#Obi-Wan x Padme

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Always a day late and a dollar short lol...but as yesterday was May the Fourth and using my last post as a very loose segue (since Rian Johnson directed The Last Jedi and Oh Baby), here's a new Obidala fic for those in the mood <3

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All the Wasted Time Ch. 1

An Obidala GFFA AU slow-burn romance ❤️

CW: age gap

Summary: Padme needs an escort for a Senate function. Anakin has an idea.

After what feels like a million years of writing and planning, here is my first Obidala multi chapter story! I hope you enjoy ❤️

The title comes from the song "All the Wasted Time" from Jason Robert Brown's brilliant musical Parade. You can listen to the song on the original Broadway cast recording here.

Also on AO3!

“Ani, please?”

“I told you, I can’t!”

Padme and Anakin swept through the Senate halls, escaping the stuffy conference room in the Langston senator’s chambers. They’d been trapped in there for what had to have been hours going through a single paragraph in a new piece of legislation that apparently required both of their presence—though Padme noticed Anakin barely said a word and had to keep pinching himself awake.

“Every time I go to one of these receptions, the off-worlders always hit on me and I’d really rather they didn’t.”

“And I’d love to help you with that but if I cancel on Dorme again, she’ll kill me,” Anakin replied. “Especially if I’m on-planet. She’s scary when she’s mad.”

“We trained her well,” Padme teased. “But that still leaves me dateless.”

“Ask the Chancellor—you can’t get a better date than that.”

She gave Anakin a look. “I’m not asking Mon to be my escort . . . Plus she’s already bringing someone.”

Anakin paused, eyebrows raised. “Oh? Who?”

Padme rolled her eyes. “I swear, you’re a bigger gossip than Obi-Wan.” She bumped his arm and continued walking. “Carlist Rieekan.”

His eyebrows shot even higher. “General Rieekan? From the royal house of Organa? That’s an interesting pairing.” He rubbed his chin in a very Obi-Wan-esque manner.

“Apparently Bail introduced them at a function on Alderaan last month and they hit it off. I didn’t expect her to bring him to a thing so soon.”

“Hey, there’s an idea!” Anakin exclaimed. “Ask the Vice Chair!”

“He’s already bringing Breha,” she sighed. “I guess I’m stuck dodging off-worlders all night.”

“No, no, I’m sure we can figure something else out. There has to be someone . . . Hey, Obi-Wan!”

Padme turned, catching the Jedi master as he left the vice chair’s chambers.

“Hello Anakin, Padme.” He smiled softly at her. 

“Are you free two nights from now?” Anakin asked, not bothering with small talk.

“Anakin, this really isn’t—”

“I am,” Obi-Wan replied. “Why?”

“Well,” Anakin grinned. “Padme has—”

“I can find my own—”

“—an event coming up and needs an escort,” Anakin finished, not missing a beat. “Think of it as helping a friend in need—protecting Padme’s peace.”

“Anakin—” Obi-Wan began.

“If Padme is at peace, then she’s better equipped to handle the needs of the galaxy. And isn’t protecting the galaxy and serving its needs the heart of our Code?”

Obi-Wan sighed a deep, long-suffering sigh.

“Come on, Master, it could be fun!”

Obi-Wan cocked a brow. “A night with other politicians is not what I’d consider fun. Present company excluded, of course.”

“But Obi-Wan, Padme’s desperate!”

Padme smacked Anakin’s arm and sighed, hoping she wouldn’t implode from embarrassment. “It’s really not a big deal, but if I go alone, I always end up getting harassed and hit on the entire night. These things are never exactly fun, but they’re infinitely easier when I can just . . .”

“Do what you must?” Obi-Wan asked as he turned to her, his eyes sparkling.

She scoffed. “Yeah, something like that.”

“In that case, I’d be honored to escort you, Senator.”

Padme blinked. Obi-Wan was a gentleman—elegant and infinitely polite. They’ve also spent plenty of time together over the years. But somehow, she never fully expected him to just agree without any further context. “Oh, Obi-Wan you really don’t have to do that—”

“See? Problem solved! Thanks, Master.” Anakin patted Obi-Wan’s shoulder and walked off, winking at Padme as he disappeared around a corner.

Padme blushed, rubbing the back of her neck with her hand. “Look, I’m sure you know better than anyone that Anakin is a force of nature when he wants to be, but don’t feel like you have to escort me just because he bullied you into it.”

Obi-Wan chuckled, holding his hands behind his back and falling into step beside her. “I assure you, Padme, I truly don’t mind accompanying you.”

She fiddled with the datapad in her other hand. “I know he was putting pressure on you and it’s very hard to say no to him—”

“I’ve perfected the art of telling Anakin no over the years,” he smirked. “It’s a skill I could have employed at any time. Trust me, I am not doing anything I do not wish to do.”

They reached Padme’s chambers, and she turned to face Obi-Wan. “Well, in that case . . . pick me up at my apartment? At 7:30?”

He nodded. “Of course.”

“Alright. Thank you,” she smiled, turning to her door. But before she could open it, she spun back around, bumping into Obi-Wan’s chest slightly. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Truly?”

He steadied her, cocking his head to the side and smiling softly. “I am. Who knows? It might even be fun.”

No-pressure tag list: @wickedscribbles @labyrinth-runner @obiknights @your-dose-of-obidala @mxster-jocale @cypanache @celestial-alignment @coffeeenated @alabama-metal-man

[now-you-sound-like-a-jedi]

If Obi-Wan had actually stayed on Mandalore with Satine after the Civil War and left the Jedi Order, it would've made The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones peak comedy.

Like, Qui-Gon would still be sent to Naboo and end up on Tatooine, he'd still meet Anakin and take him back to the Temple. But, in this AU, he survives the battle on Theed and takes Anakin as his padawan. And the entire Order would be making jokes:

"Congrats on the new padawan! Hope he sticks around longer than the last one!" "We'll keep this one off the bodyguard missions, eh Qui-Gon?"

So one day little Anakin’s like "hey master, what happened to your last padawan?" And Qui-Gon's like "oh he ran off with a girl, yeah he's royalty in the Outer Rim now".

And it's all fine and dandy until Anakin’s nineteen and they get assigned to protect Padmé, and Qui-Gon takes one look at this kid's face and thinks "You've got to be fucking kidding me, this shit again??"

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One day i will create some serious art. But that day isn't today.

the individual art under the cut!

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18+ -- saw someone do somethin' like this please lmk so I can give credits <3

Anakin Skywalker who fucks you cruelly, pounding your tight hole with no mercy whatsoever, with his firm grip on your hair, your body arches in perfect alignment for him, cries of pleasure escaping your lips exclusively for him, and him alone.

"yeah? you fuckin' like this huh?" he hisses into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, and in mere moments, you nod eagerly, tears glistening in your eyes.

"mmph, so good ani!," you whimper, lost in the intoxicating bliss of his touch.

His lips, warm and eager, pepper kisses all along your neck, while his hand boldly grasps at your ass, fingers kneading the flesh with firmness, relishing in its ample curves.

Anakin Skywalker, the epitome of pleasure, satisfies you so profoundly that each withdrawal elicits a fervent whimper from your lips. Fortunately, he shows no inclination to leave your embrace anytime soon, keeping you blissfully consumed by his huge cock, touchin' at your good spot just perfectly.

"you're so unbelievably tight for me, doll," he coos, his words dripping with praise as he drives deeper into you, his pace quickening. Your hands clutch at the bedsheets, your back arching even more as his sweet words fuel your desire.

"oh my fuck," you whimpered, your eyes closing tightly as sensations threatened to overwhelm you.

"that's all you've got to say?" he taunts, his hand delivering a sharp smack to your ass before he grips your neck, his lips hovering just above your ear.

He's talking to you as if you could speak full on sentences with the way he was fucking you, with the way he fucks you, he's too good.

"tell me, baby, does this feel good?" he teases, a devilish glint in his eyes as he mocks your pleasure, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. All you can manage is a nod and a moan, which only fuels Anakin's desire to dominate you further.

"come on, use that pretty mouth, tell me," he demands, his voice laced with cruelty.

Anakin Skywalker who relentlessly pushes you to the brink until all you can muster are fragmented gasps of pleasure. With each assertive thrust, he claims you anew, pulling back only to tease before delving back in, melding your pussy while his cock is covered in your cum, not daring to put any of it to waste.

His lips find yours, a fleeting taste of heaven before his sultry voice commands your surrender, his awfully filthy words only leading you to make a mess all over him, again.

[daemonsdarksister]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER / DARTH VADER - Ahsoka series

[thegalaxykatsworld]

Padme: did you know Obi wan gives Cody flowers every single morning?

Anakin:…yes?

Padme: why don’t you do that :(

Anakin:..

Anakin: d-do you want me too?

Padme: YES Ani!

-the next day-

Cody, staring at the flowers is Anakin offering him: why the hell are you doing this?

Anakin: I don’t get it either just take them-

[omgahgase]

cody, padmé, and rex: *discussing something that's probably important*

cody, padmé, and rex: *hears distant screaming and the sound of a lightsaber igniting*

cody: is that my jedi or your jedi?

*cue amused and slightly terrifying laughter*

padmé and rex, sighing: my jedi

[geminibsworld]

i have to be locked up

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I haven't been tagged in this one (yet) but I'm in a major procrastination mood this morning so answering tumblr questions is currently way more appealing than actual writing so let's do this XD

How many works do you have on AO3? 67 1/2 - the 1/2 is because I have a very little Obidala-ish thing which is currently sitting in my files waiting to be published when I find an extra minute (like right now, for instance, except that I'm doing a survey instead oops ;))

What's your total AO3 word count? Ummm...let's just say if I had a dollar for every word of fanfic I've ever written, my bank account would be very, very happy.

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Game of Thrones. But my full fandoms list has 25 unique fandoms, some major, some minor, and some where the entire tag is owned by me.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Île Aux Ours, Jamais T'oublier, Sunrise on the Jade Sea, La Nuit Venait, The Heir of Riverrun which are all Jorleesi fics except for THOR, which I'm pleasantly surprised to find so high in the rankings (although to be fair there's Jorleesi in that one too :)). And just because I was curious, my top five excluding any Jorleesi content are: New World Symphony (Vicbourne - oh I loved them so, history be damned), Dreams and Dragonglass (Viserys x Alicent from HotD), A Girl, A Drowned Man (ahem, Jaime Lannister x Arya Stark - don't even ask XD), over time and tide and death leaping (Obidala4Ever <3), and Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed (Siegfried x Audrey from the new All Creatures Great & Small - S5 is our season friends, I can feel it)

Do you respond to comments? Yes, all of them (except for the obvious trolls). I heart my readers and have had such good times in the comment section <3 Speaking of which, I'm behind with replies again. Just know my inbox is glaring at me.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ummm, that's a hard one because I usually reach for the fluff endings with both hands. But I suppose...right now it's got to be my Hunger Games fic, and she gained the willow tree. I mean, it's intensely angsty, even more so than the source material, and may remain that way forever (at least until I update it and fix what I broke lol)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Almost all of my Jorleesi fics have unabashedly happy endings but I think Île Aux Ours edges out the others just because basically everyone (spoiler alert: except for Viserys, Rhaegar and the Night King) live! And all my ships survive! And House Mormont is flourishing! And the Seven Kingdoms are at peace for once! (at least until I write the sequel ;))

Do you get hate on fics? Only on the Game of Thrones fics, and relatively speaking, very, very rarely. It was slightly more common right at the end of Game of Thrones (people had feelings) but it's almost completely died off in recent years...which is a relief. Because trolls are easily ignored but they don't make anyone's day brighter.

Do you write smut? Again, rarely. But, ya know, sometimes things happen ;)

Do you write crossovers? Yes, but usually it's not what I would consider a true crossover. More me adapting one film/series to the setting/plot/characters of another. The only true crossover I've ever written is, I believe, this one: light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling (where Tom Bombadil and Melisandre of Asshai meet up and make a trade - sometimes writing brains are weird)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not that I know of? Although I had a reader request permission to translate a couple of my Jorleesi fics into Russian so that may have happened and I just never received a link from them.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ohhhh, yesssssss. My forever partner-in-Jorleesi-crime is @salzrand <3 9 fics and counting :)

What's your all-time favorite ship? Based on my writing activity over the last 5-6 years, I think there's really only one correct answer here and it's the lobsters. A bear and his dragon-girl. A princess and her steadfast knight. They're perfect, they're dreamy. And forever inspiring. I cannot. But other than Jorleesi, I have to give top billing to Jane/Lisbon, Obi-Wan/Padme, Dickon/Mary, Jean Valjean/Fantine, Christy/Neil, Lexie/Mark because these are ships that have stayed with me for at least a decade or longer and are part of my DNA at this point.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Ugh. Don't talk to me about unfinished fics. They judge me with their Chapter 1/? eyes. They glare at me disapprovingly each time I log into AO3. And I know that there are a few that have been waiting on an update for a long, long time (and some of you have probably given up hope that I'll ever return to them), but never say never...at least until I'm dead XD

What are your writing strengths? I think I have a flair for writing scenery and believable multi-generational family dynamics. I also think I'm fairly good at fixing canon disappointments with some fun and unique twists (it's the soap opera training, I swear XD). I try to keep dialogue very natural, characterization at least partly canon-based and do a lot of research for my fics on time-period details, with mostly successful results...lol well, that's the hope anyway. And I think another strength that has made me successful in writing age-gap ships especially is that I can write character relationships in a way that might go beyond the whole attraction thing and touch on deeper connections (or something).

What are your writing weaknesses? Endings. Aren't they everyone's? Titles. And my pacing can be off sometimes. I think I get away with it in fic-writing for the most part but I have a few fics that aren't as "tight" as they could be. There are a few words/phrases that I rely on too much. And I'm sure I have a bunch of others that I'm unaware of.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I haven't done this much and I really don't venture outside French if I try it. I rely on friends who are native speakers to make sure I'm not saying anything off the wall.

First fandom you wrote for? Titanic 😍 I had to save Thomas Andrews. He looked so sad and despairing winding that clock at the end. I should have probably saved Leo too but let's just assume in my version, Kate scooched over let him share the door XD

Favorite fic you've written? Impossible to choose. I love them all. Okay, okay, Sunrise on the Jade Sea. But only because you're forcing me to answer <3

Tagging: @clarasimone @gettingovergreta @toas-tea @bridgr6 @crushermyheart @heatherfield <3 Or be like me and tag yourself ;)

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You Make It Feel Like Christmas Ch. 4

An Obidala Hallmark Christmas movie rewrite!

CW: age gap, food, grief, injury, concussion

Summary: Padme helps the Kenobis get into the Christmas spirit

Also on AO3!

“Thank you,” Padme said, taking Obi-Wan’s hand as he helped her down from the truck. He suggested they make another trip into town that morning—on the surface, to introduce her to more people and get her face out there. 

But she suspected he wanted to show her more of Salida, and who was she to turn him down?

They stepped onto the street when Padme spotted a town notice board. “Oh . . .”

Obi-Wan looked over at the board. “What is it?”

“That’s not a very flattering picture of me . . .”

The notice board was filled with found person posters plastered with Padme’s deer-in-the-headlights expression.

Obi-Wan bit back a laugh. “Well, you do look a little surprised, but it gets the job done.”

As they walked by the shops, a pair of knitted red mittens caught Padme’s eye. She stopped at the window, transfixed by the delicate white snowflake details decorating the cozy knitwear.

“Ami?” Obi-Wan’s soft voice broke through her thoughts.

“I think I had a pair of mittens exactly like this when I was a little girl,” she revealed, turning to Obi-Wan. “Is that possible? That I could remember something that far back?”

He shrugged. “I don’t think there’s any rules to this sort of thing. Depa said your memories would come back in time—I don’t think it will return in a linear manner.” He paused. “Was it a good memory?”

Padme nodded, looking at the mittens. “I think I asked my mom for a pretty pair of mittens, and she made them for me . . . With the snowflakes and the beads and even that ribbon!” She sniffled, looking back at Obi-Wan. “Yeah, it was a really good memory.”

Obi-Wan gave her a soft smile, but his eyes drifted off to a distant point in the window.

Padme furrowed her brow, placing her hand on his arm. “Obi-Wan? Is everything okay?”

He swallowed. “The tree and the decor at the Lars’ house, when we went to visit them . . . That was quite lovely, wasn’t it?”

She nodded. “It all looked beautiful. Very homey . . . Are you thinking about getting a big Christmas tree to fill that huge space in your living room?”

He looked down. “I’ve seemed to let Christmas slide over these past few years, since Satine died . . .”

Padme’s gaze softened. “Oh, Obi-Wan . . . After what you’ve been through, it’s completely understandable.”

He smiled at her in thanks. “The children would love it though, wouldn’t they?”

She laughed. “Are you kidding me? With their energy, they’d have the house decorated in three minutes flat.”

##

“Are you hungry?” Obi-Wan asked after a stroll through Main Street. “There’s a place right over here.”

“I could eat,” she agreed, letting him lead her to a cozy cafe across the street.

As they stepped inside, Obi-Wan noticed Mace and a man dressed suspiciously like Santa Claus sitting at a table by the window.

“Mace!” he called, heading over to their table.

“Obi-Wan! Ami! Good to see you,” Mace grinned. “Ami, this is my deputy, Quinlan Vos.”

“Oh!” Padme shook his hand, her eyes focused on his outfit. “Is that your . . . usual uniform?”

Quinlan laughed. “Oh no, it’s just my turn to be Santa in the Christmas parade this year. I figured I’d walk around in the suit, get into character . . . Say, you’re the missing woman, aren’t you?”

Padme blinked. “Um, I guess that’s me, yeah. Is there any news?”

“Well, we took your picture and description and put it out over the wire and across town,” Mace said. “We also posted it to all those missing person sites online in case we get a hit that way.”

“Have you seen the poster?” Quinlan asked, showing it to them. “I designed it myself.”

“Um . . . it’s not a very flattering photo,” Padme replied.

Mace took the missing poster and eyed the photo, clearing his throat. “Well, that’s not exactly the point, ma’am,” he huffed.

Obi-Wan hid a smile.

“Just stay positive,” Mace advised. “Somebody’s bound to come forward.”

“Absolutely,” Obi-Wan grinned. “Have a good evening, gentlemen.”

As they moved away, Obi-Wan leaned a little closer to Padme. “Honestly, after the storm we just had, things move a little slowly. But once things get up and running again—”

“I have seen your face everywhere!” Siri approached them.

“You have?” Padme’s eyes widened.

“Yes! I’m Siri. The sheriff’s been putting your photo up all over town,” she replied. 

“Oh, right.” Padme’s shoulders slumped.

“But you do look kind of familiar.” Siri bit her lip. “Have we met?”

“I don’t know, have we?” Padme asked, perking up.

Siri burst out laughing, shaking her head. “Right! You wouldn’t know, because you don’t remember anything . . . That’s really stupid of me—it’s like I got hit on the head or something.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t hold back the cringe on his face.

“Anyways,” Siri continued. “I know everyone in town, so I’ll just keep asking around.”

“Thank you,” Padme replied.

“Of course. Anything for Obi,” Siri said, playfully pushing Obi-Wan’s chest and walking away.

Padme smirked and pushed his chest. “Obi . . .”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and led her to a table. “Oh hush.”

##

Snow crunched under their boots as the Kenobis and Padme marched through the Christmas tree lot just outside town. The twins were insistent they not settle for anything less than the perfect Christmas tree and had dragged the others from one end of the lot to the other for the better part of the morning, inspecting almost every single tree.

They had crossed the lot again when Obi-Wan stopped and pointed at one of the trees.

“Come on, what about this one?” he asked, turning to the children. “Look at it! Doesn’t it look perfect?”

The tree was lushly filled out in all the right places—large enough to be the centerpiece of the Kenobi home without overcrowding the space. Plus, it looked easy enough to get home.

“Yeah!” The kids cheered, bouncing towards their new Christmas tree.

“I think that’s the one,” Padme grinned.

“Alright, I’m cutting it down!” Obi-Wan announced, taking his small ax out and preparing to chop down the tree.

“Wait!” Padme cried, rushing forward. “Let me hold back the branches for you.” 

She bent down to hold the tree branches back, making sure he had a clear view of the trunk.

“Please be careful,” she pleaded, biting her lip.

He gave her a soft grin. “I will. I have done this before, you know.”

Padme narrowed her eyes. “Do you want me to let go of these branches?”

Obi-Wan laughed. “Not a chance.”

##

As the kids drank some hot chocolate on a bench by the stand, Obi-Wan led Padme to a small clearing by the trees. There’s something I must show you before we leave, he had told her.

His gloved hand still warm around hers, he looked over. “Are you ready?”

Padme nodded, preparing herself for what they were about to do. “I think so.”

“Alright,” he grinned.

Still holding hands, they both fell backwards, spreading their arms and legs to make snow angels.

“Spread your arms more,” he called over. “We’re going to overlap a bit.”

Padme giggled, doing as he said. “This is not as easy as you’d think!”

Obi-Wan turned over and smiled. “You’ve got it.”

“I do? I don’t know,” she replied.

He sat up and looked over at her snow angel. “Yours looks beautiful.”

Padme sat up and inspected her work, comparing it to Obi-Wan’s. “. . . Can I do mine again?”

“No! Yours looks fantastic,” he reassured her. “Snow angels aren’t supposed to be perfect.”

She raised a brow at him.

“I see it,” Obi-Wan told her, his voice going soft. “I see it.”

Padme blushed, adjusting her positioning in the cold snow. “I know I’m not very good at remembering things, but I’m pretty sure this is the most peaceful place I’ve ever been. Of that, I am sure.”

Obi-Wan gazed at her, his eyes impossibly fond. He opened his mouth to say something when he was hit by a snowball.

“What—?”

“ATTACK!” Korkie cried, racing over with the twins.

“Oh, now it’s war!” Obi-Wan laughed, tackling the twins in the snow.

Padme dodged Korkie’s attacks while getting in a few of her own, laughing like she hadn’t in years.

##

“I really don’t mean to bother you on your vacation, especially since I was the one who sent you away,” Mon said into her earbuds, “But you should call me. Just to let me know you got there safely and all is well. Alright? Please, just call me, sweetheart.”

##

“So, Qui-Gon,” Padme began, stirring the gravy on the stove. “How did you decide to move here?”

“Well,” Qui-Gon replied, chopping vegetables. “I’d spent fifteen or so years living in Dublin. Some of them were good. I came here on vacation at first—out here, I’ve met a lot of good people. Made some loyal friends I can count on.” He set his knife down. “And really—Salida seems like the place I’m supposed to be, surrounded by the people that I love.”

“That’s why you asked Obi-Wan and Satine to come too?” Padme asked.

“They’d been looking for a change. I merely suggested a possibility.” Qui-Gon’s eyes twinkled.

“It seemed to suit them,” she replied.

Qui-Gon nodded, looking away.

“Thanks for sharing that with me,” Padme murmured, turning back to the stove.

The oven timer went off and Padme opened the door, taking out their dinner. “Alright everyone—dinner is ready!” She carried the roast pan to the table, setting it down.”

Obi-Wan gaped at the meal. “Ami, that looks delicious.”

“Did you make all that?” Korkie asked. “Like, from memory?”

Padme nodded. “Yes, I did. I have no idea how I remembered how to do all of it, but I had a lot of fun.”

“What exactly is this?” Obi-Wan asked.

“It’s a holiday roast with root vegetables.”

“So like potatoes?” Luke asked.

“Not just potatoes! We’ve also got haricots vert, which means green beans in French . . . which means I know French,” she chuckled. “And Christmas pudding for dessert!”

Obi-Wan gazed at her in awe. “You’re an excellent chef, Ami. You really have a knack for this.”

“I do?” Padme asked. “I do . . .”

##

Later that night, Padme and Leia were snuggled in Leia’s bed, Lola and Winter nestled beside them. Padme was stroking Leia’s hair and humming a lullaby as Leia tried valiantly to stay awake.

“How did you learn that?” Leia asked. “The song.”

“My mommy sang it to me when I was little,” Padme murmured.

Leia yawned and snuggled closer. “Can you sing it one more time?”

Padme smiled softly. “Sure, sweetheart.” She pulled the little girl closer, the light from the fairy lights dancing in her hair. “Santa’s sleigh flies all night through, bringing joy to me and you. Make a wish, make a dream. If you believe, it will come true . . .”

No-pressure tags: @obiknights @saradika @your-dose-of-obidala @cypanache @alabama-metal-man @vic3456 @justsaysomethingjayj @celestial-alignment @0bianidalas

[now-you-sound-like-a-jedi]

When it comes to Anakin and Padmé, Obi-Wan is deliberately looking in the complete opposite direction whistling to himself nonchalantly like he has no clue what's happening.

When it comes to Obi-Wan and Satine, Anakin is peeking around from behind a corner giggling like a youngling.

[lacebird]

— Down Once More, Phantom of the Opera

[iburnedmyselfalive]

┃18+ minors dni somnophilia, p in v, oral (f receiving) ,, ani is such a nasty fuck i’d so see him doing this

deeply inspired by my lovely @bunnylovesani :3 ,, this really did sum to me

when your luscious dreams began to engulf you more and more often, rendering you inconsolable with desire, anakin, with primal hunger in his eyes and elsewhere, approached you almost every time, in the throes of deep sleep, his presence being undetected while he savored the moment. his tongue, hot and insistent, delved deep in you, exploring every inch of your trembling form, relishing the intoxicating essence of your arousal.

your lips, parted in a silent plea for more, betrayed the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you, driving him to devour you with a fervor unmatched. he eagerly buried his face in your sopping pussy, his hungry lips and skilled tongue tracing every curve, every fold, as you writhed in pleasure, your moans filling the air like sweet music. anakin’s devotion to your pleasure knew no bounds as he explored every single inch, leaving you gasping for more, even in your sleep.

there'd even be times when he'd gently push his fat cock into your eager virgin ass, filling you completely. each thrust, he savored the tightness, losing himself in the depths of your neediness. with a husky growl, he'd hiss, "shiiiit, you're such a fuckin' filthy whore, takin’ me like you made for it," his voice being laced with a commanding edge as he clenched his jaw, his grip on your hips unyielding.

countless times he'd walked in on you, sound asleep, lost in deep sleep, humping a pillow in a desperate attempt for satisfaction. but ‘course, he couldn't resist intervening for his girl's pleasure. "mmm, look at you, such a pathetic lil' slut," he'd purr, his voice thick with a hint of disdain. "moaning and writhing like a needy bitch. don't worry, baby, ‘m here to take care of you. you jus' need some helpin' out, huh?"

with a deep, throaty groan, he'd press close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "’m gonna help you out, a'ight?" the slick, wet sounds of his movements filled the air as he slid effortlessly into your dripping cunt, each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through your body. but he wasn't done yet. no, he needed to assert his authority fully.

with a firm grip, he'd rearrange your position, forcing your face into the mess you'd made, your own arousal coating your flushed cheeks. your legs would be hoisted high, knees to your chest, exposing you completely to his gaze. "there, that's it," he'd murmur, his voice dark and commanding. "let me see that pretty face of yours as i fuck you senseless. you love it, don't you? being used like the dirty fuckin’ whore you are."

and as he pounded into you relentlessly, mixing your combined essences with each thrust, you couldn't help but cry out in pleasure and humiliation, completely at his mercy. "yesyesyes, ani!" you'd cry out, your voice echoing through the room, your eyes squeezing shut with intensity. each repetition of his name was like a desperate plea for more, your desire consuming you entirely. your screams grew louder with each passing moment, so much so that he felt compelled to muffle your cries with his hand, a mix of annoyance and amusement flashing across his face.

he'd smirk, his eyes alight with a teasing glint as he relished in your vulnerability. the way you surrendered to him, begging for his touch, only fueled his ego further. he'd press his hand against your mouth, silencing your passionate cries, enjoying the power he held over you. despite the complaints and the knowing glances from others, he showed no signs of concern or remorse. after all, it was your uncontrollable desire that drove you to such extremes, not his actions.

he reveled in the attention, reveling in the fact that you were willing to risk it all for him. in the soft light of the morning, he'd find immense pleasure in tormenting you about your nocturnal exclamations, turning even the most mundane moments into opportunities for teasing. with a toothbrush in hand, you'd stand before the bathroom mirror, the bristles grazing against your teeth as you attempted to focus on the task at hand. but his presence was impossible to ignore.

planting a trail of kisses across your face, he'd interrupt your routine with playful affection, his voice laced with a mischievous tone as he whispered, "were y’a dreaming last night, baby? heard somethin'." the suggestive implication hung in the air, causing a flush to bloom across your cheeks as you attempted to evade his probing inquiry. "no," you'd hastily respond, your words betraying the nervous tremor in your voice.

yet, despite your denial, he saw through the facade, relishing in the subtle signs of your arousal. the hitch in your breath, the telltale clench of your thighs; they were all the confirmation he needed of the vivid fantasies that had consumed your subconscious. with a knowing smirk, he'd revel in your discomfort, taking pleasure in the power he held over you.

his teasing took on a new level of humiliation as he continued to pry, each word dripping with innuendo and amusement. with expert precision, he'd chip away at your defenses, his playful taunts leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. and while you stood there, toothbrush forgotten in your hand, you couldn't help but wonder if he derived as much satisfaction from your torment as you did humiliation.