#stripper!anakin

[hanasnx]

I got something for you, Magic Mike Anakin

oh?????

oh really?????

alright so i’ve seen both magic mikes and i gotta say i like the second one better just cos its about men exploring positive masculinity and pursuing their passions for fun instead of profit. also “the kid” annoyed the hell out of me, so did his sister. and ill be honest amber heard’s character in xxl annoyed me too :/ its a give and take really.

i did like XXL a lot because of that groom scene?? hello??? it was with “big dick richie” and it was the only dance that made me have a physical reaction. i was so skdjksjd heres the link

☥ its so very anakin coded to me for some reason. like he’d totally lean in to say something naughty in your ear after you were just “married” and brings you to the stage.

picks you up and hooks his arm under your legs effortlessly

sit you down into the sex swing. chain up your legs. whipping his tie around like he would actually whip you with it given the chance.

picking himself up like that using the bars and pretending to fuck your face. hanging upside down to shake his hair out over your crotch and tickle in between your legs.

☥ this scene had so much good energy to me it looked so fun and juxtaposed the idea of you either get one or the other when you marry— you get a gentleman that marries you and treats you right, and a freak that treats you like the slut you are when its time to consummate the marriage. very anakin

☥ i know ive talked about anakins character not being very sexual unless hes with a person he really likes, but who says this dance cant be between him and you aka his lover?

also i love the idea of a demisexual stripper that just shatters a harmful stereotype “if youre a stripper you must love sex right?” “im basically asexual” “oh” sumn about it scratches my brain

☥ anakin running around with his 501st crew to dance for fun and have beach parties and compete in a drag bar for cash bcos you only live once. he’d definitely be the thrill seeker of the group and the guy that does the most stunts just cos he can. like sets up the stage to like do a bunch of flips through hoops of fire ?? he has no sense of self preservation!! hes doing it!

☥ the way he’d be able to move his hips skfjddsfklj plsss. hed be so fluid and we all know hes already jacked. one of his hobbies is def working out and dancing like this requires a lot of work and training!

☥ not to mention those hips would be amazing in bed,,,,, aye yai yai. he’d push and pull and direct you and position you like a rag doll— hit spots inside you you never thought possible. make you clutch the sheets and drool all over yourself.

☥ he’d revel in the attention tbfh he loves making ladies feel special

☥ he’s probably a fan favorite just because of his personality. also theres a big air of mystery surrounding his scar that only adds to his sex appeal

☥ eeee imagine him flirting with you after the event like “you like what you see? interested in a private show?” he’d be such a tease

☥ he honestly would use any excuse to wear less clothes

[erosmutt]

need Anakin to strip for me fr 😩

[fuckmyskywalker]

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞! — 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫.

18+ smut, stripper!reader x dilf!anakin, age gap, lap dance, mutual masturbation, fem!reader/afab!reader | word count: 2.8k (not proofread).

Everyone say "thank you Anya".

After a nasty divorce, Anakin Skywalker wanted nothing to do with dates— let alone random hookups. Call him outdated or old-fashioned, but Anakin firmly believed in marriage. Maybe he just had bad luck. He has better things to worry about! His children, his company, his 850 credit card score, and… keeping up with his overly cheerful assistant.

Who somehow, managed to convince him to visit the best nightclub in town— and by nightclub, she meant strip club. 

Standing outside the bright building, Anakin wondered how many neon signs were too much. He flickered his cigarette with his thumb, dialing his assistant’s number and watching the ashes fly with the wind, he just wished his hopes didn’t fly that easily. After a few rings, she picked up. “I’m here,” Anakin informed her, feeling as if he was about to start a super-secret mission and he was calling HQ. Lisseth is right, he stays too much at home watching cheesy, 90s TV shows. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

“Is it obnoxiously bright?” Lisseth asked from the other side of the line, and Anakin discerned the faint click of a lighter. 

“Yes.”

“Then you’re in the right place.”

“Can you repeat why am I here again?” Anakin asked, rubbing his forehead and throwing the cigarette away. 

“Because you are lonely, divorced, and old?” His assistant replied, presumably smoking as well.

“I should fire you.”

“But you won’t,” He didn’t have to see her to know she was smirking. Lisseth was right, she was one of the few people besides Obi-Wan Kenobi— his business partner— who dared to say things straight, and people like that were a nice change in a world where everyone fights for your favor. “Go inside, give it a chance. You deserve a change of scenery. I know you are the committed type. Give yourself a chance.”

Anakin hesitated again, just like he did when he agreed when the young woman texted him the address, and when he called the cab. He had no idea why she would suggest this place from the many—many strip clubs in the city, but he knew better than to question her. He looked around, it was not like he would care if someone recognized him— he just… didn’t want to be recognized. Big difference, or at least that was what Anakin kept repeating.

“Hello?” Lisseth said which brought Anakin back to his senses. He was overthinking it. How can you overthink walking into a strip club? Men do it all the time! “Are you alive?”

“I am.”

“Good. Now get inside, I think there’s an ATM next to the bathroom. I don’t remember— and dial me if you need anything, I’ll try to stay awake.”

Anakin hung up the call, taking a deep breath and pushing the black door open. Multiple times he had heard his associates talk about this place; how the drinks are great and the girls are better— which perhaps was a reason why Anakin was so reluctant. If a married man found this place appealing, he couldn’t imagine what it would have in storage for a divorced man. 

Inside the club, the neon lights were far worse. His eyesight wasn’t bad but the dazzled effect was overwhelming. Anakin fought the urge to rub his eyes, he didn’t want to look that old— so he just brushed the wrinkles off his suit and approached the bar. The bartender eyed up curiously but simply greeted him. The place was crowded but it was somehow comfortable to navigate, he saw a few girls but he felt somewhat strange to stare at them for long. He wasn’t in his twenties anymore— he wasn’t able to see them as a piece of meat like he used to (last time he did he got his first and only wife knocked up).  So he just thanked the bartender for his whiskey and took a long sip, hoping it would ease the knot in his stomach. He was a fast drinker, and he was halfway done with the glass when he heard a voice behind him and a soft tap on his shoulder.

“Is this seat taken?”

Your hand on his shoulder was gentle, but Anakin was aware of the salacious undertone in your voice. It was all fake, part of your job. Looking over said shoulder, his blue eyes met your face, and probably for the first time in your life working in the strip club— you found yourself speechless. You have never seen eyes in such a shade of blue, so deep and so easily to lose yourself in. Your glossy lips went dry for a second and you weren’t sure if he felt the same. 

“It is not,” He replied, grabbing your hand and guiding you to the empty stool next to him. His hand was strong and warm, too polite for a man who was here to watch women half naked. You took a seat next to him just like you intended but your demeanor switched, which was something that surprised you. The blonde stranger didn’t seem to notice it, he knows nothing about you. For the first time, that has worked in your favor. “The name’s Anakin.”

He let go of your hand and you found your finger twitching against your bare thigh. You gave him your stage name and he simply smiled back, bringing the glass up to his lips. You leaned closer, placing your trembling hand on his thigh and squeezing it softly, noticing how his eyes drifted down to your cleavage only to go back to your face. “What brings you here, handsome?” The usual repertory was filled with cheesy phrases, sweet talk, and 101 manipulations. Emptying a man’s wallet wasn’t a hard thing, or at least after months of practice it no longer seemed like a challenge.

“I assume the same as every man here,” Anakin replied, tilting his head and maintaining eye contact. He was good, he must be an orator or something. Not everyone can stare into your eyes when your tits are literally out. “But being honest, a… friend of mine insisted.”

“Well, then you have a good friend,” You smiled, thanking whoever pushed him into your arms— even if you already knew the culprit. “Is there anything I can help you with?” Your fingers play with the hem of his white button-up, tapping your nails over the ironed fold. 

“I have a few ideas,” He lowers his now empty glass, licking his lips. A simple act shouldn’t excite you but Oh it does. He looks like the type of guy who knows how to please a woman and the type of guy to rock your world…

Too bad that’s against the club’s guidelines.

“Such as?”

Anakin seemed to fall under your sultry voice, smirking and bringing his face closer to yours. You thought for a moment he was going to kiss you, but he just whispered in your ear. “I’m sure you know what I want, and I’m sure you are tired of small talk. Do us a favor and tell me what I can and can’t do.” 

This was the second time in the night you found yourself speechless. Normally you are the one being straightforward, so why is that handsomely old man doing your job? Unbeknownst to you, Anakin’s heart was racing inside his chest at light speed. It has been years since he last flirted with someone, let alone a stripper— so he felt quite rough around the edges. It seemed to be working, or at least you faked it really well. Anakin’s charm never faded, even if he wasn’t fully aware of it. His bright smile and those wrinkles around his eyes… he could easily be your dad, which shouldn’t be as hot as it sounded. You ran your fingers through his blonde hair, silky and smooth. God, there’s nothing hotter than a man that takes care of his appearance. 

“Follow me then,” You manage to say through the loud heartbeat that drowns the loud music around you. You have done this countless times, but this was somewhat different. Why were you acting brand new? Get a damn grip. “You seem like a man who can afford our special treatment.”

Anakin chuckled, he never thought getting robbed would be so sexy. “Do I look special? Or do you say that to every guy?” He followed you anyway, surprisingly lacing your fingers together. His eyes never left yours, not even when other girls and dancers called for him. 

“Believe it or not, you look special.”

As you guided him inside the farthest room in the hallway, you locked the door and kindly settled him on the large sofa against the wall. There was a bed in the center of the bed and a pole next to it, but mostly for decoration. Not everyone had the privilege to fuck, lucky ones got to touch— but Anakin looked like he could win the lottery. This time he eyed you up and down, relaxing over the velvety cushions and spreading his legs. You’ve seen men sit that way countless times yet the way he did it was abysmally distinct. He had an air around him that no one could match and it truly excited you. Time wasn’t really a problem in this room, and he looked like someone who could treat themselves. The treat is a lap dance, of course. 

You picked the music, and that was the only thing that fitted into your routine. The top piece of your heels sank into the fluffy carpet as you made your way back to him, deliberately swaying your hips. Comfortably, you straddled his lap, lazily draping your arms over his shoulders. Anakin’s hands touched your hips and you were about to warn him about the rules… but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at that moment. 

“You’re beautiful,” He whispered, his voice already hoarse. How long has this man been pent up? Only God knows. You giggled and began grinding against him, running your hands up his shoulders and cupping his face. Anakin’s eyes left your breasts to meet yours, lidded eyes heavy with ecstasy that the erotic dance brought him. “So fucking beautiful…”

His presence was starting to be a problem, at least for you. You couldn’t look away or stop your hips from rolling over his growing erection. It was highly unprofessional, even for a stripper but you’ve done worse things— to uglier men. Anakin hissed when you fully sat on top of him, and the grip on your hips tightened. The song changed and neither of you was aware of it. 

Returning your hands to his shoulders you used them as leverage to move, basically humping him without realizing it. You could lie and say this was part of the dance— but in reality, your body was moving on its own.

“Can I touch you?” Anakin requested, huffing and lifting his hips. His cock was aching but not fully hard yet. The right answer was to say no… so your hands reached for his and placed them over your chest. He sighed in clear contentment and cupped your tits, jiggling them softly and running his thumbs over your nipples, teasing you until they peeked underneath the sheer fabric of your lace bra. 

The urge to thank him was very, very present. Words failed you as he lowered the cups of your bra, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his eager mouth. Instantly, you tugged on his curls, just noticing the silver strands. He groaned against your flesh, tugging on your sensitive bud with his teeth and guiding you with his free hand. The dance quickly turned into a session of dry humping— not that you had any complaints. 

Anakin then cupped your center, rubbing his index finger through the thin thong and pushing it to the side. Everything was escalating too quickly and you needed to even it out— mostly to defend your pride— so you quickly unbuckled his belt, and Anakin didn’t even flinch. The tip of his finger ran through your folds and quickly found your clit, faster than any other man you’ve been with. You gasped, yanking his black boxers and biting your lip when you saw his cock. He was fully hard now and it looked like it fucking hurt. Above than average was your first thought, followed by the incessant desire to have him stretch you. From zero to a hundred, probably. Your hand looked tiny around his shaft, which sent a thrill of excitement down your spine. Anakin rolled his eyes and jerked his hips, silently asking for more. He circled your clit with practiced ease and that confirmed your suspicions— he is the type of man who knows what he’s doing and how to do it. 

“Are you always this wet for your clients or am I really special?” Anakin taunted you as if he wasn’t the one paying for the fucking lap dance. To confirm his accusation— because yes, it was an accusation— he sank a finger inside you, curling it softly and rubbing your walls at a slow pace. “I’m starting to think you don’t do this for everyone.”

“I don’t,” You choke, panting and determined to not be left behind. You began jerking him up at the same speed he fingered you. “It takes two to tango, you know?”

Anakin laughed. He dared to laugh. God, this man… “You are feisty, I like that.”

The damned butterflies returned, this time fluttering around your stomach and your pussy. Anakin was good at this. He wasn’t the average pathetic man who couldn’t understand the touch of a woman, nor an ancient dinosaur that was cheating on his wife and shamelessly rocking their wedding band as they threw dollars to your feet. No, he was one in a million. He noticed your silence and took advantage of your blissful state, adding a second finger and scissoring them inside you. If you knew better you would’ve thought he was stretching you. Stepping up your game, you stroke his cock faster, bringing your free hand to your mouth to spit on it, using both hands to touch him. 

That seemed to be a weak spot for him, and you actually heard him moan. It was a raw, guttural groan that made your pussy clench around his fingers. Looking down, you saw the wet, throbbing head, now glistening with your spit and the smeared precum. You could swear he looked thicker— or maybe it was your burning delirium for having him rearranging your guts. 

He wasn’t one to back up from a clear challenge, so he rubbed his fingers against your G-spot repeatedly, pressing tight circles over the spongy spot. Your hips jerked just like he did moments prior and for the first time in a while, you moaned someone else’s name. Anakin seemed to be pleased by your reaction and continued it, exclusively stimulating that spot that built up the recognizable pressure in a matter of seconds. 

“I’m gonna come,” You whimpered, closing your eyes. Anakin’s jaw clenched at the way your pussy sucked his fingers. Would you suck his cock with your velvety walls the same way? “Please, don’t stop.”

“Hold it,” He hissed but it wasn’t a request or anything. “I want to do it with you.”

You held your breath, flicking your wrist up and down, moaning repeatedly at the expertise of his touch. The knot in your lower stomach threatened to snap and holding it was borderline painful. The loud squelch of your cunt made the music surrounding you irrelevant, it was new music that was indeed expensive but— pornographically beautiful. Anakin hung his head back with a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. His scent was intoxicating, the mixture of his— surely fucking expensive— cologne, aftershave, and salty sweat was drowning you in a needy mess. Dragging you down to his spell when it was supposed to be the other way around. 

“Do it,” He urged you, repeating it over and over. His hard cock twitched in your hands repeatedly until he groaned loudly and his release crashed with yours. “Come for me— come on, princess.” 

Your walls gushed around his fingers, coating them in your own arousal seconds before his cum landed on your hands and your thighs— some on his thighs too. You called his name again, this time in a high-pitched moan. Anakin continued until you were on the verge of tears from the overstimulation, absentmindedly jerking his cock again as it started to soften in your hands. Your sweaty bodies were a mess of combined fluids and… broken rules. 

You were in so much trouble.

“See what special guests get?” You painted, finally retrieving his hands from his dick and fixing your bra. “You should be thankful.”

“Oh, believe me. I am,” Anakin purred, grabbing your hips and yanking you closer, finally pressing his lips against yours. “Hope you have a better treat for regular special guests.”

You really, really needed to thank homegirl for bringing him here. 

[weixuldo]

No Attachments pt 3

Jedi! Anakin x F/Dancer!Reader

a/n: sorry again for such the long wait!!! I might as well put "random posting schedule" in my bio haha- thanks for stickign with me thought guys, these stories really make my day and I love hearing from and interacting with you all!!

NSFW

Fantasies become realities

Warnings: cursing, p in v, smex, blowjobs, no protection (BE SAFE), anakin is a little bit of a perv, exhibitionism, voyurism, horny thoughts, reader referred to as a stripper

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Anakin’s ears perked up once he finally heard the door opening- this was it…

He couldn’t blow it.

Before you even entered the room you could sense the anxiety trickling off of the Jedi; it was sweet- he was so nervous, just for you. 

“Hello stranger” you said as you pressed yourself against the door, closing it with a smile. 

“U-uh Y/N! Hello” he stumbled. 

Never had he been so incredibly clumsy- he knew he was better than this (if he was bold enough to jerk off to the memory of you, why couldn’t he confess some simple feelings?). Something about having you alone, while he was not on business…here… made his chest tighten. 

He sucked in a breath before continuing, “How’ve you been; It’s been a while hasn't it?” he asked, shifting in his seat. 

You giggled and plopped down on the couch opposite of him and crossed your legs. 

“It has been awhile- you didn’t just book the most expensive room in the club to catch up though, did you?” your voice lowered an octave as you watched him sweat. 

“Well, no- I just didn’t know how to get a hold of you. I just wanted to talk” he said softly. 

“About what?” you asked, leaning towards him and allowing your robe to slip off of your shoulder. 

You had an idea of what he wanted- you saw how he looked at you on shift when he was posted at the club.

You heard him in the refresher begging for release, you felt the tension in his force signature. You knew he had creamed just by imagining the chance to fuck you. 

You were glad to oblige in these scenarios- he was handsome and you did really like him after all.

Sadly you had to remind yourself not to get attached; all he wanted was to fuck, he didn’t care for you, he cared for your body. Plus- Jedi were not allowed to have attachments, best to save yourself the heartbreak. 

“I-I” he stuttered as you sat yourself right next to him on his couch. You observed through heavy lidded eyes as he struggled to get his words out. 

“Would you want to grab dinner with me sometime? Or something like that….” he asked unabashedly. 

Anakin wanted to take you on a date?! Like romance?! Hah!

You weren’t able to hide the shock on your face which made him shrink back, “Oh, well it’s ok If not- I just thought-”

“No- NO! I’m sorry, I just did not expect you to ask me that” you assured the man. 

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re insanely talented, kind, interesting, and I don't know… we both know I’m not the best at keeping my emotions under wraps” he admitted. 

“Well… yes” you laughed, thinking back on how he and his master interacted when there was a mishap in their plans. 

“But when I heard that Anakin Skywalker was in my private booth, I didn’t exactly think you were going to ask me on a date!”.

He blushed at your words, “I-I didn’t know how else to get your attention”.

You shrugged and laughed again, “You could have just came to my dressing room and asked” 

“So is that a yes?” he quizzed with a small smile. 

“Isn't there something in the Jedi’s philosophy that forbids attachments?” you asked skeptically (if it were with him, you weren’t really wanting a one night stand type of deal- you’d crave him too much). 

Anakin sat silently for a moment, before answering, “we are… but there are no attachments here- just a question”. 

You could feel his force signature stirring under his false composure- he was lying.

Just a question, huh? No way, you knew you made him nervous (similarly how he made you feel), and you knew he wasn’t just “asking a question”. 

“Are you sure, Ani? I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble” you innocently said, batting your long lashes. 

“Yea, It’s just a question” he gulped as you got increasingly closer to him. 

You were practically on his lap when you whispered, “lying’s not the Jedi way, Anakin; your signature is telling me it's much more than ‘just’ a question?” your lips curled into a smug smile as you sat back onto your heels. 

The young man in front of you looked taken aback once he realized what you said- his signature? How could you tell what it was emitting? 

You laughed at the obvious confusion on his handsome face. 

“You do know Jedi aren't the only ones who can utilize the force?” you said with a smile as you leaned back onto the couch. 

“Force sensitivity runs in my family” you said with a wink and a crooked smile. 

Anakin’s face suddenly drained once he realized that all this time… all this time you knew what he had been thinking- oh fuck, now he really didn’t have a chance.

He decided he should just start apologizing at this point, but before he could start you spoke once more.

“But to answer your question, yes- I’d love to go out with you Anakin '' you said with a beaming smile. 

He felt as if his heart would fall out of his ass- after everything; after all of his indecent thoughts and less than appropriate behaviors, you still were willing to give him a chance

“Really?” he asked, a little too desperately. 

You shrugged, “yeah why not” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood. 

This was new for you too- it had been so long since you were actually interested in someone.

Though you did worry that his interest only lied as deep as his dick could plunge, but you were willing to give him a chance to prove himself.

At least if all he wanted was your body, you’d know you were attractive enough to capture one of the best (and best looking) Jedi in the universe- not too shabby. 

“I’m not sure, I guess I didn’t really think you’d agree- I don't know…. it’s just that you seem to have a lot of experience and I’m probably not the caliber you’re accustomed to” he said quietly, avoiding eye contact. 

“Anakin, just cause I dance doesn’t mean I fuck my patrons” you said sharper than you intended to; you particularly hated the stigma that your profession was intimate with everyone who came through your doors. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you- I’m just not educated on this style of life” he said honestly. 

You placed a gentle hand on the side of his face and brushed your thumb against his cheek making the Jedi blush. 

“It’s alright Anakin, you have been sheltered most of your life” you said with a playful smile. 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, as he swatted your affectionate hand away. 

“Exactly what I said, Ani- you’ve been stuck up in that temple for too long” you laughed. 

“No, I know things- I’ve had enough experiences to last lifetimes” he said with pride. 

“Have you now?” 

“Just so happens that I have- do I need to prove it to you?” he said competitively. 

“And how exactly have you earned this ‘experience’, Anakin?” 

“Battle, training, negotiations- just living” he said very ‘matter-of-factly’. 

“And how exactly are you planning to prove this to me-” 

Suddenly Anakin’s strong hands pulled you closer so that your noses were touching; his captivating blue eyes were heavy and half lidded as they stared deeply into yours. You could feel his warm breath against your lips as you became wet with anticipation… fuck- he drove you absolutely insane. 

“Depends how badly you wanna know, gorgeous” he said as his gloved hand traveled down your side making you shiver. 

“Desperately” you whined before pulling him into a kiss. 

The jedi groaned as your body pressed against his- every touch left a tingling sensation on his skin.

He suddenly became a bit intimidated because he may have fibbed a bit (or a lot) when he said he had experience- he was definitely not prepared. 

You strategically grinded your skilled hips against his quickly growing erection as you tangeld your fingers into his sandy curls. He took a fistfull of your hair from the base of your head and pulled so that your neck was exposed to him; he gave an experimental kiss before he suctioned himself to your smooth skin. 

How you fantasized about his plump lips… and unsurprisingly, they did not disappoint

His moans vibrated through your body as you tightly wrapped around him and clawed at the back of his robes. Judging by the large tent in his pants, you’d have to guess he was almost fully hard- what a treat. 

“So this is what you came for, huh pretty boy?” you teased. 

He unlatched his lips from your neck with crazed eyes, “No-NO! I- we can stop- i-if.. That's not what I - this is not what I came here for-” he stuttered, trying to keep your favor. 

You placed a hand on his shoulder and kissed him gently on the cheek- “I know, Ani. I’m just teasin”. (though you still had your doubts)

He breathed a sigh of relief before his beautiful blue eyes landed on the mess he had made of your neck; a beautiful array of reds, pinks, deep maroons, and purples were scattered along both sides of your column. He was mesmerized by his marks-  he’d never had the chance to do that before. 

Anakin was so entranced that he only snapped back into reality once your perfectly manicured hand lightly brushed over his clothed cock- accidentally the jedi let out a strangled moan as he rolled his eyes back. 

“You like that Ani?” you said with a sultry tone to which he couldn’t help but nod. 

With a mischievous smile you straighten your back and allowed your silky robe to fall to the ground; Anakin felt his heart stop- sure he had seen your in your performance outfits and a few glimpses of lingerie here and there, but never had it been so exquisite- so close. 

“I wore this for you, Anakin. No one else has seen it” you whispered softly in his blushing ear. 

Only him? 

Your words shot straight to his core and he felt himself begin to leak.  

You offered one last kiss, you promptly unmounted his lap and sunk to the plush carpet; your face perfectly aligned with his throbbing dick. You lightly traced the outline and smiled once you saw him twitching and straining against the fabric. With a calculated amount of pressure, you ran your palm up and down his clothed shaft a few times as he failed to suppress his groans. 

“Oh, Anakin…. You’re solid” you observed sadly before batting your long lashes at him, “Let me help you”. 

“A-are you sure?” he asked worriedly. 

“Please?” you pouted.

He was a little on edge but after hearing your small ‘please’, how could he resist?  Anakin nodded furiously and his sandy strands shook with every movement, bringing a smile to your face. He needed this just as much as you wanted to do it. 

The speed at which you pulled his trousers down surprised him; you were met with his weeping member straining at the tight black undergarments. Before removing them, you gave him one gentle kiss through the dampened fabric making him groan in anticipation. 

You could feel his thighs tense as you slowly slipped his underwear down his legs; you made sure to drag your nails against his sensitive skin.

Anakin sucked in a breath as you gently pressed kisses up the insides of his thighs, smiling as they trembled. 

“Relax, alright? I got you” you offered lightly, looking up at him through your long lashes. 

His stomach did a flip and without thinking, he placed his gloved hand on your cheek in thanks.

When was the last time someone took care of him? He had to answer to his masters and was always supposed to be a pillar of the Jedi community; when was the last time he was able to relax? 

With a deep inhale you turned your attention back to the task at hand- your eyes widened at his proudly standing cock eagerly dripping for you.

Just based on his stature, you were prepared for something big, but nothing could have prepared you for just how massive he really was. 

If you had to guess, he probably stood around 9.5 inches; he was cut and his puffy tip was an angry red right now. There were a few veins straining with desire and one particularly thick one running up the underside. His balls were quite tight already too (he must have been quite pent up). 

You gave an experimental lick to gather the precum from his tip, making him suck in a sharp breath and grip onto the edge of the couch. He had never actually gone this far with anyone: just in his fantasies. Sure he’d had a few sexual encounters in the past, but they were either dry humping, over-the-clothes, him going down on someone else, or just him masturbating.

But here you were- the most beautiful person he’d ever seen- the woman who haunted his most secret dreams- right here in between his legs… just for him. 

“Maker” he exhaled. 

“You’re so pretty Anakin” you sighed, resting your face on his left thigh as you languidly stroked his cock. He stifled a few moans as you swirled your tongue around his tip. 

With a contempt smile you leaned back onto his thigh and watched gleefully as more precum dribbled down his cock (natural lube ;). 

After another minute of pumping him, you sat up onto your knees and positioned your face over his member, but instead of watching his dick disappear into your mouth, you held eye contact with him as you swallowed him down. 

He was really dealing with a professional here; a guttural moan escaped his plump lips as your nose met his naval. Your eyes began to tear up at the sheer length of his cock but you were determined to get him all down.

You buried your nose into his lightly trimmed pubes at the base of his happy trail before lifting your head up with strategic suction. 

“S-shit” Anakin cursed as he felt his balls drawing up; was he already about to cum? He couldn’t look that inexperienced in front of you.

You bobbed your head a few more times as one of your free hands cupped his hardening balls. You swallowed him down once more, savoring the stretch; your panties were soaked as you moaned on his cock. 

Your sweet noises sent vibrations straight through Anakin’s body and he felt himself losing it. 

“I-I’m gonna- I” he whimpered as he began to sloppily buck his hips up. 

You quickly removed yourself from him and sat back breathlessly. Anakin gritted his teeth and clawed at the velvet sofa as he tried to restrain his impending orgasm. Strained noises escaped his throat as you took your place by his side on the couch. He leaned back with his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. 

Your glossed lips brushed his cheekbone before you took one of his hands and guided it towards your core. His eyes opened once he realized where his hand was (you were really making this difficult for him). 

“Oh fuck… you’re so wet baby” he groaned against your lips. 

Baby- that shot straight to your core. 

“Ani- I want you” you huffed as he blindly helped you shed your clothes. 

“Yea..yea, you want me? You wanna sit on my dick-” he panted as he groped at the fat of your ass. 

Without another word you lined yourself up with him and sank down; the two of you moaned in unison as you began to ride him.

Anakin really thought he could hold on longer but very quickly he felt that breath-taking sensation rising again. The promiscuous sounds of your bodies slapping against each other ricocheted off the walls as you desperately bounced up and down. 

“Shit… I’m sorry- I’m sorry.. Gonna-” 

“Cum, pretty boy” you demanded as you bottomed out one last time. 

With an almost pornographic moan, the inexperienced Jedi’s orgasm ripped through him. Thick, warm ropes of cum burst inside of you- Anakin’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull and his whole body wracked with the indescribable feeling of pleasure. 

You gasped at the sheer amount of cum he emptied into you (he really needed this); “Oh, Ani! Fuck you’re filling me up so well” you moaned as you chased your own high by dragging your hips against him. 

Thin strands of his hair stuck to his forehead as he leaned his head back; the echoes of his orgasm shot through his body and he whimpered from the overstimulation of you still bouncing on his cock. 

Shortly after, you gained your own orgasm; seeing stars as Anakin desperately pawed at the fat of your ass and ran his strong hands up and down your sides. Before you hopped off of his lap he drew you into his chest and protectively wrapped his arms around you. 

“Shit Angel- Took every last drop” he sighed as he sweetly rubbed your back. 

With a small laugh you pressed a soft kiss on his neck (making his dick twitch).

“Didn’t wanna waste any- after all, when’s the next time i’ll get to have ‘the chosen one’” you joked as you looked up at him with stars in your eyes. 

You weren’t really joking though- you’d probably never get the chance to do this again… you cursed yourself for falling for one of the least available people in the galaxy. But at least you had him for now.

He looked at you longingly for a moment but you interpreted it as awkward silence, silence that you tried to fill with another sad joke; “I mean, no attachments for the mighty Jedi, right?”

He still didn’t speak, instead brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear; “You’re so beautiful” he almost whispered.

You slowly pushed his hand to the side garnering a frown from him, “Anakin, don’t do that please… I- Lets just have fun for the rest of the night, yeah?”.

“Is that all you want?” he asked quietly; he looked almost hurt?

With a sigh you shook your head, “No, Yes- I don’t know Anakin” you said as you stood from the couch. “Even if I wanted something it would be pretty stupid of me- I mean you’re you and I’m…me”.

“So? It doesn’t matter who we are- what matters is how we feel” he said, lightly pulling you back onto the couch. 

“Anakin, I’m a stripper in one of the most popular cities in the galaxy…And you’re… you- how would that work?” you said as you allowed your insecurities to take over. 

He placed his gloved hand over yours; “Your past has no bearings on me, we all come from different worlds… That does not change the feelings I have harbored for you… silently”. 

“But the rule- you can’t have attachments”

“I already broke that when I decided to come here tonight… If I didn’t want this I would have left long ago.” he said before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

A small smile found its way onto your face… maybe you could have a happy ending.

***

a/n: soo ngl I kinda leaned into the aotc ani at the end with the whole "I already brke the rule" because we know when this man gets invested he gets invested. take this kinda as his desires finally being solidified- cause he'd definitely get obsessed (we all saw how he was with padme). not sure how much else im gonna add to the story but hope you enjoy for now!

[noradegrantz]

Closer (2004)

writer! Anakin x fem! reader

Anakin has Dan Woolf’s role in the fanfic and the reader has Alice Ayres’s role. It’s a pretty small fic cause I didn’t wanna write as many things as the movie <\3

Plus, I made it a more romantic and happy fic! I really hope that all of you will enjoy this! 💌

warnings: sexual content, implied smut, sex, established relationship

During a busy morning in London, writer Anakin meets a beautiful American woman after she is hit by a car, not used to the direction of traffic in England. On their walk back from the hospital, they stop by Postman's Park. Anakin asks her name, which she gives as ‘her name’. They soon become lovers.

One year later, Anakin has written a novel based on his lover’s life.

He truly loves you so much, the novel is full of stuff about you. How much he adores you, the things he likes about you, his relationship and daily life with you too. You worked at a local café in the mornings and as a stripper during nighttime. Who would have thought that a writer and a stripper would be such a match?

To him you were pure drug. His muse. His soul. Tormenting him. Your body, your eyes, your lips your tits, your thighs. Everything made him crave you more and more day by day.

On the weekends, when you were usually finishing from work before 2am, he drove you back home. After arriving home from the strip club, he bathed you slowly, touching all the right spots in the process, washed your hair throughly and lit candles to make a more romantic atmosphere.

Then, he made love to you. After wiping your naked body down with a towel, he laid you down on the bed and towered over you.

He entered you with such a delicacy and care. Pounding slowly while muffled moans left your cherry pink lips..

Oh, how much he loves those moans. They are like music in his ears. Knowing that even though you work in a strip club, none of these men get to put their filthy hands on you. Only him. He gets to undress you. He gets to touch you, to fuck you. Not anyone else. Him. Only Anakin. Even if you are a stripper you are so sensitive. You were a virgin before you met him. He has taught you everything. Positions, how to please him and how to please yourself as well. He always started off slowly and with care. Muttering sweet nothings in your ear.

“You’re taking me so well my love…”

“That’s it darling…I know that you can handle it”

He simply, can’t take his eyes off of you

and your angelic form.

You are an angel, that tastes like heaven.

[darthxdaddi]

Male entertainer | Anakin Skywalker 18+

This has been on my mind since I rewatched magic mike lmao. Let me know if you would want to see me actually write about this 🤭

Also I feel like this song is definitely playing in the background 👇🤸‍♀️

I like to imagine that Anakin is a male stripper in his spare time. Like he goes to the lower levels and dances to get some extra credits. I like to imagine that he has rip-away pants that exposes him in his g-string that he performs in, but doesn't wear them regularly. He's a boxer breifs kinda guy. Damn does his body look amazing, probably oiled up to show off his glorious abs. Maybe he should get a size up in his thong though, his bulge looks like it might explode the fabric.

Anakin dances to some cheesy strip club song like, "Take You Down" or "Candy Shop", but looks damn sexy preforming to them. He puts on a hell of a show for those fucking credits that he's desperate to get his hands on, hoping he can buy some more parts for the speeder he's been working on lately. Anakin's muscles ripple and flex as he works his way around the stage, grinding and gyrating his hips. The crowd is eating it up, loving the way he looks on stage.

Anakin kinda chuckles to himself when he sees you from the stage. What the hell are you doing at a male strip show in the lower levels, seeing your best friend practically shake his ass for some credits? Anakin thought this was the best thing ever, dragging you on stage and giving you a lap dance. He would make intense eye contact with you as he sat you on the chair, towering over your frame as he grinded almost sensually on you.

Anakin would whisper things like, "Im going to touch you here, okay?" Making sure you knew his next move in the performance and weren't uncomfortable with his touching. He would pick you up with one arm, showing his strength off to the crowd while he basically humps you in the air. Anakin was having a blast while you on the other hand, were as red as a tomato. Anakin sat you back down on the chair and smirked as he spread your legs open and turn around so his muscular back was facing you, grinding on your lap so close to your most sensitive area. This probably wasn't aloud at the club, but he didn't care because he was racking up the credits.

He knew that this was probably embarrassing the hell out of you, your fellow Jedi friend grinding on you for hundreds of spectators watching, throwing credit chips on stage which clanked againt the flooring. But this is what you get for sneaking around the lower levels, a face full of your friend's abs and ass.

[bibiwrld]

Nerdy loser Anakin Skywalker!— Turned Bad Boy!

Pairing: Nerdy loser Anakin! x Black fem oc!

Author’s note: I honestly thought this was a cute and funny idea. Kinda short, but I’m thinking of a part 2, idk.

Bad boy! Bad boy!

Whatcha gonna do?

Can’t run away from ‘em

💋!

They weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend, that’s what they agreed on until Sydnee was ready and he was fine with that. Anakin thought what they had was special and he wouldn’t want to ruin it, but he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous when he’d see Sydnee talking to other guys around campus. They didn’t look like Anakin, they looked cooler— wearing fashionable and darker clothes, messy dark hair, piercings, always had a cigarette between their lips and they spoke with such vulgars words.

Was that allowed? Talking to other people?

Even if he wanted to, Anakin couldn’t, no other girl caught his eyes quite like Sydnee did. She was the only one for him.

He paced his living room with his phone to his ear, listening to it ring. “Pick up, pick up—”

“Anakin, it’s late, this better be some type of emergency.” Obi-Wan, his older brother, groaned.

“I-it is!” Anakin interjected, standing in place. “I met a girl.” His voice now a little more hushed.

Obi-Wan almost choked. “A girl?!”

“Don’t sound so shocked.” He said with rolled eyes. “I just need..a–a little advice.”

“I’m your older brother, that’s what I’m here for.”

“Do you think girls like edgy bad boys?” He plopped down on his couch.

“Some girls do, yeah. Girls think they’re cooler, more attractive, assertive. They like laid back guys, very nonchalant, guys who just don’t give a shit, y’know?”

Anakin was none of those things.

“I should just fake it, huh?” He adjusted his glasses.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Little did Obi-Wan know what he told his younger brother, was the worst advice ever.

Right after that phone call, Anakin went on a shopping spree. Buying a new wardrobe that consisted of dark tees with cool graphics, dark long sleeved shirts and baggy jeans. He also stopped at Target and bought black and blue hair dye, fake piercings and contact lenses.

He stood in front of his mirror, listening to the audiobook of The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, with a patch of blue in his hair.

He couldn’t believe he was going through with this. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling.

His arms grew tired as he dabbed a section of his hair with a hair dye brush coated in black hair dye. He prayed this came out good, finally putting a clear plastic cap on his head.

💋

“I was thinking of hitting up this club tomorrow night, I heard they got male strippers.” Lilian slowly scrolled on her phone giggling.

“Wait for real?” Chloe leaned all the way into Lilian trying to look at her phone. “Oh my God, they’re hot.”

Sydnee didn’t really care to look, she had other things to worry about, like where Anakin was. He didn’t send a good morning text like he usually does every morning, as he’s always up before her, she hasn’t seen him around campus and it usually doesn’t take long for her to see him walking around.

“What’s your problem, Sydnee?” June asked with obvious attitude, chewing her gum obnoxiously as her nails clicked against her phone.

Sydnee doesn’t know why she still hung around this girl, she was so rude and annoying. “I’m just wondering where Anakin is, that’s all.”

“Now that you mention it, I didn’t see him in Physics today.” Chloe rested her chin into her palm, suddenly thinking about Anakin.

“Seriously girl?” June scoffed. “You’re still hung up on that guy? It was one thing to fuck him, but to actually give a shit about him is crazy.”

Sydnee’s fist balled up, slowly turning her head towards the obnoxious snob. Before Sydnee or Chloe could say something in defense of Anakin, Lilian cut them off.

“Is that..is that Anakin?” Her tone was a mix of surprised and a bit of disbelief.

Sydnee quickly turned around, searching the busy cafeteria for the boy with glasses, but she didn’t see him at all. She squinted, then noticed a tall guy in an army green tee, baggy ash jeans, grey converse and black, messy hair, sluggishly walking over to them.

She could only stare in awe, her eyes just following him as he got closer. She noticed he had on black eye shadow, messily smeared on his lids.

He dropped his bag on the floor, sitting beside Sydnee. “Hey doll face.” He removed the cigarette from his lips, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

“Doll face?” Sydnee silently muttered to herself. He’s never talked like that, ever.

“Sup girls?” He nodded to the 3 girls.

“Uh..hey?” Lilian rose a brow.

“What’s with the look?” Chloe asked.

He focused hard on every word, trying not to stutter.

“Can’t a guy express himself?” He snapped, slouching and spreading his legs.

“I think he looks better this way.” June gave small nods.

Of course she did.

Sydnee rolled her eyes at June, then brought her attention back to Anakin. She reached her hand out to fix his hair . “You have bed head, Ani—”

He corrected her, moving his head so she couldn’t touch it. “Anakin and that’s just how my hair is.”

“Well Anakin, you missed Physics class.” She narrowed her eyes at him, taken back by his actions. “And you didn’t text me, I was worried.” Her voice softened, a pout on her lips.

He took a small drag from his cigarette. “Woke up late.” It took everything in him not to choke.

“You never wake up late.” Her brows furrowed.

“Are you wearing eye makeup?” Chloe leaned over, examining him.

His voice was a bit shaky, trying to maintain that dominant tone. “No…?”

“Okay, liar.” Lilian chuckled.

Sydnee looked him over and over again, noticing every detail about him. She didn’t hate the look, but she was a bit confused.

“What’s with the cigarette? You don’t even smoke cigarettes.” Sydnee felt like she was losing her mind. “And your hair…did you dye this yourself? And when did you get all these piercings?”

Anakin shrugged. “I’ve found myself, y’know?”

Sydnee knew something was up, but she didn’t know what. “Where are your glasses?”

“Don’t need em.” Smoke escaped his pink lips.

“Can you stop with the smoking? We’re indoors.” She screwed up her face.

“Whatever.” He took the cigarette from his lips, smushing it at the heel of shoe, then flicked it off somewhere.

June then jumped in. “Why don’t you stop complaining and appreciate that your boy toy looks hot?”

That was it.

Sydnee grabbed her bag and abruptly stood up. “Go fuck each other.” Looking June and Anakin in the eyes before storming off.

Anakin internally panicked, this wasn’t going how he planned it was.

“What’s her deal?” June screwed up her face.

“You obviously don’t know what the deal is because there is no fucking deal.” He spat before grabbing his bag to chase after Sydnee.

Sydnee hustled down the hall, stepping harshly with arched brows.

“Sydnee!” His voice called out. “Sydnee!”

She rolled her eyes and stopped walking, leaning against the wall with crossed arms. “What is it, Anakin?”

“Y-you’re mad.” He frowned, standing in front of her.

“Well duh.”

“I-I’m sorry.” He breathed out. “I thought you’d like m-me..like this.”

“I don’t hate how you look, but the way you’re acting, why would I like that?” She looked away.

“B-Because I saw you talking t-to guys…that l-looked like this.” He breathed out. “I-I thought i-if I–uh— if I looked and acted like them, maybe you’d l-like me more.” He hung his head low.

Her arms gradually unfolded at his confession. “Anakin, what?”

“I-I know, it’s sooo em-embarrassing.” He groaned. “I-I hate cigarettes!” He then tugged off one of the fake earrings. “Th-these aren’t even real!”

Sydnee couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re too cute, Anakin.” She cupped his face, bringing it down to hers.

“Call me Ani, plea-please, I like it when you call m-me that.” He nuzzled his face into her hands.

She couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t ever change yourself, I like you just as you are.” She brought her lips to his, tasting the cigarette he smoked, but she didn’t care.

His hands found her waist, bringing her in closer.

The smacking of their lips were the only things heard in the empty halls. She softly tugged on his bottom lip, making him moan out.

“So cute.” She muttered before pulling away. “You do look really hot though.”

“Really?” He beamed.

“Yeah.” She bit her lip. “How about we go back to your place and fuck with your little bad boy cosplay on, hm?”

He covered his mouth in excitement. “Oh my God, y-you’re so insanely a-attractive.”

She giggled, holding his hand. “Come on, bad boy Anakin.”

💋

[anakinsgirlfriendreal]

Desire

Pair: Anakin Skywalker x Stripper!reader

Warnings: mature references, allusions to sex and sexual situations.

He knew he shouldn't be here, a strip club tucked away in the lowly part of Coruscant was no place for a Jedi and yet here he was. His eyes scanned the stage; an array of dancing girls but he's in search of you.

His breath hitches when he finds you, entertaining a table of men, his eyes scan the entirety of your body. Scantily clad in black lace, the corner of his mouth upturned in a smirk. He leans back against the bar stool, taking you in, his mind wanders to what the flimsy fabric of your outfit was covering. He wondered you'd feel, how'd you look writhing beneath him, begging for him. He wondered how you'd sound calling out for him, how you'd taste. Thoughts unfit for a Jedi.

His gloved hand comes up to his chin as he looked on. He found himself here, in this very spot, in the darkness of this club quite often, after a tough mission, after a particularly stressful council meeting, he'd come here to watch you dance. Filling his mind with fantasies, fantasies he shouldn't entertain in the slightest.

He fixes himself in his seat, readjusting his pants when your eyes lock on his, a faint smirk on your lips. Your gaze so intense he has to look away.

"Eyes to the stage sailor, she's just warming up." The bartender nods at him.

Short af ik, but why am I tempted to make a part 2

[topwan-obikin]

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Tethered and Bound by Anonymous

Anakin and Obi-wan can never catch a break, and this mission is no different. Unfortunately this time their misfortune comes in the form of three Dathomiri witch sisters, a seemingly unbreakable spell with a potentially fatal outcome, a very short time frame, and an extremely oblivious Jedi Master.

After School Special by Anonymous

Anakin Skywalker learned how to lie before he knew how to tie his shoelaces. He wouldn’t be able to lead a successful double life if he couldn’t. At the age of twenty-two, he is the most popular stripper at the Starfall Club, the most skillful informant of the Naberrie family, and – the best liar in the world. There's only one lie he can't pull off - pretending he feels indifferent toward his drop-dead gorgeous professor.

and we have an update!

Chapter 3 of Eight of Cups is up!

Anakin's knighting ceremony is canceled. Somehow, Qui-Gon Jinn has joined the land of the living again, and the Council is too busy figuring out what to do. Washing their hands off the matter, the Council decides to make Qui-Gon Anakin's and Obi-Wan's problem. For Anakin, this is a dream come true (minus the mishap with his knighting). He has always wanted Qui-Gon as his Master. Unlike Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon would understand him. This is his chance to experience what having Qui-Gon as sort-of-Master would be like. The answer is as surprising as it's disappointing. It sucks a lot. Rather than understanding, Qui-Gon misunderstands everything. Half the (disparaging) stuff Qui-Gon says about Obi-Wan flies over his head, too, but Anakin's convinced Qui-Gon's trying to drive a wedge between Obi-Wan and him. So, on second thought, Anakin prefers to remain Obi-Wan's Padawan. Really, there's no need to reschedule his knighting ceremony.

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[tennessoui]

Its even funnier if none of time traveller ahsoka is real because then when she finally meets her ghost masters and has a sobbing breakdown they are going to be so confused

Ahsoka: *incoherent* arranged marriage *sobbing*

Anakin: *trying to pat her with ghost hands* what is she saying???

Obi-Wan: *studying his grand-padawan like a cool bug* something to do with me being a Duke and you my pool boy, let her keep rambling I think I'm getting somewhere

ahsoka collapses into tears in obi-wan's arms while anakin pats at her back and she's saying real weird incoherent things and force ghost obi-wan and anakin are just looking at each other like uhhh there there baby padawan

and ahsoka is like 'and once, obi-wan wasn't a jedi and anakin was and it was going SO WELL and then OBI-WAN decided to become a STRIPPER that anakin's jedi friends take anakin to go see one night and BAM--that's all it took!!!! one dance to 'Hunk of a Wookie' and you had like 12 sexual awakenings and were suddenly pregnant with his twins!'

and obi-wan is like 'a stripper?? she is definitely talking non--'

and anakin is like no no i've definitely had that dream before, ahsoka, keep talking, like a metaphorical pregnancy or a ---

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 12 - Stripping

Today's kinktober prompt: Stripper Obi-Wan.

I made it cute. I also went way over my word limit. Sorry @veloursdor Wiggle Your Hips - 2,134 Rated: E Content: Frotting; Hand Jobs; Mentions of Bottom Anakin and Top Obi-Wan; Grumpy Obi-Wan 😡

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“You need to wiggle your hips more.”

“I do not wiggle my hips.”

“You do now.”

Obi-Wan stopped his poor attempt at a seductive dance and glared at Anakin. He crossed his arms over his chest as if to hide his supposed modesty, a blush spread wide across his cheeks and chest, giving him a delightful appearance that Anakin reveled in. Anakin knew telling Obi-Wan he looked cute would earn him a swift kick across the jaw and a bruised ego that would be felt for months, but it would almost be worth it. Almost.

A few days ago the Council informed Obi-Wan that he would be sent to a mid-rim planet on an important diplomatic mission. At first it seemed that it would be like any other, but Anakin counted himself lucky to be present when the other shoe dropped. According to tradition, visiting dignitaries and diplomats would have to partake in a ritual dance - a ritual dance that looked, to Anakin’s untrained eye, an awful lot like a strip tease. Obi-Wan hadn’t shown any indication he was uncomfortable with the instruction at the time, but Anakin could feel his complete aberration at the prospect through their bond - like a man recoiling from touching something unnecessarily mushy.

Anakin thought Obi-Wan did sexy well; he could be standing casually and Anakin could think of nothing but his deep desire to rut his cock against Obi-Wan’s stomach and whisper lewd things against his ear. But effortlessly sexy and purposefully sexy were two different things that Anakin - and Obi-Wan - were beginning to realize.

“You were doing okay when you were pretending this was just another lightsaber training exercise,” Anakin supplied.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “You said I had the expression of, what was it? A constipated Bantha?”

“A chronically constipated Bantha…”

A moment passed with Obi-Wan glaring at Anakin from across the room, before he sighed and dropped his arms. “I feel like a complete fool,” he said, all the anger slipping away. “I’ve never been very good at dancing off of the battlefield.”

“You get too caught up in your head,” Anakin said.

Obi-Wan nodded. “I suppose I do.”

It was strange to see Obi-Wan so out of sorts. Normally he was all confidence even in the face of uncertainty, but his dejected personality change made Anakin feel equally uncomfortable.

“Keep going,” Anakin said. “Finish the dance and then we can work on whatever it is you’re unsure of.”

A smile spread across Obi-Wan’s lips, soft and quiet. He looked up at Anakin through the fringe of his hair, blue-grey eyes bright. “You sound almost like a teacher, Anakin.”

“Maybe you’re finally rubbing off on me.”

Obi-Wan completed the rest of the dance just as stilted and awkward as the first three times, movements uncertain and embarrassment palpable even to those who had no insight into the man. The dance ended with the diplomats in ceremonial undergarments where they would conduct their business in the same style of dress, no one able to hide behind riches and fabrics. Obi-Wan didn’t wear undergarments normally, and so he stood in front of Anakin completely nude, cock soft between his legs as he finished the dance.

“Anakin.”

Anakin brought his gaze back up and smiled at Obi-Wan. “I know, I know - eyes up here.”

“What did you think?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Maybe forget the whole ‘pretend you're fighting’ thing I said before, and think of something else when you’re dancing.”

Obi-Wan’s blush went deeper and he shuffled toward the bed, collapsing on it next to Anakin. “This isn’t going to work.”

“Who said you had to be the best?”

“I did.”

Anakin stared at out at the skyline of Coruscant, fiddling with the hem of his cotton shirt. He’d already shed most of his clothes the second Obi-Wan invited him over, but then Obi-Wan had told him they wouldn’t be having sex and Anakin was left semi-nude and regretting the haste at which he departed the training room.

Although sex may have been the key all along…

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said quickly. Obi-Wan glanced up at Anakin, his brow quirked. “How about instead of thinking of the dance as a fight, think of it as having sex.”

Anakin thought Obi-Wan was going to outright reject the notion - maybe even laugh and tell Anakin to keep his head out of the gutter. But instead his expression relaxed, and he sat slowly.

“You might be on to something, actually. It was originally a dance created by a Queen from a nearby nation who was there to seduce the King in hopes of ending a decade’s long conflict.” He tapped his bottom lip with his finger, focus on the same skyline Anakin had been staring out before.

Without a moments pause Obi-Wan stood and collected his clothes. Re-dressing he started the dance again. This time there was more movement to his hips and shoulders, body swaying from side to side as he undressed according to the guide he’d found in the temple library. He started with the sash around his waist and then moved on to the robes, before slipping the tunic off. Once his upper half was bare he started on his leggings, thumbs slipping beneath the banding and running along, teasing the audience with the finale.

All the while Anakin watched, enraptured by the flex of Obi-Wan’s muscles beneath his skin, the shimmer of sweat along his brow, and the soft part of his lips as he breathed steadily, chest rising and falling in meditative serenity. Obi-Wan kept his eyes closed, and there was still the familiar focus on his face, but it didn’t show in his movements anymore, everything more supple and relaxed.

When he was finished he stood in front of Anakin entirely nude, cock half-hard and pulsing between his thighs. Anakin licked his lips and swallowed a thick wad of spit, his own cock hard between his legs as he lounged on the bed.

“Obi-Wan?”

“Yes?”

“My eyes are up here.”

Obi-Wan looked up from Anakin’s groin. He didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed.

“How was that?” Obi-Wan asked.

“G-good,” Anakin said, nodding. And then, because he knew it was lacking. “Really… seductive. I can see why the King would want to call off a war.”

Obi-Wan chuckled, the sound of it going right into Anakin’s cock. “Sadly, it didn’t actually work. The war continued for another six months before the Queen had the King assassinated. But it makes for a good story, and an embarrassing diplomatic tradition.”

“What did you think of?” Anakin asked, voice thick with arousal. “I mean, when you were dancing.”

Shrugging, Obi-Wan collected his cloths, his cock still bouncing between his legs, thick and heavy and leaking precome. “I thought of you, of course.”

“Just me?”

“And me.”

Tossing the clothes on to a chair in the corner, Obi-Wan approached Anakin and sat down on his lap. Anakin hissed as Obi-Wan’s underside slid across his length, weight steady and demanding on top.

“What were we doing?” Anakin asked, a whimper slipping past as Obi-Wan began grinding down on him, his hands braced against Anakin’s shoulders. Anakin slid his hand along Obi-Wan’s thighs, feeling the muscles flex before he gripped Obi-Wan’s hips and thrust upward.

“We were fucking,” Obi-Wan said, the word ‘fucking’ sounding severe and filthy coming from his lips. “Do you recall that incident a few months ago with the spacecraft we were stranded in just above the atmosphere of some unknown planet?”

“T-the incident where you fucked me against the console I was trying to fix?” Anakin asked.

He bit his bottom lip and sighed when Obi-Wan grabbed their cocks and pushed them together, precome slick against their lengths and Obi-Wan’s palm as he started jerking them together.

“You make it sound as if you hadn’t spent the last week begging for my cock,” Obi-Wan said. He sounded perfectly composed, but the sweat beading across his brow and the tremor in his touch belied his arousal. He started thrusting up against Anakin’s cock, hand making a perfect circle that they could both fuck into. “You were so insolent - trying to rut up against me in the evening and sometimes during the day. So impatient.”

“I-I wanted you,” Anakin said, a tad defensive. “You kept denying me, even when we had the time.”

“Maybe I liked to see you desperate for my cock,” Obi-Wan murmured. He pushed Anakin on to the bed, relaxing his weight into Anakin as he pressed him into the mattress. He hovered just out of reach, however, lips close but still too far away to kiss and bite. “Maybe I like when you’re rutting up into your hand in your sleep, you’re so desperate to get off. Maybe I like when I can smell your sex in the morning, thick and dense. Maybe I like when you’re hole is loose and sloppy from the fucking you’ve been giving yourself with your fingers, as you wait for my cock.”

Anakin groaned and arched up into Obi-Wan, their cocks sliding together. Obi-Wan was keeping a slow pace, hips rolling down on Anakin, pinning him in place while giving him just enough friction to be good, but not decadent - not satisfying.

“F-fuck, Obi-Wan,” Anakin whimpered. “Didn’t know you got off on my touching myself.” And then, because he knew he’d get a reaction. “You’re kind of a pervert.”

Obi-Wan’s laugh of surprise broke the spell, and Anakin swallowed it up as their lips crashed together and Obi-Wan began thrusting into him. Anakin sighed into the embrace, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure roiled around in him, pooling in his groin as he felt the familiar pulling sensation in his cock. Obi-Wan was hugging him close, broad hands pressed against his back and shoulders, keeping him close as they humped against each other, chasing their release.

“Y-you’re a terror,” Obi-Wan mumbled when they broke apart, his voice thick with desire. He kissed down Anakin’s neck, teeth nipping the sensitive skin. “And a tease.”

“I-I’m not the one performing a strip-tease,” Anakin retorted.

Sliding his hands down Obi-Wan’s back, Anakin grabbed the meat of his ass and squeezed, shoving Obi-Wan up further against him. Obi-Wan let out a growl that traveled right into Anakin’s cock, and he came with a loud moan, back arching and hips twitching as he tumbled down into his release. Obi-Wan kept up the punishing pace, hips grinding into Anakin’s, lips hot against his temple, words stuttering as he praised Anakin for being a ‘devilish boy’ and a ‘tempting boy.’

When Obi-Wan was done he collapsed on top of Anakin, keeping him pinned to the mattress. Anakin’s shirt clung to him, sticky with sweat and humid air, but he didn’t care. Instead he closed his eyes and kept Obi-Wan close, wrapping his legs around Obi-Wan’s hips to prevent him from escaping from his needy embrace.

They settled into a doze, Obi-Wan’s breathing evening out as they lay on the bed. Off in the distance Anakin could heard movement down the hallway as the dinner hour approached and fellow Jedi made their way to the communal meal hall. But they remained where they were, contented for the time being.

That was, until Obi-Wan’s force signature began to tremor again.

“Stop thinking,” Anakin mumbled, but it was too late.

Raising his head, Obi-Wan looked down at Anakin, the worried expression once again splashed across his handsome features. “Anakin?”

Anakin resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead replied. “Obi-Wan?”

“When I was dancing… how obvious was my erection?”

“Uh… I mean, pretty obvious.”

Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed and he let out a clucking sound in the back of his throat. “Well I can’t think of you when we’re dancing then,” he began. “No, getting an erection in the middle of a diplomatic meeting would be very bad.”

Before Anakin could tighten his grip Obi-Wan was standing and returning to the centre of the room. Resting on his elbows, Anakin watched as Obi-Wan started going over the movements again, expression once again reminding Anakin of a chronically constipated Bantha. Sighing, Anakin sat up fully and watched Obi-Wan stumble through his routine.

Maybe no one would notice Obi-Wan in amongst the rest of the diplomats as he tripped over his feet and glared at the floor. Anakin hoped that would be the case, for Obi-Wan’s sake.

[fuckmyskywalker]

↳ Anakin Skywalker ༉‧☆

[ 愛には祈らない ]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ 車に祈る ]

— Series / AUs : ! ! !

➸ Dilf Anakin AU : Met him on tinder, what could go wrong? ↳ Part 1 ↳ Part 2 ↳ Dilf!Anakin NSFW alphabet.

➸ Dilf!Anakin content non related to the tinder AU. ↳ Parked [SMUT] : Old man can't keep his hands to himself. [CHEATING]. ↳ Dial me! [SMUT] : Stripper!Reader ↳ Breeding [SMUT] ↳ Costco Sunday with Husband Dilf!Anakin.

➸ Trailer trash!Anakin AU [Co-created with @lovelybucky1] ↳ Introduction [by Artemis] ↳ Illusions [smut]

➸ Drug Dealer!Anakin AU : Drabble + JA.I bot.

➸ Tennis Player!Anakin AU : part 1.

➸ Dad!Anakin AU : Fauxcest. Dark content. DDDNE. Will also include work labeled as 'stepcest' since they share the same nature. EXTRA: Fauxcest vs Stepcest? ↳ Gas station fuck [SMUT]. ↳ Insomniac [SMUT]. ↳ Pregnant. [SMUT]. ↳ Rough day at work [SMUT]. ↳ Intact [SMUT]. ↳ Dad knows best [SMUT]. ↳ Outfits + Dad [SMUT]. ↳ First love [SMUT]. ↳ Kitchen mess [SMUT]. ↳ Dog? [SMUT]. ↳ Payback! [SMUT. CHEATING]. ↳ Just this once [SMUT, NONCON] : Just this once, Dad. ↳ Pretty girl [SMUT] : Dad needs you to accept how pretty you are.

➸ Lover!Anakin AU : Your best friend is more than just a friend when your husband isn't watching. ↳ Phone away [SMUT] ↳ Routines : Your mom loves him... your best friend. ↳ Believer [SMUT]

— Anakin Skywalker one-shots.

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here we go again lads! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

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Bucky Barnes ✨

His moon and stars by @bibbidibobbidibucky

dad!Bucky x fem!Reader

Nothing burns like the cold by @suitk0via

Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Only me and my love by @christywantspizza

Mob boss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

My sunshine by @marvel-3407

Mafia!Bucky x f!reader

Good for you by @sgt-seabass

Vampire!Bucky x Female!Reader

*Little bird by @gogolucky13

dbf!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Somewhere I belong by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x artist female reader

His prize by @darth-anakin-bucky

Bucky barnes x female reader

*Heaven (won't) help you by @darth-anakin-bucky

Dark!Prince bucky barnes x female princess reader

In the low lamp light I was free by @bonky-n-steeb

soft! dark! bucky barnes x therapist! reader

Cuffing season by @lunarbuck

CEO!Bucky x f!assistant!reader (any race)

Unleashed by @jobean12-blog

Winter Soldier x reader

*Worst idea ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Your filthy heart by @sweeterthanthis

Stepdad!Bucky x 18+F!Reader

Warm comforts by @jadedvibes

Beefy roommate!Bucky x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Dazed and confused by @sweeterthanthis

Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Soft on me by @gummydummy19

Steve Rogers x reader

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Beefy lumberjack!Steve by @angrythingstarlight

BeefyLumberjack!Steve x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Wind you up & tie you down by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Ari x Reader

National anthem by @syntheticavenger

Nomad Biker! Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Feels so right by @geminixevans-stan

Mechanic!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Lust for life by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

beach bar owner!Ari Levison x curvy!fem!reader (any body type)

Birthday sitting by @beelicious-barnes

Ari Levinson x reader

In the afterglow by @inklore

husband!ari levinson x wife!reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Still of the night by @mypoisonedvine

eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Held for ransom by @sagechanoafterdark

Ransom x Reader

Thor ✨

The magic hour / after hours by @kenniteaa

Stripper! Thor Odinson x Black! Reader

Jake Jensen ✨

21 Jensen street by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Jake Jensen x Loser!Reader

Mikey Henry & Bucky Barnes ✨

Under the blinding lights by @dreamlessinparis

Mickey!Henry x F!Reader, Rockstar!Bucky x F!Reader

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers ✨

*An indecent proposal by @imanuglywombat

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes ✨

Partition by @whiskeyncoke-redux

Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes

[hanasnx]

“Happy Gotcha Day, Obi-Wan.”

“Thank you, Anakin, but I didn’t need another bottle of Spotchka.”

“You adults are all work. Are strippers and booze against your religion?”

“… I see your sense of humor remains as abrasive as usual.”

[anakinstwinklebunny]

I said it once and I'll say it again. I need anakin to do the magic mike dance.

the way I had to educate myself abt this magic mike dance..😭 but I feel like Ani could be a stripper. I mean, while watching top 10 dances from this movie (link) I saw anakin in most of them

[mothask]

I have question. So each moth species has specific uv patterns on them and pheromones to signal their own kind, now I understand that there is inter species relationships because of bly and aayla, padme and anakin, that oc trooper and the fairy; exc. for plot reasons of coarse, but it would mean that attraction was subjective and not binary to any one species like we see in canon Star Wars, but that’s not the point. What I’m trying to ask is that if the boys see a moth lady or guy that’s the same wing species as them do they immediately be like 😍😳🤩😵‍💫 because they look extra pretty to them because of wing patterns but another clone of a different wing species is like eh they ok. If this makes any sense.

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW BADLY I WANT TO DRAW THIS BUT CAnt

okay OOFOOOHGOOWH

yes, it is like a big deal if you find a partner that is the same moth type as you it's seen as a lucky thing, you know culture myths n what not, but the rich take it to a fucking absurd degree.

The rich in this au think of it like pure breads which is messed up because these are people, they force their children to court other rich families that are the same species of moth sometimes they're allowed to step outside of this if it's for business partnerships or other affairs but a good amount of the time its a matter of keeping the blood line "Pure" Or some shit.

I'll get into later hopefully but relationships for the clones is messy, the republic doesn't want them having long term relationships and they can face serious consequences if they sought out relationships.

But the republic is fine with the clones paying the strippers in clone cash-

but I digress. OAHWA I wanted to make a post about the ladies in Star Wars like other moth ladies n such.

mon mothma it goes without saying but she's a moth. lmao.

But yeah :) without spoiling much in the future when we return to Louis's story, we'll get to see someone very epic <w< I'm very hyped about that.