#anakin and obi-wan friendship
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kissing the homies goodnight
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The constant pervasive ideas about the Jedi, that they're repressed and bad at relationships and isolated from the world and its realities and stuck in their ways, is actually just... Anakin.
Like people looked at Anakin Skywalker and assumed that because he was the protagonist that the way he acted was somehow a symptom of the Jedi's teachings or upbringing instead of just... Anakin's personality?
Anakin is repressed, more than almost literally any other character in the entire franchise. Anakin chronically refuses to really acknowledge how he's feeling and pretends he ISN'T feeling it while multiple other people might be begging him to do the opposite.
Anakin is bad at relationships, he pressures Padme into a relationship by constantly ignoring her stated boundaries and disrespecting her. He complains about his OTHER relationships to Padme and Palpatine, particularly his relationship to Obi-Wan. He's awkward and overly melodramatic, incapable of truly expressing himself in a way that isn't immediately off-putting to normal people or being able to express his more positive feelings towards someone in a way they might recognize or accept.
Anakin isolates himself from the world and its realities, refusing to see nuance anywhere, and preferring to view things from an entirely black and white perspective, particularly in order to make himself out to be the hero of any situation (the Tuskens are animals, the Separatists are evil, the Jedi are evil, etc).
Anakin is stuck in his ways. Similar to the last point, Anakin refuses to accept that any way but his own could possibly work or be worth considering. He thinks he's extra special and therefore people like Obi-Wan have literally nothing to teach him of any worth. Anakin doesn't WANT to think differently about the Separatists even when Padme tells him otherwise. Anakin does things in a certain specific way and refuses to change even if it might be better to do so.
I dare someone to try to come up with an accusation made about the Jedi's culture and lifestyle that "needs to change" that isn't literally just ANAKIN'S personality flaws projected onto the Jedi at large.
Maybe the Jedi don't need to change at all and Anakin just as an unhealthy toxic personality that even the Jedi couldn't fix.
#jedi#star wars#this goes for obi-wan SPECIFICALLY too#like everyone looks at ANAKIN'S flaws and manages to project them onto obi-wan#obi-wan doesn't actually struggle with attachments#obi-wan does not actually think he's a bad jedi#obi-wan is not actually repressed at all and seems to know and understand himself quite well#obi-wan doesn't really seem to struggle in his relationships aside from with satine a little which is like 80% her fault anyway#between anakin and obi-wan only one of them appears to have any real successful friendships#not even just among the jedi either#he's clearly friends with bail and dex as well#anti anakin#anti anakin skywalker#anakin critical#anakin skywalker critical
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silly soulmate au where everyone has the first words their soulmate said to them on their body somewhere and anakin’s are “excuse me sir, your shoelaces are untied” so he walks around with his shoes untied as a way of trying to bait life into giving him his soulmate
But one day he’s like super done with it and cranky after a bad day and someone taps his shoulder while he’s waiting at a crosswalk and says “excuse me sir your shoelaces are untied” and anakin snaps “your shoelaces are untied”
and obi-wan “afraid to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known enough to be loved” kenobi says “I’m not wearing shoelaces” kinda flabbergasted because he’s spent like 30 years wearing untieable shoes so no one can ever tell him “your shoelaces are untied” only to be thwarted by a beautiful, aggressive soulmate of a stranger
#obikin#Kit’s silly lil AUs#before you ask yeah my shoelaces are untied#and many many strangers have told me#anyway I think it would be funny if obi-wan is so gobsmacked#that the light changes#and anakin is like ‘congratu fucking lations then’ and storms off#OR neither of them really notice/clock the other person is their soulmate#and then meet at a party a year later with no memory of each other#because it was just a brief interaction with a stranger at the end of a long day#over and forgotten#but then they fall in love and date after the party where they meet#and it’s an amazing relationship and very strong and perfect#and anakin starts wearing shoes that don’t have shoelaces because he’s terrified of meeting his soulmate now that he has obi-wan#OR maybe they meet again and become close friends but they don’t date#and they pine over each other for months but don’t want to risk their friendships#and anakin starts lacing his shoes/wearing boots because he doesn’t want to find his soulmate when he’s so in love with obiwan#only for obi-wan to start wearing shoes with laces because he needs to find his soulmate because he’s in love with anakin and that’s awful#will ruin him#(in that version they don’t know what the other person’s mark says)
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anakin, sprinting into the room and throwing clothes in his suitcase: PACK YOUR BAGS OBI-WAN THE MISSION'S FUCKED
obi-wan, starting to pack: oh force anakin, what did you do?
anakin: NO ONE DIED!
obi-wan, still packing: WHAT KIND OF AN ANSWER IS THAT?!
#obi wan questions his friendship with anakin every day but he is also the ultimate ride or die okay#quotes#incorrect the clone wars quotes#incorrect tcw quotes#star wars#sw#obi wan#obi wan kenobi#obi-wan kenobi#obi-wan#anakin#anakin skywalker#incorrect star wars#incorrect star wars quotes#the clone wars#tcw
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In the stardew valley au, Anakin gets his eyebrow scar probably doing something very dangerous that he should not be trying to do alone but he is because he is stupid, even when one of the farm hands is right there to help him, and the situation with Obi-Wan is a sharp contrast with his first visit to the clinic (much more obi-wan and less harvey)
For one, Anakin doesn't go to the clinic, Obi-Wan comes to him. The farmhand that heard him scream and saw him holding his face while blood ran through his fingers and down his face, immediately ran to the phone and called Obi-Wan.
When Obi-Wan storms into the farmhouse where Anakin has been moved to, still bleeding but now holding a cloth to his face, he is not the soft spoken, kind and worried that hospitals made Anakin nervous doctor that he had met. Obi-Wan, who had speed a bit too much there, and who one farmhand had quickly filled in in what had happened in the short distance from the car to the door, doesn't even greet anyone as he comes in. He goes straight to "What were you even thinking? Do you even understand the concept of protection gear?" and then, when he is finally next to Anakin, he leaves his case on the table next to Anakin, opens it and turns to him, "move your hand so I can at least see if you have made yourself blind"
The moment Anakin moves his hand, Obi-Wan notices how much it is shaking, and dismisses everyone else from the room. He takes out the gauzes and cleans Anakin's face from the blood. Takes a good look at the wound and assures Anakin "don't worry, your eye seems to be completely alright" with a kind voice, but he adds "this time" because he is still upset about Anakin's stupidity. He gives Anakin stitches, because the wound is deep enough for them, and when he tells Anakin that it will leave a scar, he uses his thumb to caress Anakin's cheek when the boy winces, and assures him that he will still look good with it.
All of the farmhands leave the farm for the day before the Doctor is finished with Anakin.
#what happens that night is still a mistery#i havent decided how far in their relationship/friendship this is#only that obi-wan absolutely lectures anakin the whole time#while also interleaving some reassuring between so anakin doesnt feel too bad#because he can see how scared anakin actually was#stardew valley au#obikin#obikin au#obikin fic
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star wars au where everything is the same except there are pokemon somehow. idk either i just wanted to give anakin and obi-wan eevees
#storytelling thru pokemon partnerships has always been my fave thing SO .#yall know how umbreon and espeon level up w high friendship ...#espeon being psychic type for The Negotiator and umbreon being dark type to foreshadow anakin's fall .. YEAH ..!#this is so niche it probably appeals only to me but hey at least its finally out of my head#anakin skywalker#obi-wan kenobi#star wars#applesojus draws
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More Than A Mission (6/6)
Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader
Part five HERE
Chapter Summary: Yourself and Obi-Wan head back to your hotel room, anger getting the better of you both as you discuss the events of the evening, only for the remainder of the evening to become more eventful than the beginning.
Warnings: Arguing, yelling and SMUT (finally) (P.S, just to clarify, reader is NOT a minor, reader met Obi-Wan at 18 yrs old and is afew years older)
Notes: We finally made it to the end :’’)) I do plan on making a part TWO to MTAM (YAY!!) so keep an eye out in the near future, in the meantime I will be posting random short fics/ smut - that being said I also am open to REQUESTS/ASKS for any fics, smuts, imagines, blurbs, however you wanna put it. SO feel free to hmu any time! Thank you guys for the love and support, see you soon ily <3
Words: 5,400 ish
You stalled as you entered the room, your Master passing your standing frame as he made his way to the bed, removing his robe and sitting himself down, his head falling into his hands as he rubbed his palms across face. You slowly approached him, anxieties beginning to rise as you tried to conjure the correct words to say. Sensing your preparations, he stopped you before you had the chance to begin, “We’re not talking about this until you’ve sobered up”
“Master, I am sob-”
“I can sense the affects still in your system, as little as they may be, they’re there. Shower, and then maybe we can talk”
Without a word you turned on your heel and entered the refresher, the door sliding shut behind you. You began stripping yourself of the little fabric you had on, you catching sight of yourself in the mirror above the sink. Turning, you faced the person looking back at you, your stomach beginning to churn. You felt sickly about your wrongdoings, guilty of your actions not only for yourself, but for your Master. You hated the idea of letting him down, and although you were sure that wasn’t the only reasoning behind his disregard towards you, you knew it was a factor in the equation.
Jumping into the shower, you briskly cleansed yourself from head to toe, your skin on your thighs an angry shade of red as you attempted to wash away the feeling of the target's fingers on your skin. Once you were finished, you wrapped yourself in a towel, relived to see your Masters undershirt folded neatly on the bench – you taking his habitual offering as a good sign.
Drying yourself, you changed back into your undergarments, pulling his shirt over your head, the material falling just over your thighs. You paused for a moment to gather your thoughts, your mind clearer than it has been all night, you silently cursing at Obi-Wan for being right about your intoxication levels, you now completely sober. Once you were to leave the refresher, you knew you’d have no choice but to face your Master, and although you’d wish to run away from his confrontation, you knew there’d be no backing out.
The door slid shut behind you as you re-entered the bedroom, you walked out to see Obi-Wan seated with his back towards you, him stripped of his outfit remaining in a cotton top and pants as he watched the hovering vehicles fly past the window, the city never sleeping.
You waited for him to say anything, show any indication of wishing to speak, yet you received nothing, taking a deep breath before beginning your piece.
“Master?”
He remained unspoken. You called his name once more, him still persistent on being stubborn causing your blood to boil with anger, your emotions flipping as you raised your voice.
“Master, I'm speaking to you!”
Finally drawing in his attention, he turned to face you, his features stern and voice flat as he spoke, “And what do you wish to say?”
“...That I'm sorry” you replied with a sigh
“I hardly believe that’s the truth” he shook his head as he spoke, the disapproval evident in his words only heightening your anger.
“Excuse me?!” you said as you stepped forward, you stood at the opposite edge of the bed Obi-Wan was sat on.
“I saw what happened, and you didn’t seem too sorry then”
“What I was doing was distracting the targ-”
“That wasn’t a distraction and you know it!” he shouted as he stood from the bed, turning to face you on the other side of the mattress, his hands clenching as he continued, “What you were doing was far beyond this mission. That excuse no longer stands!”
“It’s not an excuse! I only did what your Jedi council asked of me!”
“What you did was way out of line” he said, his face flushing red as he yelled your name, “You know it, and so do I”
“I did nothing wrong! He was the one doing it”
“And you allowed him! You’re far smarter than to allow such a man to do that to you!”
Full of anger, Obi-Wan began circling around the end of the bed till he was stood almost directly in front of you, both of your chests rising and falling quickly as you continued, “So what if I allowed it? What else was I supposed to do? Anakin failed, and while you were off tucking him in for his good night's rest, I was the one left to carry out the missi-”
“Oh, enough with the mission already! What you did was wrong for a Padawan, for any Jedi! Your foolish behaviour could’ve had your ranks, your rights, torn from you in an instant”
“I knew what I was doing, and I did nothing wro-”
“You were being dangerous!” his shouts cut off yours, his towering body drawing in closer as he wailed, “He’s a murderer with no empathy, and you let him lay his hands all over you”
“He had no intention of murdering me”
“Trust me, his intentions were worse for a girl like you than any threat of murder could be” his cold voice spat lowly.
“A girl like me? What exactly does that supposed to mean?”
His nostrils flared as he inhaled quickly, catching his breath before continuing to raise his voice as he snapped back, “Someone who I thought to be all but immature. But given your half-whited behaviour, it seems I stand incorrect”
“And so what, Obi-Wan? The mission was a success, why does it matter now? It’s done”
“Oh for heaven's sake, this isn’t! about! the! mission!”
“What is it then? Why are you so worked up over nothing!?”
“Because it’s not just nothing” he shouted, whining your name, “You were enjoying yourself far too much”
“Who said anything about enjoyment! You weren’t even there!”
“I could see it! I could hear it! Shutting me off from the force doesn’t mean I was left clueless!”
Your anger was boiling over, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could take his infuriating speech. In attempts to turn away, your Master caught your shoulder, preventing you from leaving, the act pushing you to your edge. Raising your voice, you yelled loud enough for the whole hotel to hear, your words coming from a place of anger, not logic, you lying as you continued, “That's not true!!”
“Not true?! I could feel the pleasure radiating off you! I could see the way you were caving in, to his touch, his words! If it weren’t for me putting a stop to it, you could’ve been idiotic enough let him take you then and there!!”
“You know what, Master, maybe I wanted him too!” you spat back, you taking a step forward, your face inches away from him, his hot breath fanning over your forehead, “Maybe you shouldn’t have come back for me! Him having his way with me is far better than being here with you listening to your pointles-”
Your breath was knocked from your lungs as you were suddenly swivelled around, a forceful push throwing you back onto the bed, your body bouncing on the mattress from the impact. You met the eyes of the man that threw you, his eyes wild, darkened with rage, yet as he took in the sight before him, the anger quickly adjusted to lust, adrenaline plastered over both your faces. And in that moment, something flicked between the two of you, your needs for one another becoming instantly obvious, and without a second thought, you both caved in.
As you lifted your chest from the surface of the bed, he quickly crawled on top of you, the weight of his body pushing you back down, his head aligning with yours as he snaked a hand into your damp hair, pulling you forward as your lips connected with his own, a feeling of relief you’ve been desperate to feel for so many years washing over you.
The kiss was rough, your lips mashing rapidly as he tugged on your hair in attempts to draw you closer. Your hands caught onto the fabric of his cotton top, you scrunching the material in your hands before dragging your palm up his back, your fingers dancing their way through his long strands of hair. Every part of your bodies was laying against one another, his deep exhale from his nose bringing warmth across your face. You continued the kiss until the very last moment, his lips breaking away from yours for a much-needed breather, his forehead resting against yours.
You looked up at him, his eyes closed as he breathed deeply. “Obi-Wan”, you sighed, your spare hand cupping his cheek, him leaning back in before you had a chance to speak again. Dropping his hand from your hair, he used the hand that wasn’t holding his frame above the bed to roam across your body, his palm skimming along your covered torso as his tongue swiped across your lip, desperate for deeper entrance. Some part of you was scared beyond belief, this kiss being the first one you’ve ever experienced, and you didn’t want the little knowledge you had to turn Obi-Wan off from you. You’ve seen passionate kisses before, but being amidst one with the man you loved whole heartedly was completely different, yet your trust in him allowed you to open yourself up to him, your mouth giving him access to explore deeper.
He took the invitation with great gratitude, deepening the kiss the most he could, you both remaining satisfied with the result. You had no clue how you were doing what you were, the topic of kissing one you’d never have come across in your studies at the temple, but whatever you were doing seemed to please your Master, him pressing into your body with more force as he sighed into the kiss.
Sparks of electricity radiated beneath your skin, the feeling between your legs burning now more than it ever has, your untouched skin begging to be felt. And Obi-Wan could sense it too. Without knowing, your hips bucked up to his, the friction causing you to gasp in surprise, the sound of your sweetened voice something Obi-Wan would never forget. The swirling blanket of the force surrounding you both was thick with tension, with a deep desire, it informing you both of your unspoken words.
Peeling himself off your body, he pulled you up with him, dragging your body to the top of the bed before tossing you back into the pillows, your arms extending out to pull him back in. He did so with speed, yet instead of winding back on your lips, he aimed his head lower, his wet mouth connecting with the edge of your jaw. Your eyes fluttered closed at the new sensation, one of your hands winding back up in his hair while the other scratched along the surface of his back. Every elongated kiss he drew on your neck, alongside the soft tickle of his beard, sent you into a new phase of ecstasy.
You jarred your head back further into the pillows as you allowed your Master to continue lower, him doing so without hesitation. He worked his way across and down your neck, licking and kissing the skin he forever desired to taste, and although he though there could be no better feeling, you seemed to be enjoying yourself a tad more than he was. The rise and fall of your chest grew rapid, your breaths more audible as he ascended your body. You were in a trance of pure bliss, and it truly was the most beautiful sight Obi-Wan had ever seen.
That was until he reached the base of your throat, the contact of his kiss causing a small moan to escape your lips. He went stiff, lifting his face to meet yours, your heavenly smile mirroring his playful one. You didn’t have to wait for him to say the words, your nod encoring him to continue, the gesture enough for him to dive straight back in, his kiss even more forceful than before on your sweet spot, his teeth scraping across the surface before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue, the sensation causing another moan to escape from your lips.
As much as you were enjoying the moment, the more he kissed your skin, the more you craved of him and it was slowly becoming unbearable. Both your hands travelled down to the hem of his shirt, you beginning to tug it up his back until it reached his shoulders, him pushing himself off your body to swiftly lift it over his head, you entranced by the exposed skin before you. You’d seen your Master shirtless on multiple occasions, you taking a mental photograph to cherish each time, but now you were seeing his scared, freckled skin on display it in a completely new light. Tossing the fabric onto the floor and leaning back down to you, your hands rubbed his bare shoulders, massaging the skin lightly as you felt your way down his chest, him switching his glance from your lowering palms to your face.
You paused as if time had slowed down, as if nothing else in the world mattered besides you and the man you loved. His expression spoke louder than a thousand words, solace and joy plastered over his red tinted skin. You knew in that moment that his emotions were the same as yours, the unruly passionate mood transforming into something pure, soft and loving. He dipped his head down to yours, placing a gentle kiss to your lips, just enough to remain tender yet fiery. Pulling away, you traced your hand up and down his spine, your other hand finding its way back to his cheek, him continuing to kiss you between your words as you spoke, “Obi-Wan, I am truly sorry for tonight”
“It’s okay, sweetheart”, he paused, pushing his hips deeper into yours, the kiss lasting longer than the previous pecks, you humming into his mouth before pulling back, him continuing his words, “I fear I may have let my emotions get the best of me, but I just care so deeply for your safety”
You pondered on his words, an idea coming to your mind, you acting on it in an instant, not wishing to wait a moment more.
Him being stronger than you, you assisted his movement with your force powers, twisting his body off yours as you now rolled on top of him, you sitting on top of his thighs as you leaned over his torso, both your arms holding you above him. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he had the chance, you pressed your lips to his, you taking the lead as your tongue slithered into his mouth, you returning the heat into the make out. Your Masters arms initially laid beside his body in shock, but as you slowly began moving your hips with the tiniest of motion, his hands bounced to your tights rested either side of his own. His palms danced across the skin in small movements for a while as you remained lost in his mouth, you drawing back from his lips as his fingers journeyed upwards, snaking their way across your behind, resting on your hips.
“I want to make it up to you” you spoke, pulling away from his face, now fully seated upright as you lightly scratched your nails across his chest.
“That won’t be necessary, what you’ve done is more than enough. Tonight's been a whirlwind of emotions for the both of us. We can pick up from here another time if that’s what you wish”
You were taken aback by his words, you taking it as a form of rejection, and it was written all over your face. Obi-Wan caught onto it instantly, tugging your arms from beside him off the mattress, you collapsing on top of his chest before he rolled you over once more, him now laying between your opened legs. “Don’t read my words wrong sweetheart. Believe me, I want nothing more than to do this with you, hell, I’ve waited years for this moment. I never thought I'd have the chance to be here with you like this,” he said, dipping down to give you another kiss before continuing, “but the last thing I'd want for you to do is rush into this”
“Master, I'm not-” he cut your words short with a quick peck, you staying silent till he finished his sentence.
“If you’re not ready for this, then we can wait. I’ll be willing to wait forever if I have too. You’ve got me now, I'm not going anywhere”
“I want this Obi-Wan", you said as you looked him directly in the eyes, your words dropping to a whisper, “I want you, please”
Your plea rang over and over in his mind, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him close the only reminder that he wasn’t in some kind of heavenly dream. Kissing you deeply, he used his free hand to feel up and down the side of your thigh, his warm hands rubbing closer and closer to the tender skin between your legs. Dethatching from your lips, he attacked your neck once again, his hand edging dangerously close to your heat, him looking up at you once more, his face portraying the question on his mind.
“Please”, you whispered once more, and the moment the words fell from your lips, his hand crossed the fabric covering your most tender area, you gasping at the sensation. With a small amount of pressure, his fingers slid over the cotton, your body rolling as you thrusted into his touch unwillingly, him humming into your neck as he continued to press kisses over your skin.
Pursuing his movements, your mind began to spin as the tingling sensation grew stronger, you feeling as though you could boil over the edge. Appreciating the small moans that escaped your lips, he pulled back from your chest, his body lifting over you as he kneeled between your legs, fully taking in the view before him.
Picking at the fabric of your undergarments, his fingers dipped below just far enough to feel your wetness without making direct contact. You breathed in a sharp inhale as he slipped his fingers back out and tugged the material, him pulling the cloth down past your thighs, you bringing your ankles and knees together to assist him with the movement. Dragging the underwear down to your feet, he pulled the material away from your body, you now laid beneath him with your legs closed, only in his t-shirt, a sight he wished to never forget.
His hands found their way to your kneecaps, him tracing his nails over the tops of your thighs before slowly pushing your legs apart. You instantly felt shy before him, you revealing your most intimate area to the man you loved for the first time, his face dancing between various emotions – awe, lust, hunger, admiration. Yet all your internal worries disappeared into thin air as his eyes met yours one more, his hand reaching for your face and stroking your pink tinted cheek, his smile as genuine as ever as he spoke, “Gods, you’re going to be the death of me”
Tilting your head, you planted a kiss to his palm as it retreated to its place on your knees, his hands now making their way to your inner thighs once more as his finger reached out and drew a line through your slick, your eyes falling shut as you inhaled. He repeated the movement a few times, each time growing in force, your gaps encouraging him further until his thumb found its way to your clit, your eyes shooting open at the feeling.
He rubbed the finger in small circles, your breathing growing rapid as you bucked into his palm, his name erupting from your chest as he built up the pressure.
“Sweetheart, you have no clue how long I've waited for this. All I've ever wanted was to make you feel good”
“Feels so good, Obi-Wan" you moaned, your hands grabbing onto the sheets beneath you as he picked up his pace.
“I want to make my mistakes for tonight back up to you. I want to feel more of you, do you allow me to do that?”
“Yes! Yes, please. I want more, please” you wined, you slowly climbing to your peak.
His other hand that was previously stroking the inside of your thigh wound its way down to your core, his pointer finger pushing in between your folds, teasing the outer rim of your entrance. The anticipation alone would’ve been enough to make you fold, but as he began to press his finger inside of you deeper, his movements of his thumb on your bud slowed, you feeling overwhelmed by the unusual feeling inside you.
Bottoming the digit, you grew accustom to the feeling, him pulling back the finger slowly before pushing in again, slowly repeating the movement as he spoke up, him now somewhat out of breath, his eyes attached to your core as if in a trance, “Are you okay?”
If it weren't for your previous self-explorations, as well as the leisurely toying of your clit, you probably would’ve felt uncomfortable. Yet, the only thing bothering you was the throb deep inside you begging for more.
“Mmh hmm” you mumbled between breaths, “I want more”
Without question, Obi-Wan added a second finger, the ring around your entrance tightening around him as he worked the digits in you, the pace of his strokes along with the fidgeting on your bud quickening.
With every passing second, you climbed higher to your release, your moans more frequent than ever. You opened your eyes, a bolt of lightning shooting through you as your eyes travelled across the figure of Obi-Wans body, the flex in his muscles moving as he worked his fingers into you, his long hair tossed, loose strands falling across his face as he remained focus on only bringing you pleasure, the sight pushing you to the very edge.
“I’m- shit, I’m close, Obi-Wan"
Your burst of words caused his face to snap towards yours, a wild smile tugging at his lips as his eyes met yours.
“Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you” he said, the tips of his fingers curling inside you reaching a spot that brought you to complete bliss, a sharp sigh flying into the air as you orgasmed onto his fingers, your body writhing against the sheets in pure pleasure.
His pace slowed, him working you through your release slowly, him whispering encouraging words as he leaned his body down to yours, him placing soft pecks against your flushed face as you ride out the remainder of your high, your body relaxing into the mattress as you calmed yourself, tilting your head to catch his kiss, him humming into your mouth as your lips worked against one another.
He continued to kiss you through the remaining waves of your orgasm, you gasping into his mouth at the feeling of his fingers retreating from your entrance, his clothed hips now connecting directly with your heat. As he grinded himself into you, you instantly felt the stiff bulge in his pants, you bucking up onto it causing his moan to rumble into your mouth. The second time you rocked yourself up onto his hips, he pulled himself away from your lips, you locking your arms behind his head before he had the chance to escape, “Don’t leave me” you whispered, lifting your head to peck his smiling lips as he stifled a small laugh.
“I would never. Though I do need to grab a cloth to clean us up”
“But you’re...”
“Never mind me, sweetheart. It’ll pass, I assure you”
“Master, I want to... help you out, with it”
“As much as I’d love for you too, trust me, I do, tonight’s about yo-”
“This is as much you”, you said, pecking his lips once more, “as it is me”
“Always on to the next, you are. But I won’t have it, not tonight”
You tried to speak, struggling to conjure the words as Obi-Wans eyes curiously jumped between yours, him not catching the point you were desperate to get at.
“What is it?” he questioned, his joyous tone turning serious as be began to worry.
“I want, you know”
“No, I don’t. Words, sweetheart. What is it?”
For a man riddled with natural flirtation and charm, you were in disbelief on how clueless he was in the moment, your already flushed cheeks turning darker as you spat out the words, “I want more”
“You wish for me to go again? Because I’m more than happy for a round tw-”
“No, Obi-Wan. More, with you. Us”
You watched as the bolts within his head began to turn, realization hitting him as he processed your words, his eyes lighting up, his features remaining still, “Are you positive, little one? Don’t feel as though you need to be rushed, we can pick up from here any-”
“I’m positive Obi-Wan. I want this, with you, all of you”
He remained silent, his eyes still dotting between your individual orbs, him stuck at your confession, only to be woken from his trance when you spoke once more.
“Unless you don’t want too of course, then we can wai-”
His face fell onto yours, cutting you off with a heavy kiss full of love and eagerness, his stiff frame loosening into you as he cooed “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, sweetheart”
Pulling away from you, he returned to the kneeling position he was in previously, scooting himself to the side of the bed, you confused by his movements. Leaning forward, he grabbed the corner of the bedding, pulling it towards the both of you till it tugged beneath your body, you understanding the gesture and crawling beneath the sheets.
Now standing from the bed, Obi-Wan pulled the material of his pants down, your core throbbing once more as he fully revealed himself to you, him stepping out of the pants and crawling back onto the bed, pulling the sheets up his back and he held himself above you. You followed his movements, you grabbing the hem of his shirt that rested scrunched on your abdomen, him giving into the temptation and assisting you in the removal of the fabric, tossing it behind him onto the floor as he took in your naked frame, you doing the same. In the darkness beneath the covers, you could see his member standing between his legs, it even better than the appearance you imagined it to be all these years.
Your hand went to reach for it out of curiosity, you stopping yourself as you realised what you were doing, you becoming crushingly embarrassed as your Master watched, a small laugh caressing his words as he reassured you, “You don’t have to ask, sweetheart. I’m all yours”
Nodding, you continued your movements hesitantly, his arms wavering from beside you slightly as your fingers made contact to the surface of his member, you feeling out what you could. You could practically feel the throb within it, him hissing beneath his breath as your hand explored from base to tip, your palm smearing the pre-cum over his skin. He allowed you to continue, his breathing growing quicker as his eyes shut, him biting the inside of his cheek as you enjoyed yourself before it got too much for him to handle, him stuttering your name as he stopped you, “If you keep going, I don’t think I'll last much longer”
You let go instantly, adjusting your body with his as you repositioned yourself beneath him, your legs bent and spread open, him laying beneath them as he still hovered over you, his slightly muscular arms flexed beside your head as they pressed into the mattress.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he questioned sweetly for a final time, you nodding instantly as you breathed out a desperate “Yes”
Leaning into you more, he lifted one arm from the bed to align himself with your opening, the tip just breaching the surface, you gasping as he kissed you quickly before saying “This may hurt sweetheart, please if it gets too much, stop me”
“I will, I promise”
With a final peck, he lowered himself into you, his member spreading your walls slightly as he forced himself into you, the two of you moaning in sync as he worked you open until he completely bottomed out, him staying there as you adjusted. Nodding, you gave him the green light and he took it without hesitation, him drawing himself back out almost all the way before dipping in again, him remaining slow as he continued the movements.
“Obi-Wan”, you moaned, each movement easing the ache inside you, yet you burned for more, “Go faster, please, I want more”
His pace quickened at your words, your bodies rocking together into the mattress. Between breaths he continued to kiss you, your open mouths allowing sweet sounds of pleasure to pass into one another, your eyes squeezing shut as you took him completely.
As much as he wanted to go rabid, to use all his might in making you feel good, he knew this wasn’t the night for it. Not only was it your first time, but it was an act of pure intimacy, passion, endearment. He was making love to you, and he wanted you both to savour it as much as you could, though the pure ecstasy coursing through his veins told him that he wouldn’t last much longer, and given the higher pitch of your moans, he knew you we’re the same.
“You’re so good, so perfect for me sweetheart”
“Oh, Obi-Wan" you sighed, your foreheads bumping together as he kissed you deeply.
“How does it feel?”
“Feels so good, gods, you make me feel so good”
The ache in your core grew stronger and stronger, the sight in the corner of your eyes turning white as you drew closer to your edge for the second time of the night.
“You’re taking me so well” your Master moaned, his head dipping to your ear as he nipped at your skin, his breath sending chills down your spine, “Doing so good for me, sweetheart. So good. Yo- you feel incredible”
You gasped, your hands winding up in his long strands one more as you tugged at the roots, a pleasured sound escaping Obi-Wans lips.
He maintained his quickened pace, his legs beginning to tingle as he drew closer to his release, “Sweetheart, I’m almo-”
“Me too, so close. Don’t- don’t stop”
He continued to work himself into you, him using all force he could to stop himself from combusting, you now on the very edge of your orgasm, about to tip over.
“Come for me, I need to feel you” he whispered into your ear, his following thrust sending you into utter bliss, you unable to stop the screech that left your throat, the use of the new pet name causing you to come undone, “there you go my love, that’s my girl”
Your peaking moans caused him to follow your lead, him slipping his member out of you and spilling himself onto the skin of your groin, his lips crashing into yours as he moaned through his release, you pulling his chest onto yours as you laid skin to skin, your heavy breaths fanning over each other's face as you rode the waves of your releases.
You laid wrapped within each other, him cradling you beneath him as you hugged his back, your breathing growing regular once again as you calmed yourselves, him sighing as he kissed into your now red and love bitten neck, “You are incredible, my love”
You nestled his head into your neck, you thanking him quietly, him kissing your exposed skin lightly.
“You don’t need to thank me. If anything, sweetheart, I should be thanking you"
The two of you laid there, love for each other coursing through your veins as you blissfully relaxed with one another, the two of you staying in that position for what felt like forever yet no time at all, him pressing a final deep kiss to your lips before lifting himself off you, a cheeky smirk pulling at his lips as he spoke, “How abouts we take a shower together?”
#obi wan kenobi#obi wan kenobi x reader#obi wan kenobi x you#obi wan x reader#obi wan#obi wan and anakin friendship#jealous obi wan kenobi#eventual smut#smut#obi wan kenobi smut#bounty hunter#anakin and reader friendship#anakin skywalker#ewan mcgregor
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By chance we met, by choice we became friends
Summary: A twist on how Kenobi came to meet the varactyl Boga, during a fierce battle over Utapau.
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Suddenly, cutting through the silence was an aggressive loud hiss echoing around the chamber, originating from somewhere in front of him.
Alarmed, Kenobi’s head shot up and he squinted his eyes in direction of the sound. However, the pillar of light – in which he was engulfed – prevented him from seeing the source. Taking another deep breath, he reached out with the Force; localizing a surprisingly advanced intelligent life form lurking in the shadows, fairly big in size, zigzagging closer to his exposed position.
The distinct warning call had limited down the number of potential species it could be – at least within the catalogue Kenobi were familiar with – down to only a dozen. It was first when a curious beaked maw slowly emerged into the light, that Obi-Wan got a definite positive ID.
A varactyl.
The large feathers in a beautiful range from blue, green and deep purple were raised, making the large animal look even more massive and intimidating. Another high warning echoed around the room; a clear indication that Kenobi was definitely unwelcomed, intruding and trespassing.
The Jedi carefully stretched out with the Force again, to send out a message of peace and calm towards the stressed and territorial protective animal.
”Hello there,” Obi-Wan said in a warm soothing tone, still lying down on his side trying to keep his broken leg as immobile as possible. ”Sorry for unexpectedly dropping in on you like this, but it was purely an accident, I can assure you.”
Another shriek rang out, and the animal made a slight warningly lunge.
Keeping his calm, Kenobi’s hand rose slowly, palm open; an invitation for the large reptile to come closer. ”There now… I mean you no harm.” With trembling fingers still extending out his invitation, Kenobi tried his best to send out only calm serenity, despite how his whole body screamed of pain.
To his great relief, the slightly aggressive demeanour started to diminish. The big orange eyes were suddenly scrutinizing him, looking deep into his soul, doing it in such a unique way which only animals can; to check a man trustworthy or not.
Luckily, it seemed like Obi-Wan passed the test.
The approach from the varactyl shifted that instant. The aggressively raised feathers slowly lowered, the protective hostile manner fully gone.
Instead, the massive head fully popped inside the pillar of light, tilting about 45 degrees to mirror the same angle as the Jedi’s countenance. The strong beak glistened majestically in the naturally created spotlight; the golden and black maw allowed a questioning squeak to slip out. Taking the Jedi in, the tangerine eyes scanned over his broken body, landing on his injured leg, before returning to his sweaty face and then on his still welcoming shaking hand.
The large creature carefully closed the remaining distance between them, until the black tip of the beak made contact with the trembling fingers.
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~ Kangelane_Star Wars 🤓📚📖
#my fanfiction#ao3#Kangelane#Kangelane_Star Wars#star wars#fanfiction#fanfic#obi-wan kenobi#Boga#varactyl#anakin skywalker#ahsoka tano#commander cody#captain rex#general grievous#whump#friendship#obi-wan#anakin#ahsoka#cody#rex
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Teenage superhero groups are so good. Not only because they're always really fucking relatable, but also because their relationships are so special. They're like:
“I met you, and I was weary of you at first. We've become closer and closer to the point we trust eachother with our lives, but still not with our identities — it's sad, but it's how it is.
You've cried to me about how your mentor didn't listen to you, about how they yelled at you and didn't seem to care enough. I've cried to you about how my life is so lonely, about how being a hero is taking away my life, about how I can't be a teenager anymore because I can't rest without feeling like someone will die because of me not being there.
We've fought together, and we've fought eachother. We've cried together, laughed together and yelled together. We've saved the world together. We were never meant to be apart.
The other day, you were brainwashed and turned evil. You were tortured, striped away of your own being. We tried to help you anyway, even if our mentors told us not to. We still spent hours shopping for a birthday gift you'd like a few months later.
We're slowly growing up, and we're leaving the safety of our mentors's cloaks. We're going through different paths; always down, always falling, but not as together as we were before.
Some of us have found our own proteges. I'd like to say I'm better with mine than my own mentor was with me, and I hope you are the same.
Our proteges have found eachother the same way we did. The happiness from seeing me in your face was everything I needed to be convinced to stay with you.
We've been getting the others to come back, too. We're also recruiting new people, new young heroes who will get themselves killed if they're not guided properly. We're not the same young kids anymore, but we're together once again, and that's all that matters.
We grew up very quickly. I can see it from the way we don't laugh as much anymore, from the way we're the one attempting to stop the younger ones from pulling pranks on us, from the way we train instead of being trained.
We're all adults now. There was a time where we lost ourselves, and we wouldn't find us anymore. A time where I went to our old lair and saw it empty, devoid of life. A time where I tried to call you and you didn't answer. A time where I saw you on TV, with a kid by your side, looking at you like you're their entire world.
We're adults now. We've lost ourselves many times. But we've found eachother again. And I think that's what matters. Because we're not only teammates anymore; we're family.”
Or something like that idk, I suck at writing
#teen titans#young justice#young justice cartoon#young justice comics#power rangers#star wars#does star wars count? i mean the clones r technically children#and ahsoka anakin and obi-wan have a family dynamic#and they fought a way together. i think they're the perfect example of the ‘teenage’ heroes who never found themselves again#that trope hurts#i've watched you fight and cry and laugh and scream. you've watched me too#i'm sure of it. we were a family even though it took time for us to admit it. i believe that's why your betrayal hurt so bad#damn that's sad#boku no hero academia#danny phantom#teenage mutant ninja turtles#transformers prime#i remember watching that series when i was younger. the main 3 humans's friendship hurt me so bad#that scene where they refuse to go with the blue one that looks like jim lake (forgot his name)'s mom?#gold#i love them#avis talks
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Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Vader
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Quinlan Vos, Qui-Gon Jinn, Dooku | Darth Tyranus
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sith Anakin Skywalker, Fluff, Too much fluff, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Gestures, Fluff and Humor, bringing a Sith back to the light with the power of love, And cheesy romantic gestures, No Beta We Die Like Clones, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Obi-Wan says delusion is the solution, Obi-Wan Kenobi Lacks Self-Preservation Instincts, (I am delighted that’s a tag), reluctantly flustered Vader, PWP for Padme What Padme
Summary:
Jedi padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi is smitten at first sight with handsome sith lord Darth Vader. Being an avid connoisseur of romance holonovels, he decides to use the methods he’s learned to win him over.
I’m tagging a bunch of people. We don’t know each other and I don’t know if this is your thing. Please forgive me for the assumption.
@ellelans @that-gay-jedi @kingdomvel @grapenehifics @lilredghost @palfriendpatine66 @himilce-persephoniea @himboskywalker @sendpseuds @virahaus
#I'm having fun with this#padawan obi wan is sweet endearing and a bastard all in one package#quinlan vos is there too#and his friendship with obi wan goes as well as you can expect#obikin#fic recs#did I mention that obi wan is also more unhinged in his own way that the sith lord he's pursuing?#anakin is anakin#deeply unhinged about falling in love as in the original movies#obi wan kenobi#padawan kenobi#anakin skyewalker#suitless vader#drama queen vader#anakin skywalker#older anakin#with only a mask easily removable to add to the drama
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@mjtaku And I tried to do Anakin and Obi-wan's dialogue in "Revenge of the Sith" with Google meet subtitles
(She doesn't know any English, so this took us an hour)
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The adults all looked grim. At last Kenobi spoke.
“Yes, Luke. I’ll train you. But…the Captain is correct. We just made it this time. If there was even one more Inquisitor…”
He met Piett’s eyes once more.
“What do you propose, Captain?”
“He’ll propose handing us over to the Imps is what!” Lars exclaimed. “He shouldn’t have any say.”
Piett needed to tread carefully.
“You’re not all wrong,” Piett said mildly, offering Lars a small smile. This threw the man off guard, and he frowned suspiciously. “I am not proposing to just pass you off to the Imperials however, Mr. Lars. I was given this mission by Lord Vader alone. I report to him and him only. And he is clearly willing to do anything to keep Luke safe, including treason. Which I am now guilty of in multiple ways myself.”
It was Beru who said it aloud.
“You think we should work with Anakin,” she said quietly.
#star wars#star wars original trilogy#star wars au#firmus piett#admiral piett#luke skywalker#obi wan kenobi#beru lars#owen lars#darth vader#anakin skywalker#general veers#maximilian veers#beru Lars is desert born#Lars vs Vader#friendship#loyalty#treason#veers is just going with it
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Disaster Trio Meets Chaotic Trio
“Yes, well, I took a lesson from Anakin and decided not to follow orders.”
– Obi-Wan Kenobi
“Looks like I have to rescue you again, old man.”
– Anakin Skywalker
“How come every time we fly, we crash?”
– Ahsoka Tano
“We need to go full OliMabel here […] The Charles is silent.”
– Oliver Putnam
“Have both of you had strokes or have I?”
– Mabel Mora
“You won’t shoot my friends. Shoot me if you need to, but not them. Because I don’t want to live in a world without them.” (*speaks in gibberish*)
– Charles-Haden Savage
#star wars x only murders in the building#star wars#the clone wars#only murders in the building#omitb#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#ahsoka tano#oliver putnam#mabel mora#charles haden savage#friendship#found family#the sass is strong with these ones#disaster lineage#olimabel#the charles is in there somewhere lol#either they find trouble#or trouble finds them#rip brain cells#two protective brothers/dads#one badass sister/daughter
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i love ur fics, but why do u have anakin always hate quinlan so much? is he just a jealousy target or did something happen on tatooine during quinlan’s undercover mission during tpm (he’s in the background of the scene where babykin rescues jar jar from sebulba in tpm)? could they ever be friends (to obi wans exasperation when they team up against him lol)?
Ooo good question - I just like it I guess! It’s one of those dynamics there’s definitely not much of a basis for, but I like my obikin to have a hint of a jealous anakin - even if they’re not together yet. Like I feel like most of my canon anakins would be jealous of a friendship between Quinlan and obi-wan because there’s a lot of history there and fond memories of a version of obi-wan anakin doesn’t have until he’s a Knight (because obi-wan was his master and they had a master&padawan relationship. I can just so easily see anakin not liking Quinlan as obi-wan’s friend from B.A. (Before Anakin)….more too if they actually have slept together in the past and anakin finds out about it (because that’s another version of his master that someone else has that he has not been given yet)
I don’t think it’s rational emotions and I don’t know how much I particularly care about how much is founded in canon. I read Anakin as having a jealous and possessive element to his personality (read: ROTS movie), and Quinlan is usually the easiest target because he’s my go to friend for obi-wan. I don’t really see anakin and Quinlan being friends, because I like to focus more on that jealousy! I know other people disagree 😅 I guess it’s just a character quirk I include in my writing … usually without realizing it
#asks#I just like anakin being jealous i find that key to his character#and quin&obi friendship would rub him the wrong way because he’s obi-wans bestest friend now that he’s a knight#it would be for him a competition between quin&obi friendship and ani&obi friendship#because he’d be more sensitive to the camraderie and similtiaries between the friendships?#I guess idk lol this makes sense in my head I swear
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Anakin isn't a morning person. Obi-Wan has to deal with it. Or, the five times that Obi-Wan had to wake up Anakin, and the one time Anakin woke up Obi-Wan.
Ahsoka hums quietly before frowning down at her Master’s sleeping form. “Is he ticklish?” she asks randomly.
“I hardly think that –” Obi-Wan cuts himself off mid-sentence. No, Anakin won’t be happy, but maybe he should have thought about that before ignoring his Padawan. With the hint of a mischievous smile on his face, he creeps over to Anakin’s bed.
Through the Force, he can feel Ahsoka’s glee when they attack Anakin in unison, tickling his sides and, in Obi-Wan’s case, everywhere he knows will have Anakin unable to move, much less flee. The half shriek, half yelp that escapes makes the entire situation worth it. Obi-Wan can hardly hold back his own laughter, especially after Anakin ends up rolling onto the floor with a crash.
Morning Mischief - CourtesyTrefflin - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Morning Mischief, a star wars fanfic | FanFiction
Star Wars One-Shots - Morning Mischief - Wattpad
#star wars#star wars fanfiction#fanfiction#anakin skywalker#anakin#ahsoka tano#ahsoka#obi-wan kenobi#obi-wan#anakin and obi-wan#anakin and ahsoka#ahsoka and obi-wan#fluff#hurt/comfort#family#friendship#disaster trio
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@badthingshappenbingo
Here's our fill for "Black Eye". :)
It's only been weeks since he became a Jedi, and Anakin is still struggling with the new environment and getting to know Obi-Wan. On the Coruscanti New Year, Anakin sees a fireworks display which sends him spiraling into a panic attack. It leads to a misunderstanding between him and Obi-Wan, but at least this once they have someone to help them communicate.
#star wars#star wars fanfiction#fanfiction#obi-wan#obi-wan kenobi#anakin and obi-wan#obi-wan is anakin's father#young anakin#padawan anakin#anakin needs therapy#anakin needs a hug#hurt anakin#obi-wan is bad at feelings#but he's trying#panic attacks#flashbacks#family#friendship#hopeful ending#fandom: star wars#prompt: Black Eye
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