing some of the tension that had been building within you.

You look over at Anakin, your curiosity piqued by the events of the night. “So, you always pick up random strangers off the side of the road?” You ask, leaning back in your seat. You're intrigued by the man who's been nothing but kind and charming, making you wonder what drives him to be so generous.

“No, not always,” Anakin shakes his head. “But when I do, I'm glad I did.” As the car continues along the long road, you can't help but feel allured by Anakin. The way he carries himself, the charm in his wit, and the kindness he's shown you have created an indelible impression. His rugged exterior and the way he seems to effortlessly command the road make you feel safe and protected, despite only knowing him for less than a day.

Anakin peeks up at the sky, a hint of melancholy in his voice. “Looks like the sun's startin’ to set,” He muses, his eyes lingering on the horizon for a moment. The sky shimmers in shades of pink and orange as the sun dips below the horizon.

“So,” Anakin begins, his voice soft and curious. “Do your parents know where you are?” He asks, his eyes flicking over to you for a brief moment before returning to the road. The question, while seemingly innocent, carries with it a hint of concern. You can't help but appreciate the thoughtfulness beneath it.

“Kinda,” You hesitate for a moment, contemplating how much to share. “My parents didn't want me going to the show, but I went anyway.” A tinge of guilt lacing your words. The thought of the potential consequences of your actions weighs heavily on your mind.

“You know, they might be worried about you. Maybe you should call them when we stop for a bit. Let them know you're safe.” He suggests. You nod in agreement, knowing he’s right.

After a while, Anakin slows the car and pulls into the parking lot of a vacant auto repair shop. There, next to a broken-down Coke machine, stands an old-fashioned payphone. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of quarters before passing them to you, his eyes meeting yours. “Here, use these,” He says, the kindness in his voice as evident as the kindness in his eyes.

You take the quarters from him, the small gesture filling you with gratitude. You walk over to the old-fashioned payphone, the silver buttons shining in the dingy overhead light. You dial your parents' number, your heart beats faster as the phone rings.

“Whatever.” You mumble to yourself. After slamming the phone back on its cradle, you turn back towards the car. Anakin's eyes meet yours, concern etched into his features. “They didn't answer. Maybe they're asleep.” Anakin nods, recognizing your disappointed tone.

“Well, I'm sure they're just fine. Maybe they'll wake up and find your missed calls,” He says reassuringly. You offer him a weak smile, grateful for his attempt to lighten the mood “Do you have a place to stay tonight?”

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. “No, not really,” You admit, your voice soft. The truth is, you hadn't thought that far ahead, caught up in the excitement of the concert and the thrill of the unexpected journey. But now, the prospect of finding somewhere to stay in the middle of the night seems daunting.

Anakin considers this for a moment, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel. “Well, if you'd like, you can spend the night at my place. It's not far from here.” He offers, his voice even, unrattled by the potential implications of his words. The proposition is unexpected, yet comforting in its simplicity.

“I could just get a motel room,” You say, feeling a pang of hesitation. The idea of spending the night at a stranger's house, however well-intentioned, is a bit unnerving. But Anakin shakes his head, his expression unwavering.

“The motels nearby aren't the safest, I'd feel better about you staying with me.” Anakin insists firmly. There's a sense of finality to his tone, as if he's made up his mind and won't be dissuaded.

You chew on your lower lip, contemplating the offer. The thought of navigating a potentially shady motel in the middle of the night is enough to make you reconsider. The trust and care Anakin has shown you throughout the night reassures you somewhat, making it easier to see the good intentions behind his words.

You nod, a small smile playing at the corners of your mouth. “Alright then.” You say, grateful for the kindness and the offer of shelter. Anakin puts the car back into gear, the engine purring to life. You lean your head against the cool glass of the window and out at the darkness that surrounds you. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, the events of the night tumbling through your mind in a haphazard rhythm.

As the car hums along, you find yourself dozing off, the motion of the vehicle lulling you into a light, restless sleep. The world outside blurs as your eyes flutter shut.

“Hey sleepy girl,” The sound of Anakin's voice snaps you back to consciousness, your head jerking up from the window. “We’re pulling up now.”

Anakin pulls into a driveway and parks the car and you catch your first glimpse of his home. It's an old little house, nestled within a grove of trees, their branches reaching out like arms, enveloping the house in a natural embrace. The porch light flickers on, casting a warm glow that seems to beckon you.

The house has a charm to it, its weathered wood and stone, layered with a history that speaks of comfort and solace. A hammock swings gently from two trees, the scene reminiscent of quiet afternoons and relaxation. The porch is lined with potted plants, their greenery breathing life into the otherwise still night.

The two of you step out of the car and make your way up the porch steps, the creak of the weathered, wooden planks adding to the tranquil atmosphere. Anakin unlocks the door, the brass handle yielding with a soft turn. He holds it open for you, gesturing for you to enter. The aroma of wood and spice wafts from within, a faint hint of tobacco lingering just beneath the surface.

You step inside, the door closing gently behind you. Anakin follows, the door's latch securing you both in this refuge for the night. The room is cozy, with a worn-in couch and a large armchair by the un-lit fireplace. A wooden table sits in the center, a lamp on its surface casting a warm glow.

“The bathroom's down there,” Anakin gestures to the hall, his voice a soft rumble. “Take your time. I'll bring you some clothes when you’re done.” He informs you, his eyes briefly meeting yours once more.

You smile gratefully, the offer of a shower after your long day feeling like a true blessing. “Thank you.” You say softly. You nod your gratitude and head down the hall, the wooden floor creaking beneath your feet.

The bathroom is clean and simple, with a shower stall and a tub. You turn on the water, the steam rising as the heat envelops you. The sound of the water washes away the residue of the day, the tension slowly draining from your body.

After a while, you turn off the shower, the sound of running water replaced by the gentle drip of water from the tap. You wrap a towel around yourself, your hair hanging in damp ringlets about your face.

You hear a soft knock on the door, followed by Anakin's voice. “I got you some clothes for tonight. I'll just be outside when you’re done.” He says, his tone gentle.

You open the door a crack, revealing just your face behind the barrier of wood. Your hands brush against Anakin's as he gently hands you a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. His fingers linger on yours for a moment, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

The pants Anakin left were a little too big for you, so you decide to just wear the shirt. It's a comfortable fit, the fabric soft against your skin. You tuck your hair behind your ears, gathering your things, before making your way down the hall. You make your way through the dark house, your footsteps light on the wooden floor. There, you find Anakin, seated in a long, outstretched lounging chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The faint glow from the tip illuminates his face, casting shadows that play across his features.

He looks up as you approach, his eyes meeting yours before returning to the night. The silence between you is comfortable, the hum of the night insects and the crackle of the fire serving as a soothing soundtrack. You join him on the porch, the chair creaking softly as you settle onto it. The stars above are brilliant, their light casting a dream-like veil over this unexpected sojourn.

The cool night air is punctuated by the sound of his inhale, the smoke curling upward like tendrils of fog.

Anakin glances over at you, his eyes lingering on your bare legs for a moment before he speaks. “The pants didn't fit, did they?” He asks with a smile.

You shake your head, feeling a blush creeping up your neck. “No, they were a bit too big for me,” You reply, your voice light, attempting to brush off the awkwardness. “You’ve got a nice place here,” You say, your words soft, as if to break the ice. You're not sure what else to say, the unfamiliarity of the situation making you feel a bit exposed.

Anakin nods, taking a slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling a plume of smoke. “It was my grandma's house. She moved to a nursing home a few years ago,” He responds, his voice filled with a hint of nostalgia. “I decided to keep it. It's been a good place for me.”

The revelation adds another layer to the enigmatic stranger before you. The house, with its charm and history, now seems like the perfect vessel for his stories. You can't help but feel a bit envious of the heritage and the connection it must provide.

“You got a girlfriend?” You ask. You're not quite sure why you want to know, but the question tumbles from your lips, the night seeming to demand answers.

Anakin pauses for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Not at the moment,” He replies, his voice even. His eyes meet yours, holding your gaze for a brief moment before flicking back to the night. “If I did I don’t think she’d like the thought of me picking up pretty girls from the side of the road.” He says with a lopsided grin.

You reach your hand over, your fingers brushing against his as you take the cigarette. He passes it to you without hesitation, the warmth of his skin lingering on your fingertips. You take a drag, the smoke burning your throat, your eyes watering slightly. You cough, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you pass the cigarette back to him. “I guess I should thank you for that then.” You say, your voice light and teasing.

The two of you lock eyes, the silence between you thick with unspoken thoughts. Anakin's gaze is intense, filled with a desire that is, for the moment, unspoken. He slowly leans in towards you, his nose brushing against yours softly. Your heart races as his lips meet yours, the kiss tender and hesitant at first. But as your lips part, the kiss deepens, the sudden intimacy of the moment overwhelming. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, the warmth of his body enveloping you.

Anakin's hand glide along your thighs, the other coming up to brush across you now hardened nipple, his touch a trail of fire that leaves you shivering. The air between you crackles with electricity, the tension thick as you both surrender to the magnetic pull that has brought you together. As Anakin continues to brush his hands against your body, your hips shift, accidentally grinding down against his. The sudden contact sends a jolt through both of you, the heat between you reaching a fever pitch. Anakin's breath hitches, his eyes widening for a brief moment before he recovers, his hand coming to rest on your hip.

“Fuck- not here.”Anakin stands up from the chair, lifting you into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the solid strength of his body beneath yours. He makes his way inside, the creaking of the floorboards echoing softly as he carries you through the house. His room is cozy, with a large bed dominating the center. He sets you down gently on the mattress, the fabric cool against your skin.

Anakin hovers above you, his body poised over yours as he continues to kiss you, his lips exploring yours with a steadfast passion. His hand reaches between your legs and begins to rub his thumb against your panties, the warmth of his touch making your cunt clench pathetically around nothing. You arch your back, your hands gripping his shirt, the fabric straining under your fingers.

“Please do something.” You whisper, the plea barely audible as your body writhes under his touch.

“Be patient,” He says, his lips barely leaving yours. He slips his hand beneath your panties, his fingers teasing your entrance before slowly sliding inside, his thumb still working against your clit. “You’re so wet.” Anakin groans at the slick warmth that envelops his fingers, his own desire evident in the sound.

Anakin begins to pump his fingers inside you, the steady rhythm of his thrusts sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your hips rising to meet his hand, the hunger for release growing with each passing second. He leans down, his lips trailing kisses down your neck. The sensation of his lips against your skin combined with the rhythm of his hand is almost too much to bear. His other hand cups your soft skin, his thumb brushing over your nipple, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. He slides your shirt up, revealing your breast to his eager gaze. Anakin takes your nipple into his mouth, the sensation of his lips and teeth sending a jet of pleasure through you.

“I'm s-so close, ‘m gonna cum.” You gasp, the words barely audible over your racing heart.

Anakin responds to your plea with unbridled fervor, his fingers digging into you, his mouth working furiously on your nipple.

“Cum on my fingers baby, you got it.” He growls, the command laced with a need that mirrors your own. Your voice rings out in a cry as your orgasm swallows you whole, Anakin's fingers soaked with your wetness.

Anakin pulls his fingers from your pulsating cunt, bringing them to his mouth. He sucks on them hungrily, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans in forward and kisses you again, the taste of you on his lips and tongue as he deepens the kiss.

You reach out, your hand finding the hard bulge in Anakin's pants as you kiss him. He groans into your mouth, the sensation of your touch sending waves of desire through him. Anakin breaks the kiss, his eyes filled with a raw hunger as he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants. His erection springs free, standing tall and proud, the evidence of his intense attraction to you on full display.

He positions himself between your legs, the head of his cock brushing against your entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, Anakin pushes himself inside you, the sensation of his length filling you causing a gasp to escape your lips. He pauses for a moment, the two of you locked in a heated embrace, the weight of the moment hanging between you.

“Hold on just…give me a second.” Anakin's breath hitches, his head drops to your shoulder as he gathers himself, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming.

After a second or two, Anakin starts to roll his hips into yours, his rhythm slow and deliberate at first, the sensations building as he moves within you. His voice is heavy with yearning, the words spoken from a place of raw need.

“You’re so tight, clenching around me so good angel.” He murmurs into your ear, his hot breath causing a shiver to race down your spine. Anakin increases the pace of his movements, the new pace causing you to moan louder, the feeling of him inside you becoming more and more intense. Your nails latch onto his shoulder blades, your body arching up to meet his thrusts.

“Need more Anakin, please.” You breathe out between moans. Responding to your plea, Anakin leans back, his arms tightly gripping your waist as he tilts your hips up, driving himself deeper inside you. The new angle sends jolts of pleasure through your body, the intensity building with each subsequent thrust.

“You like that? ‘S that better?” He speaks breathlessly. Words babble from your lips, the coherency of your speech lost to the bliss that courses through you.

“Such a sweet girl getting fucked by a stranger.” Anakin teases you with a grin, aware of the circumstances that have led you here. You haven’t even known him for twenty four hours and you’re already dumb for his cock.

“I’m gettin’ close angel.” he growls, his breathing harsh and erratic as he continues to jackhammer himself into you.

You gasp as the sensation of him within you reaches a fever pitch. “Me too,” You manage to get out between breaths, your eyes locked onto his as you feel the hot coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter with each thrust.

Anakin eggs you on, his voice a guttural growl as he feels the moment drawing near. “Cum on my cock baby, give it to me.” He demands, the need in his voice only serving to fuel your own. The intensity of the moment becomes almost unbearable, your body convulsing your orgasm washes over you once more. Anakin doesn't hold back, following in your wake as he releases inside you, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.

Anakin takes a moment before slowly pulling out of your worn pussy, the heady scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. Anakin kneels in front of you, his gaze locked on your throbbing core, savoring its abused form. His tongue darts out, cleaning the swirl of your shared fluids, his tongue lapping gently at your folds.

“T-too sensitive, I can’t-” His thumb rubbing your inner thigh offers a soothing balance to the sensations, the gentle pressure providing a comforting contrast to the lingering pleasure.

“ ‘M almost done.” He says, his tone calm as his tongue continues its delicate motions.

Anakin finishes cleaning you, his tongue retreating, leaving you slick and satisfied. His eyes meet yours as he crawls back up the bed, his lips claiming yours in a tender kiss. The two of you fall into a contented silence, your bodies tangled together. The weight of the day’s wild events fades as exhaustion claims you both, the warmth of the shared intimacy enveloping you as you drift off to sleep. Though the future remains uncertain, the intimacy of the moment lingers.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

any anakin smut ideas please!!!

A/n: my sweet baby 😩 he didn't deserve all that happened to him.

Sidenote:Anakin and Padme are obviously not a thing here

The air is thick with heat and ash, the oppressive warmth seeping through your clothes as you step inside the cavernous room. The stone walls are cool beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the burning river of lava churning outside. You sense him before you see him — the heavy, crackling presence that lingers like a storm cloud, dark and consuming.

Anakin.

His broad frame emerges from the shadows, eyes gleaming a molten gold, jaw set in a tense line. His dark robes cling to his body, sweat beading along his temple as he stalks toward you, each step deliberate, calculated. He says nothing, but his eyes devour you, burning hotter than the volcanic lake outside.

You open your mouth to speak, but before a word can escape, he’s upon you. A gloved hand clamps around your waist, slamming you against the stone wall with a force that knocks the breath from your lungs. You gasp, but his mouth crashes down on yours, swallowing the sound. The kiss is all-consuming — teeth and tongues and desperation, his hands gripping you like you’re the last thing tethering him to the light.

His lips tear away from yours, his forehead pressing against yours as he pants, his breath hot and ragged. “You shouldn’t have come,” he rasps, his voice raw and heavy with something dark and aching.

“I had to,” you whisper, your hands fisting in the fabric of his robes, pulling him closer. “I couldn’t stay away.”

A growl rumbles deep in his chest, and then he’s dragging your hands above your head, pinning your wrists against the cool stone with a single gloved hand. The other hand travels down, his calloused fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path along your throat, over the curve of your collarbone, until they dip beneath the neckline of your tunic.

“You’re a fool,” he murmurs, his nose grazing the shell of your ear as his fingers slide beneath the fabric, cupping your breast. His thumb brushes over your nipple, and you arch against him, a whimper escaping your lips. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

“Anakin…”

“Don’t,” he snarls, his teeth grazing the skin of your neck as he sucks a bruise into the delicate flesh. “Don’t say my name.”

But you do. You say it again and again as he tears your tunic down the middle, exposing your body to the blistering air. His golden eyes devour you, taking in every inch of bare skin, every shiver and flush as he presses his body against yours.

The cool stone bites into your back, a delicious contrast to the feverish heat of his skin as he slides a hand between your legs. You gasp, writhing beneath his touch as his fingers slip beneath your undergarments, stroking you with rough, possessive pressure.

“You’re wet for me,” he growls, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “Even now. Even after everything.”

“Yes,” you gasp, your hips rolling against his hand, desperate for more. “Always.”

Something in him snaps. With a low, feral growl, he hoists you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he shoves his robes aside, his cock hard and heavy against your inner thigh. The first thrust is brutal, a claiming, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he drives into you, as if trying to bury himself so deep that you’ll never be able to escape him.

The stone wall scrapes against your back, each rough thrust sending jolts of pleasure through your body as Anakin fucks you like a man possessed. His breath is hot against your ear, his teeth grazing the skin as he mutters dark, desperate words, over and over.

“Mine,” he growls, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back so he can meet your eyes, his gaze fierce and unrelenting. “You’re mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you sob, nails digging into his shoulders as he pounds into you harder, deeper, until you’re screaming his name, the sound echoing through the cavernous room.

He doesn’t stop. Not until you’re shuddering beneath him, body quaking as he drives you over the edge. And even then, he keeps moving, his movements slowing but no less intense, like he can’t bear to let you go.

When he finally comes, he buries his face in the curve of your neck, his entire body shuddering as he spills inside you, hips rocking against yours as if to brand you, to mark you as his.

And when he finally pulls back, his eyes are still gold — fierce and dark, but there’s something else there too, something raw and broken.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his gloved fingers trembling against your cheek.

But you only lean into his touch, your lips brushing over his knuckles as you whisper, “And you shouldn’t let me go.”

Anakin’s chest heaves against yours, his forehead resting against the stone wall as he catches his breath. The room is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the heat from the volcanic river outside seeping into your skin. His hands are still tangled in your hair, his grip possessive, as if he’s afraid you might slip away.

But you don’t move. You stay there, legs still wrapped around his waist, your nails still embedded in his shoulders. You can feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips, a frantic rhythm that mirrors your own.

Slowly, he lifts his head, golden eyes searching your face. The fierce, predatory gleam is gone now, replaced by something fragile and raw. His jaw clenches, and he swallows hard, as if trying to force down words he can’t bring himself to say.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he rasps, the words a mere whisper now, laced with fear and desperation. “You can’t stay here. It’s not safe. I’m not… safe...I'm a monster...you shouldn't.”

You reach up, cupping his jaw with both hands, your thumbs brushing over the sharp lines of his cheekbones. “I’m not leaving you,” you say firmly, meeting his gaze head-on. “You can tell me to go, you can push me away, but it won’t change anything. I’m staying...I love you Anakin.”

His eyes close, and a shudder runs through him. His hands drop to your waist, his grip tightening as if anchoring himself to you. “You don’t know what I’ve done,” he murmurs, voice breaking. “What I’ve become.”

You press a soft kiss to his brow, tasting the salt of his sweat. “I know who you are,” you whisper. “I know what you’ve lost. But you haven’t lost me.”

A strangled noise escapes his throat, and then he’s crushing you to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His body shakes against yours, his breaths coming in ragged, shuddering gasps as he clings to you, as if you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

Your fingers slide into his hair, stroking the dark strands as you whisper soothing words against his temple. You feel the wetness of his tears against your skin, and it breaks your heart because you know how much he’s been holding inside.

“I can’t lose you,” he chokes out, his voice hoarse and raw. “I can’t. Not you.”

“You won’t,” you promise, pressing another kiss to his temple. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Anakin pulls back, his eyes red-rimmed and wild as they search yours. His jaw clenches, and his hands move to cradle your face, thumbs sweeping over your cheekbones. “If you stay… if you stay, you’re mine,” he growls, his voice dark and possessive, but there’s a tremor beneath it, a desperate, aching need. “Do you understand? You’re mine.”

You lean into his touch, your lips brushing over his in a soft, lingering kiss. “I was always yours,” you whisper against his mouth.

Something in him snaps. With a low, guttural sound, he kisses you again, slower this time, his lips moving over yours with a tenderness that leaves you breathless. His hands slide down to your hips, lifting you effortlessly as he carries you away from the stone wall, away from the suffocating heat of the lava river.

He moves toward the bed, the room illuminated by the eerie orange glow of the molten rock outside. Gently, he lowers you onto the mattress, his body covering yours as he settles between your thighs.

And as he sinks into you again, slower this time, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath mingling with yours, you know there’s no turning back.

You are his. And he is yours.

Until the end.

[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 😭😭

[zapernz]

plz i need like aotc anakin humping his bedsheets so badly. OML ESPECIALLYYY IF ITS LIKE CAUSE OF U YFM. LIKE RRRRRR #NEED THAT.

anon… imma need you to watch this - porn link btw

“hahh” anakin pants into his sheets lazily thrusting his hips backwards and forwards, his boxers are pushed down to his thighs so he’s rubbing his dick against his blanket.

even though you weren’t there to help him he knows you know what he’s doing, you know he’s humping his blanket like a bitch because you get him too riled up to function. he whines wiggling his hips, “mm’need you s’bad.”

his thrusts grow more desperate, whimpers and moans spilling from his pink lips. before long he cums all over his blanket - pathetic boy <3.

[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.”