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eeee so glad i surprised you! i wanted to write something fluffy and when i saw you post about tea i had an epiphany. making you tea seemed like such a cute idea!
tea and honey.
was in a silly mood and decided to write about fixing @hanasnx some tea in response to this post.
You are lying on the bed together in the early afternoon, both of you choosing to spend the day relaxing instead of worrying about the things around the house that probably need your attention. These are your favorite kind of days. Indy’s on his side of the bed looking at his phone. And you are curled up beside him with your nose in a book.
He’s been quiet all morning. So, hearing his voice startles you.
“Hey,” he nudges you softly with his elbow.
You look up to meet his bright blue eyes heavily outlined in charcoal. “Hi,” you whisper back, closing your book.
He rubs your back with his hand. “Can you make me some tea?”
Even though you’ve known him for a long time, you can’t stop your heart from racing when he looks into your eyes. “Of course.”
After giving his arm a quick kiss, you rise out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. You love doing things for Indy whenever he acts. It makes you feel useful, and it’s a way you show that you care.
You start with filling the kettle with water and boiling it on the stove. While it’s heating, you look in the pantry for his favorite tea. He especially likes green tea.
Once the water is boiling, you pour it into his Batman mug and steep the tea bag for exactly five minutes. You grab the honey from the counter and squeeze about a teaspoon or two into the cup. It makes it thicker and sweeter.
A few minutes later you deliver the tea to him on a potholder and set it down on his nightstand.
He smiles thinly when he sees you and opens his arms to you. “C’mere, baby.”
Eagerly, you crawl back into bed with him. He spoons you, wrapping his arms tightly about your waist and settling his chin over your shoulder. Knowing him, he might hold you here for hours, but that worries you because of the tea. He likes it piping hot.
“Your tea’s getting cold, Indy.”
He mumbles into your skin. “One more minute. Not ready to let go.”
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miss u padmé
aww sweet ani. you’re always in my thoughts. ill make you something special for dinner tonight <3
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tea and honey.
was in a silly mood and decided to write about fixing @hanasnx some tea in response to this post.
You are lying on the bed together in the early afternoon, both of you choosing to spend the day relaxing instead of worrying about the things around the house that probably need your attention. These are your favorite kind of days. Indy’s on his side of the bed looking at his phone. And you are curled up beside him with your nose in a book.
He’s been quiet all morning. So, hearing his voice startles you.
“Hey,” he nudges you softly with his elbow.
You look up to meet his bright blue eyes heavily outlined in charcoal. “Hi,” you whisper back, closing your book.
He rubs your back with his hand. “Can you make me some tea?”
Even though you’ve known him for a long time, you can’t stop your heart from racing when he looks into your eyes. “Of course.”
After giving his arm a quick kiss, you rise out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. You love doing things for Indy whenever he acts. It makes you feel useful, and it’s a way you show that you care.
You start with filling the kettle with water and boiling it on the stove. While it’s heating, you look in the pantry for his favorite tea. He especially likes green tea.
Once the water is boiling, you pour it into his Batman mug and steep the tea bag for exactly five minutes. You grab the honey from the counter and squeeze about a teaspoon or two into the cup. It makes it thicker and sweeter.
A few minutes later you deliver the tea to him on a potholder and set it down on his nightstand.
He smiles thinly when he sees you and opens his arms to you. “C’mere, baby.”
Eagerly, you crawl back into bed with him. He spoons you, wrapping his arms tightly about your waist and settling his chin over your shoulder. Knowing him, he might hold you here for hours, but that worries you because of the tea. He likes it piping hot.
“Your tea’s getting cold, Indy.”
He mumbles into your skin. “One more minute. Not ready to let go.”
#heart divider by cafekitsune#ava x indy#indy x reader#indy smut#indy x reader smut#hanasnx#indy x you#hanasnx x reader#hanasnx smut
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donate it to me. or at least let me borrow u
as the anon that stated the societal rules i would like to respond and say yes.
it's only fair if i suck you dry tho.
WOMEN HISTORY MONTH RAH
women’s history month means i donate my body to fair use 💀
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ava !!! hi baby missed u so incredibly much <3
omggg hiiiii!!! how are youuuu. im sorry for just now seeing this. i haven't been as active as i'd like to be because of school. as usual your theme is so iconic. hope you are doing amazing!!!
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ughhh it’s so good. i want to write more
thinkin about you. can we kiss sometime soon?
-- ava 😚
mhm :) been thinking about that fic u wrote about us. im gonna reread it
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ava my sweet girl 💕💕 i’ve missed you sm !! giving you big smooches rn
hiiii i missed you too. i hope you’re doing amazing 🩷🫶🏻 im forever obsessed with your work
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Hi Indy, how has your Tuesday been so far?
Also, how do you feel about period sex? I know you've written about how you think Hayden and Anakin would react, but what about you?
-🫀
tuesday’s been fine, woke up at like 2, drinking coffee rn and watching a little community, trying to map out some writing stuff. i plan to get thru my inbox today, idk if it’ll happen.
about period sex it’s a 10/10 for me. wetter, slicker, easier, hornier. an inside massage for such a sore little hole. couldn’t get much better
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Glad to see you’re back, Ava!😍😍 but does this mean you’re out of the Anidala fandom completely? Do you still talk to your mutuals? Anyways, I know I‘ll love anything you write!!🥰
hi babe!! i no longer will be writing anakin x reader here. i may continue to write anidala on ao3. it just depends on how i feel about it. this account is dedicated to my undying admiration for indy <333
i do talk to some of my mutuals. the ones i was closest to we talk all the time :)) I appreciate the message.
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me next me next
first indy x reader thought eeeeee
you strike me as the kind of guy that'll eat out a girl and not let her touch you but obviously she breaks that rule so you have to hold her wrists down with one hand while spreading her legs further with the other making sure that she takes everything that you give her (i live for mean indy can you tell)
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as cute as this is, physical touch is extremely important to me during sex. so if i’m going down on you, i want your hands in my hair, i want you banging your fists on my arms, hugging your thighs around me etc etc
so without any rule breaking i’ll just get into a mood where i pin your wrists and keep your legs open with the other :) maybe you were squirming too much. i’ve gotta fuck that right outta you don’t i?
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i want u to hold me down while i squirm
well how else will you take my dick? gotta keep you still
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come over?
fratboy!indy x reader | minors dni | happy b-day indy
summary: late at night, indy texts you. it’s ambiguous. he doesn’t say why. since you’re just friends, you don’t assume anything by it. but when you arrive at his frat house, things get really heavy really fast.
features: @hanasnx fanfiction, sexual content, dry humping, light choking, explicit language, friends to lovers?, emotional manipulation, slight dubious consent
Your phone vibrates once and then twice a minute later while you are washing your face. The first assumption is that your best friend is trying to convince you to go clubbing with her at the last minute because the baseball team was seen out. You’ll never understand her obsession with them. Just like she’ll never understand your obsession with Indy.
You’re just lucky that your types are polar opposite. Because everyone else seems to have eyes for him. Everyone. And of course, you understand. How could you not crush hard over him? He just has this... way about him that drives you crazy. You’re not even sure he does it intentionally.
After you dry your face and moisturize, you lean over and tap your phone screen. You nearly shriek when you see his name. And the message that reads: come over?
You curse yourself for taking off your pretty clothes and your makeup. Not that Indy ever minded you without makeup. But if you showed up like you look now, you worry he might not get the hint that you like him.
He’s never invited you to hang out this late before. Sometimes you’ll hang out late because your hangouts run overtime. But when you’re with him, you never want to leave. All you can do is hope that he might feel the same way too. The hours you’ve spent analyzing your friendship with Indy is humiliating. You pay attention to his Insta posts and Snap stories, noting where he is and who he’s with. At every frat party hosted by his fraternity, girls practically throw themselves at his feet, and you get jealous every time he flirts back. But to your knowledge it rarely progresses further than that. He has a few exes from his years at the school, but they’ve always spoken highly of him.
You suspect that they’re the ones who have spread rumors about what he can do under the sheets. It’s something that he keeps very private. You suppose a guy like him doesn’t need to brag about his conquests. Girls just know. And you’re drawn to the confidence he gives off.
But what started as you trying to hook up with him ended in you inevitably wanting something more. You’d love to be his girlfriend. And everyone says that he likes you a lot, everyone but him. He’s not so direct about his feelings with you.
There was one time at the movies he leaned in to whisper something in your ear, and you swore he was going to kiss you. To this day you have no clue what he told you. You were too anxious to pay attention to his words. The sensation of his breath against your skin was too much for you to handle.
The truth is... you might not be able to take it if he actually wants you. You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. Having what you have wanted all along seems like something that only happens in the movies.
As you frantically reapply your makeup, he texts you again: why aren’t u in my bed rn
While that might seem like he’s texting you for sex, Indy has a special kind of humor that you understand. He’s really just saying that he misses you.
You type out a quick response: Promise im about to leave.
He just hearts the message.
You pick out your outfit, electing for a lulu tennis skirt and a cropped hoodie. The worst thing to do in this situation would be to overdress.
When you pull up to his frat house, you realize that you should have walked from your dorm. There’s a party going on, and parking is shit. You have to park from across the street in a big lot, empty this time of the day. His frat house is at the end of the row. It’s a long and annoying walk, but it’s worth it to spend time with him although you really weren’t in the mood for a party. You have an 8am class tomorrow (Friday).
Passing by, you spot his black Camaro in his parking space up front. You know it’s his from the dark-green stripe on the side. He teases you that he owns that color. He calls it Indy green.
The guys running security for the event immediately let you in when you come up to the door. You figure they must know who you are because you’re always here during the day. Actually, you were here this morning studying with Indy. He has a test tomorrow. Maybe he invited you over for a quick cram session. You should have brought your backpack.
People are crammed elbows to elbows in the little two-story. Outside too. Half of the campus must be here. You finally find a familiar face, one of the younger pledges, and you ask him where Indy is. He points upstairs. Maybe Indy wasn’t in the mood for a party. You’ll ask him later.
He lives in the first room after the staircase. He likes it because he only has one neighbor.
You knock first. A couple seconds later, he answers. Evanescence plays in the background softly. You think... it’s a song from Fallen, but you can’t be sure. Knowing him it probably is.
“Hi,” he says, leaning against the door frame. He makes it look small.
He waves you in. You notice his shiny black nails. He must have just painted them. You grab his hand as you enter and bring his fingers close to your eyes. He has model hands. His hands are decorated with thick and thin steel rings, silver and black. He curls his long fingers around yours.
“What’re you lookin’ at,” he laughs, an impish smirk spanning his lips.
“They’re pretty, Indy.” You want to shove them in your mouth.
He pulls you along to his bed, and you sit beside him. Running a hand through his dark hair, he looks down at you and stares. His eyes sparkle. Something is different in the way he’s looking at you. You hope he feels it too.
“Did you want to study?” you ask, testing the waters. It’s the path of least resistance to find out why he asked you over.
He snorts and flicks the side of your arm. “Tonight? On a Thursday?”
You nod. “Yeah? You have a test tomorrow.”
“We studied. I’ve got it. I’m not worried.” He narrows his eyes. “Is that why you thought I wanted you to come over?”
“Maybe.”
He looks away and clasps his hands on his lap or picks at the tears in his faded jeans. “You’re wrong.”
“Why did you—”
Indy cuts you off. “Cause I wanted to spend time with you. Got tired of that fucking party ‘cause it’s shit without you. The guys told me not to bring a date this time.” Indy lies down on his bed, situating himself with his head on the pillow. He turns his body to face you.
In the midnight sheets, his skin is ghostlike. Sometimes you wonder if he’s just a figment of your imagination. He’s too pretty to be real.
You lie down beside him. This isn’t uncommon. He likes to cuddle sometimes when he’s in the mood. The metal beads on his leather bracelet are cold on your stomach. He holds you close to his chest for a minute or two before turning on his back to reach for the tv remote.
“Wanna watch something?” he asks, switching the tv on.
You shrug. “I don’t care. Only if you do.”
“If... you don’t care,” he whispers.
You don’t need to look up to know what he’s watching. Almost every time you guys hang out like this, he watches Batman Beyond. Hasn’t he seen it at least four times at this point? Nevertheless, you enjoy watching it with him. It’s really the only time you’ve witnessed him completely geek out over something. He’ll pause the show to answer any question you have. The way he comes alive when he talks to you about the things he adores is so precious to you. Even though you’re very, very familiar with the characters now, you still act like you aren’t, just so you can ask him about them. You like the way he explains things. He’s so confident, and it’s seductive, and you don’t want to wait anymore. You can’t. You need to kiss him. Maybe you should ask for permission, but you know he’d tease you for it. So, you decide to go for it while he’s lying there beside you.
Pushing up on the bed, you hover over him for a moment. Instantly, he notices and gazes into your eyes. Indy’s face is blank, void of all emotion and judgment. You can’t know what he’s thinking. He doesn’t let you. But you can’t back down. You’ve already committed to showing him what you want.
Indy’s lips are softer than you expected. Your mouth fits to his like puzzle pieces. You tangle your fingers in his hair. And he lets you kiss him for what feels like hours. You know that it’s only a moment truly. But you wish it could go on all night long.
Satisfied, you sit up, and he follows. He speaks first before you could even get a word in to explain yourself.
“If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just said it.”
Flustered, you look away. “I’m sorry. I’m so dumb, Indy. I know you don’t want me like that.”
“Who says?”
You only shrug. No one’s ever said that, but he’s never made it clear that he wants more than friendship
Indy leans close. He holds up his hand. “Can I grab you here?” Gently, he wraps his fingers around your neck like he wants to choke you.
You swallow and feel the motion of your throat collide with his skin. “Yes,” you whisper.
His grip tightens, not by much. As he falls on you, Indy pushes you down onto the bed, holding you by the neck. His sinful mouth devours yours as his weight crushes you into the pillows and bed sheets. The kiss turns wet when his tongue slips inside, and he explores you. Before Indy, you had always thought girls were just were exaggerating when they said he had his tongue down my throat
His bangs tickle your forehead and the side of your face. His hair almost reaches his shoulders now, but you like it long. It’s easier to tug on and play with, especially in moments like these. Between your fingers, his hair is taut silk darker than demons’ eyes. He moans into you when you tug, and he seems to like it hard.
When he’s finished, Indy leaves your mouth sensitive and wet with an exchange of fluids. You lick them, savoring the leftovers, and all you can think about is more. More from him. More of him.
His silver chains dangle around his neck and catch the dimmed bedroom light. Through the loose neckline of his shirt, you see milky skin, and you start to lift his shirt to touch him.
“Baby, you wanna go all the way, huh?” He lets go of your throat to take off his shirt. The dark fabric slides up his lithe body. His hair is tousled from the action. “Didn’t know you were that hot for me. Dammit, why did you wait so long to do something about it?”
“Why did you?” you look up at him with your eyes big and wide, lips pouting. It’s true. You had wanted him to move in on you first. But time had made you impatient.
“Didn’t wanna ruin us...” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist, nestling his face in the sweet curve of your neck. “What we have is so good.”
“I think it’s worth the risk,” you whisper.
He sighs lowly, very contently. “That’s just what I thought too.” He kisses your shoulder. And he starts grinding his hips into you, needing the friction, his budding erection digging into you already. “Want it now, baby?”
#heart divider by cafekitsune#ava x indy#indy x reader#indy smut#indy x reader smut#hanasnx#indy x you#hanasnx x reader#hanasnx smut#fratboy!indy
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by ava xoxo | formerly @/justadmiringanakin
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