#anakin skywalker is so fine
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lunarnightt · 15 hours ago
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Have you ever tried this one?
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lunarnightt · 1 year ago
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This man be doing things to me-
Brittany is just a girl who gets it 🫶🏼
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grumfy · 9 months ago
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When I am gone Please forgive the wrong that I might have done to you What pain there might have been Will now be passed And my spirit will be home
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nhyhu · 2 years ago
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Here's the three pieces I made for @codywanreversebang!
Go check out the fic here by @embeanwrites, @insertmeaningfulusername, and @wixiany. The entire fic is out now :D.
It's been really fun working on this story with everyone!
my kofi :)
the sketchs/right before rendering
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skywlkrhoney · 2 months ago
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He's so handsome omg, I'm getting wild🥺
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anakinsang3l · 1 month ago
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9:39 p.m.
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Stoner! Anakin Skywalker x Stressed out reader!
Summary: Anakin Skywalker definitely smokes his weight in weed, but he’s got a hobby that keeps him busy every night besides that :O
includes: SMUT!, weed, Anakin is a very lovey boy in this
WC: 5,934
A.N. - holy SHIT it’s here! I would like to include reference vids and stuff but DAMN maybe I’ll have to do twitter link post. Anyways I hope you enjoy!
Finishing up your last few client files, you glanced at your watch. 
9:39 p.m., it read.“Shit.”
The long, grueling day had made you tired and maybe just a tad bit hungry, hangry, honestly. Your best bet was stopping by the corner store just down the hill from your apartment. Why? Bi-weekly pay had you starving by the second week because, god damn, if inflation wasn’t a son of a bitch. After hurriedly packing up your stuff, you headed out and started your car, sighing into the driver’s seat, relieved to be out of the office. Really, on most days, it was too much. 
Peeling out of the parking lot, you started on your way. 15 minutes later, you could just make out the telltale sign of the little corner store. Bright red and orange lights flashed at you, reading “Cigars, Cigarettes, Tobacco, and more!” You always wondered what the “and more!” could possibly mean. 
Then there was Anakin. Tall, lanky ol’ Anakin. Leaning up against the wall just beside the entrance, you could tell he was smoking a joint. He was a regular at the corner store, usually hanging out at night. No sense or idea as to why Anakin was always there; for all you could guess, it was the insomniac in him. You only guessed because you were an insomniac yourself. Though for whatever reason it may be, no matter how many times he tried to weasel his way into your pants when you’d come by, his presence always brought you a sense of calm. Looking at him now, though, you could understand why every woman who walked into the store threw themselves at him first before they entered. He’s a very handsome man, you’ll give him that. His curly, tussled, dirty blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and muscles you couldn’t tell he had until you were standing right next to him (sleeper build much?!). He wore black, loose-fitting slacks, a dark gray sweatshirt, and white crew socks with the original old-school vans. Handsome man indeed.
As you were getting out of your car, Anakin walked up to greet you.
“Hey, Angel Face.”
You nodded your head “Anakin.”
“Awh, what’s the matter, love? Why the ‘tude?”
“Nothing. Could ya stop yapping and let me go inside the store, please?”
“Only because you asked nicely.” Stepping out of the way, he let you make your way into the store.  
Inside the store, you beelined it to the frozen section for ice cream. Ben & Jerry’s Americone Dream never did you wrong. Chip aisle came next. Xxxtra Hot Cheetos and Sabritones never did you wrong, either. On to the candy! Sour Punch Bites and, last but not least, dark chocolate Rolos. As you were walking back from the candy aisle, you stopped by the refrigerated drinks to grab a strawberry banana body armor and a GIANT essential water. After what seemed like a million years (it was 2 minutes) of standing in line for checkout, you set your stuff down on the counter and looked up at the cashier expectantly. As he started to scan the items, you felt the tingling feeling of being watched. You brushed it off because, hello? You were in a corner store; anyone could be staring at you.
You didn’t know that Anakin Skywalker had his eyes on you the entire time from the moment you stepped into the store. Bad intentions? Never. Yes, he knew he could be a bit creepy from time to time, but can you blame him? You’re you, and he’s him. He smokes a lot of weed, and you’re gorgeous; that’s his excuse anyway. You’re intriguing, and he is thoroughly intrigued, to say the least. While every other girl threw themselves at Anakin, you did not. You kept your distance, and that made him wonder about you. So, every night for the last 3 months, Anakin has been coming to the corner store to look at your pretty face and watch you. Again, it's weird, and he knows it, but you’re just too cute not to. When you’d come home from work in your skirts and button-ups or slacks and a pretty blouse, he was on his knees, just begging for a crumb of your attention. Most of the time, he could grab it, but there were a select few moments when he couldn’t, and his mood would plummet to the depths of hell. Whatever it was about you, he was severely attached.
The cashier finished bagging everything up and handed the bag and receipt to you. You took it with excitement and made your way out to your car. Heading home to go snuggle up in bed with your favorite snacks, a joint, a blanket, and your favorite show sounded like a great idea, that was until a certain someone’s slightly scratchy voice called out to you.
“No goodbye? I thought we were closer than that, Angel.”
“Goodbye, Ani.”
“What did you just call me?”
Oh fuck. SHIT. You just let the nickname only you had given Anakin slip right in front of him. He had still been puffing on the joint from when you went inside, but those movements have since stilled.
“Could ya say that again for me, love? I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“I said Goodbye, Anakin.”
“Nice try, baby; that absolutely was not what you said.”
At this point, you had no idea how Anakin had already made it to your driver's side door, where you had been standing and caged against your car.
“Please say it again.”
He was so close that you could feel his breath fanning against your lashes for every word that he spoke, and the smell of weed and peppermints permeated your nostrils. The combination of those two scratched your brain in a way that sentbutterflies straight to your core without a second thought.
“Ani”
“Fuck Angel, can I touch you?”
“Yes, please.”
Anakin’s hands moved from the side of the door to the base of your hips, immediately pulling you flush against him. From there, his hands traveled up the sides of your hips all the way up to your chest and back down again.
He was losing his mind. No way he got to touch you like this AND while he was blazed out of his mind? Fuck yeah. He then moved to say something in your ear, dangerously close to your neck.
“I’m gonna kiss you right here *kiss* and right here *kiss* aaaannnndddddd right here *kiss* mkay Angel?”
“Okay, Ani.”
Under his breath, you heard a quiet fuck after saying that, which may have slightly boosted your ego. He was essentially devouring your neck. Kisses, licks, and bites all over. In the corner store’s parking lot, which, yes, in a way, could be hot, but not right now. 
“Ani”
“Hmm?”
“Can we go somewhere that’s not the parking lot of the corner store? Please”
He lightly chuckled at that and then pulled you around to your passenger door and opened it for you.
“What’re you doing?” 
“I’ll drive us to my place; I imagine it’s much closer than yours.”
“I’m literally like 5 minutes down the road”
“And I’m 2, so who wins?”
“Whatever”
Getting into the passenger seat of your own car felt weird. Never had you EVER let anyone else drive your car, yet here we are with Anakin driving down the road to his apartment. It wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest, though. Sure, there has always been some sort of tension between you two, but never enough to scare you away. 
Not even 2 whole minutes went by and you guys were already pulling into the parking lot of his apartment.
“You ready?”
There was, however, an excitement in his voice that you were unsure about.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s sir to you, actually.”
“Okay, sir.” 
You had said that with a slight sarcasm and chuckled about it, but Anakin was far from in a laughing mood right now.
“I mean it.”
“Okay, my bad.”
“You’re fine.”
You couldn’t tell if things were fine by the slight annoyance still in his voice, but you brushed it off and got out of the car. He quickly followed suit and came over to grab your hand, leading you along. His apartment was on the second story, but somehow, his apartment was the very top one, so essentially, there is a person below the person who is below him? It's too confusing for you right now.
Anakin fished his keys from his back pocket, his hand just barely trembling. You made him nervous, and now he was bringing you into his space. What the fuck was he thinking?! He wasn’t, well…he was, but you know, definitely not with his brain. Walking in, he quickly flicked on the light to the right to give it some illumination. He had to admire his cleanliness because the look on your face was priceless. You really didn’t expect him to be clean? Heart hurts. Anyways, on to the good stuff.
From what you could see, Anakin was one of the cleanest men you had ever met. The only other man who could possibly be as clean was your father. He had drilled it into you from a young age that a clean space makes for a happy mind.Somehow, that line of his still made it into your daily life, even though he does not. Anyways, the setup of his apartment was cute. He had 2 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a dining room, all with furniture to his liking, and a washer and dryer were tucked away in his hallway closet. Most of the furniture was either dark gray or dark gray-blue. A select few of his things were a pretty gray-purple hue, but only a couple. From this, you could tell he seemed to like the darker colors of the color wheel. In his living room, there was a beautiful rug that looked like a starry night, and on top of that, the gray-blue couch with a coffee table in front of it. Then, in front of the coffee table, there was a large flatscreenmounted to the wall in the perfect spot. It all flowed so well together; mind you, let’s ignore the sheer amount of bongs and dab rigs he had CRUNCHED together under the coffee table.
“Wow.”
“Huh?”
“Wasn’t expecting you to be this clean.”
“Is that a compliment, Angel?”
“Yeah, you're welcome. Anyway, let me just point out to you that your BONGS are being CRUNCHED under the coffee table. Why are you treating them like that?!”
“Geez, you care more about my bongs than I do. Hold on, do you smoke???”
The question, combined with his tone, had you gasping for air because this was just too good.
“What’s so funny?”
“All this time, and you never had a clue!”
You still couldn’t contain your laughter. For the last 3 months that Anakin had been at the corner store, there were only a select few times where you had shown up sober. The convenience of your penjamin right after work was too good. Plus, everyone had always told you growing up that your eyes immediately gave it away, so how could he not have known? Either way, at this point, you were so down to have a smoke sesh with him.
Anakin was… flabbergasted, to say the least. He couldn’t believe that for the last three months, he had no idea you were a secret smoker. Was he pissed? Absolutely. Why? Because he could’ve had you over here much sooner than this had he known. God. All he knows now is that he has to savor this moment for however long he possibly fucking can.
Anakin headed into the kitchen real quick while you were still recovering from laughing so hard and came back with a lighter and a torch. 
“Dabs, bong, or blunt?”
“Blunt definitely”
“Mmmkay, Angel face, I’ll have to roll it real quick; you alright with waiting?”
“Always”
Ani walked back to his room, and you decided to take your shoes off and plop down on his couch. It was pretty comfy, no lie. He came back not even a whole minute later with his jar of weed, rolling tray, wraps, and grinder. He sat down next to you, lifted your legs up, and placed them in his lap. You didn’t realize till now, but he had taken his shoes off a long timeago and was now just in his socks, pants, and sweater. God did he look sexy. He was focused on grinding the weed, his fingers moving in a fluid motion to break it up and set it in the grinder. Fuck. You wondered what his fingers could possibly feel like inside you. After twisting it a couple of times, he then took the bottom half off of the grinder and started to fill the wraps with weed. Once it was full enough to his liking, he grabbed the wrap and began to lick it. His tongue darted out and started moving it along the wrap, he could’ve just moved the wrap along his tongue, but no. Instead, he moved his tongue against the wrap, purposely being a perv, but could you really blame him. His sexiness cancels it out. His tongue moved first in small circles, but then he started to drag it nastily along the wrap with no shame. He was being a purposeful tease, and you knew it. Was it enjoyable? Incredibly. He knows exactly what he’s doing and has no shame about it.
“You’re staring, you know that right?”
“Yeah, you’re kinda making it hard not to.”
He chuckled at that and proceeded to roll the blunt until it was a perfect cylinder, then grabbed the lighter from the table to seal it. Quickly flicking it with his thumb, the lighter came alight and Anakin, the smooth man he was, had the blunt sealed and ready to light in less than 30 seconds. He turned to you with it and had you hold it in your mouth.
“Here, purse your lips so you don’t get it too wet, not that I mind.”
He said the last part a little quieter, but you still heard him.
Pursing your lips, you now held the blunt in between them, waiting for him to light it.
The familiar flicking sound of the lighter came, and then there was the burn. You had inhaled the moment he set flame to the end of the blunt, knowing it was going to hurt, but you still puffed it quickly. After doing that, Anakin promptly reached over to snatch it from your mouth. Immediately, your coughing fit started, and you felt a hand on your lower back start rubbing soothing circles, and for some reason, it seemed to help. It was Anakin’s hand, of course, and he was not stopping, even though you had stopped coughing a long time ago.
“Hey love, you okay?”
“Yeah I’m good, thanks”
“Okay, is it alright if I try something with you? All you have to do is have your mouth slightly parted and inhale when I tap ya twice, pretty easy. Are you up for it doll?”
“Is it gonna hurt, Ani?”
“No, of course not, Angel, at least it shouldn’t.”
“Okay, let’s do it.”
Anakin watched as you slightly parted your mouth while hitting the blunt. Horrendously seductive that one. He stared and stared real hard, his drag lasting almost 30 seconds. Then he leaned in and grabbed your chin oh so gently and pressed his lips to yours. Tapping you twice, you then followed his instructions and inhaled. Your lungs had felt like there were coalsburning in them at this point, but you just couldn’t get enough of it. His lips were so soft and smooth, you hadn’t noticed earlier, but he also tasted like how he smelled, peppermints and weed.
Anakin pulled away with absolute agony on his part, staring at the obscene amount of saliva connecting the two of your lips just from shotgunning the hit to you, holay. He was losing his marbles. Every single thought that might’ve been rational went out the window, and he dove straight for your lips. His kisses were sloppy and messy at first, then turned into slow, passionate ones with him slowly exploring your mouth with his tongue.
He honestly couldn’t believe what was happening. Every single night he had hoped it would happen and thank the fucking Makers it did. He needed to be inside you, right now that was his tongue in your mouth, and it definitely wasn’t enough.More, so, so, so much more. If he could get this far then indeed he could find ways to slip inside you that wouldn’t be tohard;). 
Truly, Anakin’s dick was so hard, that it is all he could think about. He fully pulled you on to his lap so that you straddledhim. Immediately, he grabbed both of your hips and rolled them towards him, moaning during the process.
“F-fuck.”
He kept up with this motion, starting out slow, waiting on his speed to gauge your reaction. To you, the slow pace felt achingly good on your clit, even if you were still in your slacks. A little bit more speed would’ve been nice, and Anakin picked up on that, starting to move faster.
“H-Hah feels good Ani”
“I’m glad Angel, it f-feels so good for me too”
Was Anakin wrong? Absolutely not. He was a sucker for dry humping, but was he going to blow his load before he even got inside you? Another absolutely not. But, goddamn, you were so fucking beautiful. This was something straight out of his wet dreams, unfolding right in front of him. If it weren’t for the self-discipline he’d built up from edging himself over and over again, he’d be in serious trouble. He picked up the pace, determined to get you there first. Every time you rocked back and forth on his dick, he thrust his hips up in search of your clit, hoping to find that perfect spot. Judging by the gasps and whimpers slipping from your lips, he had to be right. Music to his ears.
“Annnniii—uhnnhh—pleaseee,” you moaned, voice breaking apart as pleasure overtook you.
“Please what, Angel?”
He whispered it so close to your ear that your entire body shuddered. He had no idea you had a voice kink, that his low, teasing murmur so close would send a dangerous jolt straight to your core.
“Please, faster—fuck!”
“Mmmkay.”
He smirked, complying, picking up the rhythm, each thrust punctuated  to push you over the edge while holding himself back. His self-restraint was crumbling, but he didn’t care how desperate he looked right now. He needed you to cum. That was his only mission. 
The rough friction of his cock against your soaked cunt sent shivers up your spine. He was relentless, bucking up at the perfect time, moving in sync with you, hands gripping your hips so tight they’d leave bruises. Then, he pushed you down just a little harder than before, and that was it—you were gone.
“Hnnmmmm—Ani—'m cumming!”
“Fuck—just for me,” he groaned, voice wrecked, feeling your body convulse in his arms.
The two of you were panting, bodies still tangled together. His face nuzzled into your neck, his lips soft as they ghosted over your sweat-slicked skin, whispering praise in between kisses.
“Need you inside me. Please.”
He lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze, pupils blown wide, dark with need. “You read my mind.”
Lifting you effortlessly, he made sure your legs were wrapped tight around him as he carried you to his bedroom. The space was dimly lit, dark gray walls adorned with posters and paintings, an organized chaos that somehow suited him perfectly. And then there was his bed. Neatly made, deep gray sheets, a purple comforter—clean and tasteful. Attractive. 
You couldn’t believe this was happening. On a work night, no less. 
He laid you down gently, peeling off his sweatshirt, and—fuck. Even in the dim light, you could see the way his muscles flexed, veins running down his forearms, the defined cuts of his abs tightening under his shirt as he moved. 
Jesus. 
You tried not to stare. Failed.
“Staring again, Angel?”
“You already know the answer.”
He chuckled, low and knowing. “What’s so funny?” you asked, lips curling into a pout.
His smile softened. He leaned in, foreheads nearly touching, his breath warm against your lips. ��Because I still can’t believe you’re here with me.”
Your breath hitched as he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then each cheek—slow, tender, reverent. When his lips finally met yours, the kiss was so soft, so unhurried, it made your head spin. He took his time, savoring the way you melted into him. When he nipped at your bottom lip, then dipped his tongue past the seam of your lips, you let him. Let him make a mess of you. 
His hands found your lower back, then dipped beneath the waistband of your slacks. 
“Can I?”
“Mhmm.”
He traced his fingers along the fabric teasingly before gripping your ass with both hands, kneading shamelessly. His touch sent a bolt of heat straight to your core. He made quick work of sliding your slacks down, pausing to tap your thigh as a silent cue to help shimmy them off. When they pooled at your ankles, he rid himself of his own shirt, leaving both of you in just your underwear.
Pulling you into his lap, he rolled his hips against you, cock grinding against your soaked panties. You gasped into his mouth, gripping his shoulders as the pressure built between your legs. 
He pulled away just enough to whisper against your lips, “Are you sure you wanna do this, Angel?”
“Yes, Ani—can we get there already?”
“No.” His smirk was devilish. “I take my time, and you’re going to have to deal with it.”
You huffed, and just as he expected, you tried to glare at him. But before you could open your mouth to protest, he bucked his hips up—hard. A sharp, unexpected thrust that had you choking on your own breath.
“Hnngghh—please—please, Ani—”
“Please what, Princess? Use your words.”
You leaned in close, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear, letting your breath ghost over his skin. His grip on your hips tightened.
“Anakin,” you murmured, voice low, desperate. “If you’re not inside me in the next three minutes, I will leave you here so we both have to suffer. I need you that badly. Please, Ani—put it inside me.”
That was it. That was his breaking point.
He had two choices: let you leave or fuck you into the mattress.
Like there was ever a real choice.
Without hesitation, he flipped you onto your back, his body pressing you into the mattress, caging you in. His mouth trailed down your neck, then your stomach, then lower. He hooked a single finger under the waistband of your panties, pulling the fabric away from your skin before letting it snap back into place. The sharp sting made you gasp. He did it again. Then again, watching the way your thighs trembled beneath him. 
“You like that, huh?” he mused, voice thick with amusement. 
You only whimpered in response. He made a mental note.
Then, with agonizing slowness, he dragged your panties down your legs, fingertips barely grazing your skin as he went. When he finally yanked them off completely, he wasted no time spreading your legs apart. His lips ghosted over the soft skin of your inner thigh, open-mouthed kisses leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. 
The shift in atmosphere was palpable. 
His voice was soft when he spoke. “Angel.”
“Hmmm?”
“Are you alright with me touching you here?”
His fingers skimmed over your slick heat, barely making contact, tapping against your sensitive folds like it was second nature.
“Mhm—yes, please.”
“Whatever you say, pretty girl.”
And then he was gone, diving between your legs like a starved man, making a mess of you with his tongue.
“Fuck, this pussy is so pretty.”
And that was just the beginning.
His kisses were sloppy,spit and some tongue, but boy did it fucking feel good.  Immediately, your hands found his hair, pulling hard, and your breaths became ragged. You started to whimper loudly which was like music to his ears and he had to hear more, needed it really. So, using his tongue, he flattened it against your pussy and licked a stripe up until the tip of his tongue hit your clit. Then came the assault on your clit. Getting straight to it, Anakin circled his tongue over and over and over again, sometimes using a bit of force to press on it with his tongue, and sucking it in between his lips hard.
“H-Huahhh Ani too much”
“Hmm” lifting his head up to look at you, and damn, the image he created was obscene. There was slick all around his mouth and even the tip of his nose. His lips were bright pink and swollen, but fuck did he look hot like this. 
“By the look on your face, doll, it seems you want more.”
With that he went down and used his teeth, just once, to grab your clit gently and that’s what did it for you. 
“Hnngggghhh Ani! mm cumming”
“Fuck give it to me all Angel”
All the built up tension in your core finally released, it wasn’t squirting by any means, but Anakin had just made you cum just by sucking on your clit. You’ve had plenty of men try to please you with that, and they never could, but Anakin? He did it in less than 5 minutes.
“Damn doll, for someone who seems like such a prude, you absolutely don’t sound like one” with that comment he lightly smooched you and started trailing his up and down your sides.
“How are you feeling pretty?”
“So good because of you mister”
“Well how about I make you feel even better, how’s that sound?”
“I could get behind that.”
“Yeah, I’ll be hitting it behind you for sure.”
His snarky little comment made you giggle, which had him cheesing from ear to ear. He was so down bad for you it wasn’t even funny. You were just so beautiful and sweet, he couldn’t help it. And he couldn’t help it even if he wanted to, you’re in his bed halfway naked and begging for more? How could this man say no to you? He can’t.
“Ani you’re staring”
“Not allowed to admire?”
“Absolutely you can, just later. Not when I need you inside of me.”
“Whatever you say baby”
Anakin then grabbed your ankles and pulled you to his crotch. The downfall for him of being somewhat aggressive with it is that when he pulled you to his crotch, you immediately could feel how hard he was. Extremely. Were you proud you could make him that hard? Absolutely. Were you now going to use this information to your benefit? Yep again.
“Fuck Ani pleaseee. I need it inside of me now.”
“Okay okay okay. I’ll put it in Angel since you’re begging so nicely.”
Anakin pulled down his sweats and boxers just below his dick. And the sight of it had you drooling. He wasn’t small by any means,  but he wasn’t too big either, honestly just right. You just knew his dick was gonna feel so good inside you:> 
“Okay baby are you ready”
“Mhmmm”
“Mkay”
He first spit on your pussy and kissed it, then he shifted so that his dick was sitting in between your folds, his tip hitting your clit again, and began humping against you at a decent pace.
“Ahh f-fuck baby, why does your pussy gotta be so wet for me. So.fuckin.good”
Those last three words he made it a point to thrust extra hard against your clit. He could feel you trying to grip down on tosomething, but nothin was filling you up. It’s okay though because that’s what Anakin is here for. To make his pretty girl feel good and to fill her up. Of course, only if she wants him to.
Feeling you clench down on nothing was Anakin’s final straw. Sliding back down to your entrance, he slowly pushed his tip in while thrusting slowly to test the waters.
“Mmgghh faster Ani, need it”
You were too lost in the feeling of him thrusting into you to comprehend anything, other than that you needed to feel more. The drag of his tip along your walls genuinely had you losing your mind. You could feel him just barely abt to slip all the way out, and that’s when you wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him towards you. He was not expecting that, so he fell forward, catching himself so close that both of your faces could touch. 
“Hhah f-fuck Angel what-“
“Please, I need you to move faster and go deeper.”
“A man can’t take his time?”
“No, not wi-”
Anakin shut you up with a particularly harsh thrust,  so hard you felt it in your throat. And another after that, only this time he went a tiny bit slower, like he was looking for a reaction. The slow and hard thrusts were continuous, knocking the breath out of your lungs so much that all you could do was whimper for him. Eventually, you understood why he had looked like he was looking for a reaction from you because the minute he found it, you screamed, and he became the absolute devil himself. Thrusting in the exact same spot, he did it harder.
“Hhhhhhmnnnnnnnn ANI”
No response. The only thing you heard was skin slapping against skin and fuck was that sound obscene, but so were the sounds coming from your pussy. Anakin was pleasing her oh so good and focusing on that was all that mattered to him right now. You felt his tip hit that spongy spot in your pussy again and fuck it felt amazing
“Hhhuuhh O-Oh ‘mgonna cum soon Ani”
“Huh uh. You will wait for me.”
He still wasn’t stopping his assault on your G-spot. 
“A-Ani, please ‘m so close”
And then all of it stopped.
“NO, no, no, no, Anakin, what th-“
“I told you that you weren’t cumming without me Angel face. Sorry…but not really.”
Your brain was mush at this point, only thinking about cumming for Anakin. You had to listen to him because finishing was all you were focused on right now. 
While he waited for you to calm down, Anakin ran out into the living room, coming back with what you could only assume was the blunt in his mouth. Grabbing the lighter from the nightstand, he lit it, inhaled, climbed on top of you, and blew the smoke in your face.
“Here, something to calm you down, sweets.”
“Hmph”
“Hmmm hmm hmm, we can hmmm all night long, or you can be a good girl and listen to me. Which would you rather?”
“The second one”
“That’s what I thought; now open your mouth, pretty please.”
“Mmkay”
You let your mouth hang open while Anakin fiddled with something in his hands; he then leaned over your face, his messy curls tickling your face, and pressed his lips so gently to yours. 
*Tap *Tap
His indicator was for you to inhale, and you did like his good girl. Then, without any warning, he slid back into you to the base, making you choke on the smoke. Pounding into you with no avail made your brain go back to mush. Fuck why did he have to know exactly where your G-spot was? He kept hitting it over and over, feeling you clench deliciously around him. The sounds coming from your pussy being assaulted with his thrusts was obscene. Wet and sticky slapping sounds and Anakin’s occasional huffs and groans. You had a thing for him, and this position only made it worse. Missionary was all you had been in tonight, but damn was it underrated as fuck. 
“A-Ani hhuh, need you. Need to hear you”
“I h-hah need you too baby, fuck please j-just wait a little longer.”
“Hhah okay”
After hearing your response, as if his thrusts couldn’t be any fucking faster, he went hard. So hard that you had to hold on to him with your legs and his bed frame was hitting the wall horrendously. With your mind occupied fully, your head fell backwards, mouth lolling open, just letting out the most sinful of moans for Anakin to hear. 
Meanwhile, Anakin was trying his best not to cum on the spot from how loud you got just from him going faster. He needed to hear those moans from you, he was already fucking addicted to the sounds your pussy makes for him just from hitting it, now the sounds are coming from your mouth? He’s cooked. He couldn’t help, but let out a couple of moans himself, some high pitched, because Jesus Christ if your pussy wasn’t the best thing he’s ever gotten to experience. You’re so warm and wet, just for him<3 He could feel the familiar tingle in his spine from hitting it so good, he just needed you to finish first. Finding your g-spot once more, he finished his assault right there.”
“HH-hhunnnnngghhh ANI ‘s too much too much too much”
“Huh uh I know it is. not. Angel. You can’t feel her clenching around me/ She just wants me to keep going doll, I assume you do too?
“Huhhhhnnghhh fuck mmhm’
“That’s what I thought”
Continuing his assault, Anakin didn’t know how much longer he could last with the vice grip that your pussy had on him. He surely knew you wouldn’t last much longer because of the way your body kept convulsing to his touch, anywhere. On your tummy, your thighs, or your arms you immediately flinched like he shocked you, and that’s how he knew. Using one hand to lean himself up against the bed frame, he used the other to snake down to your clit and rub tight hard circles.
“Come on baby, I know you’re close’
“H-Hah Ani oh fuckfuckfuckfuck”
“Mhm, let me hear you Angel”
His movements had your tummy feeling so knotted that the second he touched your clit and started making circles, you were done for. You came on his dick with a scream, clenching so hard around Anakin that he damn near was right there with you. He couldn’t help but let you finish because god you looked divine like that. He lost it when your pussy clenched around him so tight that it felt like you were never gonna let go.
“Fffffuuuuuuuccckkkkkkkkk Angel, where do you want it?”
“Inside me please”
“Mmmmkay sweets”
Anakin thrust 3 more times and finished with a guttural groan. His hips were still moving though and he just couldn’t stop, the feeling of overstimulation making him whimper. The sound had you wanting to go again, but your body was too exhausted, your eyes beginning to flutter shut with Anakin still inside of you<3
You awoke to the warmth surrounding you, realizing you were in the bathtub filled with water, leaning up against Anakin’s chest.
“Hey sleepyhead, how do you feel?”
“Hmm good. Real good.”
You snuggled up against him, the warmth of the water and his chest lulling you back into sleep.
“You’re so beautiful. My precious pretty girl.”
And with that, you let yourself fall back asleep into your pretty boy’s arms. :)
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anakinstwinklebunny · 1 year ago
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Someone please tell him to grow this mullet back 😔🙏
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writtenbyethelcain · 3 months ago
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⤹ lady killers III by g-eazy is so this anakin 🎧
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eightbitpale · 11 months ago
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I just rewatched the rako hardeen arc and it once again hits me how incredibly fucked up that was. Like good lord what were they thinking
And I say this not in a Jedi critical way per se but more in a Jedi flabbergasted way??
Bc clearly at SOME POINT the council had a conversation about what to do about the whole chancellor-assassination-plot thing, and what i want to know is whose pitch was “hey Kenobi what if we hire a bounty hunter to shoot you off a roof in front of your padawan and grandpadawan, then we hold a fake funeral for you (to which we will invite your ex/our political rival, and also not Cody) and then we use the machine from the 1997 Action Thriller Face/Off starring Nick Cage and John Travolta to violently transmutate you into the aforementioned bounty hunter (whom we will have in the meantime arrested) then after a brief stay in Supermax Spaceprison you can infiltrate Count Dooku’s secret team-building saw trap cube (designed by famed criminal mastermind Stabbada Badguyman) in order to save the galaxy. Do you. Do you think you’d be up for that”
And obi-wan, fresh off Zyggeria and about halfway through the worst year of his life is just like
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nottsluvv · 13 days ago
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currently obsessed with anakin skywalker i need him so badddddd
his soft dom but also mean dom but also bratty sub but also good boy
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lunarnightt · 11 months ago
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I’m just gonna leave this here-
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darthmalewife · 2 years ago
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Clone Wars era trip to a planet where men dawning lavish dresses is the norm so to follow cultural tradition Obi-Wan, Anakin, Rex and Cody all have to get dressed up and go to this big event
Cody looks fucking fabulous and he knows it, there is a slit in the dress showing off those toned legs and Obi-Wan is struggling to remember the point of the mission
Rex is having great fun, if he spins the fabric flows about and it amuses him greatly, also a Prince just told him he has a sweet ass?!
Obi-Wan looks like some kind of God, the fabric shimmers in the light, noone can keep their eyes off him [this is also how they find out he has 3 tattoos] and the dress is backless so several photos of that man's shoulders as he reaches to grab something are now online also Rex has to keep smacking Cody because he's been staring at his general's arms for quite some fucking time now
Anakin keeps getting mistaken for a Princess and he's not amused, not at the dress or the royalty comparisons he just fucking hates the colour "Obi-Wan, why do I have to wear lavender? It doesn't work with my pales tones everyone knows I look better in black!" "Anakin there are currently 3 women eyeing you up, stop complaining"
On an unrelated note Rex has just been offered a small city for someone's hand in marriage, Obi-Wan and Cody have been given one room to share because everyone thinks they're a couple [they will be if Cody keeps looking like that for much longer] and some politician has already sent Padme pictures of Anakin
There' a poll on the Holonet after pictures are released publicly:
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dazednstars141 · 1 month ago
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jensen ackles or hayden christensen wouldn’t treat me like this. i want to cry so bad.
i hate boys.
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antianakin · 6 months ago
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Happy fix-it AU where Padme leaves Anakin anyway because she realizes how bad he is for her, and she ends up retiring because she REALLY doesn't want to be a Senator anymore (it was also maybe encouraged by her Queen after her secret marriage to a Jedi was discovered) and she goes back to Naboo to be with her family. She's left behind her responsibilities but she doesn't know what to do now, she's just... adrift, sort-of in limbo and mourning her relationship with Anakin. She has to keep convincing herself not to go back to him because she KNOWS she doesn't want that anymore, she KNOWS she doesn't want to be the person she was with him again, but the thrill of the secret marriage to someone who was so passionate about being with her is also sort-of like a drug.
Her parents both offer to let her come help them in their respective jobs, but she doesn't really have the energy for that right now. She DOES like helping Sola with her nieces because their energy and innocence seems to be a balm for her heart. One day, Sola asks if Padme can take the kids to a local festival in Theed one day while she and her husband go do something else, and Padme agrees. The girls are old enough and Theed is safe enough that they can wander off on their own away from Padme as long as they know not to go TOO far and come back to her after a little while. As she peruses the different artwork on her own, one artist's work stands to her more than anyone else's, it just hits at the core of her and she's not even sure why. She stands in front of a painting of a bird in flight for what seems like hours, though it can't be more than a minute or two, before the artist himself comes over to speak to her.
He addresses her as Senator Amidala, and she quickly tells him that she's not a Senator anymore and she doesn't really want to go by the name Amidala either, she prefers just Padme these days. He agrees, and something about him, maybe his eyes, seems familiar but she can't quite put her finger on it. They talk about his art for a while and everything he says about his inspiration feels like it's speaking directly to her. Eventually, Pooja and Ryoo come up to her and start pulling at her hands, demanding that she come see something with them. Before she leaves, she finally realizes she didn't even know his name and asks him.
It's Palo. The first boy she'd ever loved. The last time she'd seen him she'd been twelve in the Legislative Youth Program. She knew he'd left politics to become an artist instead, but she'd never actually seen any of his art before or ever tried to get back in contact with him. Now she wishes she had. Pooja and Ryoo are still pulling her away so she doesn't have time to really get over her shock at this revelation before she has to leave him behind and someone else comes up to ask him a question in her place.
He shows up at her parents' door the next day with the painting of the bird she'd so adored, and offers it to her as a gift. He refuses to accept any payment for it no matter how much she insists, but asks if she'd be willing to take a walk with him instead. She agrees. They end up spending the whole day together, just talking. For the first time, Padme doesn't feel like she's drowning in her own feelings or floating with no direction. She feels a lot like she's finally come home.
#star wars#padme amidala#palo#palo star wars#anakin critical#anakin skywalker critical#anidala critical#anti anidala#i guess these two would be palodala#palodala#palodala au#i don't think artists on naboo would ever struggle for money#i feel like naboo is so committed to investing in its artists of all kinds that that just doesn't happen#but i kinda want padme to be palo's sugar daddy anyway#“padme sweetheart i make plenty of money i don't need you to keep giving me more”#“i am going to dress you in the finest fabrics and give you literally everything you have ever wanted just because i can”#“will it make you happy?”#“deliriously”#“fine”#they have like 6 kids together because padme wants a big family and he's super happy to oblige#all of padme's handmaidens THOROUGHLY support her new choice of beau#he has no ambitions beyond what he's already accomplished for himself#he likes to tell padme that he had only had one major life goal left and that was to paint a portrait of the queen#and now he gets to paint portraits of the queen everyday if he wants#and he's supportive of whatever padme wants to do#if she wants to just settle down and be a housewife that's totally fine#if she wants to occasionally go out to help with the refugees in some sort of grassroots organization that's also fine#between their two families and the handmaidens there's no shortage of help taking care of the kids#and she's never gone for that long when she knows she has something so beautiful to come home to
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lovefromfreya1 · 4 months ago
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My type I don't fear
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anakinsang3l · 2 months ago
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this the one, your honor.
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