#modern!anakin drabble

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 15th

modern!anakin x cumming untouched

you were mortified, and you can’t fathom how it even occurred in the first place.

anakin had wanted to wait.

he had experience in the past, an era before he met you where he was more reckless with his sexual partners — but since maturing, and getting to know you, he wanted things to be different. he wanted it to be special, especially when he figured out you’d never been touched like that before. time was a precious thing now, where he’d go days and nights thinking of how good he wanted to make you feel, listening out to each little gasp you made when the two of you would kiss, and having to peel himself away, half hard and full of self restraint everytime.

the time had finally come, where you’d decided to be intimate together after a particularly romantic date. anakin had done everything right, and that had only riled you up all the more. he was the perfect gentleman — opening your car door for you, bringing you flowers and pulling out your chair at the restaurant, but under the candlelight there was still something so uniquely rugged and boyish about him that made you clench your legs beneath the table. you felt yourself become uncharacteristically aroused as you tried to focus on what you were speaking about across from him as he sat staring at you intently, nodding attentively to show he was listening, his tongue prodding at his snakebite piercing out of habit. you couldn’t help but trail off, distracted —wondering how it might feel to have the cool metal of the piercing down below on your body.

when he’d clocked onto your state, the look you both shared silently sealed the deal of what the two of you would be up to later on — his mouth stretching into that charming wide grin you knew so well, all white teeth and smile lines, and you couldn’t wait to finally have him on you, or better yet — in you.

the two of you had barely made it back to your apartment, tension thick as honey as he’d followed you inside, stealing touches from eachother until you’d wound up in your bedroom, gasping into his mouth. you could feel yourself getting hotter and wetter by the second, feeling as though you were lacking oxygen but couldn’t bring yourself to care. all you cared about in that moment was anakin, and having him where you wanted him.

as he sucked on your tongue, large hands sliding up your top and into the cups of your bra to thumb at your hard nipples, you couldn’t help but let out desperate, high pitched and depraved sounds to convey your need to him. “this okay, baby?” he cooed, his open mouth not leaving your lips as he asks. you let out a sound resembling “uh huh” but can’t get any words out, otherwise.

luckily, for him that’s enough and he continues. you don’t notice that you’re squirming on the bed, grinding your hips down into the mattress until he tugs lightly on your sensitive nipples and suddenly something is unravelling. the coil in your stomach that you were unaware of had snapped, and you yelped— gasping, panting and whining against his lips. you tried to get your words out, shock and confusion evident in your loud mewling when you tell him “i’m cumming!” all of a sudden.

there’s a millisecond where he freezes, pulling back slightly and looking at you with big dilated pupils and swollen lips. his brows furrow as he continues to play with your nipple with one hand and uses the other to pull you against him, letting you bury yourself into his collarbone as you ride out the unexpected and slightly alarming orgasm. “okay baby, it’s okay!” he cooes comfortingly, letting you dig your nails into his tattooed forearms. his voice is gentle, kind and a little confused as he tries to comfort you through it, your breathing suggesting the shock of it might make you hyperventilate if you weren’t careful.

you’d gotten yourself so worked up, that you’d cum just from him playing with your tits. you felt totally humiliated, as if you’d ruined the whole thing by getting overexcited. you slow your hips that were involuntarily jerking against the mattress and take jagged breaths against him, letting him rub his big warm hand up your spine. “there you go, wow — sensitive girl aren’t you?” he let’s out a delighted laugh, leaning back slightly to try and look at you.

he notices your tearful expression and is quick to take your cheeks in his hands, smoothing his thumbs over them. “you’re okay, just got a little excited, sweetheart. it happens.”

you look up at him, doe eyes twinkling with potential tears. “i ruined it.” you sulk, looking down at your lap.

he’s smiling again. in that typical, life ruiningly anakin way.

“you have no idea how sexy that was, pretty girl.” his voice is raspy and low and he drags his lips across your puffy ones, letting you shakily exhale into his mouth as you listen intently. “you’re new to this, so you might not know a lot and that’s okay, i’m here to teach you.” two large hands find their way to your knees and he parts them slightly, thumbs rubbing soothing circles. he’s not moving too fast, just slowly letting you feel him get closer. “the great thing about having a pretty little pussy,” he begins and you whimper at his vulgar words in disbelief, his hands beginning to slide up your thighs. “is that it can cum for me as many times as it wants to.” his hands slide up your skirt, fingers hooking around your panties as he pulls back, looking you in the eye. “so, how about — i get these off.” he taps your hips concealed by your lace underwear. “and i can give you a couple more, just like that but better.” he proposed and you involuntarily spread your legs, staring at him in disbelief.

“yeah?” he pushes.

“please.”

“atta girl.” he kisses your nose and slides the destroyed fabric down your thighs, chuckling at the mess before getting to work.

requested tags ! : @hanasnx @jellydodger

[prettybabyyyy]

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

[interloved]

nerdy!anakin skywalker who’s secretly a freak

requested by poll!

description box; the nerd with the glasses that tutors you turns out to be not so innocent after all. and he looks even more delicious without his glasses.

warning; heavy nsfw warning, mentions of cheating and an affair, porn with a bit of plot, anakin is a total pervert and freakyyyy, smut under the cut!, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

ANAKIN SKYWALKER IS A nerd, and it’s by default that he doesn’t associate with ‘your kind’.

the popular kind, the pretty kind.

the ones that run around with the football players, the kind of people that have this certain aura that just makes everyone look at them the second they walk into the room.

most of the popular people at your school were known to be arrogant douchebags, unintelligent jerks and vain bitches who thought they were above everyone else. but not you, though.

you were different. you were popular, really uniquely and breathtakingly beautiful, but your heart and soul were just as pretty as you. you also had a jerk of a boyfriend, and you really sucked at mathematics and physics. but luckily for you, your desk mate anakin skywalker, who also happens to sit next to you in physics classes, knows that. and also happens to be a very valued tutor.

“another D?”

anakin’s gaze is deplorable, his lips are pressed together in a pitiful way.

“yeah,” you wince as you examine the big, red D on your paper, “can’t say i didn’t expect it though. i thought the questions were really easy—maybe that should’ve given it away.”

anakin is hesitant, he doesn’t want to upset you—he knows you’ve been called stupid and dumb plenty of times by teachers, but really, he knows you’re not. really, you excel at subjects like history, english or music, you just… need a little tutoring. but he also knows you’re too prideful for that. you’ve never been bad enough at a subject to need tutoring, but you’ve been consistently getting D’s the whole year and there’s nothing anakin can do.

he would’ve let you copy his answers, but the teachers never look away during exams. he wouldn’t have done for just anyone—he would’ve only done it for you.

you’re the kindest person he’s ever met. you probably don’t remember but about four years ago, maybe a little more, he was getting bullied really bad. and not just by anyone, a guy named dylan. he was your boyfriend at the time. and still is. fucking asshole. anakin hated him passionately.

but you’d broken up with him after you’d caught him throwing punches into anakin’s stomach. you had yelled at him, even slapped him, you had taken anakin by the hand and went to the school nurse with him. and you were so kind to him. so sweet. so nice.

honestly, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he developed a huge crush on you. but he never confessed, he knew you were out of his league, and not his. especially after your (shitty asshole! anakin would treat you so much better) boyfriend dylan had apologised to him and you in a heartbreaking manner through a big gesture, and you had forgiven him.

ever since, dylan and anakin still give each other dirty glances and nasty glares, but he never laid hand on him again.

anakin would like to describe you and him as friends. you talked to each other in every class you had together, especially physics, because you sat next to each other, and you always greeted each other in the hallways.

but you guys have never hung out together and you’ve never been to his place, or he to yours.

“listen, maybe you… maybe i can study with you.” anakin muttered gently, carefully studying your face expressions as he made his suggestion.

your eyebrows formed into a frown, “you think that’ll help?”

anakin nodded, relieved you weren’t taking this as badly as he’d thought you would, “yeah, sure. i’m a tutor, you know? i can explain stuff pretty well.”

“oh, i wouldn’t want to impose—” you’re quick to deny, you hate bothering people.

fuck, you’re the sweetest person there is. truly an angel sent down from heaven. anakin made up his mind, right there. he would do anything to make you his.

“no, you’re not imposing. i want to. i want to do this for you.” he smiled, but seeing your hesitant face, he added, “besides, we’re friends. isn’t that what friends do for each other?”

a small smile tugged at your lips. “really? you… you’d do that for me? but i really don’t want to be a bother! you’re so smart and clever, you probably have so many tutees and you’re probably so busy—”

anakin would be replaying those words in his mind tonight. non-stop.

“listen, i really don’t mind. it’ll be like us hanging out. ‘kay? you don’t need to worry about it, i’m happy to be at your service.”

you hesitated for a second. and then you smiled, and anakin knew he’d won. “OK, then. it’ll be like a hangout.”

“it’s settled then,” he smirked at you, “my place? tomorrow afternoon?”

you laugh.

“your place, tomorrow afternoon.”

YOU HAD ABSOLUTELY NO idea how you ended up like this. in his bed. in this position. moaning and whimpering his name.

you were on all fours, legs trembling and quivering, your arms weak and the only thing that was holding you up was anakin’s toned arm, hooked under your waist, holding you up firmly as he thrusted into you.

you had never noticed it before, but his arm… looked so… delicious when it was flexed.

“that feel good, darling?” the smirk in his voice is all too evident, he got off on the way you were so fucking responsive to his every touch.

his hands went from caressing your thighs and kneading your ass to playing with your nipples and tugging back your hair.

“haven’t even begun properly fucking you and you’re already so soaked. does your boyfriend not fuck you, darling?”

your mind is nothing but chaos, and your stomach all fuzzy, and the only thing you can do is whine around his cock, writhing underneath him. you nod, you just nod because your boyfriend’s cock doesn’t kiss your cervix like this, your boyfriend’s cock doesn’t fit into your womb so fucking well, because your boyfriend doesn’t make you feel so, so, so good.

“n-need you to go faster…”

he kisses his teeth with his one, making a quiet ‘tsk’ sound. “that’s not very polite, demanding others like that. what’s happened to your manners, angel?”

he’s fucking you agonisingly and painfully slowly from behind, the question papers he brought and physics notes he made for you, just for you, carelessly scattered in front of you. your hands are gripping them as you moan.

“f-fuck, ani—please just… won’t fuck me faster? can’t… can’t, ‘m not—hah—”

“all right, all right, doll,” he replies to you sweetly, bending over next to your ear, still thrusting into so painfully slowly, “only if you admit that you love me more than your boyfriend.”

your eyes widen. “b-but—”

“ah-ah. no buts. say it or i won’t let you cum.”

you loved your boyfriend. you did! but anakin just made you feel so, so good…

“love you more than my boyfriend,” you moan quietly, closing your eyes in shame.

“‘m sorry, what? i didn’t catch that.” he grinned teasingly.

“ani,” you whine, “don’t be like that.”

he laughs. “all right, all right. cum for me, doll.”

author’s note;

i have never written smut like this before. please have mercy on me 😭😭

[hopesworlld]

wearing an ‘i love emo boys’ top in front of sam monroe !

( swearing, kissing, mentions of cum )

“what the fuck is that?” sam snickered when you entered his bedroom, a wide smile twisted on your lips twisted into a wide grin.

“my new t-shirt,” you giggled, sliding your jumper off of your shoulders and putting your hands on your hips, modeling the top for him. it was a plain black y-shirt with ‘i love emo boys’ written on it in white text, the love replaced with a red heart.

“where did you find that?” sam asked, standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close, your hands came up around his neck, clinging to his as he lifted you up, swinging you off the floor and spinning you around.

“sam!” you screeched, laughing as he tossed you onto the bed. “i found it on etsy and i thought it was perfect,” you said as sam climbed onto the bed after you, grabbing the bottom of your t-shirt and tugging it down so that he could look at it better.

“emo boys?” he then asked with a raised brow and you looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“sammy, c’mon!” you groaned, “you know that you are the only emo boy i want,” you said, grabbing his shoulders and tugging him down so that he is laying on top of you, his face pressed against your chest.

“well then your top should say that,” he murmured, nipping at your chest lightly. you rolled your eyes affectionately, pressing a kiss on his forehead.

“you know how you can prove it?” you asked him, a small smirk twisting on your lips and sam looked up at you curiously, “you could cum on my top, make everyone know who i belong too,” a groan fell from sam’s lips as he pushed himself up on the bed so that he was hovering over you.

“yea, wanna walk around looking like my pretty little cum rag, babe?” sam asked, hand slipping between your thighs and you let out a heavy breath.

“yes, sammy, please,” you begged, hands clutching at his t-shirt tightly and he grinned.

“i fucking love this top” he said before pressing his lips to yours.

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i ❤️ emo boys !

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: professor!anakin x f!reader

Reminding everyone that today's the last day where you can send a request for BUNNYCEMBER

You sat across from him, your pink gel pen tapping nervously against the desk. The private study in his home--technically meant for grading and research--had become your little meeting spot for "extra help sessions". And you really did receive help, leaving all satisfied and smiling..

“Just be honest,” you pleaded, sliding the printed essay across the desk. You made sure the paper would smell faintly of your perfume, and keep the soft, bubbly handwriting in the margins to make Anakin’s lips twitch in amusement.

“Sweetheart,” he said, leaning back in his chair, the crisp button-up he wore stretching deliciously across his chest “do you really want my honest opinion?”

You nodded eagerly, gold hoops glinting under the warm lamp light.

He sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair as he picked up the paper. His glasses, perched on the bridge of his nose, made him look even more like the professor fantasy that had you spiraling in the first place. Mother Nature made a walking temptation, so, how could you just ignore it?

“Well?” you leaned forward just enough for your crop top to ride up, exposing the tiniest hint of skin.

Anakin’s gaze flickered to you briefly, jaw tightening before he returned to the essay.

“It’s...unique,” he finally said, setting it down after what felt like an eternity.

“Unique?” you repeated, expression turning to a disappointed pout “That’s not a good thing, is it?”

“It’s not a bad thing,” he said carefully, though the smirk tugging at those swollen lips betrayed him.

You crossed your arms, huffing. “You’re lying. It’s awful, isn’t it? You think I’m dumb.”

“Dumb?” His tone shifted, sharp and disbelieving. In an instant, he was out of his chair, rounding the desk until he was standing right in front of you. “Don’t ever say that again.”

You looked up at him, wide-eyed, lower lip caught between your teeth. His hands gripped the arms of your chair, caging you in before he leaned down - face just inches away from yours.

“I don’t think you’re dumb,” voice low yet so soothing, having you already squeeze your thighs “I think you’re brilliant in your own way, and I think you know how to get what you want.”

“Besides,” he continued, eyes filling with something you knew all too well as they roamed your face, “you already have me wrapped around your little finger. If you wanted an A on this essay, all you had to do was ask.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Really?”

He grinned, thumb brushing against your cheek before trailing down to your jaw, tilting your head back.

“Really,” he murmured, lips ghosting over yours. “But I’d still make you work for it. You wouldn’t want it to be too easy, would you?”

You shook your head softly “No, Professor Skywalker.”

“Good girl,” tone dripping with approval. “Now, let me show you how you can...improve your thesis.”

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[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

If someone were to have asked you what music you thought MODERN!ANAKIN SKYWALKER listens to, you would've had no idea what to say. Even now you're a little confused, as some alternative-rock crossed with hazy indie dream-pop plays in the room while you're seated on top of him. His large hands clamped on your hips have you rocking faithfully over him, his head of wild curls propped up by the pillow underneath it, intense eyes boring into yours as you listen to music that you would've described as "a little depressing." It's what he chose, and the steady beat reminds you to take your time grinding down on him. The rhythm of your hips match the tempo, and you slow your roll. Every deliberate movement of your body ripples your muscle and tissue in a most delicious way, the kind of demonstration that has Anakin's teeth aching to bite into it. "That's it, angel, you like showing me how pretty you look on my dick?" There's an edge to his voice, lower than usual, gruffer. A darkness in his eyes as he blows a breath through his flared nostrils when he adjusts, jostling you in a way that brushes his tip against your cervix.

You curse, and brace against his broad chest with a splayed hand. "Baby, you gotta be careful. I'm not ready yet." you confess, rutting through the minute sting as his blunt fingernails dig into your skin. You try to distract yourself, give yourself some time to loosen up. "What are we listening to?"

Through furrowed brows and a breath he sucks in, he answers you, "Glare, Quannnic, Loathe, a little Deftones. Do you want something else?" By the sound of it, he knows not everyone shares his music taste, and you tilt your head at him, endeared by the way his tongue sticks out between his lips. Obviously he doesn't take it personally if you choose something else.

"No, no. I like it." you say, winded. Even if it's a little slow, you try to take advantage of the opportunity for more conscious sex. Less about getting to the end as quickly as possible, and letting waves travel through your body, moving like fluid over him to massage his cock with your insides.

"Oh, fuck, princess. I like it like that. Keep moving it like that." his praises shoot straight through you, loosening you up enough to ride him a little harder. Those blue eyes focus where your bodies conjoin, watching the glimpse of his shaft peer through your lips as you rock. Your cute little clit brushes his trail of pubic hair with each move, and he bites down hard onto his lip. He can feel you getting wetter, more flexible. He glances up to meet your gaze, his abdomen curling to flex and protrude every muscle as he fights himself to stay put and not take over. "Are you ready yet? Can I fuck it?"

[cosmicanakin]

how he is in bed ⎯⎯ ANAKIN SKYWALKER.

YAP SESH! in conclusion, anakin is a fuckin' freak in the sheets.

WARNING(S) smut | power dynamics | overstimulation | POSSESSIVE!ANAKIN. ୨ৎ EIGHTEEN PLUS! ADULT CONTENT | minors do NOT interact.

୨ৎ HAYDEN'S LIBRARY.

anakin embraces his inner passions fully in bed. between the sheets he unleashes a primal intensity. he worships your body with devoted mouth and hands, learning just what makes you cry out the loudest. he takes his time bringing you to the edge over and over until you're a quivering, desperate mess. but when you finally beg for release, he denies you at first, dragging out your ecstasy mercilessly until you're sobbing his name. only then will he slam deeply inside to complete your unraveling, swallowing your screams with a fierce kiss. he brandishes you with dark marks too, covering your skin with proof of who you belong to. and when he spills inside with a guttural groan, you know no one else could ever satisfy you the way he does. in bed, anakin is a commanding, dominating lover who leaves you thoroughly ravished and entirely his.

[weixuldo]

So I got a few Ani ideas and I need u to tell me what u think… it’s been awhile but the beast has been arisen

1. Anakin is getting bigger and stronger and his robes are getting tighter which is annoying him- but you just can’t help but dread the day he finally gets new ones (think in between aotc and rots- he trains harder and builds more muscle- THIGHS 4 DAYS)

2. You’re a well known figure in the public eye of coruscant (probably a senator) and get approached by a curious kid. Anakin watches in amazement as you handle the child so naturally and he can’t help but wanna pump a baby into you right then and there

3. 23 year old reader/ late 40s anakin ( luke and leia are 20) You met the twins in college// bsf w leia- luke is nice ig (luke has a massive crush on u)

- anakin always thought you were pretty (his dick twitches when you call him mr sw). You apply for a summer internship at a big business as a secretary for a temp job and happens to be his business. ur his secretary and end up just living at his house for the summer ( ur not from that city)

4. frat boy anakin and naiive reader (mixed signals, toxicity and smut)

5. Line cook ani and waitress reader during their break 🤭

Pls pls pls lmk what idea u wanna see next!!

[nyctonoxie]

coffee. — ANAKIN SKYWALKER.

summary: coffee shop au I thought of earlier with a friend of mine. warnings: reader implied. no exclusive mention of y/n, gender neutral descriptions. insert is referred to once as "mother nature." notes: 735 words. sfw. not proofread.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER , fresh out of high school with his short cropped dirty-blonde hair and his watercolor eyes. He's kind, popular among customers. There's something so alluring about him. Maybe it's how he holds eye contact- follows his customers eyes as their gazes fit away. Or perhaps it's the fact he seems taller every time his regulars come back for their typical order. There's just- something about him that keeps customers returning.  ㅤHe's working here over the summer before he goes into collage. It keeps his hands busy, although he spends most of his free time outside of the quaint little shop below cars, or leaned over their hood. Occasionally, he'll come into a shift with oil still staining the lines in his hands, sticking under his nails-- grime on the edge of his shirt, caught in his 5-o'clock shadow he hasn't had time to shave. Obi-Wan, his boss, despises this.  ㅤAnakin is particularly fond of a new regular he's acquired. He remembers meeting them as if it happened mere hours ago. He'd parked further away than usual, for whatever reason. All he remembers on that front is that'd he'd regretted it. The cold bites at his cheeks and makes his nose sting. It's just about ruined his day, despite wearing a fleece jacket the cold has still wormed it's way in and made itself home in his bones.  ㅤHe's interrupted by someone who seems to be having a worse day than he is. They look around his age, maybe a little older, and he contemplates leaving them for someone else. His shift starts in about thirty minutes and he'd rater warm up in the back than be someone's savior today. Good deeds don't tip and he really needs the money.  ㅤUnfortunately for Anakin, they spot him before he can evade. He doesn't look exactly- friendly, per say. Brows furrowed and He's looking at them as if they're mother nature. As if they'd made this frigid weather just to rain on Anakin's party. Their words die on their tongue, and instead, they stare like a deer caught in headlights. And he just stares right back.  ㅤ"Excuse me- I'm sorry to bother, but my car just broke down and I-" They start, laughing a little to ease their own anxieties. "I've been all over the place and My phones dead. Could you call someone-? or-" And they almost cut themselves off, too terrified at the idea of asking this particular gentlemen, Anakin, for help. "-or help? Maybe?"  ㅤAnakin humors them for their own sake. He nods, wordlessly, and shoulders past them, bracing a hand on their already opened hood as he leans over the front of the car. He doesn't see anything visually wrong, but it's always hard to tell when it comes to cold-weather breakdowns. "How long were you driving for?"  ㅤ"Not long- maybe five minutes? Give or take?" Anakin hums, nodding along. "Did you let your car warm up?" And they pause, and look at him as if he's the stupid one. But they laugh instead, and their cheeks flush even more as if they're embarrassed. "I was in a rush this morning- My fluids are probably frozen. A friend warned me about that once. I didn't even think of that."

 ㅤAnakin shuts the hood before he speaks again. He's found he doesn't mind their company. "It's a common issue. Happens all the time." And he pauses, before nodding to his coffee shop a few feet away. "You could grab a drink while your car warms up. I'll walk with you. I need to clock in anyway." And he cant say he's not delighted when they agree, letting their car warm up as they begin to walk towards the shop.

 ㅤThey handle most of the conversation, chatting away while Anakin listens. He'll add on every once in a while, but he prefers to watch and listen. Once they're inside, he takes their order, and repeats it in his mind when he makes it. Repeats the name they gave, too. Anakin scribbles down a note on the side of their cup before he hands it to them. Waves them off and bids them well. They can feel his eyes on them as they leave.  ㅤOnce they're back in their now properly running car, they glance at the note left scribbled on the side, ink smudged from his hand.

'Warm your car up next time. - Anakin S.'

[sargeant-bxrnes]

ride

summary: [au] anakin finally bought that bike he wanted so badly, and invited you to try it for the first time with him. riding won’t be the only thing you’ll be doing on that bike.

content/warnings: modern!anakin, fast driving, bikes. | SMUT: dirty talk, praise, unprotected, messy & rough sex, sex on top of a bike, outdoor sex (no one is around)

wc: 2.4k

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You'd never been partial to motorcycles, they weren't easy to drive, not to mention dangerous, it was always more practical for you to stick to four-wheeled vehicles and you'd preferred it that way so far.

But when Anakin finally bought you that motorcycle he'd been saving up for... you understood the appeal. The motorcycle was sleek, painted a deep, jet black that seemed to absorb the surrounding light. The glossy finish gave it a mirror-like quality, reflecting the world around it. Chrome accents adorned its frame, catching the glint of streetlights and passing cars, the handlebars gleamed, polished to perfection— you didn't know much about bikes, but you knew it was pretty.

"So?" he asked with a little knowing smile, looking at your face to gauge your reaction. "what do you think of it?"

"It's really pretty," You said honestly to your boyfriend, admiring it from up close, your finger softly trailing over the chrome accents. "I get why you've been so obsessed with it."

"Aha! I knew you'd get it," He chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, pulling back slightly to whisper over them. "So... wanna take it for a ride?"

Your heart fluttered at the touch of his lips and the whispered invitation. "Yes, I'd love to,"

"Good thing I also bought two helmets then." He mused casually, as if he'd known all along that you'd agree to go for a ride, as he nods his head to the helmets hanging from the handlebars. "Ready?"

"Mhm." You walked closer to the bike, taking your helmet from handlebars and putting it on. "want me to sit in front of you or behind? You're the driver, baby, so however is more comfortable for you."

"Oh," he looked at the bike, quickly thinking about the logistics and the safest option. "I think I want you sitting behind me, you can cling to me that way and I can focus on the road"

Anakin walked closer and swung his leg over the motorcycle, straddling it, and then looked over his shoulder at you, as he placed the red helmet on his head. "C'mon princess, hop on."

You moved closer to the bike to get on it, it was a bit of a struggle since the bike was considerably taller on the back, but you managed to sit behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, securely but not too tight.

Anakin smiled at the feeling, and gave your hand a soft squeeze before moving his hands to the bike, starting it up with a roar. He took his time adjusting everything until he felt comfortable with it, slowly driving out of the parking lot.

"You okay back there?" he asked over his shoulder as he drove down the empty street, taking in the feel of freedom that only comes from riding a motorcycle.

"Yeah, you're pretty comfy." You replied humorously over the hum of the bike, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Anakin chuckled, the vibration of it traveling through his body and into yours. "I'm glad to hear that," he mutters before glancing in the rearview mirror at you, a smile tugging at his lips.

You looked around as he kept driving at a good speed, soon the city was left behind as he took a route to the outskirts of the city, where it mixed with the beautiful forest surrounding, you held on tight to him from behind, admittedly it felt real nice to have his body pressed against yours, the wind on your face and the soft vibrations of the bike underneath.

Anakin smiled at the sight of you enjoying yourself, and removed one of his hands from the handlebars, he carefully placed it on your thigh next to him and squeezed softly, letting his hand slide higher.

"What do you think?" he asked casually, raising his voice so you could hear him.

"It's amazing," You admitted over the road noise, your hands firmly planted on his abs. "you're a really good rider."

His heart swelled with pride at your words, turning his head slightly to kiss you, it was a risk, sure, but he couldn't help himself.

"Thank you," he murmured, grinning from ear to ear as he felt his cock beginning to twitch in his pants, it could've been the feeling of your closeness or the vibration of the bike, he wasn't sure. "I try my best."

You enjoyed the ride, but admittedly, you too were getting slightly horny. The bike was vibrating and humming under you, sending vibrations up all the right places, and every bump on the road had your heart skipping a beat, your breasts were firmly pressed against his strong back, not to mention his hand kept caressing your thigh softly. — Still, you remained silent about it, not wanting to distract him.

Anakin felt your body growing hotter behind him, the growing heat between your legs, his cock throbbed harder in response. He knew exactly what you were feeling as he leant back, pressing his back against you.

He felt so good, you unconsciously ground against him as the bike went over a speed bump, making your body slide closer to his.

Anakin groaned softly, his eyes narrowing for a moment as he tried to focus on the road ahead. He knew he should focus on driving, but with you pressed against him like this... it was hard not to give in.

Realizing what you were doing, you pulled back to not invade his personal space, just as the bike went over another speed bump, this one hit just right, the perfect vibration and friction against your clothed pussy, you managed to bite back the moan, barely.

He moved his eyes to the mirror to glance at you, seeing the struggle it takes for you not to moan out loud, it only made his cock throb harder inside his pants. That's it.

"Baby," he calls out to you over the constant hum of the bike, his voice roughened by lust— without another word, he took a sharp turn into a secluded area at the side of the road, surrounded by bushes and pretty trees, before stopping the bike and turning off the engine. "I need you."

You don't even question what he was doing, you know, you stood up from the bike and got down, assuming you two would do it against a tree, but...

Anakin quickly unfastened his helmet before setting it down on the bike's handlebars, he kicked the foot stand so the bike would still. He then turned back to you with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Right here," he murmurs, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you close against him as he reached for your chin with the other hand to tilt your head up towards him. "let me have you here, yeah?"

You bit your lip, both from arousal and nervousness. "How are we... gonna have sex on the bike though?"

He chuckled softly, his warm breath fanning across your lips as he answer. "Ride me." he murmured, leaning in to press your lips to his.

The kiss was deep and passionate, tongues danced against each other as they explored the taste of one another's lips. It was a needy, hungry kind of kiss that leaves both panting for more.

Following his request, you moved over to straddle Anakin, as he straddled the bike. Was it risky? Maybe. Yeah.

Automatically, his hands moved to your hips to keep you steady on top of him. He could feel right off the bat how wet were for him and it only fuelled his desire.

"Fuck," he rasped out, leaning forward slightly to brush his lips against yours once more before capturing them in another searing kiss, he was clearly as desperate as you were. His hands slid up your body, unbuttoning your shirt and unclasping your bra, blindly cupping your breasts in his palms.

His mouth left yours to trail hot kisses down your jawline and across your neck before reaching your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, he twirled his tongue around the hardened bud, grazing slightly with his teeth before sucking on it gently, and then moved his mouth to the other breast to give it the same treatment.

"God," he groaned against your skin, letting go of you momentarily to run his hand over the length of his cock through his pants. The rough fabric scraping against his swollen head is almost unbearable for him. "I need you so fucking bad."

"I need you too," You admitted, filled with need and a noticeable lack of hesitation, you rolled your skirt up, bunching it up over your hips, exposing your wet panties, making sure to not move too much so the motorcycle wouldn't tumble, your thighs were over his, but his pants, boxers and your panties were still in the way.

Anakin tore his eyes away from your body, taking a moment to compose himself before looking at you again. He reached down between the two of you and grasped onto his cock through his pants, he couldn't take it anymore. With one swift motion, he unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper, pulling his cock free, letting it spring up, the cool air making him gasp slightly. — he was harder than ever, his tip red and swollen, leaking precum already.

You whimpered in empathy at the sight, your mouth watered, but to be fair, you were too damn horny to just suck him off, so you rose your hips, hovering above him as he still straddled the bike, making it easier for him to have access.

Anakin's cock visibly twitched as you positioned yourself over him, the friction of your bodies together almost unbearable. He reached up to cup one of your breasts again while he used his other hand to guide himself towards your wet heat.

"Please," he begged softly against your skin, his fingers lightly teasing a hardened nipple as his cockhead pressed insistently against your wet panties. "I need this."

You rocked your hips, rubbing your pussy against his cockhead through your panties as you nod in consent. "Y-yeah, please."

Anakin took that as his cue, using one hand to slide down your body until he was holding onto your hips. He leant forward slightly and reached between the two of you again, taking hold of your flimsy panties in his fist before giving them a sharp tug, they come off with a soft ripping sound, exposing your wet pussy, his cockhead was now fully nestled between your wet pussy lips, it felt so damn good, and it looked even better.

The mere friction and the sight of his cock rubbing against your pussy made you moan slightly, you lifted your hips more, so he could guide and slide his cock inside you.

Anakin's breath hitched as he guided the head of his cock against your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit to gather some wetness before pressing forward slowly, feeling the tight heat enveloping him, he kept his eyes on the scene, observing your pussy slowly stretching around his cock. "Fuck, that's it, just like that."

You moaned softly again, both due to the feeling and the praise, as you felt every inch of his cock as he slid in. One of your hands held on to him, and to the bike with the other.

Once fully sheathed inside you, and after giving you some seconds to adjust, he braced his arms on either side of you as he started thrusting slowly into your wet pussy. The sensation indescribable, and he knew it was only going to get better.

"God, you're tight baby," he groaned out loud, tilting his head back with a shudder that ran through him at the sheer pleasure. He picked up the pace, driving deeper inside of you with each powerful stroke, his hips slamming against yours in time with rhythm.

"Just like that Ani, right there." You moaned in response against his neck as he kept fucking into you, your thighs still firm against his, the motorcycle was incredibly firm under both, rocking a bit but nothing dangerous.

Anakin moaned low in his throat, feeling you milking the head of his cock with each downstroke. He began thrusting harder and faster now, lost to the sensation of having you wrapped around him so tightly.

"That's it, baby, that's it, you're taking me so, so good." he praised against your skin as he took firmer hold of your hips, moving you up and down on his cock in a satisfying rhythm for both.

"B-baby it feels so good-"

Anakin groaned out loud, his hands gripped your hips tightly as he began pounding into you harder still. He could feel himself getting close already, the familiar pressure building in his balls and behind his cock.

"I know it does," he coos back at you, nipping lightly at your earlobe before dragging his teeth down to nip softly on your neck.

As soon as one of Anakin's hands slid between your bodies to rub your clit, you were a goner, feeling your orgasm getting closer and closer, your pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock.

Anakin felt you going tense around him, the knowledge that you were close enough to orgasm sent his own desire skyrocketing. He started thrusting harder into your tight heat as he continued rubbing your clit in tight circles.

"Cum for me, c'mon pretty girl, cum for me," he incited against your skin, nipping lightly at your neck before soothing it with a soft kiss. The combination of his rough love and gentle affection pushed you over the edge as you finally gave in to the pleasure coursing through you.

The sudden tightening of your pussy sent him over the edge as well. He groaned loudly into your neck as he came inside of you, his hot seed filling you up with every pulse. "Fuck," he whispered roughly against your skin, holding onto you tightly as he tried to catch his breath. "I love you."

You let out a breathless chuckle, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend in a hug, feeling his cock twitch inside your pussy due to the after orgasm. "I love you too."

Anakin returned the hug tightly, feeling your warmth envelop him. He leant his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath, still trembling slightly from the intensity of the sex.

"God," he whispered softly into your hair before pressing a gentle kiss there. "that was... fucking incredible."

"It really was." You agree, whimpering as you slid his soft cock out of your pussy with a soft pop, a bit of his cum dripping out. "we should probably head back home before we get caught, though."

"You're right," he whispered back as he nodded in amusement, reaching down to wipe off any remaining cum on your legs, pushing it back inside with his fingers, earning another moan from you. "Let's head home."

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 25th

modern!anakin x virginity loss

god, he’d be so sweet on you.

always telling you that ‘it’s okay’ and that he ‘can wait’ even though you can feel his hard on pressing against your ass when you sit on his lap every time the two of you make out. he wanted to be careful, make you comfortable, find out what really makes you tick.

you’d been building slowly towards sex, starting with him rubbing you over your panties until you came one evening when he was sleeping at your house, a stuffed animal from your childhood digging into his spine as he crams himself into your bed, hand down your pyjama shorts cooing sweet nothings at you as you made a mess inside your cotton panties. it was the first time he’d touched you intimately at all, the movie the two of you were previously watching still playing on the screen, the only thing illuminating the room. “you feel that, pretty girl? can you tell me how it is? need t’hear some words, yeah?”

the next few times were strictly him still getting you off — dry humping with you on his lap, his back leaning up against the tree of an empty field one your picnic date. your sundress was bunched up around your waist, short gasps falling into his parted lips as you grind your pantie-clad crotch against the hard-on in his basketball shorts, whimpering and digging your nails into the material of his black tshirt. his snakebite piercing skims your lips when he talks. “its okay beautiful, make yourself feel good — know you need it.” a big warm hand stroking your clammy back.

you then graduated to riding his thigh a week later in his living room, anakin manspreading on his arm chair having placed his playstation controller to the side to attend to you when you’d given him the needy eyes and sweet pout telling him you were ‘thinking about last time’ in that innocent voice of yours. he’d talked you out of your panties this time, your skirt rumpled on the floor as you hump his sweatpants covered leg, naked from the waist down as he coaches you through it, more and more vocal each time he gets you off. “my needy girl, aren’t you? m’gonna have a problem on my hands if you can’t control yourself like this, aren’t I? what’s gonna happen when i’m not here for you to hump like a little puppy dog?” he tests the waters with his teasing, a giant grin on his face— noting the way you collapse against him with a pornographic moan when he does so.

the same evening, you couldn’t bare to blue-ball him any longer and begged him to let you give him a handjob atleast. it didn’t take much convincing, and not long after he’d calmed you from your orgasm, you were quickly pushing him towards his as you perch on his leg, staring at him with wide submissive eyes, listening to his every direction as you pump your wet hand up and down his shaft. he’d learnt by now how much praise effects you, and now he was gathering that you needed it just as much when you weren’t the one being pleased, rather doing the pleasing. “am i doing okay, ani?” you’d politely enquire, the hand that was resting on his own head would come down to stroke your cheek lazily, eyes on your hand. “yeah baby, my best girl. you wanna twist your hand a little for me? yeah just like that. maybe spit on it a little more. fuck, good fucking girl.” you really liked how he spoke when he felt good.

you’d come to him only two days later, shy and polite as ever asking to suck him off. “i read about how to do it good in cosmo.” you tell him proudly, albeit slightly naively as you flop down on your stomach on your bed, kicking your feet behind you as you converse with him casually. he chuckles from where he lounged against your headboard. “oh yeah? you a pro now?”

you nod with a happy ‘mhm’ which he finds adorable as he tilts his head a little, regarding you curiously. “my love, you’ve seen how big it is. i don’t know if you’re ready for that in your mouth. might choke.” he bites back another chuckle and you shake your head urgently, scrambling up on the bed to kneel right beside where he sat with wide eyes, ready to convince him.

“no way, my gag reflex is pretty good! i swear!” you plead and his gaze darkens just a touch, focused on your lips now.

“lets see. open up.” he lifts his hand, tapping your bottom lip with his two fingers. you don’t question it, welcoming his fingers into your mouth until they’re pushing deeper and your brows are furrowing, watery eyes fighting the urge to roll back as you stare at him. he’s grinning now, feeling his dick chub up a little in his sweatpants. “uh-huh.” he proves as you gag a little.

you grasp his wrist, blinking away your tears as you press a kiss to the tips of his stiffened fingers when he pulls them out, holding his hand there as you stare up at him desperately. “let me try, please?”

and how can he say no when you ask so nicely? of course, he lets you suck and lick on him to your hearts content, being the perfect teacher until he’s giving you the first real taste you’ve ever had of him.

a week later, he finally gets to finger you — properly.

you’re snuggled into him, open mouth panting into his neck as he scissors two fingers inside you. “oh god, ani.” you sob as if it hurts and he shushes you, puckered lips pressing to your temple and spare hand rubbing your back.

“baby, y’keep begging me to fuck you but you can’t even take these fingers. you want it or not, hm?” he cooes gently as if he isn’t ever so slightly humiliating you.

“m’trying!” you hiccup.

“and you’re doing so good for me.”

finally, after a few weeks of combining all that you’ve learnt from anakin — you can’t wait any longer, and neither can he. with you laid out naked before him, he caresses your cheek.

“is it gonna hurt, do you think?” you ask, and he scratches behind your ear.

“it shouldnt, you’re so good at taking my fingers now aren’t you? think i got you nice and ready.” he explains as you nuzzle into his palm for comfort.

his tip nudges at your entrance and you’re already mewling. “you ready for me, pretty? you gonna tell me if you wanna stop?”

“yes ani, please!” your manicure digs into his tattooed shoulders.

he’s so good with you, hissing through his teeth when he gets all the way in, kissing away your shocked expression at how deep he feels. he has the patience of a saint, hands stroking your skin and soothing you until your hips are writhing against his, begging for him to fuck you. “look at you, you proud of yourself, sweet girl? getting fucked by your boyfriend, just like you wanted. gonna take it nice and slow, yeah?” he huffs, practicing self restraint.

it’s not often you can make someone cum the first time you fuck them, let alone cum as hard as anakin makes you — but by the time he’s done, your legs are shaking and you’re limp, only able to be scooped up into his arms and held, his hoarse voice shushing your weak whimpers as you jerk from the aftershocks.

“did so good. so good.”

[cillivnz]

TRICKSTER

pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader

trope. best friends decide to fuck? idk.

synopsis. when you decide to flex your tricks with a keg-stand on anakin, he decided to drink with you, but not the liquor— your pussy.

warnings. NSFW. 18+. modern au. porn without plot, alcohol consumption, brief dubcon (turns consensual), cunnilingus, brief ass-eating (return of analkin), outdoors, cursing, mention of alcohol poisoning, pet-names, slight degradation, vaginal fingering, breast-play, cum-eating.

a/n. i need both things incorporated here; a keg stand and anakin eating me out. i’ve used a picture of sam monroe here, i just felt like it fit the au better, let me know if you guys maybe would wanna read something for him? twirls hair, bats eyelashes at you.

“ANI, WATCH THIS,” you ask him, for the third time in a row to watch you cannonball into the lavish pool. anakin feigns faux pride in you, clapping sarcastically when you swim up to the surface to see his reaction.

the clear poison coursing through your veins, the bittersweet smirnoff that you’ve been chugging neat, had began working its magic into your senses.

you were home alone, your parents’ place left to you all by yourself as they left for business outside of coruscant. with the sun shooting heatwaves directly at your city, you decided what better way to make peace with your solitude than to invite your childhood best friend over to drink the day away?

ANAKIN SKYWALKER WAS MORE than happy to oblige to your “pretty please’s,” pulling up to the house in nothing but black trunk shorts, while you were in a black, skimpy bikini.

he’d been ogling at you the whole time, too.

you pretended not to notice the bite of his lip when your cleavage would come into sight, and shrug away the feeling of his eyes devouring your ass whenever you had your back towards him.

with his help, you had set up a keg-stand, eager to impress with some tricks up your sleeve.

“hey, anakin,” you called out, a mischievous half-smile tugging at your lips. “hm?” he looked up to you. the liquor trickling down his stubbled chin, his brows furrowed at the feel of his tastebuds dying at the hands of the alcohol. using the back of his large hands, he wiped off his face.

you squirmed at the sight.

he was your best friend, but you had eyes.

anakin’s always been a gorgeous boy, the perfect man to have. easy on the eyes, funny, attentive, possessive, and just so, so good to you.

and only you, it seems.

nobody else gets this princess treatment, none but you.

you smiled triumphantly, you were fawning over a man that wasn’t even yours, but you’d be damned if you cared to stop.

“check this out!” you raced over to the stand, getting in position to start chugging.

WAS THIS A BAD IDEA? probably.

would you care to stop? fuck no.

anakin looked over at you, amused. he raised a brow at your current state; ass in the air, tits flopping in the barely covering bikini top, your form slightly wavering, causing him to walk over to you.

“very impressive, trickster.” he tried not to chuckle. “need help?” he asked, snaking his hands around your waist to steady you. your heart skipped several beats at the gesture, now realising how awkward this position is.

his face so close— too close to your ass— that you felt his hot breath on your wet skin.

his hands began to roam, kneading the flesh— whatever flesh he could touch, massaging your waist and hips, before making his way to your chest. you nearly choked on the beer shooting up your mouth when he untied the strings of your bikini, letting the top fall to the ground.

“hey, sweetheart,” he mocked your earlier tone,

“SWEETHEART, WATCH THIS!” he grinned devilishly before shifting your thong to the side and shoving his face between your folds.

your legs instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, trying so hard not to choke on the relentless liqueur shooting through the pipe.

anakin was cruel, what if the liquid went down the wrong hole and you choked to death?

speaking of the wrong hole, his tongue now licked the tight rim of your ass, smirking to see you writhe in discomfort.

“anakin, what the f—” you gasped for air as the pipe left your mouth.

“shh,” anakin spoke against your drooling slit, sending shivers down your spine (or up, since you are hanging upside down?) “don’t waste, and show me all the tricks you’ve been talking my ear off to show.” his arm wrapped around your slim waist to steady you, while the free hand traveled down to your chest to pinch and pull at your nipples.

you moaned, gushing around his face. his little stubble pricked at your skin, while his tongue sent sharp jolts of pleasure through you when he taunted your clit with the tip; the sensation, delicious, much like the taste of you for anakin.

“such a sweet cunt, i can’t believe it took just one bottle of vodka to get you laid out for me.” he slurred against you, sucking harshly on your clit, easing a finger into your walls.

you moaned pornographically, gagging on the pipe.

for your sake, and his, he better finish what he started before you die of alcohol poisoning.

but with the fervency with which he was assaulting your poor pussy, you ought to rest assured.

“cum on my tongue, slut. i wanna taste you in my mouth, not the booze.” he grabbed you by the hips and began grinding your entire body on his face; drenched in your juices, but not once stopping, he sucked the soul out of your swollen clit, while his fingers curled against your g-spot.

you clenched your thighs around his head, not that anakin minded, struggling to drink beer while anakin was doing just fine drinking your juices.

with one final lick on your clit, and one final thrust of two of his fingers, he had you coming undone in his mouth, like he wanted.

he helped you down, but wouldn’t leave you alone. he groped your breasts roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. you weren’t even given a jiffy to yourself to breathe.

when he broke the kiss, he had that mischievous look on his face; the one that gets you into the best kind of trouble.

“ani—” you said his name in a cautionary tone, but it was too late; he swept you off your feet and headed indoors.

“anakin, let go of me!” you chuckled, flopping around like a fish out of water on his shoulder.

“not a chance,” he tsk’ed at your request, like it was the stupidest idea ever.

“unless you want me to fuck you outdoors?” he looked over at you, a hopeful glee in his eyes.

your tricks have come around to bite you in the ass, little trickster. now, brace yourself for a hell of a pounding.

main masterlist. more of anakin.

[interloved]

toxic!anakin skywalker; ex boyfriend edition.

description box; your ex boyfriend anakin skywalker finds you at a party after weeks after your alleged break up. in his eyes, you’re still his girlfriend, so… why’re you hanging out with that guy? have you forgotten you’re his? you probably need him to remind you again… and he’ll do that with pleasure.

warnings; nsfw warning, mature themes like violence —> minor blogs do not read, TOXIC BEHAVIOUR LIKE THIS SHOULD NOT BE ROMANTICISED!!; porn with plot, anakin is a toxic little psychopath as always (therapy when??), smut under the cut!, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

part one.

ONE THING ABOUT YOUR ex boyfriend anakin skywalker that you absolutely hate is how a fight between the two of you never fails to become a yelling match. anakin doesn’t always initiate it, you have to admit that, sometimes you did too, but it was usually his fault it became an argument at all.

another thing you hate is how the two of you have an unofficial “break up ritual”—and it’s escalated so badly that it’s gotten to the point where your friends are telling you to break up with him. constantly.

they say it’s unhealthy, it’s toxic, he’s not good for you. they say he’s controlling, he’s possessive, and that he’s a gaslighter. they say he’s a master manipulator, that his issues can’t be fixed by anyone, and that you should leave him before it’s too late.

it’s not like you haven’t tried. you have, you just keep failing again and again somehow. maybe because if anakin is anything, it’s addictive. you’re not sure what it is, but something about him always has you crawling back, back to his comforting embrace, back into his apartment, back into his arms.

you don’t know how he does it—maybe it’s that damned “break up ritual”. he’ll yell, you’ll yell back, he’ll cry and beg you to forgive him and to come back home, you’ll give him the cold shoulder for a month or two, he begs you to come back again, you make up (have sex), pretend that fight never happened and repeat. it’s always the same.

but this time, it’s different.

anakin and you have been broken up for about two months and a half, and your ex boyfriend is getting nervous. it’s never taken you this long to return home—usually, it’s never taken you more than two months to come back.

but never this long. and you’ve never attended a party without him. let alone talk to a guy. ever.

anakin’s fingers drummed on his steering wheel at somewhat irregular intervals, and he looked at the house he was parked in front of. the pictures his friend had snapped and sent him were blurry and dark, but there was no doubt he had captured your small frame—and the guy standing next to you.

“OK, that’s it.” he snarls, and he closes the door of his car.

you belong to me, he thinks.

IT DOESN’T TAKE YOU long to figure out the guy you’ve been talking to ditched you. you’ve been wandering around, looking almost everywhere for him, but you just couldn’t seem to find him. it appeared like you had been left alone.

but then, you found someone else. leaning on a doorframe. head slightly cocked, a small, triumphant smile. one that you were used to more than anything.

“ani?” you whisper in confusion, and you were thankful the music was too loud for him to hear that damned nickname you always used to call him. he made his way to you and for one split of a second, you considered just running away.

“hey, you,” he grins at you, “partying, huh?”

you blink. this was… too normal. he was acting like you guys had never broken up. but you were willing to believe he’d changed.

“yeah. um, my friend ditched me for dinner, sooo… now i’m here.”

he clicks his tongue, “aw, that sucks.” and suddenly, he’s looking at you with such an intense gaze. he’s always been this way—so overwhelmingly intense, possessive but intense. passionate, but intense. scary intense.

“i would’ve never ditched you.”

and there it is again. that possessive glint in his eye.

“i don’t belong to you anymore,” you mutter, looking away.

and then, all of a sudden, “i miss you.”

your head whips around. you didn’t expect that—partly because anakin isn’t the type to admit his feelings in generl, and partly because anakin’s never been the one to try and get you back. it’s always been you crawling back to him, never him chasing after you.

it’s such a stupid thought but, maybe he’s changed. he hasn’t

“listen, i know what you’re probably going to say, but why don’t we grab a coffee some time and just, i don’t know, talk—”

“sure,” you find yourself answering, you answered too quickly for your own liking and because you want to soften your response a little, you add, “why not? it’ll be nice catching up.”

anakin grins at you with a way that is just so unmistakenly anakin, and flashes you cheeky wink. “it’s a date, then.”

and maybe it’s because you’re lonely, or because you’re tipsy, or because you really do miss anakin too, but you return his mischievous smirk with a little smile of your own. and maybe it’s because you’re drunk, but you genuinely believed he had changed.

how wrong you were.

PART TWO COMING SOON!

[laylaplease]

Ani loves taking his pretty girl out for cute winter dates. It gets all chilly and snowy; her cheeks flush in soft pink and nose tingles from the cool breeze, which is a perfect excuse for him to adjust her scarf. "C'mere, love. Let daddy get you nice and warm." He tucks you in soft wool material and kisses a snowflake off your brow. Anakin is in absolute awe about how gorgeous HIS princess is, with white covering her hair and hands clutching a hot coffee cup – seeking a warm remedy for her reddened knuckles. He's obsessed with the fact that by the end of your little wintery adventure, your body will be covered in chills, and the only place to find relief will be the warmth of his embrace.

[distortionbobble]

"do you ever shut up" no... and nobody asked for this but i'm thinking about situationship!anakin right now. minors dni. fic has no warnings rn . might expand this one. modern au.

see the thing is, if any of your friends had gotten into this, you would have done a whooole extraction mission to get them out of it. a situtaionship? with that fine-as-fuck man? pretty wavy brown hair and that stupid fucking smile... baby your eyes look like the ocean i'm not arguing with you...

you found him on hinge during one of your dry-spells. the first thing you noticed was how pretty this man is. his profile featured pictures of him hanging out of the window of his car, gravity pulling his hair down as he flashed the camera a prize winning smile. another picture inside a restaurant, just a hint of manicured nails in the corner of the photo.. taken by an ex-girlfriend, maybe? you hum, and scroll down to see the rest of his profile.

"anakin, 22... figuring out my dating goals," you murmur to yourself, munching on your popcorn. okay, figuring out dating goals, that means... means what? a situationship? fuck, do you even have that in you? you're ready to x him out but something makes you wanna look at that face just one more time. fuck, he's pretty.

before your better judgement can stop you you're typing out a quick response to his prompts. green flags i look for are... good at legos. okay, that's cute, right? maybe he doesn't know what his dating goals are because it's kind of intense to be like, i want a long term relationship. that is a lot of pressure. you respond by sending him the lego flowers bouquet that's sitting on your coffee table (yes, your ex gifted it to you. no, that doesn't matter to you. what he doesn't know won't kill him. besides, it was a good present).

does this count? you respond, tossing your phone to the side to focus on Love Island playing on the TV, not expecting a response from anakin for at least a couple days. which is why you're almost shocked when the screen lights up with a notification from hinge.

anakin: yeah, looks pretty good to me ahaha

anakin: sent an image

anakin: rate the set up?

you open it with curiosity and a little bubbly feeling in your chest-- a cute boy matched with you, you're pretty sure it's well within your rights to be a little excited. it's a rather impressive set up of a few different lego sets, all built meticulously. you spot a few that are difficult to get your hands on, and think for a second on how to respond to him.

you: do i spot the indiana jones temple escape set?

anakin: oh my god yes that's my favorite set lmao, took ages to get it

you: dude that's so lucky

you stare at the screen, biting your lip. fuck, this is such a dry-ass conversation, it'll probably die out anyways so you don't bother sending a follow-up

anakin: honestly pretty lucky in general w all my sets. i've got a coupe unopened ones if you wanted to hang out and do them w me sometime tho? might be fun.

oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. okay, be cool about this. wait, is this code for a hookup? okay, hang out and do them with him = y'all fuck after the legos? or before? you're confused. but like, legos sounds like a fun time.

you: sounds like a good time. does friday work? we could pick up some takeout from this place on jefferson ave, if you're down

anakin: down for friday. but i was thinkin i could make you somethin? i can make a mean miso soup, if you're down.

you: seeya friday, then :)

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you brought chocolates. to his apartment. and after you knocked on the door, you're thinking maybe this wasnt such a good idea, after all. the chocolates, and the being here in the first place.

but anakin opens the door, and his apartment smells so good, and he's got a set of space post card lego sets already open with the accompanying instruction booklet next to him.

"hi," you smile up at him, a wave of shyness washing over you as you look at him. how are people allowed to be this pretty? it's like the camera didnt do him justice, because he's at least 20x more attractive in person.

"hey. it's nice to meet you," anakin responds with a grin of his own. "d'you wanna come on in? i've just put some of the veggies into the stock. got some tofu and stuff, bok choy, it'll be good," he says, shutting the door behind you as you enter his apartment.

"nice place," you say, looking around quickly before you take off your coat and shoes.

things flow easily between you too. he tells you about his day, his job, asks you about yours, asks you about your favorite movies. you ask him about his lego sets, his decorations, his favorite music, how he learned to get so good at cooking (the soup is fucking delicious). he puts on a grateful dead song on his speakers as you work on the sets, laughing when he asks you to separate two legos that are stuck together with the nails that you have ("don't you have one of those lego-separating tools?" "those. are for pussies.").

the sets come together what feels like too quickly. you almost wanna tear it apart so that you can have an excuse to just stay for a little longer, but it doesn't seem like anakin is eager to kick you out either.

but it's late, and you should go. as you head out for the door, you feel your eyes drifting to his lips-- his pretty bottom lip, plush and rosy and you wanna sink your teeth into it-- and you know he notices too. he doesn't say anything. is a first date too early to kiss?

"well," you say, lingering at the door. "i, uh, had a good time tonight."

"me too," anakin says, equally as awkward. he leans in just a little, so that his face isn't so far, so that you don't need to look up so much.

well, that's it. no invite to a next hangout. you try not to let your face fall as you wish him goodnight and thank him for the miso soup.

you've only made it out of his apartment complex when your phone lights up with a message.

anakin: d'you wanna do smthn next week?

you smile.

[hanasnx]

arm kink: revisited

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: for @justadmiringanakin WARNINGS: f!reader | arm kink | size difference | choking | squirt & hump mention.

“Anakin?” you call, craning your neck over equipment to spot MODERN!ANAKIN SKYWALKER as he works through his set of pull-ups. You swallow, coming to a stop a couple feet away from him. Ashamedly, you’re in awe. With every jut of his chin over the bar, his biceps swell with the effort of lifting himself. Ankles crossed neatly behind him in perfect stance, there’s not a muscle of his out of place. All of it on display while he wears a black side slit shirt. Precise, and well-taught, he releases grunts through his teeth with each crest, controlling his breathing to the second to maximize his energy. That concentrated crease in his brows is intimidating, set features, pursed lips that expel a shot of air, eyes that unwaveringly focus on his task.

You don’t know how many of these things he’s done, but there’s a sheen of sweat that glistens on his skin in such a delectable way you just wanna lick him clean. Curly hair weighed down from moisture, beads at his forehead, you feel faint.

Tendons emphasize their paths through his arms, swollen biceps thick and veined pulse as he moves. Briefly you fantasize what it’d be like wrapped around your neck, and the fantasy furthers the longer you watch how his muscle redistributed his weight on his limbs. His brutish hands that connect to his hefty wrists dwarf the bar they’re wrapped on. His sides, exposed by the cut of his top, ripple with motion, like a bag of fucking ropes. You can see a flash of his abs every so often, but the defined lines of his serratus catch your eye as they shift under his skin. They remind you of the cut of a shark’s gills.

You barely register he’s stopped while your mind runs away with you. He drops to the floor, wipes his face with a towel, and chugs water all while you stand practically comatose. If you hadn’t been, you would’ve drooled over the way his larynx bobbed from every gulp. With how horny you are now, you could’ve sexualized that as well, conjuring a plan to sit on his neck to hump his Adam’s apple and choke him with your thighs.

“Angel?” his affectionate nickname for you snaps you out of it, jumping in place as you recognize the towering figure looming over you. Failing to explain yourself, you trip over your silent words, re-forming your gaping mouth until he quiets you indefinitely. “Let’s go home.”

By home he means the shower, he means bed, he means cunt. Forced to swipe at your clit with your own hand while he’s rolling his hips into you, showcasing every muscle that works so hard for you. He peacocks for you, deliberately this time, and you would’ve been soaked even without his fat cock shoving its way into you. Massive hands rest on your legs to keep your spread while he’s on his knees, arching his spine to push his cock into your propped-up pussy. “Getting fucking tired of your staring, you know that?” he breathes, hypocritical considering his most obvious staring problem, and his most obvious enjoyment of your voyeurism. He likes showing off. As if to scold him for it, you squirm and try to escape him, weakly crawling back on your hands only for him to yank you back easy. “Gimme that cunt, baby, don’t run away.” You’d disobeyed him taking your fingers off your clit, so he keeps his grip on your hips to draw you into his thrusts which makes his already bruising and long cock fit that much deeper into your hole. Practically kisses your cervix, jerking your entire body.

“I can’t take it, Ani! Can’t take it!” you insist, thrashing and clawing at the sheets.

“Well, if you listened to me—“ he begins, speaking while he rearranges you harshly, manhandling you onto your stomach and peeling your pelvis off the mattress to meet his. He muscles his dick back in, feeding it right to your puffy folds. You cry out, but he doesn’t even afford you that dignity. He curls over you, making you feel small with his hot skin against yours, enveloping you. An arm winds around your neck, tucking your larynx into the crook of his elbow. When he gets a good grasp, he ruts into you, and you’re slick as fuck. “Now get your fucking hand back on that clit.” he spits into your ear, his swollen bicep pushing into the side of your neck. Eager to please him again, you do as he says, clumsy fingers massaging your bud. “Atta’girl.” You breathe hard through your open mouth, pulling in air as his arm keeps you right where he wants you, using it to pin you into taking whatever he gives you until you squirt all over him from just his cock.