Nov 8, 2022
Because of how Anakin was frustrated in my head there is this kiss, no one will tell me otherwise.
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Because of how Anakin was frustrated in my head there is this kiss, no one will tell me otherwise.
Anakin being canonacly good at drawing is so attractive of him
Choices
Summary:Anakin's decisions force you to make a choice you dreaded making. (Happy ending)
Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x Y/n reader
Wordcount:2,800+
A/n: This came to me while watching To all the boys I loved before , not that it has anything to do or any inspo but it just did and I actually loved that show and the books so I definitely recommend! Anywho, I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading!xx
Anakin Skywalker Masterlist
You never wanted to admit defeat, you wished you had enough strength to turn your cheek one more time hoping the next would be different.
But something told you things would never change.
Even through it all you understood why he’d always chosen her, she was beautiful, kind, and the senator of Naboo.
Anakin swore there was nothing between them anymore, she was married to someone else for god sake and he was with you.
Kinktober Day 1: Dirty Talk - Anakin Skywalker x F!Reader
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I am now 3 days behind but that is ok! Because I wrote 2 days so far but later today I am going to write days 3 and 4! I joined Kinktober to become a better smut writer so I hope you guys enjoy these and give me feedback. Im using prompts from the wonderful @the-purity-pen kinktober prompts
Warning: Smut, secret relationships, dirty talking, use of slut in a positive manner. the reader has a vagina, no use of she/her pronouns, blue boys Anakin, fingering (f receiving), I believe these are all the warnings if you need me to add any more comments them.
Word: 498
Anakin's fingers were in between your legs rubbing the bundle of nerves at the top of your center.
“Yeah, you like that my love? You like the way my fingers bring out those beautiful sounds”
You bit your lip trying to swallow back your moans so that no one would hear what you are doing-especially since you were both Jedi in training. You and Anakin had snuck off earlier in the day only having a short period of time before you both had training with your master Obi-Wan Kenobi. So here you were with your pants around your ankles and Anakin finger fucking you in a closet. You nod your head as an answer.
“Oh come on sweetheart, use your words,” he says as he inserts one finger into your soaked cunt.
“Huh, fuck yes Ani, s’good” you finally breathe out as you lean ur head back against his shoulder.
“Yeah, that it baby, so wet for me,” he inserts another digit scissoring them inside you, the stretch making you want to scream out in pleasure.
“When we are alone tonight just you and me after Master Kenobi has gone to bed I will make you scream my name and cum on my cock, make you feel like the little slut you are” he whispers in your ear only making your pleasure intensify. You love the way Anakin dirty talks with you.
You can feel the pressure begin to build as he keeps up his pace, “Yes Ani, keep going”
“Does my little slut enjoy her pussy getting played with? Oh you like when I call you my little slut, I can feel you clench against my fingers, alright baby you can cum, cum on my fingers for me”
That's all it took for you to release all over his fingers, the orgasm has you seeing stars as he continues to finger fuck you through your orgasm. When Anakin pulls out of you, you turn over to cup him in your palm, his cock twitches slightly but he gently takes your wrist in his hand to stop you.
“Egar little one arent you? I shall keep this cock for you later after you finish your training” he says while kissing you gently.
In the far-off distance, you can hear Obi-Wan calling for both of your names, time for training, or perhaps another mission.
“It does seem that our fun is over Ani, we can't keep Obi waiting. Let me leave first to make sure there is no one walking around and then you can sneak out. Meet me in my room tonight so that we can finish what we started here.”
He kisses you one more as you begin to pull your pants back up and make sure your lightsaber is with you once more. You run your hand through Anakin's now shoulder-length hair.
“I love you,” he says as he pulls away and leans his forehead against yours.
“And I love you Ani, I am yours forever”
Currently obsessed with Star Wars again
Especially with Anakin Skywalker, i would apreciate some good recs
Ars longa, vita brevis
It's Obikin AU time!
Obikin AU, in which Senator Obi-Wan Kenobi, elected representative of Stewjon, attends the annual Coruscantian celebration. As a man of morals, austere towards himself and true to his own word, this reimaging of the Cult of Dionysus, a festival of open sensuality, gluttony and decadence during the on raging Clone War is against his morals. The upper class of the inner Rim enjoys themselves, polygamy, wine, and women while other people in Galaxy suffer. He wants to end it and not be part of it. But sent as political representative, and more so pressured by his consultants, he attends the salon.
There, he is overwhelmed by the scent of his future lover, losing himself in a haze of drunkenness and love.
~*~
(Here a tiny scene to describe his first impressions, worldbuilding inspired by the Stoa and the Hellenistic time period and some Epicure as a template for hedonism)
Senator Obi-Wan Kenobi loathed festivals of all sorts, often just celebrated to imitate something else or to grant people the chance to lose themselves in drugs, intercourse, and gluttony. The senate, novelty, business elites, and every man who carried fortune and a mighty name were invited. The event had become a networking opportunity to mingle with the upper class of the Inner Rim, originally designed to fund a political campaign for pacifism, how ironic during a war, but whatever was left of this goal, was nowhere to be found.
The Entrée was an open square leading to a columned hall, imitating the stoa poikile of Athens. Although the carnal pleasure of life as they were celebrated there, spoke more to hedonism than stoicism. Stoa poikile had become a name with a scornful undertone.
It was a feast of desires, paid love available with one beckon of the hand or a wink, lightly dressed Twi leks sitting on people’s laps. No manners as they were promised by their highborn status were holding the guests back to enjoy themselves, coitus, and Kaiburr crystal drinks.
“Tedious.”, Obi-Wan scoffed, scrunching his nose, rubbing over his temples, cautious to not come in touch with the artwork that was placed on his head. Expensive for no reason and only worn to show off. His entire attire was selected by his consultants.
His curls had been elaborately shaped with gel; the rest had been sprinkled with copper powder to emphasize the reddish color of his hair. The whole thing was crowned by a laurel wreath that stood on his head, symbolizing him as some victor. Otherwise, his clothes were kept simple, a beige robe tailored in the style of the ancient Greeks and leather sandals. His advisors had made him look like a Greek demigod, the light fabric playing around his upper arms and exposing a piece of skin from his chest and right shoulder.
He leaned against one of the pillars, took a sip from his drink, and tried to let the intoxication of the feast sink in, to forget the raging moral priest in his mind. The whole decadence of the upper class spread out before him, carved in marble like an ancient fresco. But instead of depicting warhorses, foot soldiers, and sharpened spears, a feast of Dionysus, reimagined, blossomed on the steps of the columned hall.
Freshly picked figs had been set up in woven wicker baskets, sweet pastries dripping with syrup in colorful ceramic bowls and bread dipped in wine on decorated plates. Each piece of pottery was a work of art for itself, crafted by the most skilled hands of all Coruscant and yet it was treated like dirt here. The guests wolfed down the delicacies and stuffed their mouths and stomachs. Then they turned to the scantily clad figures on their laps, young men or women, youths who had just reached manhood, kissed their exposed skin, tore the silk and linen from their thin shoulders, and devoured what they were after from the beginning.
No sexuality, no desire, no preference was tabooed here if you paid the respectable credits for it. A green Twi’lek, jewelry dangling from her two lekkus, had risen from another man’s lap and eyed Obi-Wan from afar. Her eyes roamed his stature, his bared chest, his freckled skin, before signaling him to come closer. He gently rejected her with a shake of his head, taking another sip from his drink. It was sweet, pink-colored, tasting of strawberries, not to his taste, he grimaced and still drowned it.
~*~
(And here a little snippet of Senator Obi-Wan meeting Anakin and then being ‘fuck it, I mean fuck me’ abandoning all his morals to just get a taste of the other man.)
Drums were played somewhere and the people had started to dance with joined hands, forming circles, barefoot on the cool marble, moving their bodies in sensual rhythms, intoxicated by the drum sound. They blurred into a havoc of colorful clothing in front of Obi-Wan’s eyes, fabric, silk, damask, linen blown by the heated summer wind and folding around their sculpted body, each move performed with the intention to desire and be desired.
The air tasted of cinnamon, spiced leather, mixed with the musk of human sweat, intoxicating Obi-Wan, guiding him into a haze of scents and tastes, the land of carnal oral pleasure. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, velvet-like, fluttery, almost like an erogenous zone being pierced by all the scents and tastes. A shiver ran down his spine, goose bumps adorning his skin.
Someone was approaching him, he realized as a figure detached from the crowd to appear in front of Obi-Wan. The person’s face was hidden behind a pale blue face veil and only the shadows painted on his countenance let Obi-Wan perceive hints of his looks. A sharp bone structure with a piercing jaw, thin cheeks, and a strong nose contrasted by the shadow of long, feminine eyelashes and plush lips. Obi-Wan could only detect the hint of curls, framing the strangers face. He raised his hands, cupping the other man’s face, feeling the other man’s warmth radiating from his skin through the veil.
Obi-Wan opened his mouth, took in a breath, only to be greeted with another wave of the intoxicating scent, that had made him drunken before, losing himself in it. His eyes fluttered shut. New nuances bloomed on his tongue, that he had not been able to decipher before. Next to spiced leather was a mild note vanilla. A slight, fresh note mint, overlapped by the dominate cinnamon. And a sweet-lingering scent of Indian date, that was nearly lost in his musk. It tasted like a melody, perfectly combined shades to complete a great symphony. Pleasure was building in Obi-Wan’s gut, making his blood sing, hum, scream with his desire.
His fingers wandered under the veil to continue with their exploration, unveiling the other man, to finally see the object of his lust. Because he had to ensure to get a taste of it.
~*~
(And a very brief scene of the two lovers, finally holding each other because I have a soft spot for them.)
The starry sky shone above them as the other man laid in his arms on the meadow, crickets chirping in the background and the air still tasting of last summer, tiny blooms flourishing next to the couple. Sleep had stolen Anakin away from him, guiding him into the realm of dreams. He smiled softly at his lover and traced the scar on his face with his thumb, caressing him tenderly, placing his mouth were once his finger had been with butterfly kisses, hoping to preserve this for an eternity.
(Hope you enjoy it!)
Closed starter for @anakinsstuff
The Legends had their fair share of chaos in the short time they’d been together, but this was... Sara didn’t even know where to start. They’d lost a team member right out of the gate, had others get kidnapped, and, hell, she’d even been stranded in time. But this? She had no idea what to make of this. One minute she was playing cards with Snart in her room, and the next... Nothing. She had absolutely no memory of how she’d gotten where she currently was: laying in a dark alley in a city that felt familiar, and yet didn’t. She slowly got to her feet, ignoring any pain or dizziness as she tried to work out where - or when - she was. And if any of her other team members were here, too.