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tennessoui · 11 months

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hi kit! I was rereading your playmaker au (I absolutely love it btw!!!) and I have soo many questions! Like? How does qui-gon react to obi-wan showing up to the ball/gala/thing(?) with anakin? is he angry? upset (probably not lol)? does he talk to obi-wan/anakin or does he just ignore them outright? does anakin provoke him (of course he does but howwww???)

also, obviously your writing is amazing and I love literally everything you do!!!! <33333333

here is what happens at the policeman's ball! told from mace windu's pov (in this au he was like obi-wan's supervisor)! i think qui-gon is definitely furious, but after this night he also pivots to try and get obi-wan's loyalty back -- but before that, there's the anger

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Mace Windu has a headache and a terrible feeling about this whole thing. He never likes anything that has to do with the City politicians, especially the Mayor, and the annual Policeman’s Ball is probably the thing he likes the least.

It’s opulent and gaudy and uncomfortable to have so many eyes on him, on their work, as if they care about him and the department any other day of the year. But he knows as well as any of the detectives that this Ball is the bed they must get into with the politicians, the city’s most wealthy. Here is the night money slides across palms, deals are struck and good men leave their morals at the door.

Just for one night. Just for the sake of their offices, their men. Those who schmooze the best, woo the most politicians, the most wealthy elite, are the ones who get the better budgets, the newer equipment. And Mace is Coruscant born and bred: he, like everyone else, knows that morals are the first things to go when lives are on the line.

Maybe it wasn’t always like this, but Mace cannot remember another way. Not in this city where even the politicians don’t have the actual power nor the funds or means to oust the men who do--the men and women who cut through the crowds with sharp smiles and rough palms, heads high and proud, draped in diamonds and pretty things, suits clean-cut and perfectly tailored.

Members of mobs, inside the city and out. Leaders of far-reaching crime syndicates, the kind Mace has committed his life’s work to fighting, to rooting out of Coruscant.

Everyone knows who they’re climbing into bed with when they shake Asajj Ventress’ hand to seal a deal, when they laugh too hard at Rush Clovis’ comment, when they fall over themselves to give Anakin Skywalker their attention.

No one admits it.

Mace has lost men—good men—in the pursuit of justice against the mobs of Coruscant, sure that with enough evidence, he can put at least one away for life. It’s a dream he and his captain, Qui-Gon Jinn share.

Tilting his head, Mace finds his superior in the crowd, the man’s tall and unmistakable hair making him stand out as much as his stony silence and refusal to play along this year.

He wonders if Jinn feels the same exhaustion as Mace does. The dream has never felt farther away. The price has never seemed so steep.

Jinn lost his son, not even six months ago. The boy had been bright and clever, and Mace had looked at him and felt hope for the future of the city, all bundled up in Obi-Wan Kenobi’s soft smile.

He never should have been sent undercover. Mace shouldn’t have allowed it when Jinn passed down the orders. Kenobi was too young, too willing to prove himself, too naive for the mission.

And Vader took him, made him into just another bright young light snuffed out before its time.

Mace downs the rest of his drink and cuts through the crowd to reach Jinn’s side when he notices the mayor approaching. Jinn had insisted on coming—truly, he couldn’t not attend as their captain—but he will not be at his sharpest, at his most willing to play along tonight.

Jinn has always had the strongest morality of any guy Mace knows in the force, but he’d been willing to say what he had to say in the past to look out for his men, play nice with the politicians for the better budgets, the new supplies.

Losing his son changed something in him though. Made him colder. Made him cling even tighter to his morals.

With a dead wife and an estranged son, his convictions were all he had left—save for his job.

“Mayor Palpatine,” Mace says easily, holding his hand out to shake the mayor’s hand. “You’ve outdone yourself this year.”

The mayor smiles at him with a sick sort of grin, but his attention is almost completely focussed on Jinn. “You know how much I enjoy the Policeman’s Ball. All of Coruscant’s best and brightest in one place for one night…a marvelous opportunity to strengthen our friendships, build trust, and honor those who protect us.”

Jinn’s returning smile looks stretched far too thin across his face. Mace closes his eyes in silent prayer that Jinn will hold his tongue.

“All of the riches of Coruscant in one place,” Jinn says, “and those who are bound by duty to protect them.”

“And what a noble calling that is,” the mayor smiles and there is something wrong about it, something terrible. “Only few are truly cut out for such a path, Captain Jinn, and we thank you for your stalwart service.”

He pauses and his face shifts into one of regret. Mace feels on edge.

“In fact,” Mayor Palpatine says, “I was just chatting with your son, and he—”

“He’s here?” Jinn straightens his shoulders, posture becoming ramrod straight as his eyes leave the mayor to roam around the rented room. “How?”

“Oh?” Palpatine raises both his eyebrows in mock surprise. “You didn’t know?”

“My son is no longer with the Force,” Jinn bites out, voice filled with more venom than Mace has ever heard before. “He should not have been allowed to come tonight.”

“Ah,” Palpatine says. “I see there’s been some confusion. Your son is attending as Mr. Skywalker’s companion for the evening, not as a member of the police force. Though—there they are actually. I do hope I did not ruin a surprise visit!”

Mace, with a feeling of dread welling up in his gut, turns his head to look at the two men Palpatine is now gesturing forward.

Anakin Skywalker prowls towards them like some great beast returning from a hunt with prey already dead between his jaws, or like an emperor returning to his city fresh from a conquering.

He looks neat and pristine, eyes crinkling with the force of his smirk as he guides Obi-Wan Kenobi to meet them with a hand pressed to the boy’s lower back.

Still some paces away, Skywalker leans down to whisper something into Obi-Wan’s ear, and the boy snaps back with a scowl, voice soft so as to hide his words.

The boy’s hair is short and rather awkwardly cut, but it’s the same strawberry-blonde Mace remembers seeing the boy’s mother wear. His eyes are hers as well, clear, light blue, though they have none of the softness Mace recalls him having before they sent him undercover.

He looks well-fed at least, and he holds himself close to Skywalker’s body, as if he truly feels safe in the claws of a dragon.

Since the last time he saw the boy leaving the precinct, on his way into Skywalker’s arms, he has wondered how Obi-Wan liked his new life. If he felt like it was worth it, to lose his job and his father and his future for the mobster who would never be capable of loving him back, not truly.

Looking at Obi-Wan now, dressed in expensive, soft-looking clothes, and carefully held in Skywalker’s arm, Mace can’t deny that the boy looks fine.

Healthy. Happy, if not for the current scowl marring his features.

“Gentleman,” Skywalker says when they reach them, holding out a hand for Jinn to shake.

Jinn does not move.

Skywalker’s eyes flash like flint sparking, and he adjusts his grip on Obi-Wan, pulling him fiirmly into his side and slightly in front of him, even as he drops his hand.

The tension in the air chokes any sort of conversation starter Mace can think of before it leaves his lips.

His eyes, without his conscious permission, remain stuck on the face of his biggest regret, unable to overlook the way Obi-Wan turns into the line of Skywalker’s body, as if taking comfort from his touch—as if Mace and Jinn are the lions and Skywalker Obi-Wan’s champion.

“I hadn’t realized you—” Palpatine starts to say, but he is cut off.

“Obi-Wan,” Jinn says suddenly, tone harsh, every inch the captain of the police. The tension in the air increases exponentially. Mace hadn’t realized that was possible. “You cut your hair.”

Something dark flashes across Skywalker’s face, and Mace watches as he moves his hand up to brush over the collar of Obi-Wan’s shirt, the exposed back of his neck.

“It’s in regulation,” Obi-Wan replies, looking for the first time this evening at his father. “Are you proud?”

The question is heavy, weighted: it always has been with Jinn and his son. Obi-Wan always did care less about if his father liked something he did and more about if he was proud.

“That your hair is in regulation?” Jinn’s lips are tight, jaw clenching and unclenching. “Obi-Wan, you have not spoken to me in six months. And you come tonight, to this event, on the arm of that monster, allowing him to move you about and speak for you, wearing clothes he bought you with money soaked in blood, and you ask if I am proud that you wear your hair to police standards? You have made a mockery of my life’s work, and you have lost yourself completely.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes look wet, and his hand is tangled in the pocket of Skywalker’s pants, seeking out connection. Mace closes his eyes and barely resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. He has been witness to more fights between Jinn and his son than he cares to remember.

Jinn always finds the worst words to say.

And Obi-Wan learned how to fight from his father’s example.

They’re ruthless and they’re cruel, and they fight each other like they’ll accept no survivors.

“You are no son of mine, Ben,” Jinn says, even though Mace knows how much the loss of Obi-Wan has affected the older man, knows he misses him, knows he loves him still.

Obi-Wan blinks rapidly, hurt naked on his face, before he wipes it clean off and raises his hand to tuck a short piece of hair behind his ear. The motion is slow, pointed, and Mace’s eyes catch immediately on the angry red lines circling his wrist.

Handcuff marks.

Mace takes a fortifying sip of his drink when he hears Jinn’s sharp inhale at the sight.

“Daddy,” Obi-Wan says, “can we go home? It’s close to the twins’ bedtimes, I don’t want to miss it.”

It’s Skywalker who responds, because it’s Skywalker Obi-Wan was looking at when he spoke. It’s Skywalker who wraps his arm securely around Obi-Wan’s waist and presses a kiss to his temple, dark eyes never straying from Jinn. “Yes, of course, sweetheart,” he tells Jinn, smirking like the cat who captured the canary right under the birdkeeper’s nose. “Gentlemen,” he says to Mace and the mayor. “Apologies for leaving early, but family calls.”

They are only half-turned around when Jinn recovers his tongue. “They are not your family, Obi-Wan,” he says. To Mace, he sounds as if he is begging. He wonders what Obi-Wan hears in his voice.

The boy turns his head to the side, posture perfect and nose pointed slightly up in cold disregard. “I would hardly call you an expert in family, Captain Jinn. You do not even have a son.”

Jinn moves sharply forward at this, reaching to touch his son’s arm. But before he can touch him, Skywalker intercepts him and grabs his wrist so tightly that Mace can see his hand flexing with the effort. Jinn’s bones must be grinding together. “Do not,” Skywalker says lowly and darkly, every syllable dripping with implicit violence. “Do not try to touch what is not yours, Captain.”

“Ani,” Obi-Wan murmurs, turning in his hold so as to rest his hand lightly on Skywalker’s chest. Mace tenses, wondering if Obi-Wan will be treated with the same violence, the same dark look for having the nerve to try and tame the beast.

He is not.

The moment their eyes lock, Skywalker lets go of Qui-Gon’s wrist in favor of tucking a piece of hair behind Obi-Wan’s ear once again. There is nothing performative about the action now—just a man who cannot help but touch his—his lover.

The thought sickens Mace, and he knows it must be worse for Qui-Gon, who is still standing where he was left, hand halfway reaching out to his son and far, far too late to ever catch him.

#asks #playmaker au #obikin #vaderwan #obi-wan got so mad he called anakin daddy in front of his father #anakin is fascinated all over again and also hopes obi-wan knows that he is going to have to call him that again #and again and again

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sukugo · 2 years

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do we think Vader ever says “Luke I am your daddy” in bed or do i need to put myself in time out for horny Star Wars thoughts?

DJASDGJDSSH EVREN!!!!!!! i am actually putting u in time IN, where u are now obligated to tell me ALL your horny star wars thoughts

bc uhh this is what u have caused:

also what if the og scene but vader said daddy instead of father

daddy kinks run in the family 😔

#dasjsdasdkjasd IDEK WHAT TO SAY #i literally saw ur ask mid drawing obikin #and i IMMEDIATELY opened a new file to draw this #so i hope u know YOUR POWER #AND PLS TELL ME MORE #vader just wanted an opportunity to get called daddy himself 😔#i have many thoughts about this and half of it is #i cannot believe the first time i draw anakin getting fucked it's by fucking LUKE and NOT obi-wan #anyways #vaderluke fuckers come get y'all juice #vaderluke #analuke #f.ask #sw #f.art #f.stuff #ns4w

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anakinspraisekink · 1 year

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babysitter obi-wan?!?!?!?!?!?!

So !! This is a pretty new AU that I'm very excited about! It's a modern role reversal where college-aged Obi-Wan is the babysitter of dilf Anakin's twins because I love the babysitter trope and have to write it lol. The twins absolutely adore Obi-Wan (and so does Anakin), so that eventually they terrorize any other babysitter Anakin might hire and will only be good for Obi-Wan. So he stays. And he eventually moves in. And through it all Anakin and Obi-Wan start hooking up because the twins love to play dress up with Obi-Wan and make him into a "princess," and Anakin can't take the sight of him in makeup and dresses anymore (inspired by the scene in shallow grave hehe). He wants to spoil Obi-Wan properly!! And that's the story of how Obi-Wan becomes the twin's mommy ☺️

#lots of feminization in this one i think #and maybe ill even try Obi-Wan calling anakin daddy because i cant resist #and as an added detail: autistic Luke because i need that #asks #wip game #claire's stuff #obikin #babysitter au

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stars4ani · 2 months

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omg pls write dom!ani x sub!reader where he has to comfort her by fucking her senseless after having a bad training day with her master, obi wan.. they’re not even in his quarters or anywhere private, nope, they’re in the same training room obi wan was in just minutes ago🎀

he’d be so gentle with her bc today was extra stressful and she needs to feel all of him!

daddy kink pls

✩ nsfw 18+

tw daddy kink

anakin skywalker’s echoing footsteps are left unheard by you, your back against the wall and your head cradled in your bruised hands as you sit in a fetal position. he was the last person you wanted to deal with after particularly tough training, always taunting or demeaning you in some way. you know he's joking, you've known each other for years, he's always been like this, but today was just..too much.

“stop sulking, i need the training room.” his blunt tone breaks you out of your trance, head shooting up to look at the brunette standing over you. he lets out a soft chuckle when you flinch. “did i wake you up princess?” he teases, but his voice is softer now. in no way is anakin good with figuring out emotions, but with you it's different, with you he can sense every shift in your mood no matter how slight.

“well i’m tired ani” you pout, wide teary eyes making his dick strain against his pants.

chaste kisses quickly turn into something more as he has you against the wall, his big hands ridding you both of your robes.

“anakin” you warn breathlessly, but the desperate look in your eyes betrays your tone “someone might see”

“no one will see baby…” he coos, “just wanna make you feel better”

just his words, just the way he speaks makes you clench around nothing. his touch is hungry yet tender, his lips locked with yours as his coarse thumbs run along the inside of your thighs. the way he touched you was as if you would break if he was too rough, he was being softer than usual. his lips continue to move against yours in a way that makes your knees grow weak.

“you’re okay, i’ve got you” he whispers in between kisses as he steadies you, his larger hands move up your shoulders and carefully keep you in place.

the feeling of his rough fingers against your wet folds makes you let out a whimper, you’re babbling out intelligible pleas of desperation.

“wow baby, wanted it bad didn’t you?” the way you move your hips against his hand makes his eyes darken “so wet i don’t even have to warm you up with my fingers..you’d just take it all right? i know you will, you’re my good girl” he reassures, aligning himself with your throbbing hole, slapping his tip on your swollen clit a few times.

“yes! yes i promise i’ll- i’ll take it all! please daddy” you beg, the nickname gets a chuckle out of him. he knows you only call him that when you’re really worked up.

“shh” his hand moves up to cradle your face as he pushes himself deep inside you.

your broken moans let him know you’re close, he holds you tighter as you finish, whimpering into his neck.

“i should tell obi wan to be harder on you more often cause you took me so well”

#♡anakin #i was kicking my feet writing this ugh #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x you #anakin fanfiction #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker one shot #anakin oneshot

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a-dorin · 1 month

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“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” is so anakin x reader coded

~🍯

this one definitely pulls at my heartstrings because i can actually hear him saying this line.

here you go my honey <3

"rex, there's no way he did that," you can't help but let the laughter flow from your lips, warmth seeping in all throughout your face.

seventy-nines was packed to the brim tonight, bustling with clone troopers, twi'leks, togrutas, even a few jedi were in the mix. it was a night to celebrate, as the republic had just claimed victory over an intense battle with a heavily armed separatist fleet.

you were crammed into a corner booth with the boys of the 501st, their voices only growing in volume after every round. of course, you participated in a few shots yourself, probably a little too tipsy for your own good.

"yes, he did," rex nodded, "we all heard it."

"calling obi-wan daddy was not part of the plan but it worked," since anakin was to your right, you felt him shrug slightly, "it was a last minute decision."

once again, you felt the laughter taking over, nearly suffocating you as tears welled up in your eyes. the mere thought of anakin referring to obi-wan as "daddy" was enough to send you spiraling in your state. but thinking about obi-wan's reaction? gods, that really got you.

bringing a hand to your mouth, you covered the giggles that nearly consumed you, a stinging sensation clawing along your sides. your cheeks were burning now, the temperature around you only elevated.

"make sure to breathe," rex chuckled, "we need ya alive, general. we have more stories to share!"

"yeah," anakin leaned in, his lips nearly brushing your ear. the action sent a shiver down your spine, "i need you, general."

"anakin," you squeaked as you felt fingers massage your thigh, "you need to--"

"and i need to remind you of something. when you laugh like that -- you're so beautiful, you know that?"

his voice was low, just low enough for you to hear it. just as he finished his sentiment, his fingers massaged your thigh once more, almost to give you an indication that he meant every word.

"thank you," you murmured, "i hate my laugh."

"and i love it," the corners of his lips were curled into a meek grin. a tiny, boyish grin.

almost as if his statement was a confession. a secret not meant to be shared. at least, with you.

"do we need to separate you two?" a voice interrupted the moment, calling from across the table, "no attachments in the order! rah, rah, rah!"

"oh stop it," you couldn't help but giggle once more as you notice a faint pink hue tinging anakin's cheeks, "i was just giving her a compliment!"

"we know what compliments are," rex countered, a smug smirk painting his lips as he folded his arms across his chest.

"and what's that?" anakin arched a brow.

"words of affection, which means one thing. either you two are already deeply intimate with one another, or you're about to be."

#anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin #star wars #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker fluff #rex #captain rex #the clone wars

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awritessomething · 4 months

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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infernaleikon · 11 months

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riding the law au aka 50 y/o obi-wan who’s getting divorced and has the hots for 23 y/o law student anakin who is assisting with his case

enjoy!

(3k)

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“You could at least try to look happier to be here,” Quinlan says without looking up from studying the desserts as he flips the page of the menu. “It’s not like I’m making you put out after. Although, it might improve your mood.”

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, barely holding back an inelegant snort. “If you made me put out for inviting me to lunch?”

“Baby, you would be begging me for some sweet birthday love before the desserts are served if I turned it on,” Quinlan quips without missing a beat. When Obi-Wan flicks his eyes up to look at him, Quinlan is still studying his menu but the smirk on his face is insufferably cocky.

“Don’t call me baby.” Obi-Wan already regrets agreeing to come out for lunch today. He had very firm plans to avoid his phone or thinking about his current state of affairs by day drinking on his couch while watching wildlife or history documentaries. But in a moment of incandescent insanity he had made the mistake of telling Quinlan as much.

Which had landed him here. At a stupidly fancy restaurant for lunch with his best friend (though he is currently debating that label, really), in a fine suit, and nowhere near the sad state he’d hoped to be in by this time of day (without the option of achieving it either, given the very public and very pretentious setting).

“Sorry, daddy,” Quinlan says, and maybe Obi-Wan doesn’t need to get drunk. Maybe he needs to whack Quinlan. In the very public and very pretentious restaurant. The menu is solid enough to make it sting, at the very least.

Quinlan snaps his menu shut and leans back in his chair. “No objections to the sweet birthday love then?” he drawls. “The big five-oh deserves a formidable…entry, you know.”

“I will enter you,” Obi-Wan answers, reaching for his wine glass, “in a Taylor Swift lookalike contest. After bleaching your hair.”

Quinlan clutches at his chest with wide eyes and a barely concealed grin. “Vicious,” he gasps with faux-terror. “And here I thought you’d lost your edge and turned—” He scrunches his nose. “—vanilla.”

“Compared to you I have always been vanilla,” Obi-Wan says before taking a sip from his wine. At least his day involves day drinking after all.

Quinlan grins, wide and toothy, moving his own glass to make the wine swirl. He hums, eyeing Obi-Wan over the rim as he takes a sip. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, stud.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t deign to answer and instead returns to studying his menu. It’s never a good idea to let himself be goaded by Quinlan, and after years of friendship he does know all of Obi-Wan’s buttons, and even though he’s always insufferable about it, sometimes he pushes them to make Obi-Wan feel better.

“Aren’t you excited to be able to let loose in your prime cougar years?” Quinlan asks. “I distinctly remember you saying you look forward to getting finer.”

“I said older,” Obi-Wan points out without looking up.

“Same thing.” There’s that grin in Quinlan’s voice. He’s clearly not yet given up. “Come on, Kenobi, unclench. Why are you suddenly acting like your life is over?”

Obi-Wan sighs as he puts his menu down. “I’m f—”

“Mr. Kenobi?” a voice cuts in, and Obi-Wan snaps his mouth shut.

There’s an excited flutter in his chest, warm and thrilling, as he turns to face the source of the voice.

Anakin.

Anakin who had told Obi-Wan how excited he is about the opportunity to help out at the firm and with Obi-Wan’s case to gain work experience while studying to become a lawyer himself. Anakin who soaks up Obi-Wan’s attention like he’s been starving for it. Anakin who, in turn, gives Obi-Wan his own undivided attention whenever they talk, focusing on him like a laser and making Obi-Wan sweat from it beneath his shirt.

Anakin who is twenty-three years old.

Anakin who is blinking big, blue eyes at him, a faint but earnest smile playing around the corners of his mouth as Obi-Wan meets his gaze.

Obi-Wan unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion,” Anakin says as his eyes trail curiously over to Quinlan. “I saw you when I came in, and I thought I’d say hi.”

“No apologies necessary,” Obi-Wan says, waving him off. His mouth feels bone-dry. “Just having lunch with my f—”

“His side piece,” Quinlan cuts in with the sharp grin of a wolf. He’s leaned back in his chair, one arm hung over the backrest and holding his glass in the other hand, and oh, Obi-Wan is going to—

“He’s—you’re not.” Obi-Wan turns from Anakin to Quinlan. It comes out with far more vehemence than he anticipates, carrying a note of urgency and desperation that is entirely unbecoming on someone his age, really, especially regarding this; especially in front of Anakin. “You’re not flexible enough to be my side piece.”

Quinlan sniffs. “It’s not like you give me time to stretch.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t groan. He should’ve known better than to engage Quinlan. He does know better. “You know you don’t have to take every opening I give you,” he points out, and regrets it immediately.

Quinlan’s grin grows impossibly sharper.

“Don’t.” Obi-Wan levels him with a look and watches Quinlan raise his eyebrows, shrugging nonchalantly.

Turning back to Anakin, Obi-Wan finds him looking—Obi-Wan would say intrigued if he didn’t know better. There is a part of him that wants to run wild imagining the things Anakin would find enthralling, the things he’d enjoy, the kind of banter he’d engage in and how he’d react. But Anakin’s gaze sweeps over Quinlan once more before returning to Obi-Wan and it’s—unsurprising and not even quite disappointing. Quinlan has an effortless charm about him that’s hard to compete with.

Not that Obi-Wan is competing. He may be on his last shred of composure and dignity when it comes to Anakin but that one is still holding.

For now.

“Apologies,” Obi-Wan offers. Anakin blinks as if he’s coming back to himself. “Quinlan grew up surrounded by mannequins, with no human interaction, so he doesn’t know what is appropriate in social situations and what is not.”

“Sorry, daddy,” Quinlan chimes in.

Obi-Wan very nearly kicks him under the table.

“Uh,” Anakin says as he drops his eyes to his feet. There’s a flush high on his cheeks: a pretty, dusky pink that draws Obi-Wan’s attention like a beacon. He’s seen Anakin blush before; he actually quite enjoys flustering that boy himself and watching the color spread across his tanned skin. Anakin’s responsiveness is intoxicating. It’s dangerous.

Anakin looks back up and releases his bottom lip, now even plumper than usual and slightly shiny with spit, from between his teeth.

Obi-Wan’s last shred grows precariously thin.

Anakin clears his throat before he says, “Uh, nice to—um—meet you,” as he turns his attention to Quinlan once more.

Obi-Wan is never going out with Quinlan again, no matter how slim the chances are of running into Anaki—people. Who Obi-Wan may or may not be more or less ruinously attracted to.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan starts before Quinlan gets rolling again, “works at the law firm handling m—the divorce. He’s helping with the case.”

Quinlan’s eyebrows rise in interest and so does Obi-Wan’s blood pressure. “Is he?” Quinlan comments, in a tone that is far too casual for Obi-Wan’s liking. He hums, diverting his gaze from Obi-Wan back to Anakin. “And how is that going?”

Anakin ducks his head again and the way his lashes fan out over his cheeks is criminal. Obi-Wan takes a sip of his wine, bemoaning the fact that its quality is too good to burn on the way down his throat to distract him.

“Sorry we couldn’t get you your dog,” Anakin says, looking back up and squarely at Obi-Wan. The earnestness in Anakin’s big, blue eyes makes Obi-Wan’s gut clench with the desire to ravish him.

He smiles mildly instead. “Oh, that is quite alright,” he promises. “It has always been Satine’s dog. I am not a pet person myself. But the dog did get me the beach house in Naboo.” Despite himself, Obi-Wan can’t keep the satisfied glee out of his voice entirely.

Quinlan barks out a laugh and Anakin stares at Obi-Wan as if he’s seeing him for the first time. Which, Obi-Wan supposes, cursing himself for his own arrogance, he does. Leveraging the damn dog to get the beach house had been a dick move but he’d felt petty and vindictive at the time. Satine loves her flea carpet too much to have given it up just to spite Obi-Wan. Of course, Obi-Wan hadn’t told Anakin any of that for fear of losing Anakin’s eager attention.

Good job.

“Oh.” It rushes out of Anakin in an exhale. “That’s—you’re—”

“Such a bitch?” Obi-Wan suggests, choosing to own his gracelessness.

“Yeah,” Anakin says—and immediately colors beautifully. “No! No, of course not.” He clears his throat, hands flexing. “You just—you know how to get what you want.”

There’s an odd quality to his voice, a sort of low, alluring timbre that sounds…obscene.

Or maybe Obi-Wan is just a dirty old pervert.

Quinlan looks like he’s having the time of his life when Obi-Wan’s gaze lands on him after averting his eyes from Anakin. Oh, he’s never going to hear the end of this. At least Quinlan is keeping his mouth shut for once.

When Obi-Wan chances a glance back at Anakin, Anakin’s eyes are tracking over his suit, and the precise attention of his gaze makes heat rise up within Obi-Wan.

“Special occasion?” Anakin asks when he notices Obi-Wan looking. His eyes flicker to Quinlan for a brief moment.

Obi-Wan is so busy trying to decipher what conclusion Anakin could possibly have come to that he momentarily forgets to answer.

“It’s his birthday.” Quinlan mock-whispers, pressing his right hand to the left corner of his mouth conspiratorially. “He’s being very blushy about turning fifty.”

If Obi-Wan was a lesser man, he might have considered amicicide. As it is, he feels himself brace for something as a wave of dread washes over him and drowns whatever imaginary chance he may have entertained about having with Anakin.

“Fifty?” Anakin says. His eyes track over Obi-Wan like lasers. “Really?”

Quinlan smirks. “Like a fine wine.”

“I’m a very exclusive vintage,” Obi-Wan snaps. He doesn’t chug the rest of his wine but it is a close call, especially when Quinlan’s smirk grows wider, more mischievous.

“An acquired taste,” he offers.

Obi-Wan puts amicicide back on the table.

But then Anakin croaks, “Yeah,” and it sounds like all the air comes rushing out of his lungs. He looks a little faint.

“What?”

Anakin blinks and clears his throat. “I better get going, uh,” he says. Obi-Wan can watch the flush work its way down Anakin’s throat and disappear below the collar of his shirt.

(He wants to follow it all the way down with his tongue.)

“I’m, uh, running late already.” Anakin sucks in a breath. “Happy birthday, Mr. Kenobi.”

Anakin is already retreating when Obi-Wan finds his voice again. “Obi-Wan,” he corrects, without even thinking.

Anakin stops and looks at him. “Obi-Wan,” he repeats, a little wondrous, a little breathless, as if he’s revealing a secret. The sound of it runs through Obi-Wan like molten gold.

Obi-Wan clenches his jaw, imagining what his name would sound like if Anakin moaned it, gasped it, screamed it while writhing in pleasure beneath him.

With a final nod, Anakin turns and walks away. He’s not wearing a suit jacket today, exposing the long lines of his torso. Obi-Wan has wondered more than once how his hands would look on Anakin’s trim waist. As his eyes trail after him, Obi-Wan imagines grabbing it, pulling Anakin back against his body by it and—

He tears his gaze away and makes himself breathe a deep inhale and exhale.

Quinlan is practically noisily vibrating with barely contained glee when Obi-Wan turns back to him.

“Thinking about getting yourself a little birthday treat?” he asks, leaning forward like Obi-Wan is going to tell him a juicy piece of gossip any second.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Obi-Wan says. It’s a pointless battle, he’s aware. “I’m more than twice his age.”

Quinlan kinks an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “So?”

“He could be my—”

“Boy toy?”

He says it just as the waiter arrives at their table to take their dessert orders. Obi-Wan wonders if he can get them to substitute the coffee in their tiramisu with tequila.

He ends up ordering more wine.

“He’s cute,” Quinlan notes as he hands his menu back to the waiter.

“He’s too young for you,” Obi-Wan retorts drily. He’s drunk the last of his wine already which is a shame because he really needs to throw something back.

Quinlan snorts and wiggles his eyebrows. “Oh, he is. We both know I lean more towards…man toys.”

Obi-Wan passes a hand down his face and swallows the groan that threatens to burst out of him. Quinlan cackles as if someone told him the funniest joke he’s ever heard. Bastard.

“Are you going to ask out the pretty baby lawyer?” Quinlan asks, nudging Obi-Wan with the tip of his foot under the table. “Bang it out? You deserve a nice rebound screw. I bet he meets your high standard of flexibility.”

Obi-Wan will hear about it until either he dies or Quinlan.

“Youth does not equal flexibility,” Obi-Wan points out.

“But you have fantasized about bending him in half,” Quinlan states. He states. Like it’s a fact. Like he knows it to be a proven truth.

The worst part is that he’s right. Which Obi-Wan can’t admit to his face because Quinlan might pop a gleeful aneurysm.

(…maybe Obi-Wan should admit to it.)

He’s spared the embarrassment of answering because the waiter returns with their desserts. It’s not like there is anything he can say to convince Quinlan otherwise anyway and Obi-Wan doesn’t feel like arguing about it.

“Seriously, Obi-Wan,” Quinlan starts as he generously piles his dessert’s whipped cream onto his spoon. “What’s the big deal?”

Sometimes he feels like Quinlan is being deliberately obtuse and it’s one of his most irritating qualities. “Because I am fifty, getting divorced from my wife of twenty-three years, which is, coincidentally, also how old Anakin is, and I am starting petty arguments with her just to get the things I want out of this divorce even though this split is mutual. I think I’m having enough of a midlife crisis as it is,” Obi-Wan points out through gritted teeth. He doesn’t need to add fucking a twenty-something to the list pathetic things men his age do. “Besides, Anakin is just being friendly. He saw a client, he said hello. It’s called ‘being polite’. You should add that to your behavioral repertoire.”

Quinlan looks entirely unimpressed. He scoops up more whipped cream. “A divorce isn’t a midlife crisis. Turning fifty isn’t either,” he says with a shrug before spooning the cream into his mouth. “And from where I’m sitting, Anakin was very politely turned on, so you know, that boy is DTF—down to frolic, to explain it with your elderly vocabulary, and he’s young enough to know all the tricks in the book to help you relieve all that stress and tension.”

Before Obi-Wan can respond, the waiter reappears at their table carrying a tray with two empty wine glasses and a bottle.

“We didn’t order this,” Obi-Wan explains when the waiter puts down the glasses in front of them.

“This is courtesy of Organa and Amidala,” the waiter answers with a small smile as he starts pouring the wine. “Happy birthday, Mr. Kenobi.”

Quinlan picks up the bottle once the waiter leaves and reads the label, a slow grin tugging at his lips. “Courtesy of Organa and Amidala, huh?” Raising his glass to his nose to smell the bouquet, his grin widens. “A very nice vintage. Bet he really enjoys these old grapes himself.”

Obi-Wan squeezes his eyes shut and draws his fingers over his beard, trying to will himself away. He can feel heat rising into his face. The truth is if he allows himself to entertain any thought of actually…engaging Anakin, there is now way he’ll be able to stop. The thought of pursuing Anakin ignites an excited flutter in his stomach, a wildfire of desire that licks up his spine and dries out his mouth. Anakin entices him in a way nothing has in a long time.

It would be inappropriate to take advantage of Anakin’s interest, especially since Obi-Wan’s own stems from the selfish wish of distracting himself from his current situation and to satisfy his own desires. Anakin deserves better than that.

And yet the thought of peeling Anakin out of his suit piece by piece and spreading him out on his bed doesn’t leave Obi-Wan’s mind.

Obi-Wan surrenders his own dessert to Quinlan and decidedly does not think about having one that is way better. In return, he gets a dozen more innuendos that get progressively worse and worse but somehow still manage to make him bite back exasperated laughs.

“Your lunch has already been paid for, another courtesy by Organa and Amidala,” the waiter explains after Quinlan’s ordered the bill. He places the check presenter on the table in front of Quinlan.

Quinlan scowls. “Then what is this?”

The waiter smiles politely. “Mr. Skywalker covered Mr. Kenobi’s bill.”

Obi-Wan has rarely seen Quinlan this flabbergasted. His gaze drops from the waiter to Obi-Wan and he narrows his eyes at Obi-Wan’s barely contained smirk.

“You deserve each other,” he hisses as he puts his credit card into the presenter and hands it back over.

Obi-Wan starts to believe that that may be true.

* * *

anakin, explaining the 600 dollar bottle of wine on the bill: it’s mr. kenobi’s birthday 👉👈

padme:

anakin: it’s his fiftieth birthday 🥺 👉👈

#obikin #ficcups #this is highly self-indulgent #i have no regrets #also much thanks to mystic and rena

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skyguygeneraltano · 17 days

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I just know one day Anakin would be on a rant about the council after a very heated council meeting diagreement in front of little preschool age Leia and say some uh…not so nice things.

And the next day, the council members would be greeting Leia and Leia would just be repeating every thing Anakin said, thinking it was just conversation.

Like imagine the horror…

Mace Windu: Good morning young Leia

Leia: My father thinks that everything you said yesterday was a bunch of poodoo :-)

Mace Windu: *glares at Anakin* Oh is that true Leia?

Anakin, trying not to hide: Haha, you know kids with all these words 😅

Leia: What are you talking about daddy? You also called Master Kenobi a know it all nerfherder

Obi-Wan Kenobi, grabbing his tea: Interesting, tell more Leia

Anakin: Actually we need to get going…Luke and Padmé need us at um dinner

Leia, sitting down at the table, as Obi-Wan poured her some tea: Mommy and Luke are on Naboo right now, remember. Daddy also thinks that Ki Adi Mundi is a piece of-

#star wars #anakin skywalker #leia organa #happy au #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #mace windu #luke skywalker

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blue-sadie · 8 months

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Can you do a Togruta fem x Jake Sully where and everybody is just amazed at what she looks like especially the kids

A Gift From The Stars

Jake sully x Togruta Reader

Summary: maybe being different is a good thing

Warning: lekku = head tails

Yn/3rd person pov

Coming into contact with the navi was a struggle especially when the tried attacking our ships with their ikrans but when we didn't engage back they stopped.

We landed on what they call the hallelujah mountains a place where the humans couldn't track our movements I stood infront of the bay door with obi and anakin by my side.

"Just remember young yn they haven't seen another species other then humans so don't be alarmed if their surprised" obi said laying a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I've had bad experiences in the past about people hating my kind but it won't be like that i can feel it "I think you'll have to worry about big nose here" I giggled jabbing anakin in the side causing him to growl and swot my hands away.

"What's with you and my nose" he huffed glaring jokingly at me "it's just so big I can see it from planets away" I snorted covering my mouth as I laughed before jerking back to normal as the doors opened.

"We well be speaking to Toruk Makto the leader of the tribe be respectful and I'm looking at you anakin" obi said before walking out with anakin whining behind I took a few minutes to breathe before stepping out into the light.

It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust but when they did they widened 'dam they are tall' I caught most of them staring at me but no bad reactions my eyes glazed over each one till they met the leaders the one obi wan was talking about.

His eyes held curiosity in them as he looked over me "we are sorry we didn't know you weren't the sky people" he said as he turned his gaze back to obi wan.

"You don't need to apologize we should have tried contacting you further before our arrival" obi smiled and continued talking further about the problem at hand, jake started introducing his to the people who were with him "and these are my sons neteyam and lo'ak" he put his hands on the two boys behind him.

Their eyes were stuck on me "what are you" the shorter one blurted earning a head slap from the taller one "don't be rude lo'ak" neteyam snapped before apologizing for lo'ak.

"Its fine it happens alot" I smiled before changing it back to the subject "no we can talk about these later how about you come with us to celebrate your arrival" jake grinned and we all agreed.

Their lead us over vine bridges to get to their camp and the views were amazing and as we walked jake got into some of the history of the planet and how it got into this situation.

We reached an opening to their camp and the first thing we heard was a loud scream "daddy" I smiled as a young girl ran and jumped into jakes arms and he happily picked her up "this is tuk my youngest" jake smiled.

Her eyes look at obi then at anakin then to me she raised a finger pointing at me it was silent for a second before she blurted out "your pretty" a light blush from embarrassment dusted on my cheeks.

"Thank you you are to" I smiled and watched as she jumped down from her dad's eyes and walked over to me and grabbed my hand quickly turning back to her Father "can she come play" she asked politely her father nodded slowly.

I quickly glanced at obi who nodded as well before I walked off with her "where we go" I asked curiously as we left the group "to see my sister so we can play" she beamed.

I glanced behind to notice his to sons following us "you never answered my question" lo'ak murmured getting an angry side look from his brother.

"I'm a togruta" I smiled and started telling them about my kind as we reached their hut "kiri I brought a new friend" tuk yelled and a young girl emerged from the hut her eyes widened as she caught sight of me.

"Oh hello" she forced a fake laugh she looked like she was confused and weirded out at the same time "she with the people who are helping us" neteyam explained.

She nodded "well welcome I'm kiri" she smiled "yn nice to meet you" I grinned neteyam and kiri urged us to sit by the fire, I sat near a log a bit further back from the fire and the group seemed to follow.

"May I please touch your hair" tuk asked shyly "you may but we call these lekku" I had fun teaching them about my species and they did they same.

I sat still as she began tracing her fingers along my lekku her siblings eyes also filled curiosity my eyes began skimming over the surroundings till they landed on jake watched us with a smile

'I'm gonna like it alot here'

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#avatar #avatar pandora #avatar x reader #avatar way of water #avatar x reader fluff #avatar fluff #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully fluff #jake sully x reader fluff

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tennessoui · 9 months

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I know you mentioned before life guard Obi-Wan having a baby shark shirt because Anakin insisted, but I feel like it's only because he won't wear the suggestive DADDY shark shirt he got him in public ("for godssake, Anakin, it's a /children's/ song!").

baby is meant to be suggestive too 😊

#asks #obikin #surfer anakin au #I just like anakin calling obiwan baby no matter the au or who’s older or whatever ☺️#it’s one of my favorites 😇#I did think of the daddy shark when I wrote in the mention #but nah nah I love baby as a nickname for obi-wan and I will continue to push that agenda

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obiwanobi · 1 year

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Anakin: Obi-Wan told me to keep the place clean but I don't care, Daddy's out of town and we're going to party! Aayla: You call your master Daddy? Anakin: Not consciously.

#anakin skywaker #obi wan kenobi #obikin #incorrect quotes #quote: brooklyn 99 #just rewatched that episode and it was too good

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hanasnx · 2 years

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-ˏ͛ ꒷꒰ anakin skywalker ⿻ m.list ꒷ˏ͛-

MINORS DNI 18+ ༄

"Please just save me from this darkness." — Snow Patrol. (2006). Make This Go On Forever.

彡 ch: anakin skywalker 「 � 」

── non-linear series ┆ KINKTOBER.

smut ¡! ❞

✩ kinktober 2023 | SUMMARY: krayt house presents an all new series called house of amateurs.

── series ┆ CHAPTER SERIES.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ stranded | SUMMARY: be a part of the story! vote on the poll at the bottom. ✩ part two

other ¡! ❞

✩ exit music for a film | SUMMARY: somehow aware of anakin skywalker’s knightfall before the events take place, you seek to change the ending before it happens. ✩ part two

── one shots ┆ OVER 1K.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ fantasizing | SUMMARY: seeing you cozied up with general skywalker caused the clones to talk about what they’d do to you if you were theirs. anakin stands by and listens, smug that he’s allowed to do anything he wants to you, and his battalion can only fantasize about it.

✩ how he learned to kiss | SUMMARY: coaxing anakin to spill the story on how he got so good at kissing as a virgin before he even met you, he relays a story of his youth.

✩ cherries and wine | SUMMARY: anakin takes good care of his princess.

smut ¡! ❞

✩ talk huttese to me | SUMMARY: intent to get his mind off of his hard work, you ask to learn more about anakin’s native language: huttese. when he talks dirty to you in it, you can’t help but beg for more. and he gets off to the fact you have no idea what kind of depraved things he’s saying to you while he pleasures you.

✩ final girl | SUMMARY: the neighborhood serial killer has a soft spot for you. you didn’t realize how really close you were to him. after your best friend confesses his feelings for you, he confesses something else as well. something far more sinister.

✩ one more night | SUMMARY: anakin can’t accept the fact that you and him split, so he shows up at your door in the middle of the night.

✩ a lesson in huttese | SUMMARY: after a market mishap, anakin gives you a more personal lesson in how to speak his native language.

✩ starlight | SUMMARY: a happy reunion.

✩ give a little more | SUMMARY: what starts out as a romantic massage for you, ends with anakin skywalker's cock massaging your insides.

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ tit fucking ✩ the aftermath of getting a full body wax ✩ based on a tiktok ✩ arm kink ✩ dry humping ✩ black eye ✩ good at art ✩ green in the eye ✩ parasomnia ✩ prompt #100 ✩ eye contact part two ✩ prompt #187 ✩ another daddy ✩ stung twice ✩ spilling secrets ✩ stranded ✩ fan dancer ✩ sucking fingers ✩ mami ✩ dumbification ✩ baby fever ✩ picking you up ✩ throat fuck ✩ dacryphilia ✩ riding ✩ she’s busy ✩ arm kink: revisted ✩ breathplay ✩ push ✩ adultfilm!anakin

smut ¡! ❞

✩ early mornings ✩ prompt #65 + #68 ✩ squirting ✩ honey ✩ music taste ✩ fight

other ¡! ❞

✩ ahsoka & obi wan talking about you ✩ sacred cleansing ✩ if i built a raft, will you stay with me then? ✩ profighter au ✩ breakeven ✩ drunk ✩ 6'7!anakin

── headcanons ┆ LIST OR NARRATION.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ wearing glasses ✩ “daddy�� ✩ sub content ✩ eye contact ✩ beat-up before sex ✩ opinion on orgasm denial ✩ flirting tactics ✩ sparring sex ✩ rainbow kiss ✩ fucks like he’s not pretty ✩ smut alphabet: A - B ✩ babydaddy!anakin ✩ dick headcanons ✩ ex-bf!

smut ¡! ❞

✩ kinks ✩ pornstar au ✩ his sexual depravity vent | part two

other ¡! ❞

✩ general headcanons ✩ toxic ✩ petnames

彡 ch: anakin skywalker x padmé amidala 「 � 」

── one shots ┆ OVER 1K.

smut ¡! ❞

✩ just bad, bad decisions | SUMMARY: having officially broken it off because of anakin’s stupid mistake, anakin and padmé have not seen each other since. when they lock eyes during a football game they both attend, they find their way back to each other during the game. and set aside their differences to reconnect under the bleachers.

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ mad ✩ sacred heart

彡 ch: anakin skywalker x riyo chuchi 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

other ¡! ❞

✩ eclipse ✩ i do

彡 ch: anakin skywalker x zena daren 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ interview

NAVI | M.LIST | RULES | LINKS | ABOUT

#masterlist #indy: series #indy: one shots #indy: drabbles #indy: headcanons #indy: edits #ch: anakin #ch: anidala #ch: rinakin #ch: zenakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x padmé amidala #anakin skywalker x riyo chuchi #anakin skywalker x zena daren

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