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âThat is the kind of fear that lives inside Anakin Skywalker: the dragon of that dead star. It is an ancient, cold dead voice within his heart that whispers all things dieâŚâ
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My Laptop broke, then I got trapped in The Creative Abyss of Doom⢠and just recently realized that I haven't posted anything in 10 months (âĽďšâĽ)
So, here's some Boba to get back into things. And what's better than one Boba? Four Bobas!
My Laptop broke, then I got trapped in The Creative Abyss of Doom⢠and just recently realized that I haven't posted anything in 10 months (âĽďšâĽ)
So, here's some Boba to get back into things. And what's better than one Boba? Four Bobas!
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always funny to remember darth vader is anakin skywalker. the adrenaline junkie chucklefuck who used to dive head first out of speeders and built a pod racer in his yard when he was like six is now upper-middle management for the evil empire. half of his appearances in the original trilogy are Meetings. vader spends like 80% of his time dealing with bureaucratic bullshit. status updates. team meetings. holo-Zooms. budget rundowns. anakin betrayed the jedi and caused the fall of the republic and his punishment is being CC'd on every email forever. and you know what. he would hate that. the punishment fits the criminal
since I read the Disney fic I've been dying for some kind of role reversal... I want to see Anakin as a disgruntled Disney employee
okay....I loved this so much it ended up like. over a thousand words lol. thank you for the idea it was so much fun <3
I give you disgruntled bartender anakin and horny vacationer obi-wan!
(some context, there is a park at disney with areas for a bunch of different countries, and it is a thing to "drink around the world" where you get a drink at every spot)
âI gotta go take a piss,â Quinlan said, rising from his stool and departing into the crowd with a hand on Obi-Wanâs shoulder. Obi-Wan saw him off with a nod and turned his attention back to his beer.Â
He cast his eyes around the faux-English tavern heâd found himself in, replete with deafening music piping jauntily through the speakers and decor that was surely meant to be a very twee facsimile of some bygone era. Just one of many wonders he was certain were in store for him today.Â
To his left, two men, who seemed to be already drunk, staggered up from their barstools, leaving only a dollar bill and a handful of change behind.Â
âAssholes,â the hot bartender scoffed as he surveyed the pitiful fare.Â
Obi-Wan had been - well, not watching him, per se, but noticing him, at least. It was hard not to, with the way he looked.Â
Obi-Wan snorted at the comment, drawing the bartenderâs attention.Â
âCan I help you?â he said, sounding pissed off. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.Â
âArenât you supposed to be, I donât know, friendly? Something about the happiest place on earth?â Obi-Wan offered, he hoped charmingly, pairing it with a smile. He was being a bit of a dick, he knew, but he was starting to feel a bit tipsy from the two drinks theyâd had and, well.Â
Sarcasm had always been his preferred form of flirting.Â
The bartender rolled his eyes. âThatâs Disneyland. And you try dealing with tourists forty hours a week and see how you like it,â he answered dismissively.Â
âPlus,â the bartender, Anakin, his nametag read, continued, âIâm giving them the authentic experience of a gruff British barkeep.â Heâd stepped closer, and leaned forward onto the bar as he spoke, resting his elbows on the sticky wood only a few inches away from Obi-Wanâs. âYou sound like youâre from across the pond,â Anakin continued derisively. âHow am I doing?âÂ
âAh. Very authentically rude,â Obi-Wan teased back. âThough I must say the food leaves much to be desired,â he added, looking down at the dismal fish and chips heâd discarded beside him.Â
Anakin laughed. Obi-Wan found he quite liked the sound. âWell, you canât blame me for that,â he said, tossing the rag heâd been holding easily over his shoulder. Obi-Wan followed the movement of his broad shoulders with interest.Â
âAre you here visiting?â Anakin asked, still leaning close. Someone down the bar seemed to be trying to get his attention, and Obi-Wan watched with some small satisfaction as Anakin resolutely ignored them.Â
âYes,â Obi-Wan replied. âIâve been very unfortunately roped into drinking around the world,â he said ruefully. He was certainly too old to be having eleven drinks in one night, but Quinlan had insisted.Â
Anakin rolled his eyes. âOf course. Whereâd you start?â he asked.Â
âCananda, I think,â Obi-Wan answered, recalling the watery beer heâd consumed beside some sort of fake waterfall.Â
Anakin grinned. âMexico last then. Be careful with the margaritas, theyâll fuck you up,â he said.Â
âIâll keep that in mind,â Obi-Wan said, returning Anakinâs smile with one of his own.Â
âSo, are you here with yourâŚboyfriend?â Anakin asked, tilting his head towards Quinlanâs empty stool.Â
Obi-Wan snorted. âDefinitely not.âÂ
âBecause youâre straight?â Anakin asked, cocking his head to the side, eyeing Obi-Wan with clear intent.Â
Anakinâs smile grew. âSo, where are you staying?âÂ
***
Quinlan returned just as Obi-Wan was tucking the receipt with Anakinâs number into his wallet.Â
âYouâre shitting me,â Quinlan said, eyeing the paper with the incriminating digits as Obi-Wan carefully folded it. âI leave for five minutes and you find a boyfriend.âÂ
Obi-Wan shrugged unapologetically. Anakin gave him a final grin from where he stood down the bar, finally taking someone elseâs order.Â
âYouâre not going to ditch me to get some dick, are you?â Quinlan said as they made their way back out into the sweltering heat.Â
âOf course not,â Obi-Wan answered easily. âHe doesnât get off until ten.âÂ
***
At 10:45, Anakin knocked on the door of Obi-Wanâs hotel room. He was still in his work outfit, which Obi-Wan could now see involved breaches, but heâd removed his name tag. He was smiling, just as enticingly handsome as heâd been earlier.Â
âWell, I do love a man in uniform,â Obi-Wan said as he pulled Anakin inside.Â
As soon as they crossed the threshold, Obi-Wan pulled Anakin into a bruising kiss. Anakin started at the suddenness before relaxing into it, returning the kiss eagerly. He wrapped his arms around Obi-Wanâs waist and Obi-Wan let his own loop around Anakinâs neck.Â
âJesus,â Anakin said as they parted. âYou are drunk. Are you sure you want to do this?âÂ
Obi-Wan scoffed. âIâm fine,â he said, leading Anakin over to the bed, though his point was somewhat undercut by the way he tumbled down onto its surface as soon as his legs hit the edge. âAnd yes, I do,â he added as he pulled Anakin down with him.Â
âIt was the margaritas, wasnât it? I did warn you,â Anakin said, following to brace himself over Obi-Wan.Â
âShut up,â Obi-Wan said, pulling Anakin back down into a kiss.Â
âAre you even going to be able to get it up, old man?â Anakin said, with a teasing meanness that, ironically, went straight to Obi-Wanâs cock.Â
âActually, I had something else in mind,â Obi-Wan breathed back as Anakin began to kiss down his neck.Â
Ten minutes later, they were both naked and sweating under the air conditioning as Obi-Wan ground himself down onto Anakinâs cock.Â
Anakin had his arms folded behind his head, showing off the broad expanse of his tanned chest. The smooth, muscled skin rose and fell tantalizingly as he panted.Â
âFuck, yeah, thatâs it baby. Use me like a toy,â he breathed.Â
Obi-Wan had no problem following that direction. He lifted himself up on his knees before driving back down again, moaning as Anakinâs cock rammed deliciously into his prostate.Â
Anakin lifted a hand to grope at Obi-Wanâs cock, which, to his shame, was only half-hard after all. But he didnât have the wherewithal to be embarrassed, too focused on grinding himself down onto Anakin again and again.Â
âI was right,â Anakin panted in a half-groan, giving Obi-Wanâs cock a squeeze just the right side of too-hard. âYou would have been useless with this.âÂ
That was enough to push Obi-Wan over the edge. He came with a wail, his cock spurting out a feeble string of cum onto the fine hairs on Anakinâs stomach.Â
Anakin moaned, gripping Obi-Wanâs hips and fucking up into him until he, too, fell over the edge, grinding Obi-Wan down onto him as he filled the condom.Â
Obi-Wan fell forward onto Anakinâs chest, breathing heavy as his head spun from the euphoria of his orgasm. And the margaritas, probably. He really was quite drunk.Â
They lay there for a few minutes, panting together. It was possible Obi-Wan might have dozed off a bit. It had been far too long since heâd been fucked, least of all something so vigorous and thorough.Â
He was pulled back into awareness when Anakin spoke. âSo,â he said, flipping them over easily and looking down at Obi-Wan. âWanna go again?âÂ
***
The next day, Obi-Wan looked with some amount of bleak humor at the pitiful photo. He was seated on space mountain, looking decidedly green around the gills, wearing sunglasses even in the darkness of the ride. His hangover was relentless, and the bright lights and overstimulating chaos of the park didnât help. He regretted letting Quinlan drag him onto the ride.Â
Obi-Wan snapped a photo on his phone of the pitiful image and sent it to Anakin. He was off this afternoon, which Obi-Wan knew because heâd let Anakin sleep over last night. Heâd also let him fuck Obi-Wan again in the shower this morning, letting him cum directly into Obi-Wanâs ass. Obi-Wan never claimed to be a smart man.Â
He didnât have to wait long for Anakinâs answer.Â
Anakin Bartender: LOL
Anakin Bartender: let me know when you get sick of the parks and youre ready for a real ride
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