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spacesurfing · 2 years

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❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜ with Anakin? (A girl with a big metal hand kink as I have one as well)

-- I love the metal hand as well, it's just so yummy. Thank you for sending in a request!!

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Good Resolutions

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Smut

Summary: You and Anakin never found a way to get along. With your feuds and the war occupying your minds, you were convinced Anakin Skywalker only cared about himself. So maybe you should try as well. And you did.

Warnings: Anakin does make fun of the reader!!, violence, injury, blood, Metal hand kink, Dom!Anakin, brat tamer!Anakin, rough sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), slight humiliation, slight praise kink, inappropriate use of the force, hair pulling, soft ending :)

GIF NOT MINE!!

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You didn't want this war. It had caused pain to everyone; to you, to Obi-Wan, to the clones that knew nothing more than fighting and to the civilians that had to endure it all. You felt horrible for all of the factors in this war. It had caused yourself grief and stress, things that the Jedi were forbid of, but you never understood how the Jedi just saying, "Hey, just don't feel anything and you can stay in our cult of magicians!" would fix any of your emotions from straining against your mind.

And him. Oh him. If you weren't a Jedi, you would've ripped Skywalker's face apart. You hated him, more than you had hated anything. There were only few things you let yourself hate, and one of them was no doubt him. He crawled under your skin, biting at you, irritating you. And the council always thought it was a good idea to bring you two together. In their eyes, the more you had to see him, the more you two "got along" (and the less they had to deal with his bullshit). And through the war process, you hated him even more.

The flirting, oh you couldn't stand the flirting. You didn't dare say anything to the council, you didn't wanna hear about your snitching from him everytime you walked beside him. You'd rather the unnerving silence that was always there till he wanted to brush his gloved hand against your arm, move a piece of loose hair from your face, have the audacity to correct your stances everytime you found yourself in battle. The way he called you 'pretty girl' whenever it was just you and him. You fucking hated everything about him and his stupid, handsome face.

He was really at your throat this whole week though. You'd been sent to Geonosis, another secret imperial base had been made for them to perform their various meetings. It also was supposedly a site for explosives construction on their half. So, you were happy that meant not blowing something to smithereens due to the possibility of very fatal explosives.

As the 501st communicated with your battalion of calm soldiers, you had to stand beside the rat they assigned you to help. You wished that Rex would find a question for you, so you could talk to him instead. You walked in silence with Skywalker, only few of your most skilled men behind you - Commander Tank, Reaper, Mitch, Magma and Cub.

Your men talked to you a lot, they loved jokes and sarcasm, but they didn't like bothering their General, especially when you were next to the man you hated more than anything - in those moments your shoulders were so tense your men thought you were about to punch something. But you honestly wish your men didn't care for your sanity because them being a distraction was better than them being silent and watching your back as Skywalker walked confidently next to you.

"Do you always breathe that loud?" Anakin peeped up, looking over at you. His face was blank but you could tell he was holding in a devilish smirk that you swear to maker you always wanted to slap off of his face.

You looked over at him with pure confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You sound like you're suffocating, is it too long of a walk for you little miss princess?" he asked, purposefully mocking you, just needing to get to your head, to tickle your insecurities.

Your nose scrunched up at his comment, "I've been breathing perfectly fine this whole time, Master Skywalker. Don't you have better things to listen to than my breathing anyways?"

"Well, when you're being incredibly loud, I can't focus on those 'better things'."

You turned away from him, your face hot. Did you really breathe that loud? No, he just wants to get to you. But what if you did really breathe that loud? You felt embarrassed beyond belief. All you wanted to do was fall back and escape to the transport ship that had left what seemed like a millennium ago.

Before you could think too far into it, one of your boys, Mitch, spoke up, "I don't think you breathe that loud, General."

The clone outfitted in white and a forest green fell into step next to you. You smiled widely at him, looking up. It was funny, the clones being taller than yourself - yet they only listened to you. You'd seen other people attempt to boss around your clones, but they had hard heads and they liked to knock them against anyone other than yourself.

Anakin muttered something under his breath, eyes averting away from your figure. You would've asked him what he had said if it weren't for you just simply not caring about his opinion on anything.

Mitch fell back into step with the rest of the men, leaving you in the same atmosphere that you were in before he trailed up on you; in Skywalker's restrained silence. You knew he wanted to say something else, he always wanted to say something about your men being "kiss-ups", just wanted you to give them your full attention.

'If you really want to insult me, don't do it in front of my men,' you spoke through thoughts. You'd think you'd have a force connection with someone you liked, someone that made you cherish their time and attention. The one between you and Anakin was unnecessary and stupid - that's why you never got into verbal arguments. It was almost like texting someone over a holopad, except you could hear their voice almost as if it were in a dark chamber, echoing off the walls of your mind.

He didn't respond, his eyes forward, watching the trail with carefulness that he only faked. He just didn't want to look at you is what the problem was, cause when he did, he would say something nasty. 'Come by my quarters when we get back to Coruscant, then I won't have to say a single word in front of your men.'

For once, you were up to the challenge of talking to him. You always denied his offers, which only sent more teases your way, more glares. The less you interacted with him, the more he mocked you. 'Fine, then I will.'

You watched out of the corner of your eye, a smirk spreading across his face.

It did take long to find something, the hideout that everyone was speaking of. It was small, carved into a peak. "Great, we'll be lucky if we don't find tunnels in this thing."

For once, Anakin let out a small huff of air - a laugh sort of. It was quiet, like he didn't want you, or anyone, to hear that he was laughing at something you said. We easily found the entrance, walked in with muffled footsteps, trying to sneak as quietly as we could try. Tank stood behind you protectively, the rest of your men in line with him. It was the same for Skywalker's battalion - Captain Rex in line with the rest of the 501st. And of course, you never got out of sync while next to Anakin, now closer than you were before in the tight halls.

"I don't like this one bit," Tank said under his breath, looking around while keeping his shoulders tense, ready for whatever there was to come.

"I know Tank but we'll get out of here as soon as possible," you whispered back, keeping your voice low. You were watching cracks trail up into the ceiling, the deep hum of machinery vibrating the atmosphere around you.

Anakin knew too, you felt it, that there was indeed a factory hidden in the cavern you were walking through. You kept your hand close to your hip, though the thought of a fight was very deep in your mind. All you were searching for now was the vibration of voices.

You closed yourself into your own thoughts, listening for noise. For a moment, you could only hear the soft whisper of a joke send over from Reaper to Kix, then you closed out that train. You heard the conveyer belt to the left of you, taking a turn down the next crossroad and simply walking straight. And to the right, you heard the voice of Poggle, speaking in native Geonosian to the other close members of the separatist alliance.

You held up your right hand, stopping your men and Skywalker's men in their tracks. As soon as that happened, you felt a jolt through your mind as he shared the same force channel as you did, listening to a language you never understood. Then you directed him to the left, listening to the sounds of machinery.

"We certainly got lucky this time boys," you claimed, turning around, addressing in a soft voice, "Mitch, I will need you to find a way to shut down the factory when we enter, Kix and Cub with accompany you. Rex and Tank will stay with me and General Skywalker. Hardcase and Jesse, you will stand guard in front of the factory, and the rest of you will take out droids that might be there and find explosive deposits."

The men all nodded, not daring to speak a response and they followed you in the same quiet march that they had kept up that whole time walking in.

"Master Skywalker, you are to take Rex and collect some of the most dangerous explosives when they are found. Tank and I will join you soon after, I would like to continue listening."

Anakin snickered, "They why don't you just take guard and Jesse and Hardcase can actually put the backpacks to use."

You hummed, beckoning Tank to take his backpack off and you dropped both yours and Tank's into Anakin's hands, "As you wish." He looked disappointed. Even though this was your mission, he had bossed you around without getting you upset. What a shame.

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The mission went exactly as planned, which was something that never seemed to happen when you were beside Skywalker on a mission. But today, everything had went exactly as we planned it to go. Well, up until the end. You had hurried your men out and told them to call for a transport as you and Anakin stayed inside, cutting up some of the machinery, the lock on the controls not going to hold up forever. Mitch was good, but not that good.

And, we found a stray droid in the process, wandering into the factory after he must've heard no noise from it. As soon we we rushed at him, he had the last laugh, contacting Poggle to your location on the spot.

You scurried behind Anakin, talking to your men. They reported the transport ship was close, flying down to them now. As soon as you turned the corner to the main entrance though, you felt a sting in your arm. Eager to get out, you tried to not focus on the pain, rushing your men into the ship as you hurried out fast. Reaper threw down one of the explosives, it soon beeping and caving in the entrance.

You smiled in relief. This was the first good mission in a long time, your men keeping Anakin's calm. It was funny, the contrast between how you and Anakin interacted and how his men and your men interacted. Rex pointed that out once. You and Anakin then didn't communicate with each other the rest of the mission.

As you became grounded though, you grasped your arm. It hurt, bad, a searing pain. As you held your fingers up, you saw blood. You tried to hide the injury for the time being, the transport ship making it's way to the command ship and you scurried off as soon as it landed. Or well, tried to.

"Is that... blood, General?" Cub spoke. You winced at his question, turning around to see him standing right there behind you, checking out your wound.

Anakin stepped over, speaking in a commanding voice, "What do you mean blood?"

Cub turned you, showing Anakin the blood forming a circle on the fabric where the wound was under. Anakin grumbled, grabbing your wrist in a way that made you dizzy and dragged you to the infirmary, setting you down on a medical cot and calling over Kix.

The man in blue took off his helmet, setting it down and looking at your arm. "Could you, um, undress for me. If you need a shirt or something we have plenty."

You waved him off, stripping yourself of your long sleeved top and your robes. You had a tight breastband on, not revealing anything in particular but your arms and your stomach. You knew that the men were mature, not taking a wounded woman soldier as some sort of sex worker when she was to be almost half naked to receive medical attention. All the men were very respectful - too good to deserve the lives they had to live.

You waited for Anakin to leave, but as Kix tended to your wound, rubbing some bacta ointment on it and wrapping it up with bandages, Anakin continued to glare at you. You felt his eyes burning right through your head as he waited for Kix to finish.

"Are there any other wounded?" the medic asked when turning to Anakin. Anakin shook his head and Kix simply nodded, saying a goodbye to Anakin and walking back to the hangar bay to connect back with his group.

You downcast your eyes, a frown tugging at your lips as you avoided looking at his figure, broad and hovering over you like a building. You knew that if he was still standing there, arms crossed tight against his chest, he wanted to say something.

When the metal of the door shut with a mechanical noise, and Anakin burst into flames.

"You were injured, and you did tell me?!" he asked, raising his voice as he stared you down. You couldn't avoid his eyes now, looking back at his face you saw the fury in his expression, his eyebrows scrunched, his face in pure anguish.

You inhaled, looking away frantically, then back at him, "Why are you asking me like you've ever cared? When have you ever gave a shit about me?"

"Are you saying you don't believe I care?"

You scrunched your nose up in a way that flipped Anakin's heart, watching as you turned from this closed book into this flaming ball of emotion. "Why should I believe in any universe that you would care about me? You mock me in front of my men, criticize me constantly and overall, you're a huge dick."

Anakin was quick to unfold his arms and cage you into the medical bed, his hair falling in his face as he stared you down. Maker he was big. You had thought he was tall of course but as he really hunched over you, got in your face, he was intimidating to say the least.

"I have always cared about you, do you understand? I worry every moment you are on the field. You do not tell me I don't care about you, I would travel to the end of the galaxy to find you."

You huffed, not letting his fake front manipulate you. It wasn't fake, everything had come out of Anakin's mouth aggressive, yet true. He cared deeply, he thought of you constantly. He was always in a bad mood cause he couldn't have you. He acted like a playground bully because he was convinced it would protect you from his feelings. But fate always prevailed.

"Get out of my face."

Anakin tilted his head and in a mocking manner, spoke, "And what if I don't? You gonna call Mitch? Is he gonna kiss your ass like he always does?"

"You don't talk about Mitch like that, you slimeball," you growled, pushing at Anakin's shoulders. He stumbled a little, but not enough to move his arms from keeping you sitting on the cot.

"Then tell me. What. Are. You. Going. To. Do. About. It?"

As a Jedi, you knew you couldn't use aggression against him. The tones you two were using already was bad enough, biting at each other's necks like stray dogs, but you weren't gonna hit him.

Anakin's blue eyes pierced your soul, they were clouded, his face so close to you that butterflies roamed in your stomach and his lips were plump, curled into a snarl. But soon, a smug smirk played on his lips, "Nothing, you're too much of a good girl. You wouldn't do anything but sit there all pretty, waiting for one of your boys to pick you off your feet and pamper you."

"They don't pamper me, they protect me, something you just seem incapable of."

A rope snapped in Anakin. He couldn't take it anymore, pretending he didn't want you, trying to tell you he cared without actually saying it. Maker, he wanted to be the one to pamper you and protect you. He'd spend countless nights imagining you curled up in his lap, talking the day away, telling him about your latest mission, talking to him in that soft voice you always addressed Ahsoka in.

He knew there was nothing that would make you hate him more, so he move his hand up your arm and pressed his lips to yours. For the anger emitting from Anakin, his lips laid on yours tenderly. He wanted to be mean, he wanted to leave small bruises on your neck and thighs, he wanted to be rough with you, but he couldn't just ruin the first kiss out of a temper tantrum.

When you didn't kiss him back, he pulled away, looking at you with the same expression he had before, but his mouth was relaxed and his eyes had a soft look to them.

You didn't know how to respond. The kiss had made your heart throb, made your eyelids droop as if they wanted to close forever. Your lips felt hot, so did your face. And as if Anakin was water in a dessert, you lurched forward, catching his lips with your own in a desperate kiss. You grabbed at his shoulders, your lips moving against his as he snatched your waist with both hands.

Everything about this encounter made your ears hot, your face was on fire, your body felt like it was made of lava. Anakin tasted so sweet, something you would have never expected. You heard a loud laughter through the durasteel walls of the ship, pulling away from Anakin and pushing lightly on his chest.

"Anakin, there are people-"

"Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?" he asked, his metal hand massaging your waist as he pressed light breathy kisses over your lips. This is the most vulnerable he had ever seen you and maker did he want to make this last forever. But he was still so upset at you, for hiding from him, from keeping the injury to yourself.

You nodded, and Anakin simply whisked you away by your arm, puling you through a side door in the infirmary, leading to a private meditation room, one where no Jedi was to be disturbed if not for their commlink going off. There were only two on each command ship and they were used often, the cheap soundproofing keeping out most of the loud talking and resulting in a hum that most Jedi could be okay with. They were convenient, down a hall that most weren't even permitted to be down anyways, the door with a solid lock on it.

It felt wrong, allowing such feelings and bringing them especially into a Jedi-oriented place. Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was forbidden, but Anakin refused to bat and eye at anything being necessarily wrong. This was only a show of passion right? You had to have passion as a Jedi, attachments were forbidden, but didn't you have an attachment to the Jedi order as a whole? It was something you always kept with you, something you could never defy, something that ran your whole life, it was a commitment. So, an attachment?

Your head ran dry of thoughts as he promptly locked the door. Immediately his lips latched themselves onto yours, hands holding your hips close to him as the top of your back pressed against the wall. His hair tickled your forehead, your hands reaching to hold the sides of his face, feeling the fluff of it tangle between your finger tips.

You could already feel him, hard against your thigh, pulling away for a moment to breathe before kissing you again. It was hot, his lips smothering you, heavy exhales between kissing him like our lives would end.

He squeezed your hip tight, making you gasp before sliding his tongue into your mouth. You felt yourself growing wet by the second. Maker, you hated this man more than anything, but the way he touched you and kissed you, the way his face felt under your hands, you never wanted to be away from him.

There was a counter in the corner of the room with a tea machine next to it. He didn't hesitate to move his hands down to your ass, giving it a squeeze and muttering an "Up" before carrying you over to it, mouth still locked onto yours as he dropped you on the counter. You were perfectly level with him in that moment, his tongue sliding against yours. You ached for him and his touch, you wanted to feel him everywhere. He pulled down your pants and boots, leaving them in a pool of clothing next to one of the meditation cushions. You felt absolutely bare, nothing but your breastband and panties on.

Anakin rested his forehead against yours, sharing the same air with you, staring at your curves and the way your panties clung to you. You looked so delicate to him, in a way where he didn't even want to touch you.

"You're so pretty," he groaned, gripping the side of your thighs, "I wanna fuck you, will you let me do that angel?"

You grinded yourself against his bulge, needy for something, anything from him, "Please Anakin, I-I need you."

He knelt down before you, dark blue crystals staring up into your own eyes, prompting you to watch him. He nipped a piece of the fabric, pulling them down your legs as his hands held you off of the surface. You felt like you were gonna start drooling over him, he was delicious to look at, something you always ignored. But you couldn't now, the eye-candy almost in shining light, the only single thing you could focus on.

And you didn't focus on anything else. Which is why you moaned in surprise when you felt cold against your clit. His glove must've been somewhere on his lap, but that didn't matter because his metal thumb rubbed circles against your clit. The contrast felt so good, and you couldn't help but become a whimpering mess.

He prodded a finger at your hole, "Do you like it when I touch you with my metal hand? You know, I did think you were weird, but I never suspected you were this weird."

You were about to make up a comeback, but when he slipped his finger into you, your thoughts were muddled. Your teeth latched onto your bottom lip and you unintentionally grinded against his hand.

"Ani..." you moaned, one of your hands gripping the end of the counter while the other moved to tangle itself into his hair.

He tilted his head, bringing his finger out from you, eliciting a noise from your throat. He popped his finger into his mouth and you could've sworn you could cum just to that sight alone.

"So sweet. I could just eat you up," he said, smirking as he slipped his finger back in, licking through your folds.

You died in that moment, adding a second finger, his lips circled your clit, sucking lightly. You moaned at his action, watching him. It was almost euphoric, the eye contact you two kept. You tugged lightly at his hair as he licked up your juices. He groaned, vibrating your nerves and making you moan his name.

He open-mouth kissed your pussy. "Keep making those nosies, y'sound so good," he muttered, attacking your clit with his tongue and lips, moving his fingers as he began to take them out before shoving them knuckle deep again.

You felt like he was pulling your soul out of you body, hand tugging his hair more often than not, but he loved it, groaning or growling before fucking his fingers into you harder. His fingertips caressed a spot in you which turned your eyes heavy and made you feel weak. He knew you were close, your stomach and walls were tight, your moans turned into whimpers and sighs, and you grinded against his face like a loth-cat in heat.

Anakin's last move was one you never expected and never would have in a million years. He pressed his metal fingers against the one spot inside of you, removing his mouth from your pussy. But, as soon as you thought he was just gonna teasingly edge you, you felt a tingling sensation at your clit. Was that-

"Cum for me, pretty thing, wanna see you cum on my metal hand. I know you wanna," he said, licking at you once more before you saw white, pulling him by his dirty blonde locks, his face so close to your womanhood you only saw his curious eyes as you came on his lips.

Anakin removed his fingers licking at them and cleaning off his lips. Lust was plastered on his face as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, the bend of your knees resting on his shoulders as he cleaned up the rest of your juices with his tongue.

"Sweetest thing in this galaxy, fuck," he muttered, closing his eyes for a second before pulling away from you, untangling your limbs from his own and pulling you off the counter. Anakin turned you around, shoving your chest against the counter. The cold surface made your nipples hard.

"Do you want this?" he asked.

"Yes, please Anakin, I need you," you whined. Okay, he had you tied around his finger now and he fucking knew it.

He hardly even took off his clothes, pulling out his length. You wish you could've seen it, knew what you were getting into before you took him straight. You had heard rumors from ladies at his favorite bar about how big he was. Sometimes you and Obi-Wan would go, equaling the time spent between you and Anakin, only for you to get mad from the mention of his name. But you never expected it to be that big. When you felt the head push against your entrance, you only slumped down and moaned.

Maker he was big, and you could feel him throbbing against your tight walls as he added more inches into you. It felt like he was in your stomach by the time he stopped, pelvis against your ass.

Grabbing your hair, he pulled you head up. You whimpered, attempting to grasp at something around your area, finding nothing and resulting to splaying your hands on the counter.

"You're so fucking tight, pretty thing. I'm surprised that it only took me kissing you to get you all shy. Always seemed like a brat to me," he whispered in your ear, slowly grinding his hips into you. You felt like puddy in his hands, taking everything he gave you, begging for him, letting him use you.

When you spoke, your words came out hoarse, "Shu- Shut up, nngh-"

As soon as the words came out, his hips pulled out before slamming down on your own. He kept you hair bundled up on his hands, keeping your head up.

"Don't back talk me, I'll fucking ruin you," he growled, "Tell me you're mine, tell me how much you love my cock in your pretty little pussy."

As he continued the teasing motion of grinding himself into you, you couldn't help it. " 'm all yours Ani, love how big your cock is, need you to fuck me so bad."

He laughed, straitening himself before taking your hands and keeping them together, pressing them down onto your back as he thrust into you shallowly. His movements made you squirm, pushing back against him.

"So needy," he groaned, smacking your ass, "Beg for it, angel."

"Please Ani, please. I need more, need you deeper Anakin."

It didn't seem to take much of any convincing before he started fucking you deep, rough thrusts that had your eyes going to the back of your head. You were completely useless, being used as a fuck toy for him. You grabbed the wrist that kept your arms pinned against your back, the only thing keeping you grounded to reality.

Anakin was in bliss, feeling your walls lightly spasm everytime he brushed your g-stop, hearing you moan his name like it was a prayer to some god. He might as well have been to you in that moment, he wanted to give you everything, watch you whimper for him. He wished this could've been softer, sweeter, but he wasn't gonna start sex over an argument and not blow off the months of steam you had caused him.

"You're never gonna lie to me again, right angel?" Anakin asked, pulling you up against by your hair.

"Y'never asked, I wasn't lying 'bout something you never asked," you managed, but you soon came to realize that he did not like that answer.

If you had thought Anakin was fucking you within an inch of your life by that time, maker was he pounding into you harder. You all but moaned louder than you've ever even talked and prayed nobody from the outside heard. Anakin had no room for talking anymore, angling his hips up and taking you so hard that you couldn't even focus on breathing correctly.

You weren't gonna last that long, not when he was pounding into your g-spot, fucking you like a ragdoll. You felt your core clench around him, stomach tightening. All you could make were whines of 'Anakin' and 'please'. And when you finally let go, you felt your soul leave your body.

"Good girl, cum around my cock, just like that," he whispered, voice all breath and rasp, feeling you release around him. He pulled out soon after, spilling his seed all over your lower back.

You stayed down, recovering from what you'd feel for days after this. His scooped up some of his cum with his index and middle finger, "Open up."

You took his two fingers into your mouth, sucking eagerly. It tasted tangy, but you didn't mind, better than him being rude and using your clothes to clean it up.

After making sure you were "clean", he simply fixed himself up, which hardly took long as he didn't really undress, put his glove back on and dressed you up. You didn't need his help, trying to push at his shoulders to let you take care of yourself, but he only shoved you back.

"Let me help you, please," he said, pressing a kiss to your hands before fixing your clothes while you gave into the attention.

He pulled you to your feet, looking down at you. Maker you were the most beautiful mess he'd ever seen. A small spot of drool patched the crease of your lips, your hair was a tangled mess, and your eyes were half-lidded. You must've been exhausted.

He only laughed, kissing your forehead sweetly, "How about we go back to the infirmary, get you a shirt and then we'll clean you up, okay?"

You nodded, holding onto his gloved hand and following him. What were you two even arguing about?

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Obi-Wan slowly slipping under the covers behind you after having to stay with the council until the late hours on Coruscant. Sneaking into your quarters undetected making him feel like he’s a young padawan doing things he’s not supposed to. But he just can’t stay away. You’re letting out soft moans with each breath and all he wants is to enter your mind and find out if you’re dreaming of him. He’s been ready for you since you told him that you’d be expecting him later and leaving him a hot mess in the library. It taking all of his will power to not let out his frustration right there behind the tall book shelves.

He oh so slowly moves your sleep shorts to the side enough for him to slip inside of you. Oh. You are having a good dream indeed. He’s pressed up so close to you; his nose in the tangles of your hair and his hands pulling you closer by your waist….

😳😳😳 Uhhh excuse me?

Loui. Babes. Sweetheart. Bestie. You can't just hit me with somnophilia without a warning like that!!!!!!

NSFW below cut. Descriptive talk of somnophilia so if that makes you uncomfortable, please skedaddle away. Also, Obi-Wan is a kinky fucker. No you can't change my mind.

God I can picture this so vividly too. He can't wait to return back into your arms. He walks with the single goal in mind: getting to your quarters in the dead of night without anyone noticing. The good thing is, your rooms aren't far from each other. But the bad thing is, your rooms aren't far from each other...which means, any other Jedi Master on the Council, also returning to their own rooms around this time, might catch him going into yours.

So he has to be even more careful than usual. He takes long strides, but does his best to calm his Force Signature, and the discomfort of the blood running somewhere he wishes wouldn't be such a distraction at the moment. He brings his robes around his front to shield the growing hardness tenting his trousers, only halting in the hurried steps when he reaches your door. It's clear to him that whatever he's experiencing now is similar to when he was a youngling, perhaps even worse, because while he may have snuck out several times during his youth to steal from Master Yoda's favorite fruits, the actions he's close to taking now are much more serious. Obi-Wan does laugh though when he thinks of Master Yoda's reaction if he were to find out what he's doing now. It would not be dissimilar to the way he approached him years ago when he finally found out who was sneaking into the kitchens and hoarding the delicacies.

When he's sure no one is around, and those who were are fast asleep, he pushes the combination to your door in and sneaks inside, the door sliding shut immediately after he enters. Obi-Wan takes a few moments to collect his bearings, and when he finally turns around, he's met with the sight of your calm and content form beneath the soft sheets of your bed. He grimaces to himself when he sees you're wearing clothes, but the reality of the situation overrules his irritation and he undresses in record time. For a brief moment, he thinks of leaving his boxer briefs on, but the sounds and moans you begin to make in your sleep derail whatever thought he just had.

Slipping the last article of clothing down his legs, he approaches you slowly and stands at the foot of your bed for a while, tilting his head to the side when you move to your side and continue to groan in your sleep, a little bit louder than earlier.

Maker, whatever you were dreaming of must have gotten you in a bit of a frenzy.

Not wanting to waste another moment, Obi-Wan walks around and slips behind you, shifting the sheets away from your body until the two of you were exposed to the chill of the night air. He caresses your arms with two fingers, smiling to himself when he sees gooseflesh erupt across your skin. Your breath hitches all of a sudden and Obi-Wan is torn between watching your Force Signature spike in heat and probing your mind so he can have a front row seat of what's getting you so hot and bothered.

He slides his hand beneath your arm and around your navel, digging his fingers into your stomach to bring you as close to him as possible. When your own hand shifts down and holds onto his own like an anchor, his mind is made up almost instantly.

Obi-Wan pushes his nose the space just behind your ear, inhaling deeply as he moves his hand down and pushes one of your thighs higher so he can get better access to your cunt. You oblige with ease, and the Jedi Master feels his cock twitch with excitement at remembering what you said to him earlier today when he was researching something for an upcoming mission in the library.

I can't wait to feel you tonight. It's been so long Obi, and my fingers are nothing compared to your cock.

He teases your slit with the tips of his fingers, groaning your name when he finds you wet and wanting and shaking for him. Pushing your sleep shorts aside, he shuts his eyes to contain himself from coming then and there at the mere prospect of being engulfed by your heat.

I know you'll come late tonight baby. But...I was thinking- even if you do, I...I still want to feel you. Wouldn't you want that too? I could be good for you...all the time. If you just train my body to take you whenever you want, however you need, I could bring you pleasure any time you yearn for release. Even when I'm not even aware I am. Please Obi, let me help you rest. Let me pleasure you in my sleep...it would mean the world to me, knowing that I can serve you at any given moment.

Pushing his nose into your skin one last time, Obi-Wan thrusts his cock into your cunt, growling with desperation when your walls sheath him like the tightest of gloves. He can't move for a few minutes, afraid he would shoot his load deep in your womb if he so much as pushes into you a little bit more. Your sounds only egg him on though, and his breath shakes with sheer anguish at the prospect of pleasing you in return. He roams his hand up and down your body, torn between holding onto your waist as he fucks into you and moving his hand up your body to grope your breasts in his palm. He thinks that if he were to keep them on your waist, he might end up pushing you beneath him and railing into you until you woke up, something neither of you wanted now.

So he slides his hand underneath your night shirt, and he forgets how to breath for a second when he rests his hand above your heart and finds it hammering against him. He's unsure how this should make him feel, if he should feel pride at being the one to cause you such heightened sensations, or if he should feel possessive of the way your body reacts to his touch, even in your unconscious state.

As soon as his fingers grace your nipples and find them achingly hard for him, he decides that he will dwell on that last thought later. For now, he wanted to make you sing for him in your sleep, and push more filthy dreams into your mind so you can feel as fulfilled as he was now.

Focusing all of his energy on not coming prematurely, Obi-Wan bucks his hips and feels a strike of lightning shoot down his spine at the hot, soaking welcoming of your walls. He wants to scream your name, tell you how good you are to him, even when he's not letting go inside of you, but he knows that anyone around will catch a hint of whatever is going on in this room, so he rests his forehead against your shoulder blade and bites his lower lip to quiet down. He moves with determination, pinching your nipples occassionally if only to hear you moan something akin to his name in your sleep or simply groan and take in a harsh breath.

Obi-Wan doesn't know how long he goes on. It feels like a thousand years, his cock nudging a perfect corner inside you that causes you to gush even more around him, coating the bedsheets beneath you with more of your juices as proof of his ability to pleasure you even when you're not asking him to do anything. But as the need for release grows, he realizes that he must have you cum on his cock before he does, because he's not sure what would happen if he were to shoot his seed inside you and you were left hanging in your sleep. He wanted you to experience rapture as he was now, and before he can think twice of what he's doing, he slips his hand down in between your thighs and shoves his fingers inside your sleep shorts, quickly flicking your clit as he increases his thrusts and feels your walls clenching around him.

He opens his eyes in time to look at your damp neck, and with a few more flicks to your engorged bundle of nerves, he watches as you descend into ecstasy, your Force Signature singing his name louder than he thought even possible in such a state. He wants to wake you, warn you of what would happen if anyone found out, but he can't find it in himself to ruin your orgasm, so he pushes and pushes until he feels a blaster hit his stomach, his cock twitching violently in your cunt as he shoots his load and paints your walls for what feels like minutes.

He throws his head back against the pillow, but doesn't let go of you or pull away, and only when he comes to his senses do his eyes shoot open in panic. He listens, and listens....and listens some more, for any sign of anyone around knowing what just happened. When nothing out of the ordinary draws his attention, he thanks the Maker that he can remain where he is now instead of getting up and doing damage control.

As he sits up on his elbow and looks down at you, he finds your eyebrows furrowed, as if you were focusing on something really hard for a long time and weren't able to do it. Roaming his eyes down your body, he finds your nails digging into his forearms, your breaths coming in hot and ragged. Obi-Wan laughs to himself because of course you wanted more of him even in your sleep. The thought warms his heart because to know that you only ever thought of him, even in your unconscious state, is to have lived within the Force itself.

Even though he knows he should clean the two of you, he doesn't dare move, and instead returns flush behind you, giving your clit a few, teasing rubs to feel your cunt flutter around him once more before resting.

Hmm, tomorrow morning was certainly going to be interesting.

#i don't know what just happened #i'm literally writing an obi wan oneshot #and i saw this ask #and my hands slipped #obi-wan/reader #obi-wan kenobi/reader #obi wan/reader #obi wan kenobi/reader #obi-wan smut #obi wan smut #obi-wan kenobi smut #obi wan kenobi smut #obi-wan #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan #obi wan kenobi

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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic

I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:

Johnny Depp- All his characters

Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis

Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz

Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles

The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!

Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!

The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.

Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)

NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!

Hamilton

Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)

Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!

Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!

Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!

AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)

Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!

SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)

WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!

Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!

Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA

MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!

Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!

Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!

Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.

The Bear

FBI (All)

Vinnie Hacker

Tiktokers

Blue Bloods

Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics

Slashers

Stranger Things

Dave Lizewski

Eddie Redmayne

Macgyver (2016)

Fresh Prince of Belair

Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?

On My Block

Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!

Matt Rife

Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!

The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader

Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.

Walker Texas Ranger (1993)

Top Gun

Nicolas Galitzine

Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are

Dolan Twins

Mission Impossible

Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics

Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher

Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more

Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)

River Phoenix

Batman Beyond

Rider Strong

Danny Gonzalez

Timothée Chalamet

New York Undercover

Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James Bay(etc.)

Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)

Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.

Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.

Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳

DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!

Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.

Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader

Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)

Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!

Vikings - There are a good amount but still!

Transformers

Suits

Saved By The Bell

The Goldbergs

Parks & Recreation

Leverage

The Outsiders

Heart of Stone

New York Undercover (1994)

Addams Family

Victorious

Matpat

ICarly

The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)

Think Like A Man (2012)

One on One (2001)

Scorpion (2014)

The King of Queens (1998)

G.I. Joe Franchise

Terminator

Beware the Batman (2013)

Any and all Asian Idols/Actors

Seal Team

Mortal Combat

Bill and Ted

Barbie

Detroit: Become Human

Will Trent

Tokyo Vice

Growing Pains

Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]

The Regime

Batman: The animated series

If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!

Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.

Also tag black writers who you want to see this!

@sheabuttahwrites @shinsouscatpisssmell @cocoamoonmalfoy @heathenarmyimagines @cinewhore @cocoamoonmalfoy @stxxllaaa @glitterjuju @lilvampirina @breanime @blackmissfrizzle @afro-hispwriter @stargirlfics @lavenderursa @clydesducktape @pettyprocrastination @theblvckvenus @plantvenuss @punani @n-slayaaaaa @infernalodie @halfofmysoulsblog @iridecsense @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @supremethunda @thekrazykeke @canumoveurseatup-no @hiatuswhore @avintagekiss24 @ohcaptains @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @xsapphirescrollsx @sunflowertuliplily @bakarilennox @batfamily14 @ramp-it-up @blackreaders-assemble @royallyprincesslilly @funnyexel @blackterrae @slashisms @artemisthewh0re @shelbydelrey @toocriticalharlow @v-era-18 @vampsired @queenimmadolla @sinnerlillith @greengoblinswifey @apocalypse-shuffle

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ithebookhoarder · 2 years

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I can’t remember if I requested this, but here. I know that you made some sleeping headcanons for the OT trio, so could you do one for the PT as well?

Sleeping Headcanons: The Prequel Trio

A/N: Of course I can, angel. Have some sleepy headcanons for these three hot-ass messes. 🛏

Anakin

I feel it is important to state the fact that, as a Padawan, he often slept on the floor, next to Obi-wan’s bed, because he was worried about losing him as he had his mother and Qui Gon.

This habit has kind of stuck with him, in that he likes to be close to you.

Personal space? He doesn’t know what the concept means.

He likes sleeping next to you and will be touching you at all times during the night, even if you don’t realise it at first.

The physical intimacy, and security, of having you in his arms help ease any nightmares or concerns he may have about losing you.

He’s also used to sleeping in unusual places. From his tiny bed as a child -which he shared with his mother - to on the floor of far off planets, whilst on missions… he can sleep anywhere and doesn’t take long to drop off.

He also doesn’t really hog the sheets either, given that he’s used to sleeping without them on warm planets. He also has you next to him as a portable heater, which means as long as you’re toasty then he will be too.

It also means that you wake up most mornings, to find him tangled about you, with his face buried in your chest, his hair all ruffled and fluffy.

It’s when he looks most at peace, and this is one of the reasons you two are nearly almost always late out of bed in the mornings (much to everyone’s amusement).

You just don’t have the heart to wake him and spoil the moment… even if it does mean putting up with constant teasing from Ahsoka.

Obi-Wan

This poor man needs a nap. Like, constantly.

He is always on the move… usually chasing after Anakin or some other chaos that he’s somehow got himself dragged in to, and it surprises no one that he always looks minutes from passing out.

It’s a bit of a joke amongst you all, but you all know that if he’s sleeping then you do not wake him unless you have to - he’s earned five minutes of peace.

In fact, more than once, he’s woken up after passing out somewhere to find a blanket has been draped over him by someone.

(Anakin swears he saw him dozing in the archives once, but you can’t tell if he’s lying or not)

When Obi does make it to a bed then he’s a light sleeper, I feel.

This doesn’t change, even after the Jedi order collapses. He wakes easily, and will often struggle to return to sleep.

Pre-Order 66 this would usually mean some kind of morning meditation, or getting up to make a tea to drink in bed beside you. However, after the order, you usually find him tinkering away at something or staring out at the rising suns in a bid to pass the time until you also wake.

I think he’s also keen on having some kind of tether to you when in bed, but he has no qualms being the little spoon from time to time.

Actually, he rather like being able to let his guard down and just sleep, head pressed against your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat.

He’s also been known to melt when you run your hands through his hair just so - a fact you enjoy teasing him with.

He also snores (though he denies it. Adamantly)

Padmé

This angel sleeps soundly most nights, and is only too happy to let you crawl in next to her.

She (like Obi-wan) isn’t always known for getting rest, as she always insists there is work to be done.

However, she will often at least agree to sitting in bed beside you, staring down at some draft of a Senate bill.

It’s a decent compromise as eventually her eyelids droop and she is forced to give in, and nestle down next to you.

Most mornings you find her like that, with her papers still cast about the place just inches from her hand, where they fell when she eventually passed out.

Before she sleeps, however, Padmé would enjoy the sight of you resting next to her, your body curling up against hers.

It is one of the few precious moments she gets to just pause and be content.

The other is waking up beside you, normally as soon as the sun rises.

It’s also the time when she doesn’t have to be dressed in her finery, with her hair pulled up or her person decorated with jewels and other tokens befitting her status.

She is simply Padmé, with her hair flowing and a loose silky nightgown - unencumbered and at her most natural.

To see her like it is a privilege, and one not to be taken for granted.

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marvelstars · 11 months

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"All slaves have a transmitter placed inside their bodies somewhere." "I've been working on a scanner to try and locate mine, but no luck." "Any attempt to escape…" "And they blow you up. Poof!"

―Shmi and Anakin Skywalker

One of the things that always get my attention in the phantom menace is how easily the people who would take care of Anakin from his 9 years to a young adult could ignore so easily the way his upbringing would affect him but if you see TPM movie, you get why.

Shmi and Anakin are living in horrorific circunstances, they know their owners, Gardulla and Watto can blow them up anytime they want with all legality on Tatooine so what´s left to them to stay not only sane but also kind under such circunstances is to keep what Viktor Emil Frankl called "mental/emotional freedom" they may not be owners of their own bodies but they are owners of their own mind and they can choose to be kind in their circunstances because they "WANT TO BE KIND" not because some code tells them they have to be kind or compassionate.

This is a family who has personally seen slaves being blown up, from kids, to women to adults of any age, a family who lived inside Gardulla´s the Hutt palace, you only need to remember ROTJ to understand this is a mother who had to explain to anakin what sex was from a very young age so he could tell her if someone wanted to take advantage of him that way even if she could not stop them from taking advantage of her Son.

QUI-GON: You should be proud of your son. He gives without any thought of reward.

SHMI: Well he knows nothing of greed.

So when the Jedi came to Tatooine, given the stories both Shmi and Anakin heard about them, most notably the story about them freeing slaves from the former Sith Empire some thousands of years ago, they didn´t expect much but at least they expected the problem to be recognized but Qui-Gon has to explain to them that they are on Tatooine on accident and that they are not here to free slaves and when you get to Coruscant you learn that the Jedi are mostly concerned to what happens in the Senate to put much attention to what happens in the wider galaxy.

So we get in an scenario where Anakin is send to the Temple by his mother to give him a chance of a normal life but the world in which he gets to doesn´t even have the lenses to begin to understand his pov and not only that, they expect him to adapt himself to them, not the other way around.

You think? I don´t know Yoda, If I were a 9 year old who still has a ticking bomb inside my body(Qui-Gon didnt had time to get him to an infirmary), who had to leave behind my mother in such circunstances and who now is surrounded by adults called masters, who can read my mind, you know, the only thing left free for a slave like Anakin, I guess I would be pretty afraid too and not because I am falling to the darkside but because it´s a normal human reaction but Jedi are just not that empatethic in this version of the Order right?

So what we get is that Anakin gets to live in a place with people who certainly have good intentions, who see themselves as the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy but who mostly believe this means doing what the Senate tells them to do, they are completely unable and unwilling to even begin to understand Anakin, most of them, even Yoda have too sheltered lives to begin to understand where Anakin is coming from and it shows painfully as part of the tragedy, because where they see Anakin, they see pain/anger/hate and where Anakin sees them, he sees ignorance and lack of empathy that he at times sees as cruelty but both sides try to make it work, acting as if that´s not what they see on each other.

So even if Obi-Wan did his best to understand Anakin he´s still too sheltered to understand him they way his mother did, he believes Anakin having a problem with food snacks is a sign of him being greedy /asking for special treatment instead of being a sign of someone who has been starved before as punishment and a natural reaction is to keep food and insects around so he doesn´t die of hunger, Obi-Wan is just disgusted by it.

But you know someone who certainly grew up as sheltered as the members of the jedi order, as part of a noble house in a mid rim planet but who has plenty of life experiences and isn´t so set in his ways that he can recognize the signs Anakin is showing for all to see? who has travelled to Tatooine and many other worlds as part of his Sith training? Palpatine, this is why he allowed Anakin to stay in the Jedi Order, he knew he would just grow up bitter and resentful of them because they were just too set in their own ways to try to understand and that for him, was just preparation for him to be turned into a Sith. He can be the one adult who understands where Anakin is coming from and he doesn´t even need to lie.

So when I see this character seen in the fandom as someone spoiled (lol) who gave Obi-Wan a hard time every chance he got, I wish Lucas had been more direct in telling this part of the story because there´s just so much of this tragedy lost in translation that isn´t even funny.

But you know who also had the means to get to Anakin and completely understand what the hell happened, who was from the same world? Who knew how to get to him in his own language despite years of being submerged in the darkside? Yes, his Son Luke, so I guess this is how the story rhymes.

#anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #luke skywalker #star wars #the phantom menace #return of the jedi #Yoda #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Palpatine #QuI-Gon Jinn #Mace Windu #slavery #long post

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little-miss-vader · 10 months

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Masterlist & Navigation

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Hey there! I’m Crow (she/her) and I thought it was about time to start a Masterlist :)

⚝ This is an 18+ blog! Minors please don’t interact or I’ll hex you.

⚝ My inbox is open for requests but I cannot promise I will get to it quickly. I read everything y’all send, especially requests so don’t be discouraged if I don’t publicly respond!

⚝ I also love making friends. Dm me or shoot me something fun in my inbox :)

⚝ I have a list of what I’m comfortable writing below so you don’t have to inbox me or dm me to ask unless what you’re looking for isn’t on the list!

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What I do/do not write!

Characters I am open to writing for:

The number of stars out of 5 represent how willing I am to write them

⚝ ⚝ ⚝ ⚝ ⚝ Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader

⚝ ⚝ ⚝ Obi-Wan Kenobi

⚝ ⚝ ⚝ ⚝ The Mandolorian/Din Djarin

⚝ ⚝ Padmé Amidala

⚝ ⚝ ⚝ Kylo Ren

⚝ ⚝ ⚝ ⚝ Poe Dameron

⚝ ⚝ ⚝ Ahsoka Tano (MANDALORIAN/AHSOKA ERA ONLY.)

⚝ ⚝ ⚝ ⚝ The 501st boys

⚝ ⚝ ⚝ Commander Cody

⚝ ⚝ Commander Wolfe

If you don’t see a character but have a good enough request, I might bend the rules and write the character! It never hurts to ask :)

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Kinks/Tropes

I will be categorizing this by colour, green meaning I will absolutely write it, yellow meaning the circumstances might differ me from writing it, red meaning I will absolutely not be writing it.

Green:

⚝ Bdsm

⚝ Daddy/Mommy kink

⚝ Breath Play

⚝ Mutual Pining

⚝ Knifeplay

⚝ Breeding Kink

⚝ Infidelity Kink

⚝ Corruption Kink

⚝ Enemies to Lovers

⚝ Forceplay (As in The Force, not coercion/rape)

⚝ Age Gaps (I’ll only write age gaps if both are consenting adults)

⚝ Normal stuff is my jam. Fluff, angst, romance, regular ass smut. The green isn’t as important because I’m okay with writing almost 90% of kinks and tropes. Yellow and red however, are mostly what I made this list for.

Yellow:

⚝ Polyamory (I’m not polyamorous and idk how it works so I don’t feel entirely comfortable writing about it as it might not be accurate/correct.)

⚝ Saberplay

⚝ Dubcon/Noncon (the only time I’ll write it is if there is consent beforehand)

⚝ Bloodplay

⚝ Ships (idk not a fan. I like writing reader inserts. I might make an exception for AniDala)

⚝ Anal (I personally just can’t get behind it but I understand the allure.)

Red:

⚝ Incest of any kind (step-cest included)

⚝ Rape

⚝ Piss/Scat

⚝ Omegaverse

⚝ Suicide

⚝ Self-Harm

⚝ Eating Disorders (I honestly tend to keep mental illnesses out of my writing for the most part, I like my fantasy worlds to be an escape, not a reminder)

⚝ Age Play (Age gaps are different, I’m fine with those. I will not however sexualize or romanticize infantilism)

⚝ ObiKin (I mean it)

⚝ AniSoka (Do not ever ask me for this I actually might block you.)

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Character Lists!

Anakin Skywalker

One Shots/Series:

Dueling Fates: Pt.1 & Pt.2

His Best Girl

Maker, Save The Queen

As You Wish

Gentle Hands

Ask Nicely (Hayden Christensen, if I write more for him I’ll give him his own section lol)

Driven to You (Anakin AU)

Unbreakable Bonds Pt. 1

Drabbles:

Flowers

Perfume

Songs that remind me of Anakin are all under the tag #anakins playlist

There are more drabbles but they’re scattered around, I’ll add them in when I have time 🫶🏼

#crows master list #Thank you guys again for even taking a moment to read my work #i love u all fr

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aniharas · 3 months

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𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 | 𝘵𝘸𝘰

pairing: anakin skywalker x padawan!fem!reader

summary: you are unfairly restricted from assisting your master in assignments, and you and your best friend, ahsoka tano, figure out who was behind all of it.

warnings: implied sexual content, miscommunication, angst, hurt/comfort

wc: 6.6+ split into three parts

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

a/n: inspired by blouse by clairo!

"(Y/N)! Wait! You've got to confront Master Kenobi, this isn't fair!" your fellow padawan and good friend, Ahsoka Tano, called after you as she struggled to keep your angry, unwavering pace down the hall, away from the Jedi Council's quarters. You slid your fingers through your hair, feeling as if you could almost rip them from your scalp. The Jedi Council had called you in to discuss the raid on Kamino, describing your actions as "irresponsible" and "sloppy". They ultimately decided you were unfit for real combat and were to undergo training in the Jedi Temple for a year until you could fight alongside your master responsibly.

To say you were angry was an understatement. You swore every stomp could be heard throughout the temple. You had only been able to accompany your master on his assignments half a year ago, and now that freedom was going to be taken away again? The longer you stayed cooped up within the Jedi Temple, the more the hallways seemed to spin. It was nauseating, and your master knew how much you longed for a mission. He also knew how capable you were to handle yourself out there...if anything, you definitely did handle yourself at Kamino just fine.

"I don't get it, why would my master do this?" You muttered as you slowed down your pace for Ahsoka to catch up, turning to her once she finally did. You both retired by a nearby staircase, plopping yourselves down to take a break. "He's not one to punish like this..."

Ahsoka huffed in deep thought, gazing at you sympathetically as she pushed your hair behind your ear. "I mean, you saved him, didn't you? There's no way he's angry at you for-"

Your Togruta sidekick cut herself off, pausing as if she had a revelation. She then turned to you, eyes blown wide as she gripped you by the shoulders. Pain shot up through every nerve in your shoulder, earning her a glare from you and her giving an apologetic look in return.

"(Y/N)...what if Obi-Wan didn't do this to you?" She suggested, loosening her grip on you, her eyes visibly lost in thought. "It must've been-"

"Who else other than my master would do this to me?!" You felt bad for interrupting her. since you know she wasn't fond of that, but she didn't care as she continued to look at you, her eyes prodding for you to figure out the answer.

You thought back to the mission. We landed at Kamino. Master Kenobi fought with General Grevious and almost fell to his death. I swooped in with my aircraft and saved him, and I got injured. I ushered him to safety. I helped bring Master to the medical ward. He scolded me, but he seemed grateful I was there. You paused.

Anakin comes in screaming like a madman about how I wasn't ready.

At this point, you were tired of the feeling of piping hot tears building up and slipping down your face, but whenever it came to that particular Jedi, you couldn't help yourself. He always seemed to unravel you, and it never seemed fair to you. Why did he do this to you? To keep you in Coruscant to make sure you were in one piece so he could screw you after his assignments? You wanted to be more than a plaything to him, you wished he saw you as an equal...you wished he even saw you at all.

Shamefully, your hands were your curtains as you hid your face, sobbing into Ahsoka's shoulder as she held you close and caressed your head. She didn't know about what went on between you and her master, but she was smart enough to sense a tension.

"Ugh! I oughta give that Skyguy a piece of my mind," she threatened with a scowl on her face, letting up her scary demeanor briefly to press a kiss to the top of your head. "You didn't do anything wrong. He's always been so weird to you for no reason. I'm supposed to spar with him in a bit...if you want me to talk to him, I can."

Shaking your head, you removed your hands from your face, your skin wet and splotchy from your tears. You didn't want to drag Ahsoka in to the mess that was you and Anakin. Reluctantly pulling away from her embrace, you continued your descent down the stairs towards your dormitories. "I'll see you later, Ahsoka."

You knew she wasn't going to be satisfied with that answer, but you hoped she wouldn't do anything too rash.

Anakin tried to not dwell on the thought of you. He kept trying to convince himself that restricting your Jedi training was reasonable, but the guilt of lying to the Council for his own selfishness kept creeping back. It was crawling under his skin, constantly sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't wait to finish up Ahsoka's sparring so he could retire to his quarters and relax.

"SKYGUY! Why are you such a prick?! How could you do that to (Y/N)?"

Alas, a lesson he constantly learned at the Jedi Temple is that he could never get what he wanted. He heard Ahsoka stalk up to him, stopping right behind him. He took a deep breath, brandishing his deactivated lightsaber as he turned to face his padawan. "I'm not aware of such a thi-"

The last thing he expected was the tip of Ahsoka's lit-up lightsaber directly in his face. After wincing at the heat, he gave her a condescending look, and she seemed to shrink a bit, retracting her lightsaber and holding it at her side.

"Please don't make me do chores for that, master...I'm just mad at you. (Y/N) and I know that you were the one that talked to the Jedi Council about her. You can bully other padawans, I don't care. But you know how easily worked up I get about her!" Ahsoka explained, defiantly crossing her arms as she gave him her death glare.

Suddenly, Anakin found the corner of his lips tugging up a bit. He knew what it was like to get worked up about you, it was the whole reason why he lied to the Council in the first place.

There it was. The twinge of guilt from lying about you to the people you both looked up to. He knew you didn't deserve it at all, but it was the only way to ensure that he would get to keep you. Seemingly out of nowhere, he found it hard to meet his padawan's eyes, indicating his guilt, and in turn infuriating her. She grunted in her anger, kicking a nearby deactivated practice droid to calm herself down. Anakin watched blankly, and he couldn't help but think about how you handled yourself when you were angry.

When something was troubling you, you didn't cause a scene like Ahsoka. No, you would keep to yourself and your friends. Your lips would be sealed shut until you were feeling okay again. You would keep your head down, but you would watch and listen intently. It was only then that Anakin realized that you've been troubled ever since the medical ward, no, ever since the morning of the Kamino raid.

"If you're going to bully anyone, bully me. I'm your apprentice!" Ahsoka's shrill voice sliced straight through his thoughts. "You have to fix this! Do you realize how unfair it is-"

"You don't think I know how unfair it is?!" Anakin shouted back at his padawan, utterly shocking her and making her take a step back. Gripping his hair, nearly white-knuckling, he turned his back on Ahsoka. "I know very well how unfair it is. (Y/N) is just going through what I went through as a padawan. It's normal. I am doing this for her safety since Obi-Wan doesn't know how to handle her," he answered shakily as he tried to regulate his thoughts, but it was impossible with the sound of his pounding heartbeat drumming in his ears.

"But she only had a couple grazes-"

"I would prefer if she had none at all."

Ahsoka was taken aback by her master's answers, for once finding herself at a loss for words. Since when did Anakin feel so strongly for you? Had she just been too caught up in her apprenticeship to notice? No, she would notice something like this. He barely even looked at or talked to you. She furrowed her brows at the thought, her fury rising once again to come to your defense.

"If you cared so much about her, you should've known how this would make her feel, master," Ahsoka scoffed, arms crossed, prepared to search for answers. Anakin stood there, him now at a loss for words. He wished that he hadn't helped nurture Ahsoka's sharp tongue, but she was right. He knew that he caused all this, the reason why you and he spent those nights together in the first place. The shame of inhibiting your progress, ignoring you, pulling you into his mess in the first place felt like it was all crumbling down onto him like rocks and boulders, feeling like he was being pelted with every word from Ahsoka.

"Listen, master, I don't know what your deal with (Y/N) is. I don't know if you have a crush on her or if you feel protective of her because you guys were brought up the same way. Who knows what's going on between you two? And I won't even bring up how all of this goes against many aspects of the Jedi Code, but just know that you went too far. You're not protecting her, you're just selfish. Besides, how could you say all of this when you pretend she isn't even there? She pretty much hates you now, you can't even treat her like a person, and you-"

But Anakin couldn't bring himself to stay and listen to the rest of Ahsoka's berating. He had to find you. He made a run for it, leaving his padawan alone in the training room, all while honing in on the Force to get a sense as to where you would be. Once he focused, he realized that your troubled state of mind was easy to detect. How could he be so caught up in his own feelings and desires that he failed to notice yours? It was like when he chased you to the medical ward, his body could barely keep up with the speed of his feet, his mind nothing but a distressed frenzy. His body has been through far more intense obstacles before, but the stakes of any mission never felt as high as the stake of you. His heart seemed to seize and splutter with every other step, and each one had him worry if he had ruined everything with you entirely.

He couldn't lose those nights with you, the secret meetings that became dear to his heart, unbeknownst to him. He craved the way your skin felt under his rough, battle-worn hands as he connected your birthmarks and scars together like a constellation. The sounds of your labored breathing and rapid heartbeat always matched his own, bringing him an overwhelming clarity. With every blink, your ever-so-versatile eyes stared right back at him. Teasing him, tantalizing him. Wanting him, studying him. You saw him for more than what he brought to the surface, made him feel capable of being needed, being loved.

Anakin never stopped once to take a break until he was met with the shut door of your dormitory. The way he banged on the door would make anyone think there was an emergency.

He couldn't lose you.

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david-talks-sw · 2 years

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why do so many people hate on Mace Windu?

'Cause he's too much of a badass for them to handle! Jokes aside, this is a subject I came across a few times. If I had to guess why?

1. "Mace was a jerk to Anakin!"

A lot of people see Mace as "always being antagonistic towards Anakin". When - if you look at the facts - that's not really true.

In Episode I, sure, Mace initially votes to not let Anakin into the Jedi Order. But shortly after, when it's put to a vote a second time, Yoda is the only one still not wanting Anakin to join.

Implying... that Mace was cool with it!

Hell, there's even a non-canon comic that covered this, with Windu actually arguing letting Anakin into the Jedi Order against Yoda because he thinks Anakin will bring Balance to the Force.

In the comic, he also suggests giving Qui-Gon’s lightsaber to Anakin.

In Episode II, he's actually defending Anakin. He and the Council are confident in Anakin's ability to have his first solo mission, praising Anakin's skills and - in a deleted scene - even reminding Obi-Wan to have more faith in his Padawan.

Finally, in Episode III, at a first glance, it looks like Mace is indeed written in a way that makes him antagonistic to Anakin (the same Anakin who turns to the Dark Side in the same film, so maybe his instincts weren't so off after all...)

A lot of people say "he says he doesn't trust Anakin!" and I've already covered what that's really about here:

TLDR: he says he doesn't trust Anakin when he's 1) on a secret mission 2) with Palpatine. Which makes sense, because Anakin isn't exactly subtle and he has an emotional attachment toward Palpatine who everyone can see has Anakin wrapped around his finger.

Also, if you wanna count it... the novelization of Revenge of the Sith justifies this by the unbearable stress he is under.

A stress due to the Clone War and his whole Order being drafted into being warriors when they're supposed to be diplomats, thus causing hundred if not friends of his comrades to die (and don't even get me started on how hard the loss of clone lives must weigh on him).

Jedi of the Republic: Mace Windu writer Matt Owens seems to echo this sentiment:

"The Jedi are like atomic bombs: they have so much power, but they really don’t want to use it. Mace is a masterful warrior who doesn’t relish fighting. Such use of his power goes against his code, but if he doesn’t use it, what will become of the Republic? As a member of the Jedi Council, he is under pressure because he is a leader. He’s forced into an uncomfortable situation where he is doing something he doesn’t entirely agree with for what he believes is ultimately the greater good. But he has to be sure of himself because he has so many others looking to him for direction." - Matt Owens, Star Wars Insider Special Edition, 2021

So it's not personal toward Anakin at all, but Anakin's whining and making it all about himself certainly isn't relieving the stress.

But hey, let's suppose he is a dick to Anakin in Episode III (he's not, but let's go along with it).

That's still one movie out of three. So if there's a change in attitude toward Anakin from Attack of the Clones to Revenge of the Sith...

... what spurred it?

What event would make Mace go from telling Obi-Wan to have faith in Anakin to having him be adversarial toward him?

It would've been nice to see that in an episode from The Clone Wars, which partially exists to fill in the gaps between AOTC and ROTS.

I mean, was there a time where, for example, Anakin prioritized saving Ahsoka over a bunch of people in a building, leaving Mace to do it himself?

Still, we get moments between them, and they're not all negative:

They have fun banter, at times, right? But then we hear Dave Filoni say that Mace had an issue with Anakin from day one.

"You see, Mace Windu’s the guy that tells little Anakin ‘no, he will not be trained’. You cut to Anakin and he’s like, ‘What??’ There’s this look on Anakin’s face like, 'I’m gonna remember that, you’re a negative, why are you doing that?’ So you have to look at it, the Jedi are - though they mean really well for Anakin – they’re always telling him 'no’. They’re always saying 'no, you’ll be expelled, you’ll have to leave the Jedi Order’. [...] So when you get to that point-- all these things I’m talking about get you to that point where Palpatine’s on the ground and Mace Windu has a lightsaber at his throat and he’s saying “he’s the traitor”. So Anakin’s there and he’s choosing between the guy that’s always told him “no” - that, while he respects him and [Mace’s] not a mentor, but he’s a fellow Jedi - and the father figure [of Palpatine] who holds the key possibly to immortality and you saving this person you love in Padmé." - Dave Filoni, Rebel Force Radio, Star Wars Fan Days III, 2009

So... I honestly don't know who to listen to.

If we're meant to see Mace as "negative toward Anakin" then the episodes failed to convey that properly.

If we're not, then why is Dave Filoni saying the above?

Same thing goes for the recently-published novel Brotherhood, written by Mike Chen.

Like, I want to give the novel the benefit of the doubt and say "yeah, but we're only seeing Mace through Anakin's eyes, so of course the opinion is biased and exaggerated." But then I hear Mike Chen say stuff like this...

"And, like, [Anakin’s] constantly pulled in every direction and the finally, when you go from that to Revenge of the Sith where it’s like “hey, my wife is going to die unless I listen to my cool uncle, who has never been mean to me” and then you have Mace Windu who’s like “TAKE A SEAT, SKYWALKER!” y’know, it’s like who’re you gonna listen to? It really makes sense, it feels very organic, from that perspective." - Mike Chen, Beyond the Blast Doors, 2021

... and it's clear my arguing "unreliable narration" would just be me expressing a headcanon.

2. "Mace represents everything wrong with the Jedi"

Then, another argument I heard once is that he embodies everything wrong with the Jedi Order. As said in this comment here:

Wow, that's a whole bunch of hate hurled in Mace's direction.

Also inaccurate.

The fact is, Mace is - like most Jedi - a space shaolin/buddhist monk. He's incredibly wise and spiritual as heck. But when it comes to it, he's a no-bullshit kind of guy, especially when considering the Jedi being forced into a war.

As Samuel L. Jackson put its:

"Mace is a voice of reason. He thinks before he speaks. He's pretty calculating, mostly even-tempered, and he's not to be trifled with. He knows that the war is coming and he has a pretty good idea who is behind it. [...] Mace Windu has known Obi-Wan Kenobi for a very long time. Mace was a contemporary of Qui-Gon Jinn. He understood his faults and admired his qualities and can see that Obi-Wan has taken on some of Qui-Gon's strongheadedness by wanting to train Anakin Skywalker." - Samuel L. Jackson, as reported in Star Wars Insider: The Skywalker Saga Collector’s Edition, 2021

That doesn't mean Mace isn't compassionate or empathetic. On the contrary:

Here’s Mace taking down a criminal who was using child soldiers.

See that teenager who shoots at him in the final panels? At the end of the comic, he tries to have her freed.

Then, here’s Mace going out of his way to save a Twi'lek girl.

And this post, right here, lists a ton of examples of Mace putting others before himself in The Clone Wars.

Oh, you wanna go Legends? Let's go Legends.

Here’s Mace before and after saving an old lady from thugs.

Here’s Mace being kind to a starving Sith worshipper who tried to start a mob to kill them, choosing talk and mercy over violence.

Here's Mace praising Anakin!

One time, Obi-Wan almost died on a mission. Mace stayed by Anakin's side the whole time Obi-Wan was undergoing surgery.

Here’s Mace calmly agreeing to disagree with a Jedi who thinks the Order shouldn’t have joined the Clone War.

Hell, here’s Mace being nice to animals.

Mace Windu embodies everything right about the Jedi Order.

3. Misc "arguments"...

A number of silly, small things I hear sometimes:

"Oh he called her 'citizen' what an asshole!" He refers to her the same way she referred to herself. Ahsoka's been gone for months she doesn't have context and letting her into the fold in that particular instant would spell disaster. It's not personal, Mace even gives her a respectful nod before the call ends.

Then there's:

"Mace never apologized for the way the Council treated Ahsoka!" Because Plo Koon apologized on behalf of the whole Council.

“You have OUR most humble Ahsoka.” Plural. He’s speaking for all of them, nobody contradicts him, thus showing they agree. It’s a 22-minute TCW episode, they’re not gonna have each Council member apologize individually. It’s common sense. I'd also hazard that the "this was your real trial" line lingered from the first draft of the script as originally, Ahsoka didn't leave the Order at the end of "The Wrong Jedi" and prolly got promoted to Jedi Knight.

Also:

"Mace Windu once believed himself to be the Chosen One, he was jealous of Anakin!"

Uh... I'm just gonna post this one again...

Then there's this one I read which just made me cringe:

*sigh*

Yeah that TOTALLY sounds like something Mace “You Can’t Kill The Zillo Beast 'Cause It’s An Innocent Living Creature” Windu would do.

Intentionally leading his Jedi brothers to slaughter is so typical Mace “Get The Men To Safety While I Risk My Life For Them” Windu behavior.

So, why do some fans not like him?

I honestly dunno.

The only other reason I can think of (like the other Jedi, he's not as flawed as Anakin, some see him and the Jedi as holier than thou, he's nothing like Luke Skywalker) is explored more in detail here:

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HERE’S WHY I LOVE DARTH VADER THE WAY I DO. These two scenes are the last times we see Vader in the show, that we leave him on the barren moon where he’s screaming Obi-Wan’s name, cut open and exposed, wheezing and desperate for Obi-Wan to come back, all the vulnerable parts of him have been flayed open by Obi-Wan’s confrontation and Anakin’s feelings for Obi-Wan. Then we see him put back together, his armored shell around him intact once more, talking to Sidious, and this is why names are so important and why I talk so much about how Vader never uses anything but “Obi-Wan” unless he’s deliberately trying to hide the feelings that make him vulnerable. Sidious sees right through him, of course, that’s the whole point of yanking Vader’s leash, and that we’re seeing what an absolute projection that last scene is. The juxtaposition of those two things is what Darth Vader is to me. It’s also illustrated through the juxtaposition of the prequels and the originals, that the Vader of the OT is only ever once seen without his mask, but in the prequels we get to know Anakin Skywalker as a desperately feelings-laden, clingy, needy, hot mess who cries and screams and rages and loves and smiles and laughs all the time. But Anakin Skywalker is Darth Vader. That’s a huge point of the Obi-Wan Kenobi show, that he is still that needy, clingy, angry hot mess of a character. That when you see him sitting on his throne, looking like the top dog of the GFFA, it’s a lie. It’s a projection. It’s the same as the armored shell of the suit around him, it’s there to protect the soft belly of Anakin Skywalker that can be cut open with the right dagger. To many in the galaxy, they’ll never see beyond that lie of a projection, they never knew the man under that mask, the fearful person who drives everything Darth Vader does, they don’t mean anything to him, so he is that powerful walking nightmare. But to those that know him, those that remember the beautiful young man he once was, the way he was so sensitive to everything around him, that he was a giant ball of feelings, the way he was so afraid of losing those he loved, they know that that mask and that pose are nothing but an attempt to convince others of something that Anakin Skywalker never really is. That’s what I love about Darth Vader. One of the scariest villains in film history, one of the most nightmare-inducting monsters, is a lie. Darth Vader is a defensive armor because the core of who he really is is the soft, vulnerable person who desperately wants someone to tell him he’s doing good, tell him that they love him, tell him that he’s perfect, tell him what to do, and he wants to follow them to the ends of the galaxy. He’ll do monstrous things to get even a sliver of all of that, he’ll make terrible choices and get on his knees for anyone he thinks can deliver what he’s so desperate for, because he so desperately yearns for someone to lead him, to love him, to praise him. Because Darth Vader is just a projection to protect the open book that is Anakin Skywalker. Darth Vader is a fixed mask to hide the way Anakin Skywalker rolls his eyes or tears well up in him or he scrunches up his face in distaste.

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macabre-mangled · 1 year

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Love Like Wolves

OBI-WAN KENOBI X READER (gender neutral)

WARNINGS: canon typical violence and innuendos, insecurity (on readers end), brief mention of small age gap

SUMMARY: Obi-Wan assures you you're his despite it being secret

A/N: hot dilf. I also don't proofread my writing so deal with it lmao

Satine was gorgeous. You'd admit that. She also was so kind which made it hard when she was clearly showing interest in your lover. Obi-Wan wasn't flirting back by any means, but that didn't stop the hands of that ugly feeling to take hold of your brain. You of course masked it with the force, knowing that he could sense it otherwise. He could definitely tell something was wrong, but didn't have any idea what. You excused yourself to go and lick your wounds like a cowardly youngling. If Obi-wan was concerned he didn't voice it.

In our quarters you didn't find much peace either. in fact you had been pacing, your lightsaber clinking in its holster as you did. You know Obi-Wan would never be disloyal despite no one knowing about you two. He's not the type. However; it also means he can't publicly claim you. Maker, you sound so primitive. Is that really what we are in the end? Just like animals? Are you the same as a loth wolf? They mate for life. Does Obi view you as his life partner? All These thoughts swarmed your head like wasps. Obi was older than you, surely he's smart enough to not throw away a good thing. At least you hoped so.

"They're a good catch, Master Kenobi."

saltines eyes glittered as she spoke, A knowing glint in her eyes. Obi took notice and looked around in panic.

"Relax, I will not speak of it to anyone."

"If I may ask; how did you know?"

Obi-Wan didn't think he was THAT obvious. Or was he? Maker, he hopes not.

"The way you look at them. Its not obvious, but if someone knows where to look they can tell. Now, I will be taking my leave."

He watches Satine go. He surely hopes no one heard their conversation. Maker knows how much trouble he'd be in if the council found out. he wouldn't be able to take it if they took you from him. You're his light in the dark. He NEEDS you. Although now he's picking up on your distress. How did he not notice before? He starts off towards your quarters. He knows how you get. He just hopes you'll be in the mood to let him calm you down.

Upon his arrival he knocks twice then three times; the secret knock you two have. When you open the door he's greeted with your glare. Oh maker, what did he do? He doesn't recall doing anything. Your strained voice startles him out of his reverie.

"How's Satine? You two have fun making eyes at each other?"

Your tone gave away your emotions, something Jedi are not supposed to do. But right now you didn't care. Realization hit Obi-Wan's face.

"Darling, we weren't doing anything of that sort. Satine knows about us."

He calmly said in something just above a whisper as he slowly moved to cradle you in his arms. You let your shoulders fall. you knew this was ridiculous. Of course he wouldn't. You knew that, but maker that feeling took you by the horns. So you gathered all your courage to ask him the one question you had in the back of your mind.

"Do you see me as a life partner? Like would you marry me if you could?"

If he hadn't been right next to you he wouldn't have heard it. But he did and it made his heart ache how small you sounded. He knew you had insecurities, but never had he heard you sound so unsure. The answer was obvious he thought.

"Of course my darling, It's only you. We're bonded like loth wolves. Nothing or anyone will change that."

You snuggled closer to him at his words but his hand held you softly by the chin to look into his eyes. His eyes held an unspoken question and yours held the answer.

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Redneck Doug on ALL the other Clones in Star Wars!

As promised, for reaching a new number of followers, here's Doug's list when I asked him to name off all the clones in 'The Clone Wars' and 'The Bad Batch'!

Some are obviously repeats of other posts, and some are brand spanking new.

I'm using my autoethnography skills to their fullest extent, here, people.

This is LONG but hey! 7 seasons of The Clone Wars and 3 seasons of The Bad Batch means animated Star Wars in the Days of our Lives of animation.

If I'm missing someone, let me know! I'll reach out to Doug!

Enjoy, everyone!

CW: Redneck Doug just rambles needlessly about people.

And Clermont Lounge is one of the scariest and yet, most fun places in the ATL and I could 100% see one of the 501st working there.

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Bly: That’s a boy, his name’s Miguel. Got his friends, they drink Pabst, shoot the empty cans behind the garage when they done, and hit on every woman that walks by. But Miguel’s got his eyes on Babe-the-Blue-Jedi and steals flowers from people’s yard and gives them to her. Babe-the-Blue-Jedi knows the man’s not that bright but his heart’s in the right place and that’s all that matters, right?

Rex: That's Rex. He's a king. Respect him.

Cody: That’s Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend, he’s sad all the time. We know why. (Confirmed that Doug is a Codywan shipper and I don’t know what to do about that)

Howzer: That’s my niece’s boyfriend, Jorge. We all love Jorge, nice guy, owns an auto repair shop and always remembers plates and napkins for the cookouts after church.

Gregor: Jorge’s cousin, Manny. Met him once at Christmas in Miami, nice guy, only drinks brown liquor and insists everyone arm wrestle him. But he’s got a good job as a PE teacher, we respect education, come on now.

Hardcase: Wiggles. He laughs at everything and never wears a helmet both on his big head and his lil head and that explains everything about the man.

Kix: Nurse Mark. He's tired and sick of your shit, sick of the creeps trying to get the Fentanyl, that's a crime now, ain't it.

Echo: "Eh, Toaster Strudel. Homeboy looks like his daddy had an affair with a convection oven on shore leave and forgot to pay child support."

Mayday: Aw, I liked this guy so much! That’s Sassy Park Ranger, he’s the type that gives you your camping permits, warns you about the bears, and then is all disappointed when you don’t properly stow your food and the bears destroy the campsite. I need to go back to Little River Canyon, that place was pretty.

Scorch: The Son of Robocop. His daddy told him to get off his lazy Robo-son ass and go get a job, so he works for the Empire now, because no one can get a job in Detroit. That’s why he’s a bad person. (Because he works for the Empire? “No, because he’s a Lions fan and that ain’t a good look for anyone.”)

Fives: Alex-from-Manitoba. He reminds me so much of this awesome guy I knew, Alex, was from Winnipeg, we worked in oil together. Smart, knew his shit, loved guns and getting his hair did. No one listens to him, management hates him, and he gets fired. Man I was so pissed off when that happened with that damn alien that ran the ocean on the mall! He deserved better, damn it!

(Fives or Alex-from-Manitoba?

“BOTH!!!”)

99: 99!

(You actually remember his name?

“Hell yeah! He’s one of the most important characters! Why would I not?”

::cue me, quietly staring at all the weird-ass names over texts and saying NOTHING in response::)

Wolffe: Bernando. I dunno, man, he got that Bernardo energy. I’ve met three and they all looked like they wanna run off into the woods and come out when they got a deer they need to process and take a shower and find a lady before running back into the woods. Also Bernardo never has a girlfriend that lasts more than 6 months with him. Don’t know why. Just trust me.

Gree: Carnie Joe. Man, he looks like the type of guy who drives an ice cream truck but there ain’t no Bomb Pops inside if you know what I mean.

Cut Lawquane: Not-Wolverine. He ran away from the Empire, grew out his muttonchops, wanted to join the X-Men, Charles Xavier said ‘Nah son you need super powers for that’, and then Not-Wolverine stomped off into Tremors-land and started a pot-and-chicken farm like every other hillbilly in Kentucky. But he got a hot wife out of the deal and some nice kids and lots of guns, and ya know, that ain’t a bad ending for the man.

Commander Fox: Red-Chief-of-Police. He’s absolutely on them Ticky-Tack videos my nieces and nephews watch where the cops are doing bad things but they ain’t gonna get fired over it. Man. It ain’t right.

Tup: Alex’s-Friend-Matt. Aw, Matt, good guy, but too much brain damage after that time he fell off the roof while laying down tar. He grew out his ponytail to hide the dent in his head and talked funny afterwards, but he real good at roughneck work and I can’t fault the man, nope.

Hevy: That’s Ross. He’s always mad because he’s insecure. He’s got a lot of Nerf guns and only eats stuff you can find at 7-11.

Jesse: That’s Jesse, he’s a trucker, was a bouncer at Clermont Lounge in Atlanta, and has three ex-wives who all hate him. He shaves his head because his hair hates him too.

Crosshair: So that there's Daddy Warcrimes. All you need to know is he lives on beer and Slim Jims, has more guns then Jesus got faith, and that he does your mom on the weekends, and then you thank him for his service.

Hunter: Aw man, we got Rambo up in this place. Daddy Rambo. He looks like he's got some hot wife with a huge butt who makes amazing biscuits, but he only showers on the weekends for reasons he won't tell you.

Wrecker: I know, I KNOW, he's got some cool Star Wars name, but in my head, he's Julio. He looks like a Julio, ya know? Every Julio's been the nicest guy with a truck and a million friends. I swear. I bet he's a contractor and lays pipe like you wouldn't believe. ::winks::

Tech: Hm, yeah, I know him. That's Ryan-from-Accounting, somebody's hipster dad. You know, everyone knows a Ryan who works in accounting, he's quiet, only drinks IPAs, and has a bitch wife named Laura who drives a Kia and is always yelling at him. Poor man. I hope Julio saves him from his bitch wife Laura.*

Omega: Little Orphan Blondie. I hope she gets real parents or something besides those freaky alien things running the mall on the ocean.

Emerie Karr: Stepsister-Beth. She’s got a stick up her rear, was in a sorority known for bitchy Daddy’s Girls who wouldn’t touch below the belt but are all about using other places for their date’s hoses to put out the fire, and only drinks almond milk lattes. She’s a bitch to waiters and drives a Prius.

(“Doug I drive a Prius.”

“Yeah, but you ain’t a southern sorority girl so y’all forgiven.”)

Nemec and Fireball: Trigger and Nutsy. They’ve been in a survival militia in the Florida Everglades and that’s all you need to know.

CX-2: The Guy from Tron. He’s a guy, and he was in the movie Tron. That’s it.

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pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!poc!reader

summary: when senator padme needs protection on naboo, both you and anakin are assigned. you love him and he loves you, but you can never be together and both of you know it. complications ensue. (mostly adjacent to attack of the clones canon but i took some artistic liberties at the end).

warnings: minors dni. angst. there is angst in this. religious imagery, p in v (unprotected, wrap before you tap always), fingering, some sensory play, power dynamics in sexual contexts, marking up

word count: 8.8k

a/n: this is the song i listened to while writing this fic and i love it so much. also after rewatching attack of the clones for the 20th time for this series i have realized that anidala went real fuckin fast like . whoa! okay then. also the obi wan Kenobi final made me so emotional

He feels you when he wakes up.

Anakin opens his eyes to an empty bed, where he can still see the indent that your body has left next to his. It can’t have been too long since you’ve been gone, because he feels the traces of warmth from you when he runs his hand over the sheets.

Then he laughs in disbelief, because you’re his. Last night told him that much. You’ve always been beautiful. Always. But he’s never gotten the chance to count the moles and battle scars on your body, never been able to mark you as his, never seen you look at him with that much adoration in your eyes. You’re his, and you love him.

He’ll never let you go now. It would break him, shatter him, he thinks, if he had to draw even a single breath without you. Is this the emotion that the Jedi warned against? Anakin can’t fathom you being a weakness to him, even as he rises from the bed to follow your force signature without even being aware of his movement, too lost in the need to find you.

You’re consuming his mind, and he adores you for it.

~~~

“So soon, padawan?” Obi-Wan breaks his silence to ask you, running his hand over his beard thoughtfully. He gets up from his position on the floor to meet your eyes, a hidden sadness reflecting in them. And it hurts more than you thought it would, now that you’re face-to-face with the man who raised you, loved you, healed your wounds. Your throat constricts as emotion swells from its hiding place deep within, and you can only nod as you fight back the burning teardrops collecting in your eyes.

He looks down at his hands, breathing deeply as he deliberates over the correct course of action. You understand, of course. It’s a time of war, and you leaving creates a hole in the fabric of the security blanket designed to protect the peace of the universe. And over your inner frustrations and betrayal to the Jedi Code, you have a responsibility to protect that peace. The oath you swore as a youngling does nothing to stop the acidity at eating your throat from the anxiety of the unknown.

“I’ll bring it up to the Council, but I must insist that you stay here with Anakin and I to protect Senator Padme. The Senator’s safety is crucial to the fate of the Republic, and we must do everything in our power to keep her safe. Young one, you are brilliant and will undoubtedly make change no matter where you go, but I fear the consequences if we do not act carefully will be rather severe.”

You know he’s right. At least now you know what to expect and you prepare yourself for it mentally. But are you strong enough to let go of Anakin?

“Y/n, I didn’t realize the toll that last night’s fight took on you. Do take some rest, padawan.”

“Huh?” You’re unsure what he means by that. The only real injury you have, aside from minor scratches, is the blast wound that’s hidden by your robes.

“On your neck,” he gestures. “There’s some bruising on your skin.” Fuck. Memories of Anakin’s mouth marking your skin flash before your eyes, and a wave of heat runs down your skin.

Obi-Wan gives you a strange glance as your thoughts burst indecipherably, then settles back down on the floor.

“Everything will be alright,” your master assures you, eyes closed. “Do join me in meditation, padawan. Fear is a powerful tool that can lead you astray.”

You sit facing him, and allow your thoughts to dissolve, mind embracing the blankness. And there is no Anakin, no Jedi Consular, nothing save the peace that Obi-Wan has taught you to find over the years. But then the hiss of the doors opening jolts you back to the world, and you open your eyes to Anakin settling down next to you.

He turns to you briefly, with just the barest hint of a sweet secret smile. Guilt settles in the pit of your stomach, heavy and unforgiving, because you know that he’s absolutely clueless. Anakin Skywalker is your best friend, and yet you want to leave him without a word. You force a weak smile back at him.

Anakin reaches out to you, Obi-Wan’s eyes still closed, and allows his pinky to rest just brushing against yours. You are connected to him, and just from the slight touch of his hand you can almost feel every cell in his body moving in perfect synchrony, every little bit of the essence of Anakin Skywalker. And Maker, you never want to let go.

But you look at Obi-Wan, and your deceit turns the warmth of his finger against yours into a burning flame. You quickly shift your hand, pretending not to notice the flash of hurt that crosses Anakin’s face.

No, it’s better this way, you think. This way, you’re both safe. Anakin will save the Force, bring it into that dazzling light of his, and you can fade into the background. Maybe he’ll still care for you, deep down. Maybe he’ll hear your name in passing, twenty years from now, and his heart will skip a beat. And he’ll remember you, the warmth of your skin and the softness of your lips and his hand will brush against his lips like he can still feel them.

Or maybe he won’t care about you at all. Maybe he won’t recognize your name, walk undeterred as he fulfills his destiny. And you won’t be anything but a distant someone he used to know.

~~~

“Troubling, this is,” Master Yoda hums thoughtfully. You force yourself to remain stiff under your robes, trying not to bring too much attention before the Council. Their commanding presences make the chamber almost suffocating, and Anakin turns his head to you imperceptibly as you attempt to reel in your anxieties. The gesture soothes you anyways. He knew how nervous the Council made you, even from a young age. Next to Anakin, your abilities paled, and you knew they expected little of you. Still, there remained that innate desire to get their validation, for them to see you as just as bright as Anakin.

Composure. You need to maintain composure.

“We lost the bounty hunter,” You interject quietly. Master Windu nods at you in understanding, and you feel just marginally more at peace. You’ve always felt that Master Windu has the most respect and understanding for you, and you can breathe just a little easier.

“Track down the bounty hunter, you must, Obi-Wan,” Master Yoda responds. This close to him, you can see the lines on his face. You wonder briefly if he ever gets tired of loneliness, of the burden he has to carry. How many Jedi has he outlived? How many has he taken in as younglings, only to watch them fade in time? There’s so many lifetimes packed into his soul, each one undoubtedly extracting a heavier toll than the last as the universe settles itself in a nest of chaos.

“Most importantly, find out who sent him,” Master Windu adds.

You find yourself blanking as the Masters continue to discuss, only snapping back sharply to reality when Anakin speaks, saying your name with a reverence you’re sure you imagined. Only then do you realize that you’ve been roped into more of this, more of being consumed by your biggest temptation. There is no easy escape now. The attempt on Senator Amidala’s life and your actions following the attack have left you vulnerable and weak, and now you have to assist Anakin in escorting and guarding her in Naboo.

“While Anakin speaks with Chancellor Palpatine, I shall speak with the Senator and convey the gravity of the matter. I hope that she will not only go, but will remain compliant with our advice as we continue to guide her,” you add after Master Windu’s instructions. He spares you the slightest smile before the three of you bow to the Council and walk out of the chamber. Your eyes are trained on the hem of Anakin’s robes as it sweeps against the ground. Once you’re outside, you find yourself rushing your pace until your footsteps are matched with his, still shadowing Obi-Wan.

“I don’t like this, Ani,” you murmur to him, turning to study his reaction from his side. The nickname slips out of your lips. You can’t stop your eyes from drifting across the defined, sloping lines of his face before settling on the soft pink of his lips. You want to kiss him again, the way you kissed him last night, but you force yourself to look at Obi-Wan instead of allowing yourself to dwell in the forbidden.

“Why?” He questions back, slipping your hand into his as you walk quickly. It’s hidden by the sleeves of your robes, and you don’t have the strength in you to pull away. You hold your love for him in your hand, a secret in the sanctuary of truth.

“There’s something unsettling about the Chancellor, Ani. Just please be careful about what you say to him, and be wary about what he says to you. I know you consider him a friend, but for my sake—”

“For your sake?” He interrupts, voice raising slightly. Obi-Wan looks back at the two of you in warning before turning to continue forwards to the transporter. You squeeze his hand in warning lightly. He murmurs your name to get your attention again. “You haven’t even looked at me today. All you’ve done is shut me out. And now suddenly it’s for you?” Anakin hisses out of frustration.

“Ani, I know I hurt you today, and I promise that wasn’t my intention,” you whisper back. Your voice threatens to break as you swallow your betrayal to him, because you wanted to leave him all alone and if this hurts him now, it would’ve broken him if you had left entirely. And you wish you could take his pain away, absorb every bit of hurt seeping out of his beautiful flaws. You’ve already given and taken too much, though, so you allow yourself only the momentary comfort of his hand. No more.

He sighs and squeezes your hand in reassurance, leaning down to kiss the top of your head swiftly before releasing your hand and stepping away. “I’ll be careful,” he promises.

~~~

“The Council wants me to leave?” Padme exclaims.

“M’Lady—-”

“No,” she interrupts. “Do they understand how important it is that the Military Creation Act is brought down? The fate of the galaxy is in question right now, and I am to hide? Like a coward?”

“Hiding does not make you a coward, Milady,” you refute, but she turns to face the window and inhales sharply through her nose, clearly frustrated by your words. You kneel before her and take her hands in yours, forcing her to look at you. “Hiding does not make you a coward,” you repeat.

She holds you in that perceptive stare of hers, unmoved and held firm by her resolution. Frankly, you expected no less from her, and her stubbornness makes you smile. She’s similar to you, you think, like a slightly older version of you.

“I understand your determination to see this through,” you continue, “but as a Senator, you’re far too valuable to put at risk for this single act. I admire you greatly, Milady, and I and many others feel that you are bound to create far more positive change in the future. Please, don’t let your fight for good end here. I know Anakin mentioned it to you last night and you didn’t like hiding then either, but… all the Jedi ask for here is time. Once Obi-Wan tracks down the bounty hunter and whoever is behind this, you’ll be back working in the Senate.”

“Oh, you’re right. It’s just, I feel this anxiousness inside me. Like if I’m not there to ensure the destruction of the act, everything will fall apart.” Padme looks at her hands, rubbing the joint of one of her fingers with her thumb. She cares about the Republic and its people just as much as you do, and you understand her fears.

“Milady,” you begin softly, but Padme shakes her head before you can finish.

“Padme.”

“Padme.” You smile back at her, full of admiration for this incredible woman. “You’ve put in all the work and preparation for this to go smoothly. This battle is almost won, so now it’s time to put your trust in democracy, trust the others in the Republic and keep yourself safe. Chancellor Palpatine will put the rest into motion, so please, don’t worry about anything other than staying safe.”

She nods quietly at your persuasion and squeezes your hands softly.

“Well, I’d better go pack then.”

“Would you like my assistance, Padme?”

~~~

Anakin can sense that something’s different between you and Padme, now that he’s back from the Chancellor. A bond wavers faintly between the two of you, one that relies on the foundations of mutual respect. It’s not quite friendship, but any of the coldness that Anakin had sensed before is dissipated. You’ve folded the last of her clothes and head to your room before Anakin gathers the courage to speak to Padme.

“So? Did you tell her how you feel?” Padme whispers to him, voice hushed like she doesn’t want you to know. It’s a gesture of kindness on her part, sparing both you and Anakin the humiliation of publicly straying from the Jedi Code.

“Yes,” Anakin breathes out, and his heart soars just thinking of you. Padme smiles at the lovestruck expression on his face and sits on her bed, patting the space next to her. Anakin sits next to her, and Padme places her head softly on his shoulder. “I don’t know what will happen now, though,” he admits to Padme.

“Aren’t Jedi forbidden to love, Anakin?”

“Well, I—”

He’s interrupted by the sight of you standing in the doorway, the shyest hint of a frown marring your face as you take in the position of him and Padme, together. He wonders how much of their conversation you heard.

“To some extent, yes, milady,” you respond. He can feel the chill in your voice again, and he wonders if it’s jealousy. He can’t imagine why you’d be jealous. He loves you like he could no other, so much so that in your presence he can only feel you. Padme stiffens next to him and lifts her head off of his shoulder, staring directly into your eyes.

“Isn’t that just awful, though?” Padme asks. You smile but it doesn’t quite meet your eyes, and Anakin can feel that you’re absolutely furious with him.

“Not necessarily, milady. Love is destructive. Makes us lie, fosters hate. It forces even the kindest people to do the most horrible acts. The Jedi Code recognizes that. Those who wield the Force have a responsibility to sacrifice love to truly embrace the Light side.”

“Isn’t our principle of acting with compassion rooted in love, though? Are we not required to love to act as enforcers of the light?” Anakin asks desperately, because he sees your message clearly and he doesn’t like it.

“Romantic love is different, Ani,” you sigh, and Anakin notices the nickname that slips from your lips before your mouth tightens in annoyance. He calls your name softly and stands up, paying no heed to the watchful eyes of the Senator by his side.

“Can I speak to you outside? About some of the details of the transport. I want to run them by you, make sure everything is correct.” You nod but keep your eyes fixed on the Senator.

“Milady, shall I instruct Captain Typho and Dorme to assist you with your bags?”

“There’s no need. I’ll call them up and tell them myself. You just worry about figuring out your… transport situation.” You bow at Padme’s dismissal and follow Anakin out the metal doors. He whirls around and pushes you by your shoulders against the circular fame of the doors when they hiss shut.

“Why were you talking about love with Padme? Maker, Anakin, have you no respect for the Jedi Code, flirting with the very person we’re on this mission to protect?” You fight to keep your voice hushed, but you can’t keep the accusation out of it.

“I wasn’t flirting with Padme. We’re just friends.” Anakin crosses his arms, and you can tell he’s irked, but you couldn’t care less.

“Yeah. Right. Because the last time we started talking about love, it’s not like we fucked or anything right?”

“It’s different with you,” he growls. “And don’t say we fucked. What we did was making love. I love you. I don’t love Padme. That, y/n, is the difference.”

“Well, you shouldn’t love me. We shouldn’t love each other. This is wrong, Anakin! Do you know how furious Master Obi-Wan would be if he found out about this?” You ask, furiously gesturing between the two of you. “This was a mistake.”

“Don’t you dare call it a mistake,” Anakin snarls. “Don’t you dare, not when I love you like this.” Your breath catches in your throat and all you can do is stare helplessly at him, almost overwhelmed by the strength of his love. And the way he looks at you makes you feel so wanted, so needed that it does feel right. Too right. Which is what snaps you back into reality, where your fate depends on the trajectory of this relationship.

“Why? That’s all we are, Ani. That’s what this is. A fucking mistake. And if we don’t end this now, we could be led to the Dark Side.” Your voice is sharp, cutting, but it doesn’t seem to impact Anakin as he paces in front of you.

“Then we’ll leave! Forget the Order. Forget all of this. One word, and we’ll leave this all behind. No Dark Side. No Light Side. Just us, and the future we could have together.” His proposal makes you scoff.

“And you don’t see the danger in your thoughts? Our love already drives you to the Dark side, to the path of selfishness. You’re the Chosen One, Anakin. You have a responsibility to the galaxy to protect it.”

“I never asked to be the Chosen One! I never wanted this! And you know that!” Anakin bursts out. And just briefly you put yourself in his shoes, understanding the burden that lies on his shoulders every day. Pressure from Obi-Wan to live up to Qui-Gonn’s expectations of what he truly could become, pressure from the Council to bring the Jedi Order into a new age. In fact, when you think about it, you’re sure that the only time that Anakin doesn’t feel pressure about his determined identity as the chosen one is when he’s with you. And now you’ve gone and ruined his safety, turning into the very thing you were unknowingly shielding him from. It feels like a blow to the stomach, nausea making your blood pump faster. Your vision gets almost dizzy as regret overtakes you, but then you remember Anakin’s ambition and realize you don’t need to be his safety right now, you need to be the reason he becomes the Jedi he was meant to be.

“Oh, but it works so well for you, doesn’t it? You’re addicted to power, Anakin. You’ll talk about this all you want but you could never give it up. You love this life far too much, but if you want to earn being a Council Member and a Master, finally earn Obi-Wan’s respect, make Anakin Skywalker a name that’s just as strong as Yoda’s, then this? This is fruitless.” Your knees buckle at your final word, because now Anakin knows now that you have no place in his life. You know him too well to expect him to choose you, but for just one heartbeat you wish everything was different.

Anakin’s thumb swipes across your cheek and you realize you’re crying, gasping for air desperately.

“I love you,” you whisper. “But it’s not enough. It’s not worth you throwing away the security of the galaxy for me. I can’t let you do that, Anakin. I won’t let you do that.” Anakin doesn’t answer you, just bringing you into his embrace as you try to regain your composure.

“I’ll show you that we can love each other fully without the universe burning around us. I promise.”

“Please just love me less,” you say. Your voice is dry and scratchy but you put strength into it while shoving him off of you. “I don’t want to lose you, or have either of us lose our status as Jedi. Please. Don’t touch me, Anakin.”

“I see,” he murmurs and steps back, sparing you a lingering glance full of silent longing, desperate for you to change your mind before he turns and walks away from you.

~~~

“This is your first solo mission. I trust you’ll be careful and remember your training to stay calm and please, don’t do anything without first consulting me or the Council,” Obi-Wan warns. Then he says your name. “Keep an eye on Anakin,” he instructs you quietly.

“Of course, Master,” you bow your head in deference to him, and step off with Padme by your side. You’re not used to the bulky garb you wear now, matching Padme in the style of dress, minus the headpiece, to pass better as peasants, and your walk is awkward with it as you make your way onto the transporter.

“Anakin, a word?” Obi-Wan calls out, and Anakin turns back to him, nearly hitting him with the oversized poncho that he wears instead of his usual robes.

“Sorry, Master,” he chuckles, but Obi-Wan does not return Anakin’s nonchalance.

“Don’t get overconfident in your abilities, Padawan. This is your first mission without me, and I want you to take this seriously. It’s an honor to serve the Senator, but you must always keep your responsibilities as a Jedi in mind.” Obi-Wan pauses. “And please, take care of one another.”

“Yes, Master.” Anakin watches you walk to the transporter that will take you to Naboo, body stiff in that way that he knows is because of your discomfort. All he wants is to pick you up and spin you until you’re dizzy and laughing and happy, but he knows he can’t do that anymore. Or he’d break his own heart over and over again, obsessed with the sound of your joy.

After he bows to Master Obi-Wan, he walks over to you, unable to look away. The breeze pushes aside a lock of your hair and as he nears, he can see the bruising details of his love evident on your skin.

It makes something inside of him snap.

He wants to see you like this always, marked up by him, marked so that everyone knows you’re his and he is yours. He wants to be yours. He wants to make love to you every night and love you so hard you forget your name, forget the Force, forget the Jedi Council.

But then you turn to him and smile, and it’s reserved from him in a way he’s never seen from you before, and he remembers the promise he made to you. To love you less, to limit his boundless adoration and confine it until it bursts. He’s promised the impossible. But to see you smile at him normally, he’d do anything.

Even this.

~~~

You’ve never been able to tolerate the transition into hyperdrive. Something about it made you nauseous. Even now, your skin was flushed and palms clammy as you sat before the Senator, tightly gripping Anakin’s hands.

“Is she okay?” Padme asks Anakin. You can hear them only faintly, like you’ve been submerged underwater, but the gentle pressure of Anakin’s hand in your own reminds you to breathe. He’s your oxygen, and you only regret your reliance on him that much more because you love him, and that only becomes more and more permanent every time his skin touches yours.

Anakin says your name softly, and it brings you from the muffled sounds of your detachment to the brutishly loud sounds of reality. It feels wrong, but when Anakin says your name again, everything feels okay again. You look into his eyes and the world falls away and it’s just the two of you, the way it should be.

“It’s almost over,” he whispers to you. You don’t know why him saying this makes you want to cry. He sees the water pooling up in your eyes, and rests his forehead against your own like it’ll shield you from everything. “We’ll get through this,” he promises. “You and me, the way it always has been.”

“And always will be,” you sniffle, not bothering to hold back the weak smile that spreads across your face when he uses the Force to wrap an invisible blanket of light, warm pressure around you. He’s holding you, in front of everyone, but still respecting your wishes and not making a spectacle of the both of you. You’re sure nothing escapes Padme’s eyes, but you’re grateful to have Anakin by your side. You always are.

Once the ship completes its jump to lightspeed, Padme quickly falls asleep in her seat, slumping onto your lap as you lean your head on Anakin’s shoulder.

“Thanks for calming me down,” you murmur, quiet as to not awaken the Senator.

“What are best friends for?” He jokes, kissing the top of your head before resting his own head on top of yours again.

The two of you sit in silence, and you watch the cyclic rise and fall of his chest with each breath he takes.

“Sometimes I wish the Order hadn’t taken me when I was a kid,” you confess to Anakin. He nods in understanding and you feel seen, despite the shame that burrows in you at your admission. “It’s been worse than usual recently. I’ve been getting just these flashes of memory, where there was once nothing, and I was loved, Anakin.” Your voice breaks ever so slightly and you cough to cover it, but it doesn’t escape your best friend. He knows you too well for that.

“You’re still loved.” He says it so quietly you almost think you imagined it, but you know better.

“I know.” You can’t say anything in response to him other than this. It’s far too dangerous, for the both of you. Because you love him more than you should and it sits between you, puts the two of you in your own little space while putting miles between you both, even when you’re sitting so closely that you can hear his heartbeat.

“I think we’re close,” you say, sitting up suddenly. It’s too much, being this close to him. Anakin scoffs from beside you and you know he knows the truth behind your action, the pretense of time rendered useless because your thoughts betray you.

He leans away from you. You wish that hurt you less.

~~~

Lake Country is beautiful. It hadn’t taken you long to get here, after your short but mortifyingly awkward meeting with the government of Naboo. When the attendants at the palace unload the luggage and Padme has walked out of earshot, you tug on Anakin’s sleeve.

“You mustn’t be so arrogant, Anakin,” you hiss at him. He rolls his eyes, but you continue. “She was right, you know. We’re still padawans. There was no need to argue like that, it just makes us look unprofessional.”

“But I was right too! We’re in charge of her security. She should’ve told us that she wanted to come here and why so that we could make sure it was safe. If anything happens to her, it’s on us, so you’ll have to forgive me for actually wanting her to be safe.”

“Oh, don’t give me that. You got arrogant and jumped in when you shouldn’t have. Yes, she should’ve told us her plans, but you need to control your temper and have some humility.”

“Fine!” Anakin stomps off towards Padme, leaving you alone in the boat. You sigh and follow slowly, admiring the beauty of your surroundings. This, too, was love. The purest form of it, you’d argue. You’re there, in the moment, a witness to the beauty that nature holds. Not wanting to change any of it, knowing that change is inevitable and the version that exists now will remain true in your heart forever. This is what the Jedi rely on, and want to protect.

You blink, and the magic ends. The beauty remains, but the swell of your heart in response to it has subsided. You continue up the stairs only to find Anakin stroking the Senator’s back.

It’s a disaster you can’t look away from. Padme falls to the intimacy of Anakin’s touch, turning her head towards him to capture his lips with her own. He’s kissing her, and in your mind you see him kissing you, and it’s too much and too little all at once.

Anger, jealousy, and envy burst inside you, and you can feel your hands shaking in rage. You’re furious. Furious at him, for kissing Padme because you said he couldn’t love you. Furious at Padme, even though it is no fault of hers for kissing what you view as yours. But most of all, you’re furious at yourself. You’ve given Anakin Skywalker far too much power over you and because of your love, your conscious strays from the Light side into the Dark. You’ve never felt such jealousy, and because of it, the Force thrums harder within you. The power your anger fuels you with is seductive, but you fight to destroy it before it destroys you.

“Senator Amidala,” you bite out sharply, and she steps back from Anakin with a gasp. “I’d appreciate it if you could show us to our chambers. Do keep in mind that we need to be close to you, in case of emergency. If you have any rooms connected to your own, that is best.”

“Yes, of course,” she says, flustered. You don’t spare Anakin even a single glance as you follow her through the palace.

~~~

You spent the rest of the day in meditation, trying desperately to suppress the feelings that Anakin had elicited in you. The day had come to rest as you futilely attempted to regain your sense of control. The room is bathed in the golden glow of the sunset reflected off of the lake and you almost feel a sense of warmth inside you, but the knocks on the door startle you from your calm.

“It’s time for dinner, y/n,” Anakin says. His voice is muffled through the door, but you can’t stop the sadness that fills you at his voice.

“I’ll take my dinner in here,” you respond. When you hear his footsteps head away from the door, you prop your knees upwards and draw them in towards you, encircling them in your arms before resting your forehead on your knees. You feel like you can breathe now, saturated in your sadness but shielded from the world.

You wish you hadn’t kissed him. It changed everything. Now that you knew there was an undercurrent of desire running between the two of you, every interaction became charged with undeniable tension. You found yourself unable to stop yourself from looking at his lips, staring at him for a little too long. And you pushed him right into Padme’s arms because that was the only place he’d known to put his love before you. As long as he didn’t fall in love with her, you were powerless to say anything, and he could flirt with her as much as he wanted right in front of you.

You light candles in the room as the daylight fades and you return to your meditation, ignoring the pang of hunger because you’re just not ready to face Anakin yet. You know you’ll have to when he comes for bed, but all the meditation in the world couldn’t prepare you enough to see him without shattering.

The wood of the doors creaks when Anakin opens and enters, carrying a plate of sliced fruits. The candlelight makes his shadow grow when he walks, making him seem larger than life. Commanding. The flicker of the light makes his shadows shift and run across the room dows dance before he comes to rest in front of you, leaning down to put the fruits down and sitting cross legged.

“Should you have left the Senator alone?” you ask, studying his face quietly.

“I’ve programmed R2 to be able to detect any motion that isn’t the Senator or our’s. By now, the servants are in their bed chambers, so if there’s anything, even something small like in Coruscant.”

“Sometimes I forget how smart you are,” you sigh, and reach forward for the plate. You’re famished, and even though the situation between you and Anakin is tense, it warms you inside to know that he cares for you enough to make sure you eat dinner.

“I’m sorry I kissed Padme,” Anakin admits to you. You pause, still chewing on the fruit inside your mouth, before swallowing harshly.

“Why?” You whisper. You’re glad he regrets it, the possessive side of you rearing its ugly head, but you wish you didn’t want to know why. You wish you could leave it as mere regret at falling prey to his desires, but it’s more than that.

“Because I don’t want to kiss her, I want to kiss you.”

“Can I ask you why you did it then?” You ask. Thinking about it only rubs salt into your wounds, but you can’t let it go. You need to understand why he kissed her.

“It’s not like how it is with you. I kissed you and thought of you. I kissed her and thought of you. I wanted to get over you with her, love you less by deflecting it to her, but I see now that it doesn’t work like that. The pain of loving you is easier than the pain of hurting you.”

“It didn’t hurt me. I’m fine,” you bite out. It’s a lie that you can both see through, but you turn your head to the side and feign interest in the glow of the candles.

“No, you’re not. You’re jealous. And Jedi can never be jealous, can they?” Anakin asks, standing up. He sweeps his hand across the room, and one by one, the candles you’d so meticulously lit earlier in the evening go out, until there remains just one providing its feeble light to the chamber.

“Has the Dark side corrupted you, my love?” He asks. His face glows in the dim light, heavy with the weight of your love, and he moves until he’s standing before you. His thumb sweeps against the skin of your cheek, and you find yourself leaning your face further into his hand. He smirks and withdraws his hand, and you have to fight back the desperate noise that bubbles up in the back of your throat. A light pressure pushes you up from your seated position on the floor until you’re kneeling before him, staring up at him as he slides his thumb into your mouth.

Say my name. You hear him in your head but he’s silent, fingers still pressed into your jaw and imprinting themselves on your lips. He increases the force of his thumb on your lip at your silence. “Anakin,” you breathe out. Quiet. A prayer on your lips.

“No,” he whispers. “How could my name on your lips ever be anything but Light?” He waves his hand and your outermost robes slide off of you, and you’re left only in your tunic. You hold his stare, unwavering, despite the vulnerability you feel. There’s something that makes you feel heady and light at the sight of him fully clothed, despite your near nudity. You look up at him through your lashes and you can see in his eyes that he wants you just as badly as you want him.

He moves his hand again and the last candle goes out, its smoke dancing upwards in the pale moonlight of your chambers.

You can’t see him, but you can feel him. He circles you once, twice, claiming every part of you with his eyes.

“Give me just this night,” he whispers suddenly in your ear. His nose presses into your jawline as he kisses the skin at the top of your neck, tilting your head to better access the pulse point on your neck. His tongue trails along the marks he left last night, like he’s renewing his claim on you.

You nod weakly, but he wants more. “Use your words,” he says, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth.

“Only tonight,” you murmur, leaning your head back onto his shoulder as he continues to make his way down your neck. His big warm hands come to rest on your waist before bunching the fabric of your tunic and tugging it off of you. You gasp when the cold air hits your skin, replaced by the sensation of his fingers trailing up your skin. He palms roughly at your breasts, and you gasp quietly.

Anakin spreads your knees with his hands, resting you against him so that you can feel the front of his robes press into your bare skin. He knows just how to weaken you, his hands hovering above your inner thighs and skimming up their length until they meet at the apex between your thighs.

And then Anakin pauses. You can feel his eyes on your naked form, observing every faint tremor running through your body as your arousal grows. It’s getting harder to breathe. He flips you quickly, spinning you around so you’re facing him and lowering your back until it meets the floor. His lips meet yours in quiet moonlight, your desperate whines swallowed into his mouth and meeting his hungry moans. The force of his lips against yours is tidal, unlike the sweet gentleness of yesterday— Anakin knows he’s going to lose you now, and he’s taking in as much of you as he can with every movement against your lips. He pulls away just slightly, panting against your open mouth as his hand snakes down to cup your slick cunt and grinding his palm against it.

“So needy, my love,” he murmurs quietly. You can feel the calluses on his palm brushing against your slit.

“Want you, Ani,” you gasp. He slides two slim digits into you, never breaking his gaze on your face as his fingers work in and out of you. You feel exposed, vulnerable, but hold no shame as the brazen desire in Anakin’s eyes grows. He leans forward to kiss your face softly, avoiding only your lips as you subdue your moans.

You’re stretched out around Anakin’s fingers, and every pulse into you pushes the pads of his fingertips against your velvet walls. The way he’s looking at you, touching you, feels like worship. He brings his thumb to circle your clit, with just enough pressure to make you desperate for more without giving you more.

“Do you see the madness you drive me to?” He asks, nuzzling your jaw. You can’t help but whimper, part of you wishing that you’d never been together in the first place, the other part addicted to Anakin. The duality is dizzying.

Anakin unravels you underneath him. He looks deep into your dark eyes, into your tired soul, and sees the vulnerabilities in your strength. He sees how to draw the truth out from you, and the rush of power he gets from it makes his head swim. But he loves and respects you far too much to play mind games with you.

“Submit to me, my love,” Anakin says. You bow your head as he withdraws his fingers from you and begins to undress himself, allowing yourself to catch your breath again.

“I don’t know how to love you in moderation,” you say when his tip pushes just into you, resting just slightly past your muscles as your cunt clenches around his girth. Your confession hangs in the air before it is lost by the thrust of Anakin’s hips that makes his hip bones meet your pelvis. His hands grab at your hips roughly, suspending your lower body in the air as he begins to rock into you. At each thrust into you, a flame sparks into life from candles scattered through the room. They follow your building tension as Anakin pushes you up the slope of pleasure.

He believes in the sanctity of skin. The bareness of your tangled forms as you make love allows him to see the Light of the Force truly, a revelation of holiness found within you. Anakin doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this, enough of you pressed so tightly against him that where he ends, you begin. You’re his beginnings. You’re his future.

Anakin’s movements are slow, planned, withdrawing his length until he’s just teasing your opening before slamming back into you with such force that you can almost feel the energy of your bodies’ motions intertwining with the Force flowing around you. He pushes deeper still, using his thumb to trace circles onto your clit as he pounds into you. Your moans threaten to crescendo, and you bring your hand to your mouth to attempt to muffle the sounds, but Anakin’s fingers tug at your wrist to draw your hand away.

“Afraid the Senator will hear you, my love?” He asks, snapping his hips into yours and driving his cock further and more forcefully than he had before. You cry out, unashamed, clenching around his length as he continues to fuck you ceaselessly. Here, sprawled out on the floor, there is nothing for you to grab on to, and you blindly throw your arms upwards to him and dig your nails into his shoulder, torso, leaving red claw marks against his body. Mine. You’re mine.

As your orgasm draws nearer, your body unconsciously directs the energy Anakin fucks into you by harnessing the Force, and you only vaguely register your hands clenching and lit candles inching into the air.

Drip.

A bead of melted wax drips off of the candle and hits the floor in unison with the slap of Anakin’s skin meeting yours.

Drip.

You reach up and tug his blond braid, cradling his face with your hand. Your skin looks pretty, you think, contrasted just perfectly against his paler tones.

Drip.

You submit completely to him. Your legs lock around his waist and draw him in deeper to you, any cautions abandoned as you choose to seek pleasure in your love. Damn the hurt.

“I love you,” he says breathlessly. Promising.

“I love you too.” Surrendering.

Anakin leans down and kisses you softly, bringing you to the edge as his own climax nears. The both of you finish simultaneously, stars bursting behind your eyelids as your cunt convulses around his own throbbing length. Then you feel something in your stomach drop as your body registers the disturbance in the Force before your mind does. Anakin falls forwards into your embrace and time is frozen as you both soak in the last moments of skin against skin, but it’s tainted by the wrongness that staccatos through the Force.

He feels it too, because Anakin’s body tenses up in your arms. Anakin’s always been more Force sensitive than you, and whenever there’s a disturbance in the Force, it always affects him more than it does you. Oftentimes, it’s a storm you simply have to wait out, usually the result of a Jedi who’s passed away on a mission, one who you usually aren’t too familiar with. There’s a rhythm the two of you fall into in times like this, intricate and intimate and the result of only a friendship spanning over a decade.

You harness the Force to lightly pull him away from your body and float him over to the bed, where he lays nude, shivering. You’re quick to dress him, kissing his forehead as he’s rendered frozen by the sheer impact of the disturbance, and you begin to grow worried when he curls up into himself. You run your fingers down his braid as an attempt to soothe him, which usually works, but he’s unresponsive to that too. So you simply dress him and yourself before extracting a bit of your own Light to wrap him in, hoping to help Anakin as he braves through it all.

“You’re not alone,” you say quietly, kissing his temple as he lays still. Your honesty is temporary, because you’d only promised one night. One night was all you could afford before it would jeopardize your future, but more importantly, jeopardize Anakin’s progress as the Chosen One. You needed to protect him for everyone else’s sake.

But Anakin only grows worse as the minutes pass. The unease builds in your stomach, both at Anakin’s persisting state and the increasing disturbance in the Force. This isn’t something far removed, this is personal. But you’re not advanced enough to determine what it is and Anakin’s too delirious in his state to be able to tell you, so all you can do is hold him close to you and whisper reassurances in his ears.

The roar of a ship and the bright flashes of its jets permeate through the windows from the outside, and you let go of Anakin, startled, and the disturbance you feel bursts sharply before quieting down. You realize dimly that it’s Obi-Wan and you’ve let go of Anakin before you realize it, running through the castle with fear nipping at your heels. Outside, rain begins to fall, heavy and foreboding and echoing loudly through the castle as it hits the windows. Obi-Wan pounds at the doors of the palace, slowly but forcefully and you all but run right into the doors in your haste to let him in.

“Obi-Wan!” You gasp when he falls through the doors at your feet, tunic and robes stained with the faint maroon of blood.

“Padawan,” he grunts, attempting to push himself upwards when you force him back down to the floor with a single hand.

“Obi-Wan, you’re hurt,” you cry out, quickly stripping him of the robes to inspect the source of his wounds. A single blast wound reveals itself when you tug his tunic upwards, the smell of burnt skin making bile rise up in your throat as the wound’s singed edges continue to force Obi-Wan into further agony.

“What happened?” you ask, frenzied, hands moving erratically over Obi-Wan’s wounds as you try desperately to calm yourself down enough to heal him.

“I sent a distress signal around an hour or two ago. I was trying to track down the bounty hunter when things went sideways on Kamino, and I requested backup from one of you to come, but I’m afraid the signal went unreceived.” Obi-Wan’s words send a bolt of regret through your spine when you realize that the reason that his signal went unreceived was because of your love for Anakin allowing you to neglect all parts of your responsibilities as a Jedi. Obi-Wan’s injury and the pain he was undergoing was because of you. It was yours and Anakin’s fault, and that realization forces tears into your eyes and presses into your nose as guilt permeates every part of your body.

“I’m sorry, Master,” you sniffle, allowing the tears to fall from your eyes as your hands remain over his wound, quickly patching up and rewiring the injury that Obi-Wan had sustained thanks to your negligence.

Your love for Anakin had caused this. Your love for Anakin had caused destruction and pain. There was no Light to be found here, only pain. Only hurt.

Obi-Wan’s wounds are almost healed when Anakin comes stumbling in the darkness towards you, clumsy footsteps loud in the halls of the palace. He doesn’t even see Obi-Wan as he seeks you out, drawing you upwards into his embrace as Obi-Wan watched it unfold.

“My love, I think the disturbance is gone,” he says, turning your face to him and pressing a kiss on your lips as you freeze. Obi-Wan clears his throat loudly from behind you, and only then does Anakin realize that the two of you are not alone. He breaks apart from you and stands still before the scrutiny of the older Jedi. Your Master’s eyes flit between the two of you and all he does is sigh, with a disappointment you never thought you’d feel directed towards you. You know instantly that he understands exactly the poisoned love that’s taken root between you and Anakin, because how could he not?

“I trusted you,” Obi-Wan says sadly. And that’s all he needs to say to break your heart, because you fall to your knees wordlessly as his faith in you crumbles.

“I’m sorry, Master,” Anakin says, but you don’t really hear him. You’re sure he understands by now that your combined selfishness had put Obi-Wan in harm's way, and soured your relationship by turning it into the one thing he swore it would never become.

You’re clutching at Obi-Wan’s robes as he stares deep into your soul, because you’ve betrayed your master. Time and time again, Obi-Wan has made it clear how important it is that Anakin stays on the path of the Light, because Anakin is the Chosen One. Not you, nor him. And it was supposed to be your duty to stop him from straying. Instead, you became the reason he strayed, the reason he adopted possessiveness over the purity of the Jedi Faith.

You’ve corrupted Anakin Skywalker. Weakened him. You’ve jeopardized the fate of the universe thanks to your selfishness.

But the worst part is that Obi-Wan looks at you differently now. Blankly, untrusting, walls up. Like he hadn’t raised you from your childhood, bandaged your wounds and guided you through countless missions. And you realize you’ve lost him, lost Anakin, lost the chance to truly belong as a Jedi. Because it’s different for you than it is for Anakin, which is something you’ve always known, even if only vaguely.

You’re not as important.

And it’s not fair, but you’re left with no choice, your last act of sacrifice before you are forced to abandon the Jedi path entirely to let go of Anakin and allow him to be the good that you can never be.

“Anakin, go to your quarters. I must discuss something with my padawan.” Anakin steps backwards, still facing you, unable to look away from your form because he doesn’t want to remember you like this, broken down and weary, but he’s never going to see you again, and nothing will change that. This is the last time he’ll see you, and a part of him is lost forever knowing this. Obi-Wan knows. Anakin doesn’t have the power to change your outcome and all he can do is watch as you lose everything right before his eyes.

Obi-Wan turns away from you and it takes everything in your power to not fall to his feet and beg for forgiveness. You’d do it in a heartbeat if you thought it would change a thing, but the only result would be Obi-Wan losing even more of his respect for you. He says your name softly before getting up, looking at you one last time with pity.

“You are to take the ship I used to get here to Coruscant, to the Jedi Temple, where Master Windu will be waiting for you to turn in your lightsaber. From then, he will assist you in settling into a life outside of the Jedi Order.” You cry out at his words, and Obi-Wan fights back his own tears as he restrains from clutching your hands and comforting you the way he’s done a thousand times before. Then he lifts your limp body from the floor, wracked with sobs, before placing you gently on the cold ground outside the palace and closing the doors quietly.

“Don’t leave me,” you beg, quietly at first, but as the desperate mantra falls over and over again from your lips, it turns into screams of pain. You bring your fists to the door, banging over and over again, but to no avail. Your cries are silenced as the rain sticks your hair to your skin and you stumble over your feet as you try to make your way to the ship, collapsing just at the base of the ship as your loss finds its home in your bones.

And you are left with nothing but the weight of your grief.

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firstofficerwiggles · 6 months

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His Mark

Pairing: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x afab reader (no feminine pronouns/terms used)

Rating: M/E, 18+ only

Word count: ~3800

Warnings: Jealous Sith Obi-Wan (he has zero chill), he calls you ‘sweetheart’, smut, explicit descriptions of sex (oral and p in v), reader has a vagina and a clit, Obi-Wan carries reader (he can regardless of their size because he has the Force and is also very strong - our man works out)

Notes: This is dedicated to my friend @kavecika who greatly inspired this idea. The character of Lucas is very loosely related to one of her OCs, although I definitely did him dirty here (but he knows I love the real him).

Looking in the mirror, you try to adjust your uniform collar higher to hide the sizable hickey on your neck. Your friend with benefits had been particularly enthusiastic when you hooked up on Saturday night, and you’d been into it, if only to chase pressing thoughts of your boss, Lord Kenobi from your mind. You sigh. Lord Kenobi is sure to notice the mark, the man notices everything, but you wonder if he’ll bother to comment on it.

“Why do I even care what he thinks?” you ask yourself.

But you know exactly why. The two of you have been doing your own hooking up around his office for a couple months now. He’s kept it to a fun, no-strings-attached office affair. There’s no feelings involved, no seeing each other outside of work, hell, sometimes he doesn’t even kiss you. At first you were simply giddy with excitement to receive such attention from him along with the most incredible orgasms of your life. Lately though you’ve found yourself wishing you could be more to him. But how are you supposed to have that conversation with a Sith Lord and your boss no less?

“Excuse me, sir, but would you consider being my boyfriend?” you say out loud to yourself and then cringe at how awful it sounds. Yeah, best to keep these thoughts inside.

This was why you had jumped at the invitation to attend Lucas’ birthday party. You and he had been in the with-benefits situation for a while now. It was light and easy, and for a little while on Saturday you’d managed to forget your handsome boss with his piercing golden eyes and literal magic hands. You shake your head, and then grab your stuff for work, heading out before you’re late.

Lord Kenobi stares at the mark on your neck, peeking out at him from the stiff collar of your jacket. It’s like a caution light to him, a warning that someone else has been there. He knows it’s a lovemark, it has to be. And it irks him. He sighs. You’re becoming a bit of an issue for him. When he chose you for his assistant, he knew he’d have you bent over his desk in days. Yet as much fun as he’s had with you all over his office, you’re entirely too desirable, too fuckable, and much too damn important to him than he wants to admit. It’s why he’s kept you at arms’ length, a nice fuck but nothing serious. He doesn’t do “serious”. Being serious about someone leads to a loss of power, and before you know it you’re pussy whipped, like Anakin. He shudders at the thought. He tells himself he doesn’t care that you see people other than him, until the evidence of that is staring him in the face. He sighs again as he watches you go over to the caf machine. His feet follow you of their own accord.

“So, pleasant weekend, my dear?” he asks lightly.

“Ah yes, thank you, I went to a party,” you respond, then add, “I hope you had a pleasant weekend too?”

“It was dull,” he replies with a shrug, “Definitely not as pleasurable as yours.” His eyes flick to your neck.

You laugh lightly, "Yeah, it was an entertaining party."

"I like parties," he replies with a tip of his head.

"Maybe I should invite you to come with me next time," you're half-joking.

"I'd like that. I'd like to meet your friends," he says, his tone showing interest.

His fingers brush over the bruise on your neck, "I'd be interested to meet the friend who left this. Is he a close friend? A boyfriend?"

"No, I- I mean he's close enough, but I don't see him that often, definitely not my boyfriend," you stumble out a reply.

"Bold of him to mark up what isn't his," he states, as he stares into your eyes and leans closer.

"No, not his," you echo. Your skin feels heated where he touches you, you'd swear he was about to kiss you.

"Lord Kenobi, I need your attention on this mission plan," Commander Rampart bursts into the office, and the moment evaporates.

Later, back at your desk you catch sight of your reflection in your comm pad and the bruise is gone. Lord Kenobi healed it.

Even with the mark erased, Kenobi can still see it there on your perfect neck. His stomach churns with what feels like Mustafarian lava the more he thinks of you with another man. He spends the day imagining you in other men’s arms, in a variety of positions, each one more salacious than the next. It has him half hard and yet seething all day. He snaps at everyone except you. He choked Rampart for bursting into his office unannounced, threw a cadet across the room just for coughing during a meeting, and even made a squadron of purge troopers clean the refreshers in his building because he wasn’t satisfied with their mission report. He can’t have this, it needs remedying immediately.

“Do you have any plans this evening, sweetheart?” Kenobi’s smooth and civilized voice inquires as you’re putting things away for the day.

You look up in surprise at his calm demeanor. He’s been an absolute bear all day and you’ve done all you can to be quiet and industrious so he doesn’t take his anger out on you too.

“No, I’m not doing anything,” you reply at a loss to why he could be asking.

“Excellent, in that case you’re free to accompany me tonight,” he states, summoning your coat with his powers and holding it out for you.

Your heart leaps in your chest. You don’t dare refuse him, and honestly you’re excited about the possibility that he wants to see you away from the office. He tells you nothing about your destination as his driver whisks you across the skies of Coruscant. Instead he makes pleasant chatter with you, gossiping about various admirals and sharing little tidbits to make you laugh. He’s the epitome of a charming gentleman, the opposite of the moody grump he’s been all day.

When the speeder stops you can see that he’s taken you to his posh apartment, with the gorgeous view of the city. You've been here before for various administrative reasons but you've never been invited in as a guest.

He settles you on the couch overlooking that twinkling view and he hands you a delicious glass of wine. He sits next to you, relaxed,

"Tell me how he fucked you."

You nearly spit out the wine.

"What?"

"Tell me how he fucked you, your friend from the party, I want to know." His tone is even, but there’s a demand in his words, “Start at the beginning, whose idea was it?”

“I- um… he suggested it and I thought, why not? It was a party and well, it- it wasn’t anything all that exciting,” you reply, your face burning as you stumble over your words.

“He clearly thought it was exciting enough to bite you,” he retorts dryly, “What position were you in?”

His golden eyes bore into yours and clearly you’re not getting out of this conversation easily.

“I was on top, he was sitting up in bed, his back against the headboard,” you tell him, wondering if that’s enough detail.

“He made you do the work, hmm? Did he at least thrust up into you while you were riding him? Maybe use his fingers on your clit?” Kenobi inquires, apparently he wants to hear even more.

“No, he didn’t thrust really, I was just grinding and bouncing on him,” you report, “And his hands were on my chest the whole time… he did play with my nipples though.”

“Rather lazy on his part,” Kenobi remarks, “Did you at least cum?”

“I- I did,” you admit, you feel like you’re going to combust with the way he’s staring at you right now.

“What’s his name?” he asks, his eyes narrowing.

“Lucas,” you reply, conveniently leaving out his surname.

“And did you shout, ‘Lucas! I’m cumming for you!’ or something similar?” Lord Kenobi sounds angry again.

You shake your head no, “No, no, to be honest I didn’t make much sound, I didn’t really want the other people there to hear.”

“Where did he cum?” he grinds out, a vein in his forehead has started to throb.

“On my stomach, I moved off him after my orgasm,” you explain, and you can see him relax at that answer.

He takes a sip of his wine, lowers his shoulders and looks visibly calmer.

“Do you have plans to see Lucas again?”

“No, we didn’t make any plans, no,” you reply, again shaking your head for emphasis.

“Good, I don’t want you to see him again,” he states, his voice is deep, rather husky, “I don’t want you to see any other man.”

“You don’t?” you ask weakly, his response to this whole thing has been beyond your imaginings.

“No. I want to be the man in your life, the only man in your life,” he declares.

You breathe in sharply at his confession, and then you look at him, considering his remark.

“Will I be the only one in your life? Because that’s what I want. I don’t just want to be your office affair, I need more than that,” you tell him, your cards on the table now, your voice as steady as you can make it when making such a demand of a Sith Lord.

“Yes, I’ll be faithful to you. You have my word,” he agrees, his eyes glowing intensely, “And I also want this to go beyond the office, I think everyone should see that you’re mine.”

“I believe you,” you reply, your heart pounding at the emphasis he placed on the word ‘mine’.

“Good. And now, sweetheart, I think it’s time I fucked you the way you deserve to be fucked.”

You barely have time to set down your wine glass before he’s tugging you to your feet and pulling you close. His mouth claims yours, hungry and passionate, kissing you as though he’s been dying to do so for weeks. You return his kiss, trying to match his passion, your hands gripping his strong shoulders.

Kenobi sweeps you into his arms, carrying you to his bedroom but never breaking your kiss on the way. When he gets you there, he tosses you on the bed and climbs on top of you. He tears open your uniform jacket, baring your neck better and then he pins your hands down with his. His mouth descends on you, kissing a path from your lips down the column of your neck until he reaches the point where Lucas’ mark was.

“My sweetheart,” he intones, before biting and sucking on your neck.

The feeling is exquisite, a blend of pain and pleasure combined with the knowledge of his desire to possess you. It’s a heady intoxication that makes you moan his name,

“Lord Kenobi…”

He lifts his head a moment, “Call me by my first name, Obi-Wan,” he tells you, his voice raspy with need.

“Obi-Wan,” you moan for him, delighting in the way his name sounds in your voice.

His response is a lusty growl followed by another sharp bite to your tender skin. He is determined to mark you up so that everyone will see that you are claimed. His hands get involved too, yanking at your uniform and exposing more of your skin. With each patch that is revealed, he kisses, bites, and sucks at you. When he gets to your underpants, he uses his teeth to bite the waistband and then he tugs them down and off you.

His large hands push your legs open wide as he looks between them, licking his lips.

“Lucas didn’t eat you out, did he?” Obi-Wan asks.

“N-no, that’s not really his thing,” you admit, still rather embarrassed to be giving him all these details.

“The man is an idiot,” he mutters, “Didn’t fully appreciate this treasure.”

His fingers reach out to trace through your wetness, too light for any type of relief but enough to get his fingers coated in you. You watch as he brings those fingers to his mouth, his tongue laving over them as he hums in satisfaction.

“Even better direct from the source,” you breathe, opening your legs wider for him.

He gives you his cockiest smile, “Let’s see, shall we?”

You expect him to dive right in with the hungry look he’s giving you, but instead he kisses the sensitive skin of your thighs. You squirm in anticipation of his touch where you really want it and then moan in surprise as he bites your inner thigh. Apparently the man isn’t done making his mark on your body. He gives you a second love bite on your other thigh, giving it a strong suck and then soothing it with his tongue. You are whimpering now, just desperate to feel him touch you.

“Please, Obi-Wan, please, I need- oooh!” you beg him shamelessly until he bites you again, harder.

“Be patient, sweetheart, let me enjoy what’s mine,” he admonishes you. His eyes positively glow at you as his lips ghost over the marks he’s just made. It’s maddeningly close to where you want him, but still too far. He pauses to look at you, quivering for him.

“So gorgeous for me,” he murmurs before finally licking through your core with intention.

You whimper in relief and he smiles into your skin. His tongue draws a path from the very bottom of your slit to the top of your sensitive clit. Lapping at you, his tongue spells out his name across the little pleasure pearl.

“Oh, yes, Obi-Wan, right there,” you gasp out his name in delight.

His tongue is magical on your body and the way he moves it has you writhing for him in no time at all. You can feel a tingling sensation on your nipples, and you know he’s using the Force to stimulate you there too. Always one to do things to the fullest, Obi-Wan adds his fingers inside you, crooking them exactly right to find that soft, spongy place that makes you gush around him. Your own fingers plunge into his silky hair at the combined sensations, you grip the golden copper strands as he works you into a tightly wound ball of desire.

He loves the way you tug on his hair, the little sounds you make for him, how incredibly wet you are for him, the way you can’t keep still, all of it is because of him and what he can do to you. He is confident no other man can make you feel the way he can, he can do things no other man has ever done to you, and he intends to keep showing you until his is the only name on your lips.

You tremble violently as Obi-Wan’s mouth, fingers, and magic bring you to your breaking point. You shout his name as every muscle in your body tenses before you explode in white hot pleasure. You feel as if you have become molten metal, melting into his bed from what he’s done to you.

He takes a moment to appreciate the way he’s ruined you already. His tongue licks up more of your slick and he enjoys feeling you shiver at the sensation. He stands up and quickly removes his clothing, for once not caring where his usually pristine uniform falls as he tosses it away.

You lie there panting as you feel him watching you. Then he returns to the bed, peppering little kisses across your skin as he crawls up to lie beside you. He looms over your spent form, dipping his head to kiss you. His tongue swipes over yours and you can taste your own release. He’s never done anything so intimate before, and it makes your heart pang with emotion.

Obi-Wan is throbbing with the need to be inside you. He presses himself into your soft skin, happy that you automatically spread your legs for him, making room for him where he belongs. He shifts his hips so that his cock can rub through your wetness,

“Do you feel how hard I get for you, sweetheart? Can you see how crazy you make me?” he breathes in your ear.

You moan in response, a combination of sounds that appear to be the word please.

It’s another boost to his ego that he’s already got you so desperate for him. He lines up his cock with your entrance and pushes in with one fluid stroke. He holds himself there for a moment, giving you a chance to adjust. He looks down at you beneath him, your gorgeous face is full of desire for him. He drops his head down to capture your mouth with his. He kisses you torridly, his tongue deep inside your mouth as he takes all of you.

You sigh into his mouth, blown away by the sheer ardor and tenderness of the moment. Once he’s inside you, he’s usually off to a fast pace, pounding away at you. This time though he appears to be savoring the moment, enjoying every part of possessing you. Your hands stroke over his skin gently, memorizing how he feels like this, searing the sensation into your heart.

Obi-Wan wants to show you how good he can fuck you, that he can bring you to heights you’ve only dreamed of reaching. He wants to make you forget about all your other lovers. He breaks the kiss as he begins rolling his hips. He feels himself drag out of you slowly before pushing back into your velvet heat. It’s always a tight fit with you, and he loves how you clench hard around his cock each time as you can feel him pulling out.

“Sweetheart, feel how much your body hugs me, how it craves me, trying to keep me inside you, it knows you belong to me,” he drawls.

“Yes, Obi-Wan, yes, I’m yours… all for you… all I want is you,” you promise him between gasps as he thrusts harder, your words driving him on.

Your hands grip and massage his powerful shoulders and strong arms. You touch his chest, his sides, anywhere your hands can reach. You’re trying to tell him without words how desirable you find him.

The way you’re touching him is so tender, so sensual, it turns him on even more. You’ve never been this tactile during sex before, and he realizes it’s usually because he has you in a position where you can’t touch him like this. Or perhaps it’s because you never felt that you were allowed to touch him like this.

“Your hands feel so good on me, sweetheart,” he praises you, “You know I’m yours just as you are mine.”

Hearing him say that he is yours, lights a fire within you. You move your legs up higher on his body, squeezing tighter around his waist. It gives you more freedom to move. You rock your hips with his, moving in counterpoint to his thrusts, gasping from how good it feels.

“Mine… my Sith Lord… my Obi-Wan,” you moan out, looking right into his eyes as you stake your claim on him.

His eyes flash with your words and he crushes his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. When he lifts his head, his thrusts speed up and he looks deep into your soul as he demands,

“Say it again.”

“Mine… all mine… and I’m yours… yours.”

It’s getting harder to speak now, his cock is driving all coherent thoughts from your mind. All you can do is feel. You feel his breath, hot on your skin, followed by his mouth, kissing and biting at your neck again, then his hands shifting your hips higher, his cock, going even deeper and brushing up against the sharpest pleasure inside you and the incredible sensations of his use of the Force, making your entire being shiver with desire. You arch your back and throw your head into his pillows. Your voice is practically singing his name from the thrill of being so utterly claimed by him. You feel incredible as his power overtakes you, the pleasure spreads from your core to your entire body. It’s as if you are enveloped by a warm golden light that grows brighter and brighter until it consumes you completely and you explode in thousands of points of sparkling light.

Obi-Wan feels your climax both on his cock and through the Force. He welcomes your energy, allows it to blend with his. It brings him a profound sense of pleasure that he feels deep within his being. He feels euphoric as his body reaches his release. This time he doesn’t pull out of you the way he always has in the past but instead, he allows himself to cum deep inside you. The feeling is so sublime he moans your name even louder than before.

You hug your Sith lover to your body, you feel more connected to him than ever before, especially when he doesn’t immediately pull away from you. Instead he kisses you, pressing your body into his bed, your name on his lips between kisses and his hands caressing you with a softness that you didn’t know he possessed.

Obi-Wan manages to roll you both to your sides, and he wraps his arms around you. He basks in the afterglow of absolutely fantastic sex. He looks at you with a sense of pride. You look positively boneless, so blissed out and smiling from ear to ear. He tangles himself up in you, cuddling you to his chest until you both fall asleep.

The next morning, you’re getting ready in his obscenely large refresher, when he brings you a fresh uniform to wear. It’s different from your usual uniform, this one has a different jacket style with a v-neck. When you turn to check out your reflection in the mirror, you realize just how many love bites Obi-Wan gave you last night, none of which are even remotely covered by the new jacket.

He notices you tugging at your new uniform, “Problem, darling?”

“Well, um, this jacket doesn’t have as much height as my old one,” you reply, a touch embarrassed, “I’m not sure this look suits me?”

“I think it looks perfect on you,” he replies, not even bothering to hide his cocky smile, “Everything looks perfect on you today.”

Your face fills with heat as he comes up behind you, his hands coming around your waist, his lips at your neck.

“In fact, I think you should look like this every day. I’ll see to it, personally.”

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