#ch: anakin

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

“Yeah, baby, yeah. That’s it, c’mon,” ANAKIN SKYWALKER’s encouraging words are slurred from the haze of his own pleasure, recognizing your familiar clench around his length plunged deep into your insides. Propped up on all fours, you’re limp otherwise, your abdomen sagging from the tension and exhaustion. A low arch to your spine as he fucks you with reckless abandon, large hands palming the globes of your ass as he leverages you into him. Your flesh bangs against his, and that coil in your belly is painfully tight.

“Ani,” you whine, various cries spilling from your gaping mouth.

His gasp of proud awe escapes him as soon as he feels warm liquid flood around his cock, stooping when he pulls out to watch it spray. Your squirt, brought on by his length only when it relentlessly bullied your sex, soaks the mattress and his thighs. As if a fucking faucet turned on, it pours out of you, and his hand smooths the flesh of your backside, watching with intrigue as your body lurches with each spurt. How your stomach flexes involuntarily to push the last of the liquid out in bursts. You whimper into the mattress, a sheen of sweat glistening your skin, and your hair a ratted mess, you’re about ready to collapse. Until the clumsy re-entry of his swollen head in your entrance alerts you to his plan. He’s not done with you.

“I want more,” he commands.

[lunalitva]

Requests for these characters and Hayden are open 💌

[clonehub]

I wish we could have gotten more Jedi that don't like each other or don't trust each other not because of ideological differences but because they just found them annoying. Like what about a Jedi who just hates Anakin. They don't even know about the explosive anger issues and the Problems they just think his personality is grating.

[mmelolabelle]

Anakin Skywalker, almost 30 years late, rocking up with a starbucks and a point to prove, “You are going to finish your training and then I am going to finally be a master, even if it kills us.”

“…you’re already dead.”

“Sounds like a ‘you’ problem Snips 🤷🏻‍♀️”

[weixuldo]

mdni! NSFW

“Slow down, slow down baby” Hayden Christensen pleads through clenched teeth as he attempts to halt the fluid roll of your hips.

The corners of you mouth turned upwards as you watched him struggle under you- he was on his second orgasm of the night- but you stopped (for now).

“t’s the matter? Though you said we could follow my lead tonight” you laugh as you press your forehead against his.

His beautiful blue eyes clenched shut as you slowly rutted you hips again- usually Hayden set the pace; being the older one in the relationship- he often tended to take the lead with things.

But tonight…ohhh tonight was your night to shine.

you painstakingly dragged your hips along his; your tight pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. His breath faulted as you began to kiss down his neck while his dick sunk deeper and deeper into you.

Once you were satisfied with the depth, you quickened your pace, filling the bedroom with filthy sounds.

“Oh baby, you’re solid- are you already about to cum again?” you teased as the man under you frantically nodded his head.

He groaned and pawed at her fat of your ass as you bounced on him.

“Fuck! Slow down sweetheart” he exclaimed.

You laughed and ignored his pleas until his strong grasp held you firmly in place. You frowned at his strength (you weren’t done).

He rested his head against the headboard with his eyes shut to catch his breath. He looked perfect.

“Hayden… why’d you stop me?” you asked as you dragged your polished nails down his chest.

Still breathless he responded “didn’t wanna cum yet- wasn’t ready”.

You scoffed and swiveled your hips quickly once his grip loosened, “well i can feel your dick twitching babe- i think you’re ready” you smiled before lightly smacking his hands off of you.

“plus you said this was my night, remember?” you added as you began to ride him again.

His chest rose and fell as his synapses fired, “Fuck! Fuck please” he begged.

You quickened your pace and soon he felt his thighs begin to tremble; he was close.

With a smirk you bent down to his ear and gently nibbled on the lobe before whispering “it’s alright baby, you can let go”.

The man whimpered desperately before you sunk down on him particularly hard and he bursted inside of you. Happily you welcomed his warm seed as he emptied his drawn up balls into your tight pussy.

Once you are satisfied you slowly slid off of him, making him groan. He was breathing heavily and his brows were upturned in the most beautiful manner. You smiled and gently took his tired and blushing member into your delicate hands; he gasped at the sudden touch- he was so sensitive.

Slowly, but meticulously, you began pumping his still semi hard dick. Hayden’s body tenses up as he tried to understand what was happening.

“B-Baby, I can’t-“

You shook your head, “but you can” you responded, lining up your hole with his shiny tip.

“Oh God…baby… oh God!” he cried as you sunk back down onto him.

You kissed him tenderly as your cunt gripped into his cock; “just give me two more Hay- jus’ two more” you repeated as you clawed at his toned back

*sub hayden? ummm yes pls… over stimmed too?!

[rebel-ahsoka]

THE CLONE WARS, 3.22 STAR WARS REBELS, 2.22

[jacen-solos]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader in Obi-Wan Kenobi (2022)

[coirionin]

Update! sweet tenor of eden grace

Chapter 6 is out!

you can read it here!

have fun!

[skysaunter]

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nowadays, anakin skywalker can be found at his new york restaurant, azure angel. here, amidst the clinking of glasses and the murmurs of the elite, anakin presents himself as a simple businessman with a passion for cars and hell-bent on spreading the taste of his late mother’s cooking. but beneath this façade lies a man known by a different moniker—VADER: the widowed mechanic turned automotive tycoon, restaurateur, UNDERWORLD KINGPIN, ARMS TRAFFICKER, CONTRABAND DEALER, EXTORTIONIST, and COLD-BLOODED MURDERER.

[brazen-kenobi]

"It occurred to him then, with a clarity that was startling given the darkside hurricane howling through him, that Yoda was wrong about the dangers of attachment. Or at least that he wasn't altogether right. It was true, attachment could weaken a jedi's resolve, but it could also strengthen it. As he was strengthened now by his love for Qui-Gon and Anakin. Without them, he would have failed long before this moment. And so, leaning on them, he continued to fight."  - Obi-Wan Kenobi, Clone Wars: Wild Space

[crystalshined]

[ WALL ]:     sender slams the receiver against a wall during a fight/sparring match. ( anakin @ tru )

They have sparred before in their boyhood, too many times at that.

A blade swishes by Tru’s ear, millimeters away from meeting the flesh with heat of million degrees. Not quite close enough as the Teevan bends out of the attack line. Again, a blue arc of energy parries another. Tru has long known that Skywalker fights rough. The raw power of his Djem So is enough to turn Tru’s fingertips numb. Tru knows he should be evading those kinds of attacks, it would cost him less effort, but the truth is that he doesn’t want to. Their lightsabers spit cold sparks at contact. Their dance repeats. 

He kicks. He is pushed.

They have sparred like this in the past, with no indication of end.

The hollow sound of his back slamming against the durasteel fills Tru’s senses. The blur of a blade comes next and momentarily Tru expects to feel the searing burn of a lightsaber on his vitals. His hand flies to grasp Anakin’s wrist in a pinch.

The glow of Skywalker’s saber reflects in Tru’s silver eyes. His own lightsaber illuminates Anakin's face

A trickle of sweat rolls down his neck. Tru realizes that he is smiling 

“... Good fight.” He says. He cannot deny this has been fun.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

ANAKIN SKYWALKER who pissed you the fuck off. Who’s earned himself a one-way trip to the doghouse. Who tries to talk his way through the silent treatment, everything from questions to pleas to shouting. You won’t have it, and it kills him to be ignored.

“Well, fine! Be that way.” he announces loudly throughout the house, storming to the opposite side to leave you completely alone. He punishes you for being upset with him, for needing space from him. Your unhealthy response is met with his in poetic turn.

He sleeps by himself that night. Even though sleep is inaccessible, he lies on his back with his arms crossed over his chest. The delicate crease in his brow has deepened to a permanent crevice, scowling at the light fixture in the ceiling. He can’t even recall exactly what caused this disruption and he certainly doesn’t believe it’s his fault. Whatever stance he took that offended you is clearly his private beliefs and you should’ve respected that. His metal fingers tap in a wave across his bicep, and he picks up his head to glance at the doorway of the living room as if you would be there to greet him. No such thing. You’re probably fast asleep in the comforts of your shared bed, the bed you so carelessly kicked him out of.

The couch is uncomfortable. The material is smooth but naturally cold against his bare back and his thin black pants. He’s used to his many covers, and a body next to him.

A warm, smooth body. He misses it. Soft and creamy in texture, he misses the way it winds around him. But you’re being difficult. As if you’re a princess, every interaction between the two of you has been scrutinized with extreme prejudice by your judgmental eyes. You questioned his every move towards you, every touch, every word. Your wrath knew no bounds and now he’s cold and alone and it’s your fault. He doesn’t want you. He doesn’t want you near him, holding him, running your hands through his hair. He doesn’t want your massages that release muscle tensions he didn’t even know he had, he doesn’t want your kind smile against his ear as you whisper your dirty little secrets, he doesn’t want your experienced hand running down the hair at his abdomen to caress him through his sleepwear.

You’ve had a prissy little attitude he could fuck out of you, if he wanted to. His grip on his bicep tightens, sharp spite taking root within his heart as he curses himself in Huttese. There’s a dirty word he’d like to call you right now, he’d like to sneer it in your face in a language you can’t understand just so you can be offended without reason. It’ll give you a taste of the betrayal’s he’s felt this night.

The chaise he lays on is not long enough for his body, his bare feet hang off the arm rest, and he shifts so he can plant them there. Once properly leveraged, he straightens his legs so he pushes himself up to more of a sit as a sneer twitches at the corner of his nose. He has half a mind to go disturb you while you peacefully slumber, interrupt you with his jealousy over your comfort and demand that if you have a problem with him that you should be the one to leave. You’d fit on this useless couch anyway. A yelling match would surely ensue; he’d be able to raise his voice over yours and finally make you understand his point of view. You’d be so eager to make it up to him, so keen to please him that you’d do anything, wouldn’t you? Pondering its possibilities has his left hand lured to the sudden ache between his legs.

You’d be so broken up over how coldly you’ve treated him, you’d spoil him. You’d pamper him with apologies and compliments he’d ignore, you’d beg to rub his sore shoulders and arms so that he’d look at you again. Kisses would be planted wherever you could reach, and he’d direct you with a palm on your head to where your lips belong. Sweetly you’d worship on his manhood, coaxing him to attention with patience and enthusiasm until he’s ready to free it. Wouldn’t matter how long he’d let you perform for him, you wouldn’t say a word about rushing him. Briefly, he considers the notion that you’d let him bat it against your cheek, and rub it on your face. He’d hump your head just to see the thick mix of fluids coat your pretty features. If he’s feeling particularly vengeful, he might fuck your throat with the intent to hurt, the intent to choke. You’d have to campaign for his mercy by flattering for his ego because if you’re too pitiful he’ll be too inclined to suffocate you with his every inch plugging your airway. Big hands at the back of your head to keep you pinned while you sputter and spray around his base. Your mess of stringy saliva would dribble down his balls and catch on the hair on his thighs.

A noise of the house creaks and his eyes fly open. His hand has come to caress himself, balled around his solid shaft that pulses with need. He can practically feel the blood pump through it, the sensitive skin burning for relief as he’s rawed it against the material of his pants.

He pushes through the discomfort, and plunges the hand down his waistband, fisting his red hot cock with a callused grasp.

[lunalitva]

Lorenzo Di Lamberti is the type to pull out just so he can paint your tits and face with his cum...

Then he'd thrust back in and continue fucking you.

Sorry it had to be said.

[clonehub]

Portrait of Two Men

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[soloorganaas]

second hot take: anakin skywalker can't read and no one fucking noticed

no you’re so fucking onto something here bc we’re talking about the people who didn’t notice a woman was nine months pregnant with twins and a guy who has such a desperate need for approval he would have literally learnt to make books read themselves aloud through the force than admit to obi wan he couldn’t read himself. so when the padawans went through gffa poli sci and How Not To Become A Fascist 101 he was not clued into the assigned reading

[rebel-ahsoka]

THE CLONE WARS, 1.11 OBI WAN KENOBI, 1.02