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I really think Anakin would've calmed tf down in ROTS if Obi-Wan pulled him into a broom closet, pressed him up against the door and suffocated him with kisses while murmuring about how much he needs him.

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daily pic of ewan that makes me want to blow him

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EWAN MCGREGOR – Halston (2021)

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Been thinking about the George Lucas impression Ewan did in an interview with Michael Parkinson and I have seen absolutely no mention of it anywhere on this site so I might as well post it here

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The thing I love about Anakin Skywalker is that he’s so submissive and breedable and you can totally tell he just wants Obi to hold him down and fuck the shit out of him until he cries but like he’s got CHEEK.

They have like a siginificant age difference of 16 years and I’ve seen relationships between an older person and a younger person in media and they love to have the young person be this timid and meek little thing 

And that’s not Anakin. He gives Obi so much cheek, like he’s constantly back talking him, all the time, and he’s constantly challenging his Master and disobeying. But in the end he really really really wants Obi-Wan’s approval and affection. He wants to be the only person his Master sees.

Basically, what I’m saying is, He’s not a pushover even though he loves his Master.

Which is why I can totally see him as being such a sub to Obi

Like I see Obi as like a soft stern dom, and he’s out here softly talking Anakin through it while Anakin is just babbling incoherently and crying and can only say Obi-Wan’s name. He loves to back talk but at the end of the day he just needs his Master to take care of him.

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Forever thinking about that one obikin commission you said on X you got from the magnificent artist skynobi. Will you ever share it with us wretched and needful fellow obikin souls?

Like a Christmas present for us poor beggars 🥺

it's so sweet that you remembered that. every few days i myself remember i have it and go stare at it for a bit. and because you asked so nicely, here it is. artist, as you said, is the wonderful @skynobi

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Heyo! Just saw you're taking prompts. If it's up your alley, maybe something with rich and famous (politician, actor, businessman) Obi-Wan meeting grad student Anakin?

Oh I had a lot of fun writing this one 😆

Thank you for this prompt that made me cringe every five seconds for Anakin, I hope you'll like it as I took some liberties with Obi's occupations 🫶🏻

(Still taking prompts ☄️)

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"Anakin, no."

"Oh, Anakin fucking yes." The concerned one retorted with an ominous grin as his gaze traveled slowly to the other side of the cafeteria. "Have you looked at him ?"

"I did !" The brunette seated in front of him hissed. "And I won't let you mess with one of my father's best friends just because you can't keep it in your pants !"

Anakin's grin widened as his eyes stayed glued to the man queueing at the self-service desk with a salad on his tray.

"I wonder how he is keeping it in his pants. It looks hug- Ouch !"

Anakin jolted back to his friend all the while reaching under the table to massage his shin with a wince.

"Did you just hit me ?!"

Padme glared at him from above her own half-eaten salad, arms crossed against her slim chest.

"Stop staring at my father's friend like a freaking pervert ! You're going to get him and us in trouble."

Anakin sniffed as his lips turned to a pout. He shrugged.

"Your father doesn't have to know about it. I know how to be discreet. I know plenty of places where you can suck a dick without anyone know- I'm joking. I'm joking !"

He quickly raised his legs on his chair as Padme's glare intensified, but as tall as he was he still managed to hit his knees under the table anyway.

"I know you're not joking." Padme sighed, but she was a woman of little faith, or she knew him too well. He preferred to believe the former.

"You're the one always complaining about my lack of romantic life." Anakin pointed out.

"Sucking stranger's dicks in old abandoned classrooms is not what I call a romantic life, Anakin." His friend retorted flatly.

"Maybe he's the love of my life ?" Anakin tried. "He's totally my type. Do you want me to live sad and alone my entire life because you didn't let me find out ?"

"You don't even have a type !" Padme exclaimed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "You think that every fling you've got is the love of your life !"

"Well, there's only one way to find out." Anakin replied, crossing his arms against his chest as well, like it could protect his bruised ego from his friend's absolutely false allegations. "And I do have a type."

"What is it then ?"

"Him."

"You're insufferable." Padme groaned, pushing her meal away. "Plus, he's at least twice your age. He's probably married with three kids, a dog and a monospace."

"You could always ask..."

Anakin knew he was becoming a pain in Padme's ass at an alarming rate, but he couldn't help it. The attraction he had felt when the man had entered the amphitheatre earlier in the morning to present their robotic company was something he hadn't experienced in a long time. Or ever.

"I'm certainly not asking my father about his friend that you want to fuck."

Hearing Padme lose her calm and use the word "fuck" was one of the rare delights in Anakin's current life. He could have stopped there, but he had never learned to be reasonable.

"Oh, come on. I'm not going to fuck him, he's going to fuck me."

"It's the same thing ! You know what I mean."

"Well, it's not exactly the same-" Anakin grinned, ready to give her some details as a revenge for the comments on his love life, when someone cleared his throat behind him.

"Hello there. I hope I'm not interrupting something. I was looking for a place to sit but it seems like the whole room is already packed with starving students."

Anakin closed his mouth with an audible click, before slowly turning his head to the unmistakable accent he had fallen in love with during the last two hours. And stared.

Kenobi was standing next to their table, in his white shirt and well-fitted sandy pants, holding his tray in his strong hands - no rings in sight - and Anakin felt like falling in love all over again. His eyes were even bluer now that he could see them up close, little streaks of gray interwoven in the copper of his beard, a cute little mole decorating the top of his right cheek and as Anakin's eyes focused on his nose he realized he had some adorable freckles there. Absolutely perfect.

"Can I sit there ?" The man asked, and Anakin realized he must have stared awkwardly for a long time when Padme stepped on his foot under the table.

He winced as she gestured to the man to take place.

"Of course, Mister Kenobi." She answered, all the while sending a murderous gaze to her friend. "It would be a pleasure."

"Why, thank you." The man replied with a polite smile, before putting his tray down next to Padme's, so Anakin was right in front of him. "You already seem to know me, so should I deduce that you were at the presentation earlier on ?"

"This one was." Padme replied, nodding at Anakin. "I'm just keeping him company during lunch."

"Oh, I see." The man smiled, before turning his attention to Anakin, who hadn't stopped staring. "And you are...?"

Anakin blinked, and it took another blow on his shin for him to get it together.

"Uh... I'm Skywalker. Anakin Skywalker, I mean. You can just call me Anakin, tho-" He stammered awkwardly as the man in front of him raised an eyebrow.

Anakin closed his mouth as a faint blush crept on his cheeks. If first impressions were important, he was certain he had just fucked up that part.

"Well, nice to meet you and your friend, Anakin Skywalker." Kenobi smiled lightly before holding out a hand to him.

Anakin's brain froze for a moment. Was the man asking for something ? He looked at his hand, before looking over the table, finally searching for his friend's eyes when he found nothing to give him.

Padme was looking at him with wide eyes that screamed "are you stupid ?", and Anakin probably was because it took a couple of seconds and Padme to mouth him "just shake it" to finally understand what was going on.

"Oh, uh- Sorry." He mumbled before reaching out to shake Kenobi's hand, the blush spreading to his ears and the tip of his nose.

He didn't dare look at him in the eyes after such a display of stupidity but Kenobi didn't seem to mind. He gently shook Anakin's hand, but when he was supposed to let go, he didn't. Instead, his fingers circled Anakin's wrist and he turned it slightly with an interested noise.

"What model is that, if you don't mind me asking ?"

Anakin blinked, then frowned. He dared looking up only to find out that Kenobi was closely examining his prosthesis with light touches and curiosity written on his features. Of course. How could he forget who he was talking to ? The man probably invented the blueprint of the model he wore right now.

"It's... Something I made myself." He admitted coily. "I know it's not perfect but-"

"You made this yourself ?" Kenobi interrupted him, surprise pushing his voice a note higher. "Really ?"

"Really." Anakin replied, letting a nervous laugh as the man looked at the prosthesis with renewed interest.

He glanced at Padme, who shrugged.

"This is excellent work." Kenobi finally stated, letting Anakin take his hand back. "You're talented."

Anakin immediately regretted the lack of contact, the warmth of Kenobi's hand on the sensors of his artificial skin. And he was all flustered by the compliment. Most people didn't even dare look at his prosthesis, even less ask questions about it.

"Thank you, sir. It means a lot coming from someone like you." He said, before clearing his throat and adding. "I lost it in a motorbike accident."

He didn't know why he had felt the need to share this information but he almost heard Padme internally facepalm in front of him. He didn't dare look in her direction.

"Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that." Kenobi replied, his eyes softening in a way that made Anakin's heart ache.

"It's okay." He managed. "It was a long time ago."

2 years, in fact.

"So you ride ?" Kenobi asked.

"I did." Anakin nodded. "But Padme wouldn't let me after the accident."

A glint of recognition suddenly lighted up in Kenobi's eyes at the words, and he turned to Anakin's friend.

"Miss Amidala ! I'm so confused, I didn't even recognize you."

"It's been a while." Padme acknowledged with a smile. "I might have been twelve at the time ? Thirteen ?"

"You sure have grown up." Kenobi laughed. "Your father told me you wished to enter the Senate in a couple of years ?"

"Indeed." Padme smiled sheepishly. "I hope so."

She looked at her watch, before looking at Anakin.

"Speaking of, I should get back to my office." She got up with her tray. "Mister Kenobi, it's been a pleasure. Anakin, I see you tomorrow."

Anakin blew her a little kiss as the man shook her hand as well, saying something about her career and her father but he wasn't listening anymore. He was looking at Kenobi, at his gentle face and the softness of his hands, and the interest he showed for Anakin's craft. It made him look even more sexy. He had to try something. Anything.

"So," Kenobi turned back to him as Padme walked away. He leaned forward slightly, putting his elbows on the table, his meal completely ignored by now. "Do you miss riding ?"

Anakin raised his eyebrows, a bit taken aback by the question. But the answer was easy.

"Yes." He admitted. "A lot."

"Do you have any classes this afternoon ?"

"I- Uh, I have one." Anakin frowned. "Why ?"

Kenobi leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms against his chest, his gaze slowly traveling up and down Anakin's form, making the young man squirm on his seat.

"What do you say I take you for a ride so we can go grab a coffee and talk about your future in my company ?"

Anakin's jaw dropped on the table. It was the boldest thing someone has ever asked him, for a lot of different reasons. If Kenobi wanted to steal his heart, he couldn't have done it any other way.

"I- Are you serious ?!" He couldn't help but blurt out.

"Dead serious." Kenobi nodded. "Your talent and your work deserve to grow in an environment that allows you to be at your best."

"I mean- I mean, for the ride ?" Anakin stuttered, not believing his ears. "You'd let me ride your bike ?"

"Oh yeah." Kenobi grinned. "My bike, too."

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warriors who rub their foreheads together (bonded pair)

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Obikin Underground Racing AU

Anakin’s Nth Fantasy

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[Follow-up to this AU] [AO3 version]

Sitting in on a trial with Obi-Wan was a special kind of torture.

Today, he was dismantling some accountant's flaky numbers with a quiet, surgical efficiency that made Anakin tingle all over. How he'd even noticed the tiny discrepancy in the transaction history was beyond Anakin; he'd gotten lost in the retelling two minutes in. But Obi-Wan had latched onto it, pulling the thread until the man's entire testimony unraveled before the judge.

When Obi-Wan finally sat back down next to him, the witness now fumbling under the state attorney's cross-examination, Anakin's nose was immediately filled with the scent of his cologne. It was a scent he'd grown used to over the past several months, one he now associated with a pleasant, humming state of awareness in his whole body.

It was so easy to get lost in it. So easy to tune out the floundering witness and imagine they were somewhere else entirely. So easy to fall into his now-favorite fantasy of Ben asking for help washing his M3.

With time, the daydreams had gotten bolder, more revealing. Less easy to hide when he was experiencing them in front of other people.

Fuck, if his boss only knew what he was thinking.

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babygirl just wants to be dommed

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Nuh uh, why does bro look like that???? I’m gonna die. This photo shoot was insane, earth shattering.

I’m screaming, look at him!!!! The hair, the beard, his Arms!!!!

He’s so daddy, the daddiest of all daddies.

oh my god, even his stress lines are sexy. Someone shoot me

That’s professor Kenobi right there

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OBI-WAN KENOBI 2022 | dir. Deborah Chow

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Prompt: Anakin sits in his backyard every afternoon, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of Obi-Wan gardening next door. One day, Anakin's mischievous cat creates the perfect opportunity for an unexpected encounter over the hedge.

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The afternoon sun filters through the maple leaves as Anakin sits cross-legged on his back porch, watching Artoo explore the garden with that peculiar combination of grace and chaos. The little black cat's enormous ears swivel like satellite dishes, picking up every rustle and chirp in the suburban landscape.

Anakin loves these quiet moments—just him, his ridiculous cat, and the peaceful bubble of his backyard. Well, mostly peaceful. There's always the awareness that Obi-Wan might be in his own garden next door, tending to those prize-winning roses he's so proud of.

Anakin tries not to think about those dreams he's been having lately—vivid, heated fantasies where Obi-Wan's careful gardener's hands map every part of his skin with reverent slowness, dirt still under his nails as he grips Anakin's hips and pulls him closer.

Dreams where that voice drops to a husky whisper against the sensitive hollow of his throat, lips brushing skin as he murmurs darling boy and sweetheart while those strong, patient fingers trace patterns down his spine, learning every curve and hollow. In his dreams, Obi-Wan takes his time—always so methodical, so thorough—working him open with maddening patience, pressing gentle kisses to his shoulders while his hands worship every trembling muscle, every heated part of skin.

But sometimes, in the fevered urgency of these fantasies, it's fast and heated—desperate mouths and grasping hands, Obi-Wan's composure finally cracking as he presses Anakin against sun-warmed wood, breathless words of want tumbling between kisses. In these dreams, there's no patience left, only raw need and the intoxicating thrill of seeing the controlled, proper Obi-Wan completely undone by desire. He dreams of being taken right there in the garden, Obi-Wan's mouth hot and demanding as he claims every part of Anakin's body with an almost feral hunger.

He's woken up more than once with Obi-Wan's name spilling from his lips like a prayer, sheets twisted around his legs and his body singing with want, aching and desperate and utterly ruined for anyone else.

Artoo disappears behind the large hydrangea bush that marks the property line, and Anakin can hear him rustling around in the mulch. Probably hunting for beetles or getting into some other mischief.

"Artoo," Anakin calls, but gets no response—typical cat behavior.

The rustling continues, more vigorous now, and Anakin sighs as he gets to his feet. He walks over to the shrub, noting the way his pulse quickens as he approaches the boundary between his yard and Obi-Wan's. It's ridiculous how a simple hedge can feel so charged.

Without thinking, Anakin pokes his head around the bush and practically shouts, "My beautiful little troublemaker, what on earth are you getting into back there?"

Except instead of finding his cat, he finds himself face-to-face with Obi-Wan Kenobi. The man straightens up from where he's been crouched by a prize-winning rose bush, watering can in hand, and Anakin's breath catches. Obi-Wan looks broader up close, with strong shoulders that fill out his faded blue gardening shirt, the fabric soft with age and streaked with dirt. His khakis cling to muscular thighs, with soil-stained knees.

The afternoon light catches the copper and silver threads in his beard, and those eyes are a startling shade of blue-gray. There's a flush creeping up his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt, and Anakin feels his pulse pick up as recognition and surprise flicker across Obi-Wan's face.

"Oh," Obi-Wan says, his voice soft despite the obvious shock. "I'm... watering my roses. And you?"

Anakin feels heat flood his face as he realizes what just happened. His neighbor thinks Anakin was talking to him. Called him a beautiful little troublemaker, to be exact.

"I was—my cat—" Anakin stammers, gesturing helplessly. "Artoo went behind the bush and I thought—I was talking to my cat."

Something shifts in Obi-Wan's expression, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Ah. Of course. Artoo, you said?"

As if summoned by his name, the little black cat emerges from deeper in the hedge, a leaf stuck to one of his oversized ears. He blinks up at both men with those enormous green eyes, completely unbothered by the awkwardness he's caused.

"That's him," Anakin says, grateful for the distraction. "He's… very curious."

"He's lovely," Obi-Wan says, and Anakin catches the way his eyes linger on the cat's distinctive features—the pixie-like face, the alert ears, the mischievous expression. "Those eyes are remarkable."

"Yeah, he's pretty special." Anakin bends to scoop up Artoo, who purrs and nuzzles into his neck. "Sorry for... startling you."

"Think nothing of it." Obi-Wan's smile becomes more genuine, transforming his whole face, and Anakin feels something flutter in his stomach. "Though I have to say, it's the most interesting gardening interruption I've had in years."

There's something in his tone—warm, almost playful—that makes Anakin's heart skip.

"Well, Artoo does have a talent for causing scenes."

"Does he now?" Obi-Wan sets down his watering can and takes a step closer to the hedge. "And what about his owner? Does he share that particular talent?"

The question hangs in the air between them, loaded with possibility. Anakin swallows hard, acutely aware of how close they're standing, how the scent of roses and something distinctly Obi-Wan drifts across the small space.

"I might," Anakin admits, his voice coming out rougher than intended. "Causing scenes, I mean."

"Interesting." Obi-Wan's eyes drop to Anakin's mouth for just a moment before meeting his gaze again. "I happen to find scenes rather... stimulating. When they're the right kind."

Artoo chooses that moment to leap from Anakin's arms and dart back toward the house, leaving the two men staring at each other across the hydrangea bush. The silence stretches, full of unspoken possibilities.

"I should probably..." Anakin starts, but trails off when Obi-Wan shakes his head slightly.

"Perhaps next time you're looking for your beautiful little troublemaker," Obi-Wan says, emphasizing the words with gentle teasing, "you might find him in my garden. I wouldn't mind the company."

Anakin's breath catches, and he has to grip the hedge to steady himself.

"The cat, you mean."

"Among others," Obi-Wan replies, and this time his smile is downright sinful—a slow curve of lips that transforms his features into something dangerously attractive. His voice drops to a whisper, intimate and promising, and Anakin feels heat race through his veins.

As Anakin walks back to his house on unsteady legs, he can't help but grin. Maybe causing scenes isn't such a bad thing after all—especially when they involve kind neighbors with the most beautiful smile he's ever seen.

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Broke: Anakin doesn't have any jedi friends his own age because he didn't fit in/Palpatine isolated him

Woke: Anakin doesn't have any jedi friends his own age because all his classmates keep trying to sleep with his Master and it's driving him crazy. If ONE more person asks him for Obi-Wan’s number he's gonna scream.

Ahsoka: Skyguy! Did you know the senior padawans put out a yearbook?? You'll never guess who won MILF (Master I'd Like To Fuck) of the year!!!

Anakin, not looking up: It’s Obi-Wan.

Ahsoka: ...huh did you already see it?

Anakin, with a thousand yard stare: It's always Obi-Wan. It's been Obi-Wan for the last 10 years Snips.