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motelofmermaids · 3 months

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i barely see gentle anakin skywalker… so… i am introducing it to y’all! rots anakin (lord have mercy) ❥ (+18)

anakin skywalker is unpredictable, in more ways than one—always leaving your breath caught in your chest.

he was rough in his voice, he had a strong sense of force. you knew that, he stood tall and confident… been through the darkest of days, the darkness of his life. he was cold because of that, never quite letting anyone in as much as he did with obi-wan. but you were different, and he knew that from the beginning. when you were sitting across from him in the jedi council, being only two years younger than him—the second youngest person to hold a position on the council—he knew you were different. you were soft in all ways. your voice, gentle. your eyes so sweet and smile just as warm when looking at everyone. including him.

you were the one that was there to arrest chancellor palpatine when anakin was at his lowest, fighting the dark side, slowly succumbing to the manipulation. you were there to give him a voice, allowing him to use it when the council fought so hard to refuse. he was head over heels, always around you. he smiled more, spoke up more—joked around, even. and eventually, he was not afraid of you being a little too close, was not afraid of your touch burning his skin—he was not afraid of receiving true love, because he was no longer afraid of losing you like he had lost his mother.

he stood tall and strong, but he was no longer cold and dark. anakin conveyed this in many ways, more specifically when you were beneath him. with a hand on your hip, his other, robotic arm, rested up against your head, his elbow digging into the pillow to hold himself up—too afraid to put too much weight on you, so afraid to break you like fine china.

he’d go slow, so excruciatingly slow. you’d beg out quiet sobs. ‘ani, please… ani, you can go faster,’ and how he loved your sings of utter submission. kissing up your neck, breathing so heavily into your ear. he’d leave you shaking, tears prickling your eyes because anakin was gentle, treating you like the most vulnerable thing as he shielded you with his body, fucking you with such fervor. wasn’t afraid to moan, show you just how much he craved your entire being. you were his religion, the way you whimpered and cried against the ghost of his lips—and god, he loved your lips. loved seeing his thumb trace it, loved seeing his fingers push in, pull out, push in until you were drooling around them.

anakin talks you through it so well, knows what to say to get you clenching around him, eyelashes fluttering as he stares into your pretty doe eyes. cannot help it, he argues, the way your whole body floats and blushes and glows when he calls you a ‘pretty girl,’ when he’s telling you ‘god… fuck—you take it so well, good girl.’ you were irresistible. he did it even when he’d be doing all the work, turning you into a sweet puddle of mess. he’d tell you how good you were doing. he craved the reaction. the praise he gave you, it made him feel powerful.

he’d mumble heavy i love you’s into your thighs, exploring every crevice, mapping out every single detail of a body he wants to engrave behind his eyelids. loved the way your fingers would twitch and pull his hair when his tongue would have you soaring and hiccuping out the most divine sounds. you were an angel, he’d conclude, every time his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

he cannot get enough you, he never will, and he conveys it in multiple ways. anakin skywalker is gentle.

#kel’s concepts ♡︎#anakin skywalker loves you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x you #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin imagine #anakin smut #anakin fanfiction #i did not proofread this #but i love him so much

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little-miss-vader · 1 year

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As You Wish

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Jedi Reader

Summary: Anakin recently started feeling a little different about you, he doesn’t wanna be around you. You attempt to speak to him and he comes clean.

Warnings: SMUT GO AWAY MINORS 🫶🏼 Improper use of the force, cunnilingus, p in v sex, kissing, uhhhh yeah just normal smut.

A/N: Hi guys, I’ve been MIA but i really did want to write something so I ACTUALLY wrote something short and simple for the time being. I had this idea a week or so ago. I promise i’ll be back soon with some longer ones!! Thank you guys for everything again 🫶🏼 the smut is just simple. What i would imagine if he was in too much of a rush to put on a performance cuz he’s desperate. Thanks for reading!!!!!

Word Count: 2.7K

Anakin was tired. He had not slept in what felt like weeks. The air around him was heavy and he couldn’t even keep up a friendly conversation. You could feel it. You knew but you didn’t know how to help. You had known him for years and never had a day where he didn’t crack a cocky joke or flash a pretty smile at somebody. Mostly you. You would tell him to be cordial and he would tell you there’s no room for that in his feelings.

Secretly, you loved it. But now, something was wrong and you couldn’t ask what it was due to his avoidance of you. You wanted to know what you’d done to go from the center of his attention everyday to the presence that would cause him to leave a room.

You were walking with a few fellow Padawans, they were talking about how the training droids needed to be updated. You were barely listening. All you could think of was how to talk to Anakin. As you walked toward the courtyard outside the temple, you saw him sitting down and staring at his lightsaber between his hands.

You excused yourself from the group and walked toward him. They all rolled their eyes as you left without a second to spare. You jogged over to him and his eyes didn’t even do as much as twitch to look at you as you stood in front of him. “Ani-“

“Anakin.” He responded, his head lifted to look at you and your lips parted in mild shock before closing again. He never had a problem with you calling him that before. “I’m a bit busy, Y/N.” He stood up and clicked his lightsaber hilt to his hip. You shook your head.

“No. You’re not. You’ve been avoiding me and I need to know why.” You stood up straight in front of him and crossed your arms. Although your attempt to look big in front of him was never to any avail. He looked down at you.

“I don’t have time for this. I really don’t.” His words were short. He began to walk past you and you grabbed his arm. A shock went through your body like an electric current when you saw an image flash in his mind as your hand went to grab his wrist. It was no surprise, you were stronger with the Force than most your own age. He spun around immediately to face you and you dropped your hand.

The image wasn’t there long but it was the clearest one you’d ever seen. In his mind, your touch created an image of you under him while his face nuzzled into your neck. The image was of glistening bodies and heavy breaths. He stared at you knowing exactly what had just happened.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered and Anakin was silent. He didn’t say anything. You looked around the courtyard to avoid his eye contact as his intense glare bored into your head.

“The first time that happened, Obi-Wan was right next to me. It was two weeks ago. Your hand grazed against mine and I saw things I would never have been able to explain if somebody picked up on it. I can’t be around you. This is why I can’t be around you, Y/N.” He spoke and your eyes glued themselves to your feet. That’s why he hadn’t spoken to you. He would leave a room at the drop of a hat if you came in and that was why. Your cheeks flushed and you stuttered out another apology.

“I don’t want to hear an apology. I want.. I want something I can’t have. In light of that, I need you to stay away from me. Don’t touch me. Don’t call me Ani. Don’t even talk to me.” He spoke and your head raised to meet his stare.

“I don’t wanna do that..” You whispered. “You’re my friend. I care about you.” Anakin laughed at your words and his head shook in disbelief.

“If you cared about me you’d do one of two things. Leave me alone or let me have you in the way I want.” His voice was hushed as he neared you, there was people around and he didn’t want to cause a scene. You gulped and looked at him. It was no question, Anakin was handsome. There was a reason you had an affinity for being his friend. Your hand brushed against his and he sucked a breath in through his teeth as you both saw a new image pop into his head. “Stop it.” He said, his jaw was clenched as if he was in agony.

“I’ll do as you wish.” You whispered. His eyes softened and his features dropped their harsh position.

“Which option are you referring to, Y/N?” He whispered back, his brows furrowed and his tongue darted out to dampen his lips. You simply smiled at him and raised your shoulders in a small shrug. He raised an eyebrow and took you by the hand. He didn’t let go and you saw a glimpse of what he was thinking of. You nodded as confirmation and he wasted no time to stand next to you and place his hand on your lower back, guiding you toward the entrance of the palace.

Your heart began to race as he speed walked the both of you toward the corridors of the boy’s dormitories. It felt like you were out of breath and when he would see people were walking by he would drop his hand from its spot on your back, very secretly grabbing your sleeve instead. You were practically being dragged behind him when you both walked further to find the dormitories were empty. Your shorter stature made you almost have to jog to keep up with him.

When you got to his room he opened and door and allowed you in before following behind you. He shut the door and locked it promptly. Your eyes watched his hands, they were big and his fingers were long. You’d never noticed it before and the notion made your stomach turn in a way you couldn’t get enough of. “I need to clarify exactly what it is you meant when you said-“ He began and you shook your head, pressing your hands against his chest before leaning up and kissing him. His hands immediately found their place on the sides of your face, his fingers tangled into your hair.

“I wanted this. I wanted you. When you began to avoid me it broke my heart, I found myself thinking the worst. I thought you hated me.” You whispered as you pulled away and his lips chased yours as you tried to speak.

“I don’t hate you. I hate how you make me feel. I had a dream about you after the first day those ideas popped into my head at your touch. I couldn’t look at you without thinking the most filthy things. I couldn’t risk letting that be exposed to the council.” He pulled you in again and your breath caught in your throat. Your bodies were sharing heat now, his hands gripped the sides of your face like he didn’t want you to go anywhere ever again. Your lips clashed against each other in a way that oozed desperation and it caused a small moan to leave your mouth. He winced and you pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, concern laced your voice. Your eyes followed his gaze down and you noticed the tent he created with his pants. Your cheeks flushed and before you could get another word out Anakin grabbed you by your clothes and began to pull them off at what you would classify as a record speed.

“You drive me insane.” He groaned as he dropped to his knees and pulled your pants down around your ankles. You stepped back and out of them and he gripped at your hips to pull you back to him. “Your skin is just as soft as I thought it would be.” His words were laced with a groan. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at you and watched as your chest heaved. Your stomach flinched when his hot breath hit it. “You smell even better.” He whispered as he placed wet kisses on your stomach and hip bones. Your knees almost buckled at the feeling and you leaned onto the wall next to you for support causing your hips to angle further up toward him.

A growl left his mouth when you unknowingly granted him access to you. He trailed his kisses down and you gasped softly at the understanding of what he was about to do. He watched your reactions, wincing again at the painful feeling between his legs. He liked it. Your eyes darted toward his bed which was right next to you and his followed. A simple movement was all it took and your legs were hooked around his shoulders, his hands holding your lower back close so you didn’t fall. With a quickness that shocked you he stood up and walked you to the bed, his kisses still scattering themselves over your lower stomach. He laid you both down, him on his chest and you on your back, his head right where you wanted it.

He didn’t waste a single moment once you were comfortable. He pushed your knees up so your legs were bent and pushed at your thighs to give himself some space. His tongue pressed flash against you and you let out a whine at the sudden feeling. “Oh, fuck.” You said breathlessly and he chuckled against you, knowing he hadn’t even started.

You felt his tongue stiffen and lick a stripe up you, gathering what juices you had made on his mouth and letting a hum escape his lips. The vibration made you jitter and his grip on your thighs tightened. He began slow, licking and sucking gently. You grinded your hips into his face and he smiled into it. Anakin was quick to move himself so that he was laying down next to you. His hands reached over to pull you on top of him and he scooted you up so that you were sitting right on his face. His nose poked at your clit and your eyes rolled back. Your hands reached up to grab the wall behind his head as he sucked away, almost taking your soul with him. Every movement of his tongue made your hips buck around and it intensified the feelings when you’d brush up against his nose or hit your clit on his tongue.

Anakin stopped briefly and left his tongue out, unmoving. You whined, your hips began to sway back and fourth against him for some kind of friction. He smiled under you and you looked at him as you rode his tongue, feeling yourself begin to tighten at the stomach. A sly hand reached up as you grinded down on him and two soft fingers slid in. You gasped and your eyes squeezed shut as you felt him began to slide in and out of you with his long fingers. “Good girl.” He mumbled as your movements got faster. “Cum on my face, love.” That was the only thing you needed. The tight feeling in your stomach turned to heat and spread through your body as you felt yourself begin to unfold. Your back arched as you rode his face and his fingers curled in a way that made you want to scream, you bit down on your lip to stifle yourself and your legs began to shake. It wasn’t long before you were running away from his tongue, pulling your hips back as the feeling of him touching your sensitive clit was too much to handle and he chuckled.

“My turn.” He whispered before flipping the two of you over and pulling his own clothes off. The look of his muscles under his skin as he moved quickly to rid himself of the painful constraints around his hips made goosebumps erupt all over your body. His mouth connected with your collarbone and you moaned, he moved up slowly until his lips reached yours. He pressed his lips against yours and you tasted what you could only imagine to be your own cum on his lips. You whimpered into his mouth and sucked on his lower lip, causing his hips to buck toward you. “Fucks sake..” He moaned as he lined himself up with your perfectly eager hole. He slipped in with no issue and your hands gripped at his shoulders, a gasp left his mouth when he didn’t stop until he was completely inside of you. He stayed there a moment until you wiggled under him, desperate for him to move, even a little. A smirk pulled at his lips as he started to thrust into you far quicker than you’d have imagined. You pressed your mouth against his shoulder as his hip bones hit your body with every thrust. Your soft sounds were muffled by his skin and his gloved hand reached up to pull your head back. “I wanna hear you.” He groaned and you finally let the sounds out with no hesitation.

His movements made the bed creak and neither of you thought of the fact that somebody might hear you, nor did you care. Your hand raised up from his shoulder to grab the bed frame to keep it from moving too much but it didn’t work all that well. You felt him pushing up against your cervix and it hurt in a good way, causing you to yelp. “Too deep?” He whispered with a teasing smile on his face and you shook your head.

“Not deep enough..” You moaned and Anakin chuckled. He lifted your legs so that they were laying against his chest, parallel to his body and angled his hips so they would thrust up toward you. Your eyes rolled back as you felt a familiar feeling in your stomach. He held your hips to him with a firm grasp as he ravaged your cunt. Your eyes snapped open and you saw him, forehead shining with sweat, eyebrows furrowed. He looked focused and you felt it. You felt a pulsating feeling against your clit. His hands were holding your thighs so you knew exactly how he was doing it. Your jaw slacked in pleasure as the feeling and you threw your head against the pillow as he used the Force to pull another orgasm out of you. It didn’t take long, you started to clench around him as your body began to shake in his grip. You reached up behind you to grab the headboard again, this time to tether yourself. You began to see small dots in your vision as you got closer and closer. Your pussy clenching around him made him throb and you felt his movements get faster and faster before you both began to convulse with moans flying out of your mouths. You felt the Force vibrations end abruptly as you he thrusted into you slowly, as the orgasms lingered away from both of you. He let your legs drop on either side of you and he dropped his body onto yours. Your arms instantly wrapped around him and you both caught your breath for a moment.

“You had class ten minutes ago, you know?” He whispered against your skin and your eyes snapped open.

“Shit.” You said as you jumped out of his bed with urgency. “Why didn’t you say something before?!” You yelled as you pulled your clothes into your arms and ran to his bathroom.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Anakin raised an eyebrow as he watched you, a laugh escaped him as you scrambled around to look half decent. You scowled at him and he approached you after pulling his own pants on, you were looking in his mirror and tying your hair up into a pony tail. His lips pressed a small kiss to the back of your neck and you immediately calmed down. You turned to face him and he brushed a loose hair behind your ear.

“We’ll talk about this later.” You said and he smiled. He knew you’d say that. A kiss was placed on your head and he opened his door for you.

“I know.” He said curtly as you speed walked past him to run to the training areas. You were trying to think of a lie to tell your master but all you could think of was him so when you arrived, you didn’t even try to explain yourself. You simply got to work with your master. All you heard for the rest of the day was that you needed to correct your focus and you didn't say anything, you knew just who to blame for that.

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thesassypadawan · 27 days

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Repair Kit (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: You’re the on-set medic for the new Obi-Wan series. A verily simple, straight forward job…except when it comes to a pair of dumbasses. Who have no problem texting you in the middle of the night when they overdo it practicing…or when your new boyfriend accidentally gets out drunk. And tells you some things.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s a slight hint of smuttiness. Some drunk dumbasses and a booty grabbing Hayden.

Notes: Happy Hayden's (And Mine) Birthday Event! In honor of the man, the myth, the legend; I will be posting nothing but Anakin, Vader, and Hay stories all April long!

A little something for @ittybitty-rt ! It was truly a pleasure to write this! I had a lot of fun with it! Hope you like it! ❤️

- It was 2am when your phone goes off. You only know this because it was glaring at you from the lock screen. Along with an interesting message from a certain ‘hello there’ saying gentleman… ‘Vader Repair Kit’. Bring. Hayden’s trailer. Now.’

- “Oh, what the hell now,” you grumble. Begrudgingly rolling out of your nice, cozy bed; you hurriedly throw on the first thing you can find. Grabbing the requested ‘kit’ on your way out.

- This was your job; well, to a certain degree. You’re the on-set medic for the new Obi-Wan series. Normally, during the DAY, you can be found fixing up beaten knuckles…soothing minor burns…maybe even stitching up a wound or two. Pretty much you just keep everyone happy and healthy.

- Simple enough. Except when it comes to a particular pair of grown ass men who act like stupid teens the moment they’re together. Who see absolutely no problem with texting you in the middle of the night. About the most moronic things…aka usually practicing after hours and completely overdoing it.

- However though, that wasn’t the case tonight…

- Before you can even knock, the door flies open. Revealing ‘Dumbass #1’ in all his grinning glory. “D-Darling, you look stunning.”

- Stunning…they must have fucked up good. “Shove the sweet talk, Ewan. Who did what this time?”

- Rubbing the back of his neck, the ‘jedi master’ laughs nervously. The smell of alcohol VERY noticeable on his breath. “Well, y-you see-”

- “Meee, I did!” A familiar voice calls out drunkenly.

- Shooting Ewan a look, you push your way inside. To find…

- ‘Dumbass #2’ sitting on the bed; big, goofy smile on his face. Arms flung wide open. “There’s my angel!”

- Staring blankly, you let out a heavy sigh. “Seriously? Don’t make me regret agreeing to date you.”

- Not paying any mind to the whines of ‘how mean’…or the ungodly adorable pout…you immediately get to work. Pulling out various rehydration items and whatever can possibly lessen the inevitable hangover from your ‘kit’. “All right, dark lord, you know the drill. Just like when you overheat in the Vader suit. Drink and take what I give you. And you’ll be sort of good as new.”

- Right as you’re about to hand him a bottle of what you both so affectionately call ‘blue milk’ and some aspirin. Those arms you’ve been avoiding wind around your hips and… “Heh-heh, booty.” …unceremoniously pull you down onto their owner’s lap.

- “Hay, what the…stop!” You squeak, face all flushed while trying to wiggle out of his hold.

- “No!” He giggles excitedly, squeezing your plush posterior like crazy. “Booty!”

- You hear the sound of Ewan clearing his throat behind you, a slight smirk in his voice. “You h-have this under control. I’ll l-leave you two love birds b-be.” Followed by the trailer door closing. Bastard…so much for being your only hope.

- Barely a second afterwards, Hayden has his face buried in the side of your neck. Nipping and sucking your sensitive skin. Hands still kneading greedily. “He right, ya know. We that…because I loves you.”

- Did he really just say that? You haven’t…he hasn’t… “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying,” you mutter. Scratching the back of his head, doing your best to ignore the awakening beast pressing into your stomach.

- Pulling away, not before giving your collarbone a gentle bite, Hay looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. Whining a bit while not so subtly grinding. “Maaaybe, but don’t mean it not true. I loves my angel. Wanna shows her.”

- Forcing back a soft moan, it takes everything you have to not cave. Sure, you’d love nothing more than to do so; to just tear it up like nobody’s business. But right now…right now he needed you in a whole different way.

- Despite his protests, you untangle yourself and slide out of his lap. “How about this?” You coo, sitting besides him and wrapping an arm around his waist. “You drink your ‘blue milk’ and get some rest. And…you can show me as much as you want in the morning. Okay?”

- “Fine,” he huffs, resting his head on your shoulder. “You numb me?”

- Although this isn’t exactly how you pictured the two of you saying it, you can’t help but smile. “Yeah,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head. “I love you too.”

- “Good, because I no give up booty,” Hayden mumbles. Giving aforementioned booty one last good pinch before dozing off.

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen

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beskarinhyperspace · 11 months

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Bad Day

"Everything you want."

AO3 | Wattpad // MASTERLIST

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Anakin x fem.reader

Pure smut, he’s obsessed with you, possessive, dark anakin, sweet name calling, claiming, praising, teasing, ora! fem receiving, pinv, breeding k!nk, reader insert, no y/n, female reader, reader doesn't have a name

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N; I didn't expect the story to get this much attention. Tysm for all the love, you guys rock my fucking world.

+ Italics are thoughts. +

It was a bad day for Anakin, everyone was telling him what to do, what not to do. He just had another boring and useless meeting with obi-wan and the council. He was tired of it all. He knew the potential he had and didn’t want to waste it on some pretentious know it all who didn’t trust him and never seeing him more than an apprentice.

He needed to let it all out, he needed you.

Meanwhile you were in the basement of the castle, staying on the low low. Since you are on Anakin’s side people are staring at you weirdly. You also noticed the way he changed, you’re not blind but there’s no way in hell you’re leaving his side.

As you’re reading a book in your room, you get called out by another servant.

“The empress would like you to see her.” saying to you with a smile, peeking through the door frame.

You put your book back on your nightstand and get up from the bed. You sigh as you flatten the fabric of your dress, now all wrinkled from laying down. A long garment with long sleeve. The fabric was simple, made of a light natural color to blend in.

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve seen Anakin. You never really know how long his missions could take. Even if you knew how good of a fighter he was, you were always scared of something bad happening to him. Getting up the narrow staircase you open the door, moving to the kitchen. You can’t do your duties on an empty stomach right? Grabbing two cupcakes sitting on the counter, you remove the bottom wrapping, putting it in the trash before going out of the kitchen. You start to eat it immediately as you move to another set of staircases while trying to keep it all in your mouth. Turning the corner, you were too focused on opening the second one that you didn’t notice you were being followed.

“I didn’t know that cupcakes were suited for breakfast..” hearing a voice soft yet playful.

As you turn around you see him, his skin still dirty from his adventures. “Ani!”

He smiles, leaning closer to you. You can feel the salt on his cold lips as his warm tongue comes to play with yours. He breathing hard, as if it was his first time tasting you.

“When can you meet me?” voice rushed and raspy.

“In four hours.” closing your eyes to his hand caressing your hip.

He gives you one more kiss before you feel a hot and heavy sensation caressing your clit. “Too long..”

Taking your hand, he brings you through a nearby door locking the handle behind him. The room was a simple study with an arm chair, a little desk and lamp. Behind of it was this huge floor to ceiling window, with books all around over the rest of the walls. The place was small but perfect.

“You’ve been hunting my dreams since I left” speaking to you low and dangerous.

You bite your lower lip as he approaches you, hovering of you. You notice his tired eyes and multiple scratches over his face. His skin was tanner than the last time you saw him.

“I’m sorry is there a way I can make up for it?” as you're batting your sultry eyes to him.

He doesn't waste a second, removing his cape and weapon belt. You look at him with anticipation as he pushes you into the arm chair, pulling your dress up as he brings your butt to the edge. He leans down, pushing your panties to the side and takes your clit into his mouth. Humming as he finally gets to taste you fully. You don’t know how to respond to the surprising action. Having your legs open in a matter of seconds and putting your pussy on full display for him. You start to breathe harder as he’s passing his tongue in between your folds, savoring you sweet in his mouth. You can feel him grinning as he hears your desperate moans for him. Going back to suck on your pulsing clit, you feel a finger entering you and pushing upward to that amazing spot of yours, whining to him as the feeling becomes too much.

“I want it inside.” you ask finally opening your eyes halfway.

He looks at you from below, giving you his mischievous smirk. “Everything you want.”

He kisses the inside of your thigh, removing his grip from your legs. Getting his pants down, he lets out his beautiful thick cock already hard and ready for you.

You smile back to him knowing that there’s nothing in this galaxy better than what you have with him. Stars, he was your whole world. He would kill for you and you would do the same for him.

He comes down to kiss you softly as he squeezes your breast over the fabric of your dress.

You can hear him, barely a whisper, “You’re so beautiful love.” you feel him pump himself a few times before entering you full length, going in slow for you to adjust to him. “I will become the most powerful jedi.” feeling it all inside you he stops. “I will make you mine and show you to the world.” feeling his breathing on your lips from the closeness.

“But jedis can’t be with other people Ana..”

He starts moving, going out slow but slams it back in harder, “I don’t care, I will do what I want.”

You can’t control your moans as he begins thrusting inside you. Letting out some panting as he tries to munch your tits through the fabric. Squeezing and massaging them. Has he become mad?

You feel him angrily pounding you along with the smacking noises mixed with the sounds of your slick pussy filling up the small room. Moving quicker and faster he positions himself at an angle to be able to reach the roof of your entrance as he’s pressing on your lower stomach. Grunting and growling low, he tries to talk in between breaths.

“C-come fuor me” trying to keep the rhythm without coming just yet.

You let out desperate whimpers as you’re coming close, coating his cock further more with your juices.

“That’s it, c-come baby.” on the edge of his peek.

You let out a full deep open mouth moan as you come on him and so does he, when he sees you finally becoming undone underneath him, filling you up with his cum inside you.

He comes back to give several full mouthed kisses.

“Our kids will be the best jedis in the galaxy, just like their father.” stating as you pet his hair.

He smiles to you, resting his head a moment on your chest, trying to catch his breath and enjoying the feeling of your fingers caressing his head.

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garagesesh · 4 months

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when we are together

pairing(s): obi wan kenobi x (f!) reader

summary: a glimpse in the life of anakin’s best friends three years after mustafar

warning(s): angst lol

a/n: this is kind of a part two to my anakin story. i have been absent apologies i started school again and a part time job :,) plus the holidays was a horror. idk if this is good or not it’s just been on my mind. title is from the 1975.

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Tatooine

16 ABY

The binoculars clicked as you scanned the barren wastelands of Tatooine. The binary suns already beginning to dip beyond the horizon and the desert chill billowed through your sand colored robes.

Where was he?

You couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling that he had been found.

By him.

By Vader.

Goosebumps spread across your skin, your hair standing at attention in fear. This couldn’t be the end, you wanted to reach for the force, for comfort, for calm.

Three standard years had passed somewhat quietly and without much incident. The child was doing well, growing steadily in the peaceful home just over the mountains.

The anticipation of danger without knowing where Obi-Wan was and the looming threat of him and his Empire had washed any sort of safety.

Through the binoculars, a spot that was moving at rapid pace rose just above the horizon

A speeder, not of your own came across the desolate sand and rock.

Faster and faster it sped towards you. Glimpsing one last time into the binoculars before completely discarding them in your robes, your breathing hitched and your hand reached for the blaster hidden in your belt.

You didn’t raise to aim but you waited with a finger on the trigger. The speeder got louder and closer. Barreling towards you at unprecedented speed.

A figure with a dark hood and a heavy pack was now identifiable. Sighing you slipped the blaster back into the hidden holster, crossing your arms over your chest. Waiting.

“You scared the living stars out of me!” You huffed. “You know that?!”

Obi-Wan Kenobi didn’t say anything as he powered the speeder down.

“You could’ve commed!” Your hands found your hips. Disappointed and mostly anxious. “Where were you and what is this?”

“Mos Eisley.” Obi-Wan sighed as he gracefully slid off the speeder. He nodded towards the faded-brown speeder. It wasn’t by any means a brand new speeder, it had blaster marks and sand erosion but it was nicer than the old piece of junk you two had salvaged from the Jundland wastes.

“We had a perfectly good one.”

“This one is faster and actually a two seater.” He countered

“We don’t have the credits Obi-Wan!”

“I’ll pick up a second job.”

Always the negotiator.

Huffing you left the older man with the speeder, vanishing into the hut to continue the dinner that was boiling on the stove. Rations again.

Stirring the pot of rice, you lost yourself into the swirls of brown and white. Letting the steam envelope your fear. Only did a warm hand on your waist, trying to squeeze by in the small surroundings pull you out.

“Excuse me.” You hummed as his hand dragged off your waist.

The hut was small, enough space for the two of you but none for a third. The entrance of the home opened to the living room, where in one corner was a makeshift bedroom that was concealed by a blanket you had found. You shared the bed. He had tried for the first cycle on Tatooine to sleep on the small, uncomfortable couch before you finally offered the other side of the bed.

The other corner was a small dining table with two chairs. The kitchen was a step up and had a window into the living space and only one bathroom that was old and needed work.

But it was home.

You ate in silence, feeling guilty of your outburst from earlier.

“I’m sorry for my reaction earlier. I was harsh.”

“It’s alright.” He gracefully spooned the soup into his mouth without another word. Obi-Wan cleared the plates and cleaned the dishes, humming a soft tune.

It wasn’t until you had both showered, hair still damp and covered in the blankets of your shared bed, you finally broke the silence.

“I checked on him while you were gone.” Your finger delicately traced the small constellations of freckles on his warm shoulder. “I wasn’t sure if you had or not.”

Obi-Wan shifted. “Thank you.”

“He’s so big now.”

“Yes, he is.”

“I can feel him in the force.” You could feel the buzz of the young boys force. Powerful and strong. You didn’t have to reach in to feel him.

“He’s very strong.” Obi-Wan shifted once more, his entire body now facing your own. His large, calloused hand reached into your hair, his thumb wiping away tears you hadn’t know had fallen.

“You feel it too?” You whispered.

“Yes.” He smiled bitterly. “I can feel his presence even now. I’m worried about his strength and what would happen if…”

Obi-Wan trailed off, unable to say the name out loud. Afraid to bring forth the man in existence right then and there in your shared bed.

“Vader.” You whispered for him.

He nodded, his hand still entwined.

Silence enveloped you once more. The blue light of the moon shining through the slotted windows and onto your faces.

“I’m scared.” You admitted, holding his gaze. “Lonely.”

He said nothing in return. His deep blue eyes scanned your face.

After three years, you had shared a last name. Paraded as a married couple to neighbors. Held hands through the market. Light touches as he brushed by. Held you sometimes at night.

But nothing more.

Obi-Wan’s hand untangled from your hair and down the slope of your neck. His thumb caressing the contour of your collarbone.

You thought he was going to kiss you. Finally slot his lips onto your own and maybe even take you right then.

But his hand completely withdrew from you, leaving the warm skin now bitter cold.

“Goodnight, y/n.” He turned over, his bare back now facing you.

“Goodnight, Ben.”

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renlyslittlerose · 4 months

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For the kiss prompts: "i really, really want to kiss you right now" + heavy breathing with foreheads leaning together 👀👀👀

So sorry for this being so late! I hope it fits the bill! Definitely inspired by that episode in TCW where Obi-Wan and Anakin wake up that giant cave bat and bicker the entire time...

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They’d woken something.

Again.

One shortcut through a cave system, the bright glow of two lightsabers, and the reverberation of Anakin and Obi-Wan’s voices as they bickered about which path to take had roused something in the dark. Anakin hadn’t time to see it, but the expression that Obi-Wan reflected back on him was enough to tell Anakin that they had to move - now.

They hurried through the network - taking the left as Obi-Wan had suggested - before Anakin found a crack in the stone walls, small enough to keep the beast out but big enough to let them inside. Catching Obi-Wan’s wrist Anakin tugged him inside the smaller cave, the two tangled up in each other as the beast - whatever it was - hurried after them, its large form causing minor quakes in the stone walls above them and bits of detritus to fall from above.

Staring at the freckles across Obi-Wan’s nose, Anakin took in a shuddering breath and held. Obi-Wan’s breathing was hot and wet across Anakin’s cheeks and lips, coming out in great billowing gusts. His body was warm against Anakin’s own, tense muscles bound by thick layers of armour and dense cloth, the brush of their knees and thighs overriding all thoughts of self-preservation in Anakin’s mind even as the creature in the cave snuffed the ground nearby.

Obi-Wan had squeezed his eyes shut, a soft hiss slipping past his lips as the behemoth lumbered by, its long tail sliding across the dirt covered stones like a uncoiled snake. Without thinking, Anakin brought his hand up to cover Obi-Wan’s mouth as the creature stopped just a few feet from their narrow hiding space. Obi-Wan’s breath was hot across his palm, the bristles of his beard overwhelmingly soft, lips pressed against Anakin’s calloused skin. Anakin’s own breathing was thunderously loud in his skull and chest, and he ducked his head to press his mouth and nose against Obi-Wan’s neck.

Minutes passed, the snuffling and shifting of the creature suffocating the two as they waited. For a brief moment Anakin thought this would be it; the monster would find them, drag them out of their hiding spot, and he’d be eaten alive after having only managed to touch his lips to Obi-Wan’s neck. How fitting that he’d get this close to greatness - to finally taking what he wanted from his Master, consequences be damned - only to have it all snatched away by some great hulking creature from the depths.

But just as Anakin was about to raise his head and confess his love to Obi-Wan before throwing himself to the literal monster, the creature shifted and began moving off; one slow, heavy footstep by one slow, heavy footstep.

They remained as they were for a moment longer, Anakin’s hand over-top Obi-Wan’s mouth, his face pressed against the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck, the feel of his pulse still rapidly beating beneath Anakin’s chapped lips. Finally, Obi-Wan’s gentle touch along hips brought Anakin back to the space, and he pulled away enough where he could look at him through the gloom. Obi-Wan’s expression remained unreadable, and Anakin’s chest squeezed as the realization that he’d overstepped sunk in.

“S-sorry,” Anakin whispered. He dropped his hand from Obi-Wan’s mouth and stepped back - just enough until his back hit the wall of the cave, but not far enough where he couldn’t still feel Obi-Wan’s body through the thickets of darkness.

Obi-Wan’s eyes were like jewels in the dark, piercing and luring, and Anakin found himself moving back in. They were still breathing heavily, great steady mouthfuls of air captured before they rushed out across each others’ features. Another moment passed before Anakin let out a shaky sigh that rattled around in the space.

He felt Obi-Wan’s hand along his jaw then, sliding along the bone and the softness of his cheeks before reaching up to the base of his skull. Their foreheads brushed together, Obi-Wan holding on to the back of Anakin’s neck, steadying and comforting. Anakin closed his eyes and swallowed his fear.

They were alright. They were alright and whole and safe, and not in the maws of some ravenous beast that they’d accidentally woken up.

“Anakin…”

Obi-Wan’s voice was hesitant in the dark, a stark contrast to his usual tone.

“Yes, Master?”

The hand on the back of his neck slid back along to his jaw, calloused fingertips rubbing pleasantly across his skin. Anakin held back his whimper and instead pressed in closer, their noses nuzzling. For a moment there was only the sound of their breathing, steadying but still stilted and hitched, before Obi-Wan spoke again.

“I really, really want to kiss you right now.”

Anakin’s chest squeezed, his heart thundering against his breastbone as fear and excitement and disbelief swirled around, catching and tearing and soothing all in one fell swoop. Since the Clone Wars began Anakin had felt like he was tossed from one terrifying moment into another, adrenaline and pure instinct the only things he could rely on.

That, and Obi-Wan.

Anakin let out a laugh, quick and frantic, but before Obi-Wan could pull away, make some distance - show his shame - Anakin closed the gap with an unsteady and desperate embrace.

#obikin #star wars fanfiction #lemon fanfiction #lilredghost #ask

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inkformyblood · 6 months

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miss you when i see the sun (CWFKB #3)

Fill for "Sticky Kiss" for @codywanfirstkissbingo! Tatooine Husbands

The vaporater groans through another automated maintenance cycle, a flash of lights along the side flickering orange and then, regrettably, red. Cody twists the wrench round in his palm, the crack in the wooden handle cutting into his skin before he adjusts it, and crouches back down on his haunches. Sweat prickles along the nape of his neck, soaking into the hood he’s drawn up over his head as the suns crept higher in the sky, and there’s a scratch in his throat that’s been demanding to be addressed for nearly as long. He swallows, a click echoing in the confines of his thoughts like a blaster hitting empty, fired again and again and again, and—

Vaporater. The vaporater is broken. He is fixing it. Obi-Wan is in town and will be back soon.

Cody isn’t at war, not anymore.

He tugs the panel open once more, revealing a heavy network of gears, some slowly rotating in place but the majority are still, shuddering in their casing. A thin stream of smoke pools forth from one of the lower sections, the scent thick despite appearances and Cody coughs, smacking his hand against the control panel to turn the vaporater off. On the back of his tongue, the scent lingers, purely mechanical in nature, and it is that thought that bothers Cody more than having to be out here, a speck in a desert that still remembers it used to be an ocean and has been cultivating a resentment for an eternity. It had been a lifetime since Cody had first gone into combat, but he remembers the way a droid twitched when it fell, a splutter of sparks like a final gasp falling from the hole Cody had just shot into it. It smelt the same.

Cody shoves the wrench against the sticking gear, rising up onto his knees to press his body weight against the thin lever, already a little broken, a little make-do and he should be more careful with it but his thoughts tangle up in the heavy footsteps of an enemy that’s been decommissioned for decades, and he pushes. The gear gives way, the crack in the handle widens, and Cody hits the control switch once more. The lights flicker orange then green.

“Cody!”

Cody turns, a twinge of pain in his back, an answering echo in his knee, and shades his eyes. Obi-Wan raises his hand in greeting, lopsided due to the heavy pack balanced on his hip. He’s thrown his cloak back and his hair catches the sunlight, turning the silver brushed through his temples a deep golden hue. His grin is wide, unrestrained and beautiful, Cody’s heart stuttering to an abrupt halt and restarting when Obi-Wan reaches him, leaning down to wrap his free arm around Cody’s shoulders in a tight embrace. His skin is flushed and his breath is strained but he hums as Cody reaches up to squeeze Obi-Wan’s hand with his own.

“Did you fix it?” Obi-Wan shifts his pack with a grunt, tipping his head to one side — closer to Cody, some strands of his hair falling free to brush against Cody’s forehead and he’s surrounded, comforted right down to his bones, worn thin as they are.

Cody nods, flicking the panel closed and dropping the wrench back into the toolbox. The crack in the handle gleams bright in the sunlight, a dark line bitten into his palm and he curls his hand into a fist. “I think so. Temporarily at least.”

“Thank you.” Obi-Wan stands uneasily, bracing himself against Cody’s shoulder as he halts part of the way. His lip curls, his eyes wide and focused on nothing except the pain lancing up and down his spine. The moment passes, it always does, and Obi-Wan relaxes into his stance. There’s a ghost of his saber at his hip and his hand lingers before he adjusts the pack once more. “Shall we go inside? I have something for you.”

“You didn’t need to,” Cody says reflexively, every reaction braided into his genes rewired to the life he has found himself in, the space he had carved out a section of his skull and defected from his purpose to find. There’s something warm in his chest despite his denial, a ember he has carried and nursed ever since he’d turned on his heel in the sterile stretch of a command deck and bumped into the man who would be his General, his Jedi, his Obi-Wan.

He’d never said anything, but, as Obi-Wan holds his hand out for Cody to take, perfectly in step with each other, even now, both older than they had ever thought possible, he doesn’t think he needs to. Obi-Wan knows, they both know. All that remains is the first step.

“I wanted to,” Obi-Wan says. His hand lingers in Cody’s, the pads of his fingers rough and the calluses across the stretch of his palm catching on the topography of Cody’s skin, and he pulls away as they step across the threshold into their home.

Cody sighs, peeling the sodden fabric from his head and scrubbing a hand over his head to try and knock some of the sand free as he lingers in the entryway. The hut is cool, dappled in shadow as Obi-Wan draws the slats back on the small window overlooking the huddled kitchen and shoulders his pack onto the table. The wood groans beneath the weight and Cody moves over, snapping the fastenings open.

“There.” Obi-Wan points to the package resting on top of everything else. It’s small and lovingly wrapped in a cloth patterned with geometric lines crossing over each other. “I hope it isn’t squashed, I tried so hard to make sure it was safe.”

Cody nods, his mouth dry, his mind empty except for a distant ringing as he picks up the package. There’s a heft to it despite the small size and his fingers slip as he begins to pick at the knot, drawing the fabric free. Beyond him, Obi-Wan begins to unpack the bag, the gentle rustling of packages filling the quiet sanctuary of their home. The fabric falls free and Cody blinks up at Obi-Wan.

“Fruit?”

Obi-Wan nods, rocking back onto his heels, his hands clasped in front of him. His thumb worries over the knuckle of his opposite hand and he chews on the inside of his cheek before he answers. “Do you like it?”

Cody blinks past a haze of tears — he’s a soldier, he’s cut a chip out of his brain without anything in his chest except rage, and he’s mourned more losses than he could remember even with enhancements, but a fruit from Kamino in the middle of a desert is enough to break him completely — and nods, lowering his head. He raises the fruit to his mouth and bites down. Juice floods his mouth, escaping down his cheeks and onto the fabric and he chases after it, tasting a home he never thought he would know again.

Sniffing, he glances up at Obi-Wan, carefully turned away at the sink, busying himself with the already clean dishware. “Thank you.” He chews, swallows, and presses his thumb to the edge of the bitten section, watching the flesh dimple beneath his touch, a rush of dark liquid flooding his nails. “Have you ever had this before?”

“I haven’t.” Obi-Wan places the cup he had been holding back onto the counter.

“Come here. Try some.”

“Cody—”

“Please.” Cody holds out his hands, the fruit cupped between his palms and it is the same shade of blue as Obi-Wan’s eyes, just as beautiful as he was the first day Cody met him. Obi-Wan chews his way around a chuckle and walks over. He cups his hands beneath Cody’s and raises the fruit to his mouth, taking a small bite. It sounds wet and Obi-Wan raises his head, his mouth stained dark, and Cody leans forward to kiss him. Obi-Wan sighs, tipping his head to deepen the kiss, and it’s sticky with juice, tasting sweet and Cody should have done this so much sooner.

#codywan #star wars #cwfkb #cwfkb2023 #codywan first kiss bingo #codywan first kiss bingo 2023 #my writing #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #tatooine husbands #fanfic

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infernaleikon · 3 months

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Obikin and either Q or K

Q - one missed call (2k)

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As Anakin made his way through the room, people he hadn’t talked to yet—some he didn’t even recognize—stopped him. He found his hand grasped by honored guests and as they shook it in their warm, sweaty grips, they congratulated him with drunken cheer. Their caterwauling followed him as he untangled himself with laughs and shoulder pats, making for the open double doors leading out into the garden.

When he finally made his escape, dodging more damp hands, he slunk out onto the terrace. The night air was crisp and smelling of spring flowers, and it felt like a balm on his heated cheeks. He inhaled until his lungs felt too full to hold it all, and released the breath in a languid exhale. As he started walking, deeper into the garden, the noise from inside spilling out fell away until it was just a low hum in the background. The soft rustling of wind in spring-new leaves filled his ears. A too familiar urge itched under his skin.

It was the first quiet moment all day, and while Anakin didn’t mind the attention—enjoyed it, really—after a whole day of excitement, speeches, games, and well-wishes (and too warm hands), he needed a moment to himself. He thumbed at the new ring around his finger and the sensation of smooth metal was pleasing in a way he couldn’t even describe.

Anakin fished the cigarette and lighter he’d snagged from one of their guests from his pocket. He’d raised it halfway to his lips when he paused mid-air, doubt halting his hand. It had been months since he’d last smoked, the habit as good as beaten. He still remembered Obi-Wan’s face whenever they’d kissed after Anakin had had a cigarette.

“What?” Anakin had asked when Obi-Wan’s brows crinkled ever so slightly and he had drawn away from him. “You said you didn’t mind.”

“And I don’t,” Obi-Wan had insisted, and instead of going back to kissing him, just pressed his lips to Anakin’s knuckles.

Anakin scowled and grabbed at his wrist, pulling him back in. “Then what?” he had pressed, pushing Obi-Wan down on the sofa and straddling him to keep him from running away again.

Obi-Wan’s hands had settled warm and heavy on his hips. A soft chuckle had slipped from his mouth. “I prefer tasting you,” he’d said, a hand sliding up and to Anakin’s neck, fingers wrapping firmly around his nape before guiding him down to Obi-Wan’s face. “Smelling you,” he’d added as he nosed under Anakin’s chin. Raising his head to look at Anakin again, his slow smile had grown wider. “But I’ll take you any way,” he’d promised before slotting their mouths together for a kiss that had left Anakin’s toes curling.

Anakin caught himself smiling, and then lit the cigarette. Obi-Wan would forgive him for it. After all, it was a stressful day and he’d been so good for months.

As he took the first drag—the slow, warm curl of nicotine felt soothing, familiar—he dropped his head back and closed his eyes. Tension bled away from his shoulders and jaw; he hadn’t even realized how tense he was. No wonder, he supposed, he’d been on a tight schedule all day.

Anakin rolled out his shoulders and pulled his phone from the inside pocket of his jacket. Maybe he could play a round or two of Candycrush (without rage-quitting), or just scroll the social profiles of their friends who’d surely already posted pictures from the wedding.

He swiped away a few notifications, checked the two emails he’d received, tapped to see whose call he’d missed.

Anakin frowned at his phone. Obi-Wan had called him earlier… several times in short succession. Staring at the missed calls, Anakin tried to fathom what had made Obi-Wan try to reach him. He had no reason to.

“You’re smoking again.”

His head snapped up to the source of the voice and jerked his hand behind his back, like a child caught red-handed still trying to hide.

Obi-Wan was smiling wryly at him. The light of the lanterns along the garden path gleamed in his hair, caught in his eyes, and he looked so handsome in his dark blue suit.

“No,” Anakin said reflexively, his heart beating in his throat. He’d been good. “No, it’s just—”

“Relax, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said with a light chuckle. “It’s alright. I’m not here to berate you.”

Anakin eyed him warily, hackles rising with stress and anxiety as Obi-Wan stepped closer. He half expected a deep, disappointed sigh from him at the misstep, except there was only warmth in Obi-Wan’s eyes.

Obi-Wan grasped him firmly by the upper arms, the heat of his hands seeping through Anakin’s jacket, and closed the distance until they were less than an arm-width apart from each other. Anakin’s breath caught in his throat. He’d always felt trapped under Obi-Wan’s gaze—and strangely enough it had never been uncomfortable. Obi-Wan’s attention was intoxicating, and he never could get enough of it.

He felt like he could breathe again.

“Congratulations, Anakin.”

The words hung between them in total stillness, suspended in a moment of disbelief.

Anakin felt himself grow cold. “What?”

A nonsensical question and yet he couldn’t stop it from tumbling from his lips. He could feel his heart hammer against his ribs.

“On your wedding,” Obi-Wan clarified, as if Anakin had forgotten. “I wish you all the happiness in the world. Truly. May you have the marriage you’ve always wanted.”

The last bit of warmth slipped away when Obi-Wan withdrew his hands and put more distance between them again. Shivers ran up and down his spine. Anakin heard his own blood rush in his ears like an angry, roiling ocean.

A sudden burst of anger surged through him. Of course Obi-Wan would come here and act high and mighty, like he was somehow better than Anakin; like he was such a magnanimous do-gooder. Like he’d won.

He hadn’t. Anakin had. Anakin was the winner, and the fact that Obi-Wan was here, now, only proved it.

“You wouldn’t be here if you really did,” Anakin spat with far more venom than he’d anticipated.

A shadow passed over Obi-Wan’s handsome face as he slid his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. What looked like a display of casual carelessness Anakin knew to be practiced calm, an iron-grip on composure when there was something fierce raging on the inside.

For a fraction of a second, he looked like he wanted to snap back. Anakin wanted him to.

Instead, Obi-Wan winced. “You’re right,” he admitted. “Apologies. I didn’t mean to upset you.” After a beat, “I’ll leave.”

“Why are you here?” Anakin asked before Obi-Wan could even turn away. The question tumbled from his mouth before he could stop it; before he even knew he wanted to ask. Needed to know. Anakin’s heart was pounding in his throat, surely loud enough that even Obi-Wan could hear. He didn’t know which answer he dreaded more.

Obi-Wan stroked a hand over his beard. The ghost of a sad smile flashed on his face. “I suppose I wanted to see you happy one last time.”

Anakin’s hands, fisted by his sides, trembled. He wanted it to be from anger.

“Well, then take a good, long look,” Anakin snapped. “Because I am happy.”

He was. He was happy. He was happy. Without Obi-Wan. Today was proof of that.

“I’m glad for it,” Obi-Wan said softly. His eyes were full of warmth, little crinkles at the corners as he smiled, with more affection than Anakin could handle. “It looks beautiful on you.”

Caught between fight and flight, Anakin stared at him. He felt himself crumble. He wanted to rage.

Something hot gathered behind his eyes.

“Goodbye.” Obi-Wan sounded… final. “Anakin.”

Obi-Wan had already turned around and started walking away when Anakin regained his voice. “Wait!” he shouted, stumbling after him. “We’re not done yet.”

There was a scowl on Obi-Wan’s face when he turned to face him but he stood, patient and stoic, as always.

Anakin’s lungs felt too small for his breaths. “You called me,” he said, words almost swallowed by the lack of air. “You called me, earlier, several times.”

Obi-Wan looked pained, regretful. It sent a pang through Anakin.

“Why?” Anakin asked, voice trembling with urgency. “Why did you call?”

Obi-Wan dropped his gaze, a deep furrow between his brows. “Anakin,” he murmured—begged, by the sound of his voice. He’d heard this tone once before.

“Tell me,” Anakin demanded. There was a wild thing charging behind his ribcage and he was sure if he didn’t reign it in, he’d go insane.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said again, slowly, pleading; almost sighing. Ah-na-kin. As if it was being torn from his throat, from the very depths of his soul.

“Tell me.”

Obi-Wan set his jaw, caught between frustration and desperation. It wasn’t a rare sight. Anakin had put that look on his face more than once, and Obi-Wan had always cracked when Anakin pushed just hard enough and on the right spot. And Anakin would push until he got what he wanted.

Anakin hissed, gaze snapping to his hand just as he dropped his long-forgotten cigarette. It had burned all the way down to the filter, abandoned. He ground the remains into the grass before bending down to pick up the stub. When he looked back up, Obi-Wan’s face had softened to something achingly adoring that it almost made Anakin’s knees buckle.

Obi-Wan had always disapproved, when they first met, of Anakin simply throwing the stubs to the ground, carelessly tossing them down and away, not wasting a second thought on it. He’d stopped doing it after he realized, and Obi-Wan kissed him—taste of nicotine and all—until Anakin had felt light-headed.

When their eyes met, Obi-Wan sighed, and Anakin knew he’d get his answer.

He looked like he was bracing himself before he said, quietly, “I wanted to tell you not to do it. Not to marry Padmé.”

Anakin’s heart skipped a beat, or several. He wasn’t sure.

“Why?” His voice was barely above a whisper, eyes glued to Obi-Wan’s face.

Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut. He exhaled deeply, and then turned his gaze squarely on Anakin. “Because I was being selfish. Because… I made a mistake letting you go.”

Time moved faster as it stood still.

“Because you love me,” Anakin whispered, with certainty, with awe, with a wildly beating heart.

With regret. With guilt.

If he’d only thought to look at his phone when he had paced around his room, stalling, hoping Obi-Wan would show up.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said with a nod and a sad smile. “I do.”

Anakin thumbed his ring. It felt too smooth.

Obi-Wan’s eyes dropped to his hand and Anakin followed his gaze to his wedding band. He raised his hand, slowly twisting the ring with the fingers of his other until—

—until he’d twisted it off.

Anakin pocketed the ring before he strode towards Obi-Wan. He grabbed his lapels to pull him close. Their noses brushed, their breaths mingled. Obi-Wan’s eyes tracked him carefully but he didn’t resist. Quite the contrary, his hands fell to Anakin’s waist, warm and safe, pulling Anakin even closer.

“I wouldn’t have married her,” Anakin said into the scant space between them.

“You did.”

It wasn’t an accusation, Anakin knew, just a statement of facts, uttered with regret.

“I waited for you,” Anakin promised, bunching the fabric in his hands.

“I’m sorry I was too late,” Obi-Wan said. He took a deep breath and moved to draw away again.

Anakin stopped him by gripping him tighter, refusing to let go now.

“You’re here now,” he said, and he could barely recognize his own voice: breathy, hungry, happy.

Obi-Wan eluded him when Anakin leaned in to kiss him. His eyes searched Anakin’s face carefully, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, Anakin thought he’d leave. That Obi-Wan’s morals would kick in.

And then, “I’m here now.”

Anakin smiled harder than he had all day when Obi-Wan’s lips caught his own.

#obikin #ficcups #soldieronbarnes #eeeeeeeeeehhhhhh idk what this is #anyway first obikin i've written in months and it really feels like it

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lilredghost · 1 year

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(Obikin, rated E, daddy kink, somnophilia)

Obi-Wan moans softly, burying his face in the sheets. He rocks his hips back, relishing in the way he feels so full. A chuckle sounds from somewhere behind him, and his brow furrows in confusion. He recognizes the sticky-sweet feeling in his mind of a lifting sleep suggestion.

Before he can follow that thought to its conclusion, something pulls out of him and then pounds back in. and he cries out. A familiar touch trails down his back, and Obi-Wan's head spins. "Anakin?"

He's still hazy with sleep, struggling to get his hands and knees under him, when he realizes they're tied up. His wrists are fastened together, fixed to the headboard, but his ankles are tied to the far bedposts, spreading his legs. He yelps, trying to draw his knees together, but hands come down to force his thighs apart. Heat rolls through him.

"Come on, baby, you were being so sweet for me. Don't make me put you back to sleep."

And oh, Anakin's been playing with him while he slept. His lover had stripped him, spread him out, and tied him up, stretching his hole and fucking him while he was helpless. "Anakin—" he tries, but another thrust into him has him crying out instead.

"You're mine, sweetheart." Anakin's breath comes hot against the back of his neck. "Shouldn't I be allowed to play with my toys whenever I want?"

He flushes. His thoughts still feel slow, clouded with pleasure, and his tongue feels heavy in his mouth.

He must take too long to respond, because Anakin nudges him in the Force. "Can I get a color, baby?"

Obi-wan pulls at his bonds, whining. He'd forgotten he couldn't touch Anakin back. "I'm green, daddy."

Anakin's hand smooths gently down his side. "You're green? You'll let me play with you, princess?"

"Yes," he moans, head spinning. He wants Anakin to keep going, wants Anakin to use him.

"I'm glad," Anakin says. He pulls back, then fucks into Obi-wan hard enough to move him up the bed a little. He becomes abruptly aware of the fact that his cock is hard, trapped between his body and the sheets. "You just looked so pliant and soft, you know? I couldn't help myself, baby. And you were practically begging for it, moaning and spreading your legs when I touched you."

Obi-wan keens. He'd spread his legs farther if he could. He'd do whatever his Daddy asked.

"Maybe next time I won't wake you up at all, sweet thing. I could just fuck your tight little hole while you sleep, use you however I want. You'd be so confused, waking with your hole sore and stretched out, until you felt Daddy's cum leaking out of you."

#Wrote this a while back and never figured out how to finish it #They're just so.... *horny grip*#Obikin #Lace me up #Cw: somno

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palfriendpatine66 · 5 months

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Six Sentence Saturday

Because I said so and I CANNOT wait to share this. Working title Party of Three (subject to change) I was seized with the idea for an Obi-Wan/Quinlan/Siri threesome and had to start writing it immediately. NSFW snippet below the cut

“Come all over his tits,” Siri demanded as Quin’s breathing turned ragged and his hips rolled into the warm heat of Obi-Wan’s mouth. He looked up to meet her piercing blue eyes as she fucked into Obi-Wan and dragged out those pathetic little whimpers he only ever made while taking cock. Obi-Wan’s throat fluttered around his length with each sound that was driven out of him with another thrust of Siri’s strong hips and dragged Quin closer to the edge of his orgasm.

He considered not pulling out, remaining buried in the wet caress of Obi-Wan’s mouth as he reached his climax, but he was a Knight and he had enough self discipline and restraint to withdraw and take himself in hand. His fist flew over his length as he focused on the sight of Siri lifting Obi-Wan’s right leg even higher still so that her silicone blue dick could thrust in at an angle that made Obi-Wan cry out and Siri moan as she ground into him. But it was Obi-Wan reaching up to caress his tensing thighs and cup his heavy balls while his wrecked voice whispered, “Quin” that brought him over the edge, shooting ropes of cum over Obi-Wan’s chest that Siri grabbed tightly, digging her nails in and marking just as much as Quin.

#Obi-Wan Kenobi x Quinlan Vos x Siri Tachi #Obi-Wan x Quinlan x Siri #more to love #Star Wars multi partner challenge #to be announced

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battlekilt · 2 years

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Ahsoka "Anyone but Anakin" Tano

Rexwalker humor—

After she discovers the relationship between Rex and Anakin, Ahsoka lets Rex know just how she feels.

"Anakin, really? Rex, I'm disappointed."

Rex tried not to wince; that hurt. "What's wrong with him—"

She opened her mouth.

"—Don't answer that."

He ignored her utterance of, "We'd be here all week."

And he glared at the addition, "All month," Cody barely got in under his breath. Impressively, he kept his focus on the tactical readout, which Rex thought he was too focused on to pay attention to Ahsoka's reaction.

The Captain sighed, adjusted his helmet, and dared to ask, "Why disappointed?"

"Rex, you could have had ANYONE else but him."

Without thinking, he grumbled, "Doubt it." Which earned him several cast looks his way of incredulity and exasperation. Even Commander Cody looked away from the comfort of his topographic rendering of the city they were about to storm.

Someone said, "Rex, you fool." It might have been the Marshal Commander, who was already looking once again at the holoprojection.

Besides the point that he didn't want anyone else, Rex's curiosity won out, "Oh, like who?"

Hands on hips, Ahsoka said without hesitation, "Master Obi-Wan."

Cody's head was raised so fast it might have gotten a crick in his neck, "Not if the bastard wants to live." The implication was heavy in his tone: 'Not my vod'ika.'

Obi-Wan, who had somehow managed to ignore the exchange, even his suggestion, looked at his Commander with pinched brows, "Cody, that's mutiny. You'll be executed!"

"That's a risk I'm willing to take." Cody had made clear that over the years he had begun to construct a creative list of ways to dispose the bodies of obnoxious Jedi Generals who flirted too much, didn't wear their armor, and overall tested the patience of their Marshal Commanders.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, but stayed out of their dramatics. Cody and Obi-Wan were always entertaining, particularly when Kenobi got in the mood to irritate his Commander further and see how far he could push the man without testing the creative disposal list.

"Master Secura," She blurted out.

Rex... actually contemplated it. "She's... one of General Skywalker's crèche... uh... vod'e, right?" Keep expectations low: he's a Clone, Jedi nonsense still confused him as much as the dead-language of Gree's beloved extinct races. "Would that... make him uncomfortable?"

"It isn't about him. It is about you doing better."

Cody, ever helpful and suggestive in his own right, offered a rare stamp of approval, "Commander Bly wouldn't mind."

Obi-Wan looked at the reports on their up-coming battle, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

Under his breath, the Commander muttered, "I knew your hearing was going, you old man."

While Obi-Wan glared playfully and fondly, an expression ignored by its target: Cody, Ahsoka tossed out another name, "Vos!"

"Annoying General Kenobi is more Cody—"

"Don't you dare. While I'll go for lunch to dig up dirt on General Kenobi... no. Just... No."

Obi-Wan carefully handed Ahsoka a datapad. Which, when looked at, revealed to be the current roster of active Jedi Knights.

Rex wished he hadn't peaked.

Looking far too eager to help, Ahsoka thanked him.

Anakin came up out of no-where, and stood somewhere behind Rex's right pauldron. "What's going on?"

"Cody's contemplating my murder... again." "I'm always doing that."

Rex answered, "Ahsoka is going through the whole roster of Jedi Knights to suggest alternative... partners of interest than yourself."

Anakin blinked, then looked at his Padawan, "Are you starting with just the Knights or Masters?"

"I was just going to go in alphabetical order."

"Might want to narrow down the ages."

Cody's deep voice pointed out, "There are no twelve-year-old Knights."

Once more, he was ignored, "Aaijcolt, Afarbet?"

"Ahsoka."

"No, you're right—I don't think that many tentacles would be your thing... and the ability to share an oxygen-rich environment might be important..."

"Commander!!"

Obi-Wan had come to peer over her shoulder to take a sneak peek at the next offerings, "Oh, that's a nice one. It's always rather charming with me. We've had tea a few times," after a thought, "Well, I had tea. It... ate their algae. But still, It has always been a good companion, and Its translator's voice is rather soothing."

Together, Anakin and Rex cried out, "Obi-Wan!" and "General Kenobi!"

"Onto the next—"

#anakin skywalker #captain rex #rexwalker #tcw #clone wars #star wars clone wars #commander cody #clone troopers #kilt's writing #kilt's snippets #// cody covers up his anxiety #// and obi-wan gives him plenty of material to do it with #bucket's snippets #bucket's writing

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murdockussy · 2 years

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More Than A Mission (3/6)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Part one HERE | Part two HERE || Part four HERE

Chapter Summary: Anakin and yourself venture out into the club, and things begin to get a bit heated

Notes: Thank you guys for the love so far, get ready for the next chapters because it's gonna get angsty but in the best way. (P.S, just to clarify, reader is NOT a minor, reader met Obi-Wan at 18 yrs old and is afew years older)

Words: 3,300 ish

Yourself and Anakin rose from your seats, him securely tucking his lightsaber underneath his robes as Obi-Wan assisted, their hushed words echoing in your ear as they mumbled between themselves.

But you were too clouded by excitement to listen in, the ever so quiet music seeping through the walls luring you in, you determined to leave the room as fast as you can and join the unseen crowd, to have some fun. Truly, you were unsure of what to do while Anakin took lead on the mission. This was a completely new territory for you, unlike other missions inside clubs or cantinas, this time you had the freedom to do whatever you desired for the night. And on top of that, you were playing the part of somebody else. Tonight, you weren’t going to be the Jedi Padawan everyone knew to be, sticking by your Jedi family's side, having limits on what you could do. No, tonight you we’re going to experience something completely new, bend the rules without crossing the line, doing what you want because you could, your formal robes and Masters instructions not holding you back.

Riding on the high of your internal speech of encouragement, you took hold of your lightsaber and untied the robe from your waist, tearing it from your shoulders and tossing it into a bunched pile on the seat behind you.

The sight of the flying fabric caught Obi-Wan and Anakin's eye, the two of them turning their heads to face you, their jaws physically dropping at the sight. There you stood, adjusting the small amount of fabric covering your skin into place. If Obi-Wan were to call what he felt when he first saw you back in your home ‘shock’, then he was completely out of words for how he felt looking at you now. This eyes slowly raked your figure up and down, a heartbeat doubling at both ends of his body as his thoughts darkened. You looked beyond beautiful, beyond your usual amount of cuteness. You looked completely temping, what was left of you covered leaving Obi-Wan desperate to see more.

You could hear his heavy breathing from the devise inside your ear, and it caused your heart to skip a beat, your reveal having the affect you desired it too. Finishing your fiddling with the clothes, you placed one hand on your hip, the other now holding your saber out in front of your master, his eyes snapping from your revealed figure to the weapon in your hands, back to your eyes for the first time since leaving the temple.

“I believe you’re gonna need this” you said coolly, your head tilting as you waited for him to reply.

“I- I... I’m sorry?” he replied, lost for words as he began to blink rapidly.

“Well, you don’t expect me to be carrying this out there, do you?”

Anakin snickered at your bold question, Obi-Wans eyebrows beginning to furrow in anger at the boy behind him, Anakin taking the saber from your hand and placing it in Obi-Wans palm as he replied for you, “An escort with this kind of weapon is quite questionable, don’t you think Master”

“Of course” Obi-Wan babbled as he snapped out of his confusion, taking the lightsaber and attaching it on the hilt, opposite his own.

You watched the two men momentarily, Anakin with a deep smirk on his face as Obi-Wan held the same angry look, before opening the door, the sound of music welcoming you “You two have fun, and good luck Ani” you spoke, taking a step out the door before the sound of your name from behind you paused your movement.

Obi-Wan took one last look at you, his angry expression mixed with something you’ve never seen before, his eyes warning, yet, wanting? He was shielded swiftly by Anakin's body, the boy joining you inside the doorway, the two of you waiting for Obi-Wan to speak.

“What exactly are you going to do?”

The words came across more condescending than Obi-Wan anticipated, his emotions spilling out accidentally as he spoke, and it struck you deeply, only adding to the fuel of your anger, you replying with the exact sound that he did, “I’m going to play the part, Master, just how your Jedi council want me too”

You sent a final glare his way as Anakin wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his tall frame shaking you as you walked, him laughing at your spitefulness. The two of you made your way down the hallway, the music reaching its peak as you made a right turn and entered the section where all the fuss was. On the level you were stood on, there was a surrounding row of booths and VIP sections, all packed with people drunkenly enjoying themselves, looking down onto the main section of the club. There, crowds of people danced around each other in sync to the music, their bodies pushed against one another. The outsides of the dancefloor were circled by a curved bar, masses of people waiting in line while ordering their drinks.

You and Anakin were practically buzzing with anticipation, desperate to get out and join the fun before the bounty hunter's arrival. As people began pushing past you, he unwrapped himself from your frame, peering down at you as he spoke, his words echoing from the device in your ear, “Are you okay?” he questioned.

As electrified as you were by your surroundings, as well as your new wave of confidence your false persona gave you, you still had underlying frets about the mission, as well as the environment. You knew as long as everything went smoothly, you’d be able to stick to yourself and enjoy your night, but in all honesty, this entire setting and look was completely out of character to you. Inside, you still were uncomfortable, being completely out of your element, and as angered as you we’re, in times like this you’d want nothing more than to have your Master by your side, reassuring your safety. But you knew that Obi-Wan would be listening through the ear piece, desperate for your reply, and you didn’t want him to know how you truly were feeling – although he could see through you like glass – so with every ounce of conviction that you could muster, you nodded your head, keeping your voice steady as you replied, “I’ve never been better”.

Walking down the few steps, Anakin's made his way into the crowd, looking back at you to follow as he mumbled into the device, “Then this is where the fun begins”.

While yourself and Anakin secured a spot at the edge of the bar, the two of you a few seats away from one another yet conversing through the device, you decided if you were to truly play the part for the night, it wouldn’t hurt to have a drink or two. Not only to fit in more with the crowd, the many females putting themselves out there all sporting a drink in their hand, but to ease away your worries, something Obi-Wan could easily do, if he wasn’t trapping himself inside the walls of the room he refused to leave.

He sat beside your robe, one hand holding the material across his lap as the other brushed through his beard, his head hung low in as he remained lost in deep thought. He regretted his actions towards you, and he could feel your anger through the force in result of it. But he felt as though he had no other choice. In the transport craft, just the sight of you in his peripheral had his mind racing, him growing hotter beneath his robes as your eyes glared at his face, him forcing himself to take in every other sight besides the one he wished to look at the most. And when he spoke, he truly slipped up with his attitude, unable to control the way his words fell from his mouth.

He didn’t mean to offend you, to hurt you, and wanted nothing more than to chase you out of the room and apologise, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Beneath his clothes, he could feel the throb in his pants, thanking the stars for the unnecessary amount of fabric of his robe, something he’s never done before. He already was breaking too many rules of the Jedi code as is, harvesting these feelings for his own Padawan was running a risk high enough. Appearance aside, your new found confidence and attitude were enough to drive him over the edge, him wanting nothing more than to put you in your place in ways further than any Master could. And he knew if he spent the remainder of his night by your side, your physical body mere inches away from him, he’d struggle to compose himself further than he already was.

He could hear the world outside the room he was in though the device attached to all your ears, the conversations surrounding yourself and Anakin muffled as you spoke to one another.

“Any sign of the bounty hunter yet?” you questioned from your seat, your back facing the bar as you stalked over the crowd before swinging around to face forward. “Nothing yet” Anakin replied, him doing the same as the two of you still remained waiting for bar service.

Slowly, but surely, the bartender's surfed themselves to your end of the crowd, the muscular creature frantically taking orders from the people surrounding him, robotic arms swinging themselves around behind him as he worked. Poking your head forward, you spotted Anakin thanking one of the workers, the illuminated green drink swirling in his glass as he took a sip of the liquid. Catching your eye, he swiftly raised the glass in the air as he silently cheers’d to you, a playful twinkle in his eye causing you to smirk as he downed the rest.

“Can I get you anything” the melodic voice caught you off guard, your small sound of surprise rippled through the ear device causing both men on the receiving ends to jump alert. You sat clueless and at a complete loss of words, your cheeks beginning to warm as you mentally searched for a drink to name, the lists of drinks you memorised over time flying itself out the window. You’ve stood at multiple bars beside your Master countless times, him even allowing you to have a glass of his celebratory stash hidden in his room from time to time, but as you searched through the memories, not a single name of a beverage popped out at you.

“If you’d like to wait, I'm more than happy to return at a later ti-”

“No!”, you called out, your hand reaching across the surface of the bar in attempts to stop the creature from walking off, “What’s... Uh, what specials have you got?”

“There’s the Caption Kyorgs? Or I can whip up a Double Deck for you?”

“The Caption Kyorgs will be fine, and make it a double shot, if you can”

The muscular creature nodded, tapping on the holographic screen behind him as the robotic arm got to work, the colourful liquids mixing together completely mesmerising you. The coloured combination shot down into a tube, the chilled glass beneath it collecting the now bubbling substance, the bartender sliding it across the surface of the bar, you swiftly catching it in the palm of your hand as you thanked the server.

He continued to stand around, his gaze curious as he watched you take a small sip of the drink, a burning sensation singeing the back of your throat as you swallowed the liquid. Gently returning the glass to the top of the bar, you looked up to see the unmoving bartender, a goofy smile tugging at his elongated lips.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, your fingers tapping on the rim of the cool glass.

“I just think you’re being extremely obvious”

“Obvious how...?”

“That you’re one of those Jedi’s sent here for a mission”

His reply echoed in Obi-Wans ear, his fury from your reckless drink of choice faltering as he perked up at the sudden confessions, him preparing to leave the room and scold the man who was talking with you. Yet before he had the chance to stand from the couch he still sat on, you conjured a reply that lessened his fret.

“Jedi? And what gives you that impression”

“Well, it’s either you’re dressed undercover for this mission the boss warned us about, or you’re just shitty at your job”

“I beg your pardon? How exactly am I shitty at my job?” you replied, remaining calm as you urged the creature to continue.

“Look around, darling. All the other women of your professions are actually conversing with the crowd, putting themselves out there instead of waiting in the corner of the bar. And I doubt that someone with your amount of beauty would fail to find a partner for the evening, so either you’re one of those force folks, or you’re just failing at doing your job the way you’re supposed too”

As the words left his mouth, you couldn’t help but laugh, finding the bold statement unusually funny. You kept a keen eye on the creature, you unbreaking contact as you took a deep sip from your drink, the burning sensation lessening as it slowly became replaced with a tingling flow over your skin, the air around you feeling breezier than ever.

“What’s so funny?” The bartender asked, his tone lightening has he mocked your words from before.

“I just think you’re being extremely obvious” you replied, taking another swig from the glass as the effects from the alcohol began to increase.

“Obvious how…?”

To the men in the receiving ends of the device attached to your ear, it was obvious what was being displayed out in-front of them, your flirtatious demeanor growing stronger as your words began to slur. Anakin found it amusing, watching the whole scenario play out in person from down the bar, but Obi-Wan on the other hand, he was green with jealousy. He knows what act you’re playing at, your flirtatious tone often being used to persuade distractions out of your way while on missions. But you weren’t caught in the middle of the objective just yet, the assignment barely just begun. He knew he’d have to intervein if this devious side of you continued to spiral out of hand, but he remained tucked away in the corner of the room as he continued to calm himself, mediating on his improper thoughts.

“That you have an extremely bad taste of character. You sir, have no clue who I am, nor what I do. But I know you”. The server perked up at your playful tone, your words drawing him on edge, daring for him to test you further.

“What do you know about me, darling?” he pushed, his words deepening as he leant forward slightly, now completely leaning over the bar. Taking a final sip of the liquid, your glass ran empty as you smacked it onto the bars surface, the bartender shocked as you answered him, “I know that it’s time for you to make me another drink”

A bust of laughter travelled through your ear, your fellow Padawan unable to control himself over your burn, you hopping off the seat as you waited for your order. Once the bubbly liquid refilled your glass to the brim, your bartender passed it to you, wishing you a good night as you backed away from the bar, pushing your way past on-comers as you made your way to Anakin.

Walking behind his seated body, you tapped your hand on his shoulders, your arm snaking around his front as if to hold him in place.

“Well, I can see someone’s enjoying themselves” he joked, lifting your arm as he spun around, you now standing in front of him as he faced you, looking out over the crowd. The distance between you two closing in sent a screeching ring though the devise in your ears, you ripping it out instantly, slipping it under the fabric of your top.

“I could say the same for you. That’s what, your fourth drink?” you noted, popping a hip out as your hand rested on it.

“Second, actually. But I'm not the one asking for doubles, am I?”

“Anything to play the part, right? That is what Master Kenobi wanted” you snapped, your words coming out sharper than you expected causing your fellow Padawan to sit up, him temperamental side slipping out just as yours did.

“He also said to be smart”, he said as he pointed to your glass, “and I don’t think you’re quite taking to his warning”

“Oh please” you groaned, taking a quick sip as you rolled your eyes, “Like you’re one to talk about ‘taking to warnings’”

You could feel the tension within yourself and Anakin rising. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to bicker, half your friendship had been spent debating back and forth with one another, and you knew like every other fight, it would blow over with the slightest breeze. But you were already on edge tonight from Obi-Wan's ignorance towards you, and hearing the one person who usually takes your side now standing with the man you were against unleashed a new wave of anger over you, one the alcohol had more control over than you did.

Grabbing your free arm, Anakin snarled your name, you shaking his hand off as you went in for another long sip, “What's got you so worked up? Is there something bothering you? Is it Ob-”

“What’s bothering me is that I'm sticking to the mission, doing what I need to do, and everyone seems to have an issue with it!”

Acting off your rising emotions, you leant past Anakin, grabbing his half full drink and stepping backwards before he had the chance to stop you, “An issue? I never said I have an iss- Hey! That’s mine! Wait, where are you going?”

“To fulfil my duty!” you shouted, just loud enough for Obi-Wan to hear over Anakin's microphone, the Padawan losing sight of you as you weaved your way into the crowd, the mixture of dancing colours engulfing you until you were completely gone. Now only able to hear Anakin's deepening breaths, Obi-Wan rose from his seat and exited the room he was in, trying to remain calm as he rushed in a panic.

“Anakin, is she still with you”

“No Master” the Padawan replied, annoyance thick in his voice, “she’s gone”

“What exactly happened out there?”

“You tell me! Clearly something about this mission is bothering her, I know just as much as you do” the boy spoke, truly clueless to the reasoning of your actions. Yet Obi-Wan knew better, more connected to you than anyone else in the entire galaxy, and it bothered him to know he was the reasoning behind your angered outburst.

Taking a turn at the bottom of the hallway, he strutted towards the main area of the club and made his way to the least crowded section, his eye’s scanning over the poorly lit room in attempts to find you.

“She can’t be running round this place without her device in, especially without a weapon. This could potentially be dangerous, she should know better than this. Anakin, did you see what direction she was headed?”

Obi-Wan stood in silence as he waited for a reply, speaking once more at the missing response he was waiting for, “Anakin?”

“Master” his Padawan spoke, the annoyed tone in his voice completely dissolved, only to be replaced by a serious mumble, “I think we’ve got a bigger issue at hand here”

“How so?”

“I could be wrong, but I believe our target just walked in”

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secretsolarsystem · 2 years

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19 or 20-year-old Obi distraught from a vision Qui-Gon made him ignore that resulted in Obi being injured meets Lord (during Order 66) Vader.

soooo he doesn't really get injured but (spoiler) he gets kinda umm kidnapped?? so hopefully that's cool <33 I also made this spicy and we have @kyberkenobi to thank for that so GO THANK HER RN!!!!! THANK U MADISON <3

here is your 2.8k canon-divergent, raised a Sith!Vader, padawan to master!Obi-Wan, NSFW!!! masturbation (not underage!!!), vision-enemies/lovers to real life enemies/lovers?? and dyad????? my friend!!

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The first time it happens – or maybe, the only time it really happens, Obi-Wan is alone. He’s alone, he’s in his bed, and he’s trailing his hand down his chest and down his stomach, all the way to his waistband.

Once he reaches it, he trails his fingers through his newly growing happy trail, pinching the hairs and tugging just to make himself hiss. Obi-Wan likes to tease himself because it makes him take his time; he’s quite revered by the Order for his patience, and he finds this act to be no exception for one of his best qualities.

Though tonight, he’s just a little too impatient. Maybe it’s because he’s riled up from sparring with the other padawans; maybe it’s because more than a few of those padawans gave him looks suggesting they, too, were riled up; or maybe it’s just because he’s an nineteen-year-old human. At the moment, Obi-Wan doesn’t care what the cause of him shoving down his underwear quickly is – all he cares about is wrapping his hand around his aching cock.

Obi-Wan lets out a long sigh, simply holding his cock for a moment. He rocks his hips in small circles, closing his eyes and sinking into the feeling. He remembers one padawan in particular, how she’d been panting after their first round, how her still-growing chest was heaving. Obi-Wan squeezes his hand around himself now, once, and then he lets go so he can spit into his palm. Getting a hand on himself again, he recalls how she’d looked up at him at the end of their third round, cheeks red and pupils blown and lips wet and parted around heavy breaths.

She’d won twice already, signaling the end of their sparring session, but still, she’d squirmed under Obi-Wan’s body and breathed, “Best three out of five?”

Obi-Wan hums out yes now, as he had then, though now he says it as he finally starts stroking his cock. He sets a steady pace, making sure to keep the pressure of his grip light. He may be eager, but he doesn’t want to come yet, not until he gets through the images of their sparring and into the ones he knows will push him over the edge.

The other padawan got her third win during their fourth round, both of them agreeing without hesitation to move onto hand-to-hand. When she’d won, she’d had Obi-Wan’s front pressed to the floor, her hips on his lower back and one arm wrapped around his shoulders, her breathing hot and loud in his ear. “I loved you on top,” she’d muttered, “but you’re lovely here, too.”

Biting his lip around a groan, Obi-Wan’s hand speeds up and he trails his other one down to his thigh, gripping it tightly with his fingers just to hold onto something. As they often do when he’s run out of whatever’s immediately made him horny, Obi-Wan’s thoughts turn to his time on Mandalore, to his time with Satine. All he really has to do is think of her biting words and how she’s shoved him against the wall when he’d returned them, about how she’d wanted him to shut up so she bit and kissed his lips until they were humping against each other, groaning ‘I can’t stand you’ and ‘don’t stop, don’t you dare stop’ into each other’s mouths.

Already feeling himself near the edge, Obi-Wan tightens his grip and keeps his fast, steady pace while the hand on his thigh presses bruises into his skin. He’s panting, he’s biting his tongue against moans, his whole body is rolling into the tightness of his own hand. He’s on the edge, the precipice, he can feel the warm start to spill over into his gut, and then-

And then the vision changes, sharply, so suddenly he doesn’t have time to even realize it and stop jacking himself off. It’s while he’s taking himself to the edge that he sees the padawan from his earlier fantasies again, though now her eyes are closed as she lays lifeless on the ground. It’s not just her, though; the whole Temple seems to be riddled by Jedi bodies, ‘sabers dropped from still hands and the marks of blaster bolts everywhere.

Obi-Wan gasps, the vision gruesome and horrifying, but it’s when the vision of a tall man appears, the shadows of his cheekbones made severe by the light of his red blade and his golden eyes boring into Obi-Wan’s that Obi-Wan’s hand finally stops because he’s coming, he’s gasping and he’s crying and he’s moaning as he spills onto his hand and his stomach and even up to his chest. His toes are curled and his back is arched because he’s come the hardest he’s ever come while he’d looked into the eyes of a mass murderer, of a Sith.

He needs to tell Master Qui-Gon. He needs to tell the Council. He needs- He needs to clean his come off of himself.

–

Obi-Wan told Qui-Gon, and it hadn’t gone well, in Obi-Wan’s opinion. He’d told Obi-Wan that the future is always shifting and changing, and that the Sith hadn’t been around for centuries. “It’s highly unlikely to come to fruition,” he’d said, “and even if it is on the horizon, trust that we will be well prepared to avoid that fate.”

“But Master, if we are to be prepared, shouldn’t the Council know about it?” Obi-Wan had pressed. He could still feel those golden eyes boring down into his very soul, they’d seemed so real, so inevitable. He couldn’t deny how even know they sent a horrified shiver down his spine, though he absolutely denied with every fiber of his being the way they sent heat to his gut.

“Padawan, what were you doing when you had this vision?” Qui-Gon asked, arms crossed. Obi-Wan blushed furiously, eyes glued to the floor. “Were you in a calm state that could allow the Force to speak clearly to you? Or were your emotions heightened, making the Force have to use more aggression to get to you?” Obi-Wan knew his silence would give Qui-Gon his answer, so he didn’t say a word. (Thank the Force; what if Qui-Gon followed up by asking exactly what he’d been doing?) “I think it best if we leave this be, Obi-Wan. No need to fuss over something that most likely will not occur.”

So Obi-Wan listened to his master, as a good apprentice should. He didn’t fuss over the vision, nor did he share it with anyone else. It was something he locked away to himself, for himself. As much as he wish he didn’t, he revisited it often, especially when he was doing what he’d been doing when it first came to him. He couldn’t tell if the vision was expanding upon itself each time or if he was the one adding to it, but he couldn’t be bothered to dissect it, not when Qui-Gon had told him not to and not when he was writing atop his sheets.

Nowadays he didn’t have to think of other padawans or people he’d seen on the HoloNet or even Satine; all he needed were those golden eyes and severe facial features and he was coming all over himself with a cry stifled by biting the inside of his cheek so hard he’d bleed.

Once, he’d been face down on the bed, hips swaying above his knees with his ass up in the air. His spit-slick fingers were thrusting in and out of his hole, and he was too tight and they were too dry, but he was whimpering and drooling onto his pillow nonetheless. He managed to wiggle them in deep enough and angle them just so, so he was brushing over his prostate as he saw the figure swing his ‘saber with such graceful force and a sharp smile filled with satisfaction. It had Obi-Wan shaking, and just as he felt that heat start to spill over, the vision showed him the Sith’s pink, plush lips forming the words, “Did you like that, Master?” and Obi-Wan’s cry was lost to the pillow now bit between his teeth as he spilled onto the sheets below him.

As he laid there, sweaty and. panting and hating himself, he wondered why the vision only came to him when he was getting himself off. Was the first one the only true vision, and his subconscious now connected it to the action? If it was real, did it have something to do with it? If it wasn’t, what did that say of Obi-Wan, who was getting off to a Sith who might kill his family?

And what did it mean that now that vision called him Master?

–

When the vision came to fruition, Obi-Wan had been in the middle of discussing strategy with Cody and a few other men early in the morning, all of them having powered through the night with no sleep. He was still in his clothes from yesterday, and he knew his hair was a mess from how often he tugged at it throughout the meeting.

Times were strange and they were hard. The war was unforgiving, and Obi-Wan feared there would be no end to it. All he had to comfort him were the pieces of Temple life he could take with him, the bond he felt with the 212th, the Force, and the vision he still kept all to himself.

As he waited for Cody to come back from grabbing caf and tea for everyone, Obi-Wan felt a horrible, sharp shift in the Force. He heard Cody’s voice, suddenly sounding impossibly far away and much too close for comfort responding to a staticky voice with “Yes, my Lord,” and without looking up, he knew every man’s blaster was trained on him.

With a great pain in his heart but no hesitation, Obi-Wan grabbed and ignited his ‘saber, going into a defensive stance. As he looked around at his men, at his brothers, he immediately noticed that while they all aimed their blasters directly at him, none of them were pulling their triggers.

“Cody-” he began, hoping there was room for explanation and diffusion before whatever heartbreaking battle was about to break out.

“General Kenobi,” Cody cut him off, and though Obi-Wan had heard him say those exact words hundreds of times, they were now said with no warmth, no respect. “You are under arrest by order of the Galactic Empire. Surrender willingly and quietly, or we will be forced to bring you in unconscious.”

Not wavering in his stance, Obi-Wan asked, “Bring me in where, Commander?”

Clicking his teeth, Cody sighed. “He didn’t choose quietly,” he mumbled, and then Obi-Wan heard a blaster go off, and then everything was black.

–

Blinking his eyes open, Obi-Wan was immediately aware of his body: his head hurt, his body ached, he was sitting on a chair, his ankles were tied to the legs, his wrists tied together behind his back, and around his neck was a Force-inhibitor. Two clones stood guard in front of him, and the second he opened his eyes and groaned in discomfort, one of them glanced back at him and then promptly left the room.

Shortly after, the clone came back, and Obi-Wan’s heart began to race impossibly fast even as it fell to his stomach. Because there, following behind the clone, was the man, the Sith, from Obi-Wan’s most twisted dreams – no, visions. This confirmed this.

It all made sense in that exact moment: the Sith had something to do with his men turning against him. The others must have done the same; Obi-Wan could only wonder how many of his fellow Jedi were dead, now.

“All of them,” the Sith spoke, his voice less hard now, in person. Obi-Wan drank in the sight of his face, identical to the one he’d imagined kissing and fucking for years, now. Obi-Wan had always assumed he’d been older than himself, but he supposed his younger self was having visions of the man as he currently stood before him: sharp cheekbones; golden curls, golden eyes; pink, pink lips. He was gorgeous, and at least a decade younger than Obi-Wan now.

“You can hear my thoughts,” Obi-Wan said, more confirmation than a question.

The Sith smiled. “I’ve always been in your head, haven’t I?” When Obi-Wan simply blinked at him, the Sith’s smile grew. “It’s okay, you’ve been in mine, too.”

Obi-Wan hummed at this, genuinely intrigued. There was no bond between them, seeing as this was their first ever meeting, but clearly they were linked in some way.

“The Force has chosen us, has made us Her dyad,” the Sith explained, golden eyes sparkling. “And my master is not happy about that at all. He says it makes me weak.”

Pursing his lips, Obi-Wan considered what to ask first: What did he mean by them being ‘chosen’ and ‘made’ into a ‘dyad’? Who was his master? Why was he unhappy about it? What was the Sith to do about his master’s unhappiness? (Why had Obi-Wan gotten used to being the Sith’s master, and why did it anger him to hear him refer to another as such?)

“We are two halves of the same whole, two beings intertwined in all ways – well, nearly all ways, but the dreams help with that, don’t they?” the Sith began to answer, smiling sharply at Obi-Wan. It made Obi-Wan wonder what the Sith’s dreams were like; Obi-Wan gotten off to visions of the Sith’s carnage, but never of them being intimate in any way. The dreams never showed him that, but it sounded like they did for the Sith. “And as we are such, you can stop calling me ‘the Sith,’” the Sith groused. “My name is Vader.”

“Vader,” Obi-Wan said aloud, both of them shivering from it. Vader stalked forward and the two clones gave him ample room to do so. When he reached Obi-Wan’s still seated form, Vader swung a leg over Obi-Wan’s own, straddling him as his hands came up to toy with the collar around his throat.

“My master,” Vader went on with answering Obi-Wan’s unspoken questions, smile on his lips, “is a powerful man – the emperor, in fact.” That alone raised a million questions for Obi-Wan, but he held his thoughts and listened. “He’s not a fan of sharing, and is displeased at the idea of anyone else having any sort of sway or hold on me. Which you do, of course.”

Obi-Wan ignored the way heat immediately pooled in his gut, but Vader did not, if the way he scooted himself even closer and smiled wider was any indication.

“What am I to do about it? Well, kill you, of course,” Vader finally answered. Then, he leaned down, mouth right next to Obi-Wan’s ear. “But how am I to kill you, Obi-Wan? You’re my other half. You and I were made for each other.”

Obi-Wan bit back a groan, mind reeling at the thought of being made for this man and this man being made for him. It was impossible, how right it all felt. “So, the question remains: what are you to do?” he managed to ask after swallowing down his arousal.

Sitting back up, Vader smiled down at him. “We are going to kill him.”

Raising an eyebrow, Obi-Wan responded simply with: “‘We’?”

Nodding, Vader said, “Yes, Master. We.”

Kark, there was that word, Master, falling from his lips while he sat on his lap and was real.

There were only two ways to go about this, at the current moment. One was to not believe a word out of Vader’s perfect mouth, and assume he was being led to his master as a trap. Being led to the emperor would give Obi-Wan a (probably very slim) chance at fighting and defeating him, and trying to fix the wreckage of the Republic he was sure to find.

The other was to believe Vader, and believe the idea of them being inextricably linked by the Force itself. This would require him to also believe that Vader would take him to his master not to be killed, but to kill his master, together.

Either way, it seemed he could get to this so-called emperor with a fighting chance.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Vader giggling above him. “I’d go with the second one,” he advised, tilting his head. “I know you can’t sense it right now because of the collar, but I’m telling the truth.”

“Why don’t you take this collar off of me and let me see for myself?” Obi-Wan retorted.

“Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Master?” Vader said, hooking his fingers underneath the collar so it pulled tight against Obi-Wan’s neck. Obi-Wan sucked in a gasp, both instinctively and at the feel of it choking him just the slightest.

Vader’s eyes darkened, and his tongue darted out to wet his plump lips, an action Obi-Wan couldn’t help but watch with rapt attention. “Oh, did you like that, Master?”

Force, Vader was literally a dream come true. Though, it would probably be more accurate to say he was a nightmare come true, but either way, he was real and true and in some way, shape, or form, he was Obi-Wan’s.

Around them, the Force sang.

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Kinktober Day 9 - Felching

Today’s kinktober prompt: Just read your latest Kinktober fic and I'm just *fans self aggressively* Now I'm here to do the Lord's work by prompting "felching"! As a follow-up scene or completely different scenario!

May I? - 1,131 Rated: E Content: Felching; Rimming; Come Eating; Bottom Anakin; Top Obi-Wan

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Anakin bit into the meat of his arm and suppressed a groan. Breath, hot and stuttering, fluttered his curls, hair tangled and spread out across his temples and cheeks as he arched back into the touch offered to him. Beneath him his cock stirred though he’d already come twice before, body overstimulated but still needing more - always needing more.

There were few things as exposing as this: spread and pulled apart, his hole studied and inspected - admired - by the intense gaze of Obi-Wan. Anakin could practically feel his eyes on him, scorching hot as steel-blue tones slid down his back and long the curve of his ass, hands dug into the meaty underside of his thighs as Obi-Wan pulled and pushed him apart. His hole was already so sensitive to the slightest touch, stretched apart by Obi-Wan’s thick fingers and heavy cock, slick with spit and come and lube, hair matted down and tugging uncomfortably as his cheeks were pulled apart and held open.

He waited for Obi-Wan’s instruction, keeping his hole clenched, the whorl of muscle squeezed tight. A moment passed, Anakin sensing a tremor through their bond as Obi-Wan indulged in the sight, his usual patience bleeding into this moment. Obi-Wan would take his time - he could take his time - dragging out every torturous moment so that he could indulge in the sensations for just a little longer.

Anakin still hadn’t figured out how he did it.

“Relax,” Obi-Wan finally said.

Doing as requested, Anakin smiled into the pillow as he heard Obi-Wan’s soft gasp as the hot, slick dredges of his seed spill out from Anakin’s hole. Turning his head he looked over his shoulder, watching Obi-Wan’s expression shift and curl - one moment hard and hungry and the next soft and supplicant. Tensing before he lost all of Obi-Wan’s seed, Anakin locked eyes with Obi-Wan and smiled.

“May I?” Obi-Wan asked.

He always asked - always requested, even when he was fucking Anakin hard and fast, hand in his curls, shoving Anakin’s face down into the bedding or the floor or the wall. It was as if he needed permission to let himself go; take what he wanted of his former Padawan without resistance from his inner shame. And Anakin loved it - loved that he was able to give Obi-Wan that. Loved that he was the only one who could. Loved that he would be the only one who did.

Obi-Wan shifted then, slipping down on to the bed. Anakin rested his cheek on his arm and sighed, toes curling as he felt the first puff of air against the furl of muscle and damp hairs. He felt Obi-Wan’s tongue against his perineum first, long and flat and hot as it slid up and back down, Obi-Wan collecting what had already spilled out. Anakin cock swelled between his belly and the mattress, hips stuttering down before pushing back up, wanting more of Obi-Wan’s tongue on him - along his hole and inside, licking and lapping, taking back what he’d given.

But instead Obi-Wan laved at his balls, Anakin’s breath hitching as Obi-Wan pressed his nose against his taint and sucked one ball into his mouth. He made a little noise in the back of his throat, heard over the drumming in Anakin’s head, needy and focused as hot breath gusted across Anakin’s slick skin. He took Anakin’s other ball and gave it the same attention, hands harsh against his legs, keeping Anakin spread.

And then he moved back up. A moment passed, Anakin still keeping his hole closed up tight despite the ache. He waited until he could feel the ghost of Obi-Wan’s lips on him before he relaxed, and moaned loudly when Obi-Wan pitched forward to catch what was offered. His hole was still sensitive, the rim stretched and the muscles tense as Obi-Wan tongued him quick and fast, lapping up his seed before sucking at the sloppy rim.

The sensations were both pleasurable and painful, Anakin’s body rocking into Obi-Wan’s mouth while bucking away, cock throbbing between his legs. He let out a sob as Obi-Wan wiggled his tongue inside, slipping the tip in to clean him up as thoroughly as he could, his beard rubbing harshly against Anakin’s over-heated skin. But the sensations were nothing compared to the sounds Obi-Wan was making, desperate little hitches slipping past his usually composed facade, mouth hungry and wet sounding against Anakin’s hole, breath skittering along his sweat slick skin, hot and demanding.

Obi-Wan was squeezing the muscles of Anakin’s ass, keeping him spread, wide open and exposed to his hunger. Another moan slipped past Anakin’s lips when Obi-Wan’s teeth grazed his puffy rim, muscles fluttering beneath the manipulation as Obi-Wan ate his come from him. Pain and pleasure fanned out from his groin and up into the back of his skull, making him delirious once more, mind blissed out and body going limp and then tensing with each rub and stroke of Obi-Wan’s tongue.

Lifting his head Obi-Wan caught his breath, leaving Anakin’s hole abandoned for a moment. But before Anakin could ask or demand his return, Obi-Wan was ducking back down, tongue and lips once again covering Anakin, tongue flicking before flattening, movements at once hurried and fiendishly slow. There was a creaking in the bed, a subtle motion of movement that Anakin recognized was Obi-Wan shoving his cock into the bedding, hips fucking up into the soft fabric as he pushed his face between Anakin’s cheeks and devoured him whole.

There was no come left to taste yet he continued and continued until Anakin was spilling out on to the bed, the only friction needed that of the fabrics of the sheets and blankets, soft and harsh all at once against his over-sensitive body. There was a spasm in their bond - quick and lashing - and Anakin knew Obi-Wan was coming as well. He could feel it in his touch as he gripped Anakin’s thighs and squeezed; in how he wiggled his tongue and kissed and sucked on the rim like a man possessed; how he huffed and grunted, breath wet and desperate against Anakin’s ass as he rode out his orgasm.

With great effort Anakin rolled on to his back as Obi-Wan crawled up the bed. Thought he was hot and sticky and sore, Anakin rolled on to Obi-Wan and shoved his face against his neck, breathing in his scent and the smell of sex.

“Thank you for letting me do that, darling,” Obi-Wan said, fingers idle in Anakin’s messy curls.

Anakin smiled against Obi-Wan’s neck. “Any time.”

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enough regrets for a lifetime (CWFKB #6)

Uncertain Kiss fill for Codywan First Kiss Bingo, Kenobi show timeline. @codywanfirstkissbingo

Between one step and another, Obi-Wan stumbles into the control room of the Ventator. The walls are the same cold steel, slick with condensation and pitted with the rough-shod marks of quick construction, debris kicked away by every careless step, and the lights flicker the same way, a constant subtle tug of war between medical and engineering that he isn’t meant to know anything about. Distantly, there is the rumble of generators that echo in the same timbre as the engines did, a rattle that lingers in the broken hollow of Obi-Wan’s hip and sets his nerves sparking the same way a lover’s touch would.

He knows he is on the Ventator because Cody is here.

He looks much the same as he had the last time Obi-Wan had seen him, shoulders rounded, his head bowed as he studies an incoming transmission. His teeth dig into his cheek the same way they always did whenever Cody fell into a rote pattern of concentration, the action drawing the faded tail end of his scar into uneasy relief, and Obi-Wan aches at the sight of him. He knows why so many of his fellow Jedi died when their clones turned on them because even now, as Cody’s gaze slides up and locks onto his and Obi-Wan remembers exactly where he is, he can’t picture himself hurting Cody.

But he may have to.

Obi-Wan steps backwards, takes another step. Cody watches him, his eyes dark. He isn’t wearing his armour, any armour from what little Obi-Wan can make out, pressed into what passed as a dress uniform underneath this regime and was really little more than sharply creased tissue paper. He keeps his gaze fixed somewhere on Cody’s navel, unable to look any higher, unwilling to look down. Cody’s gloves are ripped along the seams at the side of his palms, the leather flexing open as his hands drop into Obi-Wan’s sightline once more. There is a bacta patch affixed to the edge of one palm, cut to likely curl around his finger to try and mitigate any shifting during usual day-to-day wear.

Obi-Wan takes another step.

Cody follows him.

He isn’t running, barely even retreating. This is recalculation, replanning, making things up as he goes because the universe has a particular fascination with tearing his life into shreds just to try and watch him pick up the pieces. Obi-Wan curls his fingers into the sodden twist of his sleeve, breathing through the whistle of his teeth as his jaw aches. His saber hangs heavy at his hip, weighed down with every responsibility Obi-Wan hadn’t been able to carry and what he will have to do.

“General?”

He stops, his heart shattering on impact and leaking out through his boots. It squelches slightly as he steps forward, unable to stop himself even if what greets him would be a blaster bolt to his head. He’s never been able to deny Cody anything, not really, not his attention, his thoughts, or his love even if he had been unable to tell him that.

“General?” Cody sounds so lost, far younger than he had ever been allowed to be. He digs his fingers into the broken seam of his gloves, stretching the tear further, another flash of golden skin made lighter by too long under artificial lights. (If Obi-Wan had found him sooner, Cody would be resplendent in sunlight, as bright as he should always be, not this shadowed side of the moon standing in front of him.)

“Cody.”

“YesNo.” There is an undercurrent Cody’s voice, a metallic quality infecting his words and trying to twist them to something else, a hiss of static over a commlink that sounds like whispers. His brow furrows, his gaze dropping to his boots, and Obi-Wan devours the opportunity to look over him properly. He’s aged, his dark curls shot through with silver that darkens over the tips of his ears, and what little of Obi-Wan can see of his face has new wrinkles and scars in equal measure. He commits each one to memory, the cluster of creases at the corner of Cody’s eye, the scar bisecting his eyebrow that’s healed dark and jagged and the paler twin that just misses the twist of his mouth.

Cody drags his gaze up, his eyes bleeding dark confusion, his hands trembling when he had never hesitated before. “Why do you look scared of me? You don’t normally. Come closer.”

The datapad hangs from his fingers, the edge clicking against his knee. Text scrolls across it, too distant for Obi-Wan to be able to read, red gleaming against the dark background.

“What do you think I am, my— Cody?” Obi-Wan swallows, apprehension tasting surprisingly like devotion.

“Hallucination. A glitch in my programming. Come closer please.”

Obi-Wan takes a single step forward. The light overhead flickers and Cody moves in the brief moment of darkness he’s allotted, raising his hand to cup Obi-Wan’s cheek and pausing before he makes contact. His hand is steady, as unwavering as his gaze, every part of him coordinated to the ticking of some distant machinery. Obi-Wan used to know where it was, the wind-up cogs in his chest ticking along with Cody’s in synchronicity, but then Cody had tried to kill him.

He should have known it would happen.

He’s meant for misery.

“Should have—“ Cody clicks his tongue, his eyes drifting out of focus and inspecting the contours of Obi-Wan’s spine before he blinks. The sound wisps across the forefront of Obi-Wan’s mind, clinging like damp clings, staining the edges of his skull in a way he won’t uncover for months. “Should have kissed you earlier.”

Everything stops. A distant ringing echoes in Obi-Wan’s ears, the speeder-brake squeal of a universe crashing into itself for the sake of this moment of stillness, of pure and complete clarity. He had always wondered if his love would have been returned if he had ever acted on it, if when an after the war Obi-Wan could live with was inflicted upon him that they could have had something, anything. This is a something, an anything.

“Would you—” Obi-Wan prods his lower lip with his tongue, tasting salt and sand. “Would you like to kiss me now?”

“NoYes.” Cody answers promptly, holds his reasoning out to Obi-Wan like the past decades haven’t happened, polished until he could count every hour of missed sleep in the purple stain beneath his eyes. “But I can’t. You’re not here.”

Obi-Wan breathes in, testing the seams of his ribs, and leans down to kiss him. It’s quick, barely more than a brush of his lips over Cody’s, finished nearly before it begins. Cody’s lips are dry, the surface rough, and Obi-Wan’s melted heart breaks further, seeping into the soles of his boots. “I’m sorry.”

He tips his head, pressing his cheek into Cody’s hand, his skin cool due to the chill in the air. Cody’s fingers curl, testing the seam of Obi-Wan’s jaw, scratching the rough pads of his fingers over the growth of his beard. Obi-Wan breathes in, the memory of Cody’s lips burning into his bones, and stretches a twist of the Force around his fingers, a single thread drawn as taut as he can without tearing down a floodgate and inviting the galaxy in. Cody blinks, a dawning horror in his eyes, a life lived and lost in a matter of seconds as his gaze fixes on Obi-Wan completely and utterly.

“Sleep.”

Cody sways, his lashes fluttering as his eyes roll. It takes him a few seconds to fall, crumpling as if Obi-Wan has set a charge at his joints, and Obi-Wan catches him, cradling Cody close. His mouth moves, a soundless gasp of disjointed syllables, before he sighs, succumbing to the sleep that Obi-Wan has pulled over his mind. He looks younger in his sleep, the perpetual lines of worry wiped clear of his brow, and Obi-Wan presses a kiss to his curls as he sinks down to the floor with Cody. Knowing what he’s lost is going to make living so much harder, but he has to do it. “Goodbye, love. Stay safe.”

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