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cosmicanakin · 2 months

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anakin drabbles!

adult content / minors do NOT interact.

pairing. anakin skywalker x female reader.

contains. penetration, possessiveness, power dynamics, unprotected sex ( stay safe folks ), explicit language.

authors note. miss anakin terribly so i wrote this <3

divider creds @fairytopea / @pfpanimes

soft pants fill the air as anakin hovers above you, caging your writhing form beneath his solid bulk. intense blue eyes gaze down hungrily, taking in every gasp and mewl escaping plump lips parted in ecstasy.

"you're mine, y/n." he growls against the shell of your ear, nipping the sensitive flesh teasingly. whimpers turn to full-blown moans as he pulls nearly all the way out before snapping his hips forward in a sharp thrust.

"i'm yours, ani. only yours." you cry out, fingernails raking down sculpted back muscles unable to find purchase against sweat-slicked skin. a low rumbling chuckle greets this admission of submission to his masterful control over your trembling form.

grasping your wrists in a firm yet tender hold, he pins them above your head stretching your frame taut as a bowstring beneath his divine ministrations. his ruthless pace never falters, leaving you bereft of ability to meet each passionate roll of powerful hips locking perfectly to your own.

leaning down to claim your mouth in a blisteringly carnal kiss, he swallows each sweet sound of ecstasy spilling wantonly from your lips. the way his tongue curls around and plunders your own mimics his merciless plowing driving you ever closer to cliffs edge.

"you feel incredible, so tight and wet. i don't ever want to spill myself anywhere but your hot little cunt." anakin growls roughly, never losing stride even as your walls begin fluttering wildly around his massive cock.

a litany of praise and possessive endearments tumble from his lips, fuelling your building orgasm higher with each scorching word. "that's it baby, cum for me. i want to feel you milk my cock - every last drop."

with a cry muffled against his shoulder, the blinding release claiming your senses sends colors bursting behind clenched lids. your entire being shreds to pieces impaled so deliciously on his long thick shaft, barely registering continued powerful drives through your pulsing walls gripping him vice-like.

anakin growls viciously, slamming into your limp pliant form a final few times before erupting in a scorching torrent shooting so deep you swear you feel it pooling low in your gut. emptying himself fully buried to the hilt ensures every molecule is branded solely to your greedy channel throbbing delicately around his now softening length.

taking his time to ride out the waves of bliss still crash through your joined forms, he peppers tender kisses across flushed skin comely sheened with a fine mist. lazily rocking gentle strokes ease you both down from ecstasy, words of adoration whispered like prayers against clammy flesh.

collapsing atop your sated form, anakin draws your pliant body flush against the masculine contours of his own painted vibrantly with afterglow's glow. tucking sweaty flyaways behind your ear, massive arms encircle your frame possessively despite tenderness flooding blue irises gazing down adoringly.

yours and anakin's souls remain joined closer than any physical melding, hearts beating as one to the rhythm of shared intimacy's melody. a perfection found solely with your lover, whose passion knows no bounds beckoning you ever higher ascending together.

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cosmicanakin · 9 days

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Mile High Club

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

Pairing. Dean Winchester x Female Reader.

Outline. You and Dean slip away from Sam and Bobby for a moment to indulge Dean's neediness in the backseat of the Impala.

Warning(s). Smut (P in V – wrap it up folks), Praising, Explicit Language, Semi Public Sex, Pet Names, & Sam teasing both Dean & Reader.

Word Count. 984

Authors Note. I know that I've been slacking with writing nowadays, I'm so sorry. I was—am focusing on myself to better my mental health. But to make up for it, I give you this. So I hope you're taking good care of yourselves & I love you so much. Enjoyyyy!

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Here you were, bouncing feverishly on Dean Winchester’s cock in the backseat of the Impala, his hands gripping your hips as he moaned in pure ecstasy.

The case you were supposed to be working on with Sam and Bobby was the furthest thing from your mind right now. All that mattered was the delicious friction building between your bodies, the way Dean’s thick, throbbing length filled you up so perfectly.

“That’s it, baby,” Dean growled, voice gravelly with lust. “Ride my dick just like that. You’re such a good girl, taking me so well.”

You whimpered, your nails digging into the firm muscles of his shoulders as you picked up the pace, your hips rolling and grinding against him in a desperate rhythm. The sounds of your bodies joining together echoed through the confines of the car, only spurring Dean on further.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” he groaned, his fingers tightening their grip on your hips. “My gorgeous little slut, riding me so fucking good.”

The praise sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, and you felt the familiar coil of tension building deep within you. You were so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and Dean could tell.

“Go ahead, darlin’, come for me,” he demanded, his thumb brushing against your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Show me how much you love my cock.”

With a sharp cry, you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, your body trembling as wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure washed over you. Dean followed closely behind, his hips snapping up into you as he spilled himself deep inside.

For a moment, the only sounds were the heavy panting of your breaths and the occasional contented hum from Dean. Then, finally, he pulled you down for a searing kiss, his hands caressing your flushed skin.

“Damn, Y/N, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck. “I could do this all day.”

You chuckled breathlessly, your fingers tracing the strong lines of his jaw. “As much as I’d love to, we should probably get back to helping Sam and Bobby,”you said, reluctantly lifting yourself off of him.

Dean groaned in protest, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs again. “Do we have to?” he whined, his eyes pleading. “I’m not done with you yet.”

You laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Yes, we have to,” you said firmly, already starting to redress. “The sooner we get this case wrapped up, the sooner we can come back here and pick up where we left off.”

Dean pouted, but he knew better than to argue. With a resigned sigh, he began to clean himself up, already mentally planning all the ways he was going to ravish you once this job was done.

Bonus Part.

By the time you and Dean finally emerged from the Impala, faces flushed and clothes slightly disheveled, Sam was waiting for you with a knowing smirk on his face.

“Well, well, look who decided to join us,” he quipped, his eyes flickering between you and his brother. “And just where have you two been, hmm?”

You felt your cheeks burning with embarrassment, your mind racing to come up with a plausible excuse. But one glance at Dean’s guilty expression told you that Sam already knew exactly what you two had been up to.

“We, uh, we were just—” Dean began, only to be cut off by the gruff voice of Bobby, who came storming out of the motel room.

“Where the hell have you two idjits been?” he growled, his brow furrowed in frustration. “We’ve been waitin’ on you for over an hour! Sam and I could’ve used your help, you know.”

You cringed, fully prepared for the tongue-lashing you and Dean were about to receive. But to your surprise, Sam stepped in, his expression far too innocent to be believable.

“Oh, I’m sure they were, uh, otherwise occupied,” he said, his lips twitching with amusement. “Isn’t that right, you two?”

Dean shot his brother a withering glare, but Sam only grinned, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. You wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground, your mortification notable.

“What the hell are you talkin’ about, boy?” Bobby demanded, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Sam chuckled, jerking his thumb in your direction. “Well, let’s just say our dear friend Y/N here has been, uh, keeping Dean “company” while the rest of us were working."

Your mouth fell open in shock, and you could practically feel the heat radiating from Dean's body as he shifted uncomfortably beside you. Bobby’s eyes widened with realization, and a gruff, disapproving grunt escaped his lips.

“Oh, for the love of—” he muttered, shaking his head in exasperation. “You two idjits couldn’t keep it in your pants for five minutes, could you?”

You felt the embarrassment coursing through you, and you resisted the overwhelming urge to bury your face in your hands. But Dean, ever the quick-witted one, managed to find his voice.

“Hey, come on, it’s not our fault you two were taking forever!” he protested, his tone defensive. “We were just, you know, passing the time.”

Sam burst out laughing, slapping his knees in amusement. “Oh, I’ll bet you were,” he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Just try to keep it in your pants from now on, huh? We’ve got work to do.”

With that, he turned and headed back towards the motel room, leaving you and Dean to face the wrath of a thoroughly exasperated Bobby. As the older hunter launched into a lecture about professionalism and work ethic, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the most embarrassed you’d ever been in your life.

But as you glanced over at Dean, the sheepish grin on his face told you that he wouldn't have had it any other way.

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cosmicanakin · 29 days

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picking up the pieces.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

pairing. dean winchester x female reader.

outline. a heated argument with dean leads to a vulnerable confession of your long-held feelings.

word count. 1546.

warning(s). angst, arguments, implied sexual tension, mild language, season 1 dean, mature themes (nothing too explicit).

authors note. back with a new fic whaaaat?! i recently started rewatching supernatural to mend my broken heart after the season 15 finale… they deserved so much better & just thinking about it pisses me tf off. anyway i was listening to stairway to heaven for hours on end while writing this (that song is my childhood.) enjoooooy!

You stared out the window of the Impala, watching the roads and scenery fly by as Led Zeppelin played softly in the background. The familiar rumble of the engine and the comfort of the leather seats usually provided a sense of peace, but today all you could feel was tension.

You and Dean had gotten into a nasty argument earlier, one that had been brewing for a while now. It was about his careless flirtation with other women, even when you two weren’t officially exclusive. You couldn’t help the feelings you had harbored for him over the years, feelings that only seemed to grow stronger the more time you spent together on the road. And it hurt to see him so freely give his attention and affection to anyone but you.

You tried to push those thoughts aside, to focus on the music and the drive. But it was impossible to ignore the way Dean kept stealing glances in your direction, the way his hand would occasionally graze your thigh in a move that had become comfortable and familiar between the two of you. Each subtle touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, a painful reminder of what you couldn’t have.

As the familiar chords of the song played on, you closed your eyes and tried to will yourself to sleep, to escape this tense situation, even if just for a little while. But just as you felt yourself starting to drift off, Dean’s hand suddenly landed firmly on your inner thigh, sending your eyes flying open as your heart raced.

Without a word, Dean pulled the Impala over to the side of the road, putting the car in park before turning to face you. The intensity in his green eyes made your breath catch in your throat, and you found yourself unable to look away.

“We need to talk,” he said, his voice low and serious.

You swallowed hard, every fiber of your being telling you to run, to avoid this conversation at all costs. But you knew it was inevitable, that the tension between the two of you had been building for too long to ignore any longer.

“Okay,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dean studied you for a moment, his gaze searching your face for something you couldn’t quite decipher. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his short, spiky hair.

“Look, I know things have been...tense between us lately,” he began, his eyes never leaving yours. “And I know a lot of that is my fault.”

You opened your mouth to interrupt, to argue that it was his fault, that his reckless flirting had hurt you more than you cared to admit. But he held up a hand, silencing you.

“Please, just let me say this,” he pleaded. “I’m not good at this whole...feelings thing. You know that. But I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened earlier, and I...” He paused, his brow furrowing as he struggled to find the right words.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally, his voice sincere. “I never meant to hurt you, I swear. It’s just...old habits die hard, you know? And I...” He hesitated, his gaze dropping to his hands, which were fidgeting nervously in his lap. “I guess I was...afraid.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at his confession, and you couldn’t help but lean forward slightly, your curiosity piqued.

“Afraid of what, Dean?” you asked softly.

He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “Afraid of this,” he said, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “Afraid of...of letting myself feel something real, something that could actually last.”

Your heart ached at his words, the raw vulnerability in his voice cutting you deeper than any of his careless flirtations ever could. You knew, deep down, that Dean had been through more than his fair share of pain and loss in his life, and the thought of him being afraid to open himself up to you only made you love him more.

“Dean...” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “I...I had no idea.”

He looked up then, his green eyes meeting yours, and you were struck by the raw emotion you saw there. “I know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And that’s my fault. I...I’ve been pushing you away, because I’m scared of what this could be. Of what we could be.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, hope and fear warring within you. “What are you saying, Dean?”you asked, fiddling with your thumbs.

He reached out then, his calloused hand coming to rest on your thigh again, his thumb brushing against it in a gentle caress. “I’m saying that...I care about you, more than I’ve ever cared about anyone. And I’m tired of pretending that I don’t.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat, your eyes flooding with tears as the weight of his words settled over you. “Dean, I...I care about you, too. So much,” you whispered, your voice shaking.

A small, tentative smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he reached up to gently brush a stray tear from your cheek. “I know,” he murmured. “And that’s what scares me the most.”

You nodded, understanding dawning on you. “Because you’re afraid of losing me, too,” you said softly.

He nodded, his hand moving to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I’ve already lost so much in my life, Y/N. I don’t think I could handle losing you, too.”

You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and comfort of his hand on your skin. “You won't lose me, Dean,” you whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He studied your face for a long moment, his green eyes boring into yours, before slowly leaning in. Your heart raced as his lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative at first, before deepening into a passionate kiss.

When you finally broke apart, you were both breathing heavily, your foreheads resting against each other. “I love you, Y/N,” Dean murmured, his voice barely audible but you heard him clear as day.

“I love you, too, Dean,” you whisper, your fingers tangling in the short strands of his hair.

For a long moment, the two of you simply sat there, lost in each other’s embrace, the tension and pain of earlier melting away. But then, a thought occurred to you, and you pulled back slightly, your brow furrowing.

“What about Sam?” you asked, your voice tinged with concern. “I mean, we’re on our way to pick him up from Stanford, and I don’t want him to feel...I don’t know, awkward or anything.”

Dean chuckled softly, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “Don’t worry about Sammy,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “He’s been rooting for us to get our heads out of our asses for years.”

You couldn't help but laugh at that, the tension in your shoulders finally starting to ease. “I should have known,” you said, shaking your head in amusement.

Dean grinned, pulling you in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the last. When you finally broke apart, you were both breathless again, your hearts racing.

“So, what does this mean for us?” you asked, your voice soft and uncertain.

Dean's expression turned serious, his hand moving to intertwine with yours. “It means that I’m all in, Y/N,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “No more flirting with other women, no more pushing you away. I want this, us, more than anything.”

You felt your heart swell with emotion, tears of joy threatening to spill over. “Me too, Dean,” you whispered, squeezing his hand gently. “I’m in, too.”

He smiled then, a genuine, warm smile that lit up his entire face, and you couldn't help but lean in and kiss him again, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body against yours.

As you pulled apart, Dean’s expression turned mischievous once more. “So, what do you say we give Sammy another day and find us a nice, secluded spot to...celebrate?" he asked wiggling his brows, a hint of suggestiveness in his tone.

You couldn’t help but laugh at what you were hearing, playfully swatting his arm. “Dean Winchester, you are such a hornball,” you teased.

He grinned, his grip on your hand tightening. “Maybe so, but you love me anyway,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet confidence that made your heart flutter.

“That I do,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss him once more.

As the Impala rumbled back to life and Dean guided the car back onto the open road, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. The tension and hurt of earlier had been replaced by a deep, abiding love and trust, and you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Dean would face them together.

You nestled closer to Dean as he drove, your hand still intertwined with his, and Stairway to Heaven filling the air, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to bask in the feeling of pure, unadulterated happiness.

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cosmicanakin · 2 months

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more than just an interview.

pairing. hayden christensen x female reader.

outline. your nerves are everywhere for your first big interview with hayden christensen himself, but things take an exciting turn when he asks for your number.

contains. fluff, reader being a fan girl, tattoos mentioned, workplace romance, anxiety nerves.

authors note. i've only ever written for hayden's characters but never for him :( so here's a little hayden fic!

your heart races as you smooth down your skirt for what feels like the hundredth time, nerves wracking your body while pacing the length of the small room. today marked your first big interview covering the much anticipated release of ahsoka, and the lucky subject chosen was none other than hayden christensen himself.

ever since the prequels first captured your imagination as a young teen, you've harbored a hopeless crush on the actor behind anakin skywalker. his smoldering screen presence and talent at bringing such depth to a complex character left you wholly enamored, fueling artistic pursuits like drawing and even getting a tattoo tribute on your 18th birthday.

glancing down at the familiar lines inked below your left wrist, fingers tracing over them brought both comfort and fresh butterflies. would hayden appreciate the sentiment behind such a permanent mark of fandom, or find it odd and off-putting? you couldn't decide which terrified you more in that moment, the impending interview or potentially showing him such an intimate secret.

before anxiety could mount further, a light knock sounded at the door. "they're ready for you y/n." with a final calming breath you nodded, steeling nerves as best able while trailing your guide down bustling halls. rounds of cameras and crew zipped to and fro in organized chaos, only serving to heighten your jittery state.

entering the room, bright lights and microphones came into view alongside your subject for the day. hayden sat relaxed in an armchair, striking features gently illuminated while conversing easily with staff. at your approach he glanced up, meeting your eyes with a warm smile that set butterflies aflutter once more.

"hayden, this is y/n l/n, she'll be conducting your interview today. make yourselves comfortable and we'll begin filming in 5." with that your guide slipped away, leaving you alone under his keen gaze that seemed to assess every minute detail.

stumbling through introductions you both settled into adjacent seats, closing the small distance between as a PA adjusted lighting and levels. "it's truly an honor hayden, i've been a huge fan of your work for so long. thank you for taking the time today."

he graced you with another genuous smile feeling heat rush your cheeks. "the pleasure is all mine y/n, i'm always happy to chat with fellow star wars enthusiasts."

you then launched into prepared questions relying heavily on note cards to steady shaking hands. hayden spoke eloquently of the joys in revisiting ahsoka and anakin's dynamic through animation, the creative challenges of lending voice without physical presence, as well as hints of where future stories may lead the beloved character.

absorbed in the discussion, you almost missed the lull signaling a natural break between topics. glancing down to reorder cards, hayden's eyes caught a glimpse of your inked tribute.

"is that...?" trailing off inquisitively, his gaze held yours in silent permission to explain. heart thundering in your ribs, you extended your arm stiffly for closer inspection with a sheepish smile.

"oh yeah, it's a little silly. but i got this on my 18th birthday as a sort of tribute to anakin. he's my favorite character in star wars thanks to you." chuckling nervously, you shrugged awaiting judgment on such a bold permanent choice.

instead, hayden gently cradled your wrist to examine lines tracing each curve with a focus that sent shivers through your veins. his thumb rubbed absent circles causing thoughts to short circuit, breath hitching slightly at the contact.

"not silly at all, i'm truly flattered. it's not often i come across such devoted fans, let alone marks of appreciation so meaningful. thank you for sharing this with me, it will certainly remain a treasured memory."

releasing your now flaming skin, hayden graced you with a look loaded with warmth that threatened composure. frantically you shifted topics back to the interview, desperate to regain threads of coherency spinning out of control under his gaze. thankfully he indulged without further comment, captivating the audience once more.

all too soon your allotted time came to an end, both of you graciously thanking one another while crew prepped for the next guest. hayden bid farewell with a lingering handshake, flashing one last smile that left you lightheaded long after exiting the stage.

leaning against the nearest wall, you attempted to regulate your breathing and pounding heart. had you truly just conducted that interview, seen that sweet genuine reaction to a silly fangirl choice that meant the world? pinching yourself proved no dreams, only solid reality awaiting further processing back at home with friends.

giddiness prevented focus for the remainder of promotional rounds, drifting through subsequent interviews on autopilot buzzing with endorphins. by late afternoon you found solace beside a refreshments table, quietly replaying treasured memories while nibbling on a giant cookie.

"y/n!" whirling at the call of your name, disbelief flooded as none other than hayden christensen hurriedly approached with a beaming smile. had he mistaken you for another, or somehow recalled you despite a packed schedule? politeness held your tongue awaiting clarification.

"i'm glad i caught you before leaving, this day has been a whirlwind. i hope i'm not being too forward, but i was wondering if i could maybe take you out for a drink sometime? get to know one another outside of work and such. only if you're interested of course."

heart ceased functioning at the implication, mind reeling to comprehend such an opportunity unfolding before your very eyes. hayden christensen, long-time crush and the subject of your teenage fantasies, was genuinely interested in you beyond surface-level small talk of the press circuit.

"i-i would love that hayden. um just give me a second," you said fumbling for your phone with shaky hands, exchanging numbers felt surreal akin to glimpsing behind intricate hollywood veils so seldom witnessed up close.

"wonderful, it's a date then. i'll text you later this week to discuss plans further. see you then y/n, take care." with a final radiant smile hayden turned on his heel, disappearing behind heavy doors towards whatever awaited beyond this magical day.

plopping onto a chair legs feeling like they might give out at any second, you simply stared bewildered at open phone grasped tightly in palm. had any of this truly happened, or had stress and fangirl aspirations finally sent imagination into overdrive? only time would tell where genuine connection may blossom if given proper chance to take root. for now, replaying treasured snapshots on a loop would have to suffice to quell your pounding heart until destiny worked her mysterious ways.

true to word, your phone lit up later that week with an unknown number. unlocking brought a message reading simply "hey, it's hayden. are you free saturday night?" giddy butterflies exploded anew seeing his name, fingers rushing to confirm eagerly while coordinating logistics.

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cosmicanakin · 3 months

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thinkin' about nerd!anakin & popular!reader.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

you slip into the kitchen where anakin is bustling about working on some new prototype. sliding your arms around his waist from behind, you press a kiss to the center of his back between his shoulder blades. “how's it going in here, handsome?”

he turns with a brilliant grin, still tinkering as he talks. “just fine tuning some upgrades. got paired with lydia for the engineering project and she has some innovative ideas i want to test out. speaking of, i should give her a call and we can brainstorm some more.”

your smile falters slightly at the mention of lydia. you know she's a notorious nerd, just like anakin, but something about them working so closely together rubs you the wrong way. “right, your partner. do you have to call her right now?” you pout, pulling him in for an embrace.

anakin chuckles, nuzzling your nose. “yes sweetheart, we're trying to stay on track to finish early like the good students we are. don't worry, you know you're the only girl for me.” he pecks your lips softly before slipping from your arms to grab his phone.

reluctantly, you follow anakin to the couch and flop down beside him with a huff. his call connects and lydia's face popped up on the screen, pale skin and dark hair framed by thick glasses like usual. “hey anakin!” she greets excitedly, straightening her cardigan.

“hey lydia, y/n's here too.” he smiles, sliding an arm around your shoulders. you force a tight lipped grin and wave. lydia smiles politely in return but her eyes linger on anakin a moment too long for your liking.

“so, tell me more about these water filtration designs you were working on,” anakin prompts, always eager to delve into his passion. lydia launches into an enthusiastic ramble about her concepts that has anakin hanging onto every word with rapt attention.

you try to contain your rising irritation as they converse in advanced terminology far over your head. anakin's eyes sparkle with interest and admiration for lydia's brilliant mind and you feel increasingly out of place. her cheeks flush under his praise and gaze.

that's the final straw. subtlety clearly isn’t working so you decide on a new approach. shifting into anakin's lap, you drape yourself over him and start peppering his jaw and neck with heated kisses. he inhales sharply in surprise.

“y/n, wh-what are you doing?” he stammers breathily as you continue your affectionate assault. you raise your eyes to the screen and smirk at lydia, who watches with parted lips and pink cheeks of her own.

“sorry to interrupt,” you say feigning your innocence, grinding down into anakin’s lap. he suppresses a soft groan, hands coming to grasp your hips unconsciously. lydia averts her eyes, clearing her throat awkwardly.

“i can see you two are, uh, busy. maybe i should let you go.” she mumbles, shuffling notes in front of her screen. anakin nods frantically, eyes fuzzy with desire. “y-yeah, probably for the best. we'll, um, talk tomorrow lydia. bye!”

you end the call with a tap of your finger before he can prolong it further. capturing anakin's lips hungrily, you roll your hips firmly into his growing erection. he melts into the kiss with a whiny moan.

“fuck y/n, what's gotten into you? not that iʼm complaining,” he pants as you drag open mouthed kisses along his jaw. you nip at his earlobe teasingly. “just reminding you who you belong to, honey. now, shall we take this discussion to the bedroom?”

without awaiting his response, you tug anakin to his feet and backward down the hall. he obeys willingly, worshipping your neck and shoulders all the way. you push him down onto the mattress, quickly removing your clothes in a flurry.

anakin lays watching with blown pupils and parted lips, caressing the prominent bulge in his pants. “god, you're so beautiful.” you crawl over him like a lioness, pinning his body down and rocking your sensitive core against his clothed bulge.

“say it,” you command breathily. “say you're mine.” anakin moans at the delicious contact, already putty in your possessive hands. “i'm yours, and only yours.” satisfaction blooms in your chest at his submission.

you make good and sure to brand that fact into his memory that night, until he's left whimpering your name in a blissful puddle. no one, not even lydia, would ever come between you again if you had anything to say about it. this boy belonged to you heart, body and mind.

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cosmicanakin · 3 months

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full of surprises.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. helping vinnie in the garage, your knowledge, and skills with cars over the years come to surface, unveiling a secret you'd kept hidden.

contains. fluff, explicit language, smut, thigh riding, fingering, pinv, & breeding kink mentioned.

authors note. while i was scrolling through pinterest, i fell down a rabbit hole of photos of vinnie working on cars. and it inspired me to write. <3

the soft clanking and muttered curses drifting from the garage pull you away from your mindless scrolling on your phone. you glance at the clock, noticing it's past midnight already. vinnie told you he'd be done working on his by now but it seems he's hit another snag in repairs.

sighing, you slide off the couch and pad down the hallway. vinnie's bent over the open hood distractedly turning a wrench, smears of grease decorating his gray tank top and forearms in a way that makes your heart flutter. you admire his toned physique for a moment, always loving when he gets hands on.

“any luck, babe?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him. vinnie jerks up with a grimace, rubbing the back of his neck. “ah, no not yet. this damn fuel pump is being a real pain in my ass. i've replaced every other part but it just won't prime right.”

he kicks the tire in frustration earning a soft chuckle from you. striding over, you stand on your tiptoes to peer into the engine compartment. years spent helping your dad under the hoods of countless vehicles have given you more than a casual understanding.

“mind if i take a look?” you inquire, already sliding some gloves from the table beside you. vinnie gapes at you in disbelief. “i had no idea you knew about cars, babe,” disbelief colors his tone but you can also detect a hint of thrill at discovering another layer to you.

“my dad always said it's a good skill for any woman to have. now scoot over, let me see what's going on.” vinnie readily obliges, interest overtaking his previous annoyance as you step into his place. running an analytical eye, you soon spot the issue.

“ah, there's your problem. the fuel filter is badly clogged, no wonder it can't draw fuel properly. just needs a replacement, should clear it right up.” you declare confidently, removing the filter to examine. vinnie peers over your shoulder in amazement.

“damn baby girl, you never cease to surprise me. i'm seriously so impressed right now, you've got me feeling all kinds of things.” he purrs against your ear, hands sliding around your waist from behind. a shiver runs down your spine at his breath on your skin but you maintain focus, humming thoughtfully.

“flattery will get you everywhere mister, now hand me the socket so i can get this fixed,” you demand gently, holding a hand back expectantly. vinnie hurriedly passes you the tool, enthralled by your take-charge demeanor. within minutes the new filter is installed and you're reassembling the compartment.

flicking your gloves away, you turn to face vinnie's adoring gaze with a smile. “alright big man, give her a start, and let's see if that did the trick.” he grins, pressing a swift kiss to your lips in thanks before jumping into the driver's seat.

the cars roars to life on the first try, rumbling smoothly without any hiccups. vinnie whoops loudly, leaning out the window with glee. “fuck baby, you're amazing! that was the perfect fix. come here, i gotta give you a proper reward.”

giggling, you allow vinnie to tug you into his lap as he's sat in the driver's seat. his mouth latches onto your neck desperately, hands roaming your sides. “i'm so turned on by how smart and skilled you are. drives me crazy knowing you could probably rebuild this engine from scratch if you wanted,” he growls between kisses.

heat pools low in your belly at his adoring praise. you slide his hands up under your shirt, craving his touch. “mhm, maybe i will someday just to watch you swoon. but for now...” twisting, you capture vinnie's lips hungrily.

he sighs into the kiss, deepening it instantly as his tongue delves between your parted lips. you rock against his firm thigh. vinnie groans, hands gripping your hips to guide your movements.

“fuck, i need you so bad y/n. let's take this inside, i wanna worship your perfect body properly.” he breathes heavily, pupils blown wide with want. you nod eagerly, already scrambling from his lap toward the house. vinnie follows, hastily towing you the rest of the way by your wrist.

as soon as the bedroom door clicks shut he's pinning you against it feverishly. your shirt disappears followed by his as he assaults your collarbone with rough kisses and nips. a gasp escapes your throat, grabbing handfuls of his hair to encourage the delicious treatment.

vinnie hikes your legs around his waist, lifting as if you weigh nothing at all. the hard line of his erection presses relentlessly against your core through the multiple layers still separating you, seeking friction. you grind down needily, desperate for more contact.

“slow down, baby, ‘m not going anywhere,” he pants, carrying you to the bed and laying you out like a feast. vinnie quickly divests the rest of your clothing, gazing in awe at your naked form beneath him.

“so perfect, and all mine.” his worshipping words steal your breath, stomach clenching deliciously. when his mouth latches onto a pert nipple to suckle, you cry out loudly at the exquisite sensation.

vinnie takes his time lavishing each breast and curve of your body with wet kisses and love bites, mapping every sensitive spot until you're writhing and begging for more. finally his fingers dip to your dripping core, circling your swollen clit teasingly.

“fuck vinnie!” you babble, back arching off the mattress at his feather light touches. he chuckles darkly, sinking two digits into your cunt. “you take my fingers so well babygirl. bet you'll feel even better wrapped around my cock though, what do you think?”

a choked moan is your only response, eyes rolling back as he pumps his fingers leisurely. vinnie slowly adds a third, stretching your entrance deliciously full. his thumb rolls firm circles over your clit in time, driving you to the edge at an agonizing pace.

just as your orgasm begins to crest, he removes his hand entirely leaving you keening. vinnie stands to remove the last of his clothing, hard length jutting proudly from his slender hips. the sight alone could make you cum but he hasn't given permission yet.

crawling back over you, vinnie slots his cock against your dripping entrance and leans down to claim your mouth in a filthy kiss. “gonna make you feel so good y/n, fuck you senseless until you can't remember your name. that's what you want isn't it?”

you whimper desperately, nodding fervently against his lips. “please, i want to feel you so deep inside me. use me as rough as you like, i'm yours baby.” his restraint snaps, and with one powerful thrust, he's fully seated to the hilt within your clenching heat.

you cry out loudly at the relentless stretch, walls spasming deliciously around his girth. vinnie groans deeply, staying locked in place to adjust before beginning a punishing rhythm of hard, deep strokes. his hips snap violently, balls slapping your swollen flesh with each impact.

all you can do is hold on for dear life, nails raking down his sweat slicked back as he fucks you into oblivion. vinnie pistons his hips with animalistic drives, pounding directly into your most sensitive spots unerringly. a constant litany of filthy praises tumble from his pretty lips, only spurring you nearer the edge.

“fuck you look gorgeous taking my fat cock sweet girl, your pussy was made for me i swear. gonna fill you up, have your belly swollen with my babies, you want that pretty girl? want me to come inside you while i fuck my name out of that beautiful mouth?”

the depraved imagery plunges you over at last, walls constricting vinnie's member in a vice grip. your orgasm tears through you with ruthless intensity, eyes rolling back as you scream his name. he chases his own release, fucking you through the aftershocks until spilling deep within your quivering channel with a guttural groan.

collapsing together in a sweaty heap, you trade sloppy kisses and whispered ‘i love you's’ while coming down from ecstasy. vinnie curls around your sated form protectively, pressing sweet affection into any skin he can reach.

“you never cease to amaze me y/n. i love how full of surprises you are, constantly keeping me on my toes. and damn do i love when you take charge like that, so fucking hot.” he sighs contentedly, nuzzling your hair.

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cosmicanakin · 4 months

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popular girl and her brainiac.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

pairing. anakin skywalker x female reader.

outline. when your nerdy bf swings by for dinner, it evolves into way more than just eating.

contains. domestic fluff, soft smut, pinv.

authors note. insp by nai's @st4rfckerz post about nerdy!anakin. reader is the popular girl in the college they attend but is the opposite of the snobby mean ones <3

it’s friday night and you’ve been looking forward to having anakin over all week. as the popular girl in college, everyone’s always so surprised that you’re dating the shy, quiet nerd anakin skywalker. but they’ll never understand how sweet and caring he is behind those dorky glasses of his.

when anakin arrives, you greet him with a kiss. “hey handsome, come on in!” you say, taking his hand and leading him inside. “i made us pasta, it should be ready any minute.” anakin smiles shyly, waving with his free hand still clutching his worn copy of advanced hyperdrive mechanics.

“smells amazing, babe. thank you for inviting me over,” he says, pulling you in for a deeper kiss that leaves you weak. anakin might be reserved in public but he comes alive for you, passionate in ways others would never guess.

soon you’re both curled on the couch eating, talking about your days between bites. anakin tells you excitedly about the droid he’s been building in his workshop, eyes lighting up behind his spectacles. you could listen to him geek out for hours, loving this open, unguarded side of him.

after dinner anakin insists on doing the dishes while you set up the tv for a movie. crawling back to the couch, you snuggle into his side with a blanket as the opening credits roll. but anakin seems distracted, fiddling with his sleeves.

“what’s on your mind, babe?” you ask softly, tilting his chin to meet your gaze. he smiles shyly. “i...got you something. been working on it for a while, wasn’t sure when to give it...”

anakin reaches into his satchel and pulls out a small jewelry box, handing it to you with trembling fingers. inside lies the most delicate silver chain, a tiny heart charm swinging gently. “i made it myself in workshop,” he murmurs. “i know it isn’t much but i wanted you to have something from me...”

tears sprang in your eyes at his thoughtfulness and care. “anakin it’s perfect, i love it!” you whisper, kissing him tenderly. “thank you so much for thinking of me.” anakin grins in relief, helping you clasp the necklace before leaning in again simply wanting to taste the sweetness of your soft lips.

his hands tangle in your hair as the kiss deepens, full of warmth and longing. you melt into him, parting your lips in invitation as his tongue sweeps in. anakin tastes faintly of mint and you sigh, desire pooling low in your belly at his confidence.

his lips trail hotly down your neck as you arch back against the couch, breath coming in pants. anakin’s fingers slide up under your shirt, calloused yet gentle, setting your skin alight. you whimper, needing more contact, rolling your hips up desperately.

anakin groans, grinding down to meet your movements. “you feel so good, sweetheart,” he breathes against your lips, voice thick with want. his desire for you turns him uncivilized in the best way, raw masculinity underneath nerdy façade.

“take me to bed, ani,” you beg, losing yourself to rising fervor. he scoops you up effortlessly, lips never leaving yours as he carries you to the bedroom. anakin lays you down with reverence, slowly undressing you between hungry kisses across flushed skin.

when you’re both bare he starts kissing along your collarbone. “so beautiful,” he praises, stroking your sides gently. your hands roam his back, fingertips mapping every defined muscle. anakin fits against you perfectly, hard lines anchoring your softer curves.

finding your core ready and dripping, he eases inside with a gasp. you cling to each other, lost in sensation as anakin sets a steady rhythm. his whispers of love and affection in your ear wash over you, only increasing bliss. fingers entwining, you lose track of where you end and he begins, pleasure spiraling higher.

soon he hits that delicious gummy spot inside, lips claiming yours to swallow your cries. you’re so close, walls fluttering around anakin’s thick length. “let go for me, angel,” he urges, deepening his strokes. with a few presses more you break apart, wave after wave crashing through your joined bodies.

anakin follows soon after with a muffled groan, pulsing hot release inside you. for long moments you simply breathe together, coming down from ecstasy. he kisses your hair tenderly as you nuzzle into his strong arms, safe and sated.

later you both lie watching the city lights beyond your window, anakin absently playing with strands of your hair. “you’re the most gorgeous girl ever,” he whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. you beam, fondly caressing his cheek.

“i love you, ani. don’t ever doubt it, nerd and all,” you slightly tease. anakin chuckles, tracing idle patterns across your bare skin. “and i love you, always.” his sure gaze holds steady promises for your future together as you drift off in his secure embrace, knowing how lucky you are to have found true love within his tender heart.

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cosmicanakin · 4 months

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morning muse.

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. you wake before vinnie one morning, deciding you want to photograph his adorable sleepy form with your new polaroid camera he gifted you, resulting in lazy morning cuddles and kisses.

contains. fluff, kissing, & cuddling.

authors note. my drafts are full of half-finished wips. oops. i'll try my best to get them out soon! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

warm morning light filters through the window as you start to stir from sleep. blinking awake, you take in vinnie’s still-dozing form next to you, chest rising and falling steadily. a lazy smile tugs at your lips as memories of christmas day surface - exchanging gifts by the tree, vinnie presenting you with the vintage polaroid camera you’d been eyeing for months.

your fingers itch to try it out as you take in vinnie’s handsome, relaxed features. his curls falls gently over his eyes, lashes fluttering lightly in dreams. you just have to capture this moment.

carefully slipping out of the bed so as not to disturb him, you retrieve the camera from your dresser. climbing back onto the mattress, you slowly straddle vinnie’s lap, holding the camera up to frame the shot. but as you go to press the button, vinnie stirs from underneath you with a sleepy hum.

“good morning, sleepyhead,” you greet him softly, brushing his hair back tenderly. vinnie blinks up at you, taking a moment to focus before smiling drowsily. “morning, baby. what’re you up to?” he rumbles, voice husky from sleep. you lift the camera briefly.

“just wanna get some shots of you while you’re all cozy. is that okay?” you ask sweetly. vinnie chuckles, stretching below you like a contented cat. “you sure know how to wake a guy up. go ahead, beautiful, do your thing.”

grinning, you angle the camera down to capture your view—vinnie gazing up at you adoringly with sleepy eyes and bedhead, arms folded casually behind his head. when it prints, vinnie peeks at the square photo emerging.

“not bad for a first shot,” he notes appreciatively. thrilled, you take a few more pictures from above; vinnie flashing lazy smiles and smug smirks, winking playfully in one. after the third print develops, you line them up on the nightstand with care.

“thank you for being my early morning muse, babe,” you coo, planting a kiss on his scruffy cheek. vinnie hums contentedly, large hands drifting up your bare thighs.

“no problem at all. i think i deserve some morning cuddles now though,” he rumbles cheekily, strong arms wrapping around your waist to flip your positions. vinnie cages you below him, nuzzling your neck. sighing happily, you thread fingers through his messy curls as he trails kisses along your collarbones.

“thank you again for the camera, vinnie. i love it,” you murmur gratefully. vinnie lifts his head, dark eyes glittering warmly. “only the best for my girl. i’m glad you’re getting use out of it already. feel free to photograph me whenever you please,” he teases playfully.

you laugh softly, tracing his defined jaw. “oh i plan to document all your cuddly, sleepy phases. might have to start an album,” you muse. vinnie pretends to groan, burying his face back in your neck. “i think i’ve created a monster,” he mumbles into your skin, making you giggle.

arching into his body heat, you exhaled sharply. “your handy work. now do these morning cuddles include kissing?” you inquire jokingly. vinnie chuckles, hovering over you with a playful smirk. “well, i suppose i could spare some kisses for my favorite girl,” he drawls, dipping in to capture your lips warmly.

you hum happily into the tender kiss, hands sliding up vinnie’s bare back. he holds your face gently between his large palms, slowly deepening the embrace with quiet reverence. you lose track of time drifting peacefully in vinnie’s arms, exchanging sweet caresses and kisses under the golden morning light.

when you finally break for air, vinnie gazes down at you with so much adoration it takes your breath away. brushing back your tousled hair, he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. “i love you so much, baby. thanks for starting my day off right,” he murmurs against your skin.

beaming, you squeeze vinnie tightly against you. “i love you too, babe. thanks for making every morning with you a gift.” he smiles lovingly, pulling the blankets up cocoon-style to envelope you both protectively. your polaroid camera sits on the nightstand, ready to continue documenting all your cozy mornings together. and with vinnie’s strong, comforting embrace all around you, you drift back to a peaceful doze with eyes full of promise for sweet tomorrows yet to come.

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cosmicanakin · 4 months

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anakin drabbles!

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

pairing. anakin skywalker x female reader.

contains. smut, & possessive!anakin.

authors note. he's a freak in da sheets.

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.

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cosmicanakin · 4 months

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giving your nerdy bf hickeys.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

pairing. nerd!anakin x female reader.

contains. smut w no plot, hickeys.

authors note. love my nerdy baby <3

you’re hanging out with your boyfriend anakin at his small apartment, curled up together on the couch. as usual, your boyfriend has been reading some textbook on hyperspace mechanics, totally absorbed in the dense theories and equations.

smiling to yourself, you snake your arms around anakin’s waist from behind and place a gentle kiss to his neck. “put the nerdy stuff away for a bit, handsome. let me have your attention,” you murmur, nibbling his earlobe playfully.

anakin shivers, closing the book reluctantly before turning in your embrace. “mm, you definitely have my attention now, angel,” he rumbles, voice already deepening with want. you grin, pressing soft pecks along his strong jawline as anakin practically melts beneath your touch.

brushing his messy hair back, you suck lightly at the tender place below his ear. anakin sighs airily, hands coming up to your hair as you leave a faint pink mark. a thought suddenly occurs and you pull back with a mischievous glint, biting your lip.

“ani...what would you think about me giving you a hickey?” you ask softly. his eyes widen slightly behind his glasses before his cheeks flush a dark rose. “i, uh...i don’t know,” anakin stammers shyly, ever-modest and innocent. “i’ve never had one before.”

you smile reassuringly, caressing his face. “i won't do anything you’re not comfortable with, baby. i just think you’d look so sexy all marked up...” anakin’s blush deepens impossibly but he nods, gazing at you full of trust. “okay, you can try.”

leaning back in, you kiss along the strong column of his neck with tender reverence before sucking sharply below his adam’s apple. anakin gasps harshly, fingers gripping your sides tightly as you work the skin with your lips and tongue. he tastes faintly salty, musky, all man.

it doesn't take long for the beautiful purple bruise to bloom under your ministrations, standing out stark against anakin’s pale skin. sitting back to admire your handiwork, you can’t help a satisfied grin. “looks incredible, ani. so hot,” you purr, cradling his face for a deep kiss.

anakin seems almost in a trance, tenderly fingering the mark almost disbelievingly. “i...didn’t think it would feel so good,” he admits shyly, delight dancing in his gorgeous eyes. you hug him close, stroking his hair soothingly.

“i'm so happy you liked it. you deserve to feel cherished,” you murmur in his ear, brushing kisses along his strong jaw. anakin smiles sweetly, cupping your cheek as an idea comes to him too. “can i...try giving you one?” he asks hopefully.

you blink in surprise before nodding eagerly, already melting under his rare confidence. shifting to straddle his muscular thighs, you offer your neck invitingly. “please do, handsome,” you whisper, carding fingers through his thick hair encouragingly.

anakin takes a shaky breath, hands settling warm and sure at your waist, before tentatively pressing his lips below your jaw. you sigh contentedly as his mouth works, less skilled than your own but filled with loving care. soon a throbbing point of heat forms under your skin, making you squirm deliciously in anakin's lap.

he pulls back to gauge his work, tentative thumb brushing over the fluttering pulsepoint. “is it okay? did i do it right?” anakin questions timidly, always the gentle soul. you smile tenderly, cupping his face between your hands.

“it’s perfect. you make me feel so good,” you reassure, kissing him deeply. anakin grins with boyish delight, pulling you closer still. as the afternoon wanes and shadows lengthen, you trade sweet nothings and marks of affection between giggling bouts until dark.

later, when you bid him farewell for the night, anakin can’t help a soft gasp seeing the artwork you did on his neck in the mirror. you smirk playfully, pleased by his reaction, before tugging him down for a last passionate kiss. “goodnight, honey. see you tomorrow,” you whisper against his lips.

anakin smiles dopily, eyes glazed and hooded. “goodnight, angel. sleep well,” he rumbles, squeezing you tight once more before reluctantly letting go. as you walk home glowing, already missing his arms, you can’t stop touching the faintly throbbing hickey upon your skin - a beautiful brand of anakin's care, his very first. you know this won't be the last intimate secret you two share.

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cosmicanakin · 25 days

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Nerdy anakin 🙏🙏🙏

unexpected birthday surprise.

pairing. nerd!anakin x female reader.

outline. anakin's heartfelt birthday surprise leaves you feeling loved and cherished. and you were sure this day was one you'll never forget.

warning(s). fluff, soft!anakin, slight angst, and emotional vulnerability.

authors note. forever thanking nai @st4rfckerz for nerd!anakin <3 also not sure how you wanted this to turn out anon babe but i hope you enjoy ! 💝

It was your birthday, and as usual, you didn’t have any special plans. Growing up, your family had never really made a big deal out of birthdays, and now that you were on your own, the day often passed without much fanfare. But this year, things were a little different.

You shared a small apartment with your boyfriend, Anakin, a brilliant but socially awkward computer science major who you’d met in one of your classes. Anakin was hopelessly in love with you, and he had made it his mission to shower you with affection and attention, even when you protested that you didn’t need or want to be spoiled.

As you walked through the front door of your shared apartment, you stopped short, eyes widening in surprise. The entire place was decorated with streamers, balloons, and a large “Happy Birthday!”banner hung across the living room wall. Soft music filled the air, and the aroma of something delicious wafted in from the kitchen.

“Anakin?” you called out, your voice laced with confusion and a touch of panic. “What's going on?”

Suddenly, Anakin appeared from the kitchen, a wide grin plastered across his face. He was wearing a silly party hat and holding a cupcake with a single lit candle.

“Surprise!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. “Happy birthday, Y/N!”

You stared at him, mouth agape, as he approached you, holding the cupcake out towards you.

“I…I don't understand,” you stammered, your eyes darting around the room. “You didn't have to do all this, honey.”

Anakin’s face fell slightly, and he paused, his brow furrowing in concern. “But I wanted to,” he said softly, his blue eyes searching your face. “I know how much you hate making a big deal out of your birthday, but I just…I wanted to do something special for you, to show you how much you mean to me.”

You felt your heart swell with emotion, and before you could stop yourself, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. Anakin’s face fell further, and he quickly set the cupcake down on a nearby table, reaching out to take your hands in his.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. “Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry, I just thought–”

You shook your head quickly, squeezing his hands reassuringly. “No, no, Anakin, it’s not that at all,” you said, your voice soft. “It’s just…no one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

Anakin's expression softened, and he reached up to gently wipe away a stray tear from your cheek. “Well, that’s about to change,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Because from now on, I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you never have another birthday without feeling special.”

You felt a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over, and you surged forward, wrapping your arms around Anakin’s torso and burying your face in his chest. He immediately enveloped you in a warm, comforting embrace, holding you close as you let the tears flow.

“Thank you, Anakin,” you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, babe,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “And I’m never going to stop showing you how much you mean to me.”

After a few moments, you pulled back, wiping at your eyes with a sheepish smile. “Okay, so what else do you have planned for my birthday celebration?” you asked, your voice light and teasing.

Anakin’s face lit up, and he practically bounced on the balls of his feet. “Well, since you asked…” he said, grinning mischievously. “I made your favorite dinner, and I have a whole stack of your favorite movies ready to go. And of course, we can’t forget the cake!”

He dashed back into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a beautifully decorated cake, complete with your name written in icing. He set it down on the coffee table, then turned to you, his eyes shining with excitement.

“And that’s not all!” he exclaimed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, neatly wrapped present. “I have a gift for you, too.”

You felt your heart skip a beat as he handed you the package, and you carefully unwrapped it, your eyes widening as you revealed a beautiful silver necklace, with a delicate pendant in the shape of a flower, your favorite one at that.

“Anakin, it’s…it’s beautiful,” you breathed, running your fingers over the intricate design.

He beamed, reaching out to gently clasp the necklace around your neck. “I saw it and thought of you,” he said softly, his fingers lingering on the pendant. “It’s a little reminder for you,” he gently points a finger at your chest. “to always know how brilliant and amazing you are.”

You felt the tears welling up again, and this time, you didn’t bother trying to hold them back. Anakin’s face fell again, and he immediately pulled you into another tight hug.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. “Was it something I said?”

You shook your head, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “No, Anakin, you didn’t do anything wrong,”you assured him, your voice a little muffled. “These are happy tears, I promise.”

You felt him relax, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice filled with relief. “Because I never want to be the cause of your tears, Y/N. I just want to make you happy, always.”

You pulled back, gazing up at him with a warm, loving smile. “You already do, Anakin,” you said softly. “More than you’ll ever know.”

With that, you pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss, your hands tangling in his messy curls as you savored the feeling of his lips on yours. When you finally broke apart, you were both beaming, your foreheads resting together.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Anakin whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips.

“Thank you, Ani,” you murmured, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude. “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

And as the two of you embraced, surrounded by the festive decorations and the delicious scent of Anakin's homemade cooking, you knew that this was only the beginning of a lifetime of birthdays and celebrations spent together, making memories and building a future filled with love and happiness.

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cosmicanakin · 3 months

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hazy bliss.

adult content | minors do NOT interact

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. after a long week apart, vinnie's weed stash and his kisses melts away any stress.

contains. smoking, marijuana, smut, fingering, heavy use of pet names ( princess baby pretty girl etc ), overstimulation, aftercare.

authors note. have yall seen the videos of vinnie in milan for the prada show???? lord have merthyyyyy. he looked so fucking YUMMY with his slutty itty bitty waist. anywayyyy! here's another vinnie + smoking sesh fic as promised ;)

you've been busy with work all week and haven't gotten to see your boyfriend vinnie for almost a full seven days. and it's definitely been taking its toll on both of you. so late last night you sent him a text asking if he had any weed left and wanted to come over after his long day of filming for a smoke sesh, knowing it would help relax you both.

waking up this morning to a text from him saying he was on his way over lifted your spirits instantly. you tidied up your place as quickly as possible, putting on some lowkey music in the background to get in a chill mood. just as you finished fluffing the blankets and pillows on your couch, you heard the doorbell ring.

bounding over excitedly, you swung it open to reveal your handsome boyfriend standing there holding a backpack and wearing his signature beanie pulled low over his messy curls. "hey baby," he greets with a grin, eyes lighting up upon seeing you. you throw your arms around his neck in a tight squeeze, inhaling his familiar woodsy cologne you've missed so much.

"i'm so glad you're here," you mumble into his hoodie, feeling vinnie's arms come around your waist to hold you close. after a long moment he pulls back to press a lingering kiss to your lips with a contented hum. "me too, pretty girl. i've been craving your company all week." taking his hand, you lead vinnie inside to the living room.

sitting him down on the plush couch, you rummage through the bag for the goods as vinnie kicks off his shoes to get comfortable. you grab his grinder and roll up a fresh joint, handing it to him along with the lighter. leaning back against your boyfriend's broad chest with a pleased sigh, you let vinnie spark the flame and take the first hit before passing it to you.

inhaling deeply, you hold it in as usual before blowing billowing smoke up toward the ceiling with a happy sigh. your body starts melting into vinnie automatically, feeling his arms come around your middle to hold you close as you pass the blunt between you. you chat lazily about everything and nothing, catching up on the mundane details of your days apart.

time slips away as the weed helps dull your mind and heavy lids start drooping, relaxation seeping into stressed muscles. a comfortable silence settles over you both as vinnie thumbs gently at your waist under your shirt, lips pressing lazy kisses into your hair. you set the blunt aside on the coffee table, content for the moment to simply exist here wrapped in his embrace.

a light shiver runs through your body from the pleasant tingles washing over you from vinnie's tender caresses. you can feel his growing interest pressing into your lower back, eliciting a low hum of approval. tilting your head back against his broad shoulder, you meet vinnie's lidded gaze before leaning up to capture his parted lips slowly.

his hands slide up under your top to glide appreciatively over sensitized skin, igniting sparks wherever he explores. vinnie's mouth moves to leave open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck, evoking breathy sighs of pleasure. "i've missed you so much, y/n," he rumbles against your flushed skin. you eagerly help him tug your top off before attacking his hoodie zipper.

with eager hands you undress each other down to bare skin, exploring familiar planes with renewed fervor after your long absence. vinnie's tongue swipes expertly at taut nipples, taking his time lavishing them until you're panting and squirming in his lap. his thick length prods teasingly at your slick entrance, making you whimper and rock down desperately to take more of him.

vinnie stills your hips with strong hands and kisses along your chest tattoos adoringly. "slow down, baby. we've got all night," he purrs, eyes dark with longing. you nod shakily, threading your fingers through his dark curls and urging his mouth back to yours hungrily. vinnie shifts to lift you easily, legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom.

gently laying you out among the rumpled sheets, vinnie settles between your thighs, palms caressing worshipfully up your curves. you seize handfuls of blanket on either side anxiously waiting for his next touch to drive you mad. his fingers tease your dripping cunt for torturous moments before two long digits slide smoothly inside. you keen helplessly at the fullness, walls fluttering needily around him.

vinnie pumps his fingers leisurely, stretching your entrance as his thumb toys with your swollen clit. "fuck baby, you feel so good around me," he praises earnestly, eyes trained intently on your writhing form coming undone below him. every flick and curl sends waves of ecstasy crashing through your body until you feel yourself tumbling over the edge with a cry, walls clamping down in a pulsing rhythm.

your boyfriend leans up to kiss you sweetly through your quaking orgasm, savoring your blissed expression of euphoria. vinnie speeds up his ministrations to keep you hovering on the edge. then stops to position his thick length at your oozing entrance, eyes locking onto yours sincerely.

"i love you so much, princess," vinnie whispers before gradually sliding into your welcoming heat. you gasp in unison, his girth stretching you deliciously full once more. a few heartbeats pass adjusting to the intimate joining as vinnie showers your face in tender kisses, worshipping your beauty. when you nod, he pulls back slowly only to sink deeper with agonizing precision.

building a powerful rhythm, vinnie gives you every inch as his hips roll expertly, angling to hit that sweet spot with each pass. you moan wantonly into the slick skin of his shoulder, nails raking down broad shoulders and back sure to leave marks. the drag of your walls milking his length expertly pushes vinnie closer to the edge much too soon in his lust-filled state.

his fingers find your pearl swollen and straining once more, rapidly working it towards another euphoric fall. vinnie's breath hitches and stutters out in coarse grunts as he feels your orgasm crashing in, dragging his own release by the hair. "come for me sweet girl," he growls in your ear, hips snapping sharply a few more times before stilling buried deep as his release hits hard.

vinnie trembles and shakes through his high, fingers still methodically working your cunt until you're mindlessly keening and thrashing from overstimulation. he lets you ride out what seems your third or fourth high of the night against his heaving chest, worshipping your sweat-slick form with gentle caresses and sweet nothings murmured into your hair.

once you both come down from cloud nine, vinnie lifts you easily in his arms to carry you over to your en-suite bathroom for a shower. he washes you tenderly from head to toe, rinsing sweat from your sated muscles now jelly-like and replete. after drying off, he bundles you in fresh fluffy towels, kissing along your damp shoulder lazily before you head to bed for well-earned rest.

sliding under cool sheets, you curl into vinnie's waiting arms, forehead pressed to his as you smile contentedly. "i love you so much, vinnie. thank you for coming over to relax with me," you murmur tenderly. vinnie beams, cupping your cheek to plant his signature kiss to your lips softly. "no where else i'd rather be, princess. you're the best medicine to all my stress."

drifting off peacefully wrapped in your boyfriend's tender embrace, you know he'll be by your side through anything as long as you have each other. nothing washes worries away quite like vinnie's unconditional love and care shown through gentle intimacy. you've missed him terribly all week but now drifting off sated in his arms, you know nothing could tear you apart.

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cosmicanakin · 2 months

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Hi, can you do an imagine about pranking vinnie, and telling him to try not to annoy you today, please

pranks.

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. you prank your boyfriend by telling him not to annoy you and it backfires, which wasn't what you expected.

contains. angst, (are we even surprised?), pranks, emotional distress, crying.

authors note. thank you for requesting anon babe ! i'm sorry if it wasn't exactly how you wanted it but i hope you enjoy <3

you wake up feeling mischievous, plotting a prank to play on your unsuspecting boyfriend vinnie. thinking up the perfect plan to really mess with him, you can't help the smirk forming as he slowly stirs awake.

leaning over, you whisper in his ear "good morning baby." however, your usually sweet tone holds an underlying edge of irritation that has vinnie blinking in confusion. before he can say anything, you continue in a clipped manner.

"i'm already annoyed so don't bother me at all for the rest of the day, okay? i mean it." his eyebrows furrow, clearly taken aback by your sharp words. searching your face for any sign that it's a joke, hurt washes over him as you give no indication you don't seriously want space.

"okay..." he says hesitantly, hurt flickering in his eyes as he climbs out of bed. part of you feels guilty seeing how your prank is already affecting him, but you're determined to commit fully to the bit. hopefully he'll catch on soon that you're messing with him.

throughout the morning, vinnie keeps his distance as asked, seeming uneasy and unsure what to do to not annoy you further. any attempts at jokes or affection are met with exaggerated irritation, cementing in his mind that you genuinely need space from him.

it grows harder to maintain your façade as his usual cheerfulness fades into guarded silence. by midday, remorse is gnawing a hole in your gut seeing how dejected vinnie appears. when he recoils from your touch with worried eyes, you can no longer take it.

"vinnie, i need to tell you something," you start, grabbing his arm as he tries to walk away. he pauses but doesn't turn, shoulders hunched in defeatedly. "this was all just a stupid prank baby, i don't actually want space from you."

whirling around, hurt and anger flash across his features. "a prank? i thought you were seriously pissed off at me! you had me questioning everything all day," he shouts, hurt turning to rage the longer he processes how badly you messed with him.

"i'm sorry, it was just a joke. i didn't mean to actually upset you,” you scramble to apologize but he brushes past, heading for the door. "where are you going?" panic surges through you, worrying you may have broken the fragile trust between you.

"i just need to be alone for a while, i can't even look at you right now," he spits venomously before slamming the front door behind him. collapsing to the floor, you pull your knees up to your chest as quiet sobs escape your lips.

hours pass with no word from vinnie, your texts and calls going unanswered in a painful silence. night falls heavily, adding to your despair wondering if you pushed him too far this time. just as you're about to give up hope, the door creaks open slowly.

lifting your head, you see vinnie standing uncertainly in the doorway, eyes puffy and red-rimmed from his own tears. without a word, he crosses over and falls into your waiting embrace, holding on for dear life. neither of you speak for a long while, simply taking comfort in being close again.

finally, vinnie pulls back enough to look at you with watery eyes. "i'm still so fucking mad at you but i love you too much to walk away. just promise me no more stupid pranks, okay?” he pleads brokenly.

"i promise, i'm so sorry sweetheart. can you ever forgive me?” you ask, cupping his face gently. he nods, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips in acceptance of your apology. holding each other tightly, you both silently vow to communicate better to avoid such hurt in the future.

your love proves stronger than any misstep could fracture, bonding that transcends fleeting fallouts. here in sanctuary of each other’s arms rediscovered, all remnants of shadows melt under floods of forgiveness' warmth. two souls learn as one, growing through missteps refined to blossoms entwining roots anchored in understanding deeper than any sea. this you vow eternally, to cherish the blossoms arising where hearts intertwine.

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cosmicanakin · 4 months

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no strings attached.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. what began as a casual physical arrangement between two best friends soon blossomed into deeper feelings that neither were prepared to face without turbulence and confusion along the way.

contains. angst, hurt comfort, fwb trope, smut ( wrap it before you tap it! ) strong language, anxiety, & miscommunication.

authors note. angsty fwb ft. vinnie? count me in. it's also my first time writing this trope so i’m hoping i didn't butcher it. <3

you wake up with warmth behind you and an arm slung gently over your waist. looking at the time on your phone, you see it’s nearly noon. turning, you find vinnie still sleeping soundly, his face soft and serene.

a smile tugs at your lips as you watch him. he looks so peaceful. his curls fall messily over his forehead in a way that makes your stomach flip. you want nothing more than to lean in and place a gentle kiss on his lips, but you stop yourself.

that’s what got you into this mess in the first place. kissing led to more… and more led to feelings. feelings you can’t afford to have, not when this was supposed to be casual between you. what started as a friends with benefits situation has spiraled, at least for you, into something much deeper.

but vinnie made it clear from the beginning - no strings attached. and you agreed, not realizing your heart had plans of its own. now you find yourself falling helplessly for your best friend and you need to get yourself out before it’s too late. before you get hurt.

carefully, so as not to wake him, you slip out of bed and get dressed. once you’re out the door, you shoot vinnie a text saying you had an early shift at work. it’s not entirely a lie - you did pick up an extra shift today in hopes of keeping busy and your mind off of him.

the next few days, you do everything you can to avoid vinnie. you let his calls go to voicemail and take hours to reply to his texts. when he asks to hang out, you come up with excuses - you’re tired, have plans, are busy with work. the hurt and confusion in his messages are painfully obvious, but you reason that it’s better this way.

it has to end, and distancing yourself is the only way you’ll be able to get over him. at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself as you try to ignore the ache in your chest that grows more piercing each day without him.

one night, as you’re lounging alone watching a movie, your phone rings. vinnie’s photo flashes on your screen and you debate not answering, but curiosity gets the better of you.

“hello?”

“hey.” his voice is tight. “we need to talk. i’m five minutes away.”

before you could even protest, he hung up. your palms start to sweat as you realize there’s no getting out of this. ten minutes later, there’s a knock at your door.

you pull it open to find vinnie standing there, hands tucked into his jean pockets as he scowls down at the floor. he looks up at you, eyes softening when they meet yours. “can i come in?”

nodding mutely, you step aside to let him enter. he paces into your small living room as you close the door behind him. “so,” he starts, turning to face you. “wanna tell me what's going on?”

“nothing,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. “i’ve just been busy.”

“cut the bullshit,” he snaps, uncharacteristically angry. “ever since that night a few weeks ago you’ve been ghosting me. i thought we were friends.”

that night plays on repeat in your head, almost like a movie you can’t turn off. the feeling of vinnie’s lips on yours, his hands exploring your body, the way he made you feel cherished and cared for. but it was all pretend - nothing more than physical pleasure between best friends.

or at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself it was to him while your foolish heart dreamed of more. now you have to make him understand it can’t be anything at all to you anymore before you get in too deep.

“i think we should stop.. whatever this was,” you say quietly, finally meeting his turbulent gaze.

hurt flashes across his face before he schools his expression into one of indifference. “oh. i see. it was just nothing to you then?”

“no, it’s not like that,” you sigh in frustration. how do you explain this without hurting him more? “i just, i developed feelings okay? and i know you said no strings but-”

“who said i didn’t have feelings too?” he cuts you off, running an agitated hand through his hair.

you blink, taken aback. “what?”

“fuck, (y/n), i care about you!” vinnie shouts, the anger and pain finally bursting to the surface. “these past few months with you have been some of the best in my life. i tried to play it cool but i’m in deep, alright? i love you.”

your mind spins, trying to process what you’re hearing. vinnie likes you? all this time avoiding him was for nothing? you stare at him open-mouthed as he continues.

“so don’t tell me it was just physical for you, because it wasn’t for me,” he says bitterly. “i wanted all of it - the sex, the cuddling, the lazy mornings together. i wanted you.”

a sob wells up in your throat. all the hurt and confusion comes spilling out as you grab onto the fabric of his shirt, balling it tightly in your fists. “i’m so sorry,” you blubber, tears now streaming freely down your face. “i thought—i thought if i distanced myself it wouldn’t hurt as much. but it only made it worse.”

vinnie’s face softens and he grasps your wrists gently, loosening your grip on his shirt. “hey, shh it’s okay,” he soothes. “i’m here now. i got you, baby.”

he pulls you against his chest in a tight embrace as you cry, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “i should have been honest with how i felt from the start. this is all my fault.”

you shake your head into his chest. “no, i pushed you away when i shouldn’t have. i was scared.”

pulling back to meet your watery gaze, vinnie brushes your tears away with the pad of his thumbs. “don’t be scared. i know i said no strings but… fuck, i want all the strings with you, baby. if you’ll have me.”

a watery laugh escapes your lips as a smile breaks through. “of course i’ll have you, you idiot.”

vinnie grins, his smile bright enough to light up the dark room. he leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that expresses everything left unsaid between you until now. you moan into it, grasping at his shirt to keep him close, never wanting to let go again.

when you finally part for air, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes glittering with care and affection. “let me stay with you tonight?”

all you can do is nod euphorically, still overwhelmed by the turn of events. vinnie takes your hand and leads you down the hall to your bedroom, closing the door shut behind you. his touch is gentle but searing as he guides you back onto the soft mattress, covering your body with his own.

there’s an underlying urgency to your actions now, a need to reconnect after being torn apart by doubt and confusion for so long. but vinnie takes his time undressing you slowly, pressing sweet kisses to every new patch of skin revealed with a reverence that makes your heart ache.

you return the gesture in kind, learning his body like a beloved song you know by heart but will never tire of singing. his moans and the scrape of his stubble against sensitive flesh are your favorite melodies.

when he finally sinks into you, it feels like two pieces of a puzzle clicking perfectly into place after drifting so long apart. he hits that spot inside you with practiced precision, drinking in every gasp and cry wrung from your lips in the dark.

you cling to him desperately, etching crescent moons into his back with your fingernails as you fly higher and higher together. when you fall, it’s simultaneously the most exquisite pain and pleasure. he follows you over the edge with a raspy moan, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

you lay entwined after, listening to each other’s rapidly calming breaths in comfortable silence. vinnie presses a kiss to your shoulder, arms tightening around your sated body.

“be mine, y/n?” he mumbles sleepily against your skin. you turn to face him, heart swelling almost to bursting at the vulnerability and care written plainly across his handsome features.

“yes,” you answer, sealing it with a soft kiss.

for the first time, you allow yourself to believe this could be the start of something real - something permanent and loving between you. no more running from what you want; you’re in vinnie’s arms where you belong. tomorrow you’ll start again with open communication and honesty. but for now, basking in the afterglow and security of his embrace is more than enough.

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cosmicanakin · 3 months

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blast from the past.

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. at your friends' charity event, you run into your ex-boyfriend vinnie and his new girl, who takes an instant dislike to you and acts possessively aggressive and jealous.

contains. angst, mention of breakups, unhealthy relationship dynamics, jealousy, possessiveness, threats of violence, cliffhanger ending.

authors note. a cliffhanger! love thoseeee. part two will be up soon. and sorryyyy it's so short i was rushing.

part two.

smoothing your outfit, you take a deep breath as you enter the building hosting tonight's charity gala. your friends had volunteered your help on the planning committee and it was hard to turn down such an important cause. but agreeing also meant risking running into vinnie, your ex-boyfriend of over a year who still held your heart in a soft grip.

scanning the room as names and faces blur together, you finally spot a familiar head of perfectly tousled curls across the way. vinnie looks unfairly handsome, chatting animatedly beside some blonde you didn't recognize. a fluttery feeling bubbles in your stomach despite your best efforts to ignore it.

just then vinnie's gaze sweeps the room, locking with yours from a distance. he offers a small smile in greeting that warms you. until the blonde follows his line of sight, catching your stare with harsh eyes that narrow almost imperceptibly. you blink in surprise at her glare, wondering what problem she could possibly have with you already.

cursing your still all too readable emotions where vinnie was concerned, you turn purposefully toward a table to greet familiar faces. small talk flows easily with old friends, finding comfort in their company over lingering on past hurts.

a while later needing air, you excuse yourself to grab a glass of champagne from the open bar. the crowd has only grown in your brief absence, making navigation tricky. rounding a cluster of people, you accidentally collide with someone already occupying the newly emptied spot beside you.

"oh sorry," comes a clipped tone, recognizing it as belonging to vinnie's new arm candy. up close her features hold a brittle prettiness, expensive fabrics stretching taut over exaggerated curves. she clings possessively to his arm with long red talons, sizing you up through narrowed lids.

"not a problem," you respond politely, signaling the bartender. her grip on vinnie's bicep noticeably tightens at your presence, red nails digging into his skin. he winces almost imperceptibly, shooting her a look.

"i'd be careful if i were you. vinnie's moved on so you should too, rather than hovering around trying to cause problems." her voice drips saccharine venom, clearly relishing the power trips petty drama brings. a harsh ringing sounds your alarm bells, wondering what narrative this girl has spun about your past.

keeping composure, you merely flash a tight smile. "i'm not here for vinnie, just supporting friends. no need to worry, you've got him on quite a short leash it seems."

a huff of indignation leaves her cherry-stained lips, still holding onto vinnie's arm possessively. only then does he speak, resting a placating hand over hers to soothe. "babe calm down, we're all adults here right? no need to cause a scene."

her grip doesn't loosen, venomous gaze never leaving your face as if expecting a further retort. perhaps sensing tension, the bartender slides your drink across with a grimace of solidarity. taking a steadying sip you sigh, deciding retreat was the wisest path here.

turning to go, you catch vinnie's eye meaningfully. "i'll see you around vinnie. the both of you enjoy the rest of your evening." with that you weave back into the crowd, eager to leave the cloying perfume in your wake.

it couldn't have been more than 20 minutes later that you felt an arm wrap, coming face to face with the blonde demon once more. her features now hold pure malice, grip on your arm painfully tight.

"i thought i made myself clear to stay away, you bitch. vinnie is mine now, so do us both a favor and leave him alone before i have to make you." her snarled words send a chill down your spine at the sheer crazed fury behind them. people mill around unaware as you wrestle to free yourself from taloned restraint.

with a fierce shove you manage to rip your arm from her grasp, taking a step back warily. "i don't want anything to do with vinnie, you crazy bitch. i was being polite earlier for his sake but clearly, that was a mistake."

before she can lunge further a familiar voice interrupts the brewing catfight. "babe what's going on?" vinnie levels you with a glare that pierces your heart. "i saw you putting your hands on my girl. what the hell y/n?"

you gape in disbelief, gaze flickering between the unhinged witch smirking in triumph beside him and his stony features. "are you fucking kidding me right now vinnie? she fucking attacked me, threatening me over nothing! your bitch is psycho, i was just defending myself!"

he regards you with disbelief, curling a protective arm around her waist. "i highly doubt that. you were always jealous and grasping, couldn't accept me moving on."

hot angry tears prick your eyes at the cruel betrayal, hurt swarming your chest as he blindly sides with this stranger over you after so long together. gathering the tatters of your dignity, you nod tightly before stalking away without another word. glancing back as you enter the lobby, vinnie's new girl hungrily devours his mouth in a lingering kiss that twists the final knife. how pathetic.

storming out into the cool night, you dial your friend noah's number with shaking fingers praying he's awake. within minutes headlights pull up and you collapse sobbing into the passenger seat, spilling the whole sordid tale between heaving breaths. he comforts you as best he can, driving you home in respectful silence once the tears run dry.

collapsing onto the bed still dressed to the nines, you let lingering hurt and frustration wash over in waves until merciful sleep claims your aching mind. all you can do is keep moving forward and try to let go, though scars of the heart heal slowest of all.

that was the last thing you wanted to look back on, after working so hard on moving forward from vinnie in the year since your break up. but fate works in cruel ways sometimes, bringing people from your history back to reopen barely scabbed wounds. all you can do now is try to pick up the pieces again and keep placing one foot in front of the other, hoping in time even bitter memories will fade.

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cosmicanakin · 3 months

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blast from the past | part two.

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. shopping for groceries late at night, coincidentally vinnie and his possessive bimbo girlfriend are there too.

contains. angst, violence, toxic relationships, strong language, unhealthy coping mechanisms, trust issues.

authors note. i love reader in this one she's such a badass. not proofread !!!

part one.

a week had passed since that disastrous night at the charity gala. you've been trying your best to keep busy and occupy your mind elsewhere, anything to avoid dwelling on memories better left buried. inevitably though, thoughts would drift back no matter how hard you tried shoving them down. the sting of betrayal lingered sharpest from vinnie, someone you never thought capable of such blind trust in strangers over you.

tonight found you wandering the aisles of the local supermarket down the street, needing essentials to fill your empty fridge now that work consumed all hours. late evening meant fewer crowds ideally, wanting solitude to wallow in the peaceful sounds of the freezer humming. headphones drowned out the world as you aimlessly surveyed options, pausing by the mozzarella to snap a pic for inspiration.

checking your phone brought a notification, some silly video your friend had sent to lift your gloomy mood lately. laughter died abruptly in your throat at what appeared next in your peripheral vision, however. vinnie stood not 10 feet away, equally frozen as startled eyes met yours across the dairy aisle. he looked as taken aback by the chance encounter as you, and hovering behind a cart steered by none other than the wicked blonde witch herself.

blood turned to ice in your veins at the smirk unfurling across her glossed lips, recognizing you with unabashed glee. meeting vinnie's gaze again you quickly turn on your heel, determined to escape before venomous words can fly.

"y/n wait!" his voice sounded behind you as feet shuffled in pursuit. refusing to give him or the bitch further satisfaction, you picked up your pace eyes fixed ahead unwaveringly. a hand grasped your shoulder to spin you around, meeting empty air as you sidestepped nimbly out of reach.

"what do you think you're doing chasing after her, vinnie? don't you remember what she did to me at the gala? that slut isn't worth your time."

you froze in your tracks at her sardonic tone carrying easily the short distance, blood slowly beginning to boil at the audacity. slowly turning around, you saw the blonde grab vinnie harshly by the wrist to drag him back, he struggled against her iron grip to no avail, equally taken aback by her words. neither noticed your approach until you stood only inches away, leveling a withering glare her way.

"i may be a fucking slut, but at least i'm not a crazy possessive cunt. and you should work on how to keep that mouth shut before you end up in a body bag, bitch." without awaiting a reply you shoved vinnie aside with enough force to send him stumbling into the shelves.

the blonde lunged at you with claws outstretched and you swiftly deflected, delivering a swift right hook to her pert nose that crunched satisfyingly. she howled clutching her face as blood poured between slender fingers, knees buckling to the slick floor tiles. not wasting the opening, you straddled her torso raining down blows with practiced form and efficiency, releasing weeks of pent-up rage and hurt.

distantly you registered vinnie's shouts to stop somewhere in your red haze of adrenaline and endorphins. it wasn't until strong arms circled your midsection forcibly yanking you off the whimpering mass of fake tits and extensions that your assault relented. still panting heavily as the world swam back into focus, you glanced down at the mess of smeared blood and makeup staining your knuckles with a rush of satisfaction.

shaking off vinnie's hold roughly, you scanned the aisle as people watched the spectacle unfolding. forgetting your discarded basket you marched past without a backward glance, leaving the store and its chaos behind in your wake as whispers steadily grew louder in the distance.

arriving home still a wired mess, you attempted to steady your whirring thoughts long into the night. raw feelings still simmered just below boiling point, exacerbated further by unwelcome memories refusing to leave you be. how could vinnie so quickly side against you even after everything, believing her manipulative lies over your history together?

it was well after midnight when your phone buzzed on the bathroom counter as you cleaned up your knuckles so they don't get infected, the screen illuminating vinnie's contact photo. against better judgment your thumb slid automatically to accept the call, holding the device weakly to your ear.

"y/n, i know you're angry but please we need to talk. meet me at the overlook from our first date..." without waiting for a reply he hung up, leaving you little choice but to drag your exhausted body back into restless motion once more.

the overlook held a dear place in your heart, somewhere vinnie had first taken you during happier times together. perched atop the hill it afforded gorgeous sweeping views of la's twinkling skyline as stars shone brightly above, serenading lost souls who found solace beneath its glow. you couldn't deny the poetic justice or closure meeting there again may provide, no matter the fresh pain it stirred.

parking alongside vinnie's car just as the time on your dashboard struck 12:30, you stepped out into the chill night air slowly making your way toward the rusted bench. he sat waiting silhouetted against the cityscape, head rising as footsteps crunched gravel announcing your arrival. you gazed out over the glittering city wordlessly, keeping distance and walls firmly in place.

"y/n...i know apologizing can't make up for the shit i pulled or how badly i hurt you. stephanie, she's...trouble, to say the least. but none of that should have given me excuse to turn on you like that when you've never given me reason not to trust you with my life." his tone held unmistakable remorse, struggling to find the right words under your stony silence.

"my actions were inexcusable and you didn't deserve the shit she caused. i was a coward for not standing up to her manipulations sooner. you have every right to still be angry with me and i won't blame you if you never forgive what happened..."

honestly you didn't know how to feel or process the jumble of warring emotions wreaking havoc inside. some small, neglected part craved wiping the slate clean and jumping right back into the familiar comfort of his arms. but trust once broken could take lifetimes to genuinely mend if ever, and your dignity wouldn't allow walking right back into the line of friendly fire so easily.

"i appreciate you owning up to being a fuck up vinnie, don't get me wrong. but actions speak louder than any amount of sorry's. you looked me dead in the eyes and CHOSE to believe her crazy accusations over a person who loved you unconditionally for years. that kind of betrayal cuts deeper than you seem to comprehend..." you sighed wearily dragging fingers through tangled locks.

"all i ever wanted was for you to have my back without reservation like i did for you. what's to stop the same thing from happening again down the road if some other new face comes along manipulating the situation, vinnie?"

he hung his head in shame, lips set in a grim line comprehending the enormity of damage wrought maybe for the first time. a painful beat of silence stretched between you like a great chasm, each wrestling their own tumultuous internal demons in solitude.

"you're right, y/n. as much as i want to make things right between us again someday, the trust and security you need from me after all this is more than i can give or deserve from you right now. all i can do is promise to do better learn from my mistakes, and be a man worthy of your forgiveness someday if you'll grant me the chance to slowly earn it back."

turning to face him fully you offered a small, sad smile cradling his downcast features tenderly between your palms. leaning up you pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek, letting the multitude of emotions pouring from your touch convey what words couldn't.

"take care of yourself vinnie. maybe with time and distance to heal...we'll find our way to each other again. but for now i think space is what's healthiest, no matter how badly my stupid heart wants the comfort of nostalgia."

turning you walked away slowly back to your car without looking back, leaving vinnie and shattered remnants of your past silhouetted against the city that raised you both. it would take dedicated work on his part to regain even an ounce of your trust moving forward, if ever possible again. but closure and clarity wherever it may lead was the first step toward accepting messy realities and finding inner peace.

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