Hereās a ficlet I wrote and posted on twitter for the pregnancy day of the past Stewjoni Biology Week organised by @deaddoveobikin š
Hope you enjoy some soft obikin with my beloved Preggy-Wan!
The war has finally come to an end, and the two generals can now indulge in some well deserved rest.
Or at least, they would if only Anakin did not let his oh-so passionate horniness enfold and - quite literally - fill his partner, whoās now expecting not one, but two babies.
Needless to say, despite the terrible timing, the splendid news is nothing but a breath of fresh air for the couple.
And so, days, weeks, and months go by between missions (and complaints from a certain overprotective boyfriend) - āNow, Anakin, enough with this nonsense. I am pregnant, not on the verge of death. I am perfectly capable of doing my duty, as always. Nothingās changed.ā
Little does Obi-Wan know, though, that a ratherā¦ big change is awaiting him indeed - and not simply metaphorically speaking. The more time passes, in fact, the larger and rounder the Jedi Master gets, engulfed in piles and piles of robes and cloaks, in a clumsy attempt to hide his growing belly.
There is no need, in truth, since everyone is well aware by now of the inextricable bond between the two Jedi - pregnancy and babies included. Yet, Obi-Wan seems not quite ready to be open about it, feeling ever more uncomfortable and insecure each passing day.
Alas, it is known that the stubborn Stewjoni old man has a habit of withdrawing behind a wall of apparent self-confidence and serenity - hard to tear down even for those closest to him. (Hard, yes, but not impossible. Especially for an equally stubborn partnerā¦)
And so it is that on a particularly warm night, Anakinās usual deep slumber slips away mere hours after its arrival, leaving him half awake in a surprisingly empty bed.
Rubbing his eyes, he looks around, struggling to see through the enveloping darkness, aided by the feeble and delicate light coming from the window - that very moonlight now gently caressing his belovedās beautiful features.
Obi-Wan doesnāt seem to have noticed the ardent look his mesmerised boyfriend is giving him. Rather, he stays still, sitting on the soft beanbag chair in the opposite corner of the room, his lovely grey-blue eyes fixed on an indefinite point.
Anakinās gaze, instead, canāt help but linger on the blessed view before him: Obi-Wanās glorious belly and breasts - only veiled by the lace bra Anakin gifted him for his birthday - shining in all their magnificence.
āAnakin! What are you doing up so late?ā The older Jedi breaks his lustful fantasies all of a sudden.
āWell, I could ask you the same thing.ā Anakin slowly approaches him, his eyes still fixed on his body. Heās about to make one of his usual naughty jokes, but he stops the second he notices Obi-Wanās uneasy look as he puts his hands on his belly, almost as if to cover it.
āHey, is everything okay? Seriously, why are you awake? Wait, are you all right? Do you feel sick or-ā
Obi-Wan gives him a tender smile. āIām fine, dear one. No need to worry. You should go to bed. Iāll join you in a moment.ā
But Anakin Skywalker is not one to easily surrender.
Thus, he hops on the beanbag as smoothly as possible, wrapping Obi-Wan from behind before the poor pregnant man has the time to realise what his pesky lover is doing.
āAnak-ā he instantly breathes out, only to relax mere seconds later as he feels Anakinās soft lips stroking his cheek.
āMaster, will you tell me what bothers you? Who do I need to punch?ā
āAnakin!ā The older man lets out a scandalised yet amused cry. āThere is absolutely no need. Truly.ā
āThen what is it? Whatās the problem?ā
Obi-Wan sighs, resigned - relieved, actually - to finally let it all out. āItās- Iām not quite sure. I donāt even know how to explain it. Everything is so new and I have thisā¦ constant feeling of being heavy and big andā¦ awkward. And-ā
He lowers his gaze, embarrassed. āOh dear. Now I feel incredibly foolish and ungrateful. Iām sorry, Anakin. This is all so disgraceful of me. I should only be happy and thankful for this wonderful gift the Force has blessed us with. I truly am. Please, forget what I said. Itās probably the hormones.
See? I told you you should go to sleep instead of listening to this old manās pathetic rambling.ā
Anakinās lips curve into a fond smile. āWell, the thing is that this old man also happens to be my beautiful boyfriend, who Iām very much in love with.ā
āEven thisā¦ big and round?ā Obi-Wanās oh-so tenderly surprised eyes turn towards him as Anakin canāt help but let out a soft chuckle.
āAre you kidding me?ā
āNo, Anakin, Iām not. I believe Iāve made it quite clear. Now, could you please be serious?ā
āSorry, sorry! I will, I promise. Itās just thatā¦ Itās so obvious to me.ā The younger Jedi smiles, his hands gently caressing his loverās belly. āOf course I love you. How could I not?
Obi-Wan, youāre beautiful. Youāre literally glowing! And yes, youāre soft and round... And I like you even more like this,ā Anakin whispers as his enchanted gaze falls on Obi-Wanās perfect body.
āI mean, I stare at you in front of everyone. I just canāt help it! I canāt stop looking at you.ā
āReally? When?ā
If he didnāt promise him to be serious, Anakin would surely chuckle again - because how can his Master be so maddeningly cute and oblivious?
āAll the time. Even Windu noticed it! And offered me his best scowl by the way, thank you very much,ā he huffs, pretending to be annoyed. ā āFocus, Skywalker!ā Well, itās a little bit hard when my boyfriend is so kriffing perfect!ā
āOh, dear one.ā Obi-Wanās voice is as soothing as a balm, his eyes ever so charming and loving.
āGreat, Iām blushing nowā¦ā Anakin murmurs, embarrassed, as he feels his cheeks burning furiously. āNow whoās the awkward one?ā
This time, itās Obi-Wanās turn to chuckle and show him his profound love. So he leans in slowly, and kisses him with that mix of passion and gentleness only he is capable of.
āThank you, my dear,ā Obi-Wan whispers right after, finally letting himself go to his safe haven.
āYou know Iām always here for you, my love. All three of you,ā Anakin says softly as he puts a gentle kiss on his loverās head.
And so they stay, their hands intertwined in one another on the perfectly round belly protecting the babies the two parents are so eager to meet.
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Friends With Benefits Miguel, who hates the idea of being so intimately close and mangle with such complicated, bothersome feelings of endearment and commitment. So he does everything in his power to make sure you both agree and condemn to the terms of his little agreement of just being fuck buddies.
Until he realizes that you finally had enough of having your heart and soul utterly shattered after every heated, emotionless fuck session.
Completely seethes at the sight of you ignoring his calls, turning your back on him when he needed you ā watches that brimming, refreshed smile on your face glimmer with such ease and contentment. As though nothing ever happened between the two of you.
Gives you a week to see if anything changes.
But nothing has. Not in the slightest.
He had hoped you would come back to him. Back into his big, strong arms and weighted, stocky body. To spill out your entirety to him in the most vulnerable state. To share your embracing, tender presence with him. To weigh in his own personal, salacious leisure.
His eyes would soften and shallow out with the sight of you finally being honestly happy. Watching you gradually move on without the beck and call of his desperation for a need of "stress relief" and last resort entanglement.
Breaks his heart to finally see you being completely happy and indubitably enthralled with someone that wasn't him. That could actually give you the love and adoration that you solely craved the most.
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