#Anakin sucks at flirting

[thestarlithideout]

Happy Endings

Requested: No Requests are: Open!

Summary: Anakin is a Jedi, which means no relationships, no loving romantically, nothing. Well, he’s never been one for rules. And Obi Wan has a knack for ignoring things like that, even when they’re staring him in the face. . . In the same bed, completely naked.

Warnings: Smut galore — oral (f!receiving); praise kink; slight breeding kink; teasing; piv sex; unprotected sex, Language, mentions of wanting a family, marriage proposal

A/n: Rewriting an old fic from my previous blog @/eternallypassionate. Hope you enjoy!🫶

Waiting impatiently in your room is the worst part. No, the worst part was trying to act like you didn’t care when someone else flirted with him. When he inevitably turned them down when it became evident they were flirting, all you wanted to do was go over there and kiss his stupid, handsome face. But you can’t.

Or maybe the worst part is when he’s being an idiot on a mission or assignment or whatever the hell he calls it, and he comes back in almost one piece. When you can’t run up to him and scold him for being reckless, or you can’t get worried about him in front of other people.

A knock at your door brings you out of your head, and your heart immediately starts racing. You suppress a smile and carefully open your door, and Anakin comes rushing in, arms around your waist and face pressed into your neck. A giddy giggle rises in your throat as you push the door shut, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smiles, scooping you up bridal style and tossing you on the bed with a sneaky grin before climbing on top of you. His face is level with yours.

“I missed you today,” he says. “Someday, we’re going to run away together, and we’re going to live happily ever after.” He nudges your nose with his. Warmth floods your body, and you smile almost embarrassedly.

“Why not now?” You pout, thumb catching on his lips, trailing down his neck before settling on his hard stomach.

“We can leave now, but it might be a little hard to provide for you. I’m kind of recognizable, It’d be hard to get a job without being turned in,” he grins, capturing your lips in his. You smile into the kiss, sighing slightly.

His fingers travel down your body, grazing the bottom of your shirt, then moving back up to your jaw. He slips his tongue into your mouth, he tastes of lemon and sugar. You try to pull him closer, needing him in the core of your being.

“Please,” you whisper between kisses. You’re practically throbbing, trying to gain some form of friction.

He smirks, “So needy, what is it Y/n? Tell me what you want?” His fingers trace down your body, hovering over your shorts.

“I need you, please Anakin,” you frown, chasing his fingers with your hips.

He smirks, and suddenly moves down, face level with your core. He leaves small kisses on the insides of your thighs, it tickles and burns at the same time, you need him so bad. Then he hooks his fingers in your waistband and pulls off your pajama shorts and panties at the same time, baring your shining core to him.

“So nice and wet,” he runs a finger down your slit and you feel like exploding. Your hips jolt up in need. “All for me, my pretty little secret.”

You hum in agreement, “Yes, it’s all for you, please Anakin.” You practically whine, so he satiates you with his tongue. He licks a flat stripe up your middle, catching on your clit. You choke out a moan, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turn white.

“All nice and ready to take me,” he smile, sucking your clit, leaving you in shambles as he leans back on his feet to remove his clothes.

You practically drip out onto the sheets at the sight of his ridiculously muscular frame, kneeling between your legs. You admire him in intense need and want, core aching. He smiles and unbuttons his pants slowly, watching you try not to writhe and whine in need.

Then he finally tosses them - and his boxers - to the side, and you stare at him wide-eyed. He’s very large, and you marvel at this fact every time. It’s a wonder he fits inside you. He chuckles, stroking his length before leaning over and pulling your, or rather his, hoodie off of you.

You fall back as he tosses the hoodie somewhere in the room, reaching up and bringing his face down to yours by the back of his neck, and he kisses you open mouthed. You love the longer hair, it suits him so well and just makes pulling it that much sexier. Even sexier is that he enjoys it, it drives him crazy.

You smirk into his mouth as you give it a tug, grinding your core against his large length in need. He groans into your mouth, and smiles needing at you.

“Really need my cock that bad?” He smirks when you pout.

“Words, honey.” He takes the hand from his hair and your other hand from his chest, holding them above your head in one of his hands, then reaches down to play with your clit.

“Fuck! Yes, Anakin, I need you to fuck me sobadplease!” You burst out, rutting your hips upward. He smiles and kisses you softly on the lips. Then he reaches down and guides his member to your core, and slams into you harshly.

You cry out in shock and pleasure, head spinning from the change in speed as he begins to thrust into you with no remorse.

He leaves wet kisses down your neck, eternally aggravated he can’t leave marks, but he likes to play risqué. You moan as his cock hits every inch of your insides over and over.

He begins to moan softly into your ear, and jolts when you squeeze around him, releasing your hands.

“I love when you make noises,” you say breathily, “It’s so fucking hot.” Anakin ruts into you especially hard, letting out a grunt as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Such a sweet little thing, aren’t you?” He teases, “Fuck I’m close, Y/n.” He moans into your ear, dropping his head onto your shoulder. He reaches down to rub your clit and a flash of blinding white pleasure shoots down your body. His cock and his fingers combined have you completely wrecked.

“Keep going oh please keep going,” you whine, so he does. And he speeds up his fingers and slows down his hips, but fucks deeper and harder than before.

The noises filling the room are obscene and if you had more presence of mind you might be quieter. But the constant shaking of the bed and slapping of skin and little grunts leaving each of you as he fucks into you make for the most amazing sex ever.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you cry out as the coiling band of pleasure begins to whither away and then snap. “Anakin!” You bite your lip and try to quiet down your moans, not that it helps any.

You come undone around him, and he quickly follows after you. His thrusts become sloppy and quick as you tighten around him, still groaning his name softly.

“Inside me, Anakin, inside.” You tell him and he breaks. He fucks into you with no remorse, like a man gone wild. He presses down on your belly, feeling himself deep inside you. Your vision goes blurry with pleasure, a mini peak hitting like an earthquake at the same time he stills and groans your name into your ear, coating your insides with his cum.

Then he stills, breathing heavily and pressing his forehead against yours. “Fuck, Y/n.” Is all he says, completely fucked out.

You close your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Cuddle me?” You ask sleepily.

“Don’t I always, Y/n?” He smiles, kissing you on your cheek. “I’ll be right back my love.” You wince as he pulls out, feeling his cum drip out of you, and feeling exceptionally empty at the same time.

He returns with a warm rag and a change of sheets.

“Made a mess, my girl.” He smiles when he sees you pouting.

“Can’t we just, like, move over and worry about it in the morning.” You sigh. Your eyes are droopy and you don’t think you can stay awake for much longer at all. “I just want to go to bed.” You frown, reaching for him.

He smiles, shaking his head in amusement. “I know honey, we will after we change the sheets.” You sigh in defeat, but he scoops you up and cradles you in his arms. You hardly even notice the sheets removing themselves and being replaced without being touched.

“Anakin I’m pretty sure that’s improper use of the force.” You say simply, holding onto his neck. You can feel his hand moving by your back, piling everything together without needing to touch it or even put you down.

“I would do anything for you Y/n, always.” He lays you back on the bed, cleaning your thighs with the warm rag. Your hips jolt when he runs it over your slit. He pauses, contemplating. Then he seems to decide against whatever it was. But you see his hand twitching slightly, and suddenly you feel no more cum dripping out of you, instead pushing back into you. He smiles cheekily at you and kisses your belly softly.

You roll your eyes playfully and reach out for him. He pulls his boxers back on and grabs clean panties and one of his shirts for you to put on, and only lays down after dressing you.

“Happy now?” You smirk, teasing him as you lay on his chest, staring at the door which you so desperately wished to decorate in dumb pictures of his stupid face. He’s always closer to the door, you find it adorable. Even though it’s your room, and if anyone were to enter they would see him and you’d be as good as dead, he still wants to protect you in every aspect.

“Always happy with you pretty girl.” He smiles down at you, and begins to stroke your hair. “Now sleep love, I know you’re tired.” You smile up at him, and you press a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you, pretty girl, goodnight.”

“I love you too Anakin, sweet dreams.”

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You wake slowly to the sound of quiet arguing. You lay there, unmoving. You feel Anakin’s bicep tense under you as he whisper-shouts at whoever it is. You are lying down, facing away from him and the door, he had been spooning you before the door opened.

“Anakin you can get sent to prison! You can get Y/n killed, make her a target!” Obi Wan. You frown, trying to keep from saying anything. How dare he speak to Anakin like that.

“You think I don’t know that? You think I wouldn’t kill to protect her? I would murder everyone on this damned planet to keep her safe! No harm will come to Y/n, Obi Wan.” Anakin is pissed but you feel a surge of love toward the boy, he’d do anything to protect you. “We won’t be here for much longer anyways, we’re going to run away. I’m going to marry her Obi Wan. We’re going to have a family and get married and live on some planet with water, it’s what she wants.” He rants, not caring about volume any longer. You assume he knows you’re awake.

“Hello Y/n.” Obi Wan says. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Anakin follows, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Please don’t turn us in, Obi Wan, please.” You beg. He’d always been more of a father to you than anyone else, surely he wouldn’t. “I love him, and he loves me and I know we sound like dumb kids, but we’re old enough to know what we want and know that this is real.”

“Y/n you just turned 18, Anakin is barely 20, how do you know this is what you want?” He frowns, shaking his head.

“I love him and I’m never going to stop loving him. We’re leaving regardless. It’s up to you whether you want a relationship with our family in the future.” You say sternly.

Obi Wan sighs, pursing his lips. “I seen nothing,” he raises his hands in surrender, shaking his head as if he’s disappointed in you.

“Thank you, truly thank you. I- well, I’ll hug you later.” You stutter and blush in embarrassment.

He lets out a disgusted, “Blegch!” and leaves.

You look at Anakin in shock.

He blinks and reaches over to the bedside table drawer, and pulls out a box. “Marry me, Y/n.” He says, looking at you with pupil-blown, wide brown eyes filled with such love and admiration.

Your mouth falls open in surprise, and you shake your head yes almost violently. “I- okay, okay, yeah.” You stick out your left hand, trying to keep tears from welling up. You can’t even see the ring as he puts it on, only wrapping your arms around his neck in pure, unfiltered joy.

He laughs almost giddily at your reaction.

You’re both gone two weeks later, a note left beneath Obi-Wan’s door with directions to your new home with Anakin, things missing, and smiles wide enough to get you through anything.

And when Obi-Wan reads that little handwritten note, he memorizes it, and burns it. He knows he’s going to visit often.

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[mysticallystilinski]

Anakin but with the shower scene from life is a house?😈😈

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲

(𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - anakin just wanted a nice, hot shower to himself, but then you decided to make your way in. how would he relieve himself then?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 0.9k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 - modern!au, whiny anakin, (life as a house) but more explicit, oral male!receiving, whimpering (shh tons of it).

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anakin’s shower was running hot, and very steamy. it had been a long day of training physically and he needed to relieve some stress. the water pounded down onto his back, and dropped down ever so slightly. he groaned as the water turned hotter, and began to make him quiver.

he had been showering at your house for a couple of days, as his shower was based outside at his dads house. per usual, it was friday, which meant your hair washing day. you knocked on the bathroom door in urgency as you wanted to get in the shower as quick as possible. “anakin.. ANAKIN, are you in there”, quickly followed with no response by him.

music was slightly playing, but the undertones sounded almost like a whimper. you contorted your head in confusion as the groans got louder. you decided to unlock the door using the key aboveboard, and try to get him out yourself. barging through the door, you saw anakin in the shower, completely nude.

“anakin, are you almost done”, you spoke while walking towards the curtain. he jumped at the sound of your voice, and immediately tried to cover himself. “don’t worry, you can really see through all this steam”, you giggled. your fingers interlocked with the curtain, and slowly pulled it back making his eyes lock with yours.

“you know, do you just barge in all the time”, he finally responded. giggling, you slowly walked up the the mirror and caught him checking you out in the reflection. “i mean sometimes, especially if i like the view”. anakin’s demeanor changed completely at the sound of your flirting. you slowly pulled down your pants, with your underwear entangled into them.

staring into the reflection, you stripped yourself of your t-shirt and bra. making your way over to the curtain, you caught anakin trying to look away from you. “i need to wash my hair”, you said. he just nodded in reply, and turned the other way. you stepped into the direct path of water, and felt a chill go down your spine.

“do you always leave the water this cold ani?”, you asked questionably. “are you joking? it’s almost boiling point”, he replied. despite his argues, you turned the heat to an even hotter point. “oops..”, you laughed. he gazed in the direction of the mirror before completely shutting the curtain. “are you sure you like boys?”, you asked while turning to face him.

his face contorted into a confused look. “i don’t”. at this time, you were now confused. “like obviously i don’t”, he said while pointing down to his obvious boner. he slightly bit his lip as your eyes made their way down to his bulge. quickly, your eyes met his again as you turned around for the water to hit your chest.

at once, you felt his hands grip your waist, and pull your body against his. “an- ani, what are you doing?”. he didn’t reply, but placed sloppy kisses down your neck. you gasped as he went lower, and eventually hit your sensitive collarbone. you took a step forward, and reversed your body so it would face him.

“if you wanted me to suck you off, you could’ve just said that”, you commented at his actions. his eyes widened slightly, but then he turned his head in a devilish glance. “you’d want to?”. you nodded in reply at his words. as soon as you have consent, he placed his lips onto yours.

lips, the most magnificent thing in the world, especially ani’s. his kiss tasted sweet with a hint of mint. you delved deeper into the kiss as he grabbed your ass. the kiss was soft, and passionate. god, you wanted him so badly. quickly, you pushed him away. enough foreplay was in line for you to get down on your knees, and make him finish.

the tiles were cold, which made you slightly uncomfortable. before you could even start, anakin locked his hands into your hair and pushed your head to his load. starting off, you slightly jerked him off, messing with the pre-cum on his tip. looking up through your eyes, anakin groaned at the position you were in. “please baby, do something”, he whimpered.

with your head so close, ani was almost tempted to shove himself down your throat. but before he could do that, you slowly sucked on the sides of his cock. your tongue trailed up and down his veins, twirling around every corner. in the midst of you sucking, you shoved some of his bulge into your mouth. obviously, you couldn’t fit it all, but you were determined to try.

anakin began to slide in and out of your mouth, almost throat fucking you. he whimpered as your mouth began to move a little faster and he became more sensitive. “you got this baby”, he moaned out. that gave you the confidence to put a little more effort into the moment. denying that he was big would be a huge lie, because lord knows he was nowhere near small.

his cock began to twitch, and you felt him start to slow down on his thrusts. you became faster, and more persistent as his whimpers became louder and more potent. anakin pulled onto your hair, and released himself into your mouth. you pulled back while looking upon him, and slowly swallowed his load. “good girl, you look so pretty”, he smirked.

you slowly stood back up onto your feet. kissing anakin on the cheek, he grabbed your ass once again. “not this time anakin, save fucking me for another time”, you announced. grabbing your towel, you headed out of the shower before writing on the steamed windows. a heart, and a kiss mark.

𝐥𝐚𝐯 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 i only watched a good hour of life as a house today, so this obviously isn’t quoted! i hope this is a little bit how you expected:)

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[angelltheninth]

Flirt prompt: you can't do that and expect me not to kiss you! with Anakin?

Flirty Anakin is his natural state of being.

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Tags: fluff, making out, flirting, teasing, slightly suggestive, hiding, Reader getting pinned against a wall

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: Ahsoka S1 gave us the angst, I will give you the fluff.

5. "You can't do that and expect me not to kiss you!"

He'd been giving you bedroom eyes ever since you came back from the latest flight lesson together. You'd spent most of it teasing him, accidentally grinding back against him in the pilot seat and faking ignorance. Anakin was no doubt a great pilot, one of the best in fact, but every man had his limits and he reached his long before the two of you landed.

"You can't do that and expect me not to kiss you." He declared to you as he pinned you against the wall in a less walked through part of the base. Anakin slipped pressed his body against yours, preventing you from moving. "That was dangerous."

"The ace pilot can't handle a little distraction? I thought you Jedi were taught to resist temptation." You wrapped your arms around his back, pulling him close, your lips barely apart. Anakin sucked in a deep breath much like he did before. Yes he was a Jedi but he was also in love with you, and that made things very complicated when you were alone.

Given that you could both get into trouble for this you needed to keep a low profile when you could. Although the amount of rustled clothes, hair and swollen lips that resulted from your so called training sessions should have given you away long ago. None of the Clones seemed to say anything to either of you and more importantly to other Jedi so your secret was safe for now.

Unable to contain himself anymore he captured your lips with his, sighing deeply when you kissed him back. The close proximity made you moan when ever he would shift his body. It lead to to kissing him more to keep the sounds down, yet had the opposite effect.

Anakin's tongue parted your lips and slipped inside, seeking your warm, wet tongue against his. The moment you pushed back he smirked and bit you, "Jerk!"

"I never said it would be a gentle kiss." Excuses, excuses, you needed action instead.

When your lips met again you opened your mouth at once and turned your head slightly to the side to deepen it. Your tongues twisted around each other, trading saliva and moans and warm breaths. Neither of you pulled away until your lungs burned for air, even then it was hard to split up so you let your kiss swollen lips brush against each other.

"Was that enough for me to pass the test, General Skywalker?" You played with the ends of his hair, watching him pretend to think it over.

"I could let you pass but then you'd get your own unit and we wouldn't be able to do this anymore." Hard to believe a cool Jedi master like him could make a face as cute as that, his brows a tiny bit frowned and his lips tightly pressed together in annoyance.

"Then we better enjoy this while we can." You pulled him into a kiss slightly more demanding than the last. This might be the last few days you'll spend together for a while, better make every second count.

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[roseboysstuff]

Hello!! Could I request for some more dark Anakin x ftm reader if it's alright with you?

I've been imagining like Anakin going feral/being beyond jealous because someone was constantly hitting on reader infront of him and it got to the point where he snapped(?) and dragged reader away to a secluded place, pinned em against the wall (or a table or a bed, idk anywhere) and just went all out...

Like full on jealous n possessive sex w Anakin marking the reader's neck and also potential breeding (Anakin just dumping his cum in reader's cunt for several rounds)

hehe I love some jealous and possessive sex

Anakin was angry. He stood just behind you, glaring at the man who was flirting with you. The man could tell he was angry, and just kept giving him smirks. You had no idea any of this was going on, you just assumed the man was being friendly. Eventually it got too much, and Anakin grabbed your hand, dragging you away from the crowded place, without even letting you say goodbye to the man, or even end the conversation with him. He just kept dragging you, into a secluded corridor, where no one would interrupt you. He didn't even give you chance to speak before you were pushed up against the wall, with his lips on your neck. "You're fucking mine, got that?" You just nodded, feeling your pussy get wet. You loved when he got like this, all possessive and forceful. When he was determined to make sure you and everyone else knew who you belonged to. He spent a few minutes marking your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin, making sure that there would be plenty of hickies and bite marks to show anyone who got close to you that you were taken. It was something he did most times he made love to you, but his jealous neck bites were even harsher. He dug his teeth into the skin with force, growling as he did. He knew you loved his growls, he knew exactly what made you wet. After making sure you were completely marked, he grabbed your butt and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pulled both of your pants down a little, and pushed into you, kissing you deeply as he did. He wanted you to only think of him, so he explored your mouth with his tongue, while he filled up your pussy, making sure all your senses were occupied by him. And as he thrusted, pushing you into the wall with each one, growling and grunting, he kept biting and kissing your neck, not letting the skin have a break before his lips were back on it. "You're my boy, my fucking baby boy. Good boy, take it for me, only I can fuck this boypussy." You could only nod along, as you both got closer to cumming, and as you felt him fill you up, you climaxed as well, scratching his back from the pleasure. You expected him to put you down, but his cock was still hard inside you and he kept thrusting, knocking the air out of your lungs. "Not done yet, gotta get you so full of my cum, till it fills you completely."

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[anakinsgirlfriendreal]

Parts Of The Truth

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Chapter One

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of sex, my rusty, bad writing.

Pair: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Everyone swears they'd never be involved with a married man,at least you swore, you swore; "I'd never be a mistress,I could never do that to someone else" of course this was before you met him. Tall, charming, intelligent, not to mention smooth, all words that can be used to describe, Anakin Skywalker. It started a year after you began working at Skywalker Industries, at first you were just his assistant, getting coffee, arranging meetings, occasionally lying to his wife that he was in a meeting when in reality he just wasn't in the mood to see her.

Eventually, he'd started flirting, which you tried to resist, he hadn't made it easy. "You're beautiful" he'd say.

"You're married"

"gah, and if I weren't"

And so it went on, for months you were strong, until you weren't.

It was supposed to be dinner, celebratory. He had just closed a deal and he said it would break his heart and shatter his soul if his favourite employee didn't come out with him. For the sole purpose of entertainment, you accepted. Dinner turned into drinks, drinks turned into laughter and brazen confessions and then he offered to walk you home.

"Dangerous neighborhood, I'm just trying to look out for you" he said, flashing that million dollar smile, you'd never say no to.

Like the true gentleman he was, he walked you to your apartment. "You know, you really didn't have to"

"No, I wanted to. It's late, no way I'd let you walk alone, not in the Bronx" he says. You laugh.

"Whatever." You look up at him, realizing how close he is, his breath on your face, your heart speeding up in your chest, your breath becoming heavier as the space between you got smaller.

"You're so beautiful" he pushes a stray hair behind your ear. You open our mouth to speak, your voice is a hushed whisper.

"You're married"

"I don't care" he kisses you, you kiss him back. Hastily you open the door, both stumbling into your apartment.

"We shouldn't do this" your voice is a heated whisper, as you undo the buckle of his belt, he presses against you, your black dress pushed up your thighs, legs opened as you perched on entrance table inside of your apartment. His mouth on your neck, sucking and biting, just how you like it, "you're married"

"she'll be fine" he voices, his big hands tracing along your thighs, up your hips, under your dress, you cry out for him, our actions contradicting your words, until you just give in "please I need you" that was all you had to say.

That was how you ended up here, watching him tuck your two year old daughter into bed as she begged for him to stay over.

Please please be nice, as I said, I haven't written in years and this was my first in so long, it'll get better I swear lmaooo

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[hanasnx]

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MINORS DNI 18+

WARNINGS: anakin being persistent, sexual content such as tame exhibitionism and sexual touching, fem anatomy, choking.

You had only meant to visit ANAKIN SKYWALKER's quarters for a short while but somehow the bastard had coaxed you into staying longer. He’d discarded a shirt before you got here, and your hands gratefully roamed the expanse of his chest and rigid muscle, clawing his biceps when he bit your favorite spot on your neck.

“I can’t stay, you know,” you breathed, cocking your head in order for him to have more access to you, flattening his tongue over his teeth marks. He hummed in response, unimpressed with your lame excuses, because here you remained. “Ani—“ you had begun but your own gasp interrupted you as he sucked on your pulse point. Your protests wavered, his large hand cupping your entire breast to knead.

“You can,” he told you, as if he didn’t believe you had to go, that this would magically solve things.

He hovered over you, and you couldn’t resist wandering your hands up his shoulders, his back. Feel up his shoulder blades, dig your fingers into the plush of flesh at the base near his hips. “You miss me?” he teased.

“Of course I do,”

“What if we’re quick?”

“Anakin,” you replied warningly, and he pulled back, meeting your scolding raised eyebrow. Finally, he yielded, obeying your gentle hands, guiding him to crawl off of you and plant his bare feet on the ground.

“Alright, alright, angel. As you wish. But you know where to find me when you change your mind,”

As he spoke, you gathered your things, heading to the door. Your walked backwards to give him a soft smile, “I might have time to pay you a visit tonight.” you flirted, and he advanced on you, strolling with you facing each other, inches apart. You grinned, dreamily, watching him moisten his lips, giving you a once-over. Unavoidable to get flustered when he looked at you like he could eat you alive, a blush rose to your cheeks.

Closing in on the door, you heard a beep that knocked you both of your stupors, whirling your head around to see behind you. Before you could turn, Anakin sprung into action, hand on your chest to pin you against the wall. His door slid open, and he leaned against the frame of it, cutting off any intruders from coming inside to see you where you didn’t belong.

“Master!” Anakin exclaimed in pleasant surprise. “Come for a rematch?”

Obi Wan eyed his informal attire. His loose fitted black pants and nothing else. “Anakin.” he greeted, “Entertaining company?”

Anakin merely smiled, attempting to throw his master off his trail. “Of course not.”

While they conversed, Anakin’s hand ventured from your chest. Curiously, you followed it with your gaze, your stomach twitching when his finger tips grazed a a ticklish area. Bound southward, the pads of his middle and ring finger dipped in and circled your already-swollen clit. To halt his naughty adventure, you grabbed hold of his wrist to tug him off.

He didn’t like that.

That very hand removed itself as you’d insisted, but replaced itself around the column of your neck. It ignited a fire inside of you, shooting straight down to your core as Anakin’s conversation was nothing short of nonchalant as his large fingers squeezed onto you. Shortness of breath wasn’t a problem, you wished he’d kept trying to finger you instead to dull that ache that he just enflamed.

“We’ve got a new assignment. You’ll need to meet me in the briefing room as soon as possible.” Obi Wan cut you out of your dirtying thoughts.

As if sensing your heightened nerves, Anakin’s thumb soothingly traced the line of your jaw. His calloused skin rubbing against yours and the intimacy of the gesture, caused tingles.

“I have to finish something up here, then I’ll be on my way.” your lover replied, carelessly. It thrilled you to no end, pressing your thighs together at the idea of being the “something he has to finish”. You dared a glance at him, an easy smile on his face, but a dark glint in his eyes.

The door slid shut.

“Something quick.” you exhaled, pulling him closer by the waistband of his pants, unable to contain yourself any longer.

Lost in your eyes he confirmed, “Something quick.”

#:tiktok #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!! #anon #anakin skywalker prompt #indy: drabbles #ch: anakin #anakin drabble #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin smut #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader smut #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x y/n #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin fic #anakin skywalker fic #anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin imagine #reader insert

[soullessjack]

it genuinely kills me very slowly to think that some people can only ever think of jack as the destiel kid and not like an actual person with a myriad of maladjustments or silly funny personality quirks. like he has a whole special red and white fleece lined Christmas jacket and is canonically acknowledged as looking like a stupid hot white boy without any thoughts behind his eyes. He killed a whole fucking archangel and then decided that he really wanted to try making some friends like a week later. they wanna be normal and nice so bad and pretend to be some normal small town boy next door all the time but they were literally so angry once that it took three gunshots fired in the back to make him calm and reasonable.

he stress eats and stays in their room for weeks on end when they’re depressed or upset. they line their shoes up and fold their shirts and wear bright yellow vans and red hi-tops. he’s narratively paralleled to Anakin but his favorite character is Ahsoka. he pretended to be a coke addict and pretended to be a pretty new boy next door again to flirt with a hopelessly romantic girl. women want him and he’s absolutely clueless about it. women and men and probably fish fear him too. he dresses like a combination between an elderly man and a 70’s sitcom hippie. he was literally called Bieber and Suite Life. they like stripe patterns and Hawaiian pizza and movies and computers.

they’re literally an autistic person who just explodes shit when they get overstimulated. They watch riverdale and constantly sweep their hair back in a specific stylistic choice bc he likes looking like that. he fucking decapitated a whole Gorgon and then stole the guy’s snake as a trophy. he says shut up when he’s mad and calls things stupid and says they suck. he’s a teenage girl. he’s. A Teenage boy. He’s non-binary. He sat on the throne of god in grass stained jeans and clunky grandpa sneakers and left it all behind without even blinking as soon as his shitty bunker home called out to him. He sticks his tongue out when he’s focused on something and his left eye pulls up into a squint when he smiles reallt wide and his smile is crooked and he has sleepy eyelids . They decided to defy death herself just to rescue someone he mildly remembered caring about once and then blackmailed a reaper into helping with said rescue plan.

He got turned into the tiniest ugliest dog ever and got a thermometer shoved up his ass in the same episode where he’s narratively symbolized by the ouroboros symbol and makes the deliberate choice of destroying his soul just to selfishly keep his family bc he legitimately cannot handle thinking about losing them without going insane. his nicknames are sweetheart and darling boy and pal and buddy and Jackie Boy and slugger and he apologized to a girl for upsetting her like two episodes after ripping a man’s heart out and eating it raw. He literally actively wants to be a silly little guy that everyone likes but he’s so insane and unwell at the same time. he’s the best character ever and I need the entire world to understand this and to see him as more than just the destiel baby or I will also explode. .

#okay gn I have a teeth cleaning thing tomorrow #that’s enough word salad from me I’m just being autistic and gushing about how much I love jack #spn #jack kline #supernatural #he smiled while he killed Michael too….dont even get me started on what he did with Nick …. god he’s so #he’s so ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ #literally the character of all fucking time I will not be arguing about this I love him so much #jackposting #spn fandom #I’m . Augh . #having emotions sorry gang #liek yes yes we get it he looks like them both can you say something else please #he’s like . a fully functioning person with thoughts and development btw. if you even care #he’s so cool and awesome and silly #category 7 autism event #jack spn #destiel #but only briefly

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

Collection of my TCW art. I mostly draw Commander Fox and Coruscant Guard, 501st boys, and through those lovely asks you sent me, other characters too. :)))) 

JUNE 2023

「501 shenanigans」 [ART]

16/06/2023 | Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives, Clone Trooper Hardcase, ARC Trooper Echo, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma, OC: Deadshot | Sketchbook | Draw the Squad | Fives is nude but nothing important is visible | They are dorks your honour

「POV: Fives approaches you in 79's」 [ART] 

19/06/2023| ARC Trooper Fives, Coruscant Guard | Sketchbook | Fives sucks at flirting | *deepinhale.* VOD. | 

「Anakin Needs therapy」 [ART]

18/06/2023| Anakin Skywalker | Sketchbook | Amputee!Anakin | BPD related art | I love using kitsugi as a motif for breaking down over and over again then rehabilitating |

AUGUST 2023

「Dar'Ad」 [AO3] + [FIC]

01/08/2023 | Fanfic | 437 word | Alpha-17, Commander Fox | Mentions of Execution | Angst | Hurt, no comfort | Seriously, guys, the amount of interactions I’ve got for this snippet! Maybe I should think of a continuation if you liked it this much!

「Foxhunt」 [ART]

02/08/2023| Commander Fox | Blood | I drew this picture first and then and then I wanted to write a description and Dar’Ad happened. The picture takes place after some time of the snippet. 

SEPTEMBER 2023

「Comfort a character: Deadshot」[ART]

03/09/2023 | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | Comfort a character prompt | Umbaran darkness hide the tears of the grief-weary troopers |

「Comfort a character: Cadet!Fox」 [ART & Snippet]

03/09/2023 | Cadet Fox, Alpha-17, Captain Fordo | Comfort a character prompt | Alpha is TRYING OKAY??? |

「Comfort a character: Rex」 [ART] 

07/09/2023| Captain Rex, Commander Cody | Comfort a Character prompt | Hurt & comfort |

「Comfort a character: Cadet!Rex」 [ART]

10/09/2023 | Cadet Rex, and Cadet Fox aka Tintin (by Kilt) | Comfort a character prompt | Omg, this was such a lovely request from my friend, I still think about it a lot~ I really enjoyed trying out a different coloring technique |

「Comfort a character: Dogma」 [ART & FIC] + [AO3]

23/09/2023| Clone Trooper Dogma, Commander Fox | Comfort a character prompt | 407 words | Corrie!Dogma | Dogma deserves better. |

「Comfort a character: Fox」 [ART]

29/09/2023 | Commander Fox, OC: Headshot | Comfort a character prompt| We have a shared custody on Headshot with ithillia <3 |

OCTOBER 2023

「Red is a color of...」 [ART]

03/10/2023 | Commander Fox, Commander Thorn | …LOVE | No context, just unhinged Fox | I have many Commander Fox in my head, but this one is actually crazy like a fox. 

「Bullet-time Fox」 [ART]

05/10/2023| Commander Fox, Commander Thorn, Commander Thire, Commander Stone, Sergeant Hound, Grizzer | The corrie commanders are major dorks when no one is looking | 

「Fives」 [ART]

10/10/2023 | Gift for Mary <3 | ARC Trooper Fives |

「Mal」 [ART]

| Gift for Corey | Corey's OC | Precious scarred babu <3

「Happy Dogma」 [ART]

14/10 | Clone Trooper Dogma | Character reaction to post | DOGMA IS THE SWEETEST GOODEST BOY MUST PROTECC |

「Fives x Shots」 [ART]

CLONESHIP 23/10/2023 | OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives | They are in love, you honour |

「TCW x Lucky Star」 [ART]

25/10/2023 | Commander Fox | Incorrect Quote | Redrawing Kogami Akira as Fox |

NOVEMBER 2023

「Mlem.」 [COMIC]

09/11/2023| OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Hardcase, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Jesse | Torrent barrack shenanigans | Boys being boys | Hardcase is a kind of friend who randomly licks your face |

「I've got a birthday gift from Corey! 」 [Gift] <3

13/11/2023| OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Fives, Clone Trooper Tup | Character reacts to post | Deadshot is a softy | A wonderful gift, thank you so much <3 |

「Received a gift on my birthday &lt;;3」 [Comic]

16/11/2023| Captain Rex, Commander Fox, 501st, Coruscant Guard | Sketchbook | Gift from nuclearteabag | Nuke gave me a present but the corries confiscated it :(((( | Fox is a dork |

「Thoughts about natborn cadets」 [Photo]

18/11/2023|Commander Fox, ARC Trooper Fives | Toy Photo | 

「It’s called nature, Fox!」 [Photo]

19/11/2023| Commander Fox, Arc Trooper Fives | Toy Photo | Commander Fox doesn’t like nature |

「The Captain isn't entirely satisfied with the new ARC trooper」 [Comic]

CLONESHIP mentioned 29/11/2023 |OC: Deadshot, Captain Rex | Blorbo bleebus | pls don’t take this post seriously or else Shots will die of embarrassment | that’s what happens when I draw with migraine |

「Fox loves caf」 [Photo]

30/11/2023| Commander Fox | Toy Photo | Don’t tell him it’s chai latte |

DECEMBER 2023

「I don’t deserve you」 [ART & FIC]

THORN X FOX CLONESHIP 03/12/2023 |Commander Fox, Commander Thorn | Art and Fanfiction | I don’t deserve you prompt | 982 words | Hurt & Comfort |

「I don’t deserve you」 [FIC]

FIVES x DEADSHOT (OC) CLONESHIP |OC: Deadshot, Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives | Fanfic | Wordcount: 2446 | Mature | I don’t deserve you prompt | Talking about a dead person and grief | Captain Rex had enough with Deadshot's digging into the past and decided it's time to have a conversation neither of them wished to have. | NO BETA |

「Deadshot has one of those days」 [ART]

12/12/2023| OC: Deadshot, Clone Trooper Tup | Sketchbook | Breaking down in 3…2…1… |

「I do deserve better」 - [ART & FIC] + [AO3]

Dogma x Tup - CLONESHIP 16/12/2023 |Clone Trooper Dogma, Clone Trooper Tup | Art and fanfiction | I don’t deserve you prompt | 560 words | Hurt, no comfort | Angst | Umbara arc |

JANUARY 2024

「Commander Wolffe portrait」 [ART]

16/01/2024 |Commander Wolffe | 104th follower celebration thingy |

「Fives portrait」 [ART]

16/01/2024 |Arc Trooper Fives | Art Request |

「Deadshot reacts to Fives portrait」 [ART]

Fives x Deadshot (OC) CLONESHIP 16/01/2024 | Arc Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot | Fives exists and Shots is melting |

「Sergeant Sinker portrait」 [ART]

17/01/2024 | Clone Trooper Sinker | Art request | I love how this little shit turned out <3

「Warthog & Tracer portrait」 [ART]

17/01/2024| Clone Trooper Warthog, Clone Trooper Tracer | Art Request | How dare you make me invest in cloneboys again just to get my heart broken!!! >:(((( | 

「Big Bad Wolffe」 [ART]

21/01/2024 | Cadet Rex, Cadet Wolffe | Art request | Soft babybabus <3 | 

[Rex with a lightsaber] [ART]

24/01/2024 | Captain Rex | Art request | Let me see what you have! - A lasersword. - NO! |

FEBRUARY 2024

「Dar’ad part II」 [ART] + [AO3]

01/02/2024 | Commander Fox | Febuwhump 2024 Day 1 - Helpless | ART & FIC | Wordcount: 417 | Warning: character's death, execution by injection, open-ending |

「Sketchdump」 [ART]

FIVES x DEADSHOT ECHO x TECH MAZE x BOOKS CLONESHIP 02/02/2024| ARC Trooper Fives, OC: Deadshot, ARC Trooper Echo, TBB Tech, Alpha-26 Maze | sketchbook | Various sketches about cloneboys + JungleSkirmish!AU lore | 

「Obedience/Devotion」 [ART] + [AO3]

SHEEV x FOX but can be interpreted platonic too 04/02/2024 | Commander Fox, Sheev Palpatine | Febuwhump 2024 day 3 | Toxic relationship, one-sided love…or is it? | Art & Fic | Word count: 300 | 

「I love you」 [ART]

SHEEV x FOX 05/02/2024 | Commander Fox , Sheev Palpatine | Febuwhump 2024 Day 5 | Continuation of “Obedience” | Toxic relationship | 

「IT’S COFFE TIME!」 [ART]

08/02/2024 | Commander Fox | ASDF movie parody | It’s Muffin time! song parody | 

「Clones in the closet」 [ART]

15/02/2024 | Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives, ARC Trooper Echo, ARC Trooper Jesse, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Hardcase | Characters react to post | My brain hurts :DDD |

「City boy gets intimidated by war veteran’s huge equipment」 [ART]

Not a cloneship, but I’m a very mature person and the dialogue is purposefully written as cockmeasuring 18/02/2024 | Clone Trooper Kix, OC: Headshot | Kix tries to befriend the corrie medic |

「Life after O66」[ART]

19/02/2024 | OC: Lily, OC: Blaze, OC: Vorn, OC: Headshot, OC: Pons, OC: Angel, Commander Fox, Commander Thorn, Commander Thire | ARTs and rambling about OC’s and how they life will be after Order 66 | WARNING: Mentions of canon character's deaths, mentions of suicide, actual suicide and visual depiction of it, nudity but genitals are not visible. Coruscant Guard has cultish vibes.

NSFW

「YOU ARE MINE」 [ART]

18+ ORDO x ECHO CLONESHIP 21/12/2023 |Ordo Skirata, ARC Trooper Echo | sexual content | Strangulation | Art Request | My favorite crackship with ithillia.

#commander fox #commander thorn #commander thire #commander stone #sergeant hound #captain rex #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #corrie!dogma #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper kix #commander wolffe #original clone character: deadshot #original clone character: headshot #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper warthog #clone trooper tracer #ordo skirata #cloneship #foxthorn #ordoecho #fivesshots

[jarenka]

Opera poser for @dreaminghour (tbh I suck at graphic design so it's more like an illustration)

I was thinking what I should draw for this request and if I need to come up with full new opera plot. No, I already have one! Actually in post-ROTJ au fic there should be (I don't know if I include it in the final version of the fic) an episode featuring one of the Anakin's favourite opera.

It calls "Celia" after the main character, and i thing you will easily recognise which real opera inspired me.

Here is the plot.

Celia is a canteen owner on a planet in the Outer Rim. She has a lover, captain Liim, who was military officer on his own planet before he met Celia and fell in love with her. He left military, moved to Celia's planet a bought a cargo ship to become a regular cargo ship captain on local inter-sector routes so he can see her regularly.

Once captain Liim starts to suspects that Celia is gradually losing interest in him. Celia sings and dances for him to show her affection, but captain Liim is still suspicious and jealous. Meanwhile Celia is introduced by her friends to Jasen Taal, emerging racing star. He is beautiful and charming, he flirts with her and promise to visit her canteen.

Couple of weeks later after winning another race Jasen Taal celebrates his victory in Celia's canteen. Captain Liim should be working, but he doesn't take orders from his clients and refuse to leave planet. He is jealous, he is afraid that Celia would cheat him when he is away. His crew is very unhappy about it, if captain Liim continues to act this way, they won't get their money next month and their regular clients will find another carriers.

Captain Liim visits Celia's canteen in the middle of celebration, he sees Jasen Taal flirting with Celia, and she doesn't stop him. Jasen Taal claims that he is completely mesmerized by Celia, he never saw a woman more charming than her. After the whole bottle of Corellian whiskey, in the end of the evening, captain Liim starts a terrible scandal, accusing Celia of cheating. He calls her slut in front of her employers and late guests. Celia is really mad. She says that captain Liim is a terrible person and she doesn't want to see him. Canteen's security guard kicks him out.

Next couple of weeks captain Liim drinks and tries to meet Celia to beg her for forgiveness. People are gossiping about him. And also he hears gossips that Celia is dating Jasen Taal now. He doesn't want to believe it.

One day captain Liim is able to find Celia in her home alone. Big annual race is coming, all the town is festive, and everyone is sure that Jasen Taal will win this race. Celia is going there too, but captain Liim doesn't know about it yet. He begs her to forgive him, he wants to be with her again. He tries to talk her into marrying him and stay with him on his ship. They will travel together. Celia finds his proposal utterly ridiculous and mocks him. Captain Liim accuses her of cheating again, Celia says that it's not his business. She doesn't want him. Captain Liim begs her to give him another chance. They were lovers for years and he thinks that deep down Celia still loves him. Celia doesn't love him anymore. They start to quarrel, Celia tries to get from her house but captain Liim blocks her way. She says that the race starts soon and she wants to see it.

"You wants to see you new lover!", accuses her captain Liim. She says that it's true, Jasen Taal is her lover now, and captain Liim should leave her alone because she loves another man. When he tries to claim her as his woman, Celia laughs in his face and says that she is her own woman and doesn't belong to any man. She tries to get past captain Liim again, but in his rage he violently pushes her away and trows her on the ground. She hits her head and when captain Liim, horrified by his own violence, reaches her, she is already dead.

So, Anakin watched this opera more then once in his youth, it's one of his favourite, it has really beautiful music and a lot of passion just like he loves. If he ever associated himself with anyone in this opera, it was Jasen Taal, charming racer. Also in Galaxy Opera House he was usually played by the actor who looked a lot like Anakin. He kinda despised captain Liim. When Anakin found out about Clovis, he mentally compared him with captain Liim.

He hasn't seen any operas when he was Vader, but later on Carati, he found a good recording of this opera from one of the local opera houses. At first he was a bit hesitant. The scenery was pretty simplistic, he usually didn't like this kind of staging. But when Celia appeared on a scene with her first aria Anakin was completely mesmerized by her. Actress had a beautiful deep voice and irresistible charm, it was very easy to understand how both captain Liim and Jasen Taal lost their minds over her. Anakin watched this pretty long opera in one sitting, but towards the end he became more and more uncomfortable. And when captain Liim killed Celia, Anakin was like: "Oh shit that's me. I was like that too".

#star wars #anakin skywalker #my art #post-rotj au

[palfriendpatine66]

Thirsty Thursday (?)

Aka your pal has no self restraint. Here’s the intro to the wiggles au - we should really call it something else - for now let’s go with Infinite Happiness

When I meet somebody new I say: How do you do? How do you do? How do you do? When I meet somebody new I say: how do you do? My name is Ben! It’s nice to meet you!

“You lost or trying to make your escape while you still have the chance,” a soft voice drawled from the dark.

Anakin jolted to a stop, arrested by the intriguing sound. He was lost, although suddenly a lot less concerned with that fact. He hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going, watching the final laps of the race he’d much rather be attending on his phone as he made his way to the bathroom before he was subjected to an agonizing two hours of nonstop Infinite Happiness - Live in Concert, his preschool twins most favorite singing group in the whole world. He’d just had to go and buy the concert tickets when Padmé said she hadn’t been able to get a hold of any herself, only thinking of the dual win of being the hero in their eyes and one upping their mother while he was at it, not stopping to consider the astronomical loss that having to sit through the concert would be.

Anakin caught sight of the shadowy figure who’d spoken from where they were tucked into a dark corner. Shining gray blue eyes captured his attention and threw all sense out the window and he said the first thing that came to mind. “I'd rather take a power drill to the temple than have to listen to The Happy Song one more time.”

A look of pure incredulity passed over the stranger’s face. They threw their head back with a laugh that drew Anakin in and had him smiling right along with him.

“Cheers to that mate,” the man said. He raised a flask in Anakin’s direction with a nod and then tipped it to his lips with several long gulps that drew Anakin’s eyes to the bob of his throat. “Only way to get through it.”

He held the flask out to Anakin with a questioning tilt of his head, and Anakin found himself step forward despite himself. “What the hell,” he muttered under his breath and brought it up to his lips without breaking eye contact. His eyes teared up as it burned its way down his throat, warmth blooming and spreading through his chest. A thought stuck in his mind as he handed it back - received with a cocky smirk and tossed back far more gracefully - was that those delectable lips were wrapped around where his had just been.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?”

Gorgeous. “Anakin.”

“Pretty name for a pretty boy.”

Anakin’s cheeks were on fire - and when had it gotten so hot in here? - when he was offered the flask again and drank far more deeply than was wise to hide his face and save himself from having to come up with a response.

What the fuck was happening here? He was a father. He didn’t day drink, for one thing, and not with strangers, for another. Certainly not at children’s concerts. And he hadn’t flirted with anyone since the divorce, let alone ridiculously attractive men wearing eyeliner in dark hallways who looked about ready to eat him alive.

His only excuse for what happened next was he was taken completely and totally by surprise.

Strong, thick fingers wove through his hair and together with the hand that sprawled across his lower back, tugged him forward to waiting lips. They met his own, strong and sure, and parted so that a searching tongue could dart out to lick across his own trembling lower lip, requesting access.

With a gasp Anakin responded enthusiastically, not just granting entry but sucking on the questing tongue that slipped into his mouth like he was starving and intended to swallow him whole. Moaning messily into the increasingly wet kiss, if the sloppy movements could even be called that; they’d already turned into something more, something obscene.

Obscene, Anakin repeated inwardly as his fists twisted into a leather jacket and tight black pants, demanding more and growling with approval when the man’s slighter frame pressed up against his own. Hips that just begged to be grabbed, Anakin only too happy to oblige, ground filthily against his thigh and left little up to the imagination.

#zero self control #the wips are out of hand #the wiggles au #infinite happiness #obikin wips #wip Wednesday #jk thirsty Thursday or something like that #these boys are just unapologetically dtf #current location be damned #my wips #sorry not sorry

[shares-a-vest]

i don’t like sand. it’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.

Word Count: 2.1k Rated: T for alcohol consumption and some flirty flirting.

Steve just wants to take Eddie on a romantic date to a secluded beach-like spot along Lover’s Lake. But they quickly find themselves battling a new enemy: sand. Written for @thefreakandthehair’s Spicy Six Summer Fanworks Challenge using the dialogue prompt, “There’s sand in my underwear.”

Thank you Lex for once again hosting a seasonal challenge 💖💖💖

And yes, this is THE whiney Anakin Skywalker quote. When this fic started heading in the direction of the boys running into some serious sand-based problems, I knew I had to use it!

(Read on Ao3)

Steve jiggles the last peg sticking into the sand, checking it is secure. He stands upright and dusts off the sand covering his hands as he admires his handiwork. Not too bad of a non-beach beach set-up on Lover’s Lake. A spot that at least mildly resembles a serene coastal location.

He looks up at the dark figure still lingering by the parking area situated under a patch of trees.

Eddie looks a sight, dressed head-to-toe in black – a cut-off t-shirt, shorts, and goddamn combat boots – as he twirls a matching umbrella and kicks at something beneath his feet.

“I don’t do hats, Stevie,” he said as they packed (or, more accurately Steve packed) for their beach date, deeply offended as he clutched a set of proverbial pearls.

Steve waves his arms, hoping to gain his attention.

But Eddie continues shuffling about, looking everywhere but down to their setup as he sips from a prematurely opened beer can. Steve is certain Eddie doesn’t realise he can see everything through his prescription sunglasses.

“Eddie!” he calls, the echo created from their seclusion drowning out his frustration.

He drops his hands by his sides when Eddie finally snaps to attention. Eddie perches his sunglasses on the end of his nose to dramatically examine the path down the small embankment where dry grass gives way to sand. He looks like he is about to scale Mount Everest.

Steve grumbles and places his hands on his hips.

It’s not like he had lugged down the tent, two towels, a small selection of hats he has at the ready for Eddie’s inevitable complaints about sunburn, his own flip-flops, a football, an unnecessary flotation device Eddie insisted on bringing from home, a radio, each of their designated walkies and a map Dustin forced on them, all the while being dragged down by an overstuffed backpack.

Despite Steve catching his eye without the full protection of his shades, Eddie still doesn’t budge. So, Steve decides on the one move that will get his boyfriend running to him.

At least he thinks unbuttoning his white linen shirt will do the trick.

As he starts on the third button (and refuses to break eye contact), Eddie stomps his foot at the show and scoops up their cooler. He takes a small step forward and begins tip-toeing down the steady incline at a snail’s pace by the time Steve is rolling his shirt off his shoulders.

He tosses it aside with a flourish, chuckling as Eddie very obviously picks up his pace. Steve flexes his shoulders, focusing on the soothing warmth of the summer sun instead of Eddie dragging their cooler along behind like a caveman!

“Come on,” he mutters as Eddie clomps through the sand, kicking up waves of it with each step of his boots.

His legs look comically pasty – vampiric, even – in the direct sunlight.

As he waits, Steve makes quick work of gathering up their supplies and places them in the tent. He figures Eddie isn’t going to want to spend any extended time outside. He’s going to have a hard enough time convincing him to take a dip in the water. Even in broad daylight without tentacled undead bats about to suck them into a hell dimension.

He emerges from the tent to find Eddie standing over him.

“What took you so long, sunshine?” Steve teases, flashy a toothy grin.

Eddie glares down at him and dumps the cooler in the sand. It falls sideways, its contents sloshing about. He holds up his beer can and examines it with great reverence and belches.

“Charming,” Steve mutters, focusing on the probable damage to the food in the cooler as he stands upright.

“Chug one, Big Boy,” Eddie challenges, jangling his tinny-sounding (and thus, near-empty) can.

He cocks his head with a dimple-filled smile.

Steve quirks a brow. He quickly upturns the cooler and snaps it open. Thankfully, their lunchboxes (a Star Wars one Claudia Henderson gifted him, and a Garfield box Eddie has had since he was in middle school) are still intact despite their shaky voyage down from the car.

Though the sandwiches inside might be more than a little askew...

As he retrieves a chilled can, Steve fishes in his back pocket for his flick knife.

“Yes,” Eddie hisses, eyes lighting up.

Steve spins it in his fingers, ignoring the Robin-like voice in his head telling him such a move is too dangerous for the sake of some hopeful flirting.

But it gets Eddie buzzing on the spot, more than eager.

Steve leans forward, angling the can in his left hand, the knife in his right. He stabs into the bottom rim of the can, popping it enough to drink from. Replacing the knife with his mouth, he starts drinking.

The beer is cool for a good moment, quenching a thirst he hadn’t quite noticed he had built up. But he only gets about halfway upright before the carbonation burns hot in his throat, the scar around his neck stinging. He screws his eyes shut, willing away the sensation as he feels Eddie’s worried hand on his forearm.

He pulls the can away, leaving the remaining liquid to spill around his feet and darken the sand.

“Fuck!” he strains, “Can’t do that one anymore.”

He splutters and gulps harshly, saliva doing nothing to soothe his throat as he laments the loss of his former go-to party trick.

“That was dumb,” Eddie admits, voice momentarily soft before he perks right back up and smirks, “I still think it’s hot.”

He winks and loops his arms around Steve’s shoulders.

“Oof,” he pouts, skirting greedy fingers across his hot skin before playing with the dampened hair at the nape of his neck, “You need some sunscreen, stat, pretty boy.”

He tugs at Steve’s hair for good measure and looks him over, greedy and hungry as his eyes flit down to his shorts.

Little does Eddie know he is wearing a pair of red swim briefs, courtesy of his renewed swimming pursuits.

“Well,” Steve pauses, clearing his throat once more, “Looks like we’d better get in the tent, then. Promised I’d let you lather me up, didn’t I?”

“Sure did, Stevie,” Eddie coos, nodding enthusiastically, “You absolutely promised me a day of slathering up Hawkins Public Pool’s newly appointed Swim Instructor’s musculature with some tantalisingly tacky cream.”

He wiggles his brows, pleased with his lame double-entendre. But his shit-eating smile quickly fades as he looks down at the mixture of pebbles, white sand and sediment beneath them.

“Sand,” he whines through gritted teeth, gesturing with delicate ring-adorned fingers, “My balls are already itching.”

He twists the tip of his boot into the ground and gives a dramatic shudder.

“Shut up and get in,” Steve chuckles, shoving him by the elbow in the direction of their shelter.

Eddie crouches to hop in, hovering as he unfurls the front flap. Steve waits.

And waits some more.

But once again, Eddie is unmoving.

He makes the executive decision to slap Eddie’s butt to coax him the rest of the way. Yelping at the gesture, Eddie falls forward, kicking sand directly in his face.

“God damn it!” Steve splutters, attempting to lumber in behind him, sunglasses now bespeckled with sand.

He trips on the plastic lip of the tent, momentarily tangling himself up in the front opening. Stumbling forward, Steve lands hard on top of Eddie with a loud yelp of his own and firmly squishes him face-first into the tent floor as another wave of sand follows him in too.

“Shit,” they groan in unison.

Steve rolls over as Eddie clamours upright, both of them slipping and sliding on the tent’s tarp lining and whipping all the sand they brought in across the shelter, thwacking it to the four walls.

“Great,” Eddie grumbles, scrunching his nose like a disgruntled kitten, “I already have sand in my hair!” he pauses and gives a loud sigh, “... I didn’t bring a scrunchie.”

He dry-sobs, screwing his eyes shut as he mopes in sand-drenched silence.

Steve reaches for his backpack.

So much for thinking he could solve all of Eddie’s complaints now that they have fucking sand everywhere!

He produces a red scrunchie he had bought from Hawkins Public Pool’s kiosk, an item typically purchased by the instructors and lifeguards Eddie has spent most of his summer seething over. Steve barks a laugh as Eddie snatches it up.

He attempts to look away from the admittedly very pleasant sight of Eddie tying his hair up in a loose, messy ponytail, but it is too late. Eddie is grinning back at him.

“Do I look as hot as your co-instructor Becky?” he teases, leaning in a mere inch from his cheek.

“Shut up,” Steve gripes, chancing a look outside for the forgotten cooler.

He retreats with the blue box to find Eddie now hurriedly rifling through the backpack.

“Eureka!” he announces, holding up a white and blue tube of sunscreen in victory. He dumps it on his lap and makes grabby hands, “Come on, Stevie, lay down.”

He slaps excitedly at the tent floor, sand dancing with every movement.

But he abruptly pauses, grimaces, and looks at his palm.

“Hey!”

Eddie wipes his hand a little too far up Steve’s blue shorts with vigour.

But before he can work out if that move was on purpose or not, Eddie is sticking his butt in his face, pushing him against the side of the tent with maximum impatience. Steve rips his sunglasses off, worried Eddie might be tipping them (and his tent-building) sideways.

A peg flicks against the back wall but Steve doesn’t catch whatever else happens. He ducks just in time as Eddie begins flapping his yellow towel about, sending sand flying – again.

“Oops,” he says, biting the inside of his cheek as he looks around, wide-eyed.

He shrugs and goes about smoothing out the towel.

“No shit,” Steve mutters as he looks over his own sand-covered legs.

Eddie soon turns, scrambling his way back to him until there is no personal space between them. He stares at his lips, eyes downright devilish and greedy as they roam over him.

Steve smirks, leaning back on one hand so his boyfriend can get a better look at him as he mulls over exactly when he should take his shorts off.

Eddie pops the cap on the tube of sunscreen and grins. A thick blob of the stuff spurts out the top of the tube and down his hand.

He freezes and slowly turns his head to look at the mess.

“Oh no,” he mumbles, voice impossibly small.

“You are such a dork,” Steve muses.

Eddie blushes, muttering to himself about the horrors of summertime, sand and Steve’s tanned shoulders as he dirties his t-shirt with spilled sunscreen.

“What can I do to make you feel better, hmm?” Steve asks as Eddie struggles to remove the cream from between his rings.

He nuzzles into his neck, pressing a kiss to his warm – if a little sweaty, and sand-coated – skin.

“This will make me feel better,” Eddie pouts, craning his neck for better access.

He takes the opportunity to slip his hand up under Eddie’s now tacky shirt, pushing it up until he takes the hint and removes it. Steve quickly moves onto his lap, straddling him. There is an audible swish and scrape as he goes – sand moving, sliding and sticking between them.

Eddie looks down between them and huffs out an elongated breath.

“Those – uh…” he stutters, pointing his index finger into his meaty flesh, sand granules digging in with a sharp sting, “Those might need some sunscreen.”

Steve hums, nodding along. He kisses Eddie’s pink cheek, his skin is hot and flushed with little sweat marks forming under his eyes.

“And your shoulders,” Eddie continues, running his hands up his chest, scratching more sand up his torso that feels like an impromptu exfoliant, “Gotta get those shoulders.”

“Totally,” he presses a kiss to his left cheek as he bites back the sting of the grains on Eddie’s fingertips.

Eddie lowers back on the towel.

Steve eagerly moves forward, intending to drape himself over him. But Eddie grumbles, tossing about on the gritty towel as he fists at the waistband of his shorts. He squirms away, screwing his eyes shut with a frustrated sob.

“What’s going on!” Steve yelps as Eddie narrowly misses kneeing him in the junk.

“There’s sand in my underwear!” he shrieks.

Steve rolls off him, course sand bits sticking all over as he falls onto his back with a thud.

So much for a relaxing day at the non-beach beach.

#lily writes a fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #lexssummerfanworkschallenge #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #this is silly #it was gonna be longer and way spicier but i wasn't happy with my super-long initial draft

[topwan-obikin]

Hello dear obikins, and welcome to our fifth day of submissions for our second deadline!

We a nice little batch for you on our ao3 collection today, so feast on these wonderful creations. Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation!

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The Divinely Made by Anonymous

Anakin has a choking kink. Or, until Obi-Wan decides he doesn’t.

Electric Buzzing on Your Fingertips by Anonymous

As his Padawan grows into a man, Obi-Wan begins to be driven mad by the amount of unwanted attention that he receives. So does Anakin — the only upside is his former Master's increasingly displeased reactions. Surely it's not Anakin's fault, then, when he starts flirting with his suitors just to see what Obi-Wan will do?

and we have two updates!

Chapter 7 of Eight of Cups is up!

Anakin’s knighting ceremony is canceled. Somehow, Qui-Gon Jinn has joined the land of the living again, and the Council is too busy figuring out what to do. Washing their hands off the matter, the Council decides to make Qui-Gon Anakin’s and Obi-Wan’s problem. For Anakin, this is a dream come true (minus the mishap with his knighting). He has always wanted Qui-Gon as his Master. Unlike Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon would understand him. This is his chance to experience what having Qui-Gon as sort-of-Master would be like. The answer is as surprising as it’s disappointing. It sucks a lot. Rather than understanding, Qui-Gon misunderstands everything. Half the (disparaging) stuff Qui-Gon says about Obi-Wan flies over his head, too, but Anakin’s convinced Qui-Gon’s trying to drive a wedge between Obi-Wan and him. So, on second thought, Anakin prefers to remain Obi-Wan’s Padawan. Really, there’s no need to reschedule his knighting ceremony.

Chapter 2 of After School Special is up! It's the last chapter so the story is now complete!

Anakin Skywalker learned how to lie before he knew how to tie his shoelaces. He wouldn’t be able to lead a successful double life if he couldn’t. At the age of twenty-two, he is the most popular stripper at the Starfall Club, the most skillful informant of the Naberrie family, and – the best liar in the world. There's only one lie he can't pull off - pretending he feels indifferent toward his drop-dead gorgeous professor.

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[blueb3erry]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡—

Mine all mine.

ᯓ★—summary: Anakin sees another man flirt with you, and beats the man senseless and then drives home in complete silence and when you get home he reminds you who you ‘belong’ to.

ᯓ★—warnings: Degrading, Breeding kink, Choking, boob play, fingering and Eating at one time, Dom/sub themes.

ᯓ★—disclaimers: Fem!reader x Toxic jealous bf!Anakin. No y/n.

Anakin sits in the car with a stern expression on his face, his bloody hands on the steering wheel even if he isn’t in the correct state of mind to drive. You attempt to start a conversation but your attempts are in vain and he continues scowl in his seat.

After you get home you again try and talk about the bar, “Anakin, are you just going to casually try and forget what happened?” I spoke,”There’s nothing to think about.” He answered quickly.”Nothing at all happening?!, do you need me to refresh your memory,of you punching a dude until you broke his nose and knocked a tooth out?!”

The longer I go on my rant the more annoyed he gets until i see a a vein pop “You are a real immature bastard you know that—” He grabs my face and angrily kissed me, it’s messy and long.

We soon find the couch and we land onto it he starts kissing me all over making sure not to miss a single chance to mark me with hickeys, he starts unbuttoning my shirt, as soon as he’s done working on my shirt he makes his way to my bra, at first he struggles with it but after unclipping it he throws it with such force it almost knocks down a lamp.

He starts sucking on the skin on my breast every hair on my body is on its end, he pulls down my panties and leaves my skirt on he starts messily kissing me and starts going down until he gets to my pussy.

He starts kissing my clit with a little bit of sucking here and there, I groan the tension was killing me, he starts licking my sensitive folds, my legs start to shake as I grab onto his hair, he uses one hand to keep my legs open for him, and the other hand he sticks inside me, as he sticks a finger inside me and may I mind you he was licking places I didn’t know needed ‘working on’.

He is ruthless he keeps on adding more fingers to fuck me with, I’m truly at his mercy, “Your doing so good baby..” He spoke knowing I was falling apart on the inside, he lived for it knowing I was at his mercy, My vision gets a blurry from the extreme pleasure I was experiencing, pleasure I thought I could never experience.

I felt close, he knew it as his 3 fingers moved in and out of me as if I was a rag doll, “come for me baby, come on” he becomes more and more ruthless as I go on he goes harder and faster. I finally come off my edge my cum gets all over his face, I put my hand on my mouth as I chuckle “I’m so sorry for that” I start laughing a little, “You will be” He smirks before taking off his pants and boxers

He strokes his hard and throbbing cock in his hand, biting his lip, he gets himself ready at my entrance before slowly thrusting up, filling my entire hole with his cock, my eyes roll into the back of my head, he starts fucking me all over the couch.

He grabs my neck with one hand and with the other my thigh for support, he starts fucking me senseless “your mine, remember that” Going harder his grip on my neck getting tighter as he goes faster like an animal, “I’m the only one who will ever know how you feel like” that sounded more like it was for his pride.

Anakin goes faster the tip of his head reaching my cervix, the only sound heard in the room is my moans and the sound of hitting flesh “I’m going to fuck you until I fucking breed my children into you.” In a way your know the other half of the sentence but you say nothing he soon Cums staining my inner walls with sticky white cum.

He pulls out panting, he gets up and pulls his pants back up needing to ‘check on his bruises’.

Sorry if this is terrible it’s my first time writing on tumblr 😭

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[solarlotus]

for the fic request, how about omega anakin feeling insecure when a bunch of senators start flirting with alpha obi-wan so he starts rubbing all over obi-wan like a cat to scent him because that’s his alpha and the senators need to back off while not knowing obi-wan is doing the same thing with him and growling at anyone who try’s to flirt with anakin.

I normally write omega Obi Wan, so this was a good challenge. Hope it's ok!

Anakin hated them, stupid senators. Obi Wan had always mistrusted politicians, yet he flirted with them as if his life depended on it. They called him the negotiator, Anakin preferred aggressive negotiations, especially when Obi Wan was having his arm patted, the woman was actaully patting his arm!

It didn't get any better as the afternoon wore on. Every caf break Anakin was chided for sitting in the corner scowling and Obi Wan was trailed by three omega senators, one woman and two men. They were small and dainty, perfumed and delicate. They were not like Anakin, who was tall and commanding, a leader of men and armies. As far from the traditional omega as you could get. Of course Obi Wan enjoyed their attentions, he thought bitterly. He was probably fed up of an omega who smelled of engine oil and the blood and sweat of battle.

It all got too much at dinner. Despite pulling Anakin aside in the rest room and reassuring him that he was the most beautiful omega, that he was his mate, his true love, Anakin was not appeased, especially when one omega, a delicate lady with flowing blond hair and a tiny waist practically sat on his lap.

Something snapped inside Anakin, his brows were drawn in a deep scowl and he radiated anger in the Force, enough to cause Obi Wan to drop his soup spoon, uncharacteristically splashing his perfectly ironed robes. Anakin put his arm around Obi Wan, letting his sleeve slip up his arm, exposing his wrist. He rubbed his wrist over Obi Wan's side, glowering at the blonde senator, who was now shrinking back, but her heavy perfume still hung in the air, hung over his mate.

Anakin brought his other hand to Obi Wan's chest and began rubbing there too, quick strokes down his torse.

'Anakin,' Obi Wan whispered, embarrassment creeping up his face. He stood and pulled Anakin with him, heading swiftly for the rest room. As soon as the door was locked Anakin was on him, rubbing his wrists up and down his arms, over his back, furiously scenting him, driving away the cloying omega scent of the blonde woman.

'Anakin! This is an official dinner, this is not seemly!' Obi Wan hissed.

'She was all over you, master, I can't stand it, she stinks of... of unmated omega and you wanted it!' Anakin said, voice choked and tears forming in his eyes.

'Of course I don't, I'm using every part of the Force to keep the smell from getting to me... Oh, Anakin, you're too busy being angry to sense my discomfort?'

'She wants you,' Anakin growled.

'Well, she can't have me, I'm yours.'

'Say it again,' Anakin said, still furiously rubbing his scent over Obi Wan.

'I'm yours and you are mine, my omega, my mate, my love. And once this war is over you're going to be full of my pups.' Obi Wan leaned forward and licked Anakin's neck, kissing the soft skin of his throat before biting down on his scent gland, causing a rush of pheromones. Anakon moaned, slick had begun leaking. Then Obi Wan smiled into his throat, a hand slipping down the back of Anakin's pants.

Anakin went pliant, mewled, he could do little else as his alpha dipped his fingers into his hole, how rapidly slicking, and coated his digits, he brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean, moaning as Anakin stood submissive and waiting. Again Obi Wan put his fingers back in Anakin's hole, causing Anakin to moan prettily.

'Obi, I need it, I need you.'

'Later, be a good boy and you can have my knot after we've finished with this blasted dinner.' Obi Wan brought his fingers up again and rubbed the glistening slick into his neck, over his scent glad. 'Now, when anyone looks at me, all they'll see is you,' Obi Wan whispered, kissing Anakin long and hard, a promise.

#obikin #alpha and omega #omega Anakin #Alpha obi wan #scenting #prompt fill #fanfic #answered asks

[rarepears]

In Reincarnated Vader X Todoroki Enji AU, as viewers we all know that Anakin sucks at flirting. Then, there's Enji who also has trouble with conveying his emotions. I imagine that those who know them would end up being given the weird honor of seeing how these two idiots' courting period would go. Though that weird honor might end up being a punishment since just watching how these awkward as hell suckers flirt would be painful for the eyes. Anakin might mention his hatred for the sand again.

Two cocky competitive guys who are used to being some of the best trying to outdo each other but also has no clue what they are doing (with zero understanding of romance)...

At least Enji can turn sand into glass?

Anakin would probably invent and build cutting edge hero support technology just for his hubby and then go back to his one true machinery love of building droids. Anakin doesn't know just how many hearts he's broken by leaving the pro-hero tech so quickly!

(Then again, his new medical technology innovations help plenty of heroes indirectly.)

[More in the #Reincarnated Vader X Todoroki Enji AU]

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[tennessoui]

There are so many cool options for crossovers

For example a crossover with Kingsman would be cool. Obi-Wan could recruit Anakin and their relationship would be forbidden. Or there are both agents. Oh a James Bond crossover. Anakin is Q and Obi-Wan is James Bond who flirts nonstop. He doesn't realize that he already gets the best gadgets. A Stranger Things AU. Maybe one of them gets flayed and the other one will do everything to save him. Or a Teen Wolf AU. One is a werewolf and the other a puny human who has magic and gets possessed by a demon. 👀

oooo these are also amazing au options though i gotta be honest, i haven't seen kingsman so i can't really comment on that, but i've said it before and i'll say it again: i adore this one james bond-like fic called spare parts by mercy-me i think....though apparently it was taken down which sucks because it was literally my favorite obikin fic....the ingenuity...the prose....it was amazing and i miss her

BUT also there's another james bond fic im obsessed with by euryrice on ao3 called "i'd never be me (without the security of your loving arms)" and i adore it sososo much holy shit i can't wait to reread it now that i'm thinking about it

i could totally get behind a teen wolf au i used to love that show but it would be interesting to try and figure out how to make it also loyal to the star wars characters and the teen wolf universe......

#asks #which i think is one o the best parts of writing an au for anything #i think it would be interesting to see more werewolf or vampire obikin stuff tbh #i havent seen a lot but i feeel like that's super common in other fandoms #i have the one vampire fic #but its like vampire adjacent it doesnt really go into vampire stuff as much