#anakin skywalker prompt

[poguesprincess]

♱ ‧₊˚ cuddles with anakin skywalker aren’t exactly typical.

the boy struggles to contain himself. the minute you’re close in proximity, he feels the urge to bury himself in you as deep as he possibly can, nestle his fat cock in your warmth and use it as he pleases. and he does try, you have to give him credit, to appease you, when you beg him for cuddles. he just always seems to get his way. a tangled mess of limbs, he inches you slowly until you’re halfway on top of him, metal arm gripping the fat of your hip like a vice as he trails his fingers under your waistband. you can hear him mumble something about taking it off.

“no, ani. cuddles.” is all you muster, face pressed against his chest, voice light and airy from the way his ministrations tickle you. “please, baby, just— just the tip.”

you can’t deny him, especially not when he sounds the way he does, deep and gravelly and genuinely desperate for it. its not often anakin asks for things, yet alone so nicely. he maneuvers your leg over to the other side of his waist, metal fingers slipping past the barrier that’s your underwear, a soft and pleased grunt escaping him from the privilege of just touching you. he feels spoiled, truly.

by the time both of your clothes are discarded, and he’s hoisting your hips just above the tip of his cock, he’s already forgotten his promise, guiding your sinking hips down despite your protests, hips wiggling with anticipation, just so excited to finally be inside you again. he’s got you to the base, face buried in his neck, and he whispers to you as he practically massages his dick right where you need it most. “that’s it, let me take care of you. ‘know i said just the tip, but i couldn’t help myself. you’re not mad, are you?” while you’re practically a dummy on his flagpole of a cock, taking every one of his soft thrusts with gentle ah, ah, ah’s as you drool onto his chest. he caresses your hair out of your face, eager to see your expression as he makes you cum.

he rolls his hips up slowly one, two, three times, abdomen flexing, and its enough to make you shake on top of him, sputtering and babbling as your orgasm takes over, his thrusts even and unwavering as he fucks you through it, even as he chases his own high. he needed this to last as long as possible before you made him pull out of you again.

“ani— too much.” you manage, pushing yourself up against his chest as you try to run away from his dick, but he pushes you back down, “shh, shh, please, wanna cum inside. just let me stay inside.”

it was clear to you now, anakin was bad at cuddling, and keeping his own promises.

[fuckmyskywalker]

Pussy pleaser — Anakin Skywalker.

— CW: 18+, smut! Anakin eating pussy, Anakin worshipping it, fucking it, basically existing just to eat cunt. Slay. (I may have overused the word "pussy" but hey, can you blame me?). — BASED OFF THIS THOUGHT I HAD AFTER BEING SLEEP DEPRIVED. || WC: 1.2k – Not proofread :P.

— A/N: IMPORTANT! I tried not to use a specific pronoun to refer to reader's vAGINA because I know some people that wanted a larger version of this don't go by she/her pronouns! I hope I did it well and if I missed something please let me know! Your opinion matters to me 🫶🏻. Woops, what's missing here?! ;)

Anakin is an exceptional lover, but if there's something he lacks… is patience.

Especially when it comes to you.

After a rough day, after a good day, to cheer up after some bad news, to celebrate after some good news, after the council either scolded/congratulated him… Anakin always ends his day buried in between your thighs. It doesn't even matter how, if it is his cock, his tongue, his fingers— As long as your pussy is involved, he’s in, figuratively and literally speaking. 

But like I said, his patience is little to none, and it shows. Anakin will not only overwork you, overstimulate you and completely ravish your sweet pussy at any given chance, time and place— but he also will give you a short time to even accommodate and keep up with his passionate urges. His large hands start caressing your thighs, trying to hold himself back every time but failing miserably, he will pry them apart slowly, trying to savor the moment (mostly for himself), tracing your skin with practiced ease. He knows every curve, every freckle and mole, Anakin has memorized every inch of your body and he is proud to know what makes you crumble and beg for more. 

Anakin tries to be gentle, but having your heavenly offer just inches away within his reach and not be buried deep inside you is a crime. He licks your pussy until you have no idea if you are this wet because of the arousal he provoked on you or his own spit.

 Which, let me add to the list how disgusting he is sometimes: Anakin is filthy, and his devotion to you only seems to make his obsession even worse. One of his favorite activities is parting your lips with his thumb, before licking a long, lazy stripe from your entrance to your clit— and then spit right on your cunt. He will throb like a horny teenager, he will hump the mattress of the cheap beds in the Jedi Temple like a desperate bitch while watching how his saliva slides and mixes with your own wetness. 

Speaking of his obsession, Anakin lives, fights and comes back home every day for you, of course… but for your pussy too. His favorite breakfast, meal and dinner. His favorite treat and his favorite prize. 

Countless times you had laid down on the bed, legs open wide like a cheap whore from a dirty brothel straight from the most dark, disgusting corners of Coruscant, with his head buried in between them, tugging on his blonde curls moaning and grinding his nose against your clit for him to mumble something so quietly you mistake it with an insect flying across the room. 

“I missed you.” He whispered, his blown out irises fixated on your pussy. “My pretty thing.”

The first time it felt flattering. It was nice to know your boyfriend missed you so much. You ignored him, thinking he was just eager. 

The second time, it was the same.

Same quiet murmurs, same praises: “God, I can’t get enough of you…” Anakin had his eyes closed, sucking on your clit and pausing every now and then to whisper sweet words to you. 

Sure, to you.

Over and over, you gobbled up his praises, his need, his lust for you. Anakin had the power to push you to heavens, to reduce you to a blabbering puddle, to lit up your darkness fantasies, so why stop him? He sounds like he’s enjoying himself, and who are you to deny him such pleasure?

There's always a breaking point though.

Remember how I mentioned how impatient Anakin is? Well, this time it didn't worked on your favor. Instead of prepping your pussy, allowing you to have a nice, slippery stretch to be able to fit his thick cock without any discomfort, Anakin couldn't wait. It wasn't particularly painful, but a sharp sting was there, something momentarily but significant. Anakin bottomed out, groaning loudly at how tight your pussy was in that moment, his horny, selfish mind not being able to register his lack of consideration.

“You are tighter than usual.” He huffed, his fingers digging in the supple flesh your waist. You tried to protest, to tell him he didn't stretch you first, but he began to trust relentlessly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. 

Every complaint quickly died in your throat, replaced by moans of pleasure and delight. Even if it felt amazing, your pussy was still struggling to accommodate to his size, and Anakin, the little shit, was in heaven. 

“You missed me? You missed my cock pretty thing? Missed me using you like a toy?”

Despite your blissful state, something about his words just seemed… off. 

Almost as if he wasn't talking to you. 

Anakin’s hips slammed against yours again and again giving you no break at all. Your hands had to grab the edge of the wooden bed frame at some point, the discomfort of his girth now long forgotten. He hovered over you, staring at your pretty, glassy eyes, watching them roll back, silently beg him for more and then looked downwards, locking his devil eyes with your pussy. If there was something Anakin would never, ever, not in a million years get tired of, was the breathtaking view he had every time he had the privilege to witness how your tight little hole struggled to keep him inside, as if your delightful, hot cunt was desperately trying to keep him inside forever.

“Fuck… I missed you too, wish I could stay inside all fucking day.” His incessant gibberish began to have an effect on you, your hazy mind slowly putting the pieces together. 

“Anakin—” You called him with such a tone that he snapped out of his trance. 

“Yes?” He asked, not stopping his movements, just slowing them.

Next, a question you never imagined asking. Your sweaty, flushed face had a hint of confusion, a pretty valid confusion.

“…Are you talking to my pussy?”

Anakin froze, looking almost— guilty?

“What if I am?” He answered your question with another question, something you hated. 

“Anakin, answer the question.” You sighed, waiting for his answer as if you two weren't naked on his bed, him buried balls deep inside of you. 

Your boyfriend pouted, was he really throwing a tantrum? “Maybe.” He whispered. In response, you laughed quietly trying not to ruin the moment. It wasn't odd, probably a bit perverted and a bit— hot? The fact that Anakin was so in love with your pussy he treated it as if it was another whole being worth his wholehearted attention. 

“I think it’s… hot” Your words were followed by a shrug, staring at him, batting your eyelashes.

Giving him that look.

And if Anakin Skywalker isn’t the most patient person in the Galaxy, he certainly is the designated pussy pleaser of the Galaxy. 

He pounced again, wasting less than five seconds to resume his reckless assault on your poor, overworked pussy. “See?” He practically growled, his teeth sinking in his lower lip, curving into a wicked smile. “This tight, little cunt missed my big cock so much.” He is on full rampage mode, fucking you brainless. 

“Feel how I stretch your tiny hole, angel?”

“Look at you, is my cock too big for you?”

One hand let go of your hip, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks, breaking eye contact with your bodies merged into one and forcing you to look at him. His face was inches away from yours, his hot breath hit your face and a string of drool falling from his lips landed on your lower lip. The fire in his eyes was incomparable.

“This pussy belongs to me, not you, do you hear me?”

[aemvnd]

𝒶.skywalker. ┆ belonging.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ first time writing for anakin in a min …n yes it's a modern au . <3 be kind, pls. !!!

anakin skywalker is a naturally dominant man, and we all know that, but, when you're sitting in his lap, like just now, all pretty and your glossy lips all pouty and kissable, doe-like eyes all innocent and dreamy, anakin cannot help but want to have you, to possess you, to own you in every way possible—completely.

he craves you, desperately, day and night, every second of every waking moment, and his dreams, they're so vivid—they're of you, because of course they are, and you're so beautiful, so perfect, the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, or will ever know.

anakin knows he must have you, giving the sweet-smelling skin of your pulse point a soft, tender kiss, knowing you're a sensitive little thing, but he doesn't care, doesn't care that you whine and playfully swat at his thick, muscular arm, and he just wants you to understand, to understand that you belong to him—that you've always belonged to him.

"anakin," you mewl girlishly, so soft and sweet and naïvely beautifully, he cannot stand it, and he gives you a small, lazy smirk, his blue eyes sparkling as they slightly gaze down at you, watching you, watching your expressions as he wraps his strong, masculine arms around your waist, tugging you closer against himself on his lap, wanting to see how you'd react.

anakin loves your little reactions, always so shy and sweet, it makes him smile, how bashful you become around him, how you try to act as if your little cunt isn't quivering at just the mere sight of him, knowing your panties were already soaked with your sweetness, just waiting for him to lick you clean, happily and eagerly.

and anakin is more than happy to help you, to help relieve you, to relieve that ache you feel, and he wonders if you ever touched your sweet little pussy—good girl that you're, he doubts it, but he wouldn't know, you don't like talking about such 'naughty things' as you like to say, always too bashful around him to speak such lewd words aloud.

anakin has no such qualms, he enjoys discussing how he wishes to devour your sweet little pussy, to fuck you until you're numb and too dumb to speak, your limbs weak and needing his help to do basic things, like bring you snacks or bathe you—he'd do anything for you if you'd only ask, and even more.

"what's wrong, baby?" anakin croons lovingly, raising a large, tan-skinned hand and gently curling two long, calloused fingers under your chin, forcing your eyes to look up at him, making your belly flutter with a swarm of butterflies—and anakin cannot help but smile wolfishly, chuckling softly as he can feel the way your body trembles in his lap, needy and wanting, and if you'd only ask, he'd give you what you so desperately crave, what you need.

all you need to do is ask, and anakin skywalker is more than willing to provide that relief for you, in any way you desire—he is yours, yours to command, just as you belong to him.

[hanasnx]

oh pornstar ani how i’ve missed you

what do u think he’d be like with a virgin? do u think he’d like it or would he rather be with someone more experienced?

-🎀

MINORS DNI 18+

ADULTFILM!ANAKIN SKYWALKER prefers someone more experienced. There’s a frailty to a virgin that's difficult to get around, and since he’s impatient and far from a teacher, he doesn’t want to have to drag someone through the process. There's a lot of messiness that can come with being someone's first. Someone with experience can bring a lot of unspoken trust, professionalism, and conversation to the table which helps blend the pair together. Especially because Anakin has a nasty habit of taking things too far, he needs someone with the ability to say no in the moment before he gets carried away. It’s not that he hates virgins, dislikes them, or thinks they’re useless, he just prefers experienced co-stars.

However, there’s been an exception: you, a virgin porn-star. You’ve been laughed at in this industry, endlessly and you’ve learned to take the joke. A virgin porn-star sounds like an oxymoron if you've ever heard one. You do at-home stuff from the safety of your own camera and PC, stuff with anal beads and dildos you order off Bad Dragon. A live show occurs every so often. Of course you’re not an expert, but that’s the point. Your whole schtick online is that you’re clueless to angles, and performances.

Your comment section is a slew of dudes asking invasive questions. Do you have a boyfriend, are you waiting for your wedding day, does he know you do this depraved shit late at night for strangers to thirst over? Do you know that you're a minority here, that you'll never get farther than a glorified over-rated amateur? When will you lose your virginity and just get over with? But they're the same guys that jack off to your virtuous pussy on full display to the camera you bought with the money you made off this demographic.

No, you've never had a boyfriend, but that doesn't mean you can't explore yourself... Besides, you think it's fun that guys clamber to beg to be your first. One comment in particular had you thinking real hard. "You should film me fucking that pretty pussy for the first time... that'll get you a lot of views." When you'd started this account, you were sure you would've lost your virginity in the traditional way. Meet a great guy, go out, he sweeps you off your feet, and you go home with him, happily ever after. But you're getting along, and now getting it over with doesn't sound too bad, especially at the prospect of commercializing an asset you didn't realize you were sitting on.

So you campaigned it. You'd mention it any chance you got. On your profile, in your social media bios, in your videos, you let people know you were looking to break into the professional side of the industry. You didn't wanna be a virgin making home videos anymore, you want a job and you want your audience to pick who plucks that sacred coveted flower.

Until one day: "I've got a guy for you." You stare at that message a long time.

Anakin's not one to shy away from a job outside his comfort zone, especially when his director calls in a favor. So he helps you get situated as a courtesy, "This isn't like making your videos in your bedroom, don't be fooled by the pressure." His large hand takes yours and places it on his forearm, you try to ignore how thick and corded it feels under your palm as he pats it with your hand. "Give me a double tap like that if you need to stop. Anywhere you can reach." You nod, and give an uneasy look around the room that had a lot more people in it than you're used to, this is a set after all. You start to regret how famous your initial posts went.

"Hey." Firmly, he grips you chin, redirecting your gaze onto him. "Don't look at them, look at me. I'm the one that's gonna be inside you, alright?" His tone is perfectly casual, as if he's explained this a thousand times. You nod again. Why are you actually excited for this stranger to take your virginity?

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 27th

anakin skywalker x finger sucking

anakin was super observant by nature, being a jedi and all — so it wasn’t hard to pick up on your oral fixation.

“stop that.” he’d gently ease the pen out of your mouth as you follow beside him at the temple, struggling to keep up against his much longer stride. his voice is soft but stern as he confiscates the pen from you, tucking it into your pocket. “should i have purchased you a chew toy?” he remarks quietly, shaking his head.

anakin had decided it was ‘take your girlfriend to work day’ since lately you’d been worrying him. super quiet, yet super clingy — and above all, always chewing or sucking on something as you stare off into space vacantly, your number one tell when you were stressed or anxious. he couldn’t keep an eye on you when he was running his errands and doing his work at the temple, so he’d decided to bring you — shoving a holotablet and stylus into your hands and telling anyone who asked a vague tale around you being a ‘journalist’ permit to follow him around for the day and report his day as a jedi for some kind of political column.

of course, you were still refusing to talk to him about whatever was troubling you — but he knew you would when you were ready. in the meantime, you found new things to stick in your mouth — a few corridors later, it was your fingertip, lightly gnawing at the skin beside it as you follow your boyfriend closely, hazed out and brain a little fuzzy and submissive from the pressured mindset you were under. you were yanked from your thoughts when anakin huffed and forced your hand away from your mouth, gripping your wrist. “what’d i tell you, hm?”

his grip wasn’t painful or tight in the slightest but it startled you nonetheless, staring up at him with wide watery eyes and a puffy blubbery bottom lip. his chest deflates and he softens instantly, pressing his lips together as he looks around for any onlookers, not wanting to cause a scene. “alright.” he speaks calmly. “okay, c’mon.” he places a warm hand at the small of your lower back and guides you until he’s pushing you into a small meeting room with a desk and two large spinny chairs. he locks the door behind him and sits, pulling you into his lap.

you sniffle into his shoulder, gripping his robes tight and he nods knowingly, having been in this situation before. he knows it’s rich coming from him, but he wishes you wouldn’t let your emotions bottle up like this, unravelling at such an unfortunate time in public rather than the safety of your own coruscant apartment. “you’re okay baby. we’re all alone now, see?” he soothes you, letting you hiccup into him as he rubs your back, bouncing you like a baby because he just doesn’t know what to do with you.

you finally pull back, the sweetest sight to him — watery eyes, sniffly nose, trembling lips, brows all furrowed in a way that softened his toughened heart. “whats that look for, hm?” he sighs, warm breath on your face soothing you as he swipes your tears away with the pads of his fingers. he wipes beneath each eye, and then your nose on his sleeve before tracing his two fingers over your swollen lips. he didn’t think about it, was simply admiring you, but he didn’t miss the way your lips parted from instinct ever so slightly.

his eyes flicker up to yours, and then back down to your lips before pushing them in a little bit— just onto the flat of your tongue. he strokes your tongue with the rough pads of his fingers and your jaw slacks a little, tongue lulling ever so slightly, eyes fluttering and body starting to relax. “thats it.” he calms you, pushing his fingers in a little further, letting you wrap your lips around them. you suck, letting out a satisfied hum as you weakly grip his wrist in encouragement.

“yeah? that all you needed, sweet girl?” he leans back, taking you with him until your head is tucked beneath his, curled on his lap with his fingers in your mouth. “just so stressed aren’t you. just needed to suck on something. my good girl just can’t face all her problems today, hm?” there’s sympathy weighing down his voice and he rocks you a little, a small whimper of agreement leaving you. he massages your tongue once more and you drool a little on your chin.

“thats okay. we can stay here as long as you need, my love. i’ll make you feel all better.”

[prettybabyyyy]

modern!Anakin is so skater boi you can’t change my mind

[fanfic-obsessed]

Knowing

I have just had the worst, or best, brainwave and I need to share it. 

Here is an AU for you.

Vader thinks that he killed his wife and child, right?

Right up until he meets little Leia Organa when she is 10 years old. Like his one brain cell woke the fuck up when he was confronted with a passionate, angry little girl with Padme’s eyes and his chin. This is maybe a month after she was kidnapped and returned to Alderaan. Leia decides that she would need to learn how to be a senator and insists that Bail takes her with him to the next session of the imperial senate.  

Bail does not want to bring her to the imperial senate. However he knows very well who her birth parents were, it is either Bail brings Leia to the Imperial Senate or Leia brings Leia to the Imperial Senate, probably bringing with her someone she really shouldn’t (Like actual Obi Wan Kenobi-I just want you to picture for a moment, because Bail certainly did, looking up and realizing that Leia is charging down the halls outside his office, dragging with her a bemused and sandy Obi Wan, both in badly conceived disguises).

Bail is super stressed as he tries to run a rebellion while riding herd on his well meaning but very direct 10 year old daughter on top of his normal duties as an imperial senator. Bail is also very afraid that the moment the Emperor sees Leia, he will make the connection between Leia and Padme Amidala (The emperor does not socialize with the senate any longer, thank the stars). He has no idea that Vader was once Anakin Skywalker, so has no cause to be more careful than normal (because Vader) about Vader seeing Leia. As such Bail does not even notice when Vader stops to consider them from the shadows. Leia is haranguing another planet’s senatorial aide who had chosen the wrong moment to make a bigoted joke. 

Vader is very abruptly, though mentally, thrown back to this very hallway 12 years earlier where he watched his wife do the same thing, for the same reason, possibly to this same aide. Though Leia is still a child and Padme was an adult, he can still see his wife in this little girl.

The realization that this is Padme’s child hits him with the force of a Ventanor. Followed immediately, before he even realized that this meant that his child was standing in front of him, by the soul deep knowledge that she must be protected from the Emperor at all costs. 

Vader had known for years that his suit had been designed to cause him more pain, he just thought he deserved it. The thought of Palpatine getting ahold of Padme’s daughter was abhorrent. Vader sticks to the shadows and watches, seeing how well Bail loved and protected Leia. 

While he is thinking(read Obsessing) about his daughter, the part of him that is always centered on Obi Wan points out that his old master had been one of the last people to see Padme after Vader choked her. But the little voice that spoke in Padme’s tones piped up, the shock of Leia living being enough to finally make this little voice loud enough to be heard, saying that until recently Obi Wan believed that Anakin Skywalker was all the way dead, he was protecting their child as best as he knew how. 

And Vader has issues with just about every choice Obi Wan Kenobi ever made. But he will admit that hiding Padme’s daughter was the best option. 

As Vader knows that paying too much attention to Leia would draw the Emperor’s attention, he would be willing to wait until the right moment to get his daughter back. His one concession to his need to protect her was taking one of his personal guard, one of the few units still made up almost entirely of clones, and assigning them to be Leia Organa’s bodyguard, her shadow (I also want you to take a moment to consider what that did for Bail’s stress level).  And then Vader gets to planning. 

With his one brain cell awake and focused on the Organa’s it takes Vader all of 15 minutes to realize that Bail Organa is running the Rebellion (I want it to be clear, this is not a slight on Bail at all, Anakin Skywalker was a war general, well educated through the Jedi on a number of subjects, and does have a fair measure of politics learning from both his former master and his dead wife).  However Vader is no more loyal to the Empire than Anakin was to the Republic.  In fact, upon realizing that Padme’s daughter had lived Vader firmly decided that he needed to find a way to kill Palpatine to crown Leia.  With the realization that Bail, and likely Leia (neither Vader nor Anakin have any idea what activities are appropriate for a 10 year old), are part of the Rebellion, Vader decides that The Rebellion would succeed (or everyone would die trying). 

Note: Vader only really gets away with no one realizing that he now supported the Rebellion because, well, no one can quite believe that Darth Vader supports the Rebellion. Most people think there is a new type of Space Madness, and that one of the symptoms is hallucinating Darth Vader giving you intel for the Rebellion.

By the time Leia was a teenager, rumors abound about the odd way that Vader acted around her. By sheer happenstance (and some judicial violence on Vader’s part) these rumors had never reached the Emperor. A good deal of these rumors implied that Vader was looking to the Princess of Alderaan as a wife.  The reaction Vader had, the only time it was brought up in front of him, was…impressive, even for the amount of violence he normally dealt out. Still there are members of Vader’s personal guard who watch over Leia whenever she is on Imperial Center, and no one wants to repeat the time when she was 12 when one of Bail enemies tried to kidnap her for ransom.  It took an entire corps of engineers to put those levels back to rights (after they scrubbed the blood off).  

So we get all the way up to the timeframe of ANH. The Death Star in this does not start out under the control of Darth Vader. It starts out under the control of Tarkin, it is important to note this. Leia still sends out R2D2 and C3P0 to find Obi Wan Kenobi, none of that part changes. 

It is after Leia is captured that Darth Vader shows up (does he lurk silently in any system that Leia is due to be in as often as he can get away with…why yes, yes he does). Tarkin had wanted Leia tortured, however no one wanted to find out how many decks Vader would spread their entrails across for touching her.  Vader arrives on the bridge just as Tarkin is threatening to blow up Alderaan. Tarkin orders the weapon to begin its charge. 

Leia, Leia who is so like her mother in that she will use every weapon in her arsenal, turns to Darth Vader and speaks to him for the first time. ‘Please’ she said, no effort to hide her distress, ‘please save my planet’

Something Leia had no cause to know-An angel who she resembled once thanked Anakin Skywalker for saving her planet. 

Tarkin is dead almost before she finishes speaking. Vader orders the DS weapons to power down and disengage, which is done post haste. Then announces that Leia Organa was now in control. 

So Leia now owns a Death Star (genuine article-never used). Leia is not sure if that is how this works, but no one is arguing with the tall man in black who has OPINIONS and will enforce them.  Leia manages to communicate this to her parents, who take a shuttle up to the space station to figure out what the fuck is going on, and what, if anything, they need to do next.

Two hours later: Obi Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, R2D2, C3P0, and Chewbacca have just been caught trying to sneak onto the Death Star. The Organas are still on board, trying to get answers (In that time Vader has said precisely five words to them ‘You have raised her well’).  It is to this room that the troopers manning the station (who are deeply confused and a bit conflicted because it seems like they may have all been forcibly defected from the Empire, but no one is willing to disobey Lord Vader) bring Obi Wan and co. and present them to Leia, as she is considered in command.  Somehow Luke’s full name (I kind of picture him still dumbly introducing himself to Leia, followed with ‘we’re here to rescue you’) gets used before the situation deteriorates. Which naturally causes everything to deteriorate further and faster than before.  

Far away on Imperial Center, the Emperor pauses in the middle of a hallway ‘I feel’ he says to no one ‘a disturbance in the Force.’ another pause ‘like some shit has just hit the fan’

Far away on Dagobah Yoda looks up, ‘weird, shit just got’

[virahaus]

Based on my obikin thoughts HERE.

I simply thought of this and couldn't resist lmaooo you ppl in the tags just put it in my mind 😂

[yandere-wishes]

Has anyone ever noticed how the fandom interpretations of Anakin Skywalker, Eren Yeager, and Paul Atreides are exactly the same? They're all reminiscent of your typical 70's dopeheads but in a cuter more endearing kind of way. Oh, also they've all committed genocide...

[aq2003]

obi-wan 99 problems amv

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

We Come Back Every Time - Anakin Skywalker

A/N: I haven’t even watched Ahsoka, but all the clips of Anakin live rent free in my mind. Not gonna lie, this went in a completely different direction than I first imagined, but I’m not mad about it.

TS Prompt #4: Style

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader Word Count: 2.1k Synopsis: No matter how many times they say it's the last, Anakin and the reader always find each other coming back for more. (Warning: smut)

“And I should just tell you to leave, cause I know exactly where it leads, but I watch us go round and round each time.”

Midnight - the rain is pouring in Coruscant. The planet is weather controlled, and Anakin curses himself for not thinking to check it beforehand. But this far into the city, as far as he has come, he doesn't care.

His cloak is drenched by the time he arrives at your door. He knocks once. When the door opens, you are wearing pink pajamas and a scowl on your face.

"What are you doing here, Anakin?" you ask, tilting your head up to look at him, slowly, as if he is barely worth your time. The thought aggravates him in the special way that only you can.

"I know what we said last time," he says, his voice low.

"We said it was the last time," you say. Anakin laughs gently.

"And how many times have we done that?" he asks. You let out another annoyed sigh, but he sees the slight smile on your face. "Are you going to invite me in? I am dripping all over your hallway."

"You can come in but you can't stay," you say, swinging the door open. Anakin walks in, barely waiting for you to open it, because he already knows you will let him in.

"Oh, do you have other plans tonight?" he asks.

"It doesn't matter what my plans are," you say, walking into the living room after him. "We can't keep doing this, Anakin."

"Why?" he asks. He takes a step towards you, a smug smile on his face, but you turn away quickly.

"You took an oath, when you joined the Jedi. Each time we do this, you risk your place among the Order."

"Maybe I don't care about all that," he says, again moving closer to you, placing a hand at your waist. You look up at him with a disbelieving frown.

"Maybe I do," you say, and push him off gently. "I have my own future to worry about, too. My firm just took on another senator. If we got caught, it would be a scandal, and I could lose my job."

"We won't get caught. We haven't so far."

"It only takes once," you say with a sigh. He looks at you for a moment, then nods. He knows you're right. He's had this same conversation with himself each time he comes to your apartment.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"Don't be sorry," you say. And after a pause, "You look like you've had a long day."

"You could say that."

"Want to talk about it?" you ask, already moving to your bar cart to make him a drink. It's another rule violation, and he sees you pause for just a moment, but continue to make the drink.

"I had another activity in mind," he says. You let out a tut of laughter.

"Please don't sit on my couch," you say, stopping him in the motion. "You're wet."

"I noticed. If you want I can take this all off," he says, returning that smirk from earlier. You roll your eyes and swallow your own drink.

"How about just the cloak?"

"Sure," he says, slipping it off gracefully. Your eyes are on him, on the clothes that cling to his body. "Y/N?" he asks, and your eyes shoot up to his, caught.

"Yes?"

"See something you like?"

"You are so full of yourself," you say, rolling your eyes again.

"You think so?"

"I know so," you bite. Anakin smiles when he realizes you've moved closer to him.

"But you like it."

"I don't."

"You do."

"I don--"

"Just come here," he says lazily. You are breathing heavier, your chest rising and falling, and Anakin knows he's staring, too.

"You think you can just play these same games and I'll fall for it every time?"

"It's worked so far," he says. He's tired of waiting and takes a step towards you. You back up instinctually, and if he had any sense that you weren't completely into this he would walk away right now. But he knows that this is part of it, part of the dance the two of you do.

"You think you know me, but you--"

"Enough about what I think," Anakin says, moving so he's now directly in front of you. "What are you thinking right now?"

"I think you're incredibly cocky," you say, and he can see the hate flash over your face because it comes out in a breath. Anakin smiles, smiles because he knows, smiles in the way that makes you weak in the knees.

"I think for good reason," he says, his voice low. He takes a step and suddenly he's in front of you, towering over you. He looks down at you as your back hits the wall, and he can see the moment you no longer care about what's right and what's wrong. With a soft whine, you tilt your head and lock your lips with his.

Anakin devours you. His lips, tongue, teeth, all fight for dominance of your mouth as you squirm against him. The moans you make are fuel to him, fuel to keep going, to keep utterly destroying you.

There is a glass in your hand, and his Jedi instincts catch it before it shatters to the ground, your hands already pawing at his drenched shirt. He sets the glass on the bar cart and yanks open his shirt with a fist.

You pull away for air and look at his slick chest. There is hot desire in your eyes, and Anakin is of no mind to keep you waiting.

"If I take this all off, can we get on the bed?" he asks in a pant.

"Yes, fine," you say, kissing whatever part of him you can reach as he strips.

In a moment, he has you lifted in the air, your legs wrapped around him as he guides you towards the bedroom. He throws you down on the bed, and looks down at you in a surveying glance.

Your hair is spread out around you, your skin flushed. The pink pajamas you wear are wrinkled and half undone already, your warm skin peaking through the buttons.

"Isn't this so much better than arguing?" he asks lowly. You rise up on your elbows and look at him, disinterested.

"Are we doing this or not?" you ask.

"Oh, absolutely, I just needed to take you in first. Now that you've given in to what you want."

"Please shut up," you say. He laughs to himself as he crawls onto the bed, settling just above you, eye to eye.

"You seem angrier than usual," he says, his voice low. "I don't usually have to work this hard to convince you." As he speaks, his hand travels down your stomach, and slips into the waist of your pants. You breathe heavily when a finger of his slips beneath your underwear.

"It's nothing," you say, your voice heavy as his fingers works against you.

"Nothing?"

"That's what I said."

"I can stop, you know?" he teases, slowing his movements, but not removing his hand from you.

"You wouldn't."

"Tell me what's got you all worked up."

"You," you gasp.

"What about me?"

"Fuck, Anakin," you whine, writhing against him, "I don't want to talk."

"But it's so cute when you do, watching you struggle to keep your breathing even."

"You are an asshole, you know that?"

"I do. Tell me what's bothering you."

"I heard," you say, nearly crying as his forefinger circles the bud at the apex of your thighs. "That you've been seeing other girls."

"Seeing other girls?" he asks, a breath of a laugh. "I didn't peg you as the jealous type."

"More like I felt sorry for them."

"That's not what you felt."

"You don't know what I feel."

"I know what you're feeling right now," he says. His lips find the sensitive skin beneath your ear and your hips buck as he places a searing kiss. "Admit it."

"Admit what?" you pant. He has picked up his rhythm, and he knows you are close.

"That you're jealous."

"I'm not."

"Tell me or I won't let you come."

"I hate you," you groan, lifting your hips to try and increase pressure.

"Tell me." His voice is a whisper against your skin. He sees the gooseflesh appear and knows he'll get his way. He always does when he has you like this.

"Fine! I was jealous! Happy?"

"Very," he says, removing his hand and in the same motion, dropping down to replace it with his mouth. You cry out as his lips close around you and within moments, you are coming around him.

He watches you come down. The heave of your breaths, the muscles finally loosening. How could you ever stop doing this? There are so few joys in the Jedi order, and absolutely none of them come as close to this. To watching you come undone.

When you sit up, the frustration in your eyes has dimmed. Anakin thinks it will take at least two more orgasms to diminish it completely.

"There aren't any other girls," he says, scooting closer to you.

"I don't really care if there are," you say, looking up at him. He takes your chin in his hand and smiles gently.

"You do care."

"It doesn't matter if I do," you say, "Because this is the last time."

"How often do we say that, and how often do we come back every time?"

"This time will be different," you say, running your hand through his soaked hair, slicking it back.

"I don't believe that for a moment."

"And why's that?" you ask, your voice softening.

"Because this is too good. And because, I know, like you do, that we'll just keep going round and round in this dance, rather than leave each other forever." Your eyes search him for a long moment.

"I don't know that."

"You do. It's our style,” he says. You groan in annoyance.

"I don't want to talk any more."

"What do you want to do?" he asks, his hand trailing down to your hip.

"I want you to fuck me."

"I'll need more specifics," he says, his voice a tease. You roll your eyes again.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," you say, looking at him with that disinterested look again.

"Anything else?"

"As hard as you can."

He flips you over before you can even finish the sentence. Your pajama pants had been hiked around your knees, but he tears them off and onto the floor in a quick motion.

“This what you had in mind?” he asks as he aligns himself to your entrance. He waits until you are saying “yes” before he thrusts inside you. Your answer transforms into a moan as you take him in.

“Ready for me?” he asks. You grind against him, sighing contentedly.

“Yes.”

His thrusts into you are rough, just like you requested. His hands grip your hips, almost certainly leaving bruises. With every push into you, the only sound filling the room is the slap of your bodies and the moans you both make.

"Is this how you imagined it?" Anakin asks, his own breathing heavy.

"Yes, just like this," you pant.

“Do you think about it often?”

"I can't stop thinking about it. I can’t stop thinking about you," you admit. Anakin smiles. It is only in these moments, when he has taken you so fully, filled your body and your mind with only thoughts of him, that you finally let your true feelings show.

"Me too," he says. He again picks up his rhythm. His mechanical hand reaches around your waist and finds the sensitive flesh between your legs. He knows his touch is cold by the way your back arches.

In a few well placed strokes, you are coming around him again. Your walls tighten around him, and it is his turn to come, too. He moans your name and together you both collapse onto the bed.

He spares a glance over at you after he has calmed down some, and your eyes meet. You both let out breathless laughs.

"Why do we do this?" you ask.

"Because it feels good."

"No, why do we have to do the dance beforehand? And don't say it's our style," you deadpan.

"Maybe because if we admit that we like this, it would change completely," he says. You nod and look up at the ceiling. You are silent for a long time.

"Change it for the worse?"

"Maybe. Or maybe it'd be paradise."

"Paradise," you muse. "Sounds a little overrated." He laughs. “I guess I don’t mind our routine,” you say slowly.

“I don’t either,” he says, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and tucking you into his chest.

“But this is absolutely the last time,” you say, a devilish glint in your eyes.

“Oh absolutely,” he says, bringing your lips to his in a claiming kiss. “The very last.”

[poguesprincess]

content warning: cheating. i do not in any way condone or endorse this behavior. this is purely fantasy. i suppose this is sort of modern!anakin, but thats up to you guys.

♱ ‧₊˚ “don’t even think about answering.”

bent over his couch, anakin skywalker scowls disapprovingly while he pistons his dick into you. his metal arm holds you up by your hair as you stare at the incoming call from your boyfriend. ex-boyfriend. situationship? him. whatever it was. but, fucked out and still angry with him, you ignore the man fucking you from behind and click on the blaring green answer button. anakin swears from behind you.

it takes a second for you to say something. he slows his thrusts when the call connects, the stretch of his cock rendering you speechless. you can faintly hear him mumbling behind you, praises and insults and all that a man spews when he’s pussy-whipped and his dick is wet. “take this dick, baby, shit.” you’d roll your eyes at him if anything anakin related didn’t make you pathetically horny. it takes quite literally everything in you to speak, and your voice still shakes, “what the fuck do you want?”, and as if to spite you, anakin picks up the pace again. lip bitten, you turn back to look at him— the expression you flash him morphing from warning to pleasure, the moans and whimpers you’re trying oh so hard to keep in threatening to spill when the hand gripping your hair slides down your back and to your clit.

“i just wanna talk.” anakin sputters a short laugh. “are you with someone?”

you ignore his question, “now you want to talk?” the two of you go back and forth, and anakin props his leg up on the armrest of his couch to fuck you deeper. you were doing good until then.

“—cause you’re a fucking asshole, that’s— ah—“

your hand snaps over your mouth and the line quiets for a moment before it clicks for the boy on the other side of the phone what’s going on. “are you fucking someone right now?” anakin makes a point to thrust harder, and you mewl out a pathetic little “no?” as the hand on your clit speeds up, and you forget you’re supposed to be pretending you’re not getting your guts rearranged. you’re caught. you’re caught, but not an inch of you cares, not when you’re being fucked out for your life, pleasure rippling so intensely it makes your arms weak and you drop, held up only by one of anakins arms on your hip, your hand desperately pressed to his thigh. “ani, don’t fucking stop, oh my god!”

the call drops, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in your phone screen as a video call flashes in place of it. sweaty, panting, eyes crossed, skin rippling as anakin pounds his cock into you with no remorse, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. you look filthy. anakin is no help either, not with his unending comments. i fuck you better, don’t i, baby? he doesn’t deserve you. thats right, take it. been too long since you’ve had some good cock, huh? bouncing roughly with each of his thrusts, your head bobs as you search for eye contact with the boy behind you. you tremble as your orgasm nears, and your finger slips. you don’t hear whatever he’s screaming at you, not a single word, knees gravitating towards each other as pleasure takes over. anakin snatches the phone from you, panting from exertion, and makes a face as he peers down at the screaming man on the other end of the call. you claw at his thigh to try warn him, but your orgasm hits you too fast, too hard, and anakin revels in the thought that you’re cumming on his cock for someone else to listen to.

“do better next time, man.”

[fuckmyskywalker]

Yes here — Anakin Skywalker.

— CW: 18+, SMUT. Anakin is married and cheating on his wife. Secret affairs. PiV. Bit of dirty talk. Anakin is married to the wrong person.

— a/n: As usual, I don't know what I am doing. Anyways… cheating is wrong friends, don't do it. This is just fiction 👍🏻.

"Keep it down or I'll fucking stop" Anakin growls right in your ear, his cock buried deep from behind as he cages you against the wall of Senator Amidala's apartment.

"Anakin—" You gasp quietly, your body arching back, his toned clothed chest hotly pressed against your back. "Not here"

"Yes here" He replies with a wicked smile, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head so he can sink his teeth down your neck.

With every sharp thrust you feel the climax approaching your body like a tsunami. This is wrong, it's so wrong it has been going on for almost a year now.

Yet it's something so wonderful and delicious.

First of all, not only is Anakin fucking you raw against a wall, he is also doing it with his fucking wife in the next room who's peacefully sleeping, thinking the two mighty Jedis guarding her door are doing their nightly patrol.

He leaves a reddish mark on your neck, something that will be really hard for you to cover tomorrow, but Anakin doesn't care. He is a selfish, disgusting bastard who's trapped in an unhappy married and in love with the wrong person.

He is also the most handsome, beautiful man you had ever seen.

When the tip of his hard cock hits that right spot inside your dripping pussy, you choke a loud moan. Anakin growls again, half turned on by it and half annoyed. His leather covered hand releases your hair and clasps over your mouth, successfully shutting your noises. He knows you're close, he can feel it by the vicious grip of your cunt around his length, and it only spurs him, his hot breath tickling your ear as he murmurs an endless stream of profanities into it.

His hips continue their relentless assault against your ass, his pants pooling at his ankles since he is too much of a horndog he's unable to be alone in a room with you without burying his dick deep inside of you.

"Look at you filthy slut" He whispers and licks the shell of your ear, groaning at the tight grip of your sopping hole. He is absolutely addicted to your body, ever since he met you.

Anakin regrets every single day of his life his marriage; And it's clear by the way he is fucking you into oblivion. Anakin longs for you, in every way possible. Anakin wants you, and practically owns you.

When you come around him is like touching heaven, as your eyes roll back and your muffled scream is enough for him to reach his peak and spill his hot, sticky seed inside of you, filling you up to the brim.

He continues anyway, prolonging both of your orgasms until it it literally hurts.

Although, ever the gentleman he helps you pick up your loose pants, securing the belt around your hips and leaving his hands on top of them as he spins you around and kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth and exploring it at his will.

He stuffs himself back into his black robes, guiding you to the couch of the spacious living room. Anakin smiles when you lay down, recovering from the adrenaline and the rush of your secret affair. Anakin sits down next to you, brushing your hair and kissing your cheeks, your lips, adoring the post orgasmic glow on your face.

"I love you" He whispers against your lips, his flesh hand tracing patterns on your bare arm.

"I love you" You whisper back, your eyelids feeling heavy after days of three hours of sleep and a long day of patrolling around the city.

Anakin lets you rest on his shoulder, as he brushes some hairs away from your face sweetly.

He could stay like this for hours, just admiring you.

The door of the main bedroom opens slowly, as the familiar brown eyes of the woman he is tied up with peeks from behind.

"Hey" Padmé says in a hurried whisper, careful not to wake you up. "Is she okay?" She asks.

"She's just tired, don't worry angel" Anakin replies in a low voice, careful not to wake you up. "Everything is okay, I'll wake her up in a few minutes"

"Okay" Padmé nods and pushes her long braid away from her bare shoulder. "Be careful, I love you" She adds before closing the door of her bedroom.

Anakin just smiles, his hand coming up to your face and caressing your cheek. His blue eyes look intensely at you, admiring every freckle, mole and curve of your face. You look absolutely breathtaking. He feels his heart bursting with joy next to you.

"I love you" He whispers, but this time, is aimed to the right woman.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes!

[corvidscreams]

Day 5: Recess Don’t worry, the adults are supervising. Mostly. (Prev/Next)

[hanasnx]

mmmm what do you think of reader who’s shy to look in anakin’s eyes while he’s all about eye contact and forcing her to look at him as he’s fucking the life out of her 👀

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MINORS DNI 18+ PART ONE ✩ PART TWO NOTES: so. i love this prompt sm bcos i rly believe ani has such a need for eye contact in his life in general and it’d def translate into his sex life ughhh

! ── for anakin, eye contact is very important. he’s one of those people that doesn’t remember to avert his eyes, and makes people uncomfortable with how unwavering his gaze is. how it holds, and how it bores. if someone’s talking to him, he tries to look into their eyes because it’s a sign of respect for him. if he doesn’t like somebody, if they annoy him or he can’t stand their vibe or their opinions on things,, he rarely looks them in the eye. does anything to avoid it really.

! ── so that sense of need for eye contact translates in his sex life. if hes doing you, he likes positions that allows him to see your face. missionary variants, mating press, sitting on his lap or riding him, standing over you while youre on your back and taking him,,,, (ofc he loves other positions, but these are the ones that matter to this prompt rn)

! ── he’s such an intense person. he’s so severe and possesses such a heavy presence. intimidating, and daunting sometimes you get overwhelmed looking at him. a victim to his gaze that you lose yourself in, and you constantly worry you’ll remain there forever. so you avoid it, especially in public, or you’ll be hopelessly entranced where anyone could see.

! ── anakin doesn’t realize that, and only sees that you avoid his eye contact. to him, it’s suspicious, it’s disrespectful, and he doesn’t care for it at all. by you evading it, you don’t understand how it makes him feel. which is all the more reason to demand it from you when you’re alone together.

! ── you’re so vulnerable. completely bare, so enraptured you can’t even think. how could you consider looking at him now? its like youre embarrassed to share such an intimate moment with him

and he’s tired of it. “look at me.” he tells you, while he’s balls deep in you. you can’t answer. “i want you to look at me.” another plea, as if giving you a reason would be enough for you to comply. unable to even consider the notion, your brain is filled only with warm goo oozing around with each thrust. how could you form a thought?

so he helps you focus. his hand grabs your face so harshly, pinching your cheeks together, pursing your lips. your eyes fly open at the ache in your jaw, and you’re met with your vision consumed by him. boring into your gaze with his own, directing you by his hold on your face to watch him through your brows. “i said, look at me.”

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 19th

modern!anakin x phone sex

anakin wasn’t really one for phone sex. if he wanted you, he’d drive the distance just to have you squirming beneath him — but sometimes, life happens. in this case, you were on vacation with your friends, and you could feel yourself growing needy.

it had only been a few days and you’d missed him. you were having a great time with your friends, sipping cocktails and hanging around all day in a bikini, but seeing couples at the beach, canoodling in the ocean together would occasionally etch a pout onto your face, wishing you had your own man here with you.

you’d said goodnight to your friends four nights in, a little tipsy from the hotel cocktail bar, skin warm from being in the sun all day. you finally reenter your lone hotel room and lock the door, readying yourself for your nightly bedtime phone call. he’s an hour or so behind, so he’s usually a lot more awake than you are.

it doesn’t take long for the conversation to shift, only one thing on your mind.

it starts when you’re forwarding the pictures you took that day across to him, images appearing on his screen of you looking soft and touchable in your bikini, the colour glowing against your skin — and if you squint, nipples pebbles beneath the triangle bra.

“pretty baby. that’s a nice bikini.” you hear the smile in his voice when he receives them. at the praise, and the remaining alcohol still buzzing around your body you snuggle down further into the bed, biting your lip feeling warm and affectionate. you can hear him moving about his room, perhaps tidying or looking for something and you close your eyes, trying to imagine him at home.

“wish you were here to take it off me.” you groan quietly, and you hear his movement stop — a few seconds of silence as he registers your mood. after a beat, he speaks with a slow smile and something of a cautious tone.

“you feeling good, sweet girl? you had a lot to drink tonight?” he questions, never wanting to take advantage.

“not a lot, i swear — i just miss you ani… and i miss your…” you cut yourself to giggle, not quite brave enough yet to say something so vulgar. you can practically hear the amused expression in his tone when he retaliates, and you hear the bed creak as he drops back onto it, halting his tasks to focus on you.

“miss my what? go on.”

you bite your tongue to stifle your giggle before responding. “miss your cock.” you brave, wedging your fingernail into your mouth. he relaxes, taking control of the situation as usual.

“yeah?” he cooes before tsking at you through the phone. “on vacation with your friends and all you can think about is getting dicked down? c’mon baby, what would they think?” he pretends to scold you and you roll onto your front, feeling your body get hot in embarrassment at the fake scolding regardless. you whine into the pillow before lifting your head to respond.

“its not like thaaaat, i just keep seeing couples at the beach and… s’not fair— just want you to be here so you can pull my bikini bottoms to the side in the ocean and — and no one would have to know—”

“shh, shh— alright baby. gonna work yourself up.” he chuckles, adjusting himself in his grey sweatpants he was just lounging in at home. “are you laying on your back for me?” he soothes and you huff, breathing suddenly a little shaky as you roll back to where you were facing the ceiling.

“mhm.”

“good girl.” he speaks slowly, giving your body time to react. you sigh hard at the praise, melting into the hotels bedsheets. a little whimper leaves you, but you’re unsure of whether or not the mic picks it up. “are you wearing anything?” he knows he’s greedy, but he’s already palming himself a little.

“no, just had a shower and got on the bed when i came back to my room.” you huff, eager to get to the good stuff.

“mm,” he thinks. “i think it’s a good thing i didn’t come on this trip, y’wanna know why?”

“why?”

“because the room next door would be making complaints to the reception about our headboard banging against their wall all night. all your friends would find out they invited their sweet little friends nasty boyfriend along just for him to fuck her silly every night. would be so embarrassing for you, baby.” he speaks so softly, so sympathetically your stomach twists and pussy aches.

“ani.” you whine, fisting at the sheets squeezing your thighs together. you don’t even think about touching yourself yet, it’s so ingrained in your brain that you need direct permission.

“dont tell me that’s making you horny, pretty girl.” he smiles wide, pretending to be scandalised. you wished he’d stop teasing you, but at the same time you enjoyed every moment. “am i getting that pretty pussy all wet? hmm?”

“mhm, want you to… ugh.” you sigh in frustration. luckily, he finishes the sentence for you instead of forcing you to repeat yourself coherently.

“want me to come and fuck it? wish i could baby, wish i could. we’re gonna have to make do tonight, think you can do that?” he asks like you’re dumb and you nod for a few seconds before realising he can’t see you.

“mhm, yes.”

“thats my clever girl. want you to spit on your fingers, can you do that now?” he directs and you waste no time, bringing your pointer, middle, and ring finger to your lips and drooling on them sloppily. you make a noise to signify it’s done, and he speaks again. “open up those legs for me and rub yourself just like i do. can you remember how i do it?” he speaks calmly, tugging his sweatpants down and letting his cock spring up against his stomach, spitting in his own hand.

“i think so.”

“i think you can too. you’re my smart girl, remember?” he praises and you shudder, doing as he says. you bring your wet fingers to your clit and hump against them, spreading your saliva through your folds and mixing it with your arousal. you whimper, and wince through your teeth. “yeah? how’s that baby? talk to me.”

“feels nice. not as nice as your fingers.” you comment wistfully, wet noises filling the room as you stroke your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i know, sweetheart. it’s not gonna be.” he hums, fisting at himself as he listens to you moan and breathe, deciding to help you along a little more. “you wanna know what i’d be doing if i was there with you?” he offers and you jerk against your own hand, already growing sensitive from your need.

“tell m-me.”

“please.”

“please.” you correct.

“well, i’d have your knees up by your chest, have you on your back letting me do all the work just like i know you like it. just slowly fucking you deep like that, letting you feel that little bulge in your tummy. remember the first time i made that happen, beautiful? had you crying and soaking me so fast, was so sweet.” he reminisces and you speed your movements, panting as you grow more desperate.

“want that so bad!”

“only a few more days and you can have it. you gonna try and put some fingers in now, baby?”

of course, you do as you’re told.

requested tags : @hanasnx @jellydodger