#& anakin

[wildcassowary]

I'd argue it's one of the MANY "slay" things he did ;)

an underrated vader personality trait is his unhinged sense of humor

[anakinstwinklebunny]

TW: i have no idea what happened 🧍‍♀️ I'll try to use less vulgar words in next works - I know for some it may be uncomfortable and honestly I don't feel right with myself while doing it too

JAMES KELLY’s hands, stained with grease and calloused from years of hard work, gripped your hips with a force that sent shivers down your spine. His touch was rough, unapologetic, but the way his thumbs pressed small, possessive circles into your skin had you melting. “Look at you,” he rasped, his voice rough like gravel, thick with unfiltered desire. “You’ve been teasin’ me all fuckin’ day, haven’t you?”

Perched on the hood of his car, you could feel the cool metal against your thighs as his heat pressed into you, consuming every bit of space. His dark eyes raked over you, lingering on the way your dress rode high, exposing more than you’d usually dare. And Maker, the way he looked at you—it wasn’t just hunger; it was starvation.

“I didn’t—” you started, but he silenced you with a smirk, leaning closer until his lips brushed against your ear.

“Didn’t what? Didn’t mean to drive me fuckin’ crazy?” he growled, his stubble grazing your neck as his teeth nipped at your skin. “Bullshit, baby. You knew exactly what you were doin’.”

His lips were on you in an instant, crashing against yours with a heat so intense it left you gasping. The kiss was messy, desperate—his tongue sliding into your mouth, claiming every inch like it was his right. And still, wasn’t it? The taste of him, mixed with the faint hint of smoke and engine oil, had your head spinning.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath came in hot, ragged bursts. “Goddamn,” he muttered, his voice low, almost a snarl. “You make me lose my fuckin’ mind.”

His hands slid lower, pushing up the hem of your dress until it bunched around your hips. The low, filthy whistle that escaped him when he realized you weren’t wearing panties sent a flush straight to your cheeks.

“No fuckin’ way,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. “You walked in here like this? Just waitin’ for me to take you apart?”

“James,” you breathed, squirming under his gaze, but he wasn’t having it.

“Quiet” he said, but his tone wasn’t harsh—it was raw, dripping with everything he was holding. His fingers teased between your thighs, dragging through your slick folds as his dark eyes locked onto yours. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, baby. Did you get like this just thinkin’ about me? Thinkin’ about my cock?”

Your breath hitched as he slid one thick finger inside you, curling it just right before pulling out and tracing slow, torturous circles around your clit. “Answer me,” he demanded, his voice a low growl.

“Yes,” you gasped, your hands clutching his arms as he worked you with an expertise that had you seeing stars.

“Good girl,” he muttered, his free hand gripping your thigh, spreading you open wider. “You wanna know what I’ve been thinkin’ about all damn day?”

You nodded, too breathless to form words, and his smirk widened.

“This,” he said, sliding another finger into you, stretching you just enough to make you moan. “This pretty little pussy, all mine to fuck, mine to ruin. And you, baby—so goddamn greedy for it.”

“Please,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand.

“Oh, I’m gonna give it to you,” he promised, pulling his fingers away and bringing them to his lips, licking them clean with a groan. “But you gotta be patient. Let me take my time with you.”

He undid his jeans with a quick, practiced motion, freeing his cock and stroking it a few times as he positioned himself at your entrance. The tip teased against your slick heat, and you bit your lip, trying to push yourself onto him.

“Greedy,” he muttered again, shaking his head, but the amusement in his voice was laced with so much need it made your stomach flutter. He slammed into you in one smooth, brutal motion, filling you so completely you cried out.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder as he paused for a moment, letting you adjust. “So tight.. squeezing me as if I were your lifeline”

He didn’t wait long before he started moving, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that was punishing and perfect. Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, your hands scrambling for purchase against the hood of the car.

“You hear that?” he rasped, his breath hot against your ear. “That’s the sound of me fuckin’ you like you’ve been beggin’ for all day.”

The wet, obscene noises of your bodies moving together filled the air, mingling with your gasps and his low groans. You couldn’t hold back the cries that spilled from your lips as his cock hit that perfect spot inside you over and over again.

“James,” you whimpered, your body arching into him, desperate and overwhelmed. “I’m so close.”

“Yeah?” he growled, his hand sliding between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb. “Then come for me, baby. I wanna feel you.”

You shattered around him, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your walls clenched around him, and he cursed under his breath, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chased his own release.

“Damn,” he groaned, pulling out at the last second and spilling himself across your stomach, the heat of it sending another shiver down your spine.

But he wasn’t done—not even close.

Dropping to his knees between your legs, he spread you open again, his tongue sliding through your folds to lap up everything you’d given him. His stubble scratched against your thighs as his mouth worked you over, his hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“You taste so sweet,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your flesh. “Could eat you for hours, baby. Days, even. You’d let me, wouldn’t you? Let me keep you right here, keep you coming on my tongue until you’re too wrecked to even move.”

You couldn’t respond—not with the way his tongue was circling your clit, not with the way his fingers slid back inside you, coaxing another orgasm from you with devastating precision.

When you finally came again, trembling and gasping his name, he pulled back with a smirk, his lips and chin glistening. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your thigh before standing and pulling you - his little doll - into his arms. “You’re mine, baby. Every inch of you belongs to me.”

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HAYDEN BABY YA'LL

I love you baby

You make me go...ooohhh lallllaaaaallllaaaaaaaaaaaa

[roryheartz]

he was a fashion icon I fear… 🎀

[cursedjewel]

so silly and yet also so haunting

[reevesartisse]

SITH! OBI-WAN & ANAKIN SKYWALKER | WHAT IF? STAR WARS BY ME. I always liked the idea of Obi-Wan corrupted by the dark side, so i made this. Star Wars really needs a what if show.

[spaceymaseyy]

Hayden Christensen for EMPIRE magazine (2024)

[samanthadoodles]

Anakin Skywalker 💔

Print made for Fan Expo Chicago 2024. Signed by Hayden Christensen at the event.

[amarcia]

I've had this silly headcanon for a while that Anakin simply saw Padme give birth in his vision and got absolutely dramatic over it. "She will die!" "No Skywalker it always looks this way"

@jedijune 04 Cross-lineage mentorship

✨🌙 ART LOG -> @404ama

[prequelsnet]

@prequelsnet prequels appreciation week: day 5 — found family

↳ The Disaster Lineage

[phantasm-echo]

Cody and Obi-Wan are such parents—

they mean so much to me ;-;

[tygerfortart]

[anakinstwinklebunny]

TIMING: summer 1943

The golden spikes of wheat swayed in the breeze, the horizon blurred by the heat of the sun. You sat together in the middle of the field, far from the noise of the village, far from the world that seemed to crumble a little more each day. Anakin was laying on his back, one hand pillowing his head while the other loosely held yours.

“You think the war will end soon?” you asked softly, breaking the silence that had settled like a warm blanket over the two of you.

Anakin didn’t answer at first. His eyes were fixed on the sky, where clouds drifted lazily, oblivious to the chaos below. He squeezed your hand gently.

“Maybe,” he finally said, his voice low, thoughtful. “Or maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it just drags on until there’s nothing left.”

You glanced at him, the lines of worry etched across his face making your heart ache. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it?” His voice cracked slightly, betraying the heaviness in his chest. He turned his head to look at you, his piercing blue eyes shadowed by something you couldn’t quite place. Fear? Regret? “Some of us won’t make it out of this.”

Your breath hitched. You shook your head, desperate to push away the thought. “You will. You’ll come back to me.”

“I want to believe that,” he murmured, his gaze falling down to your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “But if I don’t…”

“Don’t.” Your voice wavered, but you didn’t let the tears fall. “Don’t say it. Don’t even think it.”

The silence returned - thick and suffocating, yet you didn’t let go of him. Instead, you shifted closer, resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady, grounding, so calming in everyday-chaos

“Do you think we’ll have a house someday?” you whispered after a while, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his shirt. “A little one, on a hill. Maybe a dog running around. And you, fixing everything that breaks while I try to plant roses that refuse to bloom.”

He chuckled softly, the sound bittersweet. “Roses would bloom for you, angel. They’d have to.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, though your throat burned. “And maybe…” you trailed off, hesitant.

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe a baby. Or two.”

His chest rose sharply beneath you, and when you glanced up, his gaze was softer, warmer. “You’d be the best mother,” his voice cracking under the weight of the words. “And I’d try to be a good father. I’d want them to look like you, though..”

“Anakin,” you whispered, your hand pressing against his cheek. He turned into your touch, his eyes slipping shut for a moment, as though memorizing the feeling.

The wind picked up, rustling the wheat around you. It felt like the world held its breath.

“Do you think we’ll make it?” you asked, your voice breaking.

He didn’t answer this time, and the silence was deafening.

But then he sat up, pulling you with him. His hands cupped your face, his gaze burning into yours. “I’ll try,” he said fiercely. “For you. I’ll do everything I can to make it back to you. But if I don’t…”

“No.” You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Don’t you dare.”

“If I don’t,” he repeated, his voice softer now, “promise me you’ll keep living. You’ll plant those roses, even if they won't bloom. You’ll find peace.”

“I don’t want peace. I want you,” you choked out, gripping his wrists.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, his chin resting on the crown of your head. His heart thundered against your ear.

Silence - so familiar yet so foreign

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[roryheartz]

save me frat boy hayden