The Padmé’s Handmaidens As Mandalorians!

im meant to be doing my degree but instead i spent like an hour making the worlds most confusing family tree. what is wrong with me

crosshair and anakin would be smoking buddies :) modern au!

One Shot: Break the Ice//Anakin X Reader

Summary: After you’ve been particularly cold towards Anakin during a senatorial party, he decides to remind you who’s in charge.

Warnings: Some sensory shit cause Anakin uses ice on the reader, can’t stress this enough READER IS TEASED WITH ICE, dom/sub, soft dom Ani, some begging, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, typos and bad writing, I’m tired y’all!

A/N: I wrote this based of an Anakin gif and Britney Spears song in about two days so sorry if it’s crap! Love y'all and hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.2K

You sat impatiently near a few other senators, the room filled with the Lively sounds of shallow conversation and the clinking of glasses. You drummed your fingers lightly against your knee, trying not to let your utter boredom show in your expression. With a sigh, you turned your gaze to the clock, counting down the minutes till you could flee back to the refuge of your apartment and the arms of your Anakin.

“Greetings senator.” Said a familiar voice from behind you. Before you even acknowledged his presence, you scanned the room for signs of any watchful Jedi, any senators that would be on the lookout for gossip, any droids that might repeat snippets of conversations. Any threats.

“Hello general Skywalker.” You replied, a coolness creeping its way into your voice. You turned in your seat to face your lover, attempting to appear as disinterested as possible. His eyes meet yours, searching for an answer to your strange behavior. 

“Enjoying the party?” 

“Oh immensely.” You lied. 

“Really? Because you seem a little…” He paused, trying to find the right words.

You lowered your voice slightly so as to not run the risk of being overheard. “Well there are just so many people here. I’d hate for anyone to see a senator talking to a Jedi and get the wrong impression.” He looked at you with a bemused expression, eyebrows slightly raised and a cocky smile gracing his lips. 

“I see.” The two of you fell silent, letting the sounds of the party fill the tension. 

“Well,” you said, clearing your throat as you stood. “I must be going.” You picked up your drink and started to move across the room. 

“Senator.” Anakin said quietly in a way of farewell, watching as you walked away.

“General.” 

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@codywanweek Day 5: Purge Trooper

dilf!anakin would definitely be the type to steal you away from the kids for a while just to fuck you.

he'd come up with some random excuse like "we gotta go have a private talk" while grabbing your hand and dragging you to the bedroom. as soon as he shuts the door, he would be so quick to strip you from your clothes, pawing at your ass and tits, until you're totally naked above him.

"shhh baby can't let the kids hear us." his hot breath fanning your neck as you bounce on his thick cock. it would be absolutely impossible for you to keep quiet.

"needed you so bad angel, i just couldn't wait." he grunts, his hips thrusting harshly up to meet yours.

your kids would eventually start knocking on the door needing you for whatever reason, but anakin doesn't care, he still needs you. his hand slips right down to your clit, making you quickly clamp your mouth shut to prevent any noise coming from escaping. your orgasm creeping closer and closer.

"just a minute, mommy's coming!"

"isn't that right mommy?"

Star Wars Travel Posters // by Steve Thomas

18+, smut, Dilf!Anakin, cheating.

"Look at you, my good girl," 𝗗𝗶𝗹𝗳!𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 whispers, his grip in your forearms tightening as he brings your body closer to his, pressing your back against his broad chest. "I thought you said this was the last time."

Everything about him is like a drug you can't stop consuming, always injecting it into your veins, enjoying the thrill, turning off your phone, and taking off your wedding band. Skin to skin, you moan louder, safe inside the thick walls of the motel, your walls milk his cock, clinging to him desperately.

"Just face it. You can't stop thinking about me," Anakin haunts you, hitting all the spots no one else can reach, pushing the buttons that make your body tremble. The sloppy sound is music to his ears, he needs more. Is like a greedy feeling that he only experiences when he's with you. "You can't stop thinking about my cock, always calling me drunk, begging me to come over and fuck you— such a shameless slut, with your husband sleeping upstairs."

Letting go of your arms, your body collapses on the bed, the mattress bouncing with your combined weight. The pillow sinks as he pushes his palm over your head, lifting your hips by hooking an arm underneath your hips. Your cries grow louder, so do his thrusts. It is almost 6:00 AM, he has been going for hours, ravishing your body, destroying every guilty thought you had left for texting him again.

"You are stuck with me, darling," You wouldn't have it any other way. "So why don't we turn on that phone of yours and call your husband, maybe I can send him a video of your pussy stretching around my cock."

Darth Maul in a nutshell.

The reverence Luke has for his first lightsaber is so funny in retrospect, as if that wasn't his father's twenty-seventh lightsaber after breaking or losing all the ones before (we won't even get into the fact it's also the Youngling Slayer 9000), and kept it safe for over three years as his most sacred object.

Meanwhile, Anakin is just:

@crossover15 kofi requested I draw @coruscantrhapsody's headcanon that Anakin has beef w the Coruscant's Bob the Builder equivalent lol!!

(ko-fi requests are open!!)