#anakin skywalker blurb

[anakincentric]

mdni. minors & ageless blogs will be blocked. warnings: explicit sexual content, established relationship, dom!anakin, mild breeding kink, overstimulation (f receiving), dumbification (f receiving), praise (f receiving), size difference, impact play (f receiving) mention.

reduced to a sweaty and pink mess, you pant hard with your arm thrown over your eyes to shield yourself from anakin's gaze in your vulnerable state.

"baby, you came so much." he commends through an exhale and a snicker. the powerful release has you in a tender recovery space, focusing on not crying with all your might. you do that sometimes, the waterworks take over when your poor body is too overwhelmed. you hear him shuffle, and carefully he pulls out from your puffy pussy. sensitive, you jolt from the sudden loss of being full, and hot cum oozes out of your hole. yours and his mixed together in a love potion, and his hand on your waist tightens as he watches the liquid spill out from you. "fuck, princess, we did good."

you nod in agreement from under your arm, getting a grip on yourself just enough so you don't look like you're ignoring him.

"do you wanna show me?" his low voice sends a shiver down your spine. you know exactly what he's talking about, and you remove your arm, exposing your warm face to the air that blows on the tears at the corners of your eyes. tentatively, you reach both your hands down. they glide past your chests with sore nipples; your ribcage rising and falling with fast breath; your taut stomach that trembles from your resounding orgasm and forcing it to stretch into impossible positions; your hipbones that stick out from propping up your pelvis on stacked pillows; and finally your battered pussy lips. nimble fingers cautiously press into cunt, all hot and stingy from being snapped into so many times, from being slapped and fingered and bit, and you pull apart your swollen folds.

your clit pulses as you touch yourself like you're afraid to make one wrong move and cum all over again; anakin sucks in a breath at the sight of your pretty nails he paid for getting lost in your delicate tissues that he's clobbered into submission. you show him what he asked for, spreading yourself apart to display cum having made a mess of your insides.

"fucked those pretty guts, didn't i?" he asks and you wince at his crude language. that flinch deepens, whimpering when his rough hands clutch the undersides of your thighs to pick you up more. he folds you over yourself, stretching your legs impossibly further apart and you ache. "look at all that cum, bunny. hell of a creampie." it raises your hips closer to his face, and he plunges two fingers into his mouth, coating them with spit to dip between your ass cheeks, gathering the sticky trail of white to scoop it back into your quivering hole.

"ani-i-i!" you cry, wiggling indignantly as he cruelly shoves his fluids back into you.

"can't let you waste it, sweet girl." he tells you, moistening his lips as he devours the sight of your poor cunt struggling to hold everything he's giving it. you still, even if it hurts. "that's it. makin' me so proud right now."

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[ddejavvu]

Anakin with a corruption kink? Y/N’s really sweet and introverted and Anakin can’t stop but think in every single sexual thing he wants to do to her

obvious cw for corruption kink/mentions of virgin!reader, don’t like don’t read.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

he'd take so much sick, twisted pleasure in explaining different sexual acts to you. he likes watching you squirm, he likes watching your eyes go wide and your lips get all puffy and raw as you bite them to death, he likes watching you squeeze your thighs together like you can stop that insatiable ache between them. like he doesn't know what you're doing, like you're being subtle about it. you're not.

the grosser the sex act, the better. he starts you off by just asking whether you're familiar with different positions, but it gets progressively worse. he'll ask first about something simple like missionary or doggy, and if you know either one, he calls you dirty. like his thoughts aren't a thousand times worse, like he's not imagining you bound and gagged and covered in cum. but it works, he sees you inwardly cringe, he sees you get all flustered and shameful, and he loves it.

"you'd look good in a piledriver, baby. your neck all bent and achy, your hips up for me to fuck into. i'd get deeper, y'know, if your hips were up." he pats a rough hand on your hip, "i could fuck your needy hole so much better if I just-" / "anakin-!" / "what, you're getting all weird now? come on, it's just sex. everyone does it. except for you, huh? you've got a tight little virgin pussy, don't you, angel? you gonna let me in?"

and that's just the beginning. wait until he starts branching out a little.

"you know what a rimjob is, baby?" he'll ask, an infuriating little smirk on his face as he waits for your stammered response. when you shake your head he scoffs, "didn't think so. you gonna let me do it to you, angel?" he knows what he's doing, the power he's holding over you by being so elusive about the actual act. but all you have to do to find out is ask, why won't you just ask him? when you finally manage to gather the courage to mumble, "what.. is it?" his face drops into this shit-eating, devilish smirk, and he grabs your hips, jostling the globes of your ass. 'well, i'd make you lay on your stomach, and i'd press my face into your pretty ass, and i'd lick it out, baby. you gonna let me get my tongue in there? 'gonna let me shove my fuckin' tongue inside your ass like it's your pussy?"

you make this horribly flustered noise that's some awful cross between a squawk and a scream, and try to wrestle your hips out of his hold to go bury your burning face somewhere that his eyes aren't privy to. but he's relentless, fighting past your bashfulness and pinning you down to the bed while leaning in to kiss your red-hot face.

"what," he croons with faux-sympathy, "you're all antsy now? that got you hot-and-bothered, didn't it, thinking about my tongue in there. you're dirty, aren't you?"

when you don't answer he kisses you, and he feels the way your cunt drags against his thigh without you meaning for it to. he gets off so much on being the one to get you this way for the first time, and he's more than happy to mumble dirty shit in your mouth while he's licking it out.

"you're a nasty girl, y'know that? m'gonna put my tongue in you baby, like this-" he demonstrates with the slack ring of your lips, squeezing your cheeks until they form a hole and fucking his tongue inside to lap at your own while you helplessly grind against him, "fuck, i can feel you shivering. you like it when i talk nasty to you?"

[wifeofasith]

Loved inside and out ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[st4rfckerz]

mdni 18+

overstimulation is anakin's favorite. he loves the way you squirm under him, the way you beg for more, the way you cry out his name as you're on the brink of climax. he loves the way you can't get enough, the way you beg for more even as you're close to coming.

he'll push you to your limits, overstimulating you until you can take no more, until you're begging for mercy. and he'll be there to catch you when you fall, to hold you close and comfort you as you recover.

anakin's fingers slip inside you, probing your tight, wet entrance. he moves his fingers in and out of you in sync with his thrusts, hitting your G-spot repeatedly. you arch your back, your moans turning into high-pitched whimpers as he expertly stimulates your sensitive spot.

"come on sweetheart, you got another one for me or am i gonna have to force it out of you?" anakin croons. your body shakes from the overstimulation, your pussy clenching around his soaked digits.

"n-no! s'too much ani- i can't-" you gasp, your voice barely audible.

"nuh uh thats not your word, i know you can give me one more." he speeds up his rhythm, his fingers curling against that special spot inside you.

you cry out, your body convulsing in pleasure. your orgasm crashes over you, washing away any lingering doubts, any thoughts.

anakin's goal is to elicit the most intense orgasm possible from you, to leave you breathless and spent, craving more of him. he'll stop just short of crossing that line, leaving you wanting more, needing more, craving him like a drug.

[cosmicanakin]

anakin drabbles!

adult content / minors do NOT interact.

pairing. anakin skywalker x female reader.

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

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

divider creds @fairytopea / @pfpanimes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rafesslxt]

imagine him looking at you like that. Imagine him not being able to look away from your lips.

thats it.thats the post.

[bruisedboys]

anakin is so boyfriend i’m so so glad you started writing for him!!

no but imagine clingy anakin after a particularly boring jedi council or smth like stroking ur hair, pressing kisses to ur temple, etc

this got me thinking so hard omg ….

anakin skywalker x fem!reader

anakin gets so clingy after his meetings, especially if they’re boring — he’s sitting there in the meeting bored to death, only thinking about you and how lovely you are and how much he’s going to smother you in kisses when he gets back. he doesn’t listen to a lick of what’s going on in the meeting, he might as well be dead with the way he stays completely silent the entire time, and he leaves so quickly nobody has time to hold him back afterwards…

when he finally gets home he’ll find you on the sofa reading and immediately plop his head into your lap like a dog. you put your book down with a soft giggle.

“hi, baby,” you say, sweet as sugar. anakin smothers his pleased grin in your thigh. you push your fingers into his hair without him having to ask, carding your fingers through his curls carefully.

“hi,” he says in a low murmur, eyelids half lidded, his chest on fire. he swears you’ve got magic in your hands. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you say back. he can hear your fond smile. his heart thumps hard in his chest. worse when you bring your other hand to dip underneath his collar and scratch gently at the top of his spine with your nails.

eventually (and if he doesn’t fall asleep on you), he’ll sit up and drag you into his lap, your thighs spread on either side of his. he’ll carefully stroke your hair away from your pretty face, lean fingers tucking it behind your ear and lingering at your jaw.

“was the meeting okay?” you ask, flushed and shy from his affections.

if he’s being honest, he can’t remember a single thing that was talked about in the meeting. it’s all a blur to him now.

he shrugs, “it was boring,” he admits. his thumb works a rough half circle into your cheek. “and I missed you.”

you hum. “yeah, you mentioned that already,” you say softly, an amused lilt to your tone.

anakin raises a brow at you. “are you teasing me, sweetheart?”

“no…” you say, though your smile gives you away.

anakin grins and presses his mouth to yours. you respond with so much warmth he feels it in his bones. your hand slides into his hair and he feels like he could downright devour you. he kisses you until you’re breathless and tugging the hair at the nape of his neck, and then some <3

[coryosbaby]

18+, MDNI !! specific hair type mentioned

Js thinkin’ about Drug dealer! Trailer trash! Anakin…

I can imagine you’re outside smoking a cigarette in your pretty pink nightgown, curlers all pinned up, your fluffy house shoes pressing against the damp summer ground. You’re sitting down on the front steps of your trailer as you listen to Anakin and Padmē argue over and over. So much for a smoke break.

But then, with one last mean remark, Anakin is slamming his screen door and barreling down the steps in anger. Tattoos all over his arms, wearing jeans and no shirt or shoes…nipple piercings on full display. He stands in the grass and tries to calm himself down.

Your face flushes with heat as you see him, and you turn your head as if you hadn’t noticed him there. But his eyes lock on you, and he calms a bit. Hes always had a soft spot for you, his pretty young neighbor. Always chasing away creeps and helping you carry in your groceries, selling you pot that isn’t laced (‘you can’t trust the crackheads in this fuckin’ trailer park. Come to me if you ever need any shit like that, okay?’). You can’t deny the crush you’ve had on him for the longest time. You guess you’re just like your momma in that way— always going after men old enough to be your dad, men that you shouldn’t ever associate with. Men that are bad news.

Anakin sighs, jeans hanging low on his hips, and you try not to drool.

“Did you hear all of that?”

You give him a shy, timid smile. You awkwardly shuffle on your feet.

“A little. I’ve only been out here for five minutes, though.”

He hums, his eyes moving down to the cigarette in your manicured hand.

“Can I bum one?”

You nod, and the man walks over the short distance between your houses and sits down beside you. He smells like cologne, sweat, and a little bit of alcohol. Not in a bad way, though. It makes you practically dizzy with want, your thighs prsssing together as he lets out a small “thanks, dollface” as he reaches into your nightgown pocket and pulls out your half empty pack of Marlboros. He lights up, smoke billowing out of his nostrils as he exhales and leans back against your screen door.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I try not to yell, but..”

He shakes his head, as if it isn’t worth discussing. You knee bumps against his, and you shrug.

“It’s okay. I get it.”

His shoulders relax, his ring clad fingers skimming your thigh. He give you an amused smile as he sees the curlers in your hair.

“About to go to bed, grandma?”

You roll your eyes at his teasing, taking a long drag.

“Yeah, actually.”

“Mmm..” His hand comes up to your face, stroking the soft skin of your cheek. Your eyes widen, a flush coating your cheeks. “It’s cute, y’know. The way you always wear your hair like this at night.”

You struggle to find words, your lips parting with every breath. Anakin’s eyes light up, as if remembering something, and he reaches into his pocket.

“You still smoke?” He asks, a baggy of weed now in his palm. You say yes because it’s true, and invite him inside your house.

And of course, it isn’t long before he’s got you whining for him. A joint and a half later, your pussy is spread out on his cock as he takes you against your bedroom wall. He doesn’t fuck you on your bed— he says it’s hotter this way, taking you so desperately. He fills you up damn near perfectly, his face buried into your neck as he holds you up with his strong arms.

All the while, your curlers are falling out, house shoes halfway off your toes, your nightgown lifted up and slightly ripped from his roughness. Your loose, unfinished curls stick against your forehead as he pummels you, and he practically laughs in your face.

“Oh, baby,” he says. “Hair’s so messy, ‘s fuckin’ adorable.”

You cry from embarrassment, drooling all over his lips when he pulls you into a wet ‘n messy kiss. Your fingers card through his dyed black locks, lashes fluttering when he thumbs your clit.

“Oh!” You let manage to let out, slick pooling as you cream on his cock. “Ani, ani, feel s’ good…”

“Yeah?” He breathes, with jagged thrusts into your weeping cunt. “Cmon, dollface. Let the whole trailer park hear you. That’s my fuckin’ girl.”

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creds to @fuckmyskywalker for this amazing idea 🩷🩷

[nosugarallspice]

Don’t judge me please but can I get something with a daddy kink and Hayden Christensen please 🫣🫣 maybe while having sex, reader accidentally calls him daddy (the relationship is still pretty new) and he kinda stops for a second and then it just sparks something in him?? this man makes me absolutely feral I’m sorry 😭

Girl I’m judging you for not requesting him sooner!! // I def felt this! Hayden just hits so different I can’t explain it. I’d devour that 🤭

Minors DNI!!!

Word Count: 307

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The room was dim, the only thing bringing in light were the candles you had lit. The headboard lightly slammed against the wall as Hayden’s thrust became faster.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, your bare chest pressed against his.

“You’re doing so good baby, taking my cock so well.” Hayden groaned into your ear, pressing kisses along your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down, a smile on your face when he said such filthy words to you. You still weren’t used to this- Hayden being extremely filthy with you, from the things he did in bed, to the words he spoke to you.

“You like this, don’t you?.” His cock pushing deeper inside you, hitting your most sensitive spot causing your legs to shake as whimpers escaped your lips. “You love being fucked like a whore, hm?”

You nodded, your head thrown back against the pillow, nails digging deep into the flesh on his back. “Yes, oh fuck- yes.”

“You fuck me so good… so, so good daddy.” You whimpered. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t realize what you had said until Hayden stopped. His eyes staring deep into yours, “did I hear you correctly?”

Your cheeks tinted a light red shade as you nodded your head, trying your hardest not to smile.

“That sounded so sexy, especially coming from you.” He flipped you over; your face now buried into the pillows as his cock slammed back into you. His thrust were even rougher, more harder.

Your pussy clenched around his cock, your hands gripping the sheets for dear life, he was fucking you too good. His hand made its way up your back, gripping your hair, tugging your head up.

“You’re gonna make me cum!” You gasped, your walls tightened around him.

His own thrusts growing sloppier by the second as his own release approached.

“Cum for me, cum for daddy.”

[tfmerc]

omg omg okay hear me out… either Anakin or Simon whichever, but thigh riding likeeee im obsessed

Thigh riding is just so hot like I can't :(

fem version also wanted to combine another ask sent in - so sub!Ani x thigh riding :3

NSFW BELLOW CUT - MDNI

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"Hmph…" A muffled whimper passed your lips, slick cunt rubbing against the flexed muscle of Anakin's thigh; how perfectly his quadriceps hardened beneath your needy clit. It was like you were at the gates of heaven itself, seeing nothing but white as you worked yourself into another wave of ecstasy.

You bucked like a bitch in heat, hand clamping down on the roots of Anakin’s hair; tugging him forward firmly to capture his lips in your own. The boys hands flexing desperately into the sheets, whining against the heat of your mouth.

His brows turned upward with undying urge, eyes watering as you pulled away; pathetically attempting to chase the kiss once again, a string of drool keeping you connected. Smears of his pre painted against your abdomens, the only stimulation he’d had for the past hour being from the soft pudge of your tummy, “Want— want… to touch you, please.”

A simple shake of your head had him practically sobbing, staggered breathes fanning over your chest. He was so overwhelmed, desperately trying to roll his hips into yours; begging to gain any sort of friction. He’d give anything to let his hands roam over your delicate skin, it was unmarked - so pure compared to his own.

The sensation of your wet cunt, the lewd squelching with each roll of your hips; it had him drowning in submission. How easily you were using him for your own pleasure, how simple it all seemed to you - it was intoxicating.

“Such a good boy for me Ani…” Your lashes flutter slightly, letting a hand drop to wrap around his twitching member. Anakin’s eyes snapped open, tears forming in the waterline of his lashes; fucking his cock into your fist.

Anakin was such a mess, soft murmurs and almost feminine whines filling the air around you. His stare was intense, bottom lip chewed raw as he choked back cries of pleasure. It took him mere minutes to unravel, hot spurts of cum filling your hand, “Oh— oh fuck…”

[anakincentric]

mdni. minors & ageless blogs will be blocked. warnings: prompt, explicit sexual content, established relationship, dom!anakin, brat!reader, size kink, bondage (f receiving), objectification (f receiving), overstimulation (m receiving), masturbation denial mention.

"how're we feelin', baby?" anakin slurs, lost in the pleasure of using you for what felt like hours. after too much squirming, he'd strung up your wrists to the headboard so he can fuck you in peace. sitting on his legs, he lifts your hips into his, your body barely on the bed as he moves you like a little toy. and his question goes unanswered because he'd shoved your own panties in your mouth. the panties that contained your slick coating of finish for humping a fluffy blanket 'til you came. you told him it was an accident! you hear him laugh, winded from effort, and your hazy eyes focus on him, breathing hard through your nose. "s'the matter? can't talk?" he jeers.

you whine indignantly in response, which feathers out in a moan when he angles your hips the way you like, a pang of heat shooting through you, and you drop your head. "ah, ah," he tsks, "don't get too comfortable. you're not supposed to like it too much." he's been keeping you on the edge for too long, making sure you're just wet enough to take him. fat cock bruising your insides as you instinctively fight against your bindings. "oh, fuck. fuck, princess, you ready for another one?" you cry out, picking yourself up a little as he chases his high using your hole to do it. his huge hands cupping the small of your back dig in, blunt nails scratching your skin as he flexes his arms, yanking you into his thrusts harder and faster than before. somehow you're closer to your edge than ever before. "here we go - fuck - you ready? oh, ffuck yeah, baby." he rambles, and you sob dryly to yourself as he pulls out. just like that, tugging the rug out from under you again.

combined fluids string out and gooey his pubes as he fists his proud cock to give it a couple firm pumps, shooting another load onto your stomach. old tacky fluids mix with fresh ones on your skin, and you thrash your head, desperate to get fucked for real. he hisses through his teeth as his motions slow, as if he was getting into a cold pool, he reintroduces himself to your aching sex, still sensitive from his recent finish yet he shoves it inside anyway. a full body shudder wracks through him, and you whimper. that familiar and delicious sting causes your back to arch, and he lovingly strokes your insides with his twitching cock. "bet you wish you got some of that, huh?" he questions, a dark curl to his lips. "learned your lesson yet?"

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[ddejavvu]

LITTLE FIC WHERE THE READER WANTS TO LEARN HOW TO GIVE A BJ AND GOES TO ANAKIN FOR HELP.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"It's not that hard," Anakin's chuckled reassurances do very little to ease the achy nerves that are wrapped so tightly around your heart that they're surely searing marks into it, "Just- here, practice first."

"What-" You frown, jumpy and anxious with anticipation when he reaches for you. His hand doesn't reach for your own, though, nor does it move to readjust you on the bed- no, it heads for your face. Thumb first, he presses the digit against your lips, and for no other reason but pure shock, you part them to allow him entry past your mouth.

"Good," He nods, but you hadn't even made the choice to let him in; you'd just done it. Naturally, instinctually, you'd wanted his thumb in your mouth. He holds your cheek with his other four fingers, pressing his thumb down over your tongue. It's a heavy feeling, one that pools saliva around your teeth, and Anakin rubs his thumb side to side through it to coat his finger.

"Suck on it," He urges you, "Gently, start gentle."

You suction your lips together, gently pulling at his thumb with easy force. You hold the pressure, keeping his thumb under constant suckling force, and he nods, stroking along your cheek with his unoccupied fingers.

"That's good. Really good. Now let go," He instructs, and you break the suction, but he doesn't empty your mouth. Instead he tilts his head up, chin pointed towards your mouth briefly, "Lick it."

"Anakin," You mewl, muffled and mortified around his finger, but he presses its tip down onto your tongue in reprimand.

"You wanted to learn! What, now you're embarrassed? Come on, commit." He eases up on the pressure he's holding your thumb down with, "Lick it."

You drag the flat of your tongue experimentally over the pad of his thumb and you nearly miss the shaky breath that huffs from between his lips under the sound of your own. His eyes, previously zeroed in on your own to bore into them teasingly, have dropped to your mouth, watching the trail of saliva that escapes through the loose seam of your lips.

"Good, that's- that's really good." He shifts on his mattress, an arm pressed down over his lap as he leans in, "Now the underside, baby, kinda... trail along- there."

You do as you're told, and a twitchy jerk of Anakin's thumb presses down accidentally over your tongue once more, bleeding your spit hot.

"Now these fingers," He decides, tearing his thumb out of your mouth and stuffing his pointed and middle in its place, "Come on, baby, keep going."

"Ana-mm!" Your protests are useless and garbled as his fingers momentarily hit the back of your throat, inducing a gag.

"Perfect," He breathes, eyes shining as he tests the give of your tongue once more, "You're a natural, baby."

[wifeofasith]

Pretty and cock-drunk ༘♡ *.｡˖𓂃 ִֶָ

ׁ ֶָ֢ ⏤͟͟͞͞☕️ ׁ ࣭ warnings ! ۪ ׁ ⊹ || Dom!Anakin × Sub!Fem!Reader, dumbification, humiliation, inferiority, blowjob, size difference, power imbalance, dacryphilia, PiV mentioned, ownership, ddlg themes, begging, cum, pet names. MDNI

Anakin loves making you feel inferior when it comes to your sexual environment. He dislikes missing out on getting you on your knees and bullying your throat with his massive cock till you are deemed to be looking humiliated enough. It’s all a little game to him; will he cum enough to cover both your face and the inside of your mouth? Will you cry? You definitely will if you are wearing mascara. He just adores having streaks of paint running down your face, which you definitely won’t be cleaning too soon after he’s done. “Look at this fucked-out face, what a pretty girl.” He’d drag you to the mirror just to praise the ruined make-up. He genuinely found it beautiful too; the more ownership marks on you, the prettier you were in his eyes. And you were very owned inside and out. While for you it wasn’t a necessity, Anakin, to be frank, didn’t consider it a proper fuck if your cervix didn’t end up bruised. Luckily, it was quite difficult to avoid when he was well-gifted in his physical assets. “Look at it baby, all’s going in your pretty little pussy.” He’d rub it in your face by having his fully hard cock resting on top of your tummy, leaking precum all over you like a little sex doll. “Yeah? Think you can take daddy, pretty face? All the way in your guts, baby. Gonna stretch you good.” Anakin’s words were usually a perfect tool to make you drool and writhe under him as you pathetically begged for him to do all the things he’s promised you. He never told you, but it always takes a lot of self control to watch you plead for dick until your brain goes dumb and empty. He’d love to just ravage you as is, but he knows he’s a better tormentor when you’re a babbling excuse of a person who only thinks with her cunt. “There we go, dumb enough to use.”

[st4rfckerz]

Late Night Call | Nerdy!Anakin x Reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: MDNI 18+, masturbating (both), voice kink, praise, nerdy!anakin is a whiny little mess.

summary: Your voice is enough to get Anakin all worked up.

The silence of the night seemed to be swallowing the entire city as Anakin lay sprawled in his bed, staring at the ceiling. With a yawn, Anakin lifted the blocky landline phone off its cradle, the dial tone echoing through the receiver. As he recited the familiar numbers, he couldn't help but feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"Hello?" a gentle voice answered on the other line.

"Hey, I didn't wake you up did I?" Anakin mumbled into the phone, his voice barely above a whisper. The soft sound of rustling sheets and a yawn came from the other end of the line.

There was a pause before you replied. You knew that voice. "No, you caught me at a good time. What's going on?"

"Oh, well, nothing really I just wanted to talk to you," he stammered, trying to mask his nervousness. "I'm putting off writing this paper too actually," Anakin admits almost sounding like he was ashamed of himself. "I don't know, I just don't feel like its good enough." He brings his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, he could feel the small migraine coming in through to temples of his skull.

"Hey, it's alright," your soft voice reassured him from the other side of the line, sending a wave of calm washing over his senses. It was enough to ease his nerves, even if just a little. "You're human, and mistakes happen. You can't expect perfection from yourself all the time."

As the comforting voice continued speaking into the phone, Anakin's breath hitched in his throat. His heartbeat pulsed rapidly in his ears, matching the cadence of the soft whispers. Slowly, the warmth that had started in his chest spread through his limbs, igniting a fire within him. His thoughts raced, his imagination running wild with images of you on the other end of the line, your voice painting vivid pictures in his mind. The soothing voice was a siren song, drawing him in deeper with each passing second.

"What're you writing about anyways?" your voice rings softly through the line. Anakin clenched his eyes shut, his grip on the receiver tightened, as if he could somehow draw strength from the cold plastic. This isn't right, he chided himself, yet he couldn't resist the pull.

He cleared his throat nervously. "Well, it's about a new tech startup in Silicon Valley, something boring like that." Anakin managed to amswer, his voice cracking slightly. His hand subconsciously rubbed against his crotch, and he discreetly adjusted his pants, feeling the bulge growing bigger. He needed to calm down. Fast.

You hum slightly, the topic taking your interest. "That's sounds intriguing, I'd read it. I'm writing about the use of real fur in the fashion industry." Anakin's heart skipped a beat hearing your reply. Real fur? That sounded controversial, edgy, something that would definitely get you a passing grade.

"Oh, really?" he managed to choke out, trying to keep his voice steady. "Do you think it's... you know, ethical?"

"Not at all, there's always faux fur y'know?" you scoff. He took a deep breath, trying to ground himself. This was school-related, he reminded himself sternly. "Well, I mean, if the demand for real fur decreases, the industry will eventually adapt," he reasoned, trying to sound rational. "Plus, there are ways to ensure animal welfare during the process."

"See! You're so good, it's not even your paper and you're already shooting facts." you praise him innocently. God, he could've came in his boxers if he wasn't being so careful. His head was buzzing with ideas of how he might prolong the conversation so that you could carry on speaking. He just needed to hear you voice.

"Thanks." Anakin laughed nervously, trying to deflect the compliment. "So, um... how's everything else been? Anything exciting happening in your life besides your classes?" He couldn't shake the image of you in that little skirt you decided to wear to class the other day, your tits swaying enticingly in the tight sweater you wore. If it was up to him, he would've fucked you in that classroom in front of everyone. His cock twitched in his pants, growing harder by the minute.

"Not really, my roommate's gonna be out of town for a family thing, so I'll have a whole boring week by myself." you explain.

"Oh, really?" Anakin's eyes widened in delight, his heart racing faster than ever. He shifted in his seat, his cock throbbing against his pajama pants "So, uh, want to meet up sometime? Just you and me?" He forced himself to sound innocent, but his voice cracked slightly, betraying his true intentions.

His hand reached down his pants, feeling the head of his cock peeking out from his underwear. He wrapped his fingers around it, stroking slowly, trying to calm down. He had to focus on their conversation, at least until she agreed to meet up with him. He inadvertently let a whine slip out of his mouth as he swept his fingers across his sensitive tip.

"Anakin? Are you ok?" you ignore his question. Is he? No, he wouldn't. You think to yourself.

"Y-yeah just keep talking, 'm listening." Anakin stammered. His hand continued to stroke his cock unabashedly, increasing the speed slightly. He was so lost in the mind that he didn't even think about the possibility of you being able to hear the quiet slick sounds coming from his end of the line.

He is.

"Ani, I know what you're doing." you state bluntly. His eyes spring open and his hand slows down its movement on his cock.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't help it, y-you can hang up if you want I just-" he blurts out his words but you instantly interrupt him.

"Why would I want to hang up?"

"What?" Anakin couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was sure you'd call him a sick freak and never talk to him again.

"I'm not hanging up," His heart raced wildly, his cock throbbing harder than ever. He couldn't resist your voice. "Does it feel good Ani?"

"Mhm, wish it was you." he admits breathlessly, his fingers tightening around his cock. Anakin's heartbeat pounded in his ears.

"Yeah? Tell me what you're thinking about baby." you chide. You could feel your cunt getting increasingly wetter as you continued to speak to him, it makes you squirm as the heat continues to spread through your body.

"Just you, 's always you," he confessed, his voice cracking with lust. "I wanna touch you and taste you everywhere." His hand picked up speed, and his cock twitched violently in his pants.

"You wanna taste me?" you egg him on. His voice sounded so desperate it was almost pathetic.

"Uh huh, I wanna taste you," Anakin's voice trembled with desire. "Everywhere. Mmph- your lips, your neck, your pussy, everywhere."

He couldn't help but wonder how you would sound, how you would taste, how you would react to his advances. His hand moved faster, his cock throbbing violently in his pants. He needed relief, needed you to stop teasing him.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me Ani?" you whisper, your voice dropping down an octave.

"I'll be anything you want me to be," Anakin panted, his voice hoarse with desire. "Just please keep talking." He couldn't contain himself anymore, his hand moving faster. "I'll do anything you say, just tell me what you want."

"I wanna hear you beg to cum." you demand as you begin to slowly graze your beating clit over your panties, soon dipping your hand underneath them to be met with your soaking cunt. "You're making me so wet Ani." Your fingers swirled little circles against your tiny bud, causing you to let out a small moan.

Anakin groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please, I need it so bad." He couldn't stand it anymore, he had to release the pressure building up inside him. "I'll be good I promise," he pleaded, his voice breaking. Anakin's heart stopped for a moment as he heard the wet sounds coming from the other end. "Are you touching yourself?"

"Mhm, feels so good." you moan as you curl your delicate fingers inside your drooling pussy. His cock jerked in his hand and  his mind filled with images of you fingering yourself.

"Ah- fuck." His hand moved faster, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He bit his lower lip, trying to control himself, but his body betrayed him. "I'm close, so close-" he panted. His hips rocked back and forth in sync with each stroke. and he could feel his orgasm building up, he knew it wouldn't be long now. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his breathing became shallow and erratic.

"Cum for me pretty boy, I wanna hear you." He couldn't hold it back any longer. With one last hard stroke, he came, his balls tightening and his cock spurting a warm stream of cum onto his blankets. He let out a loud groan, his entire body shaking with pleasure.

You can feel your own orgasm creeping up inside you as you vigorously pumped your fingers into your cunt. "Shit Ani 'm cumming!" you squeal. Anakin's eyes widened, a low growl escaping his lips as he heard you ride out your orgasm. His chest heaved, little beads of sweat trickled down his face as he tried to catch his breath.

For a moment, you both sat there, panting and recovering from your orgasms. Then, finally, Anakin found the courage to speak again. "We should... we should probably hang up, huh?" he said hesitantly.

"I guess we could," you chuckle at his awkwardness. "I'm tired now." Anakin smiled weakly, wiping away the remaining streaks of sweat from his forehead. "Yeah, I guess so," he agreed, his voice still hoarse from his orgasm. He looked at his watch, noting the time. "There's no way I'm finishing this paper tonight." He laughs at himself.

"Me neither, I'll do it eventually." you smile at his awkwardness, you always found it cute. "Will I be seeing you in Callahan's tomorrow?" you ask him, hoping he'll be there waiting on you with an empty seat next to his like always.

Anakin chuckled softly, feeling a bit embarrassed but relieved. He quickly cleaned himself up and took in a deep breath. "Yep, I'll be there," he replied, his voice steady once again. "Maybe we could grab coffee afterwards? If you're free, that is."

There was silence on the line before you spoke, but he hoped you'd accept his invitation. He needed to see you again, to be near you.

"That sounds great Anakin." you beam.

He smiled, grateful for the chance to talk to you without all the tension hanging over them. "See you tomorrow, then." he added, his voice friendly and casual.

You said your goodbyes and Anakin ended the call, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. As he hung up the phone, he glanced down at his sticky pants, a small smile playing on his lips. He couldn't wait for tomorrow's class.

[cosmicanakin]

thinkin' about nerd!anakin & popular!reader.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

you slip into the kitchen where anakin is bustling about working on some new prototype. sliding your arms around his waist from behind, you press a kiss to the center of his back between his shoulder blades. “how's it going in here, handsome?”

he turns with a brilliant grin, still tinkering as he talks. “just fine tuning some upgrades. got paired with lydia for the engineering project and she has some innovative ideas i want to test out. speaking of, i should give her a call and we can brainstorm some more.”

your smile falters slightly at the mention of lydia. you know she's a notorious nerd, just like anakin, but something about them working so closely together rubs you the wrong way. “right, your partner. do you have to call her right now?” you pout, pulling him in for an embrace.

anakin chuckles, nuzzling your nose. “yes sweetheart, we're trying to stay on track to finish early like the good students we are. don't worry, you know you're the only girl for me.” he pecks your lips softly before slipping from your arms to grab his phone.

reluctantly, you follow anakin to the couch and flop down beside him with a huff. his call connects and lydia's face popped up on the screen, pale skin and dark hair framed by thick glasses like usual. “hey anakin!” she greets excitedly, straightening her cardigan.

“hey lydia, y/n's here too.” he smiles, sliding an arm around your shoulders. you force a tight lipped grin and wave. lydia smiles politely in return but her eyes linger on anakin a moment too long for your liking.

“so, tell me more about these water filtration designs you were working on,” anakin prompts, always eager to delve into his passion. lydia launches into an enthusiastic ramble about her concepts that has anakin hanging onto every word with rapt attention.

you try to contain your rising irritation as they converse in advanced terminology far over your head. anakin's eyes sparkle with interest and admiration for lydia's brilliant mind and you feel increasingly out of place. her cheeks flush under his praise and gaze.

that's the final straw. subtlety clearly isn’t working so you decide on a new approach. shifting into anakin's lap, you drape yourself over him and start peppering his jaw and neck with heated kisses. he inhales sharply in surprise.

“y/n, wh-what are you doing?” he stammers breathily as you continue your affectionate assault. you raise your eyes to the screen and smirk at lydia, who watches with parted lips and pink cheeks of her own.

“sorry to interrupt,” you say feigning your innocence, grinding down into anakin’s lap. he suppresses a soft groan, hands coming to grasp your hips unconsciously. lydia averts her eyes, clearing her throat awkwardly.

“i can see you two are, uh, busy. maybe i should let you go.” she mumbles, shuffling notes in front of her screen. anakin nods frantically, eyes fuzzy with desire. “y-yeah, probably for the best. we'll, um, talk tomorrow lydia. bye!”

you end the call with a tap of your finger before he can prolong it further. capturing anakin's lips hungrily, you roll your hips firmly into his growing erection. he melts into the kiss with a whiny moan.

“fuck y/n, what's gotten into you? not that iʼm complaining,” he pants as you drag open mouthed kisses along his jaw. you nip at his earlobe teasingly. “just reminding you who you belong to, honey. now, shall we take this discussion to the bedroom?”

without awaiting his response, you tug anakin to his feet and backward down the hall. he obeys willingly, worshipping your neck and shoulders all the way. you push him down onto the mattress, quickly removing your clothes in a flurry.

anakin lays watching with blown pupils and parted lips, caressing the prominent bulge in his pants. “god, you're so beautiful.” you crawl over him like a lioness, pinning his body down and rocking your sensitive core against his clothed bulge.

“say it,” you command breathily. “say you're mine.” anakin moans at the delicious contact, already putty in your possessive hands. “i'm yours, and only yours.” satisfaction blooms in your chest at his submission.

you make good and sure to brand that fact into his memory that night, until he's left whimpering your name in a blissful puddle. no one, not even lydia, would ever come between you again if you had anything to say about it. this boy belonged to you heart, body and mind.

[bruisedboys]

thinking about how anakin skywalker is so casually dominant and as a result, you best believe you’re going to become a victim of his manhandling! like, you’re crazy if you think he’s not gonna pick you up and move you around all the time and whenever he wants!! and ngl he’s a kind of bossy and a tiny bit possessive … but only because he cares about you so much it hurts, and if anything happened to you he’d literally die ok please let him be. but the best part for anakin is, you don’t even mind it. on the contrary, you seem to enjoy it. it’s bad for his ego but he can’t seem to stop!! especially when you get all giggly and breathless when he does it <3

like okay .. he’s always extra needy for kisses from you right? but he’s just not very good about manners. he’s about to leave for a meeting with the jedi council and he’s standing at the door, with his arms crossed like, “give me a kiss before I go, doll.” you raise your eyebrows at him, and say in this sweet, lilting tone, “what was that? didn’t hear you use the magic word, ani.” and he rolls his eyes all the way up into his head, presses you against the wall with a hand on your shoulder, thumb pushing into your throat. “I said, give me a kiss. please.” and you beam at him, somehow completely immune to his intimidating presence and snarky tone. “okay, loverboy,” you’ll say, and get on your tiptoes to press a sweet kiss to his mouth. and he melts!!!!! he probably asks for another one before he leaves, and ends up late to his very important meeting <3

also! as mentioned, he’s kind of … possessive? but not in a creepy way!! just like. super overprotective and very easy jealous and wants everyone to know you’re his. to the point where you’re out for drinks with him and obi-wan, and anakin’s got his arm locked around your shoulders and he’s sending death glares to anyone who so much as looks your way. and obi-wan is all, “y/n … blink twice if you need help,” and anakin glares at him too, but you only laugh and nuzzle further into anakin’s shoulder. and anakin gets this smug look on his face as he rubs your bicep <3

he even does it in his sleep too! like it’s the middle of the night and you need to use the bathroom, but first you have to pry anakin’s arm off of you where it’s locked over your ribs. like he’s literally holding you down in his sleep somehow. and when you’re washing your hands he appears in the doorway, shirtless and grumpy, “what’re you doing?” he’ll mumble sleepily. and you’re like, “um, I’m using the bathroom? what does it look like …” and he just grunts and goes, “well, hurry, please. the bed’s cold without you.” and stalks off to bed. when you slide back in with him, he doesn’t waste a second in getting his arm around you and dragging you back into his side <3

he knows he can be bossy and mean sometimes and he’s trying to be better, he is, but you’ve never once complained and you’re so so patient with him it makes him sick. he just cares okay!! and if that means he gets a little bit overbearing at times then so be it, you don’t mind!!