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[nanamis-username]

Watching the Clone Wars as a non Star Wars watcher 🥀

[blushandfics]

anakin who's soso sweet and gentle all while having you folded absolutely gutting your insides out 😕😕😕 !! he's soo attentive and understanding cus that's his baby !!!!

warnings: explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, intense dom!anakin, mention of belly bulge/fullness, tears & overwhelmed crying from pleasure, praise, rough but gentle dynamic (he’s careful but still fucks her deep), overstimulation, established relationship.

you’re soft under his hands, bare skin warm as your breath trembles out your chest. he looks at you for a second, dark eyes warm and wanting all at once.

he’s gathered you up gently, your knees folded up toward your chest, so pliant it almost hurts. he’s careful, but he isn’t shy about it: the stretch burning in that dizzy, perfect way, your chest arching up into him— he’s nestled so deep inside it steals the words right off your tongue.

“you’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he grits, voice full of that aching intensity only he could carry. he braces his gloved hand against the mattress— the other, warm and calloused, ghosting over your cheek.

it spills a trembling sound from your lips, your nails digging uselessly into the hard muscle of his shoulders. he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t stop, just keeps you there: folded open, your body twitching under the weight of him.

the length and thickness of him sinks through you — the drag of every thrust giving your belly the faintest swell each time he bottoms himself out.

“do you see that, my love?” his voice roughens, almost hushed, like he can barely believe it himself. “how full you are… stars…”

your lashes dampen with tears, breath catching in little sobs that melt into moans. it knocks something raw from your chest — a half formed “a‑ani…” whimper when his hips roll deeper, itching a spot inside that makes your vision blur.

he leans closer, forehead nearly touching yours, curls damp at his temple. “too much?” he whispers, so close you feel the words against your mouth. his forehead almost rests on yours, sweat beading at the hollow of his throat. even asking, he doesn’t quite stop — hips still pushing himself slow and deep.

you shake your head, barely — your voice catching in your throat. his thumb brushes your cheek again, softer than anything, and you swear you could cry from it alone.

“that’s my girl,” he murmurs, voice breaking gentle and low. his hand traces down, fingers pressing light against your belly, feeling the way he’s filling you so deep it aches. “taking me so well…”

he watches it all, gaze dark and warm, so full it makes your heart feel too big in your chest.

and the way he keeps you folded, so careful even when it’s overwhelming, makes you feel breakable in the sweetest way — like he’d die before letting you slip away.

“my sweet love,” he rasps again, hips rolling deeper, your breath hitching sharp. “always so good for me… always…”

it lingers like that— your heartbeat skittering under his touch, everything else falling quiet around the steady, aching closeness. and in that hush, it feels like he could keep you right there forever… ♡

[jadorepadmes]

Natalie Portman as Padmé Amidala on the set of Attack of the Clones, 2002 🪷

[bangs-coffee-fandoms-unite]

For the sole fact that Ewan McGregor can sing, I just know that Obi-Wan Kenobi can, and not just a little, bur infuriatingly because it appears effortlessly perfect.

The 212th discovers this completely by accident when they are trapped in some ancient temple ruins and come across the most ridiculous puzzle imaginable: a sealed door that only opens if someone sings every note perfectly.

Naturally, the troopers try first. It goes about as well as you would expect. They are all standing around, arguing over pitch and rhythm, when Obi-Wan takes one brief look at the inscription, tilts his head, and without a hint of hesitation sings.

And it is… stunning. Enough to bring tears to their eyes. The door slides open with a deep, ancient groan.

Obi-Wan, completely unfazed, folds his hands into his sleeves and says, “Ah, here we are. Gentlemen.”

Meanwhile, every single member of the 212th is frozen in place, jaws somewhere on the floor.

Commander Cody, under his helmet, may or may not be having a nosebleed.

After that, the 212th start inventing reasons for their general to sing. Obi-Wan is deeply suspicious but occasionally indulges them.

Eventually, word spreads and the 501st gets involved. Then suddenly in the midst of a war Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex and Cody are trying to come up with increasingly absurd scenarios that “require” Obi-Wan to sing.

[dual-sabers-art]

I was in stitches watching this scene from episode 6 where Maul looks visibly annoyed at Marrok's spinning lightsaber, so I had to doodle it along with his internal monologue :,D

[somewhereincairparavel]

this frame is absolute cinema

[skysgalaxy]

Yeah really 😂😅

I feel like he does it on purpose no wonder why so many get confused

[anymal28]

"I watch clone wars for the lore" "I watch clone wars for the jedi" "I watch clone wars for the battles"

Yeah well I watch clone wars for the funky little guys in the funky little helmets so