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obikin-events · 2 years

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Q: What is a bingo? How many prompts will the cards have? How big will they be?

A: A bingo is a fandom challenge, in which participants are given a card (they can be 3x3, 4x4, 5x5 grids) filled with prompts meant to inspire a person to create more works!

For this particular bingo, our bingo cards will be 5x5, which means you will receive 24 prompts, as well as a free space – which means you can fill it with whatever you wish too, as long as it was not already used for a prompt on your card. These are meant to inspire those to create more works about Obikin (Obi-wan Kenobi x Anakin Skywalker), in either a romantic or platonic nature!

Q: How would I receive my bingo card?

A: Either by Twitter, Tumblr, Email or Discord! You’ll get to pick how you feel most comfortable receiving your bingo card. If by email, it will be emailed to you; If by Twitter, Discord or Tumblr, it will be DM’d to you. A link to the rules and schedule will also be sent a long.

Please be sure that you’ve given the correct full username, so it’s easy for the Mods to send it to you.

Q: What’s the bingo’s schedule going to be?

A: This is the schedule:

Sign-ups will open August 31, 2022.

Cards will start going out September 5, 2022.

Once you receive your card, you may begin creating and posting when you like!

Sign-ups for this bingo will close October 1, 2023.

This round of our Obikin Bingo will end December 1, 2023.

** This is our first bingo round and to give everyone as much time as possible to work on their cards, so this will be an extended round. Which roughly will give people a little less than a year and a half to work on their cards.

**** Please note though this round is a long one, that does not all mean future rounds will be so as well!

Q: How long should I expect to wait to receive my bingo card?

A: A few days at the very least, with a week at most. If you sign up and have not received your bingo card within eight days, then please send a polite message to inquire about it; chances are the Mods are simply a bit busy with offline life or for some reason your signup did not go through.

Q: How do I ensure I'm getting prompts I want/am comfortable creating for?

A: Great question! To ensure that your card is catered to your exact wants/comfort, you will pick the prompts you want on your board! A master list of the potential prompts for the bingo will be going out shortly before sign ups go live (soon!), so you will have plenty of time to decide which prompts you want for your board!

Which leads us into why there will not be any square changes allowed for this round of our bingo, since you'll already be requesting specific prompts you’ve chosen, and approved of for yourself, for your bingo board.

Q: Where can I find the prompt list?

A: You can find the NSFW list here and the SFW prompt list here!

Q: What counts as a bingo? How can I achieve a bingo?

A: To achieve a bingo, you simply need to meet these requirements:

A line (5x5) that is either vertical, horizontal, or diagonal. Also getting the four corners and free space, will count as a bingo!

Q: What requirements are needed to fill a prompt?

A: Ensuring that your square’s prompt is featured within your creation, and meeting these minimum requirements:

Fic/Meta - 100 word minimum.

Podfic - 1 minute and 30 seconds minimum.

Moodboard/Gifset - 3 images minimum.

Graphics/Edits - 1 image minimum.

Art - size 2x2 inch if physical, 200x200 if digital; clean sketch minimum.

Fanvid - 20 seconds minimum.

Animated Short - 20 frame minimum.

Comic/Visual Novel - 3 panel minimum.

Rec List - 6 recommendations minimum.

Playlist - 6 recommendations minimum.

If you have any more questions, or would like a more in depth answer, please ask away! Would be happy to discuss it with you!

Q: There's a lot of amazing prompts, but is there a way we could send in suggestions for the bingo?

A: Yes! Here is a link to a google form where you can send in suggestions for us to add to our ever growing and expanding list of prompts for our bingo!

Q: What counts as a blackout?

A: Filling every square on your card! You do not need to do this, of course, but could be a fun challenge for you to try and do!

Q: Can we use a fill for another event as well (another bingo for example)?

A: As long as the other event is okay with it, then you can absolutely go ahead! Just make sure you hit our minimum requirements for filling a bingo.

Q: What do we need to do to request a new card?

A: You either need to have two completed bingos or blackout your card completely before asking for a brand new card.

Q: What happens when we’ve hit the two bingos/blacked out our bingo card? How do we get a new one?

A: You simply fill out the form once again, picking the prompts you’d like on your new card and give the Mod a week or so to make you a brand new one!

Q: Can we write our fic’s in a non-narrative format? For example, could we write it as if it’s a magazine article, meta, ship manifestos, a text chain, Instagram/Twitter, etc. posts?

A: Absolutely! Let your creativity soar! All you would need to do is ensure the minimum requirements are being met, otherwise, absolutely go wild with how you’d like to do your fills!

Q: Can I repost an old work/art/creation and have it count for a square/prompt fill?

A: No, all works must be newly created to count towards a fill. If it’s already a completed work/art/edit that you’ve already posted, those will not count. If it’s something you’ve been working on but have posted nowhere till now, that counts.

Q: Can I include other characters in my work? Like in a threesome or something else?

A: As long as the relationship of Anakin and Obi-Wan is integral to the work, yes! Anakin and Obi-Wan should interact with one another or be thinking/talking about the other if one of them happens to be separate from the other for the entire timeline of the work.

Q: Is there a collection I can post my work to?

A: Yes! There is a collection on Ao3, which can be found here, that will be opened to posting once cards are being sent out to those who have signed up for this!

*** Edit: We are aware that there is an issue if you try to add a work to the collection. If you type ‘ oeb_round1‘ into your draft on Ao3, where it asks about adding it to a collection -nothing will drop down- and hit post (only once you’re ready!) your work will be added to the collection!

Q: How exactly does posting work for the bingo?

A: As soon as you receive your card, you can begin posting! It’s whenever you feel you’re ready to share your creation.

Q: I know other bingo events require master posts to be made once the round is done, will you be doing that?

A: No, we won’t be requiring a master post to be done up of all the squares you marked off your board. Though if you do make a master post, we will happily reblog it!

Q: Can my stories be a part of a series that's already published?

A: As long as what you’re adding to an already established series, then yes you are allowed to do that! Also if you are adding to a WIP, just be sure it’s a new chapter and that the prompt is mentioned with the chapter.

Q: Can I make art inspired by a story of mine that's already published if it fits a square prompt?

A: As long as it's a new, unpublished piece of art, then yes that would be okay! Our main objective for this is to create new creations, not reuse ones that are already out in the world.

Q: Are we allowed to combine our bingo prompts?

A: Absolutely! You can combine as many of your prompts as you’d like to but please know only one will count as having been filled for our bingo.

Q: Does my work have to be romantic in nature?

A: No! You can absolutely write about platonic Anakin & Obi-wan.

Q: How can I ensure my fill gets reblogged?

A: You can use the tag #obikinbingo23 or @ the blog here or on Twitter, depending where you post your creations. You can also submit a link on the Discord, DM or @ for Twitter, so we can share your creation!

Q: Where can I sign-up for this?

A: You can sign up here!!!!

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to send in an ask on Tumblr, a DM on Twitter or even an email to [email protected]. Or if you're already a part of our Discord Server, you can ask us there as well!

May The Obikin Be With You!

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that-gay-jedi · 2 years

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GUESS WHICH BITCH GOT VIR OBIKIN BINGO CARD HEYYY!

Prepare yourselves for a year of softness, vaderwan, soft vaderwan, and whatever weird shit my brain decides to do

Thank you to the hardworking pals at @obikin-events!

#obikin #obikin bingo #obikinbingo23 #obikin bingo round one #HRNGH i can't wait to fill this thing

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moonlightatnoon · 2 years

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Prompt: Historical AU

Summary:

"But the thought of Anakin getting married had stirred a fear in him. Not just of abandonment but something far more painful. The contemplation of a life without Anakin felt like the worst kind of damnation."

Padmé holds a Ball in honor of Anakin's birthday in attempt to find him a wife. In which there is scheming, a secret love affair, and desk sex!

#obikinbingo23 #obikin #obikin fanfic #obi-wan/anakin #Obikin Bingo Round One #obikin bingo #historical au #regency era #star wars #star wars prequels #star wars clone wars #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #padme amidala #r2d2 #fanfiction

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infernaleikon · 1 year

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oooh, what about The Moment in the fashion au where Anakin gets his makeover and obi is just. stunned speechless. bonus points for padme in that au!

soooooo, this has taken me an age and a half. it's not really a "makeover" tbh but i hope you like it anyway!!

this is also my first fill for my obikin bingo card, for the "office au" @obikin-events.

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editor-in-chief obi-wan and assistant anakin | (4.2k)

Obi-Wan scowls at his watch as he makes his way through the office space. He swallows down the groan that’s been building up in his chest, refusing to let his growing irritation and impatience echo around him. There is no need to involve any of the staff in his souring mood. It’s not like any of them can do anything about it, anyway. The only who can is, incidentally, also the one who brought it on.

Anakin was supposed to go over the budget report with him thirty minutes ago. Obi-Wan is used to Anakin being a bit liberal in interpreting set appointments between them but he’s never actually been this late to any of them before. And whenever something had come up, he’d notified Obi-Wan in time, and vice versa.

Now, Obi-Wan can’t even reach him because Anakin—uncharacteristically—left both his tablet and phone, and his headset at his desk. He’s not answering his personal phone either. And he’s nowhere to be found.

Obi-Wan exhales deeply. It’s been a long day and the cursed budget report is the last thing he wants to do, but it’s also the last thing he has to do today before he can go home. The thing remains the bane of his existence and the only thing—the only one—who gets him through it is Anakin.

It’s not like Obi-Wan can’t go through the report alone. He has plenty of times until—

He smooths out his cuff.

—until one day Anakin had noticed how tedious Obi-Wan found it and joined him to get through it faster, presumably. Since then, it’s become something like a ritual, a pocket of time just for them: Anakin always blocks off more time than they would really need if they worked through it diligently. Except their conversations always drift off to other topics, growing into discussions about this thing or that, before they’d return to the task at hand.

It’s Obi-Wan’s guilty pleasure. He rather selfishly has not yet told Anakin that it’s not part of his job to—well, to basically hold Obi-Wan’s hand while he’s suffering through the budget report. For all that they see each other every day and spend so much time together, it’s rarely just the two of them and even rarer still a conversation that doesn’t revolve around some issue concerning the magazine.

Obi-Wan has quickly learned that he quite likes having Anakin’s undivided attention. And their budget report meetings give him just that.

So it’s not that he can’t do it by himself. It’s that he doesn’t want to.

It’s also that Anakin was supposed to grab the report.

Obi-Wan is just about to resign himself to a long night at the office when he hears Anakin’s laughter as he passes the Closet. The sound skitters down his spine in a pleasant tingle. A woman’s answering laugh joins Anakin’s.

Irritation bubbles in Obi-Wan’s gut. Anakin was supposed to meet him a half hour ago. Instead, he’s in the Closet doing—something. With someone.

At least he’s not in the utility closet, a treacherous little voice in his head soothes.

Taking a deep breath in, Obi-Wan pushes through the glass doors of the Closet.

The admonishment dies on his tongue the second he rounds one of the clothes racks and spots Anakin standing in the middle of the dressing area.

“No, no, no,” the petite woman standing right in front of him is saying, words catching on a laugh. She reaches up and undoes the first few buttons of the pale blue dress shirt Anakin’s donning. Her fingers graze the skin of Anakin’s throat and the bob of his Adam’s apple is visible even from where Obi-Wan is standing. “You don’t want to look like a stuck up econ major.”

Anakin laughs. “Maybe stuck up econ major is exactly my style,” he says as he tips his head down to look at her.

A snort makes Obi-Wan turn his head. Aayla is stretching on one of the chaise lounges. “No self-respecting econ major would be caught dead wearing what you usually wear.”

“She’s right,” the woman in front of Anakin says as he starts rolling up one of his sleeves.

Obi-Wan recognizes her. Padmé Amidala, a young, rapidly rising politician, who’s the subject of their coming issue’s editorial. Obi-Wan had met with her a few days ago to talk about some details, and she’d been slated for a dress rehearsal today. It would explain why she’s here.

And why Anakin got distracted and forgot about the budget report. He’s been mooning over her since the first time she stepped foot in the building.

Obi-Wan ignores the tight-cold-hot feeling behind his ribs.

“Fine, okay,” Anakin huffs with a small head shake and a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He rolls the other sleeve up to his elbow, exposing the sinewy stretch of his forearm. Obi-Wan’s mouth is suddenly dry. “It’s definitely not my style. I could do stuck up econ major, though. Stuck up econ majors couldn’t do me.”

Obi-Wan clears his throat and decidedly does not think about anyone doing Anakin.

Anakin’s eyes flicker up to meet his, and Obi-Wan can see the exact moment he realizes.

“Oh, shit,” Anakin says empathetically. “The budget report—”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan says. He crosses his arms over his chest and raises his eyebrows. “I’m glad you have not forgotten about it entirely. Though I suppose this…” Obi-Wan tips his head to indicate their surroundings, “is more entertaining.” It comes out more sardonic than he means it but Anakin’s slight wince, the way he ducks his head and passes a hand over the back of his neck, feels oddly satisfying.

“It’s my fault, actually,” Padmé interjects.

I’m sure it is.

She smiles apologetically at Obi-Wan. Her hand is on Anakin’s biceps as if to soothe him and she’s standing half in front of him, like she’s shielding Anakin from Obi-Wan. It’s a ridiculous thought, of course, but their proximity to one another grates on Obi-Wan’s nerves like few other things do.

He’s being irrational. It’s become an odd pattern.

“Please.” Obi-Wan waves her words away with a smile that feels fake. “You are far lovelier company than I am, I’m sure. It’s no wonder Anakin got sidetracked.”

Anakin scowls lightly, eyes darting from him to Padmé, and then to his feet, as if he’d been caught in something. A beautiful, rosy pink flush rises to his cheeks, the way it always does when Anakin is embarrassed or caught off guard.

Obi-Wan almost feels bad.

Almost.

Padmé steps away from Anakin then, revealing his full outfit. The pale blue button down is tucked into a perfectly fitting pair of black dress pants. Black suspenders with silver clasps run along his torso, emphasizing the lines of Anakin’s upper body. The clothes show off his trim waist and the width of his shoulders. The open collar that allows tantalizing glimpses of his clavicle and throat, and the rolled up sleeves make him look casual with an almost understated, effortless elegance, similar to and yet wildly different from Anakin’s usual style.

Obi-Wan’s mouth is suddenly as dry as the Tatooine deserts.

Anakin spreads his arms a little. When he meets Obi-Wan’s gaze there’s something akin to a challenge in the upward tilt of his chin, but his eyes keep fluttering away and he’s chewing on his bottom lip, the dusky blush still faint on his cheeks.

“Doesn’t he look fantastic?” Padmé asks with a little, excited clap of her hands.

Obi-Wan tries to gather spit in his mouth to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “You look―”

A few things cross his mind none of which he can utter in a professional environment without getting slammed with a sexual harassment case, rightfully so.

“Dashing,” he finishes, rather lamely, he supposes. Dashing doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Anakin rolls his eyes at him but his flush darkens a bit. “Please rein in the compliments.”

“I can hardly contain myself,” Obi-Wan returns with a wry smile. His mouth still feels dry.

“It is quite a glow-up,” Aayla chimes in as she sits up, crossing her legs at the ankles. She grins at Anakin good-naturedly before propping her chin on her palm. “You don’t look like a dumpster racoon anymore.”

“Yeah?” Anakin says and raises his brows at her. “What do I look like now, then?”

Aayla tilts her head from side to side as if to ponder. “Like a regular racoon,” she decides with a shit-eating smirk. “Still a pest.”

Obi-Wan sees Anakin bristle and Aayla’s smirk widen. They squabble like siblings, and Anakin always rises so easily to her bait. It’s as entertaining as it is exasperating, at times.

“May I ask what brought this… makeover on?” he asks before the two of them can really get into it.

“Oh, I asked about Anakin’s wardrobe choices and when he said that he’s embarrassed about working here, I asked him to show me how he’d dress otherwise,” Padmé answers. She’s made her way over to the shoe rack, probably to pick out a fitting pair for Anakin’s outfit.

Obi-Wan barely registers it, though. He glances at Anakin. “You’re embarrassed working here?”

“No!” Anakin says hastily. His gaze skitters away as he turns and slips on his sneakers.

“Oh,” Padmé says again. “No, that’s not―”

Obi-Wan doesn’t want to hear Padmé’s explanation, though. He wants to hear Anakin’s. But Anakin is busy bustling around to collect his own clothes. He grabs the binder with the budget report before straightening. His eyes don’t meet Obi-Wan’s eyes once.

“I’ll bring back the clothes later,” Anakin says over his shoulder to Aayla. He nods at Padmé and then beelines for the door as if someone was chasing him.

“He’s not―” Padmé starts again when Obi-Wan turns to say his goodbyes but stops, wincing. He smiles at her, and it feels just as fake as before.

“Have a nice evening,” he says instead of waiting for a more detailed explanation, and leaves.

Anakin is already in his office when Obi-Wan gets there. He’s moving around the room as if hounded by something, all jerky motions and hasty gestures while he gathers pens, colored sticky notes, and other stationary they might need.

Obi-Wan gives himself a moment to watch him, take him in with the changed clothes, and how he looks in this space now.

Anakin is striking. He’s always been―Obi-Wan knew that boy was trouble from the first moment they met. The clothes have never taken anything away from Anakin’s odd charisma, have never made him less beautiful. And yet, there’s a subtle change to him now, in this new attire. Obi-Wan is certain he wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t worked closely with Anakin every day, and even so it’s hard to pin down exactly.

He looks, inexplicably, as if part of him has been revealed.

A number of questions rattle around in Obi-Wan’s skull, one more pressing than the other, and all just as desperate and anxious. Something in him wildly roars at the thought that Anakin is embarrassed working at Jedi, and it begs him to ask, to implore, to find a way to make Anakin comfortable. Because, that part of him says, if he’s embarrassed, it’s only a matter of time before he leaves.

Obi-Wan swallows every question that threatens to fall off the tip of his tongue. It’s not his place to pry into something that’s clearly personal and private. Especially as Anakin’s boss.

“Anakin,” he says gently.

Anakin barely glances up before his gaze skitters away again. “I’ll order some food from Dex’s and then we can get started on the report.”

“It’s late,” Obi-Wan reminds him. Outside, the approaching evening casts the facades of the highrise buildings in the first blue hues of the night. “There’s no need for you to stay. Go home.”

“No. I know you’re going to sit here and go through this thing until it’s done,” Anakin says, dropping the collected items on the low table in front of the couch.

“Well, yes―”

“Yes, and it’s my fault that you have to stay late, so I’ll help you get it done faster,” Anakin argues as he moves back to Obi-Wan’s desk.

Obi-Wan smooths a hand over his beard. Anakin always works doggedly to fix mistakes he thinks he’s made, often with such obstinate insistence that he runs himself ragged in an attempt to prove―something. It has blown up in his face on occasion and created―not a problem, per se, rather―a…situation that Obi-Wan has needed to fix. Anakin’s red face and clenched jaw has always set his teeth on edge in these moments but he still doesn’t understand how to help him…or what even makes Anakin react to perceived mistakes the way he does.

“That’s very kind of you,” Obi-Wan starts. “But I can’t ask you to stay late to do this. It’s not part of your job.”

He sees Anakin’s jaw work as he stares at a point between his hands on the desk. With a deep inhale, Anakin says, “I’m your assistant. It’s right there in my job title that I’m here to assist you.” Anakin meets his eyes now with a stubborn set to his mouth.

Obi-Wan barely manages to bite back a groan.

“Besides,” Anakin adds and grabs the phone, already dialing, “I wouldn’t get free food if I went home now.”

Before Obi-Wan can say anything, the person on the other end picks up and Anakin gives them the order. He rattles it off smoothly, getting everything Obi-Wan would order from Dex’s for himself, and it makes something hot pour through Obi-Wan’s ribcage. Obi-Wan allows himself a moment to enjoy the feeling of its warmth spreading through his body.

“Just don’t leave stains on the pages or Jocasta will have my head,” he huffs after Anakin’s hung up the phone.

Anakin grins at him like he’s going to attempt just that.

An hour later they’re—uncharacteristically—almost done with the task at hand and in a—more or less surprising—turn of events, it’s not the report that has Obi-Wan clinging to the last, gossamer-thin shred of his sanity.

Anakin is walking up and down in front of the couch table and gesturing as he talks, and Obi-Wan has found himself practically on eye-level with his ass. And for the first time since Obi-Wan has known Anakin, his ass is not covered by a plaid shirt or lost in shapeless, baggy pants.

The black dress pants fit Anakin like a glove, accentuating his waist and hugging his ass and thighs nicely. Obi-Wan definitely doesn’t think about how firm and biteable they look.

The sleeves of the dress shirt wrap neatly around his biceps and the fabric stretches across his shoulders whenever Anakin gestures wildly. It’s not tight by any measure but it’s perfectly fitted to the planes of his torso. Obi-Wan hasn’t thought of Anakin as lanky, really, but his usual wardrobe does a good job at hiding his frame, his build, and while Obi-Wan can’t say he’s surprised by Anakin’s actual physique, he’s…enticed. Inappropriately so.

It doesn’t help that the pale blue of the shirt brings out his eyes and the warm tones of his skin.

It’s impossible to look away from him.

So, really, it’s all of Anakin that has Obi-Wan keeping a white-knuckled grip on his composure.

“Okay—what?” Anakin snaps. He halts his pacing and crosses his arms over his chest defensively. Obi-Wan tries—and fails—not to notice how the sleeves stretch around the flex of his biceps.

Obi-Wan lifts his gaze from Anakin’s arms to meet his eyes. Smoothing his face into a mask of mild confusion, he says, “Pardon?”

Anakin looks at him like he’s calling bullshit. “You’ve been staring at me the way you stare at—at models or mockups or―or photoshoots that you don’t like,” he accuses, shoulders rising minisculely. The furrow between his eyebrows deepens with his frown but the line of his mouth looks―unhappy. “So, what is it? Do you not like the outfit?”

“Apologies,” Obi-Wan says. Anakin scowls and drops his gaze to stare at the low table. His arms remain crossed, however, in a manner that appears significantly like he’s trying to shield himself. Obi-Wan winces inwardly and tries again. “I apologize, Anakin. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Anakin quirks a brow and shrugs. “You didn’t,” he says, full of false bravado, as he raises his eyes again without meeting Obi-Wan’s, instead letting his gaze drift to look outside the windows.

Obi-Wan takes in his profile: the barely perceptible downwards slant of the corner of his mouth, the tension in jaw, the slight furrow of his brows. Anakin rarely shows discomfort or soft vulnerability, though he’s open with his other—loud, bold, deep—emotions.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan implores softly. He waits until Anakin, with some reluctant hesitance, turns to meet his eyes. “I do like the outfit. I was looking―or staring, I suppose―because you look―”

“Like a fraud?” The tone of his words drips mocking self-deprecation.

Obi-Wan bites back a sharp rebuke. “Comfortable,” he finishes, ignoring Anakin’s mocking words. “Like you’re comfortable in your own skin. In a way you haven’t been before.”

Anakin blinks at him.

“It suits you,” Obi-Wan adds, and then, “Both the outfit and the look.”

Anakin dips his head but it barely hides the soft pink dusting his cheeks. When he looks back up, there’s a stubborn little tilt to his chin. “You should really work on your facial expressions,” he huffs half-heartedly.

“Apologies,” Obi-Wan says again, trying to stifle the grin tugging at his mouth. “Would it help if I told you that whatever it is you saw on my face was awe?”

Anakin’s arms drop from their defensive position across his chest as he turns to fully face Obi-Wan, the color on his cheeks turning into a rich, dusky pink. He looks so wonderfully flabbergasted and so beautifully pleased at the same time that Obi-Wan very nearly coos.

(Gods, he’s such a sucker.)

For a moment, Anakin dips his eyes down with a proud little smile. He shakes himself out of it when he looks up again. “Guess I have to pay more attention to your face, then,” he muses and his brows crinkle as his gaze sweeps over Obi-Wan.

“Oh?” Obi-Wan’s stomach, stupidly, flips.

Anakin’s shoulders rise lightly. “Well, I do have to know what you think, and I thought I was on top of your face already—” He stops abruptly and his flush extends all the way down his throat now, past his collarbones, and disappears under the fabric of the shirt. “Facial expressions! On top of your facial expressions! Because I’ve been watching you so closely—” Anakin stops again, face scrunching, before he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes for a brief moment.

He could probably illuminate the office all by himself if the lights weren’t already turned on.

Obi-Wan’s stomach has gone from a flip to somersaults even though he knows Anakin is talking about being observant and attentive. It’s one of the things Anakin had told him on Obi-Wan’s first day: that he needed to know what he was thinking so he could help Obi-Wan in the best possible way.

Obi-Wan’s stomach just hasn’t gotten the message yet.

Obi-Wan clears his throat lightly. “I appreciate your dedication…to my face,” he says, trying for teasing, and breathes a sigh of relief when his voice doesn’t come out strangled.

Anakin makes high-pitched noise. He’s still steadily glowing crimson but he rolls his eyes. “You suck,” he says, with feeling, but there’s a slight wheeze in his tone.

“Can’t say that I don’t.” It falls from his mouth before he even realizes what he’s saying, but his own mortification and Anakin’s utterly gobsmacked face drive regret through him like a lance. “I’m sorry, Anakin,” he quickly adds, just as heat rises into his own cheeks. “That was inappropriate. I apologize.”

“Okay.” Anakin’s voice comes out like a croak and he clears his throat once, twice. “Thanks. I mean—” He rubs his palms over his thighs. “Yeah. It’s—okay.”

There’s a beat of silence during which Obi-Wan feels pinpricks of anxiety prattling along his skin, regret and discomfort twisting in his gut.

A thought strikes him then, and suddenly, he needs to know. “Is this why you’re uncomfortable working here?”

“What?” Anakin seems adorably confused before his expression morphs into one of alarm. “No. I’m not—” He sucks in a breath. “I’m not uncomfortable or embarrassed working here.”

Obi-Wan frowns, unconvinced, but something within him unspools nevertheless. Anakin sits back down on the couch, half turned towards him, with one leg tucked under himself. He sighs and runs a hand through his messy curls, tangling his fingers in the soft-looking strands, and then scrubs it, almost furiously, over the back of his head for a second.

Regret lances through Obi-Wan once again. “I’m sorry, Anakin, you don’t have to answer it. It’s not my place to ask.”

“I like working here,” Anakin says, so fiercely that it freezes Obi-Wan to the spot. “I like working with you.”

Oh, what a siren song.

Anakin drags in a deep breath and releases it in a long exhale. “A lot of people make fun of people who work in fashion and lifestyle. It’s still seen as—I don’t know—silly and unimportant, and people who work in this industry are regarded as airheads or vain, unless it’s someone really high up the food chain, like you.”

Obi-Wan turns towards him and sinks his shoulder against the backrest as he watches Anakin rub the pads of his fingers over the seam of his pants.

“There are enough people who just don’t take you seriously when they clock you as someone working in fashion or when you dress…differently. When you use fashion as a—a way of being who you are.” Anakin lifts a shoulder as he frowns at his hands. “So, I just, um, say I don’t care about it.”

It, Obi-Wan realizes, means more than one thing.

“People make assumptions all day long and I can’t stop anyone from doing that but—well, I guess, I can. Not play into their hands at least,” Anakin continues. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “And besides, you know, there’s more pressing stuff like housing and food and since I don’t like sharing either, fashion is—it’s—just a non-issue by necessity. Also, I am firmly against fast fashion, as you can see.” He begins motioning down himself but aborts not even mid-way through. “Well, not right now but tomorrow for sure.”

Anakin sucks in a breath through his teeth and lets his shoulders slump before he looks up to meet Obi-Wan’s gaze. There’s something akin to a challenge in his eyes, defiant and defensive and ready to strike, as if he’s waiting for Obi-Wan to pass judgment on him. But that soft, vulnerable part of him remains exposed: a glimpse of a part of Anakin that’s so delicate he rarely allows anyone to see.

And he trusts Obi-Wan with it.

The weight of it is—immeasurable.

Obi-Wan hums. “I do have to say I am quite surprised that someone as brazen as you pays any mind to the opinions of others,” he points out with a wry smile, keeping his tone jovial. “May I advise finding new friends if yours are judging you for expressing yourself?”

“How have I ever not thought of that before?” Anakin scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Guess I am too brazen.”

Ah. Wrong approach, then.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, softening his voice, “you’re exceptional at what you do. I wouldn’t get half of the things done in a day if it weren’t for you covering my back. Do you know how many people have envied me for my ‘feisty assistant’?”

Anakin scowls at his hands. “How many?” He sounds as if he can’t help himself but ask.

Obi-Wan curls his lips in a smile. “I’ve lost track, to be quite honest, but I wager you do come up in conversation at least once a week.”

“Oh.” It’s a soft little thing, full of surprise and pride. Anakin snaps his eyes up at him and purses his lips like he’s trying to keep from smiling. He rubs a hand over his neck.

“I know your value, Anakin,” Obi-Wan adds, imbuing his voice with conviction, with affection. “And it’s got absolutely nothing to do with what you wear, but I see the way you carry yourself in these clothes. Don’t let the ignorant assumptions of strangers dictate how you express yourself. Don’t make yourself smaller for anyone.”

Clearing his throat, Anakin ducks his head. His lashes fan over his cheeks as he blinks, casting long shadows along his skin.

He’s beautiful when he’s brash but there’s something inexplicably gorgeous about him when he’s bashful and flustered, a kind of unwitting vulnerability that speeds Obi-Wan’s heartbeat up and makes him curl his hands into fists to keep from reaching out to wrap a hand around the back of Anakin’s head to guide into the crook of his own neck.

Anakin clears his throat again. He smiles, small and happy. Obi-Wan answers with his own smile.

“I mean,” Anakin starts as he sits up a bit straighter and sharpens his edges, “duh.” He sounds insufferably cocky and though the softness has disappeared from his face, there’s a faint blush on his cheeks. “You would crash and burn without me.”

Obi-Wan sighs, faux put-upon, and Anakin grins.

Later, on his way out of the office, he makes a note to call HR in the morning.

#obikin #obikinbingo23 #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ficcups #i am such a clown #anyway anon #i hope you enjoy!!

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unspuncreature · 1 year

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for @obikin-events’ round one bingo prompt: huddling for warmth (aka stranded on an ice planet And There Was Only One Blanket)

#posting a piece two days in a row? who am i #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin #obikinbingo23 #scout.png

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tomicaleto · 5 months

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Obikin Bingo 2023 Masterpost!

This is part of @obikin-events's bingo round one! All prompts can be found under the obikinbingo23 tag

Here are the fills!

-Prostate milking (tumblr post) -Napping together -Hair pulling -Voyeurism (tumblr post) -Lingerie (tumblr post) -Comfort from a nightmare -Hand feeding -Toys (tumblr post) -Morning wood (tumblr post) -Kitchen sex (tumblr post) -Thick thighs (tumblr post) -Bare backing (tumblr post) -Frottage (tumblr post) -Somnophilia -Aftercare -Sugar daddy -Daddy kink (tumblr post) -Marriage of convenience -Quickie (tumblr post) -Cheating roleplay -First time (tumblr post) -Study abroad (tumblr post) -Artist AU (tumblr post) -Dom/Sub relationship (tumblr post) -Free space (tumblr post and bonus)

13 +18 drawings, two short stories, 9 sfw-ish drawings and one longer-ish fic, all obikin focused!

I hope you enjoyed my fills and feel free to let me know which one you enjoyed the most!

#obikin #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #Star Wars #The Clone Wars #SW #TCW #obikinbingo23 #Tomi's fics #Star Wars AU #Tomi's art #Obikin bingo masterpost

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jedibongrip · 10 months

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title: from now until forever (spend the night together) relationship: anakin/obiwan rating: E word count: 2.8k tags/warnings: PWP, stewjoni biology, weird stewjoni biology, homestuck genitalia, nooks and bulges

summary: Anakin doesn’t know how Obi-Wan manages to look so cocky, cool and confident, and self-assured while sitting spread-legged and dick out. Well, bulge out, technically. That’s what Obi-Wan called it when he described in detail what he wanted to do with Anakin when they finally saw each other again, voice tinny and staticky over the comm, as he told Anakin to touch himself from hundreds of parsecs away. A/N: one of my entries for Stewjoni Biology Week!! featuring classic homestuck troll biology :) to see all the fics and art that were posted check out the AO3 collection or the twitter !! this also fulled my AU square for obikin bingo @obikin-events for full list of tags on this fic, go to ao3!

Anakin doesn’t know how Obi-Wan manages to look so cocky, cool and confident, and self-assured while sitting spread-legged and dick out. Well, bulge out, technically. That’s what Obi-Wan called it when he described in detail what he wanted to do with Anakin when they finally saw each other again, voice tinny and staticky over the comm, as he told Anakin to touch himself from hundreds of parsecs away.

Anakin can’t help but keep his legs tightly pressed together, his hands keep moving to try to cover his dick. He’s half-hard already and has been since the Resolute docked on the same planet as Obi-Wan. When they finally reunited, Obi-Wan had pressed a gentle, almost shy, kiss against Anakin’s lips - the first in the many months since they’d been apart. What they had was both new and old - new in that they finally broke down the barriers between platonic, familial, romantic, and sexual that previously stood in their way, but old because their urges and feelings were well-worn and familiar.

They just hadn’t gotten the chance to have sex yet. The last time they were close enough to touch, Obi-Wan was injured and Anakin was busy with Ahsoka, and it was only just before both were shipped out to opposite edges of the galaxy that Anakin broke down. Pathetic and embarrassed, crying like a child that he didn’t want them to part, crying until Obi-Wan pressed a cool hand to his face and told him that he didn’t want them to part either. And since then, it had just been sending messages over the comms whenever they had a spare moment, calling each other when one was just walking up and the other finally going to sleep, sending charged and longing glances at each other as they projected into meetings.

Now they were together. And Anakin had no clue what to do. When he first ran into Obi-Wan’s arms, he shyly suggested that they sneak away from the Negotiator and the military docks. They could go closer to town and find a hotel. Obi-Wan shook his head and chuckled at Anakin’s confused expression.

“We’d have to pay a fortune in cleanup fees,” Obi-Wan said. “My quarters are better suited for what I have in store for you.”

Sitting naked on Obi-Wan’s bed, watching as Obi-Wan’s bulge slithers out of the smooth, rounded sheath - his nook, Anakin thinks dumbly - leaving a watery blue mark on everything it brushes against, Anakin finally understands what Obi-Wan meant when he talked about clean up fees. He almost forgets to breathe as he watches it unsheath, the base getting wider the more it comes out, the flexible, tapered tip growing more adventurous as it can reach further. The whole appendage is a majestic teal-blue, as is and the slick that drips off of it. The few times Anakin has been unfortunate enough to see Obi-Wan bleed, his blood had been the same.

“Well,” Obi-Wan says, the teasing note in his voice almost insufferable. “Is it up to your standards?”

“I have no idea what to do with it,” Anakin admits, feeling hopelessly juvenile. While his own dick twitches, Obi-Wan’s flicks around and squirms. Obi-Wan brings a hand to it, and the bulge wraps around it. Not the other way around.

“You could touch it, to start.” The teasing lilt of his tone has diminished but not disappeared entirely. “Don’t worry, dear. It won’t bite.”

Anakin grumbles but scoots closer to Obi-Wan, who leans back against the headboard of his bed, looking as comfortable as ever. Anakin brings a tentative hand, his flesh hand, to the writhing limb and jumps when it surges over to meet it. The tip twitches and worms its way between his fingers, curling around them, like it's trying to hold his hand. It’s not as firm as Anakin’s dick, there’s more give underneath the slimy skin, but it’s strong enough to spread and squeeze together Anakin’s fingers at will. He’s surprised by how much colder it is than he expected. Not freezing or unpleasant, but noticeably cooler than his skin. (He always loved how cool and comforting Obi-Wan always felt. There was nothing better than his Master laying a chilly hand on his forehead when he was feverish as a child or his refreshing embrace after a spar gone well.)

He lets out a giggle, silly and stupid, as he moves his hand in a mimicry of how he jerks off. The bulge moves with him, guiding him, keeping his attention solely on it to not let it slip from his grasp. Translucent blue fluid bleeds through the gaps in Anakin’s fingers and drips down his wrist until it splatters onto the thick towels that Obi-Wan laid out on top of his sheets.

“See,” Obi-Wan’s voice almost startles Anakin, so caught up was he. His voice has a breathy quality to it now, and when Anakin glances up at his face, he sees Obi-Wan’s half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. “Nothing to be worried about.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Anakin lies. He pouts when Obi-Wan snorts. “I wasn’t!”

“No, no, of course, you weren’t.” Before Anakin can argue some more, he presses on. “Did you prepare yourself like I told you?”

Anakin flushes a deeper pink. He nods softly. “Yes, Master.”

It was agonizing, trying to sneak away from his crew long enough to finger himself open (“At least three wide and as deep as you can reach.”) and put in the long, tapered plug that Obi-Wan shipped to him. (How he managed to sneak the package in with the regular shipment of rations, medical supplies, and parts, Anakin didn’t know.) For hours, Anakin had to walk, sit, and move through the Resolute, as if there wasn’t a silicon toy in his ass. He only found relief after Obi-Wan had let him to his room with a large hand resting on his lower back and when he excused himself to the washroom to freshen up. As soon as the plug was out, abandoned in the sink (Obi-Wan made him wear it, so he could clean it up.), Anakin missed the stretch and heft of it. Now, he understood why Obi-Wan insisted he wore it.

“Such a good boy,” Obi-Wan praises. Anakin smiles and his dick twitches, getting even harder. “What position do you want to start in?”

Anakin has imagined himself in so many of them with Obi-Wan but the twisting bulge in his hand, and the leaking slit that he can spy underneath, where it's coming out of, have wiped his mind blank.

“What’s easiest for your… uh… for you?”

Obi-Wan grins wolfishly. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about me, dear.” He leans over and presses a sweet kiss against Anakin’s open mouth. Anakin’s eyelids flutter and he presses closer, moaning lightly. Hunched over uncomfortably, hand around Obi-Wan’s dick and making out with him, Anakin would be happy even if they just spent the rest of the night like this. But Obi-Wan promised all sorts of strange and wonderful things and it seems like he’s intent on doing as many as he can.

“Why don’t you lay back and we can see how it goes from there,” Obi-Wan suggests as he pulls back. A spiderweb-thin string of spit hangs and stretches between them. Anakin can’t take his eyes off of it until it snaps and drips down his chin. It takes him a moment to register what Obi-Wan said but once he does he nods. It takes another moment to let go and pull his hand away from Obi-Wan’s bulge, reluctant as it is to lose Anakin’s pleasurable grasp.

On his back, Anakin realizes just how many towels Obi-Wan has layered onto the usually stiff beds that, even Jedi General, are given. It’s almost plush from all the layers. Anakin wonders whether Obi-Wan had to save up for all these towels, whether he had to consciously plan to use them for this evening, or whether they count as a species accommodation and were provided for him. Anakin hopes it is the latter - that all the bickering at the senate over military funding and taxes ended up funding the towels that Anakin is going to get fucked on. Even if it isn’t, he’s sure that Obi-Wan will get a kick out of it when he tells him what he’s thinking. It can wait until later, though.

Obi-Wan gets to his knees and hovers over Anakin, planting a hand next to his head and smiling down at him.

“Hi,” Anakin whispers and immediately feels silly for doing so. But Obi-Wan just smiles wider.

“Hello,” he replies. “Are you comfortable?”

Anakin nods.

“Alright. Tell me if you want me to stop.” Unlikely, Anakin thinks. He strains his neck to watch as Obi-Wan grabs his bulge, starting at the thick back and sliding his hand towards the tip, holding it steady as he shuffles closer to Anakin’s winking hole.

“Oh,” he gasps when he feels it stroke his hole. He spreads his legs wider, earning him another ‘good boy’ from Obi-Wan, as he presses his bulge into Anakin. At first, it doesn’t want to go in, too content mapping the rest of Anakin’s ass with its blue film. Then, it catches Anakin’s rim, feels how warm and wet and open Anakin is for it, and it starts squirming to get into it. The tip is so thin, only a little thicker than Anakin’s pinky, but it quickly grows in thickness. The cool, watery slick that it produces eases the slide-in.

Obi-Wan stops just shy of pressing all the way in, but Anakin already feels stretched so wide. Unlike his fingers or any toys he’s ever used, Obi-Wan’s bulge keeps moving even while his body is still, flailing and twisting deliciously inside him. Anakin lets out a breathy moan.

“You like that?” Obi-Wan asks, teasingly. Anakin nods. “I knew you would.”

“Shut up,” Anakin whines. Obi-Wan complies, but only because he decides to start thrusting, pulling his hips back until only the first few inches of him are left inside, and then all the way forward, each time getting closer to being fully sheathed in Anakin’s ass.

It’s embarrassing, how quickly Anakin loses the ability to control the words he says or how loudly he says them. How could he be expected to remain poised when Obi-Wan was reaching so deep inside that Anakin thought he always feel empty after tonight? His bulge kept brushing against his prostate and curling back on itself, stretching him even wider. Each motion makes Anakin’s legs shake. He reaches up with his mechohand to tug at Obi-Wan’s hair. His Master moans as he lets Anakin pull him down into a kiss, sloppy and uncoordinated, spit bubbling between the corners of their lips. With his free hand, Anakin reaches between their bodies - his warm and mostly hairless, Obi-Wan’s cool and hairy - and wraps his flesh hand, still sticky and slick from touching Obi-Wan’s bulge, around his dick. He moans just at the thought of using Obi-Wan’s precome as lube, much less the actual sensation of it.

Anakin’s moans and little screams of pleasure only increase as Obi-Wan gets rougher. Each thrust is accompanied by wet sounds, as Obi-Wan’s bulge leaks more fluid until it drips out of Anakin’s hole and down his ass when he’s not plugged full. When Obi-Wan finally presses all the way in Anakin’s hole is stretched wider than it’s ever been before. He feels breathless and Obi-Wan sounds breathless as he grinds against Anakin’s ass for a few seconds. The tip of Obi-Wan’s bulge seems to understand that Anakin is teetering on the edge and it presses and undulates against his prostate. It only takes a few more sloppy strokes of his cock and Obi-Wan pressing adoring kisses against his neck and Anakin is crooning as he comes.

He expects Obi-Wan to give him a moment to calm down. Instead, Obi-Wan groans as he watches Anakin come undone and, bizarrely, shuffles toward the edge of the bed, pulling Anakin along with him.

Anakin makes a noise of confusion as he’s dragged but Obi-Wan just shushes him by pressing two fingers into Anakin’s mouth for him to suck. It’s nearly automatic, the way Anakin wraps his lips and tongue around them. He isn’t happy that it’s being used as a silencing tactic but lets Obi-Wan maneuver him until his ass is hanging off the edge, supported by a now-standing Obi-Wan.

Anakin feels better about his comparatively shorter fuse when he realizes how erratic Obi-Wan’s movements have become. His hair is flustered to his face and his eyes glazed over, mouth slightly slack. Still tingly with pleasure, but no longer drowning in it, Anakin feels how wet his ass and the back of his thighs are now. Drops of blue liquid splash out with every thrust. It drips down Obi-Wan’s chest, some drops are even stuck in his beard.

As Obi-Wan’s moans get louder and his thrusts get sloppy, more slick spills out of his bulge. Anakin’s dick twitches and Anakin lazily jerks it. Obi-Wan hunches over Anakin again but now it seems more involuntary. He pants and curses.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Anakin, oh, I’m going to come.”

“Yeah?” Anakin whispers. “You gonna do it inside?”

“Really?” Obi-Wan asks. Inside, Anakin feels his bulge thrashing, pressing against Anakin’s soft and tender walls. He tries clenching around it and Obi-Wan makes the most delicious sounds. “Are you sure?”

Anakin thought he was the romantic, but Obi-Wan sees starstruck at the idea. He nods. “Yes, Master. Please come, I want to feel you.”

Obi-Wan has never agreed to anything Anakin’s said so fast before. The few sweet words are enough in his love-drunk state. A few more minutes of choppy thrusting, his bulge practically twisting itself in knots, and he’s coming, groaning lowly. Instantly, Anakin realizes why Obi-Wan seemed so surprised that he wanted him to come inside.

As Obi-Wan comes, more translucent slick oozes out of every pore of his bulge, even dripping out of his nook. Instead of the steady drip… drip… drip that had been leaking out of him before, now a veritable wave gushes out of Anakin every time either he or Obi-Wan moves. It splashes on the industrial tiled floor of the bedroom, splashing to cover Obi-Wan’s feet, legs, and the edges of the towels. Anakin, also, realizes why Obi-Wan moved them. Drains are in every room on the ship to make the olympian task of cleaning these flying war machines possible. Instead of having to replace an entire mattress, Obi-Wan and Anakin will only have to awkwardly smuggle a few mops into Obi-Wan's room to clean up.

For all the slick that leaks out, more of it stays plugged inside Anakin, as Obi-Wan continues fucking into him and his bulge writhes. Anakin groans in pleasure and pain, as his tummy begins to be pressed taut from all the liquid stuck inside. When Obi-Wan peels his eyes open from where they’ve fluttered shut, the sight of Anakin squirming, filled with come, makes him moan even louder, and another wave of slick pulses out.

It feels like forever and a day of being stretched and filled, but finally, Obi-Wan pulls out. He moves slowly, letting a steady stream of blue genetic material leak out until Anakin is a shaky, moaning mess. His hole twitches and flutters as Obi-Wan’s bulge finally slips out, less firm than it was before, but still moving autonomously. His legs are shaking and he needs Obi-Wan’s shuffle back onto the bed, a trail of blue leaking out of him, staining the towels with each movement.

He pants heavily but looks at Obi-Wan with wide pleading eyes until he crawls onto the bed and lays next to him. Against Anakin’s sweaty skin, his Master’s cool touch is a welcome respite.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin rasps, twisting until he can look Obi-Wan in the eye. He has so many things he wants to say. That was amazing. That was the weirdest fucking thing that I’ve ever done. I want to do it every night. I don’t want to leave you. Let me stay here forever. Instead, he swallows and asks, “How long until we can do that again?”

Obi-Wan barks out a laugh. He reaches for Anakin’s flesh hand, tacky with come, and holds it tenderly. “No need to rush. We have all night, love.”

Anakin wants to say That’s the problem, it’s only for the night. He wants to say I want to bottle this feeling so that I’ll always have it.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

Obi-Wan hums. “Give me until I can walk again and then let you swallow my bulge until you choke.”

Anakin swallows and licks his lip. “Okay,” he says. “Alright. Don’t take too long, then.”

Obi-Wan chuckles and looks at him lovingly. “I’ll do my best, Anakin.”

#bongrip writes #obikin fic #nooks and bulges #obikin #stewjoni biology #its been a hot min cuz i was busy and getting Diagnosed lmao but i posted 3 fics recently!!!#not gonna post the other stewjoni bio week fics here cuz they r.. more intense lol #stewjoni biology week

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