Beforetheempire - Prequels

here Padawan Maul and later, Jedi Master in traditional robe… holy shit, he was a funny ass looking kid.

Bo katan by Danielle Visser on artstation.

THE MANDALORIAN 2.03 + Connections to STAR WARS: THE CLONE WARS and STAR WARS REBELS

CORUSCANT GUARD + B99 MEMES!! Had a bunch of fun w these boys!!!

Anakin pissed off his wife and Fox Has Had It™. And then the boys learn NOT to steal Grizzer for pranks... 😂

Shots I redrew below!!:

Dress

c.1745; Restyled c.1760

Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

— YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME

PAIRING — Anakin Skywalker // suitless!Darth Vader x fem!Gray Jedi!Reader

SUMMARY — You were Anakin’s childhood friend but you left the Jedi Order and him behind to walk your own path. Despite that, he’s determined to protect you from danger but what he doesn’t realise is that he might be the threat himself.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I’m a Star Wars fan for 20 years now but I have never published any fics written for this universe so I’m kind of nervous anyway… 🙈 Padmé doesn’t exist in this one, I guess, therefore Obi–Wan didn’t get to destroy our boy Ani on Mustafar. I’m not sure, to be honest, can Reader be called a Gray Jedi but I think it suits her the most. 💗

WARNINGS — dark themes, Force choke™, open ending

WORD COUNT — 2,400

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

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"no attachments" in SW literally just means "don't be selfish and possessive". that's it. that's all there is. doesn't mean jedi can't have friends and loved ones. they can. just. don't be possessive and selfish about it. don't murder thousands of people in an effort to save one.

Storytime with Auntie Soka aka let’s embarrass tf out of your father because he deserves it 

(here’s the original sketch because I really like how it turned out)

I refuse to believe that no one saw the bad vibes on that man.

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."