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No one warned me that coming into your own also includes grieving the life you were conditioned to believe you wanted.
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Work call—Anakin Skywalker
❥Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x F!Reader
❥Summary: Anakin is feeling neglected and horny because reader has been busy, so he dry humps her shoe while she’s on a work call.
❥CW: 18+, smut, dry humping, voyeurism (?), sub!ani, orgasm denial sorta, pet names
❥a/n: Very short first post! I'm not a professional writer at all so I'm very nervous but excited to share this! NOT PROOFREAD so keep that in mind while reading. Hope you like it!! <3
Anakin shut the door to your shared room with a sigh, the weight of a long week bearing down on him like the oppressive heat of a Tatooine sun. It seemed like every mission, every training session, had conspired to test his limits.
To top it all off, Anakin was feeling desperate and pent up, aching for your touch. You had been so wrapped up in your work lately that you barely had any time for him. It had been at least a week and a half since you touched him, and his hand could never make him cum like you could.
The sound of your voice coming from the living room shook him out of his lust-fueled thoughts. Curious, he made his way toward the room, where he saw you on the couch, holopad in hand, on an important work call with your boss.
“...Yes, I'll ensure that our intelligence is up-to-date and accurate for the upcoming mission,” Anakin caught bits and pieces of your conversation as he walked to your shared bedroom, leaving the door ajar as he changed into his sweatpants.
He made his way back over to you, leaning over the back of the couch to nuzzle into your neck. As you let out a content sigh at his affection, an idea sparked in his mind.
He made his way around the couch, dropping to his knees in front of you. Your eyes met his, an apprehensive look on your face. Anakin just smiled sweetly, trailing his hands lightly up your legs while his quickly hardening cock twitched in his pants.
“What do you think you’re doing?” you whispered at him, gently brushing him away, though the warmth in your eyes betrayed your true desire to touch him.
As Anakin opened his mouth with a retort, the flickering blue light of the holopad interrupted.
“Did you say something?” your boss inquired, his holographic image displaying a concerned expression, the lines of his face sharp and defined against the backdrop of the digital interface.
Startled by his inquiry, your fingers slipped on the smooth surface of your holopad, causing you to jump slightly. "Oh! Um, everything's fine, sir," you replied, your voice a touch higher than usual as you tried to regain your composure. "Just... just reviewing some holographic data here, you know how it is, sir. All under control." You flashed a nervous smile, hoping your flustered demeanor would pass as mere enthusiasm.
Anakin started to run his hands up your thighs again when he felt you shift. He let out a surprised gasp at the sudden pressure he felt on his cock, rutting his hips forward slightly. You had your leg stuck between his thighs, foot angled up so the toe of your shoe was on his cock. Anakin looked up at you, but you were seemingly uninterested in him, focusing only on your work.
Anakin shifted his hips experimentally, grinding his pathetically hard cock against your shoe. When he noticed your lips twitch upwards slightly, clearly enjoying the view of Anakin humping your shoe like a dog in heat, he continued his ministrations.
As his hips began to move faster, a small wet patch formed on the front of his pants, his sticky precum making his cock slide against your foot easier. You began to move your foot, matching the fast thrusting of his hips to get him off faster, causing Anakin to let out a high-pitched moan.
“What was that?” questioned your boss, concern evident in his voice. Your eyes shot back to the hologram, and your movements stuttered.
“I-I’m sorry. My puppy was misbehaving,” you said in a rush, pushing your foot painfully against Anakin’s cock as a warning. Anakin let out a strangled whimper but pushed his hips into your foot.
“Your puppy? When did you get a dog?” your boss inquired.
“A few months ago. He’s been a bit needy lately,” you said smugly, beginning to rub against him again.
As your boss continued talking, you and Anakin exchanged a quick glance, hearts racing with the thrill of almost being caught. With a forced smile, you continued your conversation, doing your best to maintain your composure as Anakin continued working himself on your foot.
Anakin thrust upwards, meeting the movements of your foot. The grip he had on your leg became tighter as he worked himself towards his orgasm. His breath came in short gasps, his chest heaving with each thrust. His body tensed against your leg, and you felt him spill into his pants, his cock twitching against your foot through his pants. You moved your foot away from his overstimulated cock as he panted against your leg.
“Oh no…I’m afraid I’ll have to leave this meeting a bit early. My dog made a mess. Looks like he’s gonna need some better training,” you cut off your boss, quickly exchanging your goodbyes and turning off your holopad.
Anakin, still panting, moved to get up, but a firm hand pushed him back to his knees.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, puppy.”
can you trigger tag bisexuality please
no but i can fuck both your parents
nsfw 18+
He’d always act uninterested, Anakin knew how much it drove you insane. He knows you’re wrapped around his finger, you’d do anything for him. Which is why this is normal, his back up against the headboard, you’re on your knees between his thighs, tongue running up and down his cock as you wait for a response out of him. Nothing.
“Anakinnn” you’d whine, hand still wrapped around his length, trying to get his attention.
He’d barely glance at you, he wanted you to put on a show. You move your mouth back onto him, spitting down onto his fat, rosey-colored head, as lubrication for your hands. Kissing his tip before taking him into your mouth, well, what you could. Jaw stretching as your tongue moved against the bottom of his length, hitting the back of your throat.
You kept this up, gagging, tears running down your face from the attack at the back of your throat. Thinking he’s still barely paying attention you stop, coming up for air.
“I didn’t tell you to stop” fuck.
His right hand immediately moves to the back of your head, pushing you back down, mouth enveloping his length. He’d keep pushing you down, breathing through your nose that was pushed into his hair. Sputtering, drooling, and coughing around him, he didn’t care.
“You look so pretty crying on my dick like this, baby.”
Sending love to everyone who is just... tired. Life is a lot, and sometimes the answer to it all is to just be still and silent for a while. Give yourself space and grace. Whether it’s decision fatigue, anxiety fatigue, information fatigue, routine fatigue, getting life back together fatigue, career fatigue, social fatigue, financial fatigue, or physical fatigue—take a moment to breathe and recharge. You deserve it.
nsfw 18+ sorta whiny anakin idk. this man is desperate at all times. also sorry i went through a yucky breakup so ive been mia so this might be bad.
He’s laying behind you in bed, rutting up against your ass. One hand on your hip, the other has a white knuckle grip on the bed sheets, and he’s breathing through his nose as if he’s trying to let you sleep. His hands and the shaking of the bed have you very awake, however, but you love hearing him this desperate. Love hearing his whines after a particularly hard thrust against the back of your panties. Love hearing the “please, please, please…” he barely whispers out as he gets close. Love the shock on his face when you pull away as you hear him getting close to finishing.
He’s always so surprised too, a deer in headlights, as if you could possibly stay asleep while your 6’2” man is literally trying to use you like a toy.
“Ah- I… I’m sorry, baby, I dunno wha-” He’d always try and mutter out an excuse, why he just couldn’t contain himself around you.
“No, honey, tell me what you were doing”
He never had an answer, as many times as you’ve caught him like this, asked him this very question, he never had a response.
“I’m sorry i didn’t wanna wake you up and you just seemed s-” He was rushing out an answer, a plea of innocence, he just couldn’t help himself. Animal instincts as they say.
His eyes had shut out of embarrassment, if he can’t see you, you can’t see him, right? Wrong. You saw him, you saw through him, better than anyone. His tousled hair becoming damp against his forehead, heaving chest covered in a sheen of sweat. Just wanted to feel good, he couldn’t help himself. He needed you, needed to breathe you in, needed to touch you, feel you, needed to use you.
“No, Ani, tell me what you were doing?”
He didn’t reply. How could he.
“Tell me and you can continue”
NEVER be vulnerable. FLUSH your medication down the toilet. LIE when people ask how you’re doing. SUPPRESS your feelings. ALWAYS be irritable and abrasive. MAKE SURE you push away anyone who’s close to you. CANCEL your therapy appointment.
1973, NYC, RCA Studios by David Gahr
i need to get laid. laid to rest
sorry to alarm ppl..
but Anakin Skywalker?
He’d love chubby women. The thick thighs, the fat breast, the rolls on your cute tummy, the love handles he’d definitely grab on to. How he’d watch your thigh fat and your tummy move as he fucked you in missionary. “Pretty girl..” He would moan. “Takin’ me all the way in..” He’d groan and slap your ass cheek before driving into you. “A-Ani?” You would whimper, his long arms around your waist. “Your tits are so fat..” He would whine, putting his hot mouth on your erected nipples. “Can hold you however I want.” He would groan as he fucked his thick cock deep into you. “Please, please..” He would beg against your neck, your breast brushing his chest as he fucked into you. “You’re so pretty..” He would moan, his hips moving so fast. His thinner thighs smacking against yours, his balls smacking against your ass. “Fuck, look at you.” His voice always gets you. How he loved your tits, your tummy and hips then your ass and then rub at your clit. His blue eyes looking down at you as his hips slammed against you. “Ah! Ani!” You would whine straight out. “Yeah, that’s my good girl. You want to cum on my cock, sweet baby?” Anakin’s voice always made your eyes roll back. Fuck, he had you. His hands caressing your tits, your chunky hips and thighs. His mouth on your chest, sucking at your neck then your shoulder. It was like that so much.
nsfw 18+ i just want somewhat gross, perv!Anakin in my life also this is so bad and not proof read so sorry in advance.
Always gives you foot massages, you think it’s just because he’s so sweet, that is until you realize he keeps your feet on his lap the whole time for a reason. His cock straining through his pants, he lives for the friction from your feet. Likes when the arch moves along his length. Also: has cum in his pants from this but is too afraid to ask for a foot job. “No, baby, you just need a foot massage after today, that’s all…” while you feel him rut up into your feet on his lap.
james kelly ❤︎︎ would be so, so messy when eating you out. it would be too much—too overstimulating—as he devoured you. it would be as if he was eating his last meal. the noises your cunt and his tongue made forced whines out of your plump & pretty lips—shying away from the sensation that would eventually turn you dumb. you’d grip at his hair while he fucked you with his tongue, his groans vibrating against your sensitive heat. it was almost humiliating, how fast & how many times he could make you come with just his tongue. it would usually start so sweet and simple, james giving your clit a few delicate kisses before sucking on it… then suddenly he’s gripping the fat of your thighs so hard it could bruise, his hands leaving imprinted marks on your skin as a reminder of your sin. james wouldn’t stop until your back was arching and your thighs were shaking. he wouldn’t stop until your toes curled… and he refused to stop until your noises were so high and needy, they eventually turned into choked sobs. and when you’d become so overstimulated, your thighs closing around his head, his stubble would prickle and scratch against your smooth skin. when he was finally done with you, he’d pull his head away with a lazy smile, his lips and chin glistening with your wetness & his saliva. that view in itself was something that would make your head spin.
I dream of fucking a guy so hard he starts crying and saying he loves me
I think that would fix me honestly