#nerdy!anakin

[enchant5d]

God how I wish that FUCLING FEDORA NEVER EXISTED!!

[st4rfckerz]

Late Night Call | Nerdy!Anakin x Reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: MDNI 18+, masturbating (both), voice kink, praise, nerdy!anakin is a whiny little mess.

summary: Your voice is enough to get Anakin all worked up.

The silence of the night seemed to be swallowing the entire city as Anakin lay sprawled in his bed, staring at the ceiling. With a yawn, Anakin lifted the blocky landline phone off its cradle, the dial tone echoing through the receiver. As he recited the familiar numbers, he couldn't help but feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"Hello?" a gentle voice answered on the other line.

"Hey, I didn't wake you up did I?" Anakin mumbled into the phone, his voice barely above a whisper. The soft sound of rustling sheets and a yawn came from the other end of the line.

There was a pause before you replied. You knew that voice. "No, you caught me at a good time. What's going on?"

"Oh, well, nothing really I just wanted to talk to you," he stammered, trying to mask his nervousness. "I'm putting off writing this paper too actually," Anakin admits almost sounding like he was ashamed of himself. "I don't know, I just don't feel like its good enough." He brings his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, he could feel the small migraine coming in through to temples of his skull.

"Hey, it's alright," your soft voice reassured him from the other side of the line, sending a wave of calm washing over his senses. It was enough to ease his nerves, even if just a little. "You're human, and mistakes happen. You can't expect perfection from yourself all the time."

As the comforting voice continued speaking into the phone, Anakin's breath hitched in his throat. His heartbeat pulsed rapidly in his ears, matching the cadence of the soft whispers. Slowly, the warmth that had started in his chest spread through his limbs, igniting a fire within him. His thoughts raced, his imagination running wild with images of you on the other end of the line, your voice painting vivid pictures in his mind. The soothing voice was a siren song, drawing him in deeper with each passing second.

"What're you writing about anyways?" your voice rings softly through the line. Anakin clenched his eyes shut, his grip on the receiver tightened, as if he could somehow draw strength from the cold plastic. This isn't right, he chided himself, yet he couldn't resist the pull.

He cleared his throat nervously. "Well, it's about a new tech startup in Silicon Valley, something boring like that." Anakin managed to amswer, his voice cracking slightly. His hand subconsciously rubbed against his crotch, and he discreetly adjusted his pants, feeling the bulge growing bigger. He needed to calm down. Fast.

You hum slightly, the topic taking your interest. "That's sounds intriguing, I'd read it. I'm writing about the use of real fur in the fashion industry." Anakin's heart skipped a beat hearing your reply. Real fur? That sounded controversial, edgy, something that would definitely get you a passing grade.

"Oh, really?" he managed to choke out, trying to keep his voice steady. "Do you think it's... you know, ethical?"

"Not at all, there's always faux fur y'know?" you scoff. He took a deep breath, trying to ground himself. This was school-related, he reminded himself sternly. "Well, I mean, if the demand for real fur decreases, the industry will eventually adapt," he reasoned, trying to sound rational. "Plus, there are ways to ensure animal welfare during the process."

"See! You're so good, it's not even your paper and you're already shooting facts." you praise him innocently. God, he could've came in his boxers if he wasn't being so careful. His head was buzzing with ideas of how he might prolong the conversation so that you could carry on speaking. He just needed to hear you voice.

"Thanks." Anakin laughed nervously, trying to deflect the compliment. "So, um... how's everything else been? Anything exciting happening in your life besides your classes?" He couldn't shake the image of you in that little skirt you decided to wear to class the other day, your tits swaying enticingly in the tight sweater you wore. If it was up to him, he would've fucked you in that classroom in front of everyone. His cock twitched in his pants, growing harder by the minute.

"Not really, my roommate's gonna be out of town for a family thing, so I'll have a whole boring week by myself." you explain.

"Oh, really?" Anakin's eyes widened in delight, his heart racing faster than ever. He shifted in his seat, his cock throbbing against his pajama pants "So, uh, want to meet up sometime? Just you and me?" He forced himself to sound innocent, but his voice cracked slightly, betraying his true intentions.

His hand reached down his pants, feeling the head of his cock peeking out from his underwear. He wrapped his fingers around it, stroking slowly, trying to calm down. He had to focus on their conversation, at least until she agreed to meet up with him. He inadvertently let a whine slip out of his mouth as he swept his fingers across his sensitive tip.

"Anakin? Are you ok?" you ignore his question. Is he? No, he wouldn't. You think to yourself.

"Y-yeah just keep talking, 'm listening." Anakin stammered. His hand continued to stroke his cock unabashedly, increasing the speed slightly. He was so lost in the mind that he didn't even think about the possibility of you being able to hear the quiet slick sounds coming from his end of the line.

He is.

"Ani, I know what you're doing." you state bluntly. His eyes spring open and his hand slows down its movement on his cock.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't help it, y-you can hang up if you want I just-" he blurts out his words but you instantly interrupt him.

"Why would I want to hang up?"

"What?" Anakin couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was sure you'd call him a sick freak and never talk to him again.

"I'm not hanging up," His heart raced wildly, his cock throbbing harder than ever. He couldn't resist your voice. "Does it feel good Ani?"

"Mhm, wish it was you." he admits breathlessly, his fingers tightening around his cock. Anakin's heartbeat pounded in his ears.

"Yeah? Tell me what you're thinking about baby." you chide. You could feel your cunt getting increasingly wetter as you continued to speak to him, it makes you squirm as the heat continues to spread through your body.

"Just you, 's always you," he confessed, his voice cracking with lust. "I wanna touch you and taste you everywhere." His hand picked up speed, and his cock twitched violently in his pants.

"You wanna taste me?" you egg him on. His voice sounded so desperate it was almost pathetic.

"Uh huh, I wanna taste you," Anakin's voice trembled with desire. "Everywhere. Mmph- your lips, your neck, your pussy, everywhere."

He couldn't help but wonder how you would sound, how you would taste, how you would react to his advances. His hand moved faster, his cock throbbing violently in his pants. He needed relief, needed you to stop teasing him.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me Ani?" you whisper, your voice dropping down an octave.

"I'll be anything you want me to be," Anakin panted, his voice hoarse with desire. "Just please keep talking." He couldn't contain himself anymore, his hand moving faster. "I'll do anything you say, just tell me what you want."

"I wanna hear you beg to cum." you demand as you begin to slowly graze your beating clit over your panties, soon dipping your hand underneath them to be met with your soaking cunt. "You're making me so wet Ani." Your fingers swirled little circles against your tiny bud, causing you to let out a small moan.

Anakin groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please, I need it so bad." He couldn't stand it anymore, he had to release the pressure building up inside him. "I'll be good I promise," he pleaded, his voice breaking. Anakin's heart stopped for a moment as he heard the wet sounds coming from the other end. "Are you touching yourself?"

"Mhm, feels so good." you moan as you curl your delicate fingers inside your drooling pussy. His cock jerked in his hand and  his mind filled with images of you fingering yourself.

"Ah- fuck." His hand moved faster, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He bit his lower lip, trying to control himself, but his body betrayed him. "I'm close, so close-" he panted. His hips rocked back and forth in sync with each stroke. and he could feel his orgasm building up, he knew it wouldn't be long now. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his breathing became shallow and erratic.

"Cum for me pretty boy, I wanna hear you." He couldn't hold it back any longer. With one last hard stroke, he came, his balls tightening and his cock spurting a warm stream of cum onto his blankets. He let out a loud groan, his entire body shaking with pleasure.

You can feel your own orgasm creeping up inside you as you vigorously pumped your fingers into your cunt. "Shit Ani 'm cumming!" you squeal. Anakin's eyes widened, a low growl escaping his lips as he heard you ride out your orgasm. His chest heaved, little beads of sweat trickled down his face as he tried to catch his breath.

For a moment, you both sat there, panting and recovering from your orgasms. Then, finally, Anakin found the courage to speak again. "We should... we should probably hang up, huh?" he said hesitantly.

"I guess we could," you chuckle at his awkwardness. "I'm tired now." Anakin smiled weakly, wiping away the remaining streaks of sweat from his forehead. "Yeah, I guess so," he agreed, his voice still hoarse from his orgasm. He looked at his watch, noting the time. "There's no way I'm finishing this paper tonight." He laughs at himself.

"Me neither, I'll do it eventually." you smile at his awkwardness, you always found it cute. "Will I be seeing you in Callahan's tomorrow?" you ask him, hoping he'll be there waiting on you with an empty seat next to his like always.

Anakin chuckled softly, feeling a bit embarrassed but relieved. He quickly cleaned himself up and took in a deep breath. "Yep, I'll be there," he replied, his voice steady once again. "Maybe we could grab coffee afterwards? If you're free, that is."

There was silence on the line before you spoke, but he hoped you'd accept his invitation. He needed to see you again, to be near you.

"That sounds great Anakin." you beam.

He smiled, grateful for the chance to talk to you without all the tension hanging over them. "See you tomorrow, then." he added, his voice friendly and casual.

You said your goodbyes and Anakin ended the call, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. As he hung up the phone, he glanced down at his sticky pants, a small smile playing on his lips. He couldn't wait for tomorrow's class.

[enchant5d]

MARIAH CAREY, BEYONCÉ, AND HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN IN THE SAME PICTURE?!

[enchant5d]

Yall see that too right…?

[enchant5d]

OH MY GFU KIFN GOD

[enchant5d]

Look. At. This. SLUT!!

[st4rfckerz]

mdni 18+

Anakin lay on his bed with his eyes closed, his breathing heavier than usual. He pulled the bedsheets up to his waist, his hands gripping the fabric tightly. His mind was racing, images flashing through his thoughts like a strobe light. And it was all about you. He missed you, he missed your touch, your voice, everything. So, he decided to show you how much he missed you. His hands explored the bed, brushing against his own body, desperate to alleviate the burning ache. His fingers trailed down to his groin, and his breathing hitched.

As he nervously pushed up his silver glasses, Anakin grabbed his phone, opened the camera app, and began to record himself. He positioned it strategically next to him, ensuring it captured every detail of his body sprawled out on the bed. Once he was satisfied with the angle, he leaned back against the pillows, his eyes dropping to the camera. The lens captured his flushed face, the disheveled bed, and the hand that was now making slow, teasing movements. His hand gently squeezed his boxer clad erection and a soft exhale escaped his raw, bitten lips, the cam capturing the erotic display, as he began to slowly stroke himself through the soft, plaid fabric.

He eventually pushed the waistband of his boxers down, revealing his swollen, throbbing erection. The cool air hit his sensitive skin, making him shiver. He resumed his ministrations, stroking himself with renewed vigor. His hips bucked up to meet his hand, his chest heaving with every ragged breath.

Anakin spit into his palm, coating it with saliva. His hand began to move slowly yet deliberately, the wetness providing the slickness he craved. His eyes rolled back, and he let out a soft whimper, the sound barely perceptible in the room. “I miss you, so so much,” The words were soft, a secret only for the camera to hear. “‘need you here with me.”

His hips jerked uncontrollably, his grip on his cock tightening. His breath caught in his throat, and a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. “Please, please, please,” Anakin whispered, his voice trembling as he neared the edge.

His body tensed, and with one final, desperate plea, he let go, his orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him, his body quivering as he rode it out. Anakin lay there, panting and drained. He reaches for his phone and shows the evidence of his release glistening on his stomach with an exhausted chuckle.

“Come home quick, okay? I love you.” The words seemed to carry the weight of all his longing and need.

[st4rfckerz]

nerdy!anakin always keeps his glasses on.

mdni +18

your room is bathed in the soft, warm glow of the little tiffany lamp that resides on your desk. the only sound that can be heard is the soft plapping of your hand moving up and down anakin's aching cock, punctuated by occasional moans and whimpers.

your hand pumps vigorously, and anakin's body responds to your touch, twitching and jerking next to you. his eyes flutter shut, and a low whine escapes his lips, a mixture of arousal and nervousness. his body is a mess of trembling limbs and tight muscles, his breaths shallow and quick. you move your unoccupied hand down  to play with the sandy curly-cues on the nape of his neck.

anakin's face is buried in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he loses himself in the sensation. you can feel the cold metal of his glasses resting on your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body. you can sense that anakin is close to his orgasm, his body trembling with anticipation. anakin's body tenses, and his hips buck wildly, trying to find release.

"look at me, please-," he pleads, his voice cracking with need. "fuck you're so p-pretty." anakin's eyes dart all over your face, taking in every detail of your expression as he begins to lose control. his body twists and writhes under your touch, his breathing becoming shallow and rapid. anakin finally reaches the peak, his eyes roll back into his head, and a guttural moan escapes his lips. his cock pulsates in your hand, shooting thick ropes of cum, painting a messy trail on your skin. anakin's orgasm subsides, he collapses back against the headboard, panting heavily.

"thank you angel, i needed that." he exhales deeply. you give anakin a tender kiss, your lips lingering against his for just a moment before pulling away. anakin's hand grabs your arm, his grip strong and insistent. he pleads with his eyes, begging you not to leave him just yet.

"where are you going?" he asks you while looking up at you through his long eyelashes.

"i'm ok ani, you don't have to." you reassure him with a sweet smile. anakin just shakes his head and furrows his brows slightly.

"no c'mere, i wanna taste you."