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kinda fucks me up to know that the first among anakin's immediate friends and family to realize he'd become a danger to them was threepio. like what about anakin triggered his threat sensors? was it the way he moved? the expression on his face? what about the youngling slaughter clung to him? how could a droid sense the dark side when those who love him couldn't see it?
This weapon is your life!
ANAKIN SKYWALKER and OBI-WAN KENOBI Attack of the Clones deleted scene from a trailer
Coruscant, Naboo, Tatooine
long day retiring separatists amirighttttttt
what if the jedi order was like some blade runner shit… detective skywalker… cue vangelis tears in rain on blast
also visual canon be damned idgaf 🤬
Ahsoka's graduation day 🌟
she's doing a peace sign bc this AU is all about peace 😔
Part of the Order 66-never-happened-AU
the first time anakin saw obi wan flirt to his advantage he was, quite surprised, to say the least
dilf!anakin would definitely be the type to steal you away from the kids for a while just to fuck you.
he'd come up with some random excuse like "we gotta go have a private talk" while grabbing your hand and dragging you to the bedroom. as soon as he shuts the door, he would be so quick to strip you from your clothes, pawing at your ass and tits, until you're totally naked above him.
"shhh baby can't let the kids hear us." his hot breath fanning your neck as you bounce on his thick cock. it would be absolutely impossible for you to keep quiet.
"needed you so bad angel, i just couldn't wait." he grunts, his hips thrusting harshly up to meet yours.
your kids would eventually start knocking on the door needing you for whatever reason, but anakin doesn't care, he still needs you. his hand slips right down to your clit, making you quickly clamp your mouth shut to prevent any noise coming from escaping. your orgasm creeping closer and closer.
"just a minute, mommy's coming!"
"isn't that right mommy?"
Anakin Skywalker: A headboard gripper
WARNING: Nsfw content !!! Content: p in v sex, cream pie, dirty talk. A headboard was, in fact, hurt during the production of this drabble. Not proofread and written in the middle of the night after uni classes lol.
shoutout to my friend Emma for asking me this incredible question and fueling my drained mind to write something <3
Ofc he is a headboard gripper!
Using it as leverage to fuck deeper into you, yes sir
But I think he would use it specifically to get you full of him
He's strong af and he has the Force... this? yeah, this is to assert dominance
You're already stuffed by his thick cock, but he needs more: he wants to drown every single one of your senses, until the only thing you could do is feel him, taste him, see him.
Hazy vision, your sweaty body sticky and pressed to his. Hair out of line and all over your face. You're the most wonderful mess he has ever seen.
You borderline sound like a porn star, whimpering so high and loud, moaning his name because that's the only thing you could remember.
Legs wrapped around his waist, your ankles pushing his fit butt so he thrusts harder. Your boobs are bouncing to the rhythm of his hips and he takes the opportunity to rest his face in between them.
You crave more, your spongy walls convulsing around him in the hope to milk him for all of his worth.
Who is he to deny you your orgasm... any longer than he already has?
"You close, baby?" He pants, flexing his arms while he lowers his head to lick the drool off the corner of your mouth.
"Mmph-" You roll your eyes, so into the sub space of your mind to answer a real word. "Ani..." You indulge his desire to hear your voice, just for a bit.
"Yeah, my baby's close. Clenching around me like a vice." He hums half a groan, half a moan. "Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."
"I-I-" You whine when he reangles to hit your G-spot better. "I want more!" You cry out loud, clasping his shoulders to survive the hellish pace he had set.
"More what, pretty girl?" He cocks a narcissistic eyebrow, looking down at your pathetic face.
And that's when he does it. Stretching his arm over his head, he grips the headboard of the shaking bed and hammers faster into you. And now he is everything you can see. Just like he wanted.
He knows the view of his abs curling as his hips buck forward drove you crazy every time. If it wasn't because you indeed love to see his chiseled torso, you would have already shut him up.
"More cock!" You quiver underneath him, completely in trance with the sight of a drip of sweat falling from his pecs and his toned bicep tensing at the effort. Veins popping to show off his strength. "More you." You moan in the low.
Side note: I also think Anakin has broken a shit ton of headboards, specially when he is gripping them with his mechanical hand.
He just can't measure his strength !!!!
Also he would totally be like: "want me to fix that?", MID FUCK AND PANTING LIKE THE SLUT HE IS
and yeah ofc he repairs what he broke
except for your pussy
obsessed with the idea of reality tv in star wars...imagine there being a Real Huttwives of Tatooine show. the jedi order has to fend off constant requests to have a jedi appear on the Bachelor. Fancasts always include Obi-Wan and Kit Fisto. Anakin religiously keeps up with 36 different shows. Ahsoka once signs him up for the bachelorette as a joke, except it works, and then an unsuspecting Anakin has to field a Call from Padme about what her husband is up to. Space twitter has never been so disappointed when casting announcement is hastily retracted. Obi-Wan goes on the Great Coruscanti Baking Show once for charity but the episode never airs for reasons that are never explained. It becomes the holonet's white whale. Love Island except it's all wookies. Naked and Afraid but it's all shaved wookies. the possibilities are endless and i believe with enough effort and funding we as the sw fandom can explore each and every one
DAVE FILONI’S ORIGINAL CHARACTERS IN LIVE ACTION
“ commander, with all due respect. If after this is over, the general won’t kill you, I will. ” It’s babysitter Rex. With the wrong phase helmet cuse I like his amore phase 2 more. Sue me.
never gonna shut up about this i'm sorry
HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN AND ARIANA GREENBLATT as Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano Ahsoka: Part 5 - Shadow Warrior (2023)
Star “She’s royalty, I'm just a boy” Wars
One Shot: Break the Ice//Anakin X Reader
Summary: After you’ve been particularly cold towards Anakin during a senatorial party, he decides to remind you who’s in charge.
Warnings: Some sensory shit cause Anakin uses ice on the reader, can’t stress this enough READER IS TEASED WITH ICE, dom/sub, soft dom Ani, some begging, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, typos and bad writing, I’m tired y’all!
A/N: I wrote this based of an Anakin gif and Britney Spears song in about two days so sorry if it’s crap! Love y'all and hope you enjoy!
Word count: 2.2K
You sat impatiently near a few other senators, the room filled with the Lively sounds of shallow conversation and the clinking of glasses. You drummed your fingers lightly against your knee, trying not to let your utter boredom show in your expression. With a sigh, you turned your gaze to the clock, counting down the minutes till you could flee back to the refuge of your apartment and the arms of your Anakin.
“Greetings senator.” Said a familiar voice from behind you. Before you even acknowledged his presence, you scanned the room for signs of any watchful Jedi, any senators that would be on the lookout for gossip, any droids that might repeat snippets of conversations. Any threats.
“Hello general Skywalker.” You replied, a coolness creeping its way into your voice. You turned in your seat to face your lover, attempting to appear as disinterested as possible. His eyes meet yours, searching for an answer to your strange behavior.
“Enjoying the party?”
“Oh immensely.” You lied.
“Really? Because you seem a little…” He paused, trying to find the right words.
You lowered your voice slightly so as to not run the risk of being overheard. “Well there are just so many people here. I’d hate for anyone to see a senator talking to a Jedi and get the wrong impression.” He looked at you with a bemused expression, eyebrows slightly raised and a cocky smile gracing his lips.
“I see.” The two of you fell silent, letting the sounds of the party fill the tension.
“Well,” you said, clearing your throat as you stood. “I must be going.” You picked up your drink and started to move across the room.
“Senator.” Anakin said quietly in a way of farewell, watching as you walked away.
“General.”
Weiterlesen
Nights With Anakin
A/N: Ok, It has come to my attention that Anakin is a night owl and Obi Wan is most definitely a morning person. (Ewww but I still love him!) Anyways, I’m doing headcannons for spending that time of day with them, enjoy!)
-Anakin’s bed time is roughly 2 in the morning
-Honestly he has no sleep schedule
-Anakin finds that he has to most motivation to build and tinker with his droids late at night
-Sometimes he’ll even wake up just because he has an idea that he has to try out
- “Go back to sleep baby, I just need to try something real quick. R2 is going to love this new adjustment!” He’ll say as he leaps out of bed
-If you’re not to tired, sometimes you sit next to him and watch him tinker, fascinated by the way his nimble fingers move, flesh and mechanical.
-You also always ask a million questions about what he’s doing, but he never seems to mind.
- “What does that do?”
“That’s the on switch.”
“Oh, And that one?”
“That’s his mute button.”
“We should get you one of those!” You say playfully as you give him a kiss on the cheek.
-As we all know, 1 AM is the absolute best time for random dance parties, and Anakin lives by that rule
-The two of you will just turn on some space tunes and jam out
-occasionally dance offs ensue
-Be warned, he has moves!
-But if it’s a more quite night, you guys will turn on some slow, romantic tunes before dancing your way out onto the balcony
- “you’re so beautiful.” He tells you as the two of you sway together, his arms wrapped around your waist. He is always in awe of how the moonlight illuminates your features
-You feel your face heat and you hide in the crook of his neck, listening to him chuckle at your action
-If its a clear, starry night, you two will order the equivalent to a space pizza and sit under the night sky, marveling at her beauty.
-You’ll compete with him to see who can name more stars
- “How many of those will you go to with me?” You ask referring to the stars.
He smiles at you, “All of them.”
-When you guys finally go to bed, you fall asleep rather quickly
-Anakin will cuddle you tightly against his chest while you let his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep.
-If Anakin wakes up because of a nightmare, you are always there to comfort him
-You’ll hold him tightly in your arms and stroke his soft hair while you tell him soothing things
-You always look forward to nights with Anakin!
What about a fic where reader gets stuck in a storm (sand storm?) and anakin has to come to the rescue? Bonus points for fluff
I Don’t Like Sand // Anakin X Reader One shot.
A/N: So I literally did the opposite of fluff I am so sorry! This may or may not be the crigiest thing I’ve ever written, idk!
Warnings: Angst! So much angst! but a lil fluff! mentions of injury, mentions of death and grief.
Word count: 1K
“Come on.” You pleaded through gritted teeth, attempting to start the uncooperative speeder for the thousandth time. Shoulders slumped in defeat, you finally gave up making the blasted thing work and rested your forehead against the handle bars with a sigh.
Surrounding you was an endless sea of sand, stretching out as far as the eye could see. It swallowed every visible inch of land. The heat of the unforgiving sun stung the exposed skin of your neck, but you were too defeated to care about it. Your eyes took in the way the sun cast it golden glow over the dunes, highlighting their tones of red and yellow. It was almost beautiful.
Although it wasn't Tatooine, the similarities between the two planets were undeniable, and it seemed that you were not the only one to make that connection. The moment you and Anakin set foot on the ground he changed. His usual playful demeanor faded away, leaving a cold, reserved Anakin in its place. With everything he’s been through, I can’t really blame him. You thought, remembering what he had told you of his life as a slave.
Shaking the thoughts from your mind, you sat up straight and grabbed your comlink. Guess I gotta call Ani if I want to get out of here anytime soon. As you went to dial him, you felt a slight gust of wind brush against your back, an odd contrast to the hot, still air that filled the desert. Looking up, you noticed the sky had turned an ominous gray. That can’t be good.
The com link came to life in your palm, Anakin’s voice coming through. “Y/n, have you reached the destination?”
“Negative.” You replied. “The speeder broke down and I can’t fix it. Looks like I’ll need a lift.” The sky grew ever darker around you, and the wind began to carry the sand along with it, swirling it about before it fell back to the ground. “And soon.”
“I’m on my way.” He said before hanging up, a sense of urgency heavy in his tone.
***
Anakin walked quickly to the ship, a purpose in his step and an aura of intense focus surrounding him. He didn't stop to tell anyone where he was going, there wasn't any time. Anakin climbed into his ship, the clones around paying him no mind. As he began to fiddle with the controls, he was unable to stop the slight shake in his hand. He took off out of the base into the sky as tendrils of sand swirled higher and higher, devouring the darkening horizon. Sand. He hated everything it represented for him, all the memories it brought back. using his ship’s tracker, he locked onto your coordinates.
Anakin had seen plenty of sandstorms as a boy and knew of all the horrible things that happened to people unlucky enough to find themselves stuck in one. And by the Maker, he wasn't going to let any of them happen to you.
It was beginning to get hard to see through the debris, and the wind shook the ship so fiercely that it became a challenge to get a steady grip on the controls. A lesser pilot would have been thrown to the ground almost immediately. But not Anakin. He focused all of his energy on keeping the ship steady, at any rate it was an excuse to avoid the memories of Tatooine.
Memories of sand storms so thick you could see a foot in front of you, the kind where dust snuck in under the nooks and crannies of doorways and windows, stinging your eyes and lungs. He remembered all the people he witnessed attempting to brave the sand dunes of Tatooine, only to be swallowed up by desert storms, never to be seen from again. Or worse, the ones who did come back. The ones who were dragged back into the spaceport on the brink of death, dehydrated from days laying in the heat, too exhausted to move, skin burnt to a crisp from the harsh suns.
No! He reprimanded himself, tightening his grip on the wheel until it was borderline painful. Focus. The wind was beyond crazy now, making the ship tremble under its wrath, a sheen of gray completely obscuring the once unforgiving sun. Maker what if he couldn’t find you? What if you fixed the speeder and tried to get away only to crash it? What if I’m too late?
He'd been late before. To save innocent refugees, political officials. Shimi. He would never forget that night, riding across the sand dunes as fast as the spreader would allow, pushing the machine to its limits, the same sense of dread and fear that filled him then writhed inside of his chest once again.
And then there was the blinding sadness when he saw her broken body lying on the sand covered floor of the Tuskin hut, the all encompassing helplessness and shame. He’d failed. And the feeling of holding her in his arms as life fled from his mother’s eyes…
No! He would not let that happen again, he would not let that happen to you!
Anakin glanced down at the tracking signal again to see your location so agonizingly close. He lowered the ship towards the ground, frantically searching for signs of life through the dusty haze covering the windshield. There! He could just make out the silhouette of a figure and a speeder in front of him. He lowered the ship as close to the ground as he could before opening the door, doing his best to keep it steady.
He ran towards the entrance, holding his hand up to block him from the sand blasting into the ship, waiting to see any sign of you. Out of the gray sandy haze, your figure appeared, jogging into the ship and closing the door behind you.
“An-Anakin!” You called, coughing up the dust from your throat. Though you were covered in layers of dirt, he wasted no time wrapping you in a bone crushing hug.
“Maker, I’m so glad you're ok! Next time let me check your speeder before you leave, or take some clone with you, better yet-“
You pulled back from him. “Ani, I’m fine.” You reassured him, a gentle smile spreading across your face as you cupped his face in your hand. “Thank you for coming to get me baby.” You stared deep into his eyes, seeing the fear and turmoil that laid inside him. “It was only a little storm, I would have been fine.”
“I know.” He responded, his voice wavering just the tiniest bit.
You paused, attempting to find the right words. “I know being somewhere like this isn't easy for you. Do you want to talk about it?”
“I...just,” he looked down at you, to your expression so full of love, your eyes, holding the same caring compassion that his mothers had. He pulled you back against him, tighter. “I don’t like sand.”
Tag list: @mysteryofkokoro @dexthtoyounglings @chokemeanakin @anakinsslag @sarapixieelliott08 @anakinravageme @anakinswhore
Could you write a cute Anakin x Senator! Reader oneshot, where Reader and Anakin are 'trapped' in a snowed-in cave... and they make camp in the cave and spend some much-needed quality time with one another?
One Shot: Snowed In // Anakin Skywalker X Gn!Reader
A/N: Thank you for this request, I fell in love with this idea! Sorry it took me so long to write! I tried to make it gender neutral which I’ve never really done before, if I have messed something up PLEASE let me know for the future! Also, this counts as my holiday themed fic for the year! (Even though it’s January 5th)
Word count: 900 (I know, I know, it’s short)
Warnings: An explosion, being temporarily trapped. Established relationship, I didn't really edit half of this, typos, and fluff!!!!!
“Rex, Rex come in! Rex can you hear me?” You called into the com link only to be met with a steady buzz.
“Any luck?” Anakin asked from behind you, searching throughout the snow filled cavern for some kind of salvation.
“Nope.” You sighed in frustration, snapping the device back onto your belt. “Comlink’s being stupid, if we can’t notify Rex, then I’m afraid we’re gonna be here for a while.”
He turned to face you with an expression of mock hurt. “You say that like it’s a bad thing to be stuck here with me!”
You rolled your eyes as you walked over to Anakin, snaking your arms around his waist as he studied the collapsed cave entrance. “Of course not!” The warmth of him in your arms made you forget all about the cave’s biting chill. “Besides, you’re the only thing that's gonna keep me sane while we wait.” With that you placed a small peck atop the armor strapped to his shoulder. You didn't have to see his face to know your playful exchange brought a smile to his lips.
Suddenly, the com link on your belt crackled to life, Rex’s static voice echoing through the ice cavern. “Senator, are you alright?”
You unraveled yourself from Anakin and snatched the device up, the relief of hearing Rex’s voice and the fear that you could lose his signal at any moment churning in your gut. “Rex! Yes, we’re ok! Me and An- General Skywalker were scouting out a cave when the entrance collapsed. I’ll send you the coordinates.”
“Y-yes si-”
With that, Rex’s voice fizzled out.
***
“You’re being too hard on yourself, it looks just like him!” You said from your seat on Anakin’s lap, his arms lovingly wrapped around your waist, shielding you from the chill.
He laughed, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck. “If I just had some twigs or something I could make his circuit board an-“
“Oh hush,” You playfully swatted his arm. “You’re your own worst critic.” The two of you stared at the snow astromech droid sitting in front of you, a domed topped mound of snow with pebbles in place of eyes. You giggled. “I wonder what R2 would think of our creation.”
Anakin hummed. “I think he’d either be honored or deeply offended that we didn’t quite capture his ferocity.”
You chuckled. “He is one scary lil’ droid when he wants to be!”
The two of you laughed together, the sound of joy spreading throughout the empty cavern, making the atmosphere feel slightly less cold. As the laughter died down you let out a sigh of contentment, letting your fingers dance through the curls of Ani’s hair.
“This is nice,” you said, nuzzling into the side of his neck. “Getting some alone time together. Kinda crappy that the only way we can get time to ourselves is by being stuck in an ice cave, but still, it’s nice.”
“I agree. It’s wonderful to just be… us for a little bit.”
You nodded. “No General Skywalker or Senator y/n, just us.”
Pulling back your hood, Anakin trailed gentle kisses along the side of your neck. “Us. I like that.”
“Oh maker, you’re so cheesy sometimes.” You giggled.
“Hey! I thought you liked cheesy.”
You turned to face him with a smile, your lips inches from his. “Hmm, only when it comes from you.” Your faces drifted closer together until your lips gently brushed against his, the cold seeming to disappear from your surroundings, chased away by the warmth of your love.
“Still,” You said, pulling back from him. “I kinda hope they get here soon, it’s much too cold for my liking.”
“I actually don’t mind it that much.”
“Guess you like snow better than sand huh?” Anakin flashed you an unamused expression. “Oh come one, that was funny!”
“It was one time y/n!” He said, but despite his teasing tone a smile graced his face. As the two of you began laughing yet again, you were interrupted by a noise at the cave entrance. Your heads whipped around just in time to see an explosion consum the entrance of the cave, a wave of ice and smoke swirling upwards and obscuring the view.
Leaping off of Anakin’s lap, you sprinted over to the entrance, frantically waving your hands to disperse the cloudy air. “Rex!.” You called out.
“Over here senator!” As the air cleared, the figures of Rex along with others of the 501ist became visible, along with several speeders parked behind them.
You ran out of the cave towards him, a wide grin spreading across your face. “Oh maker, you’re a sight for sore eyes!”
“You and the General both alright?” He questioned, placing his explosive equipment back on his belt.
“We’re both alright Rex,” Anakin said from behind you as he emerged from the cavern. “Just a little cold is all.”
“Good to hear Sirs. I suggest we return to camp.”
“Agreed.” You said. As Rex turned to walk back to the speeders you quickly slipped your hand into Anakin’s. He looked down at you, slightly confused by the public display of affection. “I enjoyed spending time with you Ani.” You whispered.
His look of confusion turned to adortion as he gave your hand a loving squeeze. “Me too baby.”
Moving towards the speeders, you let your hand fall away from his grasp. “General.” You said cordoly as you walked away.
“Senator.” Anakin replied before following you over to the troops.
Tagging: @anakinswhore @chokemeanakin (Hope it’s ok that I tagged u!) @princessxkenobi
Robe a l’Anglaise
Dress c.1748; Altered c.1780
Fashion Museum Bath via Twitter
Robe a l’Anglaise
c.1770
British
This robe à l’anglaise is a superb expression of the English taste in dress—skillful cut and construction, and free from elaborate trimmings—a sensibility that increasingly influenced European modes of dress in the late eighteenth century. The refined simplicity and neat tailoring associated with English dress grew increasingly influential in France during the latter half of the eighteenth century. By the 1770s, French fashion magazines regularly featured the robe à l’anglaise, praising its elegance and modest charm. This example is impeccably made and discreetly adorned, its sole ornamentation being bands of pinked, self-fabric trim. The choice of textile, a delicately patterned silk damask dating to the 1730s, is evidence of the common eighteenth-century practice of repurposing finely woven fabrics.
The MET (Accession Number: 2018.111a, b)
Pet-en-l'air robe
c.1770
British
The MET (Accession Number: 2018.110a–c)
Dress
c.1745; Restyled c.1760
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Robe à la Française
1760-1770
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
"Women with coquettish airs were imposing in robes à la française and robes à l'anglaise throughout the period between 1720 and 1780. The robe à la française was derived from the loose negligee sacque dress of the earlier part of the century, which was pleated from the shoulders at the front at the back. The silhouette, composed of a funnel-shaped bust feeding into wide rectangular skirts, was inspired by Spanish designs of the previous century and allowed for expansive amounts of textiles with delicate Rococo curvilinear decoration. The wide skirts, which were often open at the front to expose a highly decorated underskirt, were supported by panniers created from padding and hoops of different materials such as cane, baleen or metal. The robes à la française are renowned for the beauty of their textiles, the cut of the back employing box pleats and skirt decorations, known as robings, which showed endless imagination and variety."
This is one of the dresses that I was truly surprised to see had never been on display, because to me this dress epitomizes the rococo era with its pastel blue, delicate floral pattern, pretty ruffles and ribbons, and flirtatious bows. Imagine how stunning it must have been with all of its lacy sleeve ruffles and undergarments, carefully rouged cheeks, glittering jewelry, and huge elaborate hair. It is truly one of my favorites.
I wanted to draw happy Anakin… but then I got carried away with this Senator!Anakin AU idea I had and well