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shrenvents · 7 months

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My Bounty.

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal, unprotected sex, force play. Minors dni

Pairing: Clone Wars (single) Anakin Skywalker x Bounty Hunter reader

Summary: Anakin Skywalker goes above and beyond to make your life difficult, taking whatever he wants without explanation. So when reader confronts him, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Word count: 1.7k

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The meddling nature of the Jedi was nothing compared to the nature of Anakin Skywalker. His darkness seeps its way into everything. His dark robe, gloves, boots, curls, eyes. He was the darkness enveloping me in a dizzying spiral of hate and desire. And he did it again. He stole my bounty just so he could give me that dark look.

His gaze observes the way my fists clench and how I chew my bottom lip. A wicked smirk dances on his face as clones praise and pat him on the back. He knew exactly what he was doing, watching me with an intensity, that had me shaking.

Finally, Anakin’s eyes move away from my figure, beckoned by his Master. He stalks towards Obi-Wan Kenobi and his mocking facade breaks instantly. I nearly scream at the sight. What was he hoping to achieve? Stealing my potential profits is certainly an interesting pastime, not one you would expect from “the chosen one.”

I huff out my frustration, deflating my tense shoulders. With his back now turned, I relax. Pivoting on my heel, I hurry away from the scene. On to the next hunt, before Skywalker gets the chance to take it from me.

Frankly, I have no clue how it started, his fixation with making me miserable. I almost feel paranoid, as if I’m making up the whole debacle. But from the way he looks at me, unspeaking, I know this truly is my reality. Anakin Skywalker hates me.

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Now glaring at my reflection within the confines of my room, my restraint runs thin. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna confront him because that sort of thing always goes well.

I head out towards the Jedi temple where Skywalker is most likely training his Padawan. While marching over, I contemplate the arguments I will bring up when face-to-face with him. How I will look into those comet-like eyes and not get distracted by his plump lips.

Moral of the story, I’m going to put an end to this one-sided game we play.

Once my vision connects with his broad back, his name escapes me without hesitation, “Anakin.” Saying it takes me by surprise, seeing as though I’ve never said it before. But clearly, it shocks him more, as when he turns around, his eyes are vaguely wider than I’ve ever seen them. “Y/n,” he says back flatly, face becoming neutral. Now I’m really taken aback by the way my name rolls off his tongue. Quickly, I collect myself and remember my well-thought-out points.

“What are you doing?” And out the window they go.

Anakin quirks his head quizzically. His silent reply to my rather stupid question ticks me off further. I’m practically vibrating with rage. “That was my mark you stole today Skywalker, you realize that?”

As if he’s finally understood my inarticulate speech, his lips part dumbly in “awe.” There he goes pushing my buttons, silently watching me unravel. “You think I wouldn’t notice?“ My face flushes red as I elaborate. “All the crooks you’ve miraculously caught are always the bounty that I’m after.”

There's a beat of silence where he inspects the way my chest heaves in exasperation. Then he speaks. “About time you did.” He states matter-of-factly. My jaw drops. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’ve been waiting for you to notice,” he remarks with a bored look.

“Notice what?” I spit out, scowling at him.

“Me,” he finishes plainly. Silence engulfs us again and I take note of how close we’ve become. “Why would you want that?” I question, utterly perplexed.

“What do you mean?” Anakin’s brows furrow.

“I mean you’ve never spoken to me before.”

“Neither have you.” He counters. My fists tremble.

“Why then? Why do you need me to notice you?” I demand.

“What other reason can there be?” He grumbles while giving me a once-over, and then something clicks. My face falls.

“Those looks you give me-”

“Say just how much I want you, more than words ever could.” He ends my sentence, his face remaining stoic. My heart hammers wildly. I suspect he’s now waiting for me to make a move, to say anything, maybe even reject him. Instead, I hastily circle my head around, surveilling for bystanders before frantically grasping at his robe and pushing him into a nearby room. His facade flatters once again and I see puzzlement consume his face.

After I awkwardly turn the door knob and take us into the empty room, I shove him away. Anakin staggers back, looking completely disoriented, almost regretful. “Y/n?” He trails off. My anger is radiating off my body, and I know he can feel it.

“You should’ve said something,” I assert, seething.

“I’m-“ Anakin is abruptly cut off by my lips smashing against his. With my arms reaching around his neck, I can feel his body freeze. After a short moment, I start to peel away, dejected by his stillness. But Anakin instantly chases after me, no longer shying away.

He gropes my waist, and one arm pulls around it, while the other slides up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades. A moan evades my throat and is met with a deep groan.

His palms carve out my figure and fist at my clothes. Whines rush out my mouth as his tongue mingles with mine. He vigorously makes work of me, and I have to pull away. Though his lips instinctively follow me, I’m out of reach, so he settles for my neck. Sucking fervently, one may fear the spots he’s making, but in this moment, truthfully, I couldn't care less.

“Ani,” I whimper, and he growls against my nape in response. “Fuck, I need you,” I whisper. I feel his movements lurch and he mumbles something, but I can't seem to hear it over my haggard breathing.

He tears himself away from my neck, still keeping my body pressed against his. He then shifts his gaze around the room. “There’s no furniture here, I’ll just have to fuck you standing.” An audible gasp flees my mouth as Anakin slings my body around his torso, legs straddling his hips. His hands clench around my thighs as he hoists me up, securing me in place.

Fortunately, the short gown I threw on this morning made it easy for Anakin's crotch to caress my core through his pants. I push down on him and he groans at our proximity. "I was wondering when you would snap," Anakin mutters into my ear as his grip tightens. I whimper. "Screw you."

"Be patient. You will." He soothes. Digging my front teeth into my bottom lip, I drop my forehead to his shoulder as our lower halves grind against one another.

The sounds of our moans crowd the room and I can't take it anymore. "Kriff patience, I'm done waiting, General," I command in the most sensual voice I can muster. Evidently, my attempt to provoke him works because one of his hands leaves my thigh and clutches my hair in a fist, tugging my head back so his lips can crash into mine again. His other hand shifts down to his slacks. His breath hitches when he releases his cock, and so does mine when it springs up to my clothed clit. "Oh maker," I just about scream, head falling back.

His hands make quick work moving my underwear aside, and his member brushes against my folds. I shudder and screw my eyelids shut. I feel Anakin's gaze fixate on me. "Look at me." Hearing his order, I immediately obey.

Eyes fluttering open, I look into his lust-filled ones. Getting flustered by their heat, I squirm. "Y/n." He hushes, breath blowing across my face. Glancing at his features briefly, I nod, communicating what we both desperately need.

We both hold our breaths as he brings me down on his length in a slow glide. His cock pierces my entrance, and I clamp down on my incoming yelp. He was big. I hear him distractedly repeat my name, face buried in my collar. My eyes look to the ceiling in prayer.

His movements dissipate midway, and I feel his stomach clench. "You take me so well." He mumbles almost to himself. All I can do is bob my head in response. In this short pause, the pain disperses and all I feel is him - pleasure, darkness. His arms snake around my waist while mine harden around his nape.

Suddenly, he plunges into me, filling me up completely. My cry echoes throughout the room and I instantly sink my teeth into the cartilage of his ear. The growl that leaves him is next to primal. His rhythmic pounding begins to pick up speed, and I can barely keep up with each stroke. "Kiss me," he stammers out. Reeling back, I lock eyes with him before diving my tongue into his mouth.

His hips snap into my own, over and over. His stomach clenches once more and he pants into my mouth, "I'm close." Though I feel incredible, I'm not quite close to my limit, and he senses it.

One of his palms unravels from my body, steadily hovering over my center. Thinking he's going to touch me, I arch my back away from his embrace to allow space for his digits to meet my slit. But, as I wait, an unexpected pressure attacks my core. I gasp away from his lips and I peer down, leaning my forehead on his.

His hand isn't physically touching me, yet I feel as though I'm close to climaxing. Bewildered, I shoot my eyes from his floating hand to his lewd expression. His grin is strangely smug as he watches me. Then it registers: he's using the force to make me cum. Completely stunned, I simply bore my eyes into him, mouth agape.

Our orgasms come at once and wash over us at his charge. He puffs out a loud sigh of relief and continues to hold me, pumping slower than before, til the action ceases.

"Maker," I huff, "Next time, just use your words, and I'm yours." A smile forms on his face. He sheepishly nods, "Next time."

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tljisthegoat · 7 months

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The cruel irony of Disney, a company that used to be known for Happily Ever Afters & overall wholesome family-friendly shows/movies, absolutely butchered & disrespected Reylo's story just boggles my mind. They really looked at what Rian Johnson did with TLJ & and said, "Let's ruin EVERYTHING" just because the internet had the equivalent of a temper tantrum mixed with a mental breakdown over Luke not being this perfect Jedi that he was in the Old Canon/Legends continuity.

They must've mentally blocked out all of Yoda's warnings to Luke about the consequences of using the dark side.

Like when he flat out told Luke & us as the audience that if Luke used the dark side, it would start him down the dark path. Forever will it dominate your destiny. Consume you it will. As it did Obi-Wan's apprentice. This proved to be true when Luke's use of the dark side allowed him to overcome & defeat Vader. But at the cost of changing his destiny. This is further explored in TLJ when Luke tries to kill Ben in order to stop him from becoming Kylo Ren in the future.

Sooo we're just gonna ignore that the biggest difference between Darth Vader and Kylo Ren is what Luke sensed in them? People lack critical thinking & literary analysis skills, and it shows.

Luke to Darth Vader - "I've accepted you were once Anakin Skywalker, my father. It is the name of your true self. You've only forgotten. I know there is good in you. The emperor hasn't driven it from you fully. That was why you couldn't destroy me. That's why you won't bring me to your emperor now."

Luke continues on. "Come with me."

Luke walks toward Vader, his eyes hopeful and determined. "Search your feelings father, you can't do this. I feel the conflict within you let go of your hate."

Vader responds with such overwhelming sadness, "It is too late for me, son..."

Luke: "Then my father is truly dead."

Luke: "Your thoughts betray you, father. I sense the good in you. The conflict"

Vader: "There is no conflict."

Yet, when he looks into Ben's mind, he sees darkness. He's an unreliable narrator as well to Rey, who has to force the truth of what happened to Ben out of him.

Luke: "I saw darkness. I sensed it building him in moments during his training. But then I looked inside, and it was beyond what I ever imagined. Snoke had already turned his heart. He would bring destruction and pain and death and the end of everything I love because of what he will become. And in the briefest moment of pure instinct, I thought I could stop it. It passed like a fleeting shadow. And I was left with shame and consequence. And the last thing I saw was the eyes of a frightened boy whose master had failed him."

Rey believes in Ben being their last hope, and she was right in the end. She was also right to tell Luke that his fatal mistake was believing Ben's choice was made already. It wasn't.

Rey & Ben found belonging in one another in TLJ and had that story been given a proper conclusion with lots of kisses, sex and all that good stuff, then we would've had a future that truly lives forever instead of one that's a pathetic shell of what it could've been.

#reylo #tlj is an underappreciated gem #anti disney #im tired of having everything i cherish taken from me #disney made the sequel trilogy a tragedy and i fucking hate it #anti tros #fuck all the people who never gave tlj a chanc #fuck modern disney #reylo deserved better #star wars deserves better than disney

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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Okay omg- I read your fic "Had you said the words" and first of all, I'm so in love with it, it was an emotional rollercoaster, you went from this sweet story and conflict between them to this masterpiece of spice. The fucking talent!

It gave me the idea of Obi Wan wanting to explore, he lays in your bed with you and his hands are exploring your body gently and it's so good, your legs are still shaking, but he can't get enough. He's half hard again and he could go again "This wasn't it, right?" he asked and you smiled, not expecting him to be this needy.

"No, but there's a risk if we go further." you'd say and he would listen, he'd be a bit upset but understand if you wouldn't go further, until he sees you pull something out of your drawer. You had kept a few condoms just in case you'd be interested in seeing someone, sex wasn't forbidden after all, only the attachment which came with it sometimes.

Anyways, Obi Wan would go crazy when he would safely slip inside of you, it would drain every bit of energy he would have left when he feels the pressure and slips into you. Maker, he would see stars in front of his eyes, the very stars he came from and he would be so loud and almost rip your sheets apart. Every second spent like this felt like hours to him. For you it would be like your first time again since you had spent so many years of not having seen someone because you were loyal to Obi Wan.

Btw, the stamina he would have? Prepare for a few rounds and think of an explanation for Anakin why you have these weird bruises on your neck.

okay i left this for a bit bc i want to answer in DEPTH. oh my god

okay first thank you so much. GOD i love that fic it has a special place in my heart— it was my first obi fic and i literally had it sitting in my drafts for ages bc i hated it and now i love it HAHAHA

obi-wan in private is literally a 360 from who he is in front of everyone else— he is like a teenager. ready to go anywhere and everywhere, all the time once he gets a taste. it’s like addictive for him i hnggnngngngng okay i’m losing my mind

obi-wan would b the fucking safe sex advocate of the YEAR. the type to always ask, always check, he’s methodical like that. but also so fucking spontaneous he’s taken to just keeping condoms stuffed in random places everywhere ‘just to be safe’

‘yeah but we could just wait till we got back’

‘yes, but what if we can’t wait? i’d hate to leave you out to dry, love’ LIKE PSLSSSSSSSSS he’s just got ‘em shoved in his robe in secret pockets. i feel like he has a lot of those.

and yup. stamina. after the first few times— bc let’s face it, he’s so lost in the feeling he’s never had, the first few times he’s hardly in control of his own body, but after he can focus a lil more. oh m ygod. hours. there i SAID it. mans is a planner— METHODICAL in breaking you apart in the best way possible.

and that last line. obi wan and choking. i am a puddle on the floor.

thanku for this. i am dying.

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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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Star Wars AU #20: MacenJar AU

Inspired by this meme and with permission from @simpskywalker

This au is dedicated to everyone who told me that this concept ‘gave them a headache’ or ‘psychic damage’. Especially that special someone who begged me to ‘please stop’ because ‘i hate this, i hate this so much’ and told me ‘please don’t say more words about this.’

Crack Lies Ahead, enough to consume a man. I have spoken.

“Ani. Ani. Anakin Skywalker.”

“Hmm?” The dulcet sounds of Padme calling his name dragged Anakin from sleep against his will.

“Anakin, you have to get up.”

He groaned, rolling over. “...here’s my face...I’ll...be awake in a second...just sit down...I’m awake...”

“No, Anakin you have to leave, remember. You have a 5 AM take-off scheduled, and you made me promise I would get you up early this time, come on.”

She cruelly yanked the covers away. He gasped in betrayal.

“My own wife...how could you.”

“Anakin if you’re not out of bed in the next 30 seconds the next time you beg to stay the night because ‘you can get up early, you swear’ I am kicking you out before anyone sits anywhere near anyone’s face, do you understand.”

He sat bolt upright and stumbled out of bed. “Ok, Ok, I’m up I- Padme!”

“Yes?” She asked sweetly, brushing her hair at the vanity.

“It’s 3 AM!”

“Yes I know, you were going to stop at that bakery I recommended, remember?”

“You woke me up an hour and half early so I could stop at a bakery,” he asked, disbelieving.

“Yes, Anakin, it was your idea. It was going to be your cover, in case anyone wondered what you were doing in the building.”

“That is-” before he could call it the stupidest idea he had ever heard, the memory of promising Padme that staying the night was a good idea because it would facilitate his cunning ruse (he was distracted, ok? Padme was wearing a lot of layers) came rushing back.

“-right,” he finished lamely.

Padme just hummed and began braiding in her cosmetic forcefields.

Anakin managed to stretch, complete his morning refresher run, and arrange his robes in a suitably decorous fashion by the time Padme had established the base layer of her hairstyle for the day.

A quick kiss- no goodbye, it hurt too much to say goodbyes in war - and Anakin was out the door.

He idly scratched his chin, vacantly looking out the lift and vaguely considering growing a beard. The pre-dawn view was quickly replaced by metal walls as the ride dropped below the skyline.

The transparisteel pod began to slow scarcely one third of the way down. Anakin suppressed a groan and tried to arrange his expression in Jedi-stoic manner, hoping that whoever got in the lift with him would be too intimidated by seeing a Jedi close-up to think about what they were doing in a Senatorial Apartment building at 3:15 in the morning. If they ask, I’m visiting the famous Bebbisun Bakery. Bennison? BELLASAN. I’m visiting the Bellasan Bakery.

Actually, anyone getting into the elevator this early was probably also doing the walk of shame so it’s probably fi-KRIFFING SITH SPIT THAT’S

“Master Windu!” Anakin cleared his throat, trying to lower his voice an octave. “Good- Good Morning!”

Windu’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. “Ah. Knight Skywalker. Good morning to you as well,” he replied, stepping in the elevator, doors closing behind.

The lift descended as Anakin’s heart rate skyrocketed. This was it. Windu had to be here for Anakin. What other possible explanation could there be? WHY WASN’T HE SAYING ANYTHING?

Wait.

What other possible explanation...could...why wasn’t he saying ANYTHING?

Anakin scrutinized Master Windu out of the corner of his eye. Were those...the same robes he was wearing yesterday? They looked like the same robes but then again...pretty much all robes looked the same so this was probably a stupid way to figure things out. Fuck, it was too early for this.

Unsurprisingly, he couldn’t get a sense of the Master’s surface emotions. But his underlying aura seemed...happy? Typically Windu's serene presence had a tinge of righteous fury (something that had frightened him back when he was a child). But now that ever present vaapad edge was... softened? Anakin wracked his tired brain for a more reasonable explanation than- than the obvious but obviously impossible. He had to projecting. Right? Then again...couplings weren’t forbidden (even if Anakin couldn’t quite understand how people enjoyed just- having sex without any attachment).

The corners of Anakin’s lips twitched. The Master of the Order. Getting laid. Master Windu. In the Senatorial apartments. Mace Windu. What level had he gotten on? Above aides...diplomats probably. Should he ask? Force, this was too good- he couldn’t not ask.

Windu stared at him cooly and the knight instantly sobered. What was he thinking? Windu was obviously trying to trick him! If he said anything, Windu would turn it against him! Well, he wouldn’t be fooled so easily. Anakin spent the next several levels of descent staring forward, determined not to be the one to break the silence.

He was so focused that he didn’t notice the lift slowing prematurely again until the doors opened; an elderly Rodian hobbled in. The two Jedi moved even further apart to allow the man some space. The lift closed and newcomer glanced at the humans curiously.

“Aren’t you Jedi? What are two Jedi doing here so early?”

“Bakery,” Mace and Anakin responded in unison, heads snapping to stare at the other in surprise.

The Rodian chuckled. “Oh, that Bellasan place, right?”

“Yes,” Windu replied smoothly. “They have a famously unique caf blend.”

“And you can’t get Sweesonberry rolls anywhere else,” Anakin added quickly, not letting the opportunity to firm up his cover go to waste.

“You mammals and your carbohydrates,” The elderly reptilian clucked, bemused.

Knight Skywalker and Master Windu exchanged wary looks. The door pinged open on level 4848.

“Enjoy!” the overly entertained Rodian called out as they stepped out from the closing doors.

Anakin cleared his throat. “After you, Master Windu,” he said politely. CHECKMATE FUCKER.

But Windu just nodded serenely, striding confidently ahead, past the checkpoints and into the attached upper-crust market. After a very short walk, Anakin found himself in line behind Mace Windu at a pastry shop in the basement of his wife’s apartment building.

Anakin blearily thought that sentence through again, then subtly pinched the inside of his arm.

Nope, he was awake.

Every second that passed Anakin had to fight the steadily increasing urge to blurt out something stupid, and possibly incriminating, if not both. Just say something bland! Nothing about why they’re both here so early. Nothing about coming here before. Something casual.

“Smells good,” Anakin said.

Nailed it!

“Indeed,” Mace replied.

I’m a genius! He actually thinks I’m here for the bakery! He’s never going to suspect a thing! He was probably here for some boring pre-dawn meeting, and now I’ve got the perfect excuse to come visit Padme whenever! I can probably start sneaking off more often, I’ve just got to remember to bring back a pasty or something. And he can’t even say shit about un-Jedi like consumption!

“Skywalker-”

Oh no. Please be about the bakery. Pleasebeaboutthe

“Believe me when I tell you that I’d rather not ask-”

Oh NO. THIS ISN’T GOING TO BE ABOUT THE BAKERY. I’M AN IDIOT.

“-But did you fly here in a temple speeder?”

Cold sweat started to trickle down Anakin’s back as they shuffled forward automatically in the surprisingly long queue. Guess that’s why Padme woke me up so early.

“Knight Skywalker? Did you hear me?”

“Yes, Master Windu, sorry- I was, uh, distracted by the specials board. I, um, have my own hoverbike. Built it myself. No temple resources involved.”

“Sounds...distinctive.” Windu’s tone seemed neutral, but the way he pinched the bridge of his nose was obviously irritated. They stepped forward again. Why are so many people at this bakery so early? Guess we’re far enough down that day/night cycles don’t matter so much. Oh kriff, he’s massaging his temples now. Why is he mad about the bike? Is he going to ask where I landed it? Fuck.

Anakin swallowed the lump in his throat. “I- I thought it would be better to take personal property. Since this isn’t exactly order business.”

“That’s very responsible of you. Such...separation of personal from professional is an important skill for a Jedi.”

The trickle of sweat down his spine increased. The Chosen One discretely wiped his sweaty palms on the inside of his sleeves and prayed that his outer robe was hiding any growing pit stains.

Are we...actually talking about this? Is he going to admit to having an affair? Is he going to tell me to keep this quiet? I CAN BARELY KEEP MY OWN RELATIONSHIP SECRET! Does he know about Padme? Does he know we’re married? Is this conversation still about the bakery visit? Is HE married?

“However...such a vehicle might not be the most discrete. And discretion is also an important skill.”

Is he giving me permission to use the temple landspeeders to visit padme? Is he telling me to take the bus? WAIT! IS THIS A METAPHOR? Is he telling me to come here less? Is this still about the bakery? Did I actually check that I wasn’t still asleep or did I just dream that I checked?

“Do you understand, Knight Skywalker”

“I- uhh. I mean- well, ummm- OH look, it’s your turn to order!”

Master Windu stepped up to the counter.

“Hello, again! Same as last time?”

OH FORCE GODS HE’S A REGULAR. THIS IS IT. I’M NEVER GOING TO GET TO SEE OBI-WAN OR ASHOKA AGAIN AND PADME’S CAREER IS GOING TO BE RUINED AND

“The same blend please, but please add on one of your Sweesonberry rolls- a friend recommended them.”

...Did Mace Windu just call me his friend?

“Excellent choice! Your friend has good taste!”

Mace Windu stepped to the side and Anakin Skywalker stepped up. “...I’ll have what he had.”

A minute or two later, they were walking back to the lift, matching disposamugs and flimsibags in hand.

To try and delay the inevitable, the pale and now very sweaty young Jedi took a sip of caf. He raised both brows involuntary. “This is...really good. Holy kriff. I don’t usually drink caf for the flavor but...wow.”

“Worth the trip?” Windu asked. Anakin choked a little but successfully managed to swallow. He took another sip to avoid answering.

Windu took a bite of his roll, making a small noise of appreciation, “The pastry is also excellent. I don’t have much of a sweet tooth but this is remarkably smooth...I can’t say I’ve ever had anything quite like it.”

“Floral, right?” Anakin said, grinning into his cup.

“Yes, that’s a good description.” Ha! I told Padme I was paying attention.

They drank companionably as the lift indicator dinged closer.

“Skywalker...you’re parked on 4970, right?”

The knight nodded, too afraid to speak. The force seemed to swirl at the precipice of something.

The Master sighed. “Look- I’ve got an unregistered van- this one time only, stow the speeder, and I’ll give you a ride back. If you’re visiting the bakery in the future- please take something with a closed cab. Last thing we need is the tabloids wondering where you’re going...”

Anakin nodded again, more eagerly again. He was practically being given permission to visit Padme! That was totally worth an excruciatingly awkward flight back to the temple! He just had to chew slowly so he couldn’t blurt out anything marriage related! He was a genius!

The lift opened.

“Jar-Jar!” Anakin said, surprised and pleased. “Wow, are you also here for the bakery? This place really is popular!”

“Ani! Little Ani! Wassa you doin here?” Jar-Jar looked around wildly, then stumbled out, foot catching at the gap. Windu darted forward and effortlessly saved the Gungan before he hit the floor, while Anakin stuck his arm forward to catch the closing door.

“Bakery, Jar Jar!” he said as he stepped inside. “I’d love to talk, but we’ve actually got to get back to the temple!”

Windu struggled to untangle himself from Jar-Jar, who was being particularly unhelpful about it, even for him. Wow he’s even clingier than usual this early in the morning. It’s nice how patient Master Windu is being; I feel like even Obi-Wan can be too hard on Jar-Jar sometimes.

“Actually Skywalker, why don’t you go on ahead and stow the bike- I just remembered I meant to pick something up for Council; I won’t take long.”

“Uh. Alright,” Anakin said, catching the keys. I guess I can’t really be late if I arrive with Master Windu.

“Ossa no!” Jar-Jar exclaimed sadly. “I was justa saying to Macey lassa night thatsa I missed talkin wit little Ani!”

Anakin smiled reassuringly as the lift began to close. “Don’t worry Jar-Jar! We’ll- catch uh-HOLD ON did you say LAST NIGHT?!”

Mace’s eyes closed in resignation as the door shut on the pair, Jar-Jar still tangled around the Jedi.

AND MACE WASN’T EVEN TRYING TO PUT HIM BACK UPRIGHT ANYMORE HOLY KRIFF JUST PUT THAT TOGETHER.

Anakin stared blankly at the metal walls as they rushed past. The lone Jedi Knight took a long sip of caff, then carefully placed the pastry bag and drink on the floor. He systematically wadded up the sleeve of his robe and shoved in his mouth. He then spent the next few minutes squealing with unholy glee while literally bouncing off the walls in a manner only accessible to a force sensitive in an elevator. He was still panting slightly when the lift opened on the primary parking level.

We can double date! Padme and I can host! I can help Mace and Jar-Jar plan their wedding! We can reform the order to allow for romantic love! I can be Jar-Jar’s best man! Padme and I can have another ceremony and Obi-Wan can give me away while Mace officiates and and then we’ll all have sweesonbury cake and Jar-Jar can help teach our kids how to swim!

With those dreamy thoughts running through his mind, it was child’s work to follow the the force to the unremarkable hovervan. He was humming to himself when Master Windu opened the door.

He beamed at the older Jedi. Windu scowled in reply. Anakin smiled wider, unintimidated. He genuinely liked the Gungan, but anyone who could spend hours with Jar-Jar had to have a soft side.

“You know, Jar-Jar is a long time friend of Senator-”

“No.” Windu cut the eager words brusquely.

Anakin shrank back, a little hurt.

(Maybe a lot hurt.)

Mace glanced over at the obviously crestfallen young General and sighed before amending his words.

“Not- Not right now, alright? Maybe if you’re miraculously more discrete about this than you are about your affection for Senator Amidala, then we can talk, understood?”

Anakin nodded with absolute determination, glimmering images of fairytale weddings visible once more. Distant, perhaps- but the chance was worth any amount of tongue biting. Now that there was a real, possible future where he could have it all, now that he knew Windu had a heart somewhere under his robes- he could be patient.

He could be very patient.

Anakin calmed his grin down to a smaller, more Jedi-like smile, taking a sip of the cool but still really good caf. He channeled Obi-Wan’s most neutral diplomatic grace.

“Thank you for the ride, Master Windu. I appreciate it.”

Windu gave him an approving glance. “You’re more than welcome, Knight Skywalker.”

Feeling bold, he continued on with his best non-mocking impression of Obi-Wan.

"Have you had a chance to read the latest report on helmet redesigns? I think they might really improve peripheral vision without compromising concussive resistance.”

Mace hummed thoughtfully. “I have. I’m somewhat concerned about deploying such a radical change mid-campaign. Even better gear requires an adjustment period, and I’d rather minimize needless deaths while the troops readjust to hud flow.”

“Yes, that’s a reasonable concern, I was talking to Captain Rex-”

They spent the remainder of the flight chatting comfortably about troop safety and absentmindedly eating (or possibly stress eating in response to the prolonged absence of interpersonal conflict) the box of pastries Mace had picked up. When they arrived at the temple, they divvied up the remainder between them, quietly agreeing that there weren’t enough to share anyway.

They continued their conversation, Master Windu accompanying him to the orbital loading bay.

Obi-Wan rushed over in alarm at the sight of them approaching. “Anakin, there you are- I was starting to wonder if you’d make it. Terribly sorry Master Windu- I hope he wasn’t too much of a bother-”

“He’s not your padawan anymore, you don’t have to apologize for him. Though I do appreciate the reflex.”

“I suppose the concern isn’t completely baseless.” Anakin said, tone deliberately mildly. Mace chuckled slightly and Obi-Wan took a step back, slightly frightened by the sudden camaraderie. Anakin pretended to take a sip from his now empty disposamug to avoid fist pumping the air or cheering.

“I- Yes well- the important thing is you’re here in time for departure. What- what is that in the bag.”

Moment of Truth. Don’t freak out. Focus. Prove you can be discrete, THEN double dates, THEN Jedi Wedding Ceremony.

“Sweesonbury Roll,” Anakin answered placidly. He pretended to take another sip of caf. “Master Windu was kind enough to give me a ride from the bakery.”

“That’s- I’m sorry, what?” Anakin bit the inside of cheek to keep himself from reacting to Obi-Wan’s palpable bewilderment.

“I had to double back and get more, but we came straight here after,” Mace added helpfully, with zero hint of intentional mischief. “Oh and Skywalker- you can call me Mace if we’re not discussing temple business.”

Anakin SCREAMED (internally, of course). Outwardly, he simply bowed politely. “And you’re welcome to call me Anakin, of course.”

He deliberately avoided looking directly at Obi-Wan, his former Master’s bug-eyed reaction already pushing him to the edge, even just visible as it was out of the corner of his eye.

Windu nodded in return. “Safe travels you two. May the force with you.”

“And with you.” Anakin replied.

“May the force be with you,” Obi-Wan rushed to say, after a short delay.

Master Windu turned and exited the cargo bay doors. Anakin threw out the mug in a nearby bin, pulling out a roll and biting into it before turning to face Obi-Wan. They made eye-contact, each waiting for the other to break first. Usually that would be Anakin, but he had goals now. The Knight chewed. His Master’s eyes narrowed. The older man (who may have aged significantly in the last 5 minutes) finally broke.

“Who are you?”

Anakin just sighed, maintaining the Kenobi impression. “Come on Master, we don’t want to keep the troops waiting.” With that, he walked forward, hiding his smile as Obi-Wan followed closely at his heels.

“Since when does my apprentice visit bakeries with Mace Windu?” Obi-Wan asked, almost desperately.

“You’re making it sound like a bigger deal than it is.”

Master Kenobi sputtered as the pair opened the airlock for the short-range shuttle.

Anakin mustered up an earnest smile. “Master? Would you mind flying- I’m still eating and-”

Obi-Wan made an incoherent noise of horrified outrage before fumbling for his communicator.

“What are you doing?”

“NOTHING IS MAKING SENSE RIGHT NOW. EITHER YOU AND MACE NEED TO GO TO THE HEALING HALLS OR I DO!”

Anakin burst out laughing. “Relax Obi-Wan, I’m messing with you, holy shit. Obviously I’m flying.”

Obi-Wan slumped into the co-pilot seat, rubbing at his eyes. “Don’t do that Anakin! My nerves are stretched thin enough by the war as it is-”

“Sorry, Sorry!”

They strapped in and took off, Anakin still chuckling occasionally, Obi-Wan scowling in irritation each time.

They ascended above the towering skyline alongside the first rays of sunlight.

“So you didn’t go to a bakery with Master Windu this morning?”

“Uhh-”

#star wars #my au #macenjar au #star wars au no 20 #crack treated seriously #mace windu #macenjar #ok i KNOW this is crack but i actually worked really hard on it and im very proud #so i would appreciate if you gave it a chance before forming judgements #NOTHING GRAPHIC OH MY GOD #star wars au #crack #crackship #anakin and padme wake up in bed together and have a married couple anidala conversation and then its PG after that i SWEAR #G RATED EVEN #Mace Windu and Anakin Skywalker #becoming friends is my comfort trope ok

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funkwhistle · 3 years

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May the fourth be with you

Pairing: Obi Wan x GN!Reader

Warnings: Smut - but nothing that interesting. Maybe a little of getting caught in the act, a little angst maybe

Notes: Goddamed Rat getting me back into writing Star Wars i stg. this was meant for May 4th but i had exams and life so it's here now. (and this is my 400th post :))

“May the force be with you,” — his parting words and likely the last thing you'd ever hear him say. He'd been away for months now, completing his training of Anakin and probably doing something unnecessarily heroic. At least it would be something to tell the hypothetical grandkids, if he stayed alive long enough that is.

You thought about him almost more than you'd care to admit, and it wasn't like you'd be able to see him as soon as he came back either; the Jedi had forbidden any form of romantic relationship with it's trainees. Not that what you had with him could be considered romantic, hurried sex in the back of his ship or a stolen kiss in a dark hallway. That was one thing he was clear on; neither of you could form any sort of attachment.

For nearly the whole day you'd been sat there, watching as the sky went from a pale blue to a dark red as the evening bled through the city. And now the evening wind had picked up, biting a chill into your skin as your team awaited the promised return of Obi Wan's ship. You worked in ship maintenance, from making sure he had his favourite droid to ensuring the engine ran smoothly. Beside you, your team were shivering, pulling their fleeces tighter around their bodies and huddling close in an effort to protect each other from the weather.

Eventually, just as you were considering turning in for the night, a familiar ship returned to the landing bay, more battered than the last time you'd seen it, but still had the discernable red stripes on it. Blocking your face as the ship landed, you rushed forward to secure it to the ground and to grab a ladder, so he could get down. You were finally warming up a little, the warm fumes from the engine acting as a very effective heating system.

While you were scanning the ship for any major damage (surprisingly, there was very little) Obi Wan had climbed down and was making his way into the temple, without so much as a backwards glance at you. For a moment, a flash of hurt ran through you, which was furthered when he gladly spoke to some of your team on the way inside. You were unaccustomed to the feeling, but you knew it well enough, the pang of jealousy you weren't allowed to feel towards that man.

You didn't see him again for a few days, as usual on his return, he'd be briefing the council, teaching classes and attending senate meetings. While neither of you spoke to each other properly about your work, you could feel his stress after one of the meetings — his growing mistrust of the senate was ageing him faster than he'd like it to. And you were busy too, running diagnostics on the ship and fixing the broken metalwork, although there was minimal work required.

But this was where he found you, in the vehicle hangar, having dismissed your team for the weekend. As usual, you were noting anything which needed ordering in and totalling the costs for the past week; an exciting job of course. However, unlike usual, Obi Wan came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a hesitant kiss on your neck. The pair of you never did anything like this, preferring to keep anything between you two to the privacy of your room or the back of his ship.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, although not moving from his embrace, relaxing slightly into him.

“Mmhhmmm,” he hummed, not giving you an answer, preferring to kiss up your neck to your ear.

“Ben-”

“—yes?” he sounded almost weary, like his travels had taken a toll on him. Moving out of his grasp, you spun, so he was facing you, and you were met with his blue eyes staring at you, looking almost duller than the last time you'd seen him.

You just stared at him for a moment, taking him in, relishing in the comfort he provided you. Of course, he was still in his Jedi robes, and his hair was longer than the last time you'd seen him. His smile, however, was the same, and you couldn't keep yourself from doing it any longer, moving to lightly brush your lips on his.

As soon as your lips came in contact with his he moved, pulling you with desperation, so you were pushed against him and deepening the kiss. Sighing a little, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, toying with his hair and the plait he wore in it. You hated his current haircut, (not that you'd tell him) but also God, it was so good to run your hands through. And he seemed to like what you were doing, judging by his urgent kisses.

Your lips disconnected for a second to allow him to glance at you, hands feeling their way down your back to the hem of your shirt and pulling it a little.

“This alright?” he asked, teasing his fingers over your lower back, giving you the shivers. Nodding, you jerked your head to a ship behind you, and he fortunately picked up the hint; pulling you, so he could pick you up and carrying you to privacy. While he was lifting you, you peppered kisses and bites over his neck and shoulder, all able to be covered up though — you didn't need Yoda knowing about your sex life.

You were shoved against a wall as Ben's lips bruised onto yours again, yanking your shirt higher and higher until he could remove it entirely. Neither of you had the time to bask in the presence of the other now, fingers fumbling with the clasps on his robes as his shimmied your pants down your legs. The aching desperation between your legs was making itself more evident now, the fantasies you'd concocted over his time away filling your head. He was obviously listening to your thoughts, as he coked his head and grinned a little as he shrugged his clothes off.

Of course, he was hard already, that man was possibly the horniest one you'd ever met, and yet also the one you'd expect the least. Maybe it was all those years of celibacy. You didn't have time to think about this as he was lining his tip up with you, preparing to slide in as he glanced at you for conformation. With a small nod, he entered you, quietening any noise you would've made with his lips.

Even though you both had to rush, he took his time building up speed, his hands finding your shoulders, your hair, anything he could hold. Not that you were complaining either, tangling your hands in the hair at the base of his neck to pull him closer as if he could escape if you didn't hold each other.

The tentative pace did not last long however, as he began to jerk swiftly into you as you wrapped your legs around him to hold him deeper in you. The sound of skin on skin and panting filled the surrounding air, mingled with small grunts from him at the feeling of you digging your nails into his back. It had been a long time since he’d fucked you, and an even longer time since he’d fucked you like this; sharp erratic thrusts which made you almost squeal, if there wasn't a risk of being caught.

Embarrassingly, you felt your stomach coil after only a little while, all this time alone had made it very easy to spiral to bliss. You were about to tell him, but, as if he already knew, his hand went to encourage you closer to your edge. Throwing your head back, you focussed on the feeling of his hand and him inside you, making the top of your head prickle as you felt your orgasm rush over you like cold water. Obi wan was still pounding into you, but his thrusts were shaky, and a moment later he'd pulled out of you and spilled himself over your stomach with a satisfied groan.

The both of you remained there, in a haze, for a while, sharing gentle kisses between each other and cleaning you up. After rummaging in his robes, he pulled a small cloth out from one pocket and cleaned you as gently as he could.

“Were you planning this then?” you said teasingly, nodding at the cloth. Ben just cocked his eyebrow, smirking a little as he continued his meticulous work on you. Once he was done, he moved to place a final kiss on your forehead before helping you stand (your legs still slightly uncertain) and passing you your clothes.

“Chief?” one of your team was just outside the ship, and when he called out you both froze, you only wearing your shirt and Obi Wan still desperately trying to untangle his robes. After a moment you heard the footsteps fade out of the hangar and back into the main building, and you both dared to breathe again. And then the laughter came, from being on the verge of being caught like horny teenagers once more. Moments like this were your favourite, where you were nothing more than two childlike adults.

#obi wan x you #anakin skywalker x reader #obi wan #ben kenobi x you #ben kenobi #star wars #funkwhistle #my fics #idk whaa to tag this

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madeofsplinters · 3 years

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for the symbols ask, would you mind all of them that you havent yet done for vader? you have very good opinions on him and i would like to hear them

Aw, thank you! Although man that is A LOT of Vader headcanons left to do :D But I like writing random stuff about him, soooo... Sad:

Vader still remembers all the Jedi younglings' names.

Angry/Violent:

I mean, what in Darth Vader's life *isn't* angry/violent? Lol. The particular way that he uses the Dark Side produces a really fucked up feedback loop: he's angry and in various forms of pain all the time, which produces an energy he can channel into violence, which produces self-hate and further pain, which produces more energy. Lather, rinse, repeat.

A lot of Palpatine's work with Vader is simply about managing this loop and adjusting as necessary. Giving him enough outlets for his rage that he doesn't just combust where he stands and start breaking things he isn't supposed to; tormenting him enough, and giving him the tools to self-torment, so that it never quite subsides into peace.

This isn't the only way of using the Dark Side, but it's a common one for Sith warriors; both Maul and Kylo Ren use something similar.

Sex:

Disabled people can, too have sex - it just takes a little more creativity. Vader has plenty of creativity, as well as magic super powers. If he doesn't indulge in such things - which, honestly, in canon he probably doesn't - then it's due to psychological factors: a conservative upbringing and ascetic lifestyle, unresolved grief for his wife, self-hate, depression, not wanting to let anyone in that close, etc.

Anyways if I see one more "BuT hIs DiCk DoEsN't WoRk" post here on Tumblr dot com, as if that body part is all that sex boils down to, I may actually scream.

Living Quarters:

When he's meditating in his stupid lava fortress, Vader senses the Dark Side nexus underneath him as if it's a living being, a kind of elemental lava spirit. Sometimes he talks to it in his head. (Is it "really talking" back to him? Is he just carrying out a strange symbolic drama in his own head? Don't ask - if you don't intuitively understand how a spiritual experience can be both these things at once, then you're not on Darth Vader's level.)

His favorite thing about the lava river is that it isn't Palpatine. Vader of all people knows how destructive lava is, but lava is direct and straightforward. It doesn't lie to him. It doesn't play games on purpose just to jerk him around. It just flows on and burns what's in its path, and there are days when Vader finds that both relatable and soothing.

Romantic:

Vader has a weakness for partners who are older than him, brave, smart, outwardly stable (the insides may vary), have a cute accent and strong negotiation and leadership skills, feed him attention in measured amounts, and are convinced they know better than him about everything. Padmé and Tarkin (and Obi-Wan, for that matter) all fit this type...

Friendship:

I mean, Vader doesn't really have friends, though. He is capable of forming really intense attachments to a few specific people, and tolerating others because of their competence, but anything in between those ends of the spectrum? Doesn't really compute. Vader does not chill or hang out or make pleasant conversation, not a lot of room for friends here.

Even as Anakin, he was a little like this. It was harder to tell, because his social circle was a lot bigger then - there were way more people in the "would die for them" circle, and way more who he went out of his way to be nice to, even if they weren't exactly close. But all of these social relationships involve some kind of power relation. Anakin has masters and fellow generals and an apprentice; he has favorite loyal troops and a favorite droid; he has a Supreme Chancellor who is being very nice to him for some reason. These are all people he works with, or who want something from him; he doesn't really have anyone he hangs out with just for the sake of hanging out with them. Padmé is the closest he gets to that, and even with her, he’s acting out a romantic role in the way that he thinks is expected of him so that he’ll deserve her love. (And doing a bad job of it, because Anakin is awkward, but never mind.)

Anakin has a huge heart and many attachments, don't get me wrong. But I don't think he's ever fully grasped the idea of a social connection that doesn't revolve around one of the people involved being useful to the other.

Quirks/Hobbies:

(I already did a “workshop/tinkering” one, so here’s a “flying” one...)

Vader's special experimental prototype TIE fighter is in constant need of repairs because of how recklessly he flies. It's not even that he crashes into things - it's just wear and tear because you're not actually supposed to yank the throttle that hard every damn time you turn the ship, Lord Vader, seriously how are you not passing out from those g-forces.

Vader is genuinely confused why the techs keep complaining. Podracers are used to having to rebuild their entire pod after every race. By that standard, he's doing great.

Childhood:

Tiny little bb Anakin wasn't actually any angrier than normal, at least by the standards of traumatized child slaves. Like, he was about at par. There were plenty of angrier ones. You couldn't have looked at him, in comparison to the other child slaves doing similar jobs in Mos Espa, and said "oh yeah that one in particular is gonna have anger and attachment issues."

He did stand out from the other kids, though, on account of just being a weird little nerd. He built a whole droid and a racing pod by himself and his master didn't even make him do it! He keeps talking about how he's going to be a Jedi and fly all around the galaxy and save the planet and marry a queen, when everybody knows there are at least three good reasons why that's wrong. He thinks random customers who come into his shop are his new friends! Anakin is just... weird. Off in his own little world. The other local slave kids know not to be too mean to him because he will always help you out in a pinch, and he is really good with machines, but other than that, I dunno, would you wanna hang out with Mr. I’m Gonna Be A Special Jedi?

Shmi sees this dynamic happening, but there's not much she can do, except to give Anakin all the love and reassurance that she wishes he was getting from his peers.

Cooking/Food:

Idk the Wookieepedia says that Vader can eat nutrient paste out of a straw in his mask if he wants to, but he doesn't want to because it tastes awful. So my questions here are (a) considering everything else they have to do, how can the suit's recesses possibly fit enough nutrient paste inside them for Vader's needs, and (b) seriously we're how many years in the future and we can't even make a nutrient paste that tastes good? We haven't even hit on "bland"? For the Emperor's chief enforcer, whose personal care budget is virtually unlimited? Yeah no, I'm calling canon error on this one. He can't eat, or it's too much trouble to get food into him with the other life support, so he's tube-fed. That's my headcanon.

Appearance:

Vader is very muscular. (This isn't really a "head"canon? He's literally played by a bodybuilder? But some fans disagree, so, eh.) He was already tall and strong when he was Anakin, but the suit adds height and it adds a LOT of extra weight that he has to be able to carry around with him literally every time he moves.

His recovery process after Revenge of the Sith involved having to learn how to move again, with new prosthetic limbs and horrifying new chronic injuries, basically from the ground up, and having to do it well enough that he could sword-fight Jedi Masters to the death, and he had to put on a ton of muscle in order to do that.

Palpatine was very strict in the nutrition and exercise regimes he imposed for this purpose. I have a sneaking suspicion that steroids were also involved.

#darth vader

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kyberphilosopher · 4 years

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Important Information

Rules:

I am a minor. As such, smut can not be requested and can not be written. As a compromise, smutty themes can be used as overtones or undertones, often vaguely or simply eluded to. But pure smut? Not for a few months, which is when I’ll be 18. Sorry horndogs.

Please request through the submission inbox, or my direct messages. Further more, be polite. Be clear. If I ask a question to clear something up, answer it. Don’t let it dangle. I will always ask if there’s anything else you so desire (a word count, any details) so please tell me if there’s nothing else or if there is. English is also not my first language.

Do not request something against canon. I have written like that before and did not enjoy that. This means if something is considered canon, say Star Wars, such as a line of dialogue or something shown on screen, I would refuse to write you into it. I feel that it distorts the fiction so much you wouldn’t really be in it, and the characters wouldn’t be themselves anymore. Allow me to write you into the world as a side character, as something not shown directly but something that could fit into canon.

Some fictional characters have different versions of them. For example, Movie Anakin Skywalker, and the Clone Wars Anakin Skywalker. Ben Affleck Batman, or Christian Bale Batman? Or even, Comic Accurate Batman? Specify for me. If not specified after asking for it, I will write the character with headcanon information pulled from multiple ‘canon’ sources. This will be referred to as ‘headcanoned canon’.

Reblog my stuff? Absolutely. I see all my reblogs. But take it an post it to a different site? No. Don’t do that. Maybe I’ll spread over to Ao3 one day, but for now, please don’t.

Last one I can think of for now. But luckily this can be updated over time. I don’t write drabbles. I know! But just imagine all the times you’ve read a fic so good, only for it to end so soon. I like the thought of writing something both high quality and high quantity, which means I won’t be satisfied with anything under 2,000 words. Unfortunately, this may sometimes come at the expense of time. Especially if what you requested doesn’t fit into my current hyperfixation.

List of Characters I’ve Written, or Am Open to Writing:

Aayla Secura, Star Wars (Clone Wars)

Ahsoka Tano, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Anakin Skywalker, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Asaaj Ventress, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Books)

Boba Fett, Star Wars (Live Action Original Movies and The Mandalorian)

Bodhi Rook, Star Wars (Rogue One)

Bo-Katan Kryze, Star Wars (Clone Wars and The Mandalorian)

Cal Kestis, Star Wars (Jedi: Fallen Order, Beginning and End of Game)

Cassian Andor, Star Wars (Rogue One)

Darth Maul, Star Wars (Clone Wars)

Din Djarin, Star Wars (The Mandalorian)

Finn, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)

Jyn Erso, Star Wars (Rogue One)

Leia Skywalker, Star Wars (Live Action Original Movies)

Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Padme Amidala, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Poe Dameron, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)

Rey, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)

Rex, Star Wars (Clone Wars)

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Batman, DC Comics (All Live Action, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Bane, DC Comics (Games)

Barry Allen/The Flash, DC Comics (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)

Black Canary, DC Comics (Birds of Prey Live Action Movie)

Bruce Wayne, DC Comics (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)

Catwoman/Selina Kyle, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon)

Christopher Smith/Peacemaker, DCEU (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)

Cleo Cazo/Ratcatcher 2, DCEU (Live Action)

Conner Kent/Superboy, DC Comics (Titans, All Animated)

Damian Wayne, DC Comics (Animated and Injustice)

Dick Grayson, DC Comics (Titans, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated, All Versions)

Harley Quinn, DC Comics (All Live Action, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated Versions)

Jason Todd/Red Hood, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon, Arkhamverse, All Animated, Titans, All Versions)

Katana, DC Comics (2016 Suicide Squad Live Action Movie)

Poison Ivy, DC Comics (Arkhamverse, All Comic, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Tim Drake/Red Robin, DC Comics (Arkhamverse, All Comic, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Raven, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon, All Animated, All Comics, All Titans)

Robert Dubois/Bloodsport, DC Comics (DCEU Live Action)

Scarecrow/Johnathon Crane, DC Comics(All Live Action, Arkhamverse, Headcanoned Canon)

Starfire/Koriand’r, DC Comics (Titans, All Comics, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Superman/Clark Kent, DC Comics (Cavill’s Live Action, All Animated, All Comics)

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Annie Leonhardt, Shingeki no Kyojin (Marley Resident, Season 1-3, Season 4, Titan Form)

Bertholdt Hoover, Shingeki no Kyojin (Marley Resident, Season 1-3)

Carla Jaeger, Shingeki no Kyojin (Pre Beginning)

Eren Jaeger, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4, Titan Form)

Hanji Zoe, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)

Jean Kirchstein, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)

Levi Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)

Marco Bodt, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1)

Mikasa Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)

Moblit Berner, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)

Sasha Braus, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)

L Lawliet, Death Note (Season 1)

Ryuk, Death Note (Season 1)

Touta Matsuda, Death Note (Season 1)

Raye Penber and Naomi Matsura (Season 1, Pre Beginning, Throuple Headcanon Canoned)

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Connor RK800, Detroit: Become Human (Deviant, Android, Mid and Post Game)

Chloe RT600, Detroit: Become Human (Deviant, Android, Pre, Mid, and Post Game)

Gavin Reed, Detroit: Become Human (Mid and Post Game)

Kara AX400, Detroit: Become Human (Post Game)

Luther TR400, Detroit: Become Human (Pre and Post Game)

Markus RK200, Detroit: Become Human (Pre, Mid, and Post Game)

Nines RK900, Detroit: Become Human (Post Game)

North WR400, Detroit: Become Human (Pre, Mid, and Post Game)

Other Worlds and Fandoms Coming Soon.

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What You Can Expect From Me:

Fanfiction

Headcanons- While I’d consider all of my fanfiction headcanons, I’m referring to those little bullet point things you’ll see writers do. Here’s my deal on that. I won’t do romantic headcanons for the characters listed above. By that I mean you won’t see anything titled, “How Poe Dameron Would Cuddle”, or anything of that sort. But you probably will see just my own little headcanons for fun. Like, little fun facts. You know, “Superman’s favorite food is ____”, “Nines hates rats”.

However, I will write romantic headcanons for my OC’s. But that’s for later.

Further regarding fanfiction, I typically write angst. Not sure why, it’s just what I started with because I thought the plots were strongest and I wanted to see where I could take it. Like I said, no smut, but you’ll find allusions to it. Fluff? Yeah, it’s there. Hard for me to write fluff without a plot, but it does exist on my page.

Original Stories

Most people ignore this, but if you see that I’ve posted it won’t always be something regarding your favorite character. I write my own little stories that’s basically just glorified, book length headcanons for a few worlds, but mostly the Star Wars galaxy. Don’t worry, there’s no need to pay attention to it if you don’t want. It’s something I do in my spare time besides x readers and oneshots.

Spontaneous Posting

What I mean by this, is that unlike a lot of writers, I don’t work on a schedule. There’s no “once a week posting”, or anything like that. What I finish and give the okay to, is posted. If you’ve requested something, I’ll let you know that it’s about to go out. So sometimes a burst of fics may be pumped out in a week, or none will for up to a month.

Going by EST, I typically am most active at night and early morning. Especially in the summer. During fall this may change.

I rarely put out a post that is unrelated to my writings. If it is related to my personal life instead, it will be posted, but not saved. Documented and available, but never pinned or anything.

FAQ:

Do you write queer pairings?

Yes. My earlier works usually elude to a female reader and it’s blaringly obvious, though it’s shifting into androgyny for ease of reader. I would prefer to have an androgynous reader instead of a set in stone male or female one.

Am I reading a queer fanfic written by a straight person?

You are not. I am androgynous myself in terms of gender and unlabeled in terms of sexuality.

Do you write for poc?

This question shocks me, though I’ve gotten it twice. Then I realized- it’s because so many writers forget the point of a reader. The reader may be described as blonde, or white, or thin, or female. You will not find that here. There will be no set in stone appearance for the reader except for mentions of whatever hair you may possess (apologies to those without hair). There will be no talk of ‘light skin’, or ‘curvy figure’. The farthest I’ll go is describing you as pale, if say, you were sick. Because any race or skin tone can go pale, you know? The only thing I’d do- rarely- is give you a real age. But only to further the plot if needed.

My point is, ‘Y/N’ is not just a pretty white person with long hair. It’s inclusive to anyone. I’ll stand by that.

Do you write headcanons?

Answered in the above section. Long story short, I’m working on it, but on my terms.

Do you write song fics?

I haven’t before. Why? They make me cringe. I don’t know why. I’ll write a fic based on a song, or with undertones of a song. But those little paragraphs with the lyrics that aren’t even in time with what you’re reading if you were to read and listen at the same time? I don’t think so.

Do you know what sex is?

I do.

Will you have e-sex with me in the direct message chatbox?

I will not.

Why do you write on tumblr?

I started writing just to share an old word document with over 300 pages worth of an Original Star Wars story. I tried my hand at fanfiction because, while I don’t read it often myself, I know a lot of people do. It helps them escape reality. And, I’m a pretty good writer, I think. At least I can only get better. I’m just one more person trying to put something out for people to enjoy, and maybe even rely on.

Will you ever write for real people?

If I ever wrote a fanfiction about Christian Bale or like Barack Obama I think I would just disappear. I can’t do it. It’s like warping my own reality.

How often do you post?

I don’t know.

Do you have a taglist?

I did! But only for Star Wars. If you want to be tagged in something, let me know. But you have to be specific. Just for a certain character? For a certain fandom? A certain plot? Just og stories? Be clear.

Dynamics I Enjoy Writing:

Man simps for person who almost wants nothing to do with them.

Hero simps for villain or villain simps for hero despite the obvious consequences.

Two jokesters destroy some area while left alone together. May get along better than they would admit.

Two people who are not expected to get along, get along well.

Hero and villain are best friends but won’t admit it.

Basically if I’m left to my own mind most of my fics will fall under one of these dynamics. Not always- definitely not always. But I kinda like them.

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Anything else?

Nope. Can’t think of anything. We’ll see if anything changes. Thanks for checking it out.

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loridrabbles · 5 years

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Care to Join? (Clones x Reader)

Meltmybutter requested: Can I get a gang bang with the clones... *nosebleed*

+Warnings: semi noncon, smutty smut and may I add s m u t, language.+

You're an assistant to Admiral Yularen, thus you spend quite a bit of time with the clones. One day they decide to get a little more friendly.

Today was unusually quiet, but you enjoyed the peace and quiet that was so rare aboard the Resolute. Typically you'd be running errands for the Admiral. Nothing big, but things that needed to be done, but even he was kicked back in the command center. Your second option was to spend time with Anakin and Obi Wan but they were off teaching Ahsoka something about patience once again.

Your last resort was to hang out with the clones, which usually became your favorite passtime. They'd tell you stories of battle and teach you some hand to hand combat in case of an emergency. Heading to the barracks, you wondered what sort of things everyone was up to today.

Approaching the entrance your eye caught a pinup poster out of the corner of your eye. You often felt bad for the troops. They're so deprived of physical contact and intimacy it makes you wonder how they even make it through the day. From inside you could hear loud chatter meaning Captain Rex probably wasn't around.

"Knock knock." You said smiling, stepping over the threshold.

"Heyy (y/n) we were wondering when you were gonna show up." Kix said putting an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to lean on him.

"You were?" You asked.

"Oh yeah. We've been uh...planning quite a bit for you today." Echo said while he pulled off his gloves leaving him in his blacks. Noticing that none of them were in full sets of armor you look up at Kix.

"What do you mean?"

"What we mean, darling, is Rex isn't here and we're gonna have a good time." Hardcase said unbuttoning the collar of his blacks.

"W-wait you mean like....sex?" You said, the pitch of your voice raising as you pushed away from Kix, unknowingly into Fives who took your chin in his hand and rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

"That's exactly what we mean." He purred. You trusted Fives, and knew he wouldn't let anyone hurt you, but you were still uncomfortable with their plan.

"I-I don't really think that's a good idea. Isn't it against the rules?"

"Who the fuck cares?" Hardcase said almost angrily. "I know you think of us clones as real people and real people have needs." He wrapped his arms around your waste, pulling you from Fives as he whispered: "Come on baby. It'll be fun."

"Alright. But-b..be careful." You couldn't say no to Hardcase's firm but delicate embrace and velvet voice. "Who's first?"

They all laughed, confusing you.

"Were all first, darling." Echo spoke up, stopping their laughter. "We aren't waiting in line and you have lots of places for us to fill up."

You felt your face turn red, butterflies filled your stomach, and you could feel your shoulders go flush as your breath caught in your throat. His arms still around you, Hardcase began unbuttoning your uniform dress. Speechless, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Your eyes fluttered open as you felt a warm hand caress your cheek. Looking up you saw Fives once again, smiling at you tenderly. Hardcase finished with the buttons and Fives took over.

He placed his hands on your chest, sliding them under the shoulders of your uniform pushing it back and down your arms and it fell to the floor. You could hear the other troopers removing what was left of their armor and your head drifted to the side to view the source of the sound, but Fives took your face in his hands again. He must have sensed your uneasiness. He pulled you into a soft kiss and whispered into your mouth:

"You'll be ok."

Kix was the next to step up to the plate. Now in nothing but his boxers he unclasped your bra. You gasped at the sudden touch of his cold hands making him chuckle under his breath.

Harcase who was already undressed and rock hard grew restless at the time it took for the others to get you ready.

"Alright boys enough with the touchy feely, darling this darling that. Let's get this show on the road" He said picking you up placing you faceing the table they usually played cards on. He bent you over and picked up the bottle of lube sitting next to you and applied a generous amount to himself. He positioned himself at your backdoor, something you weren't at all prepared for. Slowly but easily thanks to the lube he slid the length of his cock inside you, threw his head back and let out a deep contented sigh.

"Ahhhaahh..hard..c...case." You cried as tears began to stream down your cheeks.

"Just give it a minute babe. You'll thank me when its over."

He picked you, still inside, and up and put you on his lap as he sat on the chair behind him and spread your legs to welcome the next clone.

Kix took the opportunity and knelt on the ground in front of you two, running his hands tenderly across your thighs, his thumbs pulling at your lips teasingly. Beginning at your knee, he places soft, slow, wet kisses up your thigh until he reached your already dripping pussy. Looking up with a smirk he lapped his tongue against you, savoring your flavor, and earning a moan. Antagonisingly slow he made circles around your clit with his tongue, every so often dipping his tongue inside. Replacing his tongue with his hand he pushed one finger inside. Pulling it out again he said:

"Fuck, baby. You're so wet and so kriffing sweet." He reached up and put his finger to your lips and you obediently took it in your mouth and sucked off your sweet juices. He returned his hand to massage your thighs and went back to work sucking on your clit.

"Alright, Kix, leave some for the rest of us." Echo said. The five of them took it as their cue to really get things started.

Hardcase pulled out of you and motioned for you to get on the table. You knelt on all fours and Hardcase got on his knees above you and penetrated you again, leaning forward to make room for Fives.

Fives placed his tip at your entrance and gently entered you. He bit his lip and ever so slowly began thrusting in and out of you, Hardcase following suit.

"Hey, you got to eat her out. I get the mouth." Echo said to Kix.

"Its only fair." He laughed.

Echo walked up to the table stroking his cock. That was the first look you got at any of theirs. Average width, but longer than many.

"Fuck they're huge. No wonder Jango was picked as the template." You thought

You parted your lips "okaying" him to proceed. He held his rod up to your mouth and you took it in, sucking on his tip, swirling your tongue around before taking him in deeper. He was a little salty which you didn't expect, but he tasted good. Really good. And you hated to admit you were enjoying this more than you should.

Kix took your hand in his and placed it on his cock.

"You know what to do, mesh'la." And you did. You confidently took hold of him and made long, even paces stokes up and down his shaft. He rolled his hips urging you to go faster and you complied. Within minutes the room was filled with sweet, lustful moans. You closed your eyes and savored the moment before things got rough, and with Hardcase as the ringleader, you knew they would.

Rubbing your thighs, Fives attempted to comfort you, but little did he know, you were enjoying every second of this act.

Echo forced himself further down your throat. Your eyes watered as you resisted the urge to gag crying out in discomfort for a long few seconds until the urge dissipated and the trooper was effortlessly pleasuring himself.

Hardcase took the change in pace as an opportunity to reach forward and take firm hold of your neck. You let out a needy, loud moan you would normally be ashamed of.

"Ah, found something you like did I?' He said beginning to pound into you ruthlessly. You moaned again and rolled your eyes back into your head forgetting the pain. Pure ecstacy.

You had never been taken in the ass before, nor by more than one man at a time. Your body shook as you reached your first orgasm Your worried thoughts began to cloud your mind as they had minutes ago.

"Oh my force. What would Anakin think if he saw me like this? What would Obi Wan think? I shouldn't be enjoying something like this- this dirty. But I am. I love it. Oh force forgive me I love it!"

Echo clenched his jaw as his thrusts became more labored. Moaning through his teeth, you could feel warmth flowing down your throat. He pulled out of your mouth and held it open as he finished himself with his hand, cumming all over your face and in your mouth.

"Good job little one." He said as you smiled up at him.

You could feel Kix begin pulse in your hand and you opened your mouth to him. He moved closer so you could suck on his tip and massage the rest of his shaft with your hand. He exploded in seconds at the added pleasure of your soft tongue and filled your mouth with his savory sweet cum.

Kix and Echo sat back and watched the three of you finish. You panted, eyes rolled back into your head, cum dripping from your lips down your chin. Forgetting any shame you had walking into the room you begged for more. Fives and Hardcase both thrusted into you harder and faster, making you scream with pleasure as your second orgasm overtook your body, your own warm liquid pouring out of your cunt. Neither of the remaining troopers were ready to stop.

Moans and other wet, sinful noises filled the room. Exho and Kix muttered to themselves that they were missing out.

The mechanical door to the barracks slid open.

"Men. You're needed in-" Rex stopped in his tracks as he looked up from his holopad. The five of you froze waiting for him to reprimand his troops for their forbidden behavior. He just stared, slack jawed. "I-... you-..."

Still panting, you composed yourself long enough to say.

"Care to join, Captain?" His usual stern look returned to his face as he made his way over to you cupping your face in his hands as Fives once did, however lacking in the gentle department.

"Little one." His voice was tender despite his complexion. He removed some armor plating, and pulled off his belt with a snap. "Don't disappoint me." He smirked and put his hands behind his back inviting you to take over. Hardcase and Fives returned to thrusting in and out of you as you pulled Rex' already erect cock out of his blacks and slid it down your throat where Echo once was. His face softened as he sighed and took hold of your head. He matched the pace of his troopers making it harder to resist wanting to gag.

Hardcase's moans turned to grunts as he unleashed his load into your ass. He pulled out and climbed off of you, his seed pouring out onto Five's cock.

Fives continued burying himself inside you and pulled your hair back for his captain with one hand and used the other to massage your clit. He peppered kisses down your back and left hard bites on your shoulders which would definitely be there for a few days.

Rex pulled your chin up and forced you to make eye contact as he reached his climax. Fives took his labored breathing as the cue to speed things up. He thrusted harder and rubbed you faster, the three of you all coming at once.

You lied there, exhausted on the table trying to catch your breath as all 5 clones escorted you into the showers. They all worshiped you as they lathered up your body. You enjoyed their purely, loving, gentle touches as they cleaned up the mess they made of you.

When finished, Fives picked you up and carried you to the bedroom where one of them had pushed several of the beds together so there was room enough for all of you. Rex put the barracks on lock down. No one in, no one out, no questions asked, and the 6 of you slept through the night in eachothers arms, the troops entangled around you.

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starwarsgirl10884 · 4 years

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A Suprise, to be Sure, But A Welcome One!

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader x Obi Wan Kenobi

Warnings: Slight sexism, Make-up sex, Dom!Anakin, Sub!Obi Wan, Switch!Reader, Mommy kink

Word count: 2,251

You were chilling in Tatooine and your boyfriend of five months, Obi Wan, had brought you here. He told you this is where he picked up his padawan Anakin, but you don't really care about you and anakin don't get along that well. (You think Anakin has a thing for Obi Wan). But while you're chilling in Tatooine you see your future husband Obi Wan(Authors note, isn't Obi Wan so handsome *drool*). Anyways Obi Wan enters the room and you greet him with a kiss, but then Anakin walks in and also gives Obi Wan a peck on the Cheek.

“Anakin stop it! My girlfriend is here!” Obi Wan giggled

“Well I have to express my brotherly love Obi Wan!” Anakin replied pouting. I rolled my eyes.

“ANYWAYS, I made dinner Obi, your favorite stewed cuisine. (What do people in star wars eat :d). As I said that I started walking towards the kitchen to get him a bowl. He works so hard its the least I could do.

As the two men began to sit down Anakin yelled, “That's where you belong y/n in the KITCHEN HAHA”. I was shocked at how he could have said that.

"H.. how dare you say that Anakin!? You know how sexist that remark was?" I looked over to Obi and he was too enveloped in TV to have paid attention to what Anakin said(are there TV's in Star Wars? O.o). I wanted to see how Obi would react to his padawan's sexism.

"Obi did you hear what Anakin said, it was really rude and uncalled for" I said in a sad tone.

"Ah he's just joking y/n, don't take it to heart. It was just a little jab." And with that I left with a huff. How could Obi side with Anakin and not me. I think there is something more between those two, I'm going to spy on them to see if they're doing something fishy. And see if my sweet Obi is really cheating on me.

Later that night I followed Obi and Anakin to some weird hotel. Anakin and Obi ordered a room and went to it. I had to figure out a plan to get in, and in being so smart I did. I walked into the hotel and told the man at the desk to give me a key to the room. He asked if I knew who was up there and I said my boyfriend Anakin. He asked for some identification of that being the case, and I showed him photos of me and Obi on Instagram.(Oh btw you should follow me on Instagram @starwarsgirl0884 :3). The man at the table said we looked cute together, which made me blush, and gave me a key.

Before I opened the door to their hotel room I listened to see if I could hear anything. And I did(😳😳😳).

I heard a lot of heavy breathing and semi loud moans, it made me kind of wet. But then I realized that it did confirm my fears, Obi Wan was cheating on me with Anakin!

Then there was another noise. Between the moaning. And what was uttered made my stomach plummet, "I hate y/n so much Anakin, I'm so glad I can be with you instead."

My head started to spin and my stomach hurt. I was so embarrassed I had to leave.

As I ran for the stairs I heard the room door open behind me. I was hopeful. I thought my lovely Obi Wan would run up and embrace me in his arms, telling me it was all a big joke. But as I turned around I saw Anakin. I was so mad with tears streaming down my face yelling at him, asking how he could take me Obi from me. I called him other abusive names like homewrecker, whore, slut, I had no filter.

I was about to hit him, but he grabbed my arm before he could. He then spun me around and held me tight to his body. I was oddly aroused. As he held me to his chest he said, "Hey y/n I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have fucked Obi Wan, I did it to spite you and frankly I'm really sorry." I was shocked at this answer, I didn't know how to reply, but he continued. "I knew you loved Obi Wan and I knew how much that would upset you, but now that I've seen you cry it really hurts me and really made me start to acknowledge your beauty…" I didn't know how to react, was Anakin flirting with me, was he actually apologizing, I didn't know what to think or how to feel. He then interjected, "also, those were some very hurtful names you called me, could you apologise for that and maybe suck my cock?” I was shocked by how abrasive the question was. Where the hell did that come from. I thought he hated me?

"S… suck your… cock??" I stuttered. Anakin started to grin and put his hand on my ass; it made me wet. Before I could say anything else Obi Wan came out of the room and asked Anakin what happened.

"What's all this then?" Inquired Obi Wan. "Why is your hand on my girlfriend's ass?" Anakin looked between me and Obi Wan, neither of us knew how to reply.

"Uhm, I was just catching y/n she tripped and almost fell haha." Anakin continued, "We don't like eachother but I couldn't just sit here and watch her embarrass herself!" He started laughing awkwardly.

"Well y/n what are you even doing here in the first place?" He said even more inquisitively, "Didn't you say you were gonna stay home?" I could feel Obi's eyes burn a hole through mine, I know he knows that this was no accident. As I went to come up with a false story Anakin jumped in.

"I invited y/n over, I didn't like the thought of her being lonely in Tatooine, I spent too many nights the same way, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone!" Quite frankly I was shocked at Anakin's thoughtfulness and generosity towards my situation seeing as how we had been at odds with each other ever since we first met.

"Well why didn't you tell me you invited her Anakin?"

"I wanted to surprise you, y/n is your girlfriend after all I'd assume you'd be excited if I secretly invited her!" With that Obi Wan had nothing more to say and told both me and Anakin to join him in his room.

Not gonna lie, having heard both Anakin and Obi Wan moan loudly and having Anakin grab my ass, I was very horny. Not to mention when we entered the room the men made me sit sandwiched between them. Not that I'm complaining but let's just say, you could waterboard someone with my underwear.

As I sit in-between the two men I felt a hand rub against my thigh, I was quite delirious still after hearing what Obi Wan said about me, but I think he said that in passion but his post but clarity made him realize he still likes me. So I wasn't sure about whose hand it was caressing my thigh. I looked at both of their faces to see if I could tell who it was by their reaction, but it was to no avail.

While I was lost in thought, I failed to realize that the hand was now further up my leg and right below my crotch. Before I could inquire the two men about whose hand it was, the aforementioned hand began to rub my crotch! I didn't know what to say or ask, but I knew it would feel good so I let the hand do its thing.

I felt the hand slide up my thigh, closer to my dripping core. I won’t lie, I wanted them to both fuck me sensless against the bed frame, using their jedi powers to hold me down.

“Mnnn” I moaned, a blush dusting my cheeks. Obi looked at me quizzically, then inquires, “Anakin, are you doing the egg drop thing?”I glance at Anakin and see his chest heave, he was definitely enjoying the thrill of this situation.

“Yes haha” he replied, his voice hoarse.

“Oh okay, hehe. It’s so funny when you do that! It tickles!” He said while giggling like a schoolgirl.

I look at Anakin out of the corner of my eye, grinning. “We can continue now.” I whispered, throwing him a cheeky wink.

He then proceeded, moving his hand further up my thigh, grazing a digit on my aching bundle of nerves. I try my best not to moan as Obi was watching Friends, however his laughing was distracting me from the real task at hand. It was the Episode in which Ross says Rachel’s name instead of Emily’s. Ironic. It seems that Ani and I are the Ross and Rachel of this sitcom (Wonk Owo).

Anyway, I could feel an unknown force push against my clit. It didn’t surprise me that Ani would use dirty{;)} tricks while touching me. I stifled another moan, this was so wrong, but so right!

Suddenly, I felt empty. Anakin had retracted himself from my dripping core, grinning like a maniac. I glared at him angrily. Cheeky Bastard I thought.

It was silent as the Friends episode had stopped and Obi Wan wasn’t laughing anymore, he sat staring at us. Anakin chuckled darkly and glared back.

“Dutch Oven” He cooed as he pulled the blankets over our heads. Obi Wan giggled playfully as the scent overwhelmed us.

“You cheeky bastard” He cried, tears of laughter clouding his vision.

I was still wet under the covers, praying he wouldn't notice the smell. I don't know what Anakin thought this would achieve. As I went to look at Anakin I heard Obi Wan pipe up.

"This was quite funny Anakin, but I don't smell a fart? It smells more fishy and I know you don't eat fish?"

I glared at Anakin, now Obi Wan knows how fishy I smell and I didn't want him to find that out.

Before I could explain away the smell Obi connected the dots, the moans he heard, the shuffling under the sheets, and the smell. He stared at both me and Anakin a small glint in his eyes.

"Would I be able to join you two?" He said coily as he ran his hand up and down my leg.

"I'm fine with it!" Anakin beamed, he then looked at me with hope in his eyes.

I nodded “I always wondered what it would feel like to be double penetrated.”

They both grinned and pounced. Both men started to kiss my neck sloppily, their eyes filled with hunger. I moaned freely, relishing in the fact that I had two men at my will. Anakin was slightly more dominant than Obi as he sucked on the nape of my neck and pulled my hair. The latter was currently kissing the crest of my ear and whispering about how long he has wanted this.

Anakin looked at me darkly

“You wanna suck my cock now?” He questioned, out of breath.

“Actually, I had something else in mind.” I cooed into his ear. I stood up and made my way to the bed, splaying myself across its cumstained sheets.

Both men sauntered toward me, it was so hot(😩😩😩). We all undressed, exposing ourselves to one another. Oh my force, Anakin is so big! I could see the precum slick on his throbbing cock, it made me hungy.

Shortly after, Obi Wan's erection sprang out of his undergarments, it was surprisingly small. (omg obi is such a bottom bitch O///O) Nonetheless I wanted both of them inside of my sopping core. They both stood in front of me, their hands on their hips as if they were inviting me toward their meat.

“Well then” Anakin teased, “get on with it.”

I kneeled in front of the men and grasped their veiny hardons. Obi let out a small whimper, I could tell he wasn’t going to last long. I started to stroke both of them at the same pace, but only maintained eye contact with Anakin, for he was clearly the most dominant of us. His hips rocked with the rhythm of my strokes, a smirk on his face.

“Hey stop that, naughty boy.” I chided with a wink.

Anakin begrudgingly complied, “Yes mommy.”

I grinned and went back to work.

As this conversation went on, Obi looked between us and my hand that was wrapped around his leaking member.

“Keep going, then.” He urged, trying not to sound impatient. I glared at him playfully and squeezed his cock. Obi yelped and nodded his head.

“I want you both to fuck me.” I said “At the same time.”

They both nodded obediently, though Obi Wan was slightly more eager to please, which made me laugh.

Obi Wan positioned himself in front on me, his erect cock glistening with precum. I felt Anakin’s hands on my hips, positioning long ani with my tight ass.

I continued to stroke their cocks for a few minutes, not letting them cum and completely overstimulating them both.

It made me wet thinking about the power that I held over them in these erotic moments.

TOO BE CONTINUED...

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gffa · 7 years

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I’ve been sick this past few days (it feels like weeks now) and so I have wanted little more than to cry about STAR WARS feelings by reading emotionally satisfying and/or heartbreaking fic and then maybe some porn to go along with it. Leaking faces and wanting to vomit are a lot more tolerable when they come with feelings and porn. \o/ STAR WARS FIC RECS: ✦ To Argue is to Love by Zinga763, obi-wan & anakin, 1k Anakin is sick, Obi-Wan is confused. ✦ In Want by updiddlyupup, obi-wan & anakin, 7k Desperate to avoid all the ways he isn’t settling in, Anakin goes on a quest. ✦ Negotation by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, NSFW, modern au, serial killer au, 64.8k wip Over a year ago, Coruscant Police Detective Anakin Skywalker vanished without a trace while hunting the prolific serial killer known within the media as “The Negotiator”. ✦ destination: nowhere by kasuchans, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, some (force) bondage, 4.6k The Outlander Club is known for two things: strong drinks and gambling. It’s really difficult to get home after indulging in either one of the two. ✦ the kids aren’t all right by QueenWithABeeThrone, obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, 33.1k “He dragged me up a hill so I wouldn’t burn to death,” says Anakin. “Obi-wan’s still in there, I know it. I’m going to save him.” ✦ Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, amnesia, dark content, 3.6k The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky. ✦ untitled by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, sith!obi-wan, 1.1k Like the steel blade he wields, Obi-Wan Kenobi has come far from his simple beginnings. Anakin Skywalker is one of the brightest suns in the Order of the Dawn. ✦ late night under the stars + angsty fight by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k Did the first two in little vignettes as my writing warm-up for tonight… ✦ In Color by Glare, obi-wan/anakin/padme, soulmark au, modern au, 15.4k wip Anakin Skywalker is six years old the first time he marks on his skin with intent. ✦ Five Times Anakin Was Uncivilized and One Time Obi-Wan Didn’t Mind by Nisa, obi-wan/anakin, 2k It’s all in the title. :) ✦ untitled by Glare, obi-wan/anakin/padme, human au, 1.3k The thing is, Obi-Wan doesn’t hate his roommates. ✦ untitled by themikeymonster + ialreadyreadthatfanfic + likealeafonthewind + phosphorescent-naidheachd, obi-wan/anakin/padme, 2.5k TPM AU where Padme has a (completely obvious) teenage crush on Padawan Obi-Wan. Little Anakin is slightly upset before promptly deciding he’ll just have to marry them both once he’s old enough. ✦ The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars by A_Delicate_Fury, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & luke & leia & han & cast, time travel, 9.4k wip “I don’t know how this happened. I don’t yet know why. But this is definitely Anakin’s fault.” ✦ untitled by stonefreeak, cody & yoda & cast, supreme chancellor!obi-wan au, ~1k Anonymous asked: I’d love to see the trooper’s views in all this. Exasperation at Kenobi not taken enough consideration of his safety. Worries that he’s not sleeping, forgetting to eat? What did they see that made them go to Yoda for help? full details + recs under the cut!

✦ To Argue is to Love by Zinga763, obi-wan & anakin, 1k Anakin is sick, Obi-Wan is confused. I read this while I was super sick with the flu and it was some really lovely timing for that, as well as one of my favorite things–the early days of Obi-Wan and Anakin’s relationship, when their dynamic was still just getting set up. And it’s super adorable, the first time they really start to banter with each other, that uncertainty of how to approach the other that they both have, the way Obi-Wan finally manages to tease Anakin out of it, the sheer amount of care on both sides that neither really knew how to convey, all of it was just exactly what I wanted and was adorable. ✦ In Want by updiddlyupup, obi-wan & anakin, 7k Desperate to avoid all the ways he isn’t settling in, Anakin goes on a quest. This was a combination of adorable little moppet Anakin and the awkward first days of his apprenticeship with Obi-Wan, how they don’t really understand each other yet, how they haven’t really connected, and how Anakin is having trouble adapting to life at the Jedi Temple. It’s just the right amount of angst, while still being generally light-hearted and really pretty cute, just the right amount of hilarity and the right amount of feeling for both of these characters. It was actually a fairly quick read, because it was just the right length and it kept a good focus, and it was just… a really, really solid little fic that I delighted in reading. ✦ Negotation by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, NSFW, modern au, serial killer au, 64.8k wip Over a year ago, Coruscant Police Detective Anakin Skywalker vanished without a trace while hunting the prolific serial killer known within the media as “The Negotiator”. Chapters 20-23: This is an update rec and will focus on these chapters rather than the fic as a whole. Despite that this fic kind of consumes me, I’m not sure where to even start with these chapters because, oh, so much good stuff happens in them! I will do my best to step carefully around spoilers, because I think this fic is more fun when it has the tension building up in it/you know the general direction it’s going, but not the specifics of it! And it’s a fic that’s definitely worth reading, it’s just the right balance of fucked up and delicious, it’s very aware of the dirtybadwronghot things its doing and that’s the feature, not the bug. It’s not going to be for everyone, but I find the mix of fucked up vs satisfying for me on a shippy level to be pretty much perfect. And it’s not really terribly violent, most of it takes place offscreen, this is all about the psychological aspects of the relationship between these two and the Stockholm Syndrome-ness of it all… as well as a portrayal of an off-the-chain Obi-Wan Kenobi who is absolutely fascinating to watch, the dark version of so many of the traits we see in canon. But, okay, these chapters. Oh my god two of the things I’ve been waiting for to happen finally happened! I have been waiting for Anakin to have a chance to escape, real escape, and what he does with it and how it would be used to show where he’s at in the state of their relationship and how much he’s been worn down and it really did not disappoint. I love that it was… almost anti-climactic, it was almost undramatic (lol, almost undramatic, because everything these two do is dramatic, but it wasn’t drama-laden in the way I might have precisely expected), and what that meant for the two of them, what it said about their reliance on each other. One of my favorite things about Obi-Wan/Anakin in canon is how co-dependent they can be about each other and this takes that and really twists it around and makes it darker and fucked up, but with echoes of what I remember from canon and that makes it so interesting and so fascinating. The other thing, though! Finally they get to the sexy times! And how the fic does a really lovely job of showing how wound up Anakin is, how tightly coiled and tense he is, that I found practically feel the ache in my bones right along with him, as he’s lost in all of this. And that Obi-Wan is the only solidity he has to hold onto and when that’s almost taken from him, of course it breaks him down that much further and, oh, the way they come together, the way Obi-Wan pushes him up against the wall and could fuck him right there, could shove into him right in that spot, he very much wants to, but they both hold themselves back just long enough to move somewhere better and let me tell you about how that really is super hot to me. But my favorite thing. My faaaaaaavorite thing. Aside from the predatory grace and possessive marking bites and the fingers tangling in hair. Aside from those things, is the juxtaposition of being calm and gentle with the rough, possessive sex. The way Obi-Wan isn’t quite pushed inside Anakin yet, just starting to stretch him open, but stops, this is the last moment to say no (and what that means), all while Anakin begs for more, is exactly what I’m here for. It’s fucked up and ridiculously hot and delicious and such a genuinely well-written iddy pleasure oh my god I love it so much I’ve become a ridiculous person about it. ✦ destination: nowhere by kasuchans, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, some (force) bondage, 4.6k The Outlander Club is known for two things: strong drinks and gambling. It’s really difficult to get home after indulging in either one of the two. Let me tell you about how much I enjoyed this fic! It was super cute and fun in the beginning, with Obi-Wan and Anakin (the lightweight, 100% agreed) walking home after getting drunk and it’s this really almost sort of light-hearted thing where they’re a couple of adorable idiots who clearly are smitten with each other and banter with each other and are annoyed with each other out of love and it just made me feel all light and happy inside! I need that sometimes! And then they finally fall into bed and oh my god Anakin Skywalker the bratty sub who sucks Obi-Wan off for awhile, then climbs on his lap and rides him like a possessed thing while holding him down with the Force, all in an effort to egg him on? So that Obi-Wan will finally, finally snap and roll them over and fuck into Anakin hard enough to drive every other thought of out of his head? That’s it, that’s what I’m here for. This was a fic written to get them to that point, so that Anakin could just shatter and explode everywhere in exactly what he wanted, just completely taken apart and nothing else in him but Obi-Wan and it’s so good for him like that. Leave me here, I’m having feelings about Anakin Skywalker again, when he’s all blissed out from having been thoroughly and satisfyingly fucked. Bless this fic. ✦ the kids aren’t all right by QueenWithABeeThrone, obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, 33.1k “He dragged me up a hill so I wouldn’t burn to death,” says Anakin. “Obi-wan’s still in there, I know it. I’m going to save him.” Chapter 7: This is an update rec and will focus on this chapter, rather than the story as a whole. I’ll warn ahead of time that this is the end of this particular fic and does provide some resolution, but it’s not the end and a lot is left hanging. Which I don’t mind! I’m definitely willing to wait for whenever the author has time to get the next part out, just that I was expecting more finality from this fic than I should have and wanted to give a heads up to other potential readers I might be reaching. Because, oh, this is finally where Obi-Wan and Anakin see each other again for the first time in so long, where Anakin is just this vibrating bundle of nerves and energy, where he wants so badly to just fling himself onto Obi-Wan and latch on and never let go, but has to hold himself back because Obi-Wan’s not okay, he’s not ready for that weight yet. It’s a slow crawl back towards what they used to have, all while Ahsoka is wary and protective of Anakin getting hurt again and not trusting Obi-Wan, who agrees that he shouldn’t be trusted, and, oh, while this was all lovely to read, the ending has quite the mild cliffhanger that makes me so eager for the next part, because that shit is my jam. So, I definitely recommend this entire fic, it’s been super good for me and I’m absolutely looking forward to more, especially if it involves gross domesticity. ✦ Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, amnesia, dark content, 3.6k The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky. Chapter 1: At the time of this rec, only the first chapter had been posted, so it will focus on that, rather than the fic as a whole. I don’t always go for really dark fic, but I’ve liked this author’s other work so much and there was the promise of Anakin riding Obi-Wan like a greedy, desperate thing, so, okay, I’ll give it a shot! And it’s really lovely writing and there’s something so entirely unsettling about the silence of the two of them, contrasted against how we’re familiar with them as loud and bantery characters, that they’re the old married couple who bickers constantly. Here, that’s been stripped away from them, instead it’s taken them down to little more than base instincts, yet that connection between them remains, and it’s the strength of the writing that really pulls that off, that really makes me able to see this and feel so much about it. That I still see the characters I knew from canon in these warped and twisted versions of them was heartbreaking, but also the thing that super made it worth reading. Well, that and the furiously intense aftermath of their mission where they crash against each other and the sex is rough and harsh and Anakin climbs onto Obi-Wan’s lap and rides him like a demon possessed and, okay, I’m really into that, the darker quality to their relationship, as well as the pretty writing. There’s such a lovely image in this moment: And then after more gasps and moans and fumbling with sweet slickness they had switched, Sen in the plush seat and the milky white disc of the planet outside a strange halo around Koh’s head as Koh rode him as hard as he could, thighs apart as he straddled Sen’s lap and their breaths harsh gasps against the faint ticking of the chronometer in the silence of the apartment. It’s taking all the good things about their relationship and inverting them, in some ways a negative image of what they are in canon, and making it lovely and heartbreaking and addictive. There are always undercurrents of darkness in the Star Wars canon, especially with these two, but they’re not always teased out in the right ways, but, oh, this one worked very, very well for me. Also, that sex scene was lovely and I’m always here for Anakin’s head crowned with a halo as he sits on Obi-Wan’s lap, give me that always. ✦ untitled by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, sith!obi-wan, 1.1k Like the steel blade he wields, Obi-Wan Kenobi has come far from his simple beginnings. Anakin Skywalker is one of the brightest suns in the Order of the Dawn. This was short but lovely, one of those fics where these two find each other in all these other worlds and universes, where even when they’re on opposite sides, they still gravitate towards each other. It’s not a long piece, but it’s just the right length for a snippet and, oh, there was some very nice iddy stuff in amongst the pretty writing–both of these characters are so dangerous and powerful, which always pleases me, but especially that feeling of… nothing else matters but these two to each other. ✦ late night under the stars + angsty fight by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k Did the first two in little vignettes as my writing warm-up for tonight… These are just little fic snippets, but they’re lovely in the way that they’re… these quite little moments of intimacy, one is happy, the other angsty, but both show such a depth of connection and care between them. Especially the second one, because, oh, Anakin watching someone he loves fade away, when he loves them so much, just hit me right in the feelings place, as it was designed to. ✦ In Color by Glare, obi-wan/anakin/padme, soulmark au, modern au, 15.4k wip Anakin Skywalker is six years old the first time he marks on his skin with intent. Chapter 6: This is an update rec and will focus on this chapter, rather than the fic as a whole. One of the things I like about this fic so much is that it’s striking a good balance for me between addressing the more complicated, messy parts of the set-up (the age difference especially), how painful that can be, but without feeling like the fic is going to rip my heart out over it, which is exactly what I want from this! But also that this chapter takes a turn for the angsty (though, the author’s notes assure a turn for the better afterwards) and that gave me a lot of feelings, in exactly the way it was supposed to, because goddamn Obi-Wan’s life is difficult in whatever universe he’s in. I was very glad to see this update, even though it’s a chapter that made me do the ): face a lot because I had feelings about the characters and the situation they found themselves in and just. I really love this AU a lot, okay. ✦ Five Times Anakin Was Uncivilized and One Time Obi-Wan Didn’t Mind by Nisa, obi-wan/anakin, 2k It’s all in the title. :) This fic is totally cute and fluffy tropes, like it just whole-heartedly embraces the iddy fun stuff that’s the light-hearted kind of angst and just… really had this adorable kind of charm to the whole piece. It’s a series of scenes across the length of their relationship, as they grow and change with each other, because of each other, how they come together and fit their pieces to each other, and I’m always here for fics that made me feel all warm and squishy inside! ✦ untitled by Glare, obi-wan/anakin/padme, human au, 1.3k The thing is, Obi-Wan doesn’t hate his roommates. Oh, this was a lovely, sparkling AU fic where it was exactly the right length for what it was and it was just so charming, it was adorable and warm-hearted and just the right amount of fluff without being too sugary for me. It’s a simple scene, Obi-Wan is attracted to both his roommates, who are in a relationship with each other, and it’s getting distracting and of course they’re not helping. It’s just so… domestic and light-hearted and fun in exactly the right way, especially the resolution of it and the way Obi-Wan really does want to reach out and touch both of them. So much fun! ✦ untitled by themikeymonster + ialreadyreadthatfanfic + likealeafonthewind + phosphorescent-naidheachd, obi-wan/anakin/padme, 2.5k TPM AU where Padme has a (completely obvious) teenage crush on Padawan Obi-Wan. Little Anakin is slightly upset before promptly deciding he’ll just have to marry them both once he’s old enough. This is another one where it’s really more of a fic scenario/half-written fic than a proper one, but it’s totally enjoyable and hits a lot of buttons I’ve been thinking about lately, too! Anakin and marriage is a subject I have Thoughts about and this was fun to see come up and it’s just so adorable and charming and Anakin’s kind of a disaster, but a beautiful disaster and so utterly charming in said disastery, like for someone who’s so talented and good at things, he really is a disaster. ♥ And I love that he gets exactly what he wants, he marries his two beloved people (….which happens exactly as you’d expect from Anakin….) yet then they gang up on him and I love Anakin’s use of Tatooine cultural bits that nobody knows what the fuck he’s doing and he’s just so… Anakin Skywalker. It’s totally adorable and put such a big smile on my face to read this! ✦ The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars by A_Delicate_Fury, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & luke & leia & han & cast, time travel, 9.4k wip “I don’t know how this happened. I don’t yet know why. But this is definitely Anakin’s fault.” Chapter 2: This is an update rec that will focus on the current chapter, rather than the fic as a whole. This chapter is a little slower than the previous one, it’s all about Luke, Leia, and Han trying to figure out how to get along when they’re stranded on Jakku in their younger bodies, but will read very well when the fic gets longer, as it does a lot of set-up and little bits of details about what’s going on with all of them. It’s almost sort of domestic, as Luke works on machines, Han scrounges for whatever work he can, and Leia is feeling sick and trying to struggle through it. There’s definitely a sense of Imending Things swaying above all their heads, as well as Luke definitely feels the Force tugging on him, and I spent a lot of the chapter just itching for things to happen, the exact reaction I was supposed to have, but also there’s some really cute stuff along the way! Luke and Leia being adorable sunburnt moppets! Han being the galaxy’s oldest teenager! Some really adorable trio interaction, with protective!Han and cranky!Leia and Luke trying his best but the pressure gets to him, too! A lovely chapter and I’m eagerly awaiting more. ✦ untitled by stonefreeak, cody & yoda & cast, supreme chancellor!obi-wan au, ~1k Anonymous asked: I’d love to see the trooper’s views in all this. Exasperation at Kenobi not taken enough consideration of his safety. Worries that he’s not sleeping, forgetting to eat? What did they see that made them go to Yoda for help? This is part of a larger series that would probably help to have read at least the early pieces in first. I really enjoyed this piece, partly because I love characters who are focused on Obi-Wan, but also because I really enjoyed seeing Yoda care about Obi-Wan in his own way, there’s something… really warm-hearted and caring in this fic (and the whole AU) that really appeals and this was just entirely engaging and fun and good and about family, I loved it.

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deviantstormtrooper · 7 years

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Reunion Part Two

Chapter Two.

Obi-Wan woke from the dream that had plagued him since his fight with Anakin on Mustafar, it was always the same, always ended in Anakin yelling that he hated him. Obi-Wan sighed, he wished he could have been a better Master to Anakin. He would live with the guilt of failing Anakin for the rest of his life, because of him Anakin had fallen to the dark side and now he was dead. Obi-Wan sighed again, how had he managed to do so many things wrong by his padawan? He held his hand over his heart, losing Anakin and having to kill him still hurt. Obi-Wan fought to keep control over his emotions, to stop them from taking over him completely.

A movement beside him brought Obi-Wan out of his thoughts, he looked over at Adeliza, she was soundly asleep. Guilt ran through him again, he had used her to help him feel better, he had to try and be better man than he was right now. He had thought he was beyond giving into his impulsive feelings like he had done when he was a padawan. He sighed, how had he lost control of himself and used her like that? He watched her sleep for a few moments, the thought popped into his head that he wanted to watch her sleep every night. He tried to push the feeling down, tried to stop himself forming a stronger attachment to her than was already there.

Adeliza was lying on her back, her hair was tousled from their lovemaking the night before, she looked beautiful. Obi-Wan was confused, how can loving someone be bad when it made people feel good? How come the Jedi Order forbid people from forming attachments to each other, but are okay with people having sex? Surely if Jedi fell in love with each other then they would protect each other more fiercely in battle. He briefly wondered why he was having these thoughts now, had he lost his way as a Jedi? Was there any point in holding to Jedi traditions when the remainder of the Jedi were scattered to all parts of the galaxy? He feared he might be falling to the dark side, he sighed quietly, he needed to talk to someone about how he was feeling. Obi-Wan used the force to push Adeliza into a deeper sleep, he needed her fully asleep for what he was about to do.

Once Obi-Wan was certain that Adeliza wouldn't be waking up, he climbed out of the bed and pulled on some pants and his shirt. He made sure that Adeliza was covered up, he was sure she wouldn't appreciate her body being exposed to Qui-Gon. He smiled as she burrowed deeper into the covers, it was always cold on Tatooine at night. He settled himself down on the floor and rested his hands on his crossed legs. He closed his eyes and drifted into the deep meditative state that would allow him to talk to Qui-Gon. If ever he needed advice from his Master then it was now, he hoped that Qui-Gon would answer when he called out to him.

Several minutes passed and Obi-Wan finally felt the presence of his Master, he opened his eyes to see Qui-Gon as a force ghost hovering in front of him. “Master Qui-Gon.”

“Obi-Wan, it is good to see you.”

“You too, Master.”

“I sense you need to talk to me.”

“I do.” Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment, he wasn't sure how much Qui-Gon knew about everything that had happened. “Do you know about what happened to Anakin?”

“He has turned, he has gone to the dark side, I felt it through the force.”

“I'm sorry Master, I failed him, I failed you.” Qui-Gon shook his head.

“You have not failed me or anyone, Anakin sealed his own fate. Had he let you help him then he would have been able to return to the light.”

“I can't believe that, Master, he is my responsibility, I let him down.”

“There will come a time when you are able to believe it, the pain is still too near right now.” Obi-Wan gazed up at his Master, he hoped that Qui-Gon was right.

Qui-Gon looked into the eyes of his former padawan, he sensed the raw pain that Obi-Wan was feeling through the force bond he shared with him. Tucked away inside was another feeling, one that Obi-Wan was desperately trying to bury. “Obi-Wan, I sense you have something else you need to talk to me about.”

“No Master, I don't.” He noticed Obi-Wan's eyes shift to the side and he looked past him to see a figure curled up in the bed. “Are you sure you don't feel the need to talk about why there is a woman asleep in your bed?” Qui-Gon noticed Obi-Wan tense up at the mention of her and he knew that all he had to do was wait for his student to start talking.

The tension over what had happened with Adeliza crept through Obi-Wan's body, what if Qui-Gon told him to ask her to leave? “Do you remember Queen Amidala's handmaiden, Adeliza?”

“From Naboo when we went to deal with the Trade Federation? Yes, I do, you had a crush on her.”

“You knew about that?!” Obi-Wan exclaimed.

“Indeed I did, you blushed whenever she was around.” Obi-Wan heard Qui-Gon chuckle and he bit back a scowl, he was embarrassed now. “You used to stutter when you talked to her too.”

“I went to her after your death. I only intended to talk to her, but things happened between us.” Obi-Wan dropped his head, he hoped his Master wasn't too disappointed in him.

“Obi-Wan, look at me.” He waited until Obi-Wan lifted his head. “Did you seek comfort in her arms over the pain of losing me?” He saw the almost imperceptible nod from Obi-Wan. “It is nothing to be ashamed of, you were young, you needed to feel some comfort.”

“Why am I repeating the same mistakes now, Master? She came to me and I fell into her arms again because I lost Anakin.”

“I can't answer that for you, I think you know how you feel about her though.”

“Jedi aren't allowed to form attachments, I have to put my duty before my feelings.”

“Obi-Wan, the Jedi are no more, you are in hiding at the edge of Tatooine. You are alone and dealing with some very sad feelings. If Adeliza helps you with those feelings then it is right for you to be with her.”

“That doesn't mean I should abandon my duty to the people, I swore to protect them when I became a Jedi Knight. I swore I would put others before myself.” Qui-Gon sighed, his padawan had always been stubborn.

Obi-Wan did not know which was worse, his Master judging him for what he had done or not judging him for it. He looked back at Adeliza and the feelings he had for her started to push at the prison he had made for them. “Obi-Wan, you obviously have feelings for her, I can see they are tearing you apart because you are resisting them.”

“Aren't I supposed to resist them, feelings and passion will lead me to the dark side.”

“If you keep on denying them then they will lead you to the dark side.”

“How can you say that? You are a Jedi, Master!” Obi-Wan almost shouted.

“I see things clearer than most Jedi, attachment and love will make you stronger, Obi-Wan. Adeliza will be good for you, if you let her be.” Obi-Wan stared up at Qui-Gon, he wasn't sure what to do with the knowledge that he had been given.

The thoughts that were running through Obi-Wan's head were clear for Qui-Gon to hear, he sensed pain at war with love. “You were my padawan for years, I trained you. I know you Obi-Wan, you are a good man.”

“Anakin loved Padme and look where that got him, his passion got the better of him and he fell to the dark side because of it.”

“You are not Anakin, you are yourself, you will not fall as he did.”

“What if she doesn't want me in that way?”

“I think she does, she came to find you after years away from you.”

“I know she did.” Qui-Gon thought that Adeliza not loving him was what it was really about, Obi-Wan was afraid of being turned down by her. “I see the force around you both, it is pulling you together. The feelings you have for each other are creating the basis of a force bond.”

“A force bond,” Obi-Wan repeated, he had only ever felt such a thing with Qui-Gon and then with Anakin. He searched his mind and sure enough, Qui-Gon was right, the force bond with Adeliza had started to form.

Qui-Gon sensed the tumultuous thoughts that had been running through Obi-Wan's head start to slow down and be replaced with something more rational. “Love is not a straight path to the dark side, Obi-Wan, it will enrich your life and hers.” He hoped he was helping his former padawan. “Only you can make the decision as to what to do next, my friend. I know you will choose the right path for you and your feelings.”

“You have faith in me Master?”

“I do Obi-Wan, I always have.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“You're welcome.” Qui-Gon looked at his former padawan for a few moments more and he disappeared back into the force. Everything was up to Obi-Wan now, only he could make the decision whether or not to let himself fully fall in love.

Obi-Wan slowly stood up, talking with his Master had given him a lot to think about. He looked over his shoulder to check that Adeliza was still asleep, he was relieved to find that she had not moved. He went and stood at the window overlooking the desert, could everything that Qui-Gon said be true? Could denying how he felt about Adeliza lead him to the dark side? He thought that passion led straight to the dark side. Could it be that there is more to the force than he really knew? He knew his Master would not lie to him, he had seen the same honesty in Qui-Gon's eyes from when he was alive.

He reached out to the force bond with Adeliza that had started to form, it was delicate but it hinted at strength and compassion. It shimmered within the force, a promise of companionship and love held in it. Obi-Wan reached out with his mind and touched it, there was warmth held in it. Touching the force bond brought peace to Obi-Wan's mind, a peace that matched the one he had almost felt whilst making love to Adeliza the previous night. He closed his eyes and searched his feelings for Adeliza, could he let himself fall further in love with her than he already was? What would happen to him if he did let himself fall in love with her? What would happen to her if he told her how he felt about her? What if the Sith found him and came for him, she might get hurt as well. He slowly withdrew from Adeliza's mind, he did not want to wake her.

Adeliza felt the brushing of Obi-Wan's presence against her mind as she slept, she slowly opened her eyes and found herself alone in the bed. She lay still for a few seconds and let herself adjust to being awake. She realised that Obi-Wan's presence had gone and another one had started to take its place. As she lay there she heard a voice in her mind. Adeliza, don't give up on Obi-Wan, he needs time to work out how he feels for you. Be there for him, love him, he needs someone to stick with him. Look after my padawan for me, I am trusting you with his heart. I can see how you feel about him, you and your love are good for him. She recognised the voice of Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan's former Master. She nodded and she felt Qui-Gon's presence disappear from her mind, she knew he had seen her agree to his request.

She got out of the bed and wrapped her robe around her body, she felt the cold creeping in under the door of Obi-Wan's house. She carefully made her way across the floor to where Obi-Wan was stood by the window and she gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “Obi, are you all right?”

“I don't know, everything I once knew has gone. I've lost everyone, my Master, my padawan, my fellow Jedi. What am I supposed to do with my life now?” Obi-Wan took a deep breath and he continued. “My purpose in life has gone, I feel as though I have nothing left.” Adeliza gave Obi-Wan's shoulder a squeeze as he spoke. “I live out here away from people because they might find out who I am, I keep away from them because I have to.”

“You don't have to keep away from me, I know who you are.” Adeliza felt Obi-Wan tense up at her words, she wondered what had made him react that way.

“You cannot tell anyone who I am, if I am found out then Palpatine might come after me, I won't be the only one who is in danger.”

“Of course, your secret is safe with me.” Adeliza saw Obi-Wan visibly breathe out and relax at her promise not to tell anyone about him. “How much sleep have you had Obi?”

“A few hours, the dreams always wake me up during the night.”

“Do you want to talk about them?”

“No, I can't.”

“It's okay, you don't have to talk about them.” She sensed that Obi-Wan needed to be held more than he needed to talk at this moment in time.

Obi-Wan felt Adeliza's hands pushing his clothes away from his body, he put his hands on top of hers to stop her. “Adeliza, I can't do what we did last night again, I can't use you like that.”

“That's not what this is about, come with me.” She dropped the robe off her shoulders and she climbed into the bed. Obi-Wan followed her into the bed and lay next to her, he wondered what Adeliza was planning to do with him. He carefully turned over and lay his head on her shoulder and his arm snaked across her belly. “Skin to skin contact helps when someone is feeling out of sorts and upset. Being with someone like this lowers your heart rate and stress levels.” Obi-Wan hoped she was right, he was still feeling all the guilt and pain over Anakin's death at his hands.

Adeliza took a deep breath and she stroked her hand over Obi-Wan's hair. “I understand the pain you're going through. I know that sounds like a unlikely prospect as your heart is still hurting.” She moved her fingers to caress their way down his spine. “When my husband, Dalan, died there were some days I thought I would never survive the sadness. From time to time I thought it would drag me under and keep me there.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she was trying to be brave. “There were days I cried so much that I thought I'd never be able to stop. The worst part is I was powerless to stop him from dying, all I could do was hold him and comfort him.” Adeliza closed her eyes again, she had to keep it together.

Obi-Wan sensed the pain coming through the newly formed force bond between himself and Adeliza. He knew she wasn't lying, she genuinely understood the pain of loss that he was undergoing. He sighed as her fingers made patterns over his back. “It'll never be okay that Qui-Gon and Anakin are gone, but it will get better. There will be bad days and there will be not so bad days.” Obi-Wan stayed quiet, he wanted to let Adeliza talk and listen to what she had to say. “Going through loss is hard, it can be made easier by having someone to share it with. You can share how you feel with me, if you want to.” Adeliza stopped talking, but her fingers kept making those patterns across his back.

As Obi-Wan moved his head to lie on her chest and listen to her heart, Adeliza stroked his hair again. He swallowed deeply, her words had released something inside him and had somehow made him feel a bit better. He sighed as her hand moved across his hair, something about the way she did it was relaxing him. “Adeliza, I'm sorry for what happened between us yesterday, if it made you feel as though I used you.”

“It didn't, it made me feel alive. You're the first man I have been with since my husband died and I gave myself to you freely.”

“You didn't mind that I cried?”

“Of course not, being intimate with someone often releases emotions held inside of a person.”

“What about you, did you feel anything when we were together?” He saw her formulating an answer in her mind and waited for her to tell him how she'd felt during their time together.

Adeliza stilled her hand on the back of Obi-Wan's head and she sighed quietly. “I felt sad for you, you are obviously in a great deal of pain.”

“Anything else?”

“I never stopped caring for you Obi-Wan, never, seeing you again has made me happy. I know it could have been in better circumstances, but I'm happy to be here with you.”

“I never stopped caring for you either, even though our duties separated us.”

“I'm not sure what will happen next, but know this, I will be here for you when you need me.”

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan said.

“Any time.” Adeliza felt Obi-Wan shift his position and she looked up into his eyes as he gazed down at her.

Obi-Wan was struck once again by Adeliza's beauty, he used his fingers to trace the outline of her face and lips. He committed her face to his memory and closed his eyes when her hand drifted down the side of his face. Her gentle touch was enough to make him sigh in a mix of happiness and sadness. He wasn't sure what was going to happen with Adeliza, he still wasn't sure if he could allow himself to fall more in love with her. He settled his head back down on her chest, her heartbeat calming and relaxing him. Obi-Wan used the time to try and make sense of how he felt. He felt conflicted, being a Jedi meant giving up attachments to others for the sake of duty, why then, did being with Adeliza feel so good? Being in her arms felt right to him, it gave him a sense of comfort when his sadness threatened to overwhelm him. He heard her humming a song to him and he felt his eyes start to close as her fingers moved slowly through his hair. “Rest Obi,” he heard her whisper. “You are safe in my arms.” He buried himself in her arms, having his sleep disrupted by dreams of Anakin had made him tired. He felt himself drift off to sleep as she held him close to her.

Adeliza watched as Obi-Wan fell asleep in her arms again, she held him close as he rested. She thought about what Qui-Gon had said to her, he was trusting her with Obi-Wan's heart. She felt the weight of the duty he had placed on her, she hoped she could live up to how much he had trusted her. She promised to do her best to look after Obi-Wan and try to piece his broken heart and emotions back together. She felt something growing between herself and Obi-Wan, a connection between them that she hadn't felt before. She wondered what it was and if Obi-Wan felt it too. Adeliza hoped that Qui-Gon would continue looking out for Obi-Wan, he had always loved his Master like a father. She remember how strong their connection with each other had been when she had met them on Naboo. She sighed quietly, how long ago that had been, many things had changed.

She tightened her arms around Obi-Wan and held him closer to her, he had been through so much and lost so many people. She vowed that she would not leave his side for as long as he wanted her with him, she would love him if he let her. She would keep the promise that she had made to Qui-Gon, she would love Obi-Wan and take care of him for the rest of his life. “I love you, Obi-Wan,” she whispered to him as he slept. She harboured the hope in her heart that one day she might hear him say it to her. Adeliza closed her eyes and she drifted off to sleep with the man she loved in her arms.

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