#Obi-Wans cheeks are already pink

[lightasthesun]

okay okay but Cody in one of these shirts after the republic won the war (no order 66) and when Obi-Wan sees him again for the first time after Cody got his new wardrobe he's all flustered and says:

“you wear fine things well, Cody” :''*

[anakinsdove]

𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader

summary: you and anakin arranged a date in your apartment tonight… yes like a normal couple.

c/w: fluff, (and a little bit angsty) ani is in love and so are you, dates dates dates, movie night.

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 2,819

“So you’re free tonight right?” “Yes” Anakin confirms for the millionth time today… it’s not your fault tho, you just wanna make sure this evening goes exactly as planned, it’s not every night you can arrange a date with your boyfriend though it’s exactly what you and him want, but after all, you’re not a normal couple, he’s a Jedi and not to mention dating it’s forbidden for Jedis, he’s also very busy… you pull at his hair excitedly and he hisses a little. “Wait! What movie are we watching?” You ask, and he nuzzles his face in your chest “Not Bribery” “Is that the one about the alien that-” “Yes that one” “It’s a good movie though” “Of course it’s not” your eyes widen at his disrespect…

“I can’t believe you actually said that” “it’s true” you grumble quietly and he chuckles… his eyes remain closed when he suddenly hears his communicator beeping “Is that-” he groans and answers

“Anakin, you must’ve report to the temple immediately” it’s obi wan “Be right there master” there’s clearly annoyance in his voice, and his heart sinks at your disappointed expression written all over your pretty face… “Hey… the sooner I go the sooner I’ll be back okay?” You can only nod already accepting that the date night is already canceled, you think it’s really selfish wanting to keep him all to yourself, after all he’s a Jedi, he saves lives, he does it for the republic, he does it everyday, why can’t you have him for a couple of hours?

“Look love… don’t worry, you go and get yourself all dolled up, I promise the date isn’t cancelled okay?” You can only hope it’s true… you think it’ll be more painful to get yourself ready and having to take your pretty dress off, make up and hairstyle, later when he never shows up than to accept it now, but he’s making you a promise and he will keep it

“I’ll be waiting” you say and kiss his cheek, he grins at this and closes the door and hear from the other side “I’ll be here at 9:00” you nod forgetting he can’t see you…

5:45 PM

There’s a lot left to do, but where to start? Is the real question, you decide to start with cleaning around a little bit, you move the couch only to find Anakin’s beanie you knitted for him Anakin you grumbled angrily “It’s in my drawer I’m sure” he said a while ago when you questioned him why he didn’t wear it anymore… a few minutes later everything is done and the next step is to start dolling yourself up, you want this to be special and none of your dresses seem to match your expectation… too pink, too red, too elegant, too informal, wrong print? too short? I don’t think that would bother Anakin at all but it bothers you for some reason, it’s like your first date all over again, the butterflies, the anxiety and the unbelievable excitement… it was a great date, considering his padawan braid got stuck in your necklace, you cringe at the memory.

After what feels like an eternity you pick a dress… it’s beautiful purple and it has the “right” length, deciding to ignore the complete disaster you made in your closet, buuuuut now… your nails don’t match the stupid dress! Trying to grab your pretty lilac nail polish a knocking the rest of your make up over, you gasp when you hear your eyeshadow palette breaking and see pigment on the ground “oh no” the sadness in your voice equals to a kicked puppy, you kneel on the ground to dust it away.. it was your favorite palette, the pretty and expensive one, whimpering when you throw it in the trash.

Now you’re painting your nails sad and not even doing it right, there’s nail polish all over your fingers… what the fuck? The shower will take care of it

7:09 PM

Fuck! Everything it’s taking longer than usual, you haven’t even showered yet!

You undress yourself and get in a little bit too quick, the water is still cold, it makes you wince, but there’s not enough time and Anakin said he would be here at 9:00… your makeup, take out, your outfit, the candles? It’s not that you can’t do anything right it’s just that the excitement bubble you feel in your stomach betrays you and turns into anxiety. He would be happy to spend an evening with you in the sand just to be by your side, Anakin wouldn’t notice the small details that make you pull your hair, or maybe he would and wouldn’t even care, or maybe he would care-

8:54 PM

The rest of your routine goes slightly more smoothly, everything is set and now you’re just waiting for Anakin to arrive, you sigh and pray that everything goes as planned from now on.

9:01

9:07

9:15

9:23

9:28

Since when is your couch so big? And why do you feel the clock is ticking too loud for your liking? Your dress feels so tight and then is inevitable… You feel the familiar sensation of tears welling up in your eyes “You think it’ll be more painful to get yourself ready and having to take your pretty dress off, make up and hairstyle, later when he never shows up than to accept it now, but he’s making you a promise and he will keep it”

But then there’s an urgent knocking on your door, one that you could’ve never mistake, the kind of knocking that wants to take the stupid door down and your practically jump from the couch and sprint towards the door, opening it with shaky hands… And there he is… he’s frowning and gripping the bouquet of flowers in his hands anxiously, already damaging the wrapper that holds it together. “Y/n” he says breathlessly and he immediately stops when he notices the tears in your eyes.

Your eyes switch to his face to his eyes lips then the bouquet, taking all of him so you can remember this later, his robes are muddy “Ani-" he places the flowers at a nearby table and instantly takes your face in his hands “What’s the matter doll?” He asks and wipes your tears away.. it actually makes you melt.

“I thought you weren’t coming” Your voice comes out small and you feel a little sad for not trusting him from the begging, he promised he would be here and here he is…. “I’m sorry for being so late Y/N I- the mission was- it’s not important” “Are you okay?” You ask, he gives you a small smile and nods “Everything is alright, everyone as well” you sigh in relief “That’s good my love, congrats” you hug him, he’s still sad at the sight of your dried tears on your cheeks, but at least your mascara is still intact.

“You sure that’s all?” Your grip around him tightens as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, suddenly your struggles from earlier don’t seem like a big deal after his own deal being a Jedi is responsibility aswell. “I almost messed up our date?” “Huh? And why’s that love?” And you finally look up at him “I dunno… it’s silly”

“It can’t be silly if it bothered you enough to make you cry” you want to argue and say It is but he might be right and you don’t know better “First I found out you did loose the scarf I made you-” “Where is it!?” He asks excitedly “Then I didn’t like any of my dresses… it took me forever, then my nails wouldn’t match my dress and I dropped my eyeshadow palette-“ “The pretty one with the pink tones?” “Yes, that one” “Aw, I’m sorry doll” “It’s okay… then I got in the shower and the water was freezing and then you wouldn’t show up!” Anakin cringes at the last part and you continue “I-I’m sorry, all of this sounds really stupid compared to any kind of problem you face daily as Jedi-” “Normal” “Huh?” “Your problems are… are normal… I like normal” “Oh… You do?” “Of course Y/N… after dealing with the war everyday and the council… this, this is exactly what I need” you chuckle “Well it’s always a pleasure to be ordinary enough for you” “I didn’t mean it like that-” “I know” you giggle… “I wish our life would be this domestic sometimes, can you imagine? You, me and two little mini you running around the house?” Children… he’s thinking about children, that gives you a reality check, any silly doubt you might have about your relationship is gone just like that because he’s actually dreaming about a life with you, and you wouldn’t prefer any different.

“I would love that” you say sincerely… “They would have your eyes and my hair…. Your eyebrows” He traces them delicately “And maybe my personality, one each” that makes you beam “I can’t wait” “Me neither” He takes your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly… it’s nice and delicate, he hums in the kiss and takes the chance to slide his tongue in his mouth, you suck at it softly and after a few seconds you pull away only to find the completely head over heels gaze he’s giving you.

“You’re all muddy” you say “I didn’t see the hole in the ground-” you shake your head in disbelief and take his hand in yours to guide him to your bathroom “It was Obi wan’s fault!” Now.. how could that possibly be Obi wan’s fault? But you let him ramble. “Undress” you say

“Oh you would’ve loved that wouldn’t you?” he teases and you punch him in the shoulder jokingly. He starts taking his robes off while you start filling the tub, the water is warm this time and you pour a little of your lavander soap in “Hey i thought you wanted a show” he says teasingly, because you made him undress and you didn’t even watch… that’s a shame honestly. “Get in baby” he can’t resist you or a warm bath when needed.

The water is instantly soothing for his aching muscles… he groans and tilts his head back, opening his eyes to find you looking at him adoringly “Thank you my love” he says and you lean in to kiss his cheek “You’re very welcome Ani” you throw him your old rubber duck in he laughs, he closes his eyes and sighs, he couldn’t ask for anything better in life… his eyes remain closed for a few seconds “C’mon Baby don’t pass out… you could’ve drown” “Mmm I know you wouldn’t let me” “Don’t be so sure” he opens his eyes wide and you cackled. “Close your eyes” you say “Make up your mind” he teases but does as you say, You take a small recipient with warm water and pour it over his head, gently soaking his curls, he tilts his head forward like a child, then you pour some of the apple shampoo on your hand, you figured out he liked the scent and you start gently massaging his scalp and smile when you see bubbles, his eyes peaked open to look at your loving and concentrating expression, he’s melting but when your nails escaped along his scalp he purrs… the night goes on and when you’re done washing his hair and his bubble bath is over he turns the shower on to wash his body… you wait for him with a fluffy bath towel, he smiles when he sees you and he wraps himself in it.

He follows you into your bedroom where he find a pair of his sweatpants he keeps in here, the sweater you knitted for him, a pair of your fluffy socks and clean boxers, he gives you a grateful smile… when he’s done he wraps his arms around you and you lean on him as he rubs your back “You’re a little tense hun” “Whaaat? No I’m” “Lay down” you look up at him with puppy eyes “Lay down on your stomach c’mon” And who are you to complain when Anakin Skywalker gives an order.

You lay down on the bed and he takes your heels off and kisses up your calf, and okay you weren’t completely lying, you’re still not completely sure you’re actually tense and that Anakin only wants an excuse to touch you, but his touch already feels amazing… “M’sorry I didn’t say it earlier but you look absolutely beautiful, every single detail about you is perfect” that means a lot to you “Thank you… You’re So Perfect-” he starts kissing down you back covering your spine with kisses, his hands find the zip or your dress “Gonna unzip your dress okay? I’m gonna take it off” “Yeah” you say already agreeing with anything he says, he chuckles, his hand unzips your dress nice and slow while his eyes trace every detail of your back… moles, marks, tattoos, anything… wait that looks like a constellation… he takes the dress off leaving you only in your bra and panties “This too” he pulls at your bra and you roll your eyes not annoyed at all “alright” he instantly unclasps your bra and you lift yourself so he can take it off, his touch is gentle when he slides the straps down your shoulders… his gaze lingers on your chest and you giggle “My massage” “Oh! Right” He pushes your on your stomach again, his hands dig into your shoulder blades and you make a little sound when his metal hand touches your back, it’s cold and it feels good for some reason “There’s a knot here” he says and pushes deeper to massage your skin, you moan and his ears perk up at the sound but he pushes those thoughts to the back of his head for your own sake and his “Ani… that feels really good” “I know” he says cockily and keeps working his magic, suddenly his hands grip your ass and you gasp “You’re tense here too” he massages the skin and you actually think you’re muscles are grateful… the feeling want to make your thighs squeeze Not now You think.

10 minutes later he’s done and you’re actually sleepy, he takes one of your sweaters out of your drawer and you try to put it on but he does it for you, unfortunately his hand tickles your ribs and you giggle, he looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes… “Would you like to watch a movie” he kisses your neck and you close your eyes “Sure!” You beam, “Okay… I’ll make the pop corn” he keeps kissing you and you think he might never stop and make the damn pop corn, though you’re not sure you want him to stop you whimper and your breathing heaves “I’ll go now… promise” however he keeps kissing you and you take the chance to tickle his ribs, he cackles and takes the queue to leave.

You realize you still have makeup on your face and you curse at yourself, feeling lazy to take it off but going to the bathroom and washing your face no matter how much you wanna eat pop corn and get into his arms you want.. he comes back 5 minutes later with the bowl of pop corn and two drinks… you beam at the sight of snacks and he chuckles “Are you happy to see me or the popcorn?” “Both”

“We’re watching Bribery” you say simply “Whatever” he says clearly not happy with your choice but happier nonetheless to be here, he thinks it’s cute how much you like this shitty movie… you nuzzle into his arms and 40 minutes later you’re starting to fall asleep.

“It’s time to sleep love” “Nuh uh” you say with your eyes already closed “What why not?” He asks curiously, your body says otherwise

“You still haven’t fucked me, date night it’s not over” you say boldly and he cackles

“It’s alright love, I’ll promise I’ll fuck you in the morning”

“Promise?”

“Promise”

He stays up for a little after you fell asleep, admiring your features and tracing them gently with his knuckle, careful to not harm you, to not wake you up or disturb you in any way “I love you… more than anything in the entire universe…” something sparked inside him watching your sleep so vulnerable and with your guard completely down, trusting him completely.. “And I would never let something bad happen to you…” he kisses your forehead and stares at you with pure adoration in his eyes… he truly loves you… he tries to find a word bigger than that to state his love for you but the sleepiness is finally getting to him too…

“G’night” he mutters and lastly kisses your nose.

masterslist 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗱𝗼𝘃𝗲 © --- all rights reserved. no reposting/translating/ copying will be tolerated.

dividers- @i92-93

[laylaplease]

Warnings — Birthday sex, dom!Anakin, praise, oral sex (Fem receiving), fingering, clit play, nipple play, slight daddy kink, pet names, missionary sex, hinted overstimulation. Ani's a worshipper in this one <3

Word count — 2.5k

Notes — Requested by a celebrating reader, happy birthday, pretty! 🤍🍪

Princess treatment wasn't something you weren't used to while being in a relationship with Anakin — the man goes above and beyond to satisfy your every need and desire, even the ones you're not aware of yourself. Your birthdays weren't an exception.

The morning sun shining through your Coruscant's apartment windows wasn't the thing that woke you from your slumber like every other day; this time it was Anakin's hands grabbing your thighs open and diving his head deep between your folds. "My sweet flower, I'm going to devour you all morning..." He had spent at least an hour all the way down, lapping on your wetness like a starved man while muttering endless praises and happy birthday wishes. And the best part is that he did not deny you any of the orgasms that shattered through your sleepy body. "Come, my love, let me taste you again and again..." The day was just too special; you deserved to feel as much pleasure as you desired.

After he's done with birthday breakfast, you are to spend a day wasting money in your favorite cafes and stores while gossiping with your best friends. Of course, that is after he steals your purse and sneaks in a credit stick with enough currency to swarm all of your favorite places around the Coruscant. By the time evening comes, Padmé literally has to drag you back home because you're having so much fun! But after she promises you another surprise at home, you bend.

You're welcomed with your place decorated with the prettiest flowers and colorful balloons. Once you enter, Anakin wastes no time to grab you and spin you around in the air, as if he's been missing you for months. He kisses your cheeks and lips with no shame, muttering how beautiful his birthday girl is. "My pretty princess, never seen an angel this beautiful." As you bathe in his affection, your friends are singing happy birthday to you, with Obi-Wan struggling to carry a two-story birthday cake without it falling in the background.

When unwrapping presents, you save Anakin's for last, just to toy with his anticipation to see the expression on your face when you see something you love. The second your eyes sparkle, it makes him absolutely melt; thus, he loved to spoil you with gifts just because of that little twinkle in your beautiful gaze. He's already given you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, but you surely were as eager to unwrap the neatly wrapped rose pink box with a matching bow on the top and a card that said, "To the love of my life." Unfortunately, he advised you to wait before everybody leaves. So the second you locked the door after the last guest, you rushed to your bedroom, where the secret box was hidden from the peering eyes.

"How I missed you all for myself." Anakin's needy arms wrapped around your waist once he followed you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. He wasn't able to resist the scent of you. He wasn't done pampering you. "Open it, sweetheart." He encourages you with a peck below your jaw.

You open the wrapping paper, careful not to rip the pretty pink apart. Satin ribbon slips off easily, and you're quickly welcomed with a lidded box with silver lettering of a brand name you've never seen before. Anakin admires the movement of your delicate hands exploring the presents, so gentle to treat each and every thing he gives you. The smile on his face, the soft caresses on your hip s— you could already sense he'd be glued to you for the rest of the night.

You lift the lid up to discover a floral lace lingerie set in a shade of lilac. It was a custom-ordered piece in which Anakin made sure to hide little pieces of you. The transparent cups were embroidered with your favorite flowers in silver threads, and between them — a zodiac charm pendant decorated with a tiny silk bow. Thin double straps would adorn your shoulders, and a matching pair of high-cut panties would sit perfectly on your body, leaving little to the imagination due to the transparent material lined with lace. And the last detail, a print of words in Anakin's handwriting on the inside of the waistband: "My beautiful starshine." The intimate nickname that only Anakin ever called you.

"Ani..." You look at him with awe in your eyes, thoughtful gift making your heart swell with joy. "That's— Thank you..." You cup his cheeks, leaning for a kiss. "I love it. I love it so much..." You whisper as his lips caress yours with an obvious eagerness he's trying to conceal.

"My starshine, my beautiful starshine." He pushes you down on the bed, climbing on top of you, while he explores your clothed body with his hands, kneading the skin and kissing your neck. "Happy Birthday, my angel..." He whispers with a shaky voice, trying to take his time, but you can already feel the hardness in his pants rubbing against your stomach.

"Ani— wait," You giggle, slightly pushing on his shoulders. "Let me try it on— Baby, p-please—AH!" His hand slips past your waistband and instantly finds its way onto your clit, rubbing it gently.

"No...No, sweetheart." He keeps touching you, enjoying every second of your beautiful whimpers and pleads. "If you'll try it..." He sighs shakily, pulling away his face from the crook of your neck to look into your eyes. "I'll tear it off your perfect body."

You could feel yourself stiffen at his dirty words; the tingle in your lower stomach increased with every sentence he whispered and with every hungry stare his eyes gave you. You knew he meant every word. Anakin was satisfied when your blushing face and a soft smile greeted him.

"You'll try it later, angel..." You weren't sure if he was commanding or reassuring you, but you weren't going to deny that. Not when his digits were already knuckles deep inside of you, gently bruising your wals with slow but first strokes.

"A-Ani!—" You squirm underneath him, back arching ever so slightly when he teases a certain soft spot inside of you.

Anakin smiles proudly, knowing only his hands can turn you into a whimpering mess. He slides his hand from your pants, kneeling back between your thighs to admire your flushed expression. The soft bite on your plum lip and the heavy rising of your chest told him everything he needed to know.

"What does my precious birthday girl desire?" He grins, looking down at you, while his tongue twirls around his dripping middle and index fingers.

At first, you just moan at the sight. He knows damn well what you need; you need him. You need to feel him; you've been craving it since the very morning — to have his naked body on top of you. He knows, and he wants you to say it.

"Please— Anakin, just..." You groan in desperation; he's so unfair; it's your birthday; you deserve to get your way without having to beg for it.

"Two words, sweetheart, all I ask." He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand, wiping the pout off your mouth. "Say it."

"A-Ani, please— " You buck your hips up slightly, feeling the wetness soaking through your panties. "—Fuck me."

Anakin knows he's been pulling on your strings with his little teasing game, so the second you express your wishes, he discards your pants and tosses them across the room.

"There we go. Wasn't so hard now, was it?" He kisses your stomach while lifting your blouse up, which soon slides over your head.

The wet kissing doesn't stop tracing your burning skin; he moves his lips up to your chest, peeling the bra off your breasts and latching his mouth on an already hardened nipple. His tongue toys with a sensitive bud, pulling on it gently, making you shiver with pleasure.

He's quick to remove his own clothing before laying on top of you and giving you a passionate kiss on your lips. He looks at you like you're a star fallen from the sky into his arms; he holds you and touches you like he's burning with desire and love. His hands are all over your body, touching you, feeling you, you're the air he breathes — the source of his life.

"Can I, baby? Can I have you, please?" He whispers into your ear, nudging his aching cock against your panties, the dampness making him twitch.

You nod frantically. Yes. Yes. You need him to have you. You pull him closer, wanting to feel as much of his hot skin on yours as soon as possible. The chosen one is still a mere mortal, too weak to resist the desire for his goddess.

Anakin grabs the hem of your panties, unwrapping you like you are the present. No matter how many times he does it, it's never enough. Your whole body is just so beautiful; your juices so sweet, insides so warm and welcoming. He wants to be one with you and never be parted from you.

He positions your hips above his and lets himself slide gently into you, so you can feel each and every vein that's molding your walls to the shape of him.

"Ahhnii!—" Your moans mix with his name; you want more. You try to move your hips and have him fuck you, but his strong grip won't allow you to squirm.

"Shhhhh..." He whispers, eyes rolling back to his skull while he slowly sinks inside. "Be good."

Once the blissful torture ends and he's settled deep in your body, he leans all the way forward, snaking his arms under yours, all the way to the back of your head to make you look at him.

"My love," He holds your face in his hands, still balls deep in your cunt and not moving an inch. "Thank you for blessing me with you." He looks into your eyes with lust and a deep sense of admiration all together.

Your fingers wrap into his hair. "I‐"

"I love you." He interrupts you, and you feel your walls pulse around him at his desperate voice. He doesn't let you answer when his hips set a slow pace, thrusting back and forward into you. "Look at me; keep looking at me." He moans, still holding your head, so you have no choice but to attempt to keep your eyes open as he makes sweet love to you. "I can't get enough of you."

Every thrust seems to be penetrating impossibly deeper than later; he's panting heavily, forehead pressed against yours, to easily kiss you when he's not looking into your eyes. His hands keeping you still and hips pressing onto yours hold enough strength to keep you from squirming and have you take it all.

"So good, Ani, yes..." You chant his name, which only speeds his movements, making your body quiver violently in his embrace.

"Just like that, you love it, don't you?" He encourages your whimpers with his raspy voice and a rare, more forceful thrust, which bruises against your spongy spot.

"Yeaaah, fuck— Yeah, don't s-stop...!" You hold onto his back, digging your nails into the muscle, which only arouses him further.

"No, not tonight. Tonight, I won't stop." He reassures you with a gentle nod and a sentence with two meanings — both of them correct.

You shake helplessly under him, wanting to continue, wanting to come, wanting more of him and more pleasure, and Anakin is aware of that. He reaches down to grab your thigh and bring it over his shoulder so he can reach deeper into you and abuse your g-spot as much as you both wish.

Every clench of your cunt makes him grunt just a little bit louder, and every grunt he makes forces you to spasm more, creating an endless loop of overwhelming pleasure. Anakin rocks your body into the mattress, your limbs limp in his arms while the headboard crashes into the wall repeatedly, and he's is too pussy drunk to make a mental note to adjust the bed position later.

"Look at me when you cum. Look at me, or I'm fucking you through more orgasms than your perfect tight cunt can handle." He orders you. It was your birthday, but he was still the one on top of you at the end of the day, and there was no point in fighting or arguing. Even if the suggestion sounded a bit tempting for a second, so with the last strength you have, you brace yourself.

His forehead presses against yours again in an attempt to keep you from turning away, creating a sharp stretch in your left hamstring from your leg still resting on his shoulder. He keeps thrusting into you repeatedly, angling his cock to brush over your favorite places. You stare into his eyes, tearing up from how absolutely delightfully he's fucking you.

"C'mon, birthday girl, come for daddy, yeah?" He supports you when your pretty eyes stare at him so intensely. "Cum all over daddy's cock." He moans, unable to speak clearly himself.

So close. So so close. Stare at him, look, look, don't close your eyes. He told you to look. That's it. His eyes, so pretty, staring back at you, telling you how much of a treasure you are while he thrusts deeper and faster into you. Keep looking. His sweaty forehead pressed against yours, his hand reaching down to rub on your clit. You close your eyes in bliss, he thrusts rougher, and you open them back up. He holds you close, his whole body not losing strength, just so you can keep feeling the pleasure. One more stroke has your body trembling and clinging to his.

"A-nakin!" You spasm repeatedly as your orgasm sends your body into paradise; your back arches into his chest when your eyes involuntary close.

He slowly eases the thrusts, still hard inside of you. Anakin kisses all the way up your neck, and you're hopeful he didn't notice your little accidental disobedience. His lips find your cheek, then your temple, while his hand frees your thigh off his shoulder, letting it fall softly into the sheets. You can't help but pant heavily while your insides still twitch in the afterglow of your pleasure.

"Oh baby..." Anakin sighs, kissing your delicate skin. "I've told you—" He sighs and looks deeply into your eyes. "Told you to keep looking..." He caresses your cheek, a mock pity present on his face.

Before you can say another word, he pulls out of you and, with a tight hold of your hips, flips you to lay on your tummy, manhandling you into a position where he's taking whatever he wants from your body.

"Birthday's over, baby girl." You sense his grin right before he slams his whole length all the way back, knocking the air out of your body.

With your eyes blurry from a forceful thrust, you manage to make sense of a bedside clock that shows only a few minutes past 12a.m. The birthday's over, and now you'll play by Daddy's rules again.

[cam-ryt]

Omg if you’re taking prompts… what about Anakin and Obi-Wan starting a relationship and Anakin is so shy about the fact that he’s turned on by the Master/Padawan dynamic. He’s nervous about calling Obi-Wan “Master” when they’re intimate… it’s so taboo, after all. He thinks Obi-Wan won’t like the reminder of their power dynamic. But maybe… Obi-Wan is secretly into it…

Here we go for today's second prompt ! This one made me think a lot about their relationship dynamic, I hope I interpreted it in a way you will like 💕

TW : implied sexual content, light smut

Enjoy ☄️

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The first time it happens, it slips from Anakin’s mouth before he can stop it.

Anakin is nineteen and he just came back from his first solo mission, which was a complete success, and Obi-Wan agreed to take him to a bar - after a few hours of negotiations and begging from Anakin’s part - to celebrate.

They’re both a bit tipsy, Anakin is laughing at something Obi-Wan didn't catch. His head is thrown backwards, exposing the golden expanse of his throat, his cheeks are pink due to the alcohol and his eyes are sparkling with joy and mischief. He looks incredibly free right now. From his insecurities, from the underlying pain and anger gnawing at his heart. He looks as carefree as he should be for a young man his age. He looks beautiful.

Obi-Wan is not the only one to notice it. He can see people staring in his padawan’s direction, both men and women with interest in their eyes. It makes his inside twist with something he doesn't really want to address tonight. He takes another shot to drown whatever unwanted thoughts are trying to make their way to his mind.

They’re here to have a good time, Anakin deserves it. His apprentice never stops surprising him with his clever mind and unorthodox methods. He’s bound to become an incredible Jedi Master, powerful and wise. If only he listened a bit more to his teaching and stopped being so reckless. But he’s confident it will pass with time. After all, Obi-Wan kind of had a rebel phase when he was his age too, being a living nightmare to Qui-Gon.

He's smiling lightly, lost in memories, when Anakin leans in his direction with a smirk on his face. His gaze is a bit blurry, his movements unsteady and he has to stabilize himself with a hand on Obi-Wan's knee not to fall forward.

“Master.” He whispers in a conspiratorial tone. “That lady over there has been staring at you for a while. I think she likes you. The one with the tentacles.”

Obi-Wan makes a face. He doesn't even bother turning around to check.

“I’m not interested.” He simply replies, staring at the hand Anakin keeps on his leg.

“Oh.” His padawan says, and opens his mouth again, certainly to push the subject further. Obi-Wan interrupts him before he can form a precise thought.

“What do you want to do now, Anakin ?” He asks. “Are you having fun here ?”

“Yes.” His padawan’s eyes are sparkling, he’s already forgotten about questioning his master. “I want to go dancing.”

“Dancing ?” Obi-Wan’s eyebrows shot up. “Well… You can certainly g-”

“I want to dance with you.” Anakin blurts out, cheeks red but it has nothing to do with the alcohol this time.

“With me ?” Obi-Wan blinks, he gives a worried look to the center of the room where all sorts of bodies are tightly pressed together, moving along with the music. “I don’t really do dancing.”

“Please Master.” Anakin pouts, leaning closer. “You said we could do whatever I wanted tonight.”

Obi-Wan suppresses a sigh. He did say that, though he didn't imagine that his apprentice was into dancing. And he’s always been weak for Anakin’s puppy eyes.

“Alright.” He says reluctantly. “Have you ever danced…?”

“No.” Anakin grins and gets up on his feet, holding out a hand for Obi-Wan to take. “But it seems fun.”

Obi-Wan stares at his padawan’s hand for a while before hesitantly taking it. He’s so sure he will regret this. But he doesn’t have the time to think further about it that Anakin is already pulling them through the crowd.

There’s way too many people for Obi-Wan’s liking but he really wants Anakin to have a good time so he lets himself be carried around until they’re in the center of the room, surrounded by sweaty bodies swaying like they were all alone.

Obi-Wan doesn't really know what to do, it’s been a while since he’s had a chance to dance with someone. At least ten years. And surely not to this kind of music. But once again Anakin doesn't let him time to think as he wraps his arms around his shoulders and pulls him closer. Obi-Wan has no choice but to wrap his own arms around his waist as his apprentice starts awkwardly wiggling left and right.

“What are you doing ?” He laughs as Anakin nearly steps on his toes trying to sway them around.

“Dancing.” Anakin giggles against his hair, and Obi-Wan can feel his laugh resonating against his chest. He presses him closer.

“It’s a murder attempt on my feet, that’s what it is.” He complains but he can’t hide the amused smile on his lips.

“Shut up, old man.” Anakin whispers playfully against his ear, sending a shiver run down Obi-Wan’s spine.

And it’s probably just a coincidence that his apprentice’s lips linger a bit too long against the shell of his ear, making his heart skip a beat or two.

“Young insolent.” He huffs back but his voice sounds unsteady to his own ears.

He blames it on the alcohol. It’s probably the shots that make his body feel warmer from one or two degrees, or paint his cheeks red. Certainly not Anakin’s proximity, his fingers brushing against the back of his neck or his breath tickling the side of his face.

“You secretly like it.” Anakin smirks, turning his head just enough to lock eyes with him.

In the semi-darkness of the bar, his eyes had taken a stormy color. Obi-Wan had to get used to the intensity of his gaze that he had found rather disturbing in the beginning. Like everything about Anakin at first. About his passion, his beliefs. About his black and white way of thinking. About his way of being whole and blunt and unapologetically himself. Like right now.

He’s too close. Obi-Wan feels like his throat is suddenly as dry as the Tatooine’s deserts, and he runs his tongue on his lips, trying to think about something to reply. Anakin’s gaze falls to his mouth, following the gesture.

He knows what’s going to happen before it happens.

But when Anakin closes the distance between them and hesitantly presses his lips on his, it’s like everything and nothing he had ever imagined. It's soft and awkward, tentative and determined at the same time.

He doesn’t push him back like he always thought he’d do. He can blame it on the alcohol, he can find a thousand excuses but the truth is that he knew the moment Anakin was going to take that step he couldn't resist him. He didn’t want to. Instead he tightens his embrace, closes his eyes and kisses him back.

He can feel Anakin’s body buzzing with contained energy, the way he has stopped breathing, how strong his feelings are flowing in their share bond. He feels dizzy at how tenderly Anakin’s fingers are tangling in his hair, at how reverently he kisses him. It’s such a contrast with his usual fiery, fervent demeanor.

He lets him take control of their very first kiss, and when Anakin draws back to breathe, pressing their forehead together, close enough to share the same air, he then dares to open his eyes to look at him.

Anakin’s mouth lies half-open, his pretty lips pink and tasting like sweet alcohol. Obi-Wan wants to taste them again, trace their shape with his tongue and bite in their fullness.

He does nothing, waiting with his heart beating.

What if Anakin regrets his gesture ? What if Obi-Wan stole his first kiss for nothing ? He doesn't even want to think about what the Code has to say about this. The thought petrifies him.

Then Anakin moves again and every worries of Obi-Wan fly over the window when their mouth find each other again.

It’s still tender but it’s a bit more decisive, a bit more desperate. No words are being spoken, their body expressing everything that has to be said. To be felt and discovered.

It’s exhilarating, once they both have the certitude that the other is not going to push them away. Anakin’s fingers are running against the side of his neck, thumbs brushing his jaw and gently angling his face so he can deepen the kiss. It’s still clumsy and a bit messy. It’s obvious that the young man doesn’t know what he’s doing, only relying on instincts and desire to guide him. Obi-Wan lets him. His brain is still processing the thought that Anakin wants him too. He gladly lets him take everything he needs.

His padawan breaks the kiss again, gently panting against his mouth. He can feel him glowing brightly in the Force, and the sight of him makes Obi-Wan’s belly clench with want. His padawan looks debauched, lips wet and slightly swollen, hair sticking to his neck and temples as they’re now both as sweaty as the other dancers. He still keeps his eyes closed, so Obi-Wan presses a hand on his cheek and gently brushes his thumb over one of his eyelids.

“Look at me.”

He can feel him hesitate, but as always he obeys and opens his eyes, looking at him through thick eyelashes.

“Master…”

The way he says it, low and adoringly, makes Obi-Wan blush from his chest to the roots of his hair. It sounds so intimate, like Anakin’s putting his trust and his whole heart into his hands. It sounds like something a lover would say, not a padawan.

“I’m sorry.” Anakin whispers when Obi-Wan doesn’t answer. He pulls away a bit. “I shouldn't.”

Obi-Wan keeps him close.

“It’s okay.” He replies softly before placing a gentle kiss on Anakin’s jaw.

It takes a while for his padawan to relax again, but they end up dancing some more and kissing some more until the sun rises on Coruscant. Anakin doesn’t call him ‘master’ for the rest of the night.

____

It takes a couple of months until it happens again.

It’s Anakin’s twentieth birthday. Obi-Wan flew them to Naboo to celebrate with Padme and a few other friends. A welcomed break in his intense training.

Anakin is one of the most promising padawans, so he's more often gone on missions than home on Coruscant. Obi-Wan has mixed feelings about this.

They’re navigating trough their budding relationship as well as they can, but being away from each other doesn’t make things easy. So when they have the chance to spend more than a few day together, they try to make the best of it.

The sun is setting when Obi-Wan finds Anakin on the balcony of the senator’s palace. He had disappeared from the party at one point, probably overwhelmed by the people and the noise. Obi-Wan knows it's often too much for him, so he decided to give him some time alone before coming looking for him.

Anakin is looking at the lake, shoulders tensed and hands clasped behind his back. Obi-Wan throws a look around to make sure they’re alone and approaches, gently brushing his consciousness against Anakin’s to let him know he’s here, even if his lover probably already sensed him a while ago. Anakin’s power are beyond his comprehension, even beyond the council and Yoda’s comprehension. It makes Obi-Wan immensely proud every time he thinks about it.

“Hello.” He whispers while embracing Anakin’s tall frame from behind, and he can’t resist placing a soft kiss on the golden skin behind his ear.

He smiles when he feels the young man’s body relax a bit in his hold.

“Hi.” Anakin replies, eyes still on the lake. “I’m sorry, I needed to get some fresh air.”

“I know.” Obi-Wan says, resting his chin on his shoulder and looking at the view with him. “Are you feeling alright ?”

“Better now that you're here.” Anakin replies and turns around to face him, a coy smile on his lips.

Obi-Wan resists the urge to roll his eyes fondly.

“You’re such a sweet-talker.”

“You secretly like it.” Anakin retorts with a grin.

“I do.” Obi-Wan admits and leans in for a kiss his apprentice immediately melts in.

That’s something he loves in Anakin, the way he’s always so eager to please him, always so enthusiastic to discover and learn. He didn’t realise how touch-starved his young lover was before they got into a relationship. Anakin is constantly seeking his presence and affection, always stealing a kiss whenever he can, holding his hand, playing with his hair or calling through their comlink when they're away from each other.

They started becoming intimate a few weeks before and Anakin turned out to be both insatiable and extremely sensitive. Obi-Wan had to learn how to be patient again.

Anakin had a hard time focusing long enough to find release, and had an even harder time letting go and allowing someone else to take care of him. He was easily getting frustrated. Obi-Wan had to forget everything he knew to learn to comprehend how his lover’s body worked. It took time and a lot of trials to figure out what was working and what wasn’t. They're still discovering.

Obi-Wan smiles into the kiss when he feels Anakin’s metallic fingers hooking on his utility belt, gently tugging at it. He can always tell by the way he stands, the look in his eyes or the way he feels in the Force if he needs sex, a lot of kissing or just to be held gently.

Tonight his padawan seems to look for a way to blow off some steam. But Obi-Wan will do nothing until he clearly voices it. Anakin has a hard time asking for what he needs, so they’re working on it.

“Yes ?” Obi-Wan smiles as Anakin starts unbuckling the leather band with a concentrated frown. “Are you trying to achieve something, dear one ?”

Anakin groans as an answer, he looks up at him.

“Need you.” He mumbles.

“What do you need ?”

Obi-Wan already knows, because the young jedi is fumbling with the loop of the belt, not really undressing him. But he wants to hear it.

“Needyoutotouchme.” Anakin mutters almost inaudibly, his eyes stubbornly fixed where his hands are fidgeting.

“I didn’t get that.” Obi-Wan replies and gently grabs his chin to lift his face. “I’m listening.”

Anakin rolls his eyes but his brazen attitude is counterbalanced by the dark red colour of his cheeks and the way he’s looking everywhere but at Obi-Wan. It’s still hard for him to assume his desires but he also knows that his lover is not going to do anything about it until he says it out loud. So he takes a breath and tries to reassure himself that Obi-Wan is not going to judge him.

“I want you to touch me.” He says before clearing his throat. “Please.”

Obi-Wan smiles and rewards him with a kiss on the lips.

“Here ?” He asks. “Someone could see us.”

He watches Anakin take a look around.

“I can't feel anyone here.” He says, taking a step back to lean against the railing and pulling the older man with him. “We’ll be discreet.”

“Yeah ?” Obi-Wan rises a teasing eyebrow. “Everyone knows how discreet you are.”

“Stop it !” Anakin hisses, cheeks even redder. “It was one time ! And it’s your fault, you should have locked the door.”

“Locked the door of the council room.” Obi-Wan hums, sliding a hand under his padawan’s tunic to run his fingers on his warm chest. “That’s not suspicious at all.”

“You’re never gonna shut up about that, are you ?” Anakin groans but pulls him closer to tangle his fingers in the hair at the base of his neck.

“Maybe you should put a little more efforts in shutting me up.” Obi-Wan smirks, gently pinching a nipple on his way, which earns him a not very convincing glare.

“Come here.” Anakin growls, tugging at his hair until their mouth find each other.

Obi-Wan is shamelessly addicted to the way the younger man kisses him. Every kiss feels like the first one, triggering a fire in his belly like nobody ever did before. Anakin is still as eager and passionate as the first time in that bar, minus the awkwardness.

They've found their way around each other and now Anakin knows every single one of his weaknesses, like he knows how to make his knees go feeble in a minute. He knows most of his padawan’s fantasies, even if he’s too inexperienced to even consider all the possibilities. He knows what he likes and what he’ll never admit he does, what turns him off and what makes him forget his name.

He thinks he has a pretty good general idea of his own likings and boundaries, but there’s one thing they never adressed together…

As Obi-Wan spreads the layers of Anakin’s tunic and tabard to expose his chest and shoulders, peppering wet kisses all over the smooth skin of his throat, he can hear him pant softly, already desperately grabbing at his waist for more contact.

He knows that when Anakin wants to be touched, he wants to be touched all over, worshipped on every inches of his body, and Obi-Wan intends on doing just that.

Taking his time, biting at a collarbone, licking at a strong muscle, kissing a fresh scar. Using his mouth to mark every place uncovering just for him. Using his fingers to brush and grab and squeeze and caress. Using his imagination to draw as many pretty sounds from Anakin’s mouth as possible.

“A-ah… M-Master…”

It escaped from his apprentice’s lips before he can hold it back. Obi-Wan can feel it, and the immediate wave of shame coming with it, so strong in the Force that it overwhelms their bond.

Obi-Wan pulls away from where he was sucking on Anakin’s pretty nipple and braces himself to face the tsunami of raw emotions his lover is going to display sooner or later.

He honestly doesn’t know how to feel about Anakin calling him like that when they’re intimate, but he cannot blame him as it’s so intrinsically bound to their relationship. That’s what they are, a Master and his Padawan. But they’re also lovers and if their dynamic is balanced in their personal life, Obi-Wan is under no illusion that it’s not the case in their Jedi life.

As much as he's trying to treat Anakin as his equal, the council doesn’t. Obi-Wan is still responsible for him, still has authority over him and that reality earned him a couple of sleepless nights.

Now Anakin is looking at him, mortified. If he could disappear in the Force he would probably do it right now.

Obi-Wan can have a glimpse of his thoughts as he’s projecting chaotically into it. He can feel a lot of shame, anxiety about his reaction, self-blaming but also arousal, curiosity. It piques his own interest.

“Anakin…” He starts, deciding to go straight to the point. “Does it turn you on to call me like that during sex ?”

Anakin looks like he's going to throw up, or faint. Maybe both. Obi-Wan admits it’s a blunt way to ask but he needs to know for them to talk about it.

“I know we never discussed it.” He continues as his lover doesn't answer, looking like he rather be anywhere else but here, having this conversation. “But I think it's time to. I don't want it to become an uncomfortable taboo between us.”

“I didn't mean to say it.” Anakin blurts out desperately. “It's just… That’s what you are, I’m used to it… But I understand if you don’t want to… I'll be more careful.”

Obi-Wan reaches out for his flesh and bones hand, gently pressing his thumb on the pulsing point on the inside of his wrist. It tends to ground his padawan when he’s starting to panic.

“I don't blame you.” He says softly. “I just want to be sure that you know what’s involved.”

“What’s involved…?” Anakin frowns, calming down a bit as Obi-Wan traces soothing patterns on his wrist. “I don’t understand.”

The older jedi sighs and pulls Anakin’s tunic back on his shoulders as he’s starting to have goosebumps all over. The sun has been replaced by the moon a while ago.

“I don’t have to teach you that words have a meaning.” He begins. “Calling me like that since you’re a child, the weight it carries… It’s representative of a certain dynamic. An unbalanced one where I have more power than you do.”

“But you’ll never use it to hurt me.” Anakin frowns deeper, confused.

“No, of course not. But you grew up with that idea and I’m afraid that your subconscious has integrated that power imbalance and is playing a role in your decisions. Or mine. I don’t want to risk the health of our relationship because of it.”

Anakin shakes his head.

“What are you talking about ? I don’t feel… manipulated or whatever you're trying to say. I’m feeling safe with you. And I think it’s kinda hot.”

Obi-Wan blushes a little a the last words.

“You think it’s… hot to call me ‘Master’ during sex ?” He asks to be sure he understood right.

“All the time.” Anakin nods despite feeling his face grow warmer by the second. “I like that you’re being my Master in every aspect of my life.” 

Obi-Wan feels at loss for words for a moment. He doesn't know if Anakin truly understands what he’s implying. Maybe they should have a whole serious talk about it. 

But now, now he just wants to kiss Anakin because what he just said is really, really hot and he can't deny that it's doing something to him. He'll rationalize about it later.

He cups Anakin's face and presses his body tightly against his, closing the distance between them until he can brush his lips with his own. 

“Alright, Padawan.” He whispers against his mouth. “Where were we ?”

[a-dorin]

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” is so anakin x reader coded

~🍯

this one definitely pulls at my heartstrings because i can actually hear him saying this line.

here you go my honey <3

"rex, there's no way he did that," you can't help but let the laughter flow from your lips, warmth seeping in all throughout your face.

seventy-nines was packed to the brim tonight, bustling with clone troopers, twi'leks, togrutas, even a few jedi were in the mix. it was a night to celebrate, as the republic had just claimed victory over an intense battle with a heavily armed separatist fleet.

you were crammed into a corner booth with the boys of the 501st, their voices only growing in volume after every round. of course, you participated in a few shots yourself, probably a little too tipsy for your own good.

"yes, he did," rex nodded, "we all heard it."

"calling obi-wan daddy was not part of the plan but it worked," since anakin was to your right, you felt him shrug slightly, "it was a last minute decision."

once again, you felt the laughter taking over, nearly suffocating you as tears welled up in your eyes. the mere thought of anakin referring to obi-wan as "daddy" was enough to send you spiraling in your state. but thinking about obi-wan's reaction? gods, that really got you.

bringing a hand to your mouth, you covered the giggles that nearly consumed you, a stinging sensation clawing along your sides. your cheeks were burning now, the temperature around you only elevated.

"make sure to breathe," rex chuckled, "we need ya alive, general. we have more stories to share!"

"yeah," anakin leaned in, his lips nearly brushing your ear. the action sent a shiver down your spine, "i need you, general."

"anakin," you squeaked as you felt fingers massage your thigh, "you need to--"

"and i need to remind you of something. when you laugh like that -- you're so beautiful, you know that?"

his voice was low, just low enough for you to hear it. just as he finished his sentiment, his fingers massaged your thigh once more, almost to give you an indication that he meant every word.

"thank you," you murmured, "i hate my laugh."

"and i love it," the corners of his lips were curled into a meek grin. a tiny, boyish grin.

almost as if his statement was a confession. a secret not meant to be shared. at least, with you.

"do we need to separate you two?" a voice interrupted the moment, calling from across the table, "no attachments in the order! rah, rah, rah!"

"oh stop it," you couldn't help but giggle once more as you notice a faint pink hue tinging anakin's cheeks, "i was just giving her a compliment!"

"we know what compliments are," rex countered, a smug smirk painting his lips as he folded his arms across his chest.

"and what's that?" anakin arched a brow.

"words of affection, which means one thing. either you two are already deeply intimate with one another, or you're about to be."

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine Anakin Skywalker proposes you.

Warnings: smut and fluff in a very alternative universe. This means no Vader here. Light reading.

Warnings 2: no minors.

Recommendations: “Just Like Heaven” by The Cure; “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri.

***

When it all began…

It all starts with the day you find out you are having feelings for the great General Skywalker. To realize your attachment towards him crosses the field of a concern from one Jedi to another comes like a punch in your stomach.

In truth, the reason why such perception distresses you lies on your fear of feeling anything at all, particularly when he is nearby.

It takes every force of you to bury it. For your own sake—and because you know how besotted he is with that Senator whom you personally think unworthy of him, but oh well—you keep it to yourself.

So it’s Saturday and you have been released of your missions, though coming back from planet Y/C costed you good nights of sleep and a great deal of being scowled by Master Windu for your recklessness. Yet here you are, at the gardens, when you…feel him close.

Anakin has not been obnoxious to you, though. You ignore that his eyes have been following you more than often—-to the point where Ahsoka rolls her eyes everytime you are around and he is distracted—, that he’s been jealous of how you speak kindly to other men, or even so how annoying it is you cannot tell his fondness for you.

He is also a very observing man. That being said, he’s noticed your change of moods, he’s felt the nights you’ve been sleeping unwell, and what is more hurtful is that you don’t come for him to confide your fears like he does to you. Even though Anakin knows how you feel for him, he somewhat hopes you give the first steps.

So here he is. Leaning against the wall, his blue eyes are set on you, admiring the shades of y/c that color your hair, your y/c skin and the robes that reinforce your curves. Anakin holds back a sigh, and it is only when he comes closer that you joke:

“What’s up, Skywalker? What mischief are you up to today?”

“No big deal”, he lies down over the grass, not too far from where you are. Your eyes remain closed and he smirks at you. “Why are you assuming I am up to no good?”

You try to remain serious, but the moment he says that, your lips part in a smile.

“Because you are always annoying Obi-Wan. But since the corridors have been quiet, I’m assuming you are free today?”

Anakin rolls his eyes but he too smiles.

“Yes. For some odd reason everything is quiet. No trainings or missions. I came after you because for some reason that goes beyond my understanding you’ve been a little off these days.”

That observation makes you open your eyes and Anakin can tell that his remark is the reason why your heart starts beating faster. He tries to hold back a smile, even though presumption is behind his blue eyes.

So maybe there is hope.

“What are you talking about, Anakin? Don’t go assuming things.”

“Why, it’s true, though.” He shrugs his shoulders. “The other day when I asked you a favor regarding Senator Amidala, you told me you could not do it because you’ve been already assigned to another mission. And yet I found you playing cards with Fives. I mean… Really?”

For most things you have a sharp wit, but when it comes to Anakin or men in general, you are slow. You also take time to comprehend the meaning of their actions, once usually these can be ambiguous. Hence why you don’t understand why he’s acting so jealous.

“What? How one thing is related to the other? I did have another mission to which I was assigned, and, unlike you, I wasn’t flirting with Fives.”

“I wasn’t flirting with Fives either!”

You chew your bottom lip as he rolls in the grass laughing. And to worsen your case, you say:

“No, but you were flirting with Senator Amidala!”

Now rolling to your side, he is on his elbows staring at you with those bloody blue eyes and a damn smile that makes you melt inside.

“Was I?”

A faint shade of pink paints your cheeks, and however you try to look away from his intent stare, Maker knows you cannot.

“You know damn well that you were”, you narrow your eyes at him. “Why do you think this is so funny to you, Anakin Skywalker? If you want to break the rules and get yourself expelled, it is not my problem. As long as you don’t come lamenting after my ears how the Council never… Oh, please! Stop laughing!”

It is as if you are a teenager again, always being made fun of by him. Anakin had this terrible habit of teasing you until you got seriously irritated. Seeing he’s to the point where he’s about to succeed, Anakin softens and pulls you down back to the grass as you are about to stand and leave him there.

“What do you think you are doing?”, you ask in between giggles.

It’s when your gazes cross again.

“I was never smitten with Senator Amidala, silly head.” His smile spreads as your blush deepens. “It has always been about you. You, Y/N Y/LN. You alone.”

“Oh.”

He is now dangerously close to you. Part of him is over your body, transmitting you sensations before unknown. But you choose to ignore how his arms in each side of you ignore a spark in you.

“Oh indeed”, Anakin smiles warmly. “How could you think it was about her? She is married to Senator Clovis.”

“Is she?” You don’t dare to raise your eyes for fear they might give in too much.

But that’s what he wants. So he raises your chin and slowly moves his lips against yours.

“Yes. I fell in love with you, princess.”

Any resistance is inutile, so as your hands rest in his sides, dragging him over you, you smile as you correspond the kiss.

“As I did with you, Ani.”

***

‘A secret between us’

It’s been three months since Anakin last saw you. It drives him crazy how each has gone to a different mission. Because the relationship has been kept far from the Council’s knowledge, he couldn’t even ask for you.

And before he finds courage to ask Obi-Wan about your whereabouts, he is sent to planet Y/C to investigate the death of Master Dias. It takes further three months before you and him met again.

“You could have sent me a message, you know”, you tell him right as he comes for you. It’s late night and he is in your quarters. Both of you are exhausted, having arrived mere hours earlier. “I tried to send you, but I couldn’t.”

You barely finish with brushing your hair and you feel Anakin’s arms snaking behind you. You smile before turning around to hold him closer if possible. Your hands cup his cheeks, caressing each as you dive in those blue eyes.

“I know. God damn it, I was bloody preoccupied with you, my darling. Next time I will insist to go with you.”

“Yet Anakin, I detest to be the one to remind you that our relationship is a secret that must stay only between us”, you sigh. “They cannot raise any suspicious…”

“They will not. Leave this to me, all right?”

You rest your head against his chest, embraced by his arms before pulled to kiss his lips. Anakin’s fingers are tangled in your hair, his chin rested over your chin. You two stay like this for a while before going to bed.

“How did the mission go?”, you ask, cuddled against him, voice sleepy.

Anakin smiles at your efforts in struggling against exhaustion to hear about his mission.

“Sleep, angel. We will discuss this tomorrow.” Saying so, he presses a kiss over your forehead and you both fall asleep.

As the Jedis are closer to get to Count Dooku, eventually you and Anakin are assigned to a mission together. That is when you two cross the path of General Grievous.

“I will not let you expose yourself in danger, lass.” He tells you, rather baffled by the suggestions you are bringing to defeat the enemy.

“Oh, please Anakin. I’ve been doing that long way before we…”

“No, Y/N. I am not letting you…”

You smile now fades when seeing how serious. You narrow your eyes in turn.

“Oh yes, I am, Skyguy. I never asked you to be concerned about me in first place.”

And that is precisely the most inappropriate moment for you two get in your first argument.

***

Moonlight.

You miss him ardently. This time it burns your skin, it tortures your soul. You cannot simply accept to be by his side and sleep easily; it is not enough to wait every Friday and pray for the Jedi to be asleep as you tiptoe to his quarters and talk to him until sun rises—and you pay for it by drinking lots of coffee the day after.

He too hates how far away you are from him. He detests how paradise is unreachable for him every single time you are sent away, for it makes him feel an outcast. Anakin is anguished for not breathing your scent, not tasting your tongue pairing in so perfect a rhythm against his, not dwelling in your y/c eyes. His heart aches, his soul breaks when he doesn’t hear from you for weeks.

But today, the Jedi senses a strange urge from you before even landing to Coruscant. At first it distresses him—until he comes to discover the cause of it, he is genuinely concerned about you.

However, the moment he escapes to your quarters, every anxiety dies. Engulfed in your arms, Anakin relaxes and tightens his grip around you.

“Fuck, how I’ve missed you, princess”, he mumbles, kissing your cheek and your neck, there staying, breathing the smell of roses.

“Ani”, you sigh in deep content. “What took you so long?”

“I have great news to share”, he tells you, parting the embrace so he can look at you.

Your hair is lose and you are dressing a blue nightgown with white robes partly open. Anakin cannot help but notice the swell of your breasts, seeing your nipples through the silk. He swallows hard, forcing himself to concentrate as you wait with exciting eyes.

He takes your hand and locks with his before taking a seat at the edge of your bed.

“What is it?”, you ask him, sounding louder than you’d like.

“Good news await us. Count Dooku is defeated and so the plan to knock down the Republic has been discovered.”

You raise a hand over your mouth, shock stamped in your features.

“Holy Maker, Ani! So does this mean we found out who the Sith Lord is? And what his intentions are?”

Anakin flashes a smirk, but by this time his mind has already left the main point behind.

“Can we please discuss this later? I miss my girlfriend.”

You blush lightly.

“Why, please. I’ve missed you too, Anakin.” As you dwell in those blue eyes, you feel your heart lighter and every disturbance that sparks in your body disappears. “Maker knows how much.”

Before he reads well into you, you put your arms around his neck and lean to kiss his lips. What starts as a make up session begins to evolve to something more.

“I don’t think you know how much you mean to me”, you tell him, letting your hands play with his curls before slipping to his cheek.

As his hands move to your shoulders, promptly removing your robes before rubbing your arms delicately as if you are a fragile thing, Anakin bites your bottom lip and says:

“I cannot live apart of you, Y/N. You are mine.”

You shiver at how possessive his words sound to your ears, it turns you on.

“Please, show me how”, you beg him, sensing his smirk against yours.

“So this is what has been troubling my princess?”, he asks you, now parting the kiss to look into your eyes only to find out how needy you are by getting lost in them. Holding your chin, Anakin senses the power you delegate to him. “Tell me, love, you’ve been burning, haven’t you?”

Anakin moves further to your bed. He opens lightly the curtains of a widow so the moonlight helps illuminate your quarters in an old fashion way.

All the whilst, he makes you sit in his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist before he slowly rests his hands over your thighs, moving them to remove your nightgown and tossing aside.

“Fuck”, he curses lightly. Instead of feeling shy, you feel yourself wet under his intent gaze. “You are gorgeous, angel. So beautiful. So ethereal.”

Beneath his words, a spark that ignites a fire. You pursuit his lips, famine for his touch, starving for his affection. Anakin smiles when feeling all of the sentiments you’ve been trying to placate…rather unsuccessfully.

He then flips you carefully, going on top of you just after your desperate hands toss away his clothing.

“Looks like you got me on fire”, you whisper, parting your lips as you moan when he starts to get intimate with you.

“We are burning together tonight, my love. I promise you”, he kisses your neck, slipping his tongue in one trace to your full chests. Anakin devours each nipple, holding you against him in such a dominate manner that you can only plead for more.

And he slowly complies to your demands, though he tortures you with his fingers…and then with his mouth, eyeing you as he eats you out. Yet, when you are about to come undone, he goes back to you, shushing your protests with a fiery, passionate kiss.

“Love me”, you beg him.

Because he knows of your needs, tonight is your night—as much as you try to please him too, he wants to make this night a very special one.

“I love you”, he whispers as he locks hands with you.

When your eyes meet and your bodies lock, your souls speak. It’s all perfectly synced.

***

The proposal.

By waking up by your side is the moment Anakin realizes he is no longer content with this secretive relationship of yours. He wants more. It’s when he decides to make you the future Mrs Skywalker. One question remains, though: how?

As you open your eyes and find yourself cuddled against him, smelling his scent, a mix of sweat and his typical perfume, you know there is no better place to he than in his arms. Ignoring his thoughts, you are somewhat inspired when you lean into him and say:

“I would run away with you. Anywhere you want to go, I will be with you.”

When looking into your eyes, this inspiration finds home in his heart as well. But Anakin needs to hold back his impulsivity or he’d might be accused of lacking sensitivity.

“Maker knows I cannot love any other creature that is not you, Y/N.”

There is so much to be said, but for some reason there is no need to let unspoken words reach each other’s tongues. Not only because in one gaze they could see reflected in their eyes the love one feels for the other, but also the abrupt knock on the door that scares you both, a reminder that there is life beyond bed—and the kind that requests your relationship to remain a secret.

It is tiresome to hid. To pretend that neither is too intimate with the other, to ignore the sparks of jealousy that rises in both hearts and minds, to act cooly before certain situations.

As when for example the day you confronted Darth Maul, defeating him in the process and earning some battle scars that almost freaked Anakin out.

“Babe, I told you not to chase that vile being”, he scolded you then. “You could have contacted me.”

“What for? We’ve been there before, Anakin, and I told you a million times that I can do things by myself, thank you very much.”

But these arguments, endless and repetitive as they were, usually ended in bed so both of you knew how to amend it pretty well.

However, you stood in his shoes when Anakin faced the Sith Lord in person. Although this was an occasion that feared you more than you’d care to admit, you were baffled—as well as many others—that he proved to be the chosen one by defeating Chancellor Palpatine once and for all.

“And you call me stubborn”, you told him, shaking your head in disapproval.

Anakin chuckled as you glared at him. Kisses and sweet words were enough to knock your defenses down, although you were not entirely the one to blame for worrying too much.

So now here you are. Amidst celebrations, Anakin doesn’t appreciate the attention earned. For someone so proud, this only seems to separate him from you. Hence why he sees an opportunity—one he has been planning for a while—to elope with you.

You are in the middle of a conversation to Ahsoka—and today you are very elegant, dressing your best dress and wearing a good make up, wanting to feel beautiful for him—when Anakin shows up.

“Excuse me, ladies. General Y/LN, may I have a word with you?”

Although you try to disguise the amusement in your eyes, every effort you and Anakin pay in omitting the true nature of your relationship goes to nothing because Ahsoka, rolling her eyes and resting a hand in her waist, says:

“Really now? Are we all going to play pretend I’m dumb? Skyguy and Y/Nickname, I know that you are…”

“Shhhhh”, you and Anakin say at the same time, with you putting your hands over her mouth.

“Be discreet, Ahsoka”, you whisper, letting her go after ensuring she is not acting otherwise. “Please.”

“I should have not underestimated your observation”, Anakin sighs. “An adolescent like yourself should be paying attention to interests concerning your age, though.”

“Oh please, Skyguy. This is a huge insult to my intelligence. You are barely trying to be discreet. Anyone can tell you and Y/N are together, though judging by others faces in this room, they either pretend not to see what’s crystal clear or they are just blind.”

Anakin and you exchange disconcerted glances, but you try to intervene by appeasing the situation.

“Can we trust in you to keep this low for a while? Come now, Soka. You know how much you mean to us.”

It works. Ahsoka looks at you with other eyes: in fact, she’d always perceived you as a maternal figure, a role you’ve taken to yourself in the e years she’d been under Anakin’s wig knowing her difficulties with other aspects within the Order she struggled with.

“Very well”, she feels proud of herself for the responsibility delegate to her. “You will not be disappointed.”

Anakin rolls his eyes, but you smile at her and press her forehead a kiss.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

As you go after Anakin, you say:

“What’s with this rush to leave? I thought you’d enjoy to be in the center of attention.”

Once you are in the ship, Anakin flashes you a smirk and says:

“Oh, dear. I couldn’t care less about these boring ceremonies. Now, I think we should enjoy ourselves away from these pompous people. I have a better place to take you to, where I think you’ll love.” He smiles at you before turning the ship on: “Love, this is where the fun begins.”

And that is how he takes you to planet Y/C. Once getting there, you are perplexed by the landscape that draws right under your gaze: a mix of colors that brightens the horizon, brown hills peppered with pink trees—one of the kind you’ve never seen before—amidst small lakes that reinforce a delicately aesthetic.

“It’s so peaceful here, isn’t it?”, Anakin tells you, eyes glued at the expressions your face transmits.

“It is, Ani. Where are you taking me? How’d you know this place?”, you ask him.

He leads you now to the beach. There, Anakin watches with a smile on his lips how you are charmed by the wild nature. That should be the nest of your love, that only grows each day, so he decides.

“I came here only once in that mission concerning Ventress. I always wanted an opportunity to come back, and looks like I have one.”

He pauses, waiting for you to absorb what he is telling you. You take a while to understand, your eyes focused in the purple that paints that ocean, making the scenario so unique and colorful. Never before you felt such a peace.

But when your fingers are locked with his, you slowly comprehend the reason of his subtle getaway from a prestigious ceremony that was praising his great deeds.

“Anakin… What are you saying?”

“For a very long time I’ve been silenced, but I will not tolerate this anymore”, he smiles at you, delighting at your slow discovery. “Allow me to tell you how much I love you, how I cannot spend any more time without you by my side. You are such a precious gift from heavens that I fear to waste away if I don’t…”

He chokes a little with words, thrilled as much as you are.

“Anakin… Ani! Oh, Ani!”, before you can help yourself, your eyes are blurried by tears and you start weeping.

On his knees, he takes a velvet box and opens it right before you.

“I hope these are tears of joy…”, Anakin starts nervously.

You giggle.

“Of course they are!”

“Good”, he clears his throat. “Y/N Y/LN, will you give me the honor of becoming Mrs Skywalker for the rest of your life…?”

He barely finishes the proposal when you throw your arms around his neck.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!”

Anakin beams and so do you. Just after you share a kiss and he places a ring on your finger, he says:

“I’m very happy for choosing the perfect scenario, but can we go elsewhere? I hate sand.”

You laugh and so does he. Locking your arms with his, you say:

“Anywhere with you, Anakin, is going home to me.”

And that is the happiest day of your lives…

***

Epilogue.

…that is until the day you two get married, of course.

It happens in a private ceremony with only C3-P0 and R2-D2 as witnesses. Your hair drops loose in your waist and you wear a traditional white gown you’ve purchased of the planet you came from.

A priest awaits and in front of him, is Anakin. You admire him with eyes already puddled by tears. Your heart skips a bear when setting your gaze upon the man you love with your entire being. He is so handsome with those robes, curly hair dropping over his shoulder—certainly longer than last time—reinforcing an angelical physique that makes you swoon.

“Y/N”, he calls your name as he stands his hand to take yours. As you do so, Anakin, whose eyes are all over you, smiles excitedly. “We are starting a new life now.”

And by saying so, a hand rests upon your stomach.

“How’d you know…?”, you laugh quietly, surprised he noticed before you.

“I know my wife”, Anakin whispers into your ear, pleased to make you blush.

The priest clears his throat, it’s time. As he finally begins, you and him cannot look away from each other. Vows are professed and you are now Mrs Skywalker.

A brighter future awaits for you both, sealed in the form of a kiss…

[mydarllinglover]

Stars Collided || Prologue

Masterlist

Anakin stood still, as the other younglings stared and whispered at him, he tried his best to tune out what they were saying, but he couldn't help it, as his nails dug into his palms, taking deep breaths, as his Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, told him.

They snickered and gasped among themselves, as if he wasn't even there, as if he couldn't even hear them.

But when they ceased, and instead stared at someone behind him, he grew confused, then hopeful, had they finally been caught? Would they finally be made to stop?

"Hello." A small voice said.

He turned around, and instead of seeing a Jedi, as he was hoping, he saw a little girl, in a big poofy dress, a tiara sat atop of her head, and her gloved hands were clasped in front of her.

"Your highness" the Younglings gasped, as they dropped to their knees, and Anakins curiosity grew more, as he continued to stand, looking between them and the fancy looking girl.

"Ani, get down!" One of them hissed.

"You." He looked at the girl, again, and she was pointing at him.

"Me?" He asked, pointing at himself.

"What is your name?"

But before he had time to answer, the question was already answered by someone else.

"That's Ani, your highness, he's still new, he's not from around here." One of them said, stifling a laugh, as the others chuckled to themselves.

He grew angry at the taunt, and ultimately embarrassed, he didn't want this girl to know, he didn't even know her, and she didn't know him, but now she was going to look down on him, just like they do, like everybody does.

"You may rise, and make better use of your time" The girl told them, gesturing with her hand for them to get up. "Ani, will you accompany me?" She held her hand out, to him.

He hesitated, before eventually taking her hand in his, and she pulled him along.

But not before stopping and looking over her shoulder.

"Just him." She told the younglings, that had started to follow them. "Go do something useful, with your time. I would hate to have to tell my father, that the Jedi are doing a terrible job of raising our next generation."

Anakin watched in amusement, as their eyes widened, and they all scurried away, bashfully.

"Wow, your father must be some important guy." Anakin told her, a small smile on his face.

He watched as the girls brows furrowed, as she stared at him, noticing his soft chubby cheeks, and the small gap in his two front teeth, his very blond hair, and beautiful blue eyes.

But then she let out a laugh.

"Ani, do you know who I am?" She asked.

"Should I?" His cheeks started to turn red, he wanted to kick himself, had he just offended this clearly very important girl?

"Oh! I like you already." She squeezed his hand, and his arm, as she laid her head on his shoulder.

But she didn't bother to tell him, as she continued to pull him along, not taking notice how his heart was racing.

They snuck around the Jedi temple, in order to not get told off.

And he was shocked to discover, that somehow, this girl seemed to know where she was going.

They had arrived late to lunch, and he noticed how the younglings around the tables, had all shifted, seemingly to make room at their table, for only her to sit at.

She dragged him along to the back of the room, finding an empty table to sit at.

A worker came along, to hand Anakin a bowl of the usual slop, they served, but hadn't bothered to give the girl any.

"Here is your lunch, Prin-"

"Thank you, you may go now." She told the older looking boy, who had just appeared out of nowhere, to hand her a pink box.

And then he did as she said, hurried away.

"That looks disgusting." Her face screwed up as she looked at his food.

"Tastes it, too." He said, glumly, dropping the spoon back into the bowl.

"Here" She scooted closer, towards him. "You can share mine, I have loads."

She opened up the pink box, and just as she had said, there was lots of good looking food.

"No, that's okay." He fought against temptation, not wanting to take from the only other kid that had been kind to him.

"Nonsense, I won't eat it all, anyway" She handed him a juice box, as she sipped from her own strawberry milk. "The chefs always pack me too much."

She shared out the food, between the pair of them, setting out the small sandwiches, cakes, chocolates, fruits and pastries.

The two chatted about all sorts, as they ate together, but none of the things they discussed, had to do with who the girl was, and why she was so important, he noticed how she had an knack to avoid talking about herself, but he didn't want to push her, or do anything to upset her, either.

Once they had finished their lunch, Anakin had found a pack of cards, and they sat in the gardens, as they played together, enjoying the privacy and peacefulness of the place.

"Ani?" A male voice called, interrupting their third game.

"Lovey, where are you?" A booming voice joined the other.

"Lovey?" Anakin asked.

The girl jumped up, as the two men walked towards them.

"Daddy, I made a friend!" She jumped into the mans arms, as Anakin's master, Obi-Wan, joined his side.

"I hear you've been keeping the princess occupied." His master teased, as he lightly elbowed the boy's shoulder.

"Princess?" He asked, again, looking at the girl, who was being hugged by her father.

"That's fantastic, Lovey!" The man grinned widely, as he squeezed the girl in his arms, rocking her.

She wiggled out of his grasp, before joining Anakin, again.

"Daddy, this is Ani, he's a new jedi." She smiled, as she held his hand.

The man got to his knee's in front of the young boy, shaking his other hand, firmly.

"I've heard about you, I've been told that you are going to be a remarkable Jedi, that you're the chosen one."

"Y-yes, sir." He nodded, unsure of himself, he felt embarrassed by the title that had been bestowed to him, all of a sudden.

"Your highness." Obi-Wan corrected.

"Huh?"

"I beg your forgiveness." Obi-Wan told the man. "Ani, this is the king, Of Naboo."

His brows rose high, he was shaking the hand of the king.

He bowed to the man.

"I'm sorry, your highness."

"No need." King Ruwee chuckled. "I take it that my daughter didn't tell you who she is, either."

"Dad..." She mumbled, her cheeks red with embarrassment, as she twisted the toe of her shoe into the stone slab, they were stood on.

"She didn't even tell me her name." Anakin admitted.

"Lovey." Her dad shook his head.

"He didn't know who I was." She shrugged, in defence. "That seems like his problem."

"Would you like to introduce yourself, properly? Your mother would have a fit, if she saw your lack of manners."

"Fine." She turned to face Anakin, switching hands, so now she was shaking it. "Hello, Ani, I'm princess Lovisa Amidala, of Naboo." She said, in a bored tone.

"How do you do, Princess Lovisa Amidala, of Naboo." Anakin teased, as he shook her hand, a small smirk on his lips.

Anakin hadn't seen the princess, until a month later, but ever since he had met her, most of his thoughts contained her.

He missed her terribly, and he had only met her, once.

"Ani!" The girl's voice called, as him and the other younglings were leaving breakfast.

"Princess Lovisa Amidala, of Naboo." He greeted, as she ran up to him.

"Little Ani, don't call me that." she rolled her eyes, her happy mood turning sour.

"Sorry, princess" he faked sorrow.

"Ani!" She groaned, stomping her foot.

"Okay, okay." He laughed, "Vis, would you like to accompany me, today?" He asked, and in his mind, he was begging her to say yes.

"Yay! Okay!" She cheered, grabbing his hand.

The two had spent the day, much like the first day they met, but this time, Lovisa had opened up to Anakin about her life, her family, including her older sister Padme, who was 14.

Lovisa had told him that Padme can be very, very bossy, and a lot of the time, she told the younger girl to go away, because she was hanging out with her friends, and they all found her annoying, but other times, she told him how nice Padme was to her, she would brush her hair, and fill her in on gossip, or she would read to her in front of their large apple tree, in the orchard, and when her school work was tough, Padme would always help her out.

Anakin watched her eyes, as she described her sister, he could see bounds of love, and her smile was huge, it made him feel all warm inside, even though he had no family with him, it made him happy to see her talk about her own.

After that day, Anakin didn't see her for another three months.

The two were made to sit in on a meeting, with the council and the king. 

The two didn't hear much of what was discussed, as they had been too busy playing with two quills, pretending that they were Jedi Knights, but one, Lovisa's quill, had turned evil, and Anakin's quill had to defeat hers.

It was a terrifying and heroic battle, until Obi-Wan had snatched Anakin's quill, back, and Lovisa's father had told her that it was important she was listening, instead of playing like a child, which she had responded with "But daddy, I am a child."

Anakin earned a small slap to the arm, from his master, as he failed to hold in a snort.

Anakin hadn't seen the girl again, until they were both ten, and he had discovered that her new fascination, was learning what a Jedi does, and how they fight.

Anakin had suggested that he could teach her, everything he knew, and she was ecstatic at this, quickly yanking him down the halls, and to the training rooms.

"I can't hit a girl, especially not a princess." Anakin sighed, when Lovisa told him to fight her.

"So if there was an enemy, and she was a girl, you would just let her continue?" Lovisa asked.

"Well, no, but I'm not gonna fight you."

"So you're saying your better than me?" She folded her arms across her chest. “Need I remind you who’s taller?”

"I didn't say that."

"Come on, chosen boy, show me what you got. That's an order." She got into a fighting position.

"I'll get in trouble."

"No, you won't, I promise." She crossed her heart, as she said it.

"Fine, but you asked for it." He then got into a fighting position, too.

They walked around each other, in a circle, before Anakin finally made a move, but Lovisa had dodged it, tripping him up, before pinning his arm behind his back, and straddling him, so that he couldn't get up, as he layed on his tummy.

"Vis, I wasn't ready!" He argued, when she let him go, standing back up and dusting off the skirt of her dress.

"You made the first move." She said, calmly.

"How did you even manage to do that?"

"Kuna taught me." She shrugged.

"What's a Kuna?" He asked. Was that a boy? Did she hang out with other boys? Not like he cared though, why would he care?

"My royal guard, he's sixteen, and his job is to make sure I don't get into trouble, but he's really bad at it."

Anakin rolled his eyes.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing." He shrugged. "Let's go, again."

Anakin didn't manage to beat her, not even once, she managed to get him off his feet, every single time, and he didn't even care, anyone else, and the boy would have been livid, but her, he found himself admiring her, instead, she was remarkable.

The last time they saw each other, they were eleven, and after, Anakin hoped and waited for her return, every single day, but she never came back to the temple, he thought about her all the time, and would talk about her often, to his master, who was quick to remind the boy that attachment was dangerous for a Jedi, which sometimes he would say, just to make the boy shut up, throughout the years, he would wander what she was like, who she hung out with, what she was doing, and what she might look like. Sometimes he found himself looking in the mirror, at his own reflection, wandering what she might think about him, what would she think, to see him all grown up, instead of the little kid, she was a few inches taller than.

Next Part

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 23 - Virginity

Today's prompt: hi are you still accepting kinktober prompts? can i request obikin's first time? you've referenced obi wan making moves on anakin just after his knighting in a couple of the fic so far and i'd love to see how that went down xx

Intertwined - 4,645 (lol) Rating: E Content: Loss of virginity; First time; Top Obi-Wan; Bottom Anakin; Anal sex

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“Are you finished eating?”

“I guess I could—”

Obi-Wan grabbed Anakin’s wrist and tugged him up from his chair in the dining hall. Obi-Wan mumbled a quick apology to the rest of the table, fellow Jedi staring at the pair with raised brows as Anakin was practically dragged from the hall by his Master.

“What’s going on?” Anakin asked, the ghost of a laugh on his lips. He stumbled but stayed upright, his long legs catching him as they rounded a corner.

Obi-Wan kept his grip on Anakin’s wrist, his skin soft and warm to the touch, pulse point already beating rapidly.

“You’ll see,” Obi-Wan said, and tugged Anakin further along.

They rounded another corner before following the hallway toward Obi-Wan’s quarters. It was only early evening, the sun still hovering above the horizon, with fellow Jedi tending to their duties. Obi-Wan knew it was brash and reckless and perhaps unseemly, but he couldn’t wait any longer than he already had. Anakin had been taken from him after being knighted, ceremony and courtesies having to be seen to that distracted them both, Anakin being pulled in one direction while Obi-Wan was expected to look the other way - to be contented with letting Anakin leave him to forge his own path.

But they both knew that would never be the case. Even as Anakin’s Padawan braid was cut the bond between them remained just as tight. Obi-Wan could feel Anakin as much as Anakin could feel him, a steady comfort broken up with spikes of fear, dashes of annoyance, and a persistent ache of longing. A longing that Obi-Wan had tried to quell - to swallow down whenever he caught himself staring too long at the length of Anakin’s lashes, or the jutting of his bottom lip, plush and pink and wet. Or the way Anakin’s body felt against his own while they sparred, muscles forming, his youthful limbs solidifying, the scent of him changing from pungent and sour to thick and dense.

It was improper to desire Anakin and they both knew it. Even though Anakin would stare at Obi-Wan in much the same manner, his focus sharp and his intentions clear. But Anakin was his Padawan - his charge, a boy he was meant to raise and protect.

Only he wasn’t anymore.

The braid had been clipped, their duty to each other complete, their bond softened.

It was still improper; still beyond what was right and honourable. And yet Obi-Wan didn’t care.

They slipped into Obi-Wan’s quarters, Anakin laughing as Obi-Wan swung him into the centre, their hands unclasping just at the last moment. The door shut and Obi-Wan locked it, his hands trembling as he pressed the buttons and turned back around. Anakin was stood in the centre, his robes fitting him more firmly around the chest and along his shoulders every day. It was still odd to not see the familiar braid hanging from behind his ear, the ends of it brushing the leathers of his tabards. His hair was still shorne and soft to the touch, but Obi-Wan had been obsessed with the small curls that appeared at the base of his skull and around his ears for almost a year.

Anakin smiled at Obi-Wan, a blush on his cheeks that shone through the bronze and golden tones of his skin. He was playing with the sleeves of his tunic, his grip tight and knuckles white as he ducked his head and looked at Obi-Wan through his lashes. Obi-Wan felt weighted and light all at the same time - like he’d float off into the stratosphere without proper mooring, but also like he’d sink in place if he didn’t move right away. If he didn’t take his chance. If he didn’t seize the moment.

The force hummed around them; a flicker that soon turned into a flame, once warm and now overwhelming. Obi-Wan knew Anakin could feel it - could see it in how he rocked on his feet and stared at Obi-Wan, unblinking and focused, ready for whatever lessons Obi-Wan had yet to impart on him.

Deciding that he’d rather float off into space than remain stuck to the ground, Obi-Wan surged forward and cupped Anakin’s cheeks between his hands. A moment passed as the two stared at each other, Anakin’s breath stuttering and smelling of sweets he’d eaten in the cafeteria. His skin was hot and soft, baby hairs along his cheeks giving way to the start of facial hair that Obi-Wan would hate to see develop further.

“Master,” Anakin whispered.

They locked eyes, dark blue with light, before Obi-Wan closed the gap.

Anakin gasped before moaning, soft and thrilling as they pressed their lips together. It wasn’t sweet nor slow, the build-up to all of this years in the making, with buckets of salt and tears spilled over just the thought of this moment - of this first kiss. Anakin was inexperienced, his grip tight along Obi-Wan’s waist, his lips wet and parted as Obi-Wan delved inside and licked across his palate. He let out another moan, desperate and needy, and Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut as he went in for more.

“Master,” Anakin whispered again, breath wet across Obi-Wan’s lips as he was devoured.

“You’re so sweet,” Obi-Wan said, his own voice sounding desperate in his head. He didn’t care and kissed along Anakin’s jaw and down his neck, tugging and pulling at the dense material of his tunic to reach more. “Such a darling thing.”

Anakin stepped forward, pressing himself against Obi-Wan, his hands still gripping Obi-Wan’s waist like he was holding on for dear life. Or like he didn’t know what to do. The fact that Anakin had never had sex before came rocketing up into Obi-Wan’s mind, and force save him, it made his cock throb obscenely in his leggings. Grabbing Anakin’s wrist, Obi-Wan dragged him toward the bedroom, their footsteps quick across the tiled floor.

He’d made his bed as he always did, sheets firm across the mattress, pillows fluffed, creases from the night before evident in the centre despite it all. He pushed Anakin down on to the bed and Anakin landed with a huff, all long limbs and eagerness as he shifted around. His tabards slipped open across his hips, exposing the outline of his cock as it strained against his leggings.

Obi-Wan whimpered and palmed himself a few times, overcome with the sight of Anakin on his bed, splayed out and waiting - always waiting, whether it be for instruction, for guidance, for Obi-Wan’s steady hand across his back and between his shoulder blades, grounding him. Anakin watched the action with hungry eyes, his lips parting in another moan. Obi-Wan knew Anakin was vocal - had heard him touching himself a few times during their longer missions over the years, wet, frantic gasps pushing through the tent walls or sometimes, when Anakin was feeling brash and bold, from right next to Obi-Wan. At first Obi-Wan had been embarrassed, and then it had become part and parcel with living with a young man.

And then it became something more; something that Obi-Wan wanted to swallow for himself.

The tips of Anakin’s fingers danced along the edges of his belt, his eyes locked on Obi-Wan as his cock spilled into his leggings, a wet spot appearing on the brown material. Obi-Wan sighed and stepped forward, wanting to undress Anakin for himself - unwrap him, and delight in the beauty on offer. A beauty just for him.

His hands trembled as he unclasped Anakin’s belt and made move to remove the folds of fabric across his frame. Strips of bronze skin was slowly revealed to him, Obi-Wan’s hands broad and flat against Anakin’s stomach. He reveled in how Anakin’s muscles stuttered beneath his touch, breathing frantic and excited. He pushed more away to reveal Anakin’s nipples, dusty pink and pert, and without thinking too hard he ducked down and laved his tongue across one.

Anakin mewled and cupped the back of Obi-Wan’s head as he pushed up into the touch, demanding more. Obi-Wan gave it to him, tongue slick across the hardened nub as he sucked, his hands slipping beneath Anakin’s robes to run along his ribs and back. Anakin started bucking up, grinding his cock against Obi-Wan’s stomach, touch desperate as he gripped Obi-Wan’s hair and pulled.

Raising his head Obi-Wan brushed spit from his beard, the hairs course against the pads of his thumb. He wanted to burn Anakin with them - rub his face along ever expanse and groove of Anakin’s body, coating himself in Anakin’s scent and his essence, and to see bronzed skin turned pink and red from the scratch of his beard.

“Patience, darling,” Obi-Wan mumbled as Anakin scrambled beneath him, trying to keep him in place.

“I c-cant, Obi-Wan. I just want you.”

Obi-Wan’s cock throbbed, already thick and swollen between his legs.

“And you’ll have me,” he said as he continued to undress Anakin. “You just need to hold on a moment longer.”

The more of Anakin’s body that was revealed, the more impatient Obi-Wan became. He’d seen Anakin naked before but they had always been hurried glances in the fresher, Obi-Wan following the long plains of his body, admiring how the water collected across Anakin’s shoulders and stomach; how it dripped off his soft cock, pearls of it sliding along the length and the foreskin that covered his pretty, pink head. Eventually he’d look up and realize Anakin was staring as well, and before they could make eye-contact Obi-Wan would look away and stare at the tile wall, cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal.

But he could admire now, freely and without shame. Anakin lay beneath Obi-Wan entirely naked, his long and elegant cock hard between his legs, his balls full, hair thick and curled around the base of his length. Obi-Wan watched as a string of precome slid down his length, making his cock glisten beneath the light of the setting sun.

Anakin didn’t shy from obi-Wan’s gaze, his body open, legs spread, lips parted as he gazed up at Obi-Wan through heavy lidded eyes, luring him closer. He had no shame.

Obi-Wan wondered where he got that from.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin huffed.

Obi-Wan let out a small laugh, embarrassment flush in his chest as he started to undress. “Sorry, darling. Just a little caught up in everything.”

“Nothing you haven’t seen,” Anakin said. He smiled then, low and seductive, his eyes tracing the lines of Obi-Wan’s face before falling further down as Obi-Wan exposed more and more of himself. “Caught you staring multiple times - in the shower, in the change rooms… that one time we got coated in some sort of goop in the middle of a mission. You kept staring at me as I undressed. You weren’t subtle.”

Obi-Wan knew he was blushing but there wasn’t anything he could hide behind, his robes now a pile on top of Anakin’s - cream and light browns mixed with dark and black. He liked how they looked. When he looked back up from the mess Anakin was staring at Obi-Wan’s cock. His pupils were blown, black swallowing up the blue hues that Obi-Wan had come to love more than any other colour. Lips parted, Anakin sucked back a breath, tongue sliding out to run along his bottom lip.

Obi-Wan wanted Anakin to taste him. He wanted to suck on Anakin’s cock, have Anakin choke him with it, overpower him and claim what they’d both wanted for so long. And he wanted Anakin to do the same - to rest between his legs and take the tip of his cock into his mouth, teasing him, tasting him. He wanted to see the innocence give way to experience, Anakin’s hesitant touch turning into bold and steady as he gripped Obi-Wan and pleased them both.

But there wasn’t time for that. Anakin was inexperienced and excited, his cock already slick and hard and pulsing, his hips twitching up incrementally. He was whimpering as he squirmed on the bed, attention still fixed on Obi-Wan’s cock - thicker than Anakin’s, but not as elegant.

Kneeling on the bed, Obi-Wan grabbed Anakin’s thighs and pulled him up on to his lap, Anakin’s breath stuttering as his taint and balls pressed against Obi-Wan’s length.

“Kriff,” Obi-Wan hissed as soon as his cock touched Anakin, sliding along his smooth skin and warmth, precome slick across Anakin’s underside as he rutted up against him.

Anakin wrapped his legs around Obi-Wan’s waist and sat up slightly, leaning back on to his hands as he thrust against Obi-Wan’s cock, mouth slack and eyes flickering shut as they ground against each other. Keeping a tight hold on Anakin’s thighs, Obi-Wan admired Anakin’s frame, watching the muscles across his stomach flex, his chest heaving, nipples pink with one still slick with Obi-Wan’s spit. He was making little noises with every movement, moans mixed with whimpers as he ground his ass against Obi-Wan’s cock, pressing into him until they were both shaking and desperate.

“I want inside of you,” Obi-Wan said. He knew he sounded desperate but didn’t care. He was desperate - for Anakin and his heat and his touch and his kisses.

“Please,” Anakin moaned. “Fuck me, Master.”

Pressing forward, Obi-Wan pushed Anakin back down on to the bed. Grinding their cocks together Obi-Wan kissed Anakin deeply, loving how Anakin used too much tongue and teeth, messy and desperate, the two covering each other up in their spit. There would be time to finesse Anakin’s technique - to teach him how to rub and please, how to suck on a person’s tongue and just where to bite. But for now Obi-Wan would enjoy Anakin’s enthusiasm, his hands brutal across Obi-Wan’s shoulders, fingers digging into his muscles as he held on to him.

Obi-Wan ran his hands along Anakin’s jaw and neck and up through his hair, short strands still long enough to grab and pull. Anakin let out a loud groan and thrust upward, his movements erratic as he ground into Obi-Wan.

But they both wanted more. Needed more. They couldn’t settle for just this, their cocks pushed between their stomachs, swollen and aching and ready to spill with the simplest of touches. They needed a connection - they needed to be joined so as to make a promise to one another that they would never be parted. No knighting could severe the bond between them; no traditions nor customs. They were to be together forever, in all ways from the physical to the spiritual.

They were as one.

Obi-Wan scrambled around in the drawer next to his bedside, trying to find a bottle of lube that he’d bought for this occasion. He didn’t do this often with others, his thoughts so wrapped up in Anakin for so long that pleasure couldn’t be found anywhere else. His delights were fixed on Anakin and everything he was - there could never be another. Finding the bottle Obi-Wan sat up, ignoring Anakin’s desperate pleas to remain on top of him.

“I need to prepare you,” Obi-Wan said, not unkindly.

Anakin nodded and lay back down. He spread his legs though he didn’t shift his hips, a sudden humility evident in his gaze as he waited for Obi-Wan to reach between his legs. Obi-Wan warmed the lube with his fingers, rubbing it between the pads while he pet Anakin’s thigh with his left, trying to sooth the little voice in Anakin’s head that told him this would be painful. Reaching down, Obi-Wan asked Anakin to tilt his hips forward before he slipped his fingers between his cheeks and searched. It didn’t take long to find Anakin’s hole - tight and whorled muscles hidden beneath the dense matting of hair. Anakin let out a soft sigh, body jerking away from Obi-Wan’s touch.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?” Obi-Wan asked, his rubbing becoming more insistent as Anakin started to relax.

“No. E-except to clean myself, that is.”

Obi-Wan groaned. The thought that he was the first made him dizzy with arousal. Anakin hadn’t even breached his own walls - hadn’t touched the velvet softness inside, hadn’t searched and explored, hadn’t stretched and pushed and rubbed. Obi-Wan would be the first.

“I want you to relax, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said quietly. “Breath evenly and deeply, and focus on my touch and not the strange sensations.”

“I don’t need a lecture on meditation,” Anakin huffed out.

But he did as instructed, his body relaxing as Obi-Wan continued to pet his thigh and rub his hole. A few moments passed, their bond humming calmly between the two despite it all, before Obi-Wan pressed a finger inside. Anakin tensed a moment and Obi-Wan stilled, finger only half-way inside, before Anakin let out a soft sigh and relaxed enough for Obi-Wan to push in all the way. Moving his finger in and out, Obi-Wan let Anakin adjust to the new sensation before adding a second. Again Anakin tensed and then relaxed, his eyes closed as he slowly started grinding down on Obi-Wan’s hand.

“That’s a lad… that’s a good boy.”

Anakin’s cock twitched, stringy precome adding itself to the mess across his stomach. “I-I try.”

“Sometimes you do.”

Anakin’s blush deepened.

Anakin’s walls were was warm and inviting as Obi-Wan suspected they would be, his ring tight along Obi-Wan’s fingers, his thighs slick with sweat. Obi-Wan took his time stretching Anakin, adding a third in before he curled and searched. It took a moment, Obi-Wan readjusting, before—

A shout broke out through the room, desperate and keening, and Obi-Wan watched with joy as Anakin arched up from the bed and ground his hips down, his heels digging into the mattress. The pressure of his grinding hurt Obi-Wan’s hand but he didn’t complain and simply rubbed, getting Anakin more and more excited. Anakin let out another string of swears both in the standard and in Huttese, his brows furrowed as he writhed on the bed. Obi-Wan admired his features for a moment, watching the sweat slide along Anakin’s temple, the parting of his lips, tongue wet in the darkness of his eager mouth, before he looked down Anakin’s spread legs to watch his fingers as they slipped in and out from Anakin’s most intimate of parts.

“M-master, please,” Anakin begged, his body shuddering as Obi-Wan stroked his spot again.

He was close. Obi-Wan could feel it in their bond, a frenetic energy that lashed and rippled and sliced. Obi-Wan would have been tempted to continue - to have Anakin come undone because of his fingers alone - but he’d waited far too long to end it this way. He needed to be inside. Reaching between Anakin’s legs Obi-Wan gripped the base of his cock, keeping the pressure from overwhelming him. He’d stalled his fingers inside and waited for Anakin to stop squirming before sliding his fingers out, slick with lube and sore from their manipulation.

“Calm yourself,” Obi-Wan said, though he wasn’t sure if it was for Anakin’s benefit or his own.

Never in his life had he ever been this hard. His cock throbbed between his legs, painful almost as it continued to bob and pulse, thick rivulets of precome sliding down his length to collect on the base of his balls. Normally he could hold out - wring every last pleasure from himself before he was ready for release, sometimes touching himself or his partner for hours before giving in.

But normally he wasn’t with Anakin - his beautiful, precious boy. His Padawan, forever and always despite it all.

He kissed Anakin quickly before sitting up. Grabbing the lube he coated his cock before taking one of the pillows and shoving it beneath Anakin’s hips. Anakin made a curious noise, but Obi-Wan shushed him by pressing the tip of his cock against Anakin’s entrance. They both moaned, the simple sensation of touch enough to make Obi-Wan fear he’d come before he could even sink inside the supple flesh on offer.

“This will hurt for a moment, but I want you to stay as relaxed as you can, Anakin.” Obi-Wan brushed Anakin’s cheek with his free hand. “Can you do that for me, darling?”

Anakin nodded, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. “Y-yeah.”

Obi-Wan nodded and lifted Anakin’s hips before repositioning himself. He took a deep breath before he slowly pressed inside Anakin. Anakin let out a stuttered breath and squeezed down as soon as Obi-Wan’s cock-head had breached the rim, but with some soothing words he relaxed enough for Obi-Wan to sink half-way inside. It was then that Anakin’s body refused to go any further, and Obi-Wan remained where he was, cock half-way in and leaking into Anakin.

Marking him.

Another breath, more soothing words, and Anakin let Obi-Wan all the way inside.

Collapsing on top of Anakin, Obi-Wan peppered his cheeks and neck with soft kisses, trying to get Anakin to stop trembling.

“I know, darling. I know. It’s a lot.”

“Y-you’re not that big,” Anakin huffed, though Obi-Wan knew it was a remark told to make himself feel better about the whole thing.

He was big - there was no denying it. And Anakin was hot around him, and tight, his walls squeezing down until Obi-Wan thought he might break his cock off with one wrong move. Yet he didn’t squirm or demand Anakin relax, and tried to focus on the sensations of being completely inside Anakin.

There was a part of him that thought maybe this day would never come; that either he or Anakin would refuse to give in. That one of them would come to their senses and realize that this was a poor idea, brought on by desperate and weak minds. But they’d not come to their senses. In fact, they gripped each other’s hands and leapt into the abyss together. Foolish and unbecoming, but true to who they were.

Anakin started squirming after a time, hips rocking ever so slightly as Obi-Wan continued to kiss his cheeks and lips, tongue slick across his skin to taste tears and sweat. Pressing their foreheads together, Obi-Wan kissed Anakin deeply just as he pulled out and pushed back in. Anakin’s guttural moan mixed with Obi-Wan’s hiss of pleasure, the two panting in each other’s mouths as Obi-Wan started moving in earnest.

They moved together as if in battle, one pulling back while the other surged forward, a dance as old as time itself breaking out between them. Anakin was so tight and so soft and warm, cradling Obi-Wan close as he allowed Obi-Wan to fuck into him. Obi-Wan kept his movements slow and steady for a time, but eventually his desires overwhelmed him and he started pushing in faster, hips stalling every so often as Anakin readjusted before they resumed their punishing pace.

Anakin was breathing heavy and fast against Obi-Wan’s cheek, his arms wrapped tight around Obi-Wan as he held him close, his hips rocking up to take more of Obi-Wan. When Obi-Wan angled his hips and pressed his knees into the mattress he knew he’d found Anakin’s prostate, Anakin letting out a choked sob as his body shuddered beneath Obi-Wan.

“That’s a lad,” Obi-Wan whispered against Anakin’s neck, his nose pressed against sweat-slick skin that smelled of rich soaps and leather. “S-such a good boy, taking my cock like this. Such a good, good boy. So hot and tight around my cock.”

“M-Master,” Anakin sobbed. He gripped Obi-Wan’s forearms, his touch bruising as they rocked together.

Reaching between them Obi-Wan stroked Anakin’s cock once, twice, before Anakin was coming. Obi-Wan stilled his hips as Anakin shuddered beneath him, wanting to admire the sight before him. Anakin was writhing on the bed, cheeks stained with tears, his lashes coated in them as he bit down on his knuckles. The cords of his neck were strained, his chest pink, his skin covered in sweat and his own come, milky and tempting.

“Such a beautiful thing,” Obi-Wan whimpered as he came from the sight alone. Shoving his cock inside, he ducked his head and spilled his come into Anakin, coating his insides in his seed.

The Jedi could cut the braid and tell them to lessen their bond; they could instruct and guide them on how to remain separate people, with separate goals and separate lives; they could offer all the common sense and good judgment as they wanted, but it would fall on deaf, stubborn ears. Because Obi-Wan knew they were always supposed to be like this - bonded to each other, their messes painted upon each other’s bodies, their lives forever intertwined until it became impossible to separate one from the other.

The thought alone of what they’d done - the bond they’d created with such a simple, base action - made Obi-Wan’s cock pulse again, and he groaned as he gave all he had to the boy beneath him.

Once they were done Obi-Wan slipped out of Anakin and hovered above him. Anakin remained limp on the bed, his eyes closed as he breathed steadily through his nose. He was still crying, and Obi-Wan reached out to brush his tears away with the pad of his thumb. Blue eyes hazy with pleasure blinked up at Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but return Anakin’s soft smile.

“Hullo,” Obi-Wan mumbled.

Anakin chuckled, wet and thick. “Hi.”

Obi-Wan kissed him, slow and lazy, before he got up and went to the fresher. He grabbed a towel and wet it before returning to Anakin. Anakin lay on the bed, a tangle of long limbs and sweat slick skin, his hair already curling slightly in the humidity of the room.

“You going to grow your hair out?” Obi-Wan asked, his hands steady as he cleaned Anakin up.

Anakin shrugged. “Maybe. Think I should?”

“I think you should, yes,” Obi-Wan said. Tossing the towel down on to the floor, he lay down next to Anakin and collected him in his arms. “Though, you’re no longer beholden to my instruction, so… you can do whatever you like.”

Anakin nodded and let out a sigh as he stretched before relaxing, body pressing into Obi-Wan’s. His arms were curled up between them, Anakin reached out to trace the sparse greys that had grown along the corner of Obi-Wan’s beard. Obi-Wan squeezed him closer, admiring the gold flecks in Anakin’s lashes as he came down from their shared release. Anakin already looked exhausted.

Obi-Wan would let him rest a moment before continuing. He still wanted more.

“I’ll always need your guidance,” Anakin mumbled, exhaustion making his words slur and his lashes flutter.

The confession made Obi-Wan’s chest squeeze a little, and he kissed Anakin’s brow. “I’m glad to hear it.”

“Of course, I won’t always take your advice,” Anakin yawned. “I mean, if it’s stupid or I don’t want to do it.”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “Perish the thought.”

“But if you want to teach me about how to suck cock, or eat someone out…”

“How about like right now?”

Anakin shifted, his eyes opening. He suddenly didn’t look quite as tired as he once had.

“Yeah?”

Obi-Wan kissed Anakin deeply before shoving him on to his back. “First lesson will be how to take a man’s cock all the way down to the base with your mouth alone…”

[sukugo]

Obi-wan has seen so much of Anakin.

A myriad of worn expressions. The different twists and turns of his face. The numerous falls of his hair against his neck. The unique ways distinct fabrics hug his skin. All of them joining to make so many combinations of faces and attires and lengths of hair.

And all of them, every single one of the different versions of Anakin’s appearance, bring the same warmth to his body, the same swell at his chest. Every single one of them is dear to his heart.

But in the midst of all these Anakins, which he categorizes into their unique iterations—

There's a freshly washed, soothed Anakin, robes crisp and hair windswept. And a bored, lounging Anakin, brown locks framing his puffed cheeks and laying against the neck of his bare tunic. And a frustrated, sleep-abandoned Anakin, huffy and cocooned by the soft drape of his cloak, the lines of his brows deeper and the well below his eyes darker. And a mournful, needy Anakin, the jut of his bottom lip, the rosiness in his cheeks, the crystal shine of his ever-wet eyes, robes tousled and slumping over his shoulders—

(And. And. And.)

In midst of these, there's a very specific Anakin that Obi-wan loves. That has made home in a very special corner of his already Anakin-infested heart.

And it's not a rare Anakin by any means. Still, he considers it a privilege to behold him all the same.

It’s an Anakin he finds in the battlefield, in the temple training grounds, standing tall and bright, the remnants of a fight still sparking the air around his body.

During particularly scorching days when they stroll through the streets of Coruscant, an iced treat in Anakin’s hand, the days’ fatigue slowing his steps (though not his radiance).

During Anakin’s obsession-driven tinkering sessions, when he forgets about the existence of bodily needs, or the fact he has skin, grease streaked across his jaw, wet streams running down his temple and the dips of his back.

And Anakin is from a desert planet.

Unlike Obi-wan, he doesn't mind a little sweat, the restricting cling of his clothes and the suffocating weigh of the heat over his body. Where Obi-wan would change into a fresh pair of robes, Anakin walks like it were a second skin to him. Familiar and comfortable.

And it's that Anakin.

Sweat-soaked and wet. Lips slick and bitten. Tired elation as he manages to fix a particularly gnarly bit of whatever mechanical contraption he’s working on at the time.

Sticky and content. Beads of sweat running down his cheeks, hollowed out as he sucks on his lolly, takes a hand to run through his damp hair and smile slow and messy at Obi-wan, a joke lifting the edges of his mouth.

Battle-weary and shining with tiredness. Huffing breaths as he comes down from the battle high, cheeks red and body vibrating with heat as it gushes sweat to cool itself and dampen the fabric of his robes, has them lay heavy against his skin.

His hair is slick and plastered to his forehead, gone from his characteristic voluminous soft waves to thin twirls that frame his face with little curling tendrils against his cheeks.

And he glows.

(Probably because of the wet sheen across his skin, his mind reasons, but he glows nonetheless.)

His skin shines with a sort of electric vigor, even through the layer of exhaustion, his entire being glittering under the warm light. Utter radiance—somehow even his Force presence more sun-soaked.

And the sight of him is delightful.

It has Obi-wan's heart swell. His body tingle. His eyes delight, and his throat give a thick bob.

It’s—probably what he’d look like lain down under Obi-wan.

Sweaty and huffy and sticky and wet and filthy.

And as his eyes lay upon him, Obi-wan is helpless to do anything but ache. Itch with blazing want. Wish to run his tongue along his jaw and across his belly. Kiss the lines of his infuriating, pink, wet, lips.

He must taste of salt and tiredness. (And a bitter tinge of grease at the edges.)

[underacalicosky]

I'm greedy so I'll ask for more: 31 or 41 ! :D

I love all these prompt requests! Thanks for sending these @sky-kenobye! ❤️ I posted my prompt fill for #41 yesterday, and here’s the fill for #31.

31. “Anyone ever tell you you’ve got the prettiest eyes in the world?”

Very Big Trouble

His fingers fumble around on the wall until he finds the switch and the room fills with light. Obi-Wan’s other hand is still pressed against Anakin’s sternum, holding him up to the back of his front door so that he doesn’t topple over.

“Alright, so I’ve gotten you home safely,” he tells Anakin. “Can I leave you on the couch?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Anakin answers. His hands grab onto Obi-Wan’s arm and pull him closer.

Obi-Wan wraps an arm around him and helps him to the couch. There’s part of him that thinks he should stay and keep watch over this boy as he sobers up or sleeps it off. But he’s essentially a stranger.

A very young stranger. A very young and very attractive stranger. A very young and very attractive stranger with a very low tolerance for alcohol.

He’s a friend of Rex’s, who Obi-Wan happened to meet at Cody’s birthday party, which was also Rex’s party since they’re twins. And when it was time to leave, Obi-Wan agreed to drop off said stranger at his apartment when Cody mentioned that they only lived a few blocks apart from each other.

And that’s how Obi-Wan find himself gently depositing Anakin on his couch.

“I’m going leave a glass of water here for you on this side table,” Obi-Wan says and gestures next to the couch. “Do you think you can try to drink it?”

Anakin blinks his glassy eyes at him and nods with a slight smile. “Yeah, I can try.”

A minute later, Obi-Wan returns from Anakin’s surprisingly tidy kitchen with the water and places it on the table.

“Alright then,” Obi-Wan says awkwardly. “I’ll show myself out. Remember to lock up after me.”

“Anyone ever tell you you’ve got the prettiest eyes in the world?” Anakin says softly.

Obi-Wan freezes in midstep. “Pardon?”

“Your eyes,” Anakin enunciates exaggeratedly. “They’re the prettiest I’ve ever seen. Blue. Gray. Green.”

A blush blooms across Obi-Wan’s cheeks. “I... thank you,” he breathes.

Slowly, Anakin stands and steps closer to Obi-Wan. Close enough to put his hands on the sides of his face, stroking his beard with his thumbs.

Swallowing, Obi-Wan’s eyes dart from Anakin’s eyes to his mouth, then back up. He sees Anakin quirk an eyebrow, his lips parting in interest.

“We shouldn’t,” Obi-Wan whispers.

“You’re not into guys?” Anakin asks.

“That’s not it,” Obi-Wan responds.

“You already have someone?”

“No.”

“You just don’t find me attractive?” Anakin asks, disappointment in his voice and Obi-Wan feels his resolve begin to crumble.

“I’d be taking advantage of you in this state.”

Anakin blinks, a glimmer of hope returning to his eyes. “I’m not as tipsy as I seem.”

Obi-Wan huffs a chuckle. “A little bit tipsy is enough for me to say no.”

But Anakin doesn’t take no for an answer and Obi-Wan finds himself being pulled even closer, unable to escape now that he’s trapped in Anakin’s orbit. It happens almost in slow motion. Their lips meet and Obi-Wan sighs at the touch, eyes slipping shut. His stomach flips as Anakin kisses him, hesitantly at first, before he feels the tip of his tongue licking along the seam of Obi-Wan’s lips. His hand winds into Anakin’s hair and his fingers tangle in his soft curls.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan pulls away, shaking his head.

“That was... that was very nice, but we should stop,” Obi-Wan says. He says it while his eyes are staring at Anakin’s pink mouth, wet and plush.

Anakin’s face falls. “We don’t have to stop,” he murmurs with a pout and sways on his feet.

It’s far too tempting.

“Darling,” Obi-Wan says softly, his hand gently petting Anakin’s hair. “I would much rather our first time be something that you’re fully sober to enjoy and remember,” he suggests, and absently wonders why he phrased it as though there would be more one time. “Doesn’t that sound better? Don’t you want to remember all the fun we’ll have together?” he suggests, nodding his head, hoping that Anakin will follow suit.

Anakin’s eyes widen and he nods along with Obi-Wan. “Okay.”

Obi-Wan smiles. “Okay.” Taking a step back, he lets his hand fall from Anakin.

“But you’re still staying, right?” Anakin asks.

“Staying?” Obi-Wan repeats.

“To keep me company tonight. You’re not leaving me alone, are you?” Anakin’s voice is so small and his eyes are so pleading.

“N- no,” Obi-Wan stammers and immediately knows that he’s in trouble. Very big trouble as his chest tightens. “I won’t leave you alone,” he tells Anakin and gathers him in his arms.

[ricky-tiki-tah]

If you're still looking for Ego prompts, maybe Wilford? 👀

Yes! I’ve had an idea for him banging around for a little bit.

—Story Time—

Mornings were always a quiet affair. Most of the other egos figured that Wilford needed his coffee to wake up in the morning, as any attempt to interact with him before then was largely unsuccessful. Only a few of the older egos knew the truth.

“Good morning, Wil.”

William hummed a quiet greeting to Dark, nodding towards the Jims at the kitchen table as he grabbed his mug, once again thankful that Dark gets up early enough to make coffee before everyone else is awake.

“Morning Not-so-Pink Jim!” One of the two Jim’s currently at the table spoke up.

“Mornin’ CJ.” William responded, turning around to lean against the counter and sipping his coffee.

Dark turned to grab the sugar and whipped cream, in preparation for Wilford’s memories to slot into place. “Any plans today, love?”

William shrugged, closing his eyes to just enjoy the quiet. “Got a meeting with Kathryn later. Think I’ll work on new interview questions til then.”

At this point the pink was returning to his hair and mustache, so Dark passed him the sugar. “Tell Kathryn I said hello, would you?”

Wilford nodded, reaching for the whipped cream and digging through a cabinet for the rainbow sprinkles. “Oh sure! Here’s to hoping she doesn’t mention the mess that happened yesterday!”

Wilford clinked his overly sugary mug with Dark’s, pressing a kiss to the other’s cheek before turning to head towards his studio. “Later Jims! I’ll look over your footage after my meeting.”

“Later Pink Jim!” The duo chorused.

AJ turned to look at Dark, who raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Reporter Jim wants to interview William.” CJ spoke up.

Dark shook his head, finishing off his own coffee. “That’s not advisable, Jim. Wilford doesn’t know about his lapsing into William, and I would rather not find out what would happen if he were to find out.”

“Permission to interview Wilford, Demon Jim?” AJ asked.

“If you don’t ask about William, I don’t care AJ. Goodness knows what you four will do otherwise.” Dark replied. They had long since given up arguing with the Jims that they weren’t a demon.

—

“Wil, I can’t find Roosevelt!” Artie ran up to the pink journalist.

“Well then I’ll help you look! She’s bound to be around here somewhere.” Wilford pat the boys head reassuringly before turning towards his manager. “Excuse me Kathryn, this is of upmost importance. Roosevelt is expecting and Artie here has been busy making her a comfy little nest.”

Kathryn sighed but nodded. “Well we were nearly done already. I’ll leave the notes on your desk. Nice to see you Artie.”

“Nice to see you Kathryn!” Artie waved, tugging on Wilford’s hand. “Let’s go Wil!”

“Later!” Wilford waved. “Oh, Bim was wanting to talk to you too.”

“Alright. Good luck Artie.”

“Thanks!” Artie was finally able to pull Wilford away and towards his room.

“Have you looked in your treehouse yet, King?” Wilford asked, watching Artie tug him along with amusement.

“Yeah, she’s not actually missing though. I just had to think of something to get you out of the meeting.” Artie admitted, opening his door and making a beeline to his window.

“Oh really, whatever for?”

“Roosevelt had her babies!!” Artie explained, leading the way across the rope bridge to his treehouse.

“Oh did she now! That’s wonderful!” Wilford laughed, following the boy’s lead in staying quiet and moving slowly.

“Look!” Artie pointed towards one of the nest holes. “They’re so tiny!”

“Indeed! What do you plan to name them?”

Artie hummed deep in thought, milling it over as he studied the squirrel kits. Wilford smiled fondly, petting another squirrel while he waited.

“I think I’ll call that one Sherbet, that one Rocky, that little one Obi-Wan, and that one Moose.” Artie finally decided, pointing to each kit as he named them.

Wilford laughed. “Lovely names, I’m sure they’ll grow right into them!”

Artie beamed. “Oh they will! I’m the best King of the Squirrels ever and I’ll make sure they grow up to be big and strong little squirrels! Oh, the Jims want to interview you again, by the way.”

“Of course, they’ve only done so twice this week, I was waiting for them to come looking for me again.”

—

“There you are, Darkling!” Dark looked up as the pink ego appeared in their room.

“Hello Wilford, how was your day?”

“Oh it was great!” Wilford started, sprawling across Dark’s lap. “I scheduled another interview, and that meeting with Kathryn went splendidly! Oh say, did King tell you about his baby squirrels? They’re so adorable and tiny! And of course the Jims interviewed me again. This time they wanted to know how some of my hair is pink and I told them ‘well how should I know? It just is!’”

Dark smiled, setting his book aside and carding softly through said pink hair while he listened to Wilford ramble on about his day.

[sugarrrvenomm]

worst behavior // obi-wan x reader

i’m back again w the nastiness :) hit up my ask box w requests

summary: obi-wan owns all ur holes <3 (including ur ass so if ur not into that walk away !)

length: 2.1k

“Deep breathe, sweetheart,” Obi-Wan told you, one hand in your hair and the other stroking his cock, slathering it in the spit you had already drooled all over it.

In response, you mewled and obeyed, then opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue and giving him puppy-dog eyes, even through tears. He pushed back into your mouth, sinking in further and further until you felt him knocking against your throat. Stuck there, trapped between his strong hand keeping you in place and his thick cock filling you to the brim, there was no place you’d rather be. You looked up at him, and felt your pussy pulse at the sight of him—hair falling over his forehead, cheeks pink with arousal. So handsome, you wanted to tell him. But all you could do is moan around his cock, feeling it twitch.

“Oh, fuck. That’s—“ he moaned back, hand twisting in your hair a bit harsher, before he was pushing in even further, forcing himself into your throat. The tears in your eyes spilled over and you fought every instinct to pull back. His face changed, sympathetic and condescending all at once. “So pretty when you cry,” he told you, before pumping his hips meanly. This time, you couldn’t help it; you gagged.

At the feeling of your throat spasming around him, he groaned, but softened his grip so you could pull off and cough. Obi-Wan crouched down, pushing your hair from your face, wiping at your drool and tears. He kissed your forehead, “My perfect, messy girl. I know you’re trying so hard for me, aren’t you?”

You leaned into his touch, “Uh-huh,” you nodded, eyes on his lips, and trying to lean in.

He stopped you before you could kiss him, gripping your jaw in his hands and squeezing. “I’m not done with you yet, though.” The harsh grip on your face made you whine in arousal.

“Open,” Obi-Wan ordered, and you resumed your position from before; mouth open, tongue out. He leant over and spat into your mouth, wet and frothy. Then, he was standing again and pumping his cock in from of your face, making you almost go cross-eyed trying to follow it. It was so big, so pink; you wanted it in your mouth so bad. You looked up at him, trying to plead wordlessly with your tongue still out, his drool sliding down your tongue, dripping onto your tits.

The sound of his laugh just made you whine again.

“Oh, sweetheart. You want this?” He cooed, taking his cock in hand and slapping it on your tongue, the sliding it across your cheek, leaving a smear of precome before giving your cheek a  few taps with it. “Little cockslut.”

Then he was pushing back into your mouth, taking it slow, feeding you just the tip at first. You sucked, hollowing your cheeks and moaning at the taste, trying to fight his grip to take him deeper. After watching you struggle for a moment, he gave you what you wanted, sinking back into your mouth until your nose was brushing his short pubic hair and you were humming in bliss, drooling your thoughts away around him.

He slid out again, before fucking back in, meaner than before. As he built up a steady rhythm fucking your face, you relaxed your throat and tried to breathe through your nose, happy to let him use you, pussy aching and empty.

“That’s it. Take it, take it, fucking take it,” Obi-Wan was chanting above you. His grip tightened in your hair and he pressed you even closer, grinding his hips in your face and hissing through his teeth. You were sure he was going to come, and prepared for the feeling of his hot, sticky load shooting down your throat. With as deep as he was, you wouldn’t even taste it, unfortunately.

But before that happened, he was dragging himself out of your mouth, slick spit stringing between his cock and your lips. You attempted to follow him, get his wet cock back in your mouth so you could drain his balls, but he stopped you with a hand to your forehead. You glanced up at his face.

Obi-Wan was looking down at you, eyes a little hazy, but somehow there was still something sharp in them.

“Get on the bed. On all fours,” he ordered, voice raspy like he was the one whose throat was just fucked.

You scrambled to obey, standing on shaky legs and climbing on the bed to arrange yourself like he asked. With baited breath, you waited for him to touch you. For a long moment, he didn’t. And you knew he was just staring at you, bent over and presenting for him.

Then, fingers were grabbing your ass, gripping and spreading you, while more slipped between your legs, dragging along your soaked cunt.

“All wet just from sucking my cock?” He asked you.

For a moment, you contemplated not answering him. There were times Obi-Wan demanded answers, and punished you for your silence. And there were times speaking, even in response to being questioned, earned you a punishment. It all depended on which kind of cruel he was that day.

A shot in the dark, you answered, “Yes.”

No harsh slap came, so you must’ve guessed right. Instead, the grip on your ass got harsher, and the fingers on your cunt dipped into you shallowly, before dragging out.

“Yeah? You like having my fat cock shoved down your throat?” His voice was cooing.

You nodded into the mattress, and surprisingly he accepted this answer, too.

When the fingers between your legs came up to press at your other hole, stroking the pink entrance of your ass, you knew he had let it go because he had something else planned.

“Sweetheart,” he moaned above you, petting at your entrance, “How do you feel about me ignoring your naughty, little cunt and fucking you here?” With the words, he spread and kneaded at your ass, making you whine and feel like you could come just from his words alone.

And as much as you wanted him in your pussy, to fill you up where you were throbbing and dripping; you couldn’t deny him anything. “Please, please, Obi-Wan.”

“Good girl,” he purred.

You closed your eyes and listened to the sounds of him procuring lube and wetting his fingers. Soon, he was playing with your ass again, slipping one finger in and making you arch your back, already keening at just one of his thick fingers. You pushed back on it, clenching down and willing him to go faster, “More, more,” you begged him.

Easily, he granted your request pressing his index and middle fingers into you and scissoring them.

“How’s that, greedy girl? Do you like my fingers in your ass?”

“So good, s’good, Obi-Wan… I love it,” You whined, feeling your spit pooling on the bed below you. It felt like your pussy was drooling a puddles worth too, needy and ignored between your legs. When you felt a third finger nudge it’s way into you, slicked with more lube, you cried out and fucked back, forcing it in.

Then, there was a slap to your ass so hard you tried to scramble away, but you were stopped by his grip on your hips, one hand dry and the other all wet with lube. The pain was searing, but now your cunt and ass ached with emptiness.

Obi-Wan crowded over you, making you press further into the mattress. One hand left you, and then there was the feeling of the hot, blunt head of him at your entrance. You got no warning before he slipped in.

“Since you seem so fucking intent on rushing me,” he growled, sinking into the hilt while you gasped for breath below him, overwhelmed with the fullness, the stretch.

He only gave you a moment, then he was fucking you like he had fucked your throat; rough and mean and perfect. Your tongue hung out just the same, and the sound of his balls slapping against you made you clench around him and moan, “Harder.”

Another spank and you were keening. “Force, you’re a mess,” Obi-Wan groaned, pummeling into you. “I bet you could come just from this. Such a fucking whore.”

Pleasure surging through you, you vaguely registered that he was right. If he kept talking, kept fucking your ass, slapping you, caging you in; you would probably embarrass yourself and make a mess, come so hard without your pussy even being touched. Weakly, you nodded into the sheets.

“Gods,” Obi-Wan panted, still fucking into you, the slap of your bodies meeting loud in the room. “Oh, darling, do you think I’d neglect your pussy? Even if you can come just from my cock splitting open your tight ass, do you really think I’d leave you like that?”

You slumped further into the mattress, moaning, Yes, yes yes. He was going to touch you, make you come. Smiling lazily, you braced yourself for his fingers on your clit.

You weren’t expecting it to come in the form of a sharp slap to your sensitive cunt.

In response, you jolted, trying to fight his grip on you, but he held you firmer with his free hand, while the other swung between your legs again, slapping your pussy, the sound of it wet and mortifying. You nearly screamed, most of it in pleasure despite the way you tried to act like you didn’t want it. Obi-Wan only snickered at your sounds and attempts at throwing him off. He fucked you harder, shoving you up the bed with his thrusts.

“Is that better?” He asked condescendingly, landing another slap to your pussy.

Whining, you felt tears spring to your eyes, “Obi-Wan…” You mewled, half-delirious with pleasure.

“Hmmm,” Obi-Wan hummed, taking his hand from between your legs and slowing down his thrusts.

Your breathing steadied and you felt yourself relax slightly in the sheets, still tipping dangerously close to the edge with his smooth, languid strokes. He leant down, pressing his chest to your back, making you feel smothered.

“Maybe we should lock up your nasty little cunt since you’re so easy to please me with your other holes, hm? How does that sound, sweet girl?” With his cooing, biting words, he started to thrust a bit harsher again. You could only make noises in the sheets.

Obi-Wan growled, slapping your ass again. “Not like you have a say in the matter, anyway. Your cunt is mine.”

“Mmph,” you moaned, body jolting with each slap of his hips to your ass, with every drag of his thick cock in and out of you.

“Say it.”

You gathered all your strength and what was left of your brain to answer him, “‘M yours, Obi-Wan. My pussy—ah!” You cried out as he spanked you again. “My holes, they’re yours. I’m yours.”

“That’s my girl,” Obi-Wan moaned, and the pleased sound of it made you preen, even as tears slid down your cheeks and your neglected pussy clenched around nothing. He slid his arms down yours, then intertwined your hands as he laid nearly all his weight on you. The heat of him, the rub of his chest hair, the scent of his sweat; it all sent you hurtling once more toward your orgasm—and you could tell he was getting close too, from the way he’d stopped running his mouth and his thrusts were getting sloppy.

As he sunk just the slightest bit further into you and pressed you the mattress, your swollen clit dragged against the bed, and you nearly screamed. It took a few more moments of him fucking you, forcing your pussy to the mattress, humping you down into it before your eyes were rolling back and you calling out for him as you came, “Obi-Wan, fuck, fuck me.”

From above, he bit down into your shoulder and moaned into your skin, mumbling out nonsense and pet-names, pumping his hips messily while your ass clenched around him until he was crying out, high and throaty, as his cock throbbed and he filled your ass with come.

A few moments later, he laid all his weight on you.

Coming down from your orgasm, you giggled lazily and shoved at him. Obi-Wan rolled off of you, tugging you until you were nestled in his arms.

“You were so good, darling. Lovely, wonderful, perfect,” he spoke as he kissed your head with every word.

You blinked slowly, still feeling out of it, and felt like you might fall asleep before he had the chance to even go full-aftercare on you.

That wasn’t the case, though. Before you drifted off, you felt his hand sneak down between your legs again.

<3

[starsdies]

MERRY CHRISTMAS! Here is a small little Christmas Obikin drabble someone requested on my twitter.

keywords: fixing a tie + "be good for me."

Artoo’s enthusiastic beeps alert of the approaching time just as he pushes his arms through a borrowed suit jacket. 

Coruscant glitters with twinkling lights, large projectors depicting advertisements and holiday food against the durasteel skyscrapers, lending it a certain charm. Obi-wan adjusts his cream-colored layers, plucking at the fibers with alien annoyance. He already misses his loose fitted robes, but Padme insisted on their attire and Obi-wan didn’t dare turn away such expectations from the senator. Especially for the Christmas party she devoted a concerning amount of time to planning. 

On the other side of the room, faring much worse than himself, Anakin fumbles at his tie with a frustrated mumble. A smile quirks his lips, Anakin’s light pout reminiscent of years when he was much younger and only just arriving in Coruscant–confronted by the overwhelming, towering city and its queer customs. Christmas quickly became Anakin’s favorite and his anxious excitement jitters their bond now. 

“Do you need help?” he teases, though Anakin is quick to scoff. 

“I can tie a tie, Master.” 

But even his proclamation is a helpless tone that draws Obi-wan forward. The fabric is twisted in a pathetic little knot, too long where it shouldn’t be, absent of experience. He tsks, brushing aside Anakin’s hands to replace them with his own. 

“Your touch is reserved for mechanics, I’m afraid, dear one.” 

Anakin’s eyes roll. “I could have told you that.” 

With ease, the knot loosens itself with the help of the Force. Obi-wan takes to re-folding it himself, smirking. “I can tie a tie, Master.”

This time, Anakin doesn’t entertain him with a biting response. They both know how long he’s gone without learning how to manage one. 

Hands settle on his waist instead, urging him closer until Obi-wan is nearly pressed against his chest. The black of Anakin’s suit is a lovely contrast to his soft curls and prowling eyes further brightened by the blue of the tie, ones that ogle him as he carefully maneuvers. This close, he can smell the perfume gifted to him from senator friends after his knighting, wild plum and pomegranate. 

With one last step, he pulls the tail end tight, jolting Anakin slightly and drawing a quick, surprised breath from his parted lips. Obi-wan smooths the tie into the dark jacket and pats over, smug, unmoving. The hands at his waist wrap fully around, latching on with a sturdy grip. 

A faint flush dusts Anakin’s cheeks. 

“Well,” he swallows, settling his gaze on Obi-wan’s lips, “I suppose not being able to tie a tie isn’t that bad.” 

“Hm,” he agrees, touch skittering up to where the blue meets Anakin’s neck. There are pink marks where the fabric rubbed against his skin, giving his look a far more rugged appearance. Like he’s just been handled. “The senators will surround you like loth-wolves tonight.” 

“Jealous?” 

Obi-wan grazes his thumb across the jut of Anakin’s throat, watching it bob with a swallow. “You are the poster… man, afterall.”

The grin it earns him is blinding, Anakin leaning forward to ghost his lips across Obi-wan’s forehead. “No need to be jealous, Master. I’m sure Padme won’t take up too much of my time.” 

The very reason for their invite, he knows. The senator’s flirtation with Anakin since Naboo is a mystery to Obi-wan, but he can see just how smug it makes his young friend to see the perplexed possession it draws from him. Even then, Anakin will always fall back in line with him; bound by war, by brotherhood, by bond. 

By his stern demand, if needed. 

Still, he entertains it, if only to see his former Padawan’s lip-biting, eye-twinkling satisfaction. 

So, it’s easy to lean forward, to murmur, “Be good for me and we’ll see what kind of reward I have for you tonight,” and watch Anakin’s eyes darken. 

Maybe he’s looking forward to the party, for once. 

[impossibleprincess35]

obitine prompt. crab. :)

(For anyone who is unaware, go read Poppy's awesome little bit here.)

The oxblood red colored lingerie that he revealed underneath her gown made Obi-Wan's eyes widen with surprise.

"Do you like it?" Satine asked, leaning back onto her elbows as she narrowed her pale blue eyes and bit her lower lip softly.

Obi-Wan carelessly kicked her dress out of the way as his hands struggled to remain at his side. He felt stupid, as though his ability to make decisions had been impaired by the sight of her, and he was in a state of indecision. Follow his instincts and touch her? Wait for her to tell him what to do?

Her blonde hair was still as long as it had been during their year on the run, and thoughts of running his fingers through it were segued by the sight of her now giving him a come hither gaze from where she was lying so sweetly upon her bed.

"Me?" Obi-Wan asked dumbly as her long, thin finger summoned him.

"No, the other padawan behind you," Satine smirked, and when he glanced over his shoulder, she laughed and the sound of it eased his nerves.

Obi-Wan's cheeks blushed and he looked back at her and rolled his eyes, "You did say that you had a crush on Quinlan."

"Yes, but my heart belongs to you," Satine admitted as she looked up at him through dark eyelashes and she whispered, "Come 'ere already, would you?"

Kneeling forward onto the bed, climbing across it, Obi-Wan hovered over her and kissed her slowly as she expertly worked her way around his utility belt, pulling his obi free, and then removing his tabards, too. When her fingers reached for his trousers, he broke away from her mouth and smiled, "What are you in such a hurry for, Duchess?"

Blood rushed to Satine's face and she looked shy for a moment as she responded, rather flustered, "Haven't I waited long enough for you? You would make me wait longer?"

Obi-Wan grinned down at her, "Good things come to those who wait, isn't that the old adage?"

He quickly balanced himself from side to side as she pulled his tunics from his body, leaving him bare from the waist up. Her hands explored his chest and although he was still lean, there was more muscle now where his eighteen year old self had looked scrawny at times, and he wondered if she noticed the change.

Satine's gaze approved of the older padawan's physique, and as she licked her bottom lip and then let her index finger travel from his navel to his throat, she couldn't help but notice the silky auburn and golden hair that was more prominent on him than had been during their last encounter.

"If that's the case, Jetii, maybe I should invite you back in a few more years and we can see how things are looking then," Satine winked up at him.

He dared to be indecent with her, a girl of noble standing whose station in life was clearly above his own, and look her over with a wanton gaze. As his eyes took in the shape of her body and the way years of stability had served her well, he could see that she was no longer skin and bones and sharp angles, and the softness of her feminine form made him ache.

He dared even more to reach down and let his fingertips trace the lacy edging of her bra, and as he did so, Satine's lips timidly came to brush against his neck.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes. The sensation of her soft flesh just below his fingertips was one thing, but with the way her lips felt gliding upon his ear lobe as she whispered her intentions for him, he wondered if this elation was similar to how people described the effects of spice.

"I love that color on you," Obi-Wan managed to speak in the surreal, dreamy state of his mind. "Like the color of.." his voice trailed off and he looked down, seeking out her soft, pink lips to press another kiss upon.

"Like a crab?" Satine smirked as her eyes narrowed playfully.

Obi-Wan's head dropped into the crook between her neck and her collarbone and he groaned in embarrassment, "You are never going to let me forget that, are you?"

Satine reached her arms around him as he collapsed on top of her and she laughed, "Never!"

Then her fingers reached for his abdomen to pinch a bit of his flesh, only to find that there was nothing she could manipulate within her fingers. He was trim and sinewy, and the baby fat of his younger years was gone.

But then she felt his teeth playfully nipping at the fullness of her cleavage, and her eyes widened with an awareness of how he would next try to facetiously torture her as she exclaimed, "No! You'd better not, Jetii!"

Obi-Wan grinned, "Bring up the crab thing one more time, woman! I'll make you regret it!" He pushed himself up just to gently lower his mouth to her flesh, playfully pinching at the fullness of her breasts with his teeth.

Satine began to laugh uncontrollably, merrily attempting to fight him off, but as his little pinches turned gentle and became slow, languid kisses against her body, her laugh became a chorus of soft, sweet moans.

She relented and sighed breathlessly, and then tried not to laugh as she teased, "You shouldn't be so crabby with me, you know?"

Against her chest, Obi-Wan fell into a fit of laughter with her.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Death By Anyone's Hand But His Would Taste As Sweet | I Don't Know You, But I Would Love to Meet You

Warnings: 18+, death, franchise typical violence, I still haven't watched much Clone Wars

Anakin and Freida's first meeting

We Should Be Friends by Josh Ramsey | Picrew | Dividers @saradika-graphics

He doesn't know why both he and Obi-Wan were pulled off the frontlines to escort some spoiled princess to Coruscant. Doesn't she already have a private guard for things like this?

Hell, he's never even heard of this planet before.

"Try not to look so cross, Anakin," Obi-wan chides, "We're not here to scare the girl further, she's already been through quite the ordeal."

"I'm sorry, master," He huffs, "I just think my talents would be better used elsewhere."

"I'm sure you do."

He follows the older Jedi off their ship, where they're met by a man with pale blue hair tied back in a short braid and wearing a light-colored tunic.

"Welcome to Jein'ta, Master Kenobi," He greets and Anakin has to be careful to not roll his eyes too obviously at being ignored, "My name is El'Tar Baltwin. If you would follow me?"

He leads them down a pathway and a sudden pressure hits him, and by the look on his face, Obi-Wan feels it too.

"She's strong," His master comments and El'Tar sighs with a heavy nod.

"Yes, that," He says, "You get used to the feeling after a while."

They wait in the foyer of a decently-sized house while their host goes to collect their charge.

He catches the tail end of an argument when he wanders closer to the stairs.

"... don't want to leave. Father please!"

"You have a duty to your people to control this... thing and keep them safe!" He snaps back, "You will go with them, and that's the last I'll hear of it!"

El'Tar looks flustered and annoyed when he comes back, "My daughter will join us in a moment."

A few minutes pass and the pressure changes. The aura proceeding her is suffocating, yet his chest has never felt lighter.

All eyes are on her as she steps out from the stairwell, solemn look on her face. Her pale pink hair is gilded with golden stars and pearls, and the silk skirts of her pastel gown drag the ground at her feet.

"This is my Daughter, Freida," Her father introduces her.

"That's all a bit much to travel in, don't you think?" He blurts out and she finally raises her face to look at him. The timidness in her red-slitted eyes catches him off guard, having expected a bratty retort.

"It's best for our people if we act as though nothing is amiss," Her father answers for her, "She is one of our most-loved priestesses, this is what she shall wear."

"Your Eminence," Obi-Wan smiles at her with a slight bow that Anakin mimics, "I would like to assure you, as long as you are in the care of my padawan and myself, you will have nothing to fear."

"Thank you, Master Kenobi. I put my trust in you," She does her best to return the smile, her voice soft. She glances at him for the briefest second, the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks, "Both of you."

"My dear, I think it's best you leave as soon as possible."

She feels as though she may cry with the way her father is rushing her to leave all she's ever known like some kind of pariah. But instead, she holds her head high as she follows the Jedi to their ship.

Her friends and neighbors greet her as if it were simply another day and the pain inside her grows.

She stops in her tracks just before stepping into the ship and turns around, taking in her homeworld for the last time for Maker knows how long.

"You coming?" He asks and her shoulders shudder as she tries to hold back tears.

"A moment, please," The way her throat tightens adds a sharpness she didn't intend and he rolls his eyes again. Brat.

"My dear, it's time to go," Obi-Wan tries, much softer than he, and she nods, letting him lead her inside.

"Gentle, Anakin," He says once they start taking off, "This is all new to her, and she's scared."

She's silent for most of the trip and when he turns back to glance at her, her face is blank, devoid of any emotion.

Just as he's about to say something the ship shudders and an alarm on the controls begins to blare.

"What was that?"

"I don't know," He snaps, flicking a switch to turn on a display, "Damnit- There's a ship behind us. I think they're scoundrels."

The rip lurches again.

"Hold onto something!"

He tries his best to get away, but they end up crashing on a nearby frozen moon.

"Your eminence," Obi-wan kneels beside her as Anakin assesses the damage, "Are you alright?"

She's shaken up, but otherwise, "I-I'm fine."

The ship is damaged, and Anakin argues that he can go by himself to a nearby village to get the parts they need, but Obi-wan insists he stay with Freida and the ship.

So he sits across from Freida, arms crossed, miffed because he's been put on babysitting duty.

"So why did your father decide to send you to train with the Jedi now?" He asks after an hour or so.

She looks at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape, "I..."

He straightens in his seat when her face falls and her brow furrow, the whole atmosphere becoming heavy.

"I didn't-" She freezes mid sentence, eyes narrowing, "There's someone outside..."

It takes a moment, but he feels it too, the presence of various people lurking outside the ship.

"Stay in here," He says, "I'll take care of it."

"But-"

He turns back to her to see her worried face.

"It'll be alright."

He's busy dealing with blasterfire and scoundrels when he hears Frei, "W-wait!"

He spins around to see one of the pirates with his arm around her throat and a blaster pressed against her temple.

"Pu that Saber away, pretty boy, golden girl's comin with me."

"Let her go."

The man laughs, "And why would I do that? She's going to fetch me a small fortune in the slave tra-"

His voice cuts off and he looks confused. Panic quickly overtakes his features when he realizes he can't breathe and Anakin watches him let her go to claw at his throat before he flies back against a tree.

He quickly pulls her to his side, "I told you to stay in the ship!"

"I did!" She snaps, "He came in and grabbed me! What was I supposed to-"

A laser bolt hits the side of the ship and they both turn to see a barely standing marauder pointing a blaster in their direction, but before either can do anything, a large cat-like creature lands on him, ripping him in two.

Anakin doesn't hesitate to pull her behind him, but she stops him when he goes to activate his lightsaber, moving to stand between him and the creature.

"It's okay," She says softly, more to the beast than him as she raises her hands to show she's not a threat, "It's alright. Everything is fine."

Memories flash in her head. Pain. So much pain and fear. And being crammed in a cage.

"I'm so sorry," She whispers, "But it's okay, now. We won't hurt you."

It's defensive stance slacks slightly and it cocks it's head at her.

Anakin is beyond confused, wondering if this was a skill she taught herself with the force, or if she was just odd.

He shifts behind her when she steps closer and the creature immediately looks at him, back arching with a growl.

"Nono," She tries, reaching out to sooth it with the force, "It's okay, he's not a threat."

He takes action when he sees it rear back, thinking it's going to attack.

"Wait stop!"

He quickly runs it through with his lightsaber, tensing at the strained noise Freida lets out when her connection with it is suddenly severed.

He turns to find her frozen with tears in her eyes, her face contorted in horror.

"Your eminence-"

She falls to her knees in the snow, lips trembling.

"What have you done?" She cries.

"I just saved your life!" He scoffs.

She looks up to glare at him before getting back to her feet.

"It wasn't going to hurt me!"

"And how do you know that, princess?"

"It was just scared and confused!" She yells through tears, hitting his chest, "It was taken from its home by poachers and tortured! You would be too! I was calming it!"

He looks at her with wide eyes, not sure what to say when her anger turns to pain, "You didn't have to kill it."

His anger and annoyance soften when she collapses against his chest as she weeps.

She shivers when a particular hard gust of wind kicks up the snow around then and he lifts her in his arms with little protest.

He settles them in the ship with her on his lap, and he thinks there be more to her mood than a dead beast as she continues to sob into his chest.

He does his best to calm her but as his warm hands rub her back it works a little too well when she soon falls asleep in his arms.

He dares not move once he feels her tail wrap around his calf, not wanting to disturb her.

As the night goes on a blizzard howls to life and he knows Obi-wan likely won't be back until morning.

"Anakin, what do you think you're doing?"

He groans and clings tighter to his pillow.

"Anakin!"

"Sleeping!" He snaps at his master.

"Well yes, I can see that," Obi-wan scoffs, "Is there any particular reason to need to be holding the priestess to do so?"

"What?" He opens his eyes to look at him in confusion when the thing in his arms moves.

Freida nuzzle into his neck, claws digging into his robes as she purrs contentedly in her sleep.

"I! Th-this isn't- I don't know how this..."

She yawns, back arching as she stretches and kneads against his chest, "What’s with all the yelling?"

She blinks the sleep from her eyes and looks at both of them for a moment before she jumps away, her cheeks turning deep purple.

"Would either of you care to explain the bodies I found outside?"

"Well, Master, about that...

[infernaleikon]

such selfish prayers (and i can’t get enough) | fleshed out ficlet for this prompt | possessive obi-wan . corsets . virginity kink . breathplay | ao3.

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Anakin’s breath stutters when he casts a glance over his shoulder at Obi-Wan. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are as dark and all-consuming as a black hole, sucking Obi-Wan in with terrifying ease and stripping him down to his very essence, leaving nothing but the truth between them.

“Can you—can you lace it tighter, please?” Anakin asks, voice rough as it catches on the words.

Obi-Wan stills his hands, the laces slipping between his fingers, and he holds Anakin’s gaze. “Are you sure?” he asks in turn and cups his ribs in his palms. “It’s tight already.”

Anakin nods without breaking eye contact. “Yes,” he says, barely more than a breath. In the Force, Anakin is as clear and open as the crystalline waters on Scarif’s beaches.

Obi-Wan squeezes his hands against his ribs for a moment, dropping his lips to the first knob of Anakin’s spine, and Anakin tips his head down with a pleased little sound.

Lacing Anakin into the corset is tantalizing. The muscles of his back and shoulders shift and flex as he holds on to the doorframe while Obi-Wan yanks the garment even tighter around his body. Anakin’s breath hitches audibly in his throat at every pull and sweet tendrils of pleasure swirl in the Force, sticky and heavy. Deep inhales become impossible with how snug the corset wraps around Anakin’s ribs, constricting his breath unyieldingly, but it only makes his pleasure taste sweeter, richer.

Obi-Wan wraps it around himself, soaks himself in it, and enjoys the way it licks at his spine. His fingers trail down the back of the corset once he’s finished lacing it and his cock throbs, hard and aching already, just from this. The desire in his blood leaves him feeling light-headed.

The unblemished white of the corset is a stark contrast to Anakin’s golden skin. It stokes the flames of the inferno that blazes in a deep pit within Obi-Wan: of something dark and possessive that rests at his core, incinerating, inextinguishable, insatiable. The need to lay claim to Anakin settles at the base of his skull even though he knows that Anakin is utterly his already; has been for far longer than he’d even realized, and that—that roars from inside the inferno like a Kadri’Ra dragon.

That first time Obi-Wan had spread out Anakin on his bed with steady hands, soft words and guilt-ridden thoughts that hadn’t been enough to make him stop, Anakin had confessed that Obi-Wan was his first; that he had always wanted Obi-Wan to be his first. And Obi-Wan had kissed him then, tasted those words on Anakin’s tongue, set ablaze by his own thrashing need to press himself into every last crack and crevice in Anakin’s being, to ensure that no matter who else would have him later—the thought had scrubbed Obi-Wan raw—Anakin would never be able to shake him completely.

But then Anakin had cradled Obi-Wan’s face in his hands as Obi-Wan was sinking into his body, thumbs brushing over his cheeks, had pinned him with dark, earnest eyes, and told him he wanted him to be his last, too.

Those words had burned themselves into Obi-Wan’s very being, both satisfying a rampant selfish need and making him flinch away from it. Guilt had crept in around the edges to remind him that Anakin was—is—young, that he still has so much to see and to experience, that there is so much more than…Obi-Wan. He’d told himself that this would be the only time. He could give this to Anakin, this first of so many other firsts, to ensure that this experience would be safe and comfortable for him. Another part of him, a weaker but persistent part, had kept telling him that he wasn’t giving: he was taking.

And that night, Obi-Wan had taken and taken and taken, ravenous and unrepentant.

He’d kept taking long after that night, too.

Keeps taking whatever Anakin offers him: takes it with possessive hands, a greedy heart and a gluttonous soul, and the dying embers of a guilty conscience. It’s become eerily effortless to tune it out, for a time, at least.

It scares him, sometimes. Not as often as it should, probably, for he is a Jedi and should not feel—and much less hold on to—such emotions. What’s even worse is that he barely flinches at it anymore.

It: the hunger for Anakin and the spine-breaking need to be the only one to sear touches into his skin, to eradicate traces of anyone else on his mind.

It: the guilt of keeping Anakin to himself, of indulging his misguided desires instead of sending him out into the galaxy to explore beyond what Obi-Wan can offer.

But who else could give this beautiful, mercurial, powerful boy exactly what he needs? Who else even knows what he so desperately desires? Who else understands that this ethereal creature, his Anakin, needs to be contained, to be surrounded, to be surrendered; needs to be held and loved and proven that he is enough?

The deep, dark pit within Obi-Wan, the inextinguishable inferno of a sun, tells him that it’s only him, will only ever be him. And he takes it and gives it to Anakin because he has nothing else to give than all of himself: his selfishness and possessiveness as much as the unconditionality and the devotion.

So, sinking his cock into the clutch of Anakin’s body over and over and over, he whispers into the scant space between them, “Always yours.”

Because, in the end, all of him is all for Anakin.

Gently, he curls a hand around Anakin’s throat and squeezes for a moment until the Force overflows sweetly with his pleasure, the air rattles in his lungs and his eyes crumble him to dust until all that is left between them is the truth.

And Anakin, threading his fingers through Obi-Wan’s free hand, pouring the words into their bond, too, promises, “Always mine.”