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pasukiyo · 23 days

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I END WITH YOU

anakin skywalker x f!jedi!reader word count; 3,988 warnings; unprotected p in v sex, angst summary; you're too good, too noble. anakin doesn't understand why you feel the need to always protect him when he doesn't need saving. when you get hurt, it takes every ounce of willpower within him to not go insane. you don't seem to understand why he's so doting. you thought you had anakin skywalker figured out... ...but you have no idea how he ends.

One look was all it took, for Anakin could hear it in the silence.

“I need you.”

Anakin’s lips had already been pressed together, his brow already furrowed, for he was already royally pissed off. It’d been enough to be dragged on this wasteland of a planet by Obi-Wan, it’d been enough that she’d insisted that she should tag along, it’d been enough that absolutely nothing was going according to plan— and seeing her with a blaster wound to the bicep certainly didn’t aid in improving his mood.

It was bad enough he had to react like he didn’t care enough, pretend that for a moment, he didn’t fear that she wouldn’t react to move in enough time, that the little ray of blazing scarlet would pierce straight through her heart. It was bad enough that he had to watch her slice the wobbling green light of her saber through the battle droid’s chest all on her own, all the while clutching her arm.

It was bad enough watching her being patched up now, having to stare into her eyes that on the surface, seemed to mask her pain. But Anakin knew her better than anyone else— he could see right through that facade she’d so delicately crafted. All he could see now was her desperation, her desire to hold him close, to feel him so deeply like no other could. Anakin had to look away now, for not only was Obi-Wan approaching, but he knew that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to detach himself from her.

“You’ve certainly seen brighter days,” Obi-Wan said as he sauntered into the small alcove of the ship Anakin had accompanied her in. She tore her gaze away from the side of Anakin’s face to instead fixate on the Jedi Master, glancing down at her wound that C-3PO had since covered in Bacta spray.

“It’s no bother,” she replied, shrugging and raising her arm, much to 3PO’s dismay as he rocked the upper half of his body back, arms thrown in the air. “No, no! I am not done dressing your wound yet! You must keep it still or else your wound may open again and—“

“3PO,” Anakin’s bark of the droid’s name permeated the room and all seemed to still for a moment. She blinked at the sound of Anakin’s voice and swallowed down her desire to let it burn like a spark on a rope, trailing all the way down her throat and chest until it reached the frayed edges at the pit of her belly, setting her center ablaze. She shifted where she sat and dropped her head, along with her arm as 3PO— now silent— continued to wrap it.

Anakin turned to face his former Master as Obi-Wan eyed him right back, a wrinkle in his brow. Anakin only waited for him to continue, wiping his face clean of any feeling. After another few moments of the already prolonged silence, Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest and leaned a shoulder into the frame of the door.

“Master Windu summons us for a meeting as soon as we get back to the Temple,” Obi-Wan continued. “To discuss all that has transpired today, and such.”

Anakin sunk his molars down into the slimy flesh of the inside of his cheek, feeling his features harden as he turned away to face the panels on the wall.

“Great,” he replied, irritation laced in his tone. Obi-Wan knew Anakin well enough to know when something was weighing on his mind. But Obi-Wan also knew Anakin well enough to know when to not push his boundaries. He respected him enough for that, at least.

Obi-Wan sighed as he pushed off the wall, dipping his chin when he glimpsed back over to where she sat, 3PO finishing up the final touches of her bandages. “Rest well,” he said. “You will need your strength.”

She dipped her chin back to Obi-Wan, grateful for an excuse to avert her gaze. “Thank you,” she replied, and then Obi-Wan was off, brown robes trailing behind him and slowly disappearing behind the door as it slid closed.

“There,” 3PO finished her bandages at last. She glanced down at her wrapped arm, already feeling the bacta spray begin to set into the wound, sighing in relief as the pain began to subside. “Please do not move it around too much. Too much movement could lead to—“

“That’s enough, 3PO,” Anakin, voice still as deep as it was earlier, turned, sharp gaze slicing into the metal of the droid. 3PO turned to face his creator, “but, Master Skywalker, I must insist that she—“

“I assure you, 3PO, that she will face no further harm,” Anakin interrupted the droid yet again, arms uncrossing and dropping to his sides as he moved to step closer. 3PO, with his stiff arms held in the air, took a step backward, facing his Master. “Now go.”

3PO’s arms flailed as he turned, waddling his way towards the door. “How rude! A thank you would be nice every once in a while,” she could just make out from the droid before the door slid closed behind him and she bowed her head, picking at the edges of her bandages with her fingernails.

“You could be nicer to him, you know,” she murmured, not having realized that Anakin had drawn himself closer, not until the middle and forefinger of his gloved mechanical hand pressed beneath the underside of her chin. Her gaze was forced into his, her bottom lip quivering at the storm raging in the dark hues of his irises. Although she knew Anakin was angry, she could feel a spark set her skin ablaze at the sight of his tightly pressed lips, of his furrowed brow, tight jaw and exploded pupils.

She struggled to keep her thighs from closing together to ease the ache in her core.

“Why must you insist on getting yourself into situations that always end in you getting hurt?” Anakin snipped and she blinked when the thumb of his gloved hand curled around the curve of her chin, his grip tightening on her jaw. Her breath shuddered as Anakin’s stare dropped to her lips, to her throat, to her collarbone, to her clothes, as if searching for any further sign of injury.

Her bottom lip wobbled before she replied, “you can at least acknowledge that I do not always get myself hurt.”

Anakin breathed a humorless laugh through his nostrils at this, his jaw ticking as he straightened, dropping his hand from her face altogether to pace the floor. “You’re always putting yourself in front of others, in front of Obi-Wan, in front of me,” he shook his head and she stared at the scar slicing through his right brow to avoid his gaze. “As if we aren’t capable of protecting ourselves.”

Her quivering lips curled into a scowl at this as he looked anywhere but at her, chest heaving with the effort of keeping his anger at bay. “You’re angry with me for protecting you?” she repeated to confirmed and Anakin glowered her way. “I do not need your protection,” he hissed. “I can do it just fine on my own. Why don’t you look out for yourself every once in a while, you wouldn’t be in here today, hurt.”

A humorless titter tumbled past his lips and he shook his head again. “Foolish girl,” he muttered, the wrinkle in her brow dimpling. “I do not need you to belittle me, Anakin,” she hissed back. “Do you take me for a fool?”

Her heart pounded its fists against the inside of her chest— the last thing she wanted now was to argue with him. All she wanted was him, she craved him, needed to feel his arms around her, his fingers in her hair, his skin upon hers. But there, where that desire ached deep in the marrow of her bones, burned fury, white hot anger blitzing through her veins like a comet.

Did Anakin underestimate her? After all this time they’d known each other, grown with each other in the temple, learned together, trained together, fought together— did he misconstrue her power?

Her need for Anakin could wait— this berating of her dignity could no longer go on.

Anakin’s feet pivoted until he faced her, eyes searching her face, fleeting between her sealed lips, her clenched jaw, furrowed brows, heaving chest, sharpened features. He didn’t need to reach out and feel it to know she was upset, and it occurred to him that perhaps in his haze of rage, he’d misspoken.

He knew how capable she was, how skilled of a Jedi she was. There was no doubt about it— but what he hated most was how noble she was, how good she was. He hated that because she was too good, she’d spare not a second thought in battle. How it’d make her use herself as a shield to protect others, to protect him.

He couldn’t stand it, her need to protect him when his need to protect her blazed just as strong. Anakin couldn’t go on another minute knowing she’d been blasted all because he’d had his back turned, because she’d been quicker to react than him. Had he been paying attention, had he moved faster, he’d have been able to deflect the blaster bolt with his saber, he’d have been the one with the blaster wound instead.

His gaze flickered down to the bandages wound on her upper arm and he had to turn away, feeling the bitter taste of bile on the tip of his tongue.

“I do not think you are a fool,” he began. “But must you always be so noble?” She blinked, feeling her heart skip a few beats inside her chest. “Putting yourself in the line of danger for others, for me,” he shook his head as he paced to the other side of the room. “I cannot stand it.”

She straightened her posture where she sat, sucking in a deep breath. “If I infuriate you so much, perhaps it’d serve you well to quit doting on me all of the time,” she snapped back, unflinching even when his glare hardened, firing just like a blaster shot into hers. “You pay attention to me more than you do yourself. Do you know how much I would hate myself if you got hurt because you treat me like I am a child?”

Anakin stopped pacing, turning to face her once more. Either of his hands rested on his hips, bottom lip wobbling with his temper.

“You are not a child,” he replied. “And I am not doting. You misunderstand me.”

She shook her head, “I think I’ve got you pretty figured out, Anakin Skywalker,” she said with a humorless titter, rising from her seat to march her way towards the door. She couldn’t stand being alone with him anymore, not when she looked at him and didn’t know whether or not she wanted to pounce on him and kiss him until their lips bled or slap her palm across his face.

Just before she could make it within reaching distance of the door’s control panel, the glove around his prosthetic hand tight where it wrapped around her uninjured arm, stilling her where she stood.

For a moment, neither spoke. She pressed her lips together in a firm, thin line, her breath heavy as it exhaled through her nose. She willed her eyes to fixate on his, the action proving itself difficult, as they wanted nothing more than to drop to his lips. His gaze was so hot, it was blistering, and she swore she could melt in a pool of magma at their feet.

“You know where I begin,” Anakin spoke in a low, husky voice. Her bottom lip quivered— damn her soaked center for betraying her so. “But you’ve not even the slightest idea where I end.”

She blinked up at him, feeling a gate open somewhere inside of her, all her anger and frustration washing away as if with rain. All that remained in the downpour’s wake now was her libido, her desire to kiss him, her need to feel him, her lust for just him.

As the silence neared its end, Anakin’s features began to deflate, as if he’d reached out with the Force to feel him. She allowed herself to breathe, seal her eyelids closed, and reach an invisible hand towards him. Sure enough, she could feel him like a whisper on the tips of her fingers, like reaching out to graze her nails on the surface of the ocean.

When her eyes fluttered open again, his were closed, but not for long. She watched his eyelashes as they flit upon his cheeks, the veil of his lids sliding away until she was staring into that strange, enigmatic ocean in his gaze, his waters so dark, so blue, so captivating that she allowed herself to dive right in.

“Then lead me to your end,” she whispered breathlessly, feeling the gloved hand he’d had wrapped around her upper arm make its trek up the mountain of her shoulder, through the valley between it and her neck, up her throat and across the waterfall of her chin until his palm cupped her cheek. The pad of his thumb soothed over the flesh just beneath her bottom lip, and she shuddered.

Anakin sifted through the darkness of her pupils, his gaze so intense that for a moment, she believed he really was reading her mind, searching through the archives of her brain. But really, all he saw was her, as if she were in the limelight. All he could focus on was her, her breathing, her eyes, nose, lips.

He was a black hole, a bottomless pit etched into the earth, so dark, she realized that he was right: she wasn’t sure where he ended.

And Anakin pulled her right in.

They surged into one another like a wave crashing into another, his lips a seal over hers. Their tongues did a waltz inside where their mouths connected, Anakin quickly taking control. She mewled into his mouth as she clutched at his robes, tugging them forward as Anakin backed her into the wall, her back hitting the steel with a thud.

She was already so frustrated— yanking on the fabric of his robes, searching for an inch of his skin. His tongue was so strong over hers, his kiss so powerful, her mind was beginning to ooze into goo. Anakin’s hands moved away from her body but their kiss never once broke as he pushed the outer layer of his robes off his shoulders, letting the material pool at their feet.

She began unraveling his underclothes like he was a gift and he yanked the leather glove off of his mechanical hand, undoing the cloth belt around her waist with his other. Anakin tossed her belt off to the side, the flowy, outer layer of her top unraveling from her chest and he pushed the material down her shoulders, letting it join his robes on the floor. They pulled away for the briefest of moments, solely so Anakin could lift the tight undershirt away from her body before lifting his own shirt over his head. She pulled him in by the hem of his pants when he was done, tugging them down his thighs as he pulled down hers.

Skin. All she could feel was Anakin’s skin and oh, it was the softest thing she swore she’d ever touched before. He was like the richest of velvet, soft and so beautiful, a never-ending avenue for her lust. All she wanted to do all the time was touch him, never let his skin leave hers.

A hand snaked around to the nape of his neck to tug on the dark blonde locks there as his kisses broke from her lips to trace a line down her neck, feeling the edges of his teeth against the small curve of her collarbone. Her other hand clawed at the expanse of his back, hissing through her teeth at the pressure of his body against her wound. For a moment, Anakin seemed to realize this, his kisses slowing on her collarbone until she used the grip she had on his hair to draw him into her again.

“Don’t stop,” she mewled beside the shell of his ear, only hoping she’d be able to keep herself quiet enough. The notion that Obi-Wan was still on the ship lingered in the back of her mind, but she wasn’t so sure Anakin cared as much as his lips trailed down to the swell of her breast, nipping her between his teeth there.

Her head threw itself back against the steel wall, one of her legs lifting and bending to wrap around his. Anakin placed his palms on the backs of her thighs to lift her up, his body the only thing keeping her balanced.

“Anakin,” she breathed as he sucked marks into her breasts, teasing the bud of one of her nipples with the tip of his tongue. Through hooded lids, he glanced up at her, his lips never ceasing. She swiped her tongue between her lips for moisture, panting as he sunk his teeth into the flesh on the underside of her breast, sure to leave a mark. “Anakin!” She yelped and he released her skin, the bridge of his nose soothing up the valley between her tits as he kissed her skin.

“I can’t help it,” he breathed into her chest. “You are like a vice.”

She mewled again as she bucked her hips into him, feeling his erection beneath her.

“Please Anakin,” she murmured. “Just need you to be inside. Need to feel you.”

Anakin muttered a string of curses into her throat as he kissed his way back to her lips, peeling his mouth away from hers to rest his forehead against hers.

“Yeah?” He whispered, feeling her nod against his head. Anakin gazed down between her legs, at the glistening folds of her cunt, past it where the angry, pink head of his cock was. There was an ache deep in the pit of his belly for her that even he couldn’t believe he’d deprived himself of relieving for so long. “I need you too.”

She gasped as he rocked his hips slowly, the tip of his length prodding against the underside of her angry clit. Her arms tightened where they were wrapped around his neck, catching his bottom lip between hers, sucking as he steadied himself into position, clamping her teeth down into the plush, pink flesh when he slid himself in.

Only the head of his cock had breached her barrier but she was already crying, hot, fat tears slipping from her eye sockets and rolling down her cheeks. She was so desperate to feel more, to have him as deep inside of her as possible. She could feel her walls clench around him, inviting him further in. Anakin groaned above her, muttering a string of curses against her sweaty hairline as he pushed himself the last few inches in.

Anakin was so big, so girthy that she felt so full, felt like she hadn’t any room to speak, not even to breathe. She could feel him so deep inside of her where no other had been before, feeling him reach that hardly touched spot so far in her that just the mere graze of his tip against it felt like it seared a bruise.

“Anak—!” She cried before his lips were on hers again, muffling her sounds. His hips retracted before thrusting back in, his cock hitting her cervix again, making her vision go black and glisten with stars.

“I’ve never felt something as wonderful as this,” Anakin panted as he pulled back only to thrust himself back in again. “I could stay in your pussy forever.”

Her bottom lip wobbled and a mewl ripped from her throat as he clenched her thigh with his prosthetic hand, the other resting on the side of her neck, thumb just above the pulse of her throat.

“Let me see you,” Anakin whispered against her ear, pulling away as her eyelids fluttered back open, feeling that blistering stare surge back into hers.

But she knew what he meant.

She closed her eyes again and Anakin dropped his forehead to hers, his pace at a steady rhythm, his thrusts forceful, significant. She focused on the length of his cock nestled deep inside her warmth, on his warm skin on hers, on his breathing and the beat of his heart. All ceased to exist except for Anakin Skywalker, and she opened her mind to the sole being of her universe.

He felt like a breath of fresh air on the brightest day in Naboo, like when they visited their friend Padmé Amidala there and took a stroll through the Lake Country. He felt like the gentle, warm breeze that kissed her cheek. He was as warm as the smile he’d given her when they’d fallen on their backs in the plush, green grass. He was as tender as the words he’d spoken to her when he confessed his love for her.

Anakin Skywalker was truly a force like no other. He was power like she’d never felt before, more electrifying than even the rush that wielding her lightsaber gave her. He was stronger than even the feeling of the Force flowing through her veins was because in her eyes, he was her Force, her ground, her earth, her universe.

Anakin Skywalker was all that existed. He was all that was ever important. She never cared once for the oath she’d sworn under the Jedi Code when she was with him. She’d leave it all behind, let all her training and hard work go to waste, just so she could have him like this. Anakin was her centerfold, and she, his.

She stared at Anakin with a gentleness she’d never seen him in before and through their connection in the Force, he began to glow, like a star in a supernova. When she glanced down at herself, she found she shone the same. They were two stars in the middle of the galaxy reaching their end and she surged into him to brace for impact.

“Anakin!” She called his name into the connection and Anakin murmured her name back, feeling him brush against her cheek like the pad of a thumb. “I’m so close,” she mewled breathlessly and Anakin hummed in reply. He was so bright now, they were both so close that it was blinding. “We end together,” Anakin replied, sifting his fingers through her hair.

And they did just that.

Like a star in a supernova, she exploded and suddenly she was back in that small alcove of the ship, shuddering in the strong, warm arms of Anakin Skywalker. Her legs trembled with the force of her orgasm as it surged through her, her body melting into Anakin’s as thick, hot spurts of his own release flooded into her.

Their skin melted together as they both panted, chasing air back into their lungs and coming down from their highs. Using her arms still wrapped around his neck, she drew herself closer into him, nuzzling the side of her face against his chest. She could hear and feel his heartbeat there, matching the tempo of her own.

“I burn for you, Anakin,” her voice came out in barely a whisper. “It’s why I protect you— I’d be nothing if I were to lose you.”

Anakin said nothing for a moment and she took the time to bask in the warmth of the silence, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek.

“It’s because of how much I burn for you that I care so much about you,” he finally murmured his reply. “Because you are my purpose. I only end with you.”

a/n; okay six posts in a row, i am on a roll LMAOOO but ummmm... i actually feel proud of this one... i know... crazy 😵‍💫 turns out i write the best whenever i'm sitting in the bathtub LMFAO anyways! i truly hope you all enjoy this one :) i’ve enjoyed writing for anakin a lot these days! i don’t know why i never took the time to write for him before, he’s such a unique and complex character who is so fun to write for!

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frostbitebakery · 27 days

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LOUD.

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“You’ve got something there,” Quin says, gesturing vaguely at his own shoulder.

“I’m aware,” Obi-Wan signs. “It’s some sort of monkey lizard fungus.”

The monkey lizard fungus giggles into his shoulder.

Quin nods grimly. “I heard the only cure is to placate it with sweets and hope for the best.”

Anakin precariously leans over, heels accidentally digging into still bruised ribs.

Obi-Wan bites his lips behind the collar but of course Quin immediately detects his movements turning stiff.

Quin holds out an arm, flexing his bicep with wiggling eyebrows. It has the desired effect and Anakin jumps from Obi-Wan, swinging around the elbow before hooking his knees over Quin’s arm.

“He’s heavier than he looks,” Quin strains out.

They walk to one of the mess halls that’s open around the clock and mainly offers food and beverages to those clinging with teeth to their sanity during exam season.

One of the cramming Padawans looks up from their dozen holo books displaying graphs, and squints at them. “Master Vos, there’s something growing out of your arm?”

“Monkey lizard fungus,” Obi-Wan signs, hiding a smile behind his collar at the Padawan nodding to themselves as if that makes perfect sense.

“What’s with them?” Anakin asks, looking at the sleep deprived tableau and hoisting himself up and swinging one leg over Quin’s shoulder.

“This is your future,” Quin says gravely and Obi-Wan is catapulted to melting stone fire Darkness “You were supposed to be my Master!” yellow familiar eyes from a smoking alive corpse and the grief is ripping him apart “—see once you take your first assignments. The only places you’ll be is either here or the Archives.”

It’s been years since he last had a vision. It’s staggering, his heart thumping in his chest like a clock ticking down the inevitable countdown. But it’s not.

He looks over to Anakin who’s already watching back with wide eyes, the fear in his hands gripping onto Quinlan. “I won’t let it come to that,” he promises, fingers thudding together heavily but he’s still shaking off the vision and Anakin’s fear is a taste in the air by now. He can’t not make promises he only hopes he can keep.

Quinlan is silent during their exchange, gloved hands keeping hold of Anakin. The calculating look in his eyes a guarantee Obi-Wan is going to get cornered later.

“Do you like Depa being your Master?”

Let it be said, paranoia is a common infliction amongst Shadows.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin sighs, voice breaking with puberty and annoyance. “Depa is wizard. She’s amazing even though she’s signed me up to all these classes.”

Obi-Wan looks over all the models, plans, and concepts with added calculations. There’s a data pad displaying language modules and another proclaiming the joys of agriculture. “It’s almost all in the engineering field,” he signs.

“Which makes her so wizard. You’d never have me taking up gardening though,” Anakin adds sullenly.

Don’t yearn for things I cannot give you, Obi-Wan has thought a lot in the past few years as the Galaxy seems to slowly steep in Darkness.

“Knowing what can poison you is important,” he signs, feeling restless and helpless. The mission he’s finished two cycles ago may still reside in his bones.

“I’ll just bite back,” Anakin says, tongue sticking out as he connects wires to ports. He presses a button and the thing he’s been tinkering with since before Obi-Wan left starts to purr smoothly. “Now she can even juice cocadooms,” he says, satisfaction purring just as smoothly in his voice.

“Well done.”

“I know,” Anakin responds airily and swivels around to face Obi-Wan fully. “You’re lurking in the shadows again so let’s get this tradition over with: Depa is an awesome Master and maybe I sometimes wish you’d have chosen me but,” he adds loudly when Obi-Wan lifts his hands to protest, “I also sometimes daydream Master Tiin had chosen me because he’s got his own modded Delta-7.”

The paranoia settles down as Anakin waxes over how wicked the new wing box skins and sensor fusions are, no, truly, you should see them, Obi-Wan!

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thesassypadawan · 2 months

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Nice Little Chat (Padawan Anakin x MasterFemReader)

Summary: You don’t know when, but somewhere along the line…Obi-Wan’s precious padawan has become the object of your desire. He’s so cute and fuckable and you just want to spoil Anakin rotten…like the sweet baby boy that his is.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut. Tit fucking, mommy kink, and Ani’s big dick. Padawan Ani is of age (18).

Notes: This is a little different than what I normally write for Ani! So...input for it would very much be appreciated, if I should write more fics like this for him! Thank you!

“It’s over!” Anakin boldly announced, going in for what he thought was the finishing move.

“Not quite,” Obi-Wan said with a smirk. Sidestepping at the last minute, he used a gentle nudge of the force. Which sent Ani crashing to the floor, landing right in front of you.

You tried your best to stifle a laugh, not wanting to add insult to injury. But as you watched him clamber to his feet, that cute little pout on his face; you couldn’t help yourself. “You okay, Ani?”

“Fine,” he mumbled, refusing to look you in the eye. The slightest dusting of pink on his cheeks.

You don’t know when, but somewhere along the line…Obi’s precious padawan had become the object of your desire. From those plump lips to those big eyes, even that cocky smile. Everything about him made your body grow flush and a dampness pool between your legs.

Despite it being oh so very wrong…considering you were fifteen years older and one of his master’s dearest friends…you just couldn’t help but want him all to yourself. To spoil the sweet baby like he so deserved.

And from the way Anakin had been acting around you lately, it appeared that your feelings weren’t just one-sided. Although…

“Are you sure?” You cooed up at him, placing a hand on his bicep. “That was a bit of a nasty fall. Maybe I-”

“Said I was fine!” He growled, shaking you off. Grabbing his lightsaber, he then began to storm out of the training room. But not before shooting you one last yearning look.

…at times like this, it seemed like Ani was still fighting with his own.

“I’m so sorry!” Obi-Wan immediately started apologizing, while making to follow after Anakin. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him! Let me go talk-”

Taking hold of his arm, you stopped his departure. “No, I’ll go,” you said gently. “I think Ani and I need to have a nice, little chat.”

You didn’t give Obi the chance to protest or object to your offer, you just gave him a reassuring squeeze. “It will be all right; I promise.” And proceeded to make your swift leave, heading towards the one place you knew Anakin would go…especially with the tent he was sporting.

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Loosening your tunic, you shifted your breasts around a little. Making sure they were on full display, you then slipped inside Obi-Wan’s and his shared quarters.

Quietly you approached Anakin’s room. Pressing your ear to the door, you listened and waited for the right moment…that came when you heard soft, desperate whimpers and a very distinct fapping sound.

“Annni,” you called out sweetly. “Ani baby, may I come in?”

Not waiting for a reply, you quickly tinkered with the keypad. Unlocking the door and letting it slide open to reveal…

A very shocked…very red faced…VERY naked padawan sitting on his sleep couch.

“What the… Why didn’t you knock first?!” Ani shouted, his voice cracking a bit as he frantically scrambled to cover himself.

You licked your lips in anticipation. “Oh, I did,” you replied innocently. “You must not have heard over all those lovely noises you were making.”

“I… I…” His blush deepened and he began to squirm under your lust filled gaze. So cute…so fuckable.

“Baby,” you cooed. “Don’t try to deny it; I know perfectly well what you want.”

Sitting beside him, you placed your hand over his. Leaning forward just enough, so your plushy globes were practically about to spill out. “Now we both know you’re harder than a rock under this pillow. So why don’t you be a good boy and let mommy help you.”

“I’m… I mean…” There it was again, fighting with his feelings. Such a stubborn little padawan.

Using your free hand, you loosened your tunic a bit more. Letting him get a better view of your ample bust. “It’s okay. I just want to take care of you…make you feel real good.”

You watched as his eyes wandered down to your tits, they were blown so wide that you could barely see the blue in them. He swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing enticingly. “Please… Please, take care of me, mommy.”

His voice was barely above a whisper but hearing him call you that had your pussy absolutely dripping. “Say it again,” you muttered. “Louder this time.”

“Please,” he begged, shyly removing the pillow. “Please, take care of me…. mommy.”

“Oh, Ani.” You grinned at the sight before you. He was painfully hard, tip already leaking pre and, most importantly, he was a VERY big baby boy.

Biting your lip, you got up on your knees. Stripping off your clothes, you squeezed your breasts. Moaning softly and rubbing your legs together as you watched his cock twitch with interest.

“On your back, baby,” you purred, lips brushing across his.

“Yes, mommy,” he whimpered, obediently doing so…letting you mount him.

Taking a moment to enjoy the view, you bent down. Capturing his lips in a fiery kiss, muttering soft praises. “Good boy…such a good good good boy.”

Anakin melted into the kiss. Tongue licking shyly at your lips, asking for entrance. Not wanting to deny your sweet baby, you allowed him to do so. Surprised when he grabbed you with his big hands, pulling your hips to meet his.

You moaned softly into his lips, aching cunt rubbing against his cock. Needing more, you took his hands. Placing them on your chest, silently begging for him to touch you…to make his mommy feel good too.

Following your lead, he began to tweak your nipples. Rolling them between his lightly calloused fingers, making you whimper and shamelessly grind into him.

Breaking the kiss, Anii had let out a small whine. “More! Mommy, I need more!” He pleaded, thrusting up into you. Hoping you’d give him some kind of relief.

“More?” You teased, grinding against him harder. “You want more, baby? Tell me what you want, and I’ll happily give it to you.”

He squirmed underneath you, panting softly. “Your tits… Please let me fuck your juicy titties…”

You were surprised by his request. Your breasts, he really wanted to fuck your breasts? Well, if that’s what your sweet boy desired…

“You want to cum all over my juicy titties?” You purred, pulling away from Anakin. Your breasts nearly brushing his nose.

“Y-Yes,” he stuttered. Staring right at your chest, that adorable hint of pink on his cheeks. “P-Please let me f-fuck your tits.”

“Of course, whatever you wish,” you whispered softly.

Motioning for him to switch places with you, you lay on your back. Propped up on your elbows, beckoning him with your finger.

Ani happily crawled on top of you. Straddling your waist, he leans down to lap at your breast. His tongue running over your nipples and valley, thoroughly coating you with his saliva. All the while shivers ran up and down your spine. “Oh, baby,” you moaned.

Satisfied with his work, he sat back and stroked his dick. Lubing himself up with his own pre, he pushed your breasts together. And, with a cocky little smile on his face, he slid himself between your plushy globes. Causing you both to moan and groan.

His cock felt like heaven, so silky and warm against your skin. His thumbs, they skillfully played with your nipples as he steadily thrusted into your tits. “So good, mommy… They feel so good…”

“That’s it, baby, keep going,” you cooed lovingly up at him. “You’re doing such a great job. Making me feel sooo good.”

Your words spurred him on. His pace picked up and he began to snap his hips against you. Your tits bouncing in sync with his wild thrusts.

Looking up at Anakin, your eyes met. His face was flushed, bottom lip between his teeth. You can tell he’s trying to hold back his fast-approaching orgasm; the twitching of his cock gave it away.

“Ani,” you purred. Placing your hands over his, squeezing him tighter. “Be a good boy and cum for me. Paint my titties so prettily. Cover them with your creamy, hot cum.”

Throwing his head back, he let out a high-pitched whine. Movements becoming jerky and uncontrolled. Until finally, with one last sloppy thrust, hot globs of cum landed on your chest. Some on your neck and a bit on your chin.

You loved seeing the look of pure bliss on his face. They way his cum warmed your skin, it made pleasant shivers run up and down your spine. What a wonderful way to end your nice, little chat.

“Thank you, mommy,” Anakin muttered. Grinning proudly down at you as he admired the job he had done.

Rubbing his cum all over and into your skin, you couldn’t help but grin yourself. “You’re welcome, baby… Maybe next time you can cum in mommy’s tight, little pussy… But only if you’re good…”

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renlyslittlerose · 29 days

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My birthday gift to myself was working on my virgin Obi-Wan fic today~ So I thought I'd share a snippet.

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Obi-Wan wanted him. Desired him. Ached for him in the same ways that Anakin ached for Obi-Wan. A hunger coursed through him the likes of which Anakin matched, all consuming and insatiable. For a moment Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s longing, thick in his veins like honey and just as sweet. But there was also a bitterness beneath it all, catching at Obi-Wan anytime he indulged in thoughts ‘untoward’ - of the caress of curls against the side of Anakin’s neck and the shell of his ear; the trill of his laughter, the expanse of his neck and the moles that dotted his bronzed skin. And lower still, the flex of his shoulders and the curve of his spine, the spars trickle of hairs from his naval to the banding of his trousers.

And lower still.

“Please forgive me, Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispered.

“You love me,” Anakin whispered back.

Obi-Wan’s lips twisted into a sad smile. “I love you in all ways, Anakin. As a father would his son, a brother his own blood, and as a friend does his most cherished companion.”

“But you want me.”

“I… yes.”

“Then have me.”

Anakin was surprised by the steadiness of his voice. He was also surprised by how patient he was being, when every nerve and every vein of his body were screaming at him to act - to move and close the gap, burrow himself in Obi-Wan’s chest and around his heart and never, ever let go. To kiss him and love him and adore him - worship him - like he’d always deserved to be.

Obi-Wan was gripping his sheets, holding on to them as if they were the only thing keeping him in place. Anakin could hear his breathing through the warm space, catching every now and again as he grappled with his emotions; exacting, inspecting, feel them in all capacities and in all ways as a true Jedi should do.

“You’re off limits, Anakin,” Obi-Wan finally said, the strength to his voice making Anakin ache with fear.

He was slipping away. He was convincing himself otherwise.

“I don’t have to be,” Anakin said quickly. He scooted closer until their knees bumped and Obi-Wan was near enough to touch. His gaze flicked down to Obi-Wan’s sturdy, scarred hands. Workman’s hands, in another life. They twitched under Anakin’s inspection, as if to reach out. Looking back up, Anakin sucked in a deep breath. “I’m not off limits, Obi-Wan.”

“But you should be. You have to be.”

Even as he said it he was reaching for Anakin, one hand sliding across Anakin’s knee while the other went to cup his cheek. His thumb pressed into the space where Anakin’s braid had been not too long ago, shorn and overgrown now but still felt even now. Anakin leaned into the touch and climbed onto Obi-Wan’s lap, sinking himself down until Obi-Wan’s warmth was his own.

#obikin #lemon fanfiction

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thedarlingdearestdead · 7 months

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Fixing each other up:

Summary: Bandaging each other up after various missions, talking about your days.

Warnings: Quite fluffy <3

Word count: Short one! 950 words

“It’s not all my fault!” You say laughing as he lifts up your top and winces at your bruises. Both you and Anakin had finally snuck away from your various post-mission debriefs. Only now, in these moments of privacy were the two of you ever yourselves. Only now could you reveal your injuries to each other, and patch each other up.

You only did it for the minor stuff, well… the non-life-threatening stuff. Both of you had a habit of getting quite beat up when you were out and about in battle and rarely did you have the patience or the desire to visit the medical wing. So it had become a ritual. Once everything official had been taken care of, you would come back to one of your quarters and give each other the care and attention you needed. It wasn't just the physical closeness of patching each other up after missions, but the emotional closeness that came with it which made it so essential for the two of you to remain close and connected.

Tonight you thought perhaps you ought to have seen the doctors, judging by the look on Anakin’s face as he bared your bruised abdomen. It was pained and shocked. Though, by the way he had been limping on the trip over you assumed he had been a bit too reckless as well.

“Whose fault was it?” His voice was a low growl, not angry at you, but whoever had hurt you.

“Some nameless droid Ani, don’t worry.” He shakes his head and looks in your kit for some cream and bandages to pack over your bruises.

Anakin's fingers traced lightly over your bruised abdomen, a gesture filled with love and concern. "I hate seeing you hurt, Y/N."

"I hate seeing you hurt too, Ani," you replied, mirroring his sentiment. "But it's all part of the job."

He nodded, but there was a shadow in his eyes, a constant reminder of the internal struggle he faced as a Jedi. The fear of losing loved ones, and the pressures of the Jedi Code weighed heavily on his shoulders. It was moments like these that allowed him to find respite from his inner turmoil.

“What did they do? Throw you into a wall?”

“… Essentially.”

He groaned and that made you laugh, though that latest barely a second before you were flinching from the pain. “Easy, it’s ok.” He moved his hand from your stomach to steady your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your cheek as you calmed down. “I’ll grab you some painkillers.”

As Anakin headed to the cabinet to retrieve the medication, you examined his own injuries. His face was bruised and his gait was wonky. Concern flooded your mind as you watched him. You wanted to tend to his wounds, but he was always so stubborn about receiving help. And he wouldn’t dream of you even mentioning his wounds while yours were yet unseen to.

As he returned with the painkillers, you caught his eye and gestured towards his leg. "Let me take a look at those, Ani," you said softly. He hesitated for a moment, handing you your pills and a glass of water, making sure you swallowed them.

“Alright” He said. You gently guided him to sit beside you on the bed and started tending to his wounds.

"It's not as bad as it looks," Anakin assured you, but you knew better than to believe him. He always played down his injuries.

You found the necessary supplies and began to clean the wound. Anakin winced at the sting but stayed still, allowing you to work. As you bandaged his arm, he reached out and cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

You had been through so much together, and the bond between you had only grown stronger over time. As the two of you continued to tend to each other's injuries, you shared stories of the mission. Anakin told you about the droid battalion they had encountered, and you recounted your daring escape from a collapsing building. Your laughter and shared experiences made the pain more bearable.

“It was ridiculous, honestly. Obi Wan always bullies R2 but this was a simple elevator mishap, he was far too smug.”

You giggle, “Did he make another loose wire joke?”

“No but you could read it in his eyes.”

“Speaking of readings. Master Windu assigned me about a dozen files to read for our mission. Of course I read them all-“

“Of course.” He said amused.

“But none of it mattered because we were reassigned this morning.”

He sighs. “Let me guess, Windu called it a ‘valuable learning opportunity’”

“Well, there’s no such thing as useless information!”

“Ah yes, the ‘atmospheric density of Hoth’ will really come in handy one of these days.”

“It might!”

Anakin leaned into your touch, his lips forming a soft smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Y/N.”

You gazed at his beautiful face in the dim lights, his blue eyes shone. “You’d be much better acquainted with Master Che.”

“I don’t want to be better acquainted with Che.” His hand squeezes yours.

The two of you finished tending to his injuries, and you helped him back on his feet. The painkillers you had given him were starting to take effect, and he walked with less of a limp.

"Come on, Ani, let's get some rest," you suggested, guiding him toward the bed. "We've earned it."

He followed you willingly, lying down beside you. As you settled in, he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close. The weight of the galaxy's conflicts was momentarily forgotten, replaced by the comforting presence of each other.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #star wars prequels #star wars fandom #clone wars #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker #star wars fanfiction #star wars #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker x you

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antianakin · 3 months

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@theneutralmime

I don't believe Lucas himself has ever said this because quite simply it isn't true and it doesn't follow with the themes and messages Lucas put into Anakin's story. If you have a specific quote from Lucas you know about where he claims Qui-Gon could've kept Anakin from turning to the dark, feel free to let me know, but as far as I'm aware, he's never said it because it isn't true.

Plenty of OTHER people have said it, for sure, up to and including Dave Filoni. And there's probably a number of reasons for why they believe this.

Filoni seems to see the Jedi VERY critically as people who are elitist and too stuck in their ways to see the "truth", while Qui-Gon is enlightened and understands the "truth" better than anybody else. He thinks that this is the story TPM in telling and because Obi-Wan is a Perfect Jedi of sorts, it means that he can't really connect to or understand Anakin in a meaningful way, he's always going to try to make Anakin something he isn't and impose Jedi rules on him that are outdated and repressive in a way that Qui-Gon never would.

This is all complete and utter bullshit.

For one, Qui-Gon is only partly right. Yes, Anakin is the chosen one of the prophecy, but he DOESN'T have any concrete proof of this and the Council itself is right that Anakin's future is clouded and potentially dangerous. They're also right that Anakin isn't going to adjust well to the Jedi lifestyle which could make things difficult for him if they choose to waive the rules for him, something Qui-Gon is choosing to disregard. The whole point of the Council scenes in TPM is to showcase that they're BOTH RIGHT because Anakin at this point can go either direction in his life: he can fulfill the prophecy and become a hero, or he can turn to darkness and destroy the galaxy. Neither one is entirely right or entirely wrong in this situation because that's just... not the point. Qui-Gon is NOT more enlightened than the Council is in this instance even though he's not wrong about Anakin being a child of prophecy.

For two, even though Anakin would likely never be ENTIRELY comfortable with the Jedi lifestyle, I think it's undeniable that the Jedi teachings WOULD help Anakin with his emotional instability if they'd been able to do so without Palpatine's interference. This wouldn't ever get him to the point where he'd be a good JEDI, but it would get him to the point where he'd be emotionally healthy and balanced enough to recognize that this isn't the path he wants to walk and amicably chooses to leave the Order to pursue a life more suited to his needs and desires.

There's nothing in canon to support the idea that Obi-Wan struggles with training Anakin or that he has no idea what to do with him. The CLOSEST you get to that is Obi-Wan claiming to Luke in ROTJ that he thought he could train Anakin just as well as Yoda and that he was wrong, but this storyline got sort-of changed in the prequels when they swapped Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's positions in the narrative, taking the narrative of Obi-Wan being arrogant to something very different.

For three, and this is the biggest reason that this idea of Qui-Gon being able to save Anakin is complete and utter bullshit, the primary reason Anakin falls is because ANAKIN CHOOSES TO FALL. It's not about having a better teacher, there is NO other teacher Anakin could've had that would've kept him from falling because the entire POINT of the story is that Anakin made that choice all on his own. He DID have a good teacher, he WAS given all of the tools he needed to make a better choice, he just didn't want to use any of them because he's selfish and greedy and inclined towards attachments. Removing Anakin's agency in his own story by claiming Qui-Gon could've saved him destroys the entire POINT of Anakin's story. It HAS to be a choice Anakin makes DESPITE knowing it's the wrong choice to make or every single theme in Star Wars goes right out the window. There's no meaning to Anakin choosing to save Luke and sacrifice himself if it doesn't contrast Anakin choosing to sacrifice EVERYONE ELSE for power earlier. They're both HIS CHOICE and that's so so important. Qui-Gon being able to train him would change NOTHING. Anakin would still make that choice because it's the story Lucas wanted to tell. And this is why I'm like 99% certain that Lucas himself has never once claimed Qui-Gon could've saved Anakin because I KNOW he's said things in interviews where he specifically discusses that it was Anakin's choice because he's selfish and greedy. THAT'S the story Lucas was trying to tell and he'd never say otherwise.

Qui-Gon would not have saved Anakin, Obi-Wan was not a subpar teacher, and Anakin made his own damn choices and always would have regardless of who trained him.

#star wars #anakin skywalker #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical #qui-gon jinn #obi-wan kenobi #george lucas #dave filoni critical #filoni critical #filoni might CLAIM that lucas's intention was to say that qui-gon could've saved anakin #but that doesn't make it true #and it doesn't sound like something lucas would say to me

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obimaulartfire · 9 months

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Do you ever just...wake up and think about how Obi-wan was, for most of his life, Maul's reason to live?

Let me explain, and this is one of the main reasons I was drawn to ObiMaul in the first place. (long ramble below)

We're all aware of the events at the reactor fight, and it'd be an understatement to say it was a very hostile first encounter. But it's in the aftermath where the dynamic gets interesting.

Maul survived on his own, for years, with only his top half. As a former biology major, sometimes I think about how possible this would be in real life, if at all. It would be insanely uncomfortable at best, and impossible at worst. But through the excruciating pain, Maul survived, fueled purely by his intense hatred/obsession with Kenobi (and some star wars darkside magic, I'm sure).

Maul says this himself when first meeting Obi-wan again in season 4 of The Clone Wars:

"You would never imagine the depths I'd go to to stay alive, fueled by my singular hatred...for you."

Imagine being on the brink of death, with half of your circulatory system GONE, your heart beating irregularly, and your "lower half" being in constant pain, but still finding something to live for, and living...for YEARS. That's impressive. Hate-filled or not, it's hard to deny that for that time, thoughts of Obi-wan literally kept Maul alive for a decade.

Maul comes back to the series having been left for dead by Sidious, with spider legs he made himself, and no sense of time and a destroyed sense of sanity. Yet, he lives.

And additionally, revenge on Sidious is only second in his thoughts to his revenge on Obi-wan, even though Sidious is technically the one who left him for dead. Since Maul can't sit still, he did many other things during the Clone Wars in accordance with his own ambitions, likely to attempt to reclaim that part of his life that had been lost to Lotho Minor, but that's a tangent for another post.

He gets revenge on Obi-wan (I guess) by killing Satine, but even that isn't enough for him, as evidenced by the Satine hate shrine that we see in Rebels, when Ezra visits Maul's cave on Dathomir:

(on a side note, there is no sane heterosexual explanation for this^, I'm sorry/j)

Why would you keep a memento of someone you've killed? Why would you cross out their eyes? Maul didn't hate Satine that much, and it's my opinion that he did this because she was important to Obi-wan.

And that brings me to my next point: Rebels Maul

Y'all.... there's a reason the title of my blog is "Twin Suns Changed My Brain Chemistry", because I vaguely had feelings about these two in Clone Wars, but Rebels really cemented this dynamic for me.

I cannot emphasize enough that in Rebels, Maul thinks Obi-wan Kenobi is dead. Whether he got killed in Order 66 or when Vader and the Inquisitors started purging Force Users, there was maybe a .000001% chance that any Jedi, especially Obi-wan, would have survived that. And yet. When we enter Rebels, we find Maul on Malachor, stuck on the planet looking for the Sith holocron.

WHY is he trying to find the Sith holocron? In Maul's own words:

"As for me, I...seek something much simpler, yet equally elusive... Hope."

Hope? That surely isn't a Sith ideal. It's revealed later that the only reason Maul wants to combine these ancient artifacts is to learn whether or not Obi-wan Kenobi is alive. I shit you not.

This implies that Maul has had Hope that Obi-wan has been alive for what... 15 years? That's a long time. At this point, Maul may be like, 49 or 50. He has been fixated on Obi-wan for 30 years of his life. Thoughts of Obi-wan kept him going and going and going for 3/5ths of his life. Even when he thinks Obi-wan has died, he spends 15 years trying to find him, just hoping that he is alive. But for what?

It's unclear to me what Maul, in canon, really desires from Obi-wan. But one thing for sure is that Obi-wan acts as a...source of emotions for Maul. A source of feelings, and a reason to keep going through times that other characters would give up.

Other characters may have survived, but Maul lived because of Obi-wan. Through being bisected, the Clone Wars, being chased by Vader and the Inquisitors, and through periods of despair.

And before the end, he just wants to find his reason to live again, and dies in his arms.

#obimaul #obi wan x maul #i've been writing this for hours #i just have a lot of feelings #star wars headcanons #long post #sw rebels #swtcw #darth maul #obiwan kenobi #i'm so afraid to put my thoughts out there but tumblr is the perfect platform for that so #one day i really hope to capture the raw emotion in this duo bc i crave it and there's not a lot of content out there like that #thank you for coming to my ted talk

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aniharas · 3 months

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𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 | 𝘰𝘯𝘦

pairing: anakin skywalker x padawan!fem!reader

summary: you and anakin meet almost every other day to break the jedi code and indulge in each other's lust. but when you start noticing a difference in how he treats you after every hookup, you find it hard to decide if your secret relationship is good for either of you.

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!

Morning bloomed over the bustling city of Coruscant, the rays of sunshine peeking through every window and curtain, including your own. Typically, their warmth would have been enough to stir you awake. But you were already awake, and the warmth pouring from the window could never rival the warmth of the Jedi Knight lying beside you in bed.

You and Anakin have ended up like this every other night for around a month. After each tryst, every nerve in your brain screamed at your body to cease your meetings. It was wrong; you both swore an oath to live under the Jedi Code. It also would insult your master, Obi-Wan, who just so happens to be Anakin's master. If your relationship with him had been exposed, it would reflect badly on Obi-Wan.

But the way his fingertips grazed across your bare skin felt like a slow, sensual fire, and it would easily burn all your self-warnings and anxieties away. That feeling was befitting, as you felt that described Anakin perfectly. He was a slow-building fire, growing each second the more he gave in to his selfish desires. Knowing he wanted you like this filled you with satisfaction like no other. You loved enveloping all five of your senses in him. The scent and taste of sweat beading across his honeyed skin; his long, dirty-blonde locks in between your fingers as his lips enveloped yours; the sight of him gazing at you every time you laid beneath him, as if you were his first meal after months of starvation, his own shiny treasure after a decade-long journey. The sound of his heartbeat would slowly lull you to sleep on those nights, and it had you wishing it could be like that forever.

Of course, that was wishful thinking. Every night you met with him, you felt your attraction for him grow. At first, it was a small crush, but now your feelings for him were big enough to swallow you whole. Every waking thought was about him. When you were out on missions with Obi-Wan, all that consumed your mind was when you would get to see Anakin again. Even as he lay next to you at night, you would still see him as you shut your eyes. It was like he was a sickness, slowly creeping across every part of your brain until it drove you crazy. It was embarrassing to admit that you didn't necessarily want to recover from the sickness that was Anakin Skywalker.

That's why you dreaded every morning after your hookups. You hated how badly you wanted his attention, which was something you never received outside of those late-night divulgences. The same eyes that reveled in the curves of your body the night before would barely lay upon you in broad daylight. It ate you alive every time you glanced at him in the halls of the Jedi Temple, only for him to walk past you like you were a ghost. Every time he did look at you was nearly unrecognizable, his gaze cold and unforgiving, usually accompanied by a scolding that you didn't even deserve in the first place. You knew that absolutely nobody could know about what went on between you and him, but you believed he could spare a "hello" or two.

You shifted around in bed to take in the awe that was the resting Jedi beside you. Then came the dilemma of whether you wanted to wake him up or not. He had a lot of duties to attend to, but you could never quell your selfish desires for him. You decided to stay put and enjoy your last moments with him for the day, admiring how the slow-rising sun cast its light onto Anakin's skin, his bare body illuminated like a god's.

Unfortunately, the sun was enough to awaken him. The moment you saw him stir, you hastily adjusted yourself into a believable (and provocative) sleeping position and let your eyes flutter shut. You didn't dare take a peek, as you felt that Anakin would be able to feel your secret gaze. After you heard what sounded like stretching, the weight of the bed shifted. You weren't a fan of how cold you immediately felt in his absence.

Even though your eyes were shut, you had the feeling that he hadn't laid his eyes upon you yet. You heard his footsteps making their way across your room, the rustling of clothes hastily being put on. Anakin, look at me, you silently begged. Please talk to me. Wake me up. Do something, anything to let me know you acknowledge me. A few more footsteps. The sound of your door opening. The sound of it shutting.

Just that easily, Skywalker was gone without a word or a glance. Your vision blurred over, rapidly-forming hot tears dropping with every blink. You knew it was pathetic to cry, especially if you were supposed to be used to it by now.

But you allowed yourself to be selfish for one last time today as you quietly sobbed into your sheets, burying your face into where he laid minutes before. You took in his scent, memorized all the aches in your body from the night prior, mentally restarting the timer as to when you would see him again. This never-ending cycle seemed to be doing more bad than good, but you would rather let every building in Coruscant fall than lose what you had with him, even if it was slowly eating at you from the inside.

All you needed was to pass the time until the next time you met up with him. Master Kenobi just so happened to need your help today. Today you were going with your master to Kamino, in hopes to unravel a Separatist plot to halt clone production.

"What did I tell you about being so reckless, young one?"

You kept tending to Master Kenobi's minor injuries, hoping every compression or bandage would help steer away from his inevitable lecture.

The mission on Kamino had been more chaotic than expected, with droids flanking from the heavens and the seas. You weren't too sure as to why you were brought along only to pilot his spacecraft, but had you not been there, your master might have fallen to his untimely death.

"Master, if I recall correctly, my recklessness helped save you when you were hurtling towards the sea," you remarked, glancing up at Kenobi only to be met with a reprimanding, but worried stare.

"I owe you my life, but you mustn't confuse recklessness for bravery, padawan," he said, then moving to examine your own injuries. Obi-Wan wouldn't have been upset with you saving him had there not been relentless droid-fire at your spacecraft as you moved in to save him. Some of the droid-fire had scored your side and shoulders as you had pulled your master to safety. He took your medical supplies and began tending to you instead. "You take after Anakin a little too well. I'm beginning to wonder if I am the problem," he joked with a small smile, though his eyes told a different story.

It was true, you and Anakin were very similar. You both were late-bloomer Jedi, you being a Force-sensitive slave child discovered during a Separatist base raid. The Jedi Council, more specifically Master Yoda, decided you would be a powerful asset to the Republic, as you were well-versed in Separatist-tactics, war strategies, and new bases and equipment. Master Windu reluctantly suggested you receive Jedi training in order to protect yourself and eventually lead missions involving eradicating the Separatist party. Seeing Obi-Wan's success with training Anakin into a fine Jedi Knight, the Council thought it would be fitting for him to train you as well.

"Maybe you are the problem, seeing as you almost let your padawan die," a sharp voice cut straight through your thoughts, compelling you to sit up straight and keep your head down. Anakin had barged into the medical ward, making a beeline straight towards you and your master. Once again, his eyes never once met yours, his business strictly with Obi-Wan. Seeing his blatant ignorance of your presence filled you with dread like no other, stronger than any feeling or injury in the raid on Kamino.

"What were you thinking? I didn't bring my padawan, too much was at stake here," Anakin chastised arrogantly, his glare at his master felt by everybody in the ward. "(L/N) and Ahsoka are not ready for this type of assignment. They're not capable."

Was that all he thought of you as? Merely a toy to play with every other night, with no further power or significance? Silent anger bubbled up inside you once more, culminating in your tear ducts, threatening to spill at any moment. Your master noticed your discomfort, his features expressing concern before turning to his former padawan.

"I thought you would be better at reading the room, young one," Obi-Wan remarked with a sigh, taking Anakin by the shoulder and escorting him out of the ward. You watched them walk away forlornly, a single tear slipping down your bruised cheek.

"Could you get your hand off my shoulder?!" Anakin exclaimed erratically in the hallways, lurching his shoulder forward to rid itself of his master's hand. He knew he was never the best at settling his emotions, but this assignment had really put him on edge.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to be mad at Obi-Wan for asking you to come along or to be mad at you for accepting and pulling such a rash maneuver. No, he had every right to be upset at you. Knowing you were brought along put him on edge. Anxiety coursed through his blood with every step and slash of his lightsaber, seizing his muscles, and causing missteps and bad judgments.

The moment he had Separatist henchman, Ventress, cornered at the edge of the facility hangar, he knew the Jedi Council needed him to close in and make the arrest. However, he couldn't shake the thought of her escaping with you in the vicinity, so he made the order to execute her. Unfortunately, he was a second too late as she managed to escape.

Despite successfully defending Kamino and driving out the Separatists, Anakin couldn't bring himself to care about any of it. He hadn't seen you or his master since the Republic's forces first landed. With every droid he destroyed, every shot he deflected, he couldn't help but think that you were dead or captured. He tried his hardest to focus, but you invaded his mind the way the droids invaded Kamino, and Anakin didn't have much luck keeping you out as he did with the clone planet. He felt you in every corner of his body and brain, influencing his every thought, every movement. He knew he needed to report back to his own ship and inform the Council of the raid and the aftermath. He was going to, until he laid his eyes on you and Obi-Wan, both visibly injured and limping towards the medical ward. At that moment, it was like he was a man possessed, one foot stomping after the other like a madman. He seemed oblivious to all the clones, medical droids, and generals he shoved out of his way just so his path to you was clear. Alas, you were relatively okay, and now he was being lectured by his old master.

"With all due respect, Anakin, (Y/N) is my padawan to discipline, not yours. You don't see me scolding Ahsoka whenever she has her flashy ideas," Obi-Wan said, still ushering his former down the hall, far away from the medical ward.

It was almost like with every step he took away from the medical ward, the more strain it put on his body. It felt harder to breathe, harder to move. Every fiber of his being was tense, and you were the culprit.

"If she is your padawan, then you should do a better job of keeping her alive. Do you think I want to worry about that?!" Anakin bellowed, his eyes blown open as if he were a rabid animal. He didn't even realize he was shaking until Obi-Wan gripped him by the shoulders to steady him.

"(Y/N) is more than capable of handling these situations. If only you paid more attention to her, you would recognize that she is a reckless, growing talent, just like you."

Anakin fought the urge to laugh at his master for thinking he knew you better than he himself did. Obi-Wan would never know you the way he did. Pay more attention to her? You had planted yourself in his mind and taken root the moment you became Obi-Wan's apprentice. He was intrigued by your history and felt like he was drawn to you, dare he say bonded. From that point, it was only a matter a time before the stars that were Anakin Skywalker and (Y/N) (L/N) collided. The supernova that was your first night together had changed him, but he didn't know if it was for better or for worse. Frustrated at his master, he said nothing in response, trudging away to return to his duties.

Not amused, Obi-Wan let him escape the conversation, but not without getting in his last word. "You worry too much about someone you barely even give the time of day."

Anakin stopped in his tracks, suppressing the urge to fling his master back into the wall. Why must he always speak on things he knew nothing about? He had to keep away from you for his own sanity, for the sake of his role as a Jedi Knight. The late-night trysts were already enough to throw him off, what more if he had spent more time with you? What more if his eyes met your ever-curious, teasing eyes more than he had to? Any touch from you would make him unravel and leave him vulnerable. He hated how easily you had him wrapped around your finger, and he hated the fact that you didn't know it even more.

He had to be selfish with you, keeping you close during the nights and pushing you away anywhere else. You were part of the little faith that he had in the Republic, the faith he had in himself. You made him feel truly needed, desired, and loved. He was already falling for the hedge maze that was you, and if he tried to navigate you more, he would only end up more lost. However, thanks to Obi-Wan, he had to be even more selfish with you. He needed you alive, and he was willing to do whatever it took to keep you out of harm's way, even if it meant stunting your growth as a Jedi.

finally posting the very first anakin fic i ever wrote onto this site!! hope u enjoy and don't cringe at it like i do haha

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darthxdaddi · 1 year

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Helping hand

AnakinXFem!Reader

So I decided to kick things off with a padawan Anakin smut because I feel like he was a horny bastard while in training. He's also kinda creepy because why tf did he make monitoring Padme so off-putting? Im so down bad for these types of one-shots so I wrote one myself. I didn't really proofread so I'm sorry if there are mistakes

Really no plot. Just smut.

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI!) Padawn Anakin and reader (Reader and Anakin are 19), explicit sex, cunniling, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, praises from Anakin, dirty talk, masturbation fail, inappropriate use of the force, mirror sex, slight humiliation, also slight fluff at the end.

You had been frustrated for days. Every night after training, you come back to your quarters to attempt to alleviate your throbbing pain. Every time it's the same, getting so close to that high yet it vanishes. Anakin is all you think about. It's unbearable.

The tension is poisoning in fact. You desire him even if it's against the code, does he feel the same? It's a question you always ask yourself. Anakin is your best friend, only a few months older than you. The two of you have been inseparable since you were younglings. Everything you did, Anakin did it with you. He knows you like the back of his hand. He can read you perfectly, it's impossible to hide anything from him.

Hopping in the shower, you wash your body with Anakin's favorite scent. It was a warm, sugary sweet vanilla (sorry if you don't like vanilla) that he compliments every time you guys are around each other 'not to be weird, but you smell really good' he would say awkwardly. You used it just for him, rubbing it all over but focusing heavily on your chest and neck in hopes he could smell it better. Washing your hair, you finish up your shower before putting on your nightware. Which hugged you beautifully, showing off your curves. Lying in bed you begin to think of him. Your hands slowly creep towards your aching spot. He made you frustrated. Not being able to have him is sickening. You slowly brush your clit, wincing at the coldness of your finger tips. Thoughts begin to roll in. You remember the time Obi Wan had taken you guys to the lake for a vacation day. Seeing his toned body was almost too much to handle. You quicken your pace and apply more pressure. Damn it felt good, but only for a minute. Everytime you masturbate you lose your high. You think more explicit thoughts in an attempt to chase your euphoric release. Yet it never comes. Like clockwork a delicious pressure begins working at your clit. You were taken aback by the feeling, not knowing what to do. Soft whimpers escape your mouth. Out of pleasure and fear.

A chuckle came from a dark corner by the door. Anakin slowly walked out from the darkness in his night robes, his fingers still swirling in the air as he approached you. He paused only for a second to swipe the door shut with the same hand, "Need a helping hand?" He said with a smirk. Were you dreaming? Is this real? You whined at his words. "I can read you like an open book Y/n, you want me so badly that you come into your quarters every night after our training ends to masturbate to me. Your own best friend" he said tisking. "Ani-" you finally choked out. He just shook his head at you, "So adorable. I really can't stand it" he said with a grin on his face. Anakin practically pounces on you. He kisses you hungrily and you of course accept it. His fingers quickly replace the phantom pressure. You whimper at the feeling of his finger tips that were cold to the touch. You deepen the kiss, tangling your fingers in his short, sandy hair. Anakin quickens his pace, earning a sweet moan from you. He smirked against your lips as you bit at his. His fingers travelled further down, circling your dripping hole. "Anakin, please! Please stop teasing me!" You cried out, bucking your hips in hopes to soothe your throbbing cunt. He quickly moved his hands away. "Don't be greedy Y/n" he said slapping your pussy. You winced at the stinging sensation. He looked at you and shook his head with a smile, "Be a good girl and let me take care of you, hm?" He cupped your face and kissed you. You only nodded shyly at him.

He pushed his middle finger in your cunt, thrusting it in and out painfully slow. Anakin enjoyed the look plastered on your face, you shut your eyes bit your lip at the agonizing pace. He finally gave in after a few pumps and added another finger. Anakin curled his fingers against your plush walls, smiling at your face that began to contort as your mouth opened to an 'O'. He was searching for something but what was it? He pushed around on several spots before he found it, your sweet spot. You held onto his bicep for support as it was almost too much to handle. A lewd moan erupted from your mouth as picked up his pace. He attacked your neck, kissing and sucking lightly. He made sure there were no marks as it could lead to trouble. Anakin pumped harder and faster until an unusual pressure built up in you, "Ani" you whined. "Hmm" he hummed, smirking into your neck. "I-" you words were interrupted by the overwhelming feeling engulfing you. With a few more pumps, you squirted all over yourself and Anakin's robes. You quickly covered your face in embarrassment. You thought you had pissed yourself seeing that you had never even came to your own fingers before. "Why are you covering that pretty face?" Anakin said, using his mechanical hand to move your hands away. You looked away from his gaze. "Y/n what just happened what completely normal. Have you ever squirted before?" His eyebrows were furrowed. "No, I've never even finished before..." You answered quietly. He just chuckled and slowly sunk his face down to your heat. He immediately licked a stripe up your pussy, his nose hitting your clit. Anakin started making out with your hole. You snapped your hips up in response to his actions. His tongue dipped into your slick as he fucked you with it. Whimpers and moans melodically poured from you as he began to work on your clit. "Oh Ani" you sighed in complete bliss. He added two fingers to the mix which drove you crazy. Anakin continue fingering you and synchronized his licks with his pumps. You were in heaven. The pleasure came to an abrupt end as he backed away from your cunt. You whined at the sudden loss of his fingers and tongue.

"Let's change that shall we, whiny girl?" He said chuckling at you, referring to what you had said earlier. He sat up from his position and took of his robes. You were shocked at the sight in front of you. His dick stood hard and tall right in front of you. He had nothing on underneath. Not even sleep pants. A small groan came from your throat. The thought of his length being inside gagged you. Anakin was large to begin with. He towered over most people as he stood at 6'2. His shoulders were broad and muscular like the rest of his body. You felt like a mouse in this moment, and Anakin was like a cat ready to prey on you. Both of you enjoyed the size difference, admiring each other intently. Anakin massaged your thighs as you took of your night gown to join him in the intimate moment. This time he groaned seeing you. Anakin wasted no time hooking his hands under your legs to spread them. He wiggled his way between your legs and started rubbing his dick against your cunt to lubricate his tip, "You're so messy, I absolutely love it" he said attaching his lips to yours. Anakin pushed in slowly while his fingers circled your clit in an attempt to distract you from the slight pain of his cock stretching you out. He quickly kissed you to muffled out the noises you made, slowly thrusting in and out if you. Soon the pain subsided and the pleasure engulfed your body. Once he knew for sure the pain went away, he pushed the rest of his length in. Anakin thrusted quickly and smiled in the crook of your neck, "You smell so good baby." You smirked realizing your idea worked.

As his thrusts quickened and became more intense, Anakin started pushing your legs further back until they were practically pinned right by your head. He did this to thrust deeper into you. "Your taking me so well darling. Who's a good girl for me?" He said kissing your neck. You only hummed at his words as you were almost too embarrassed to answer his question. "Who is it baby? C'mon use your words." Anakin cooed, trying to coax it out of you. "Me..." You said bashfully. "Hmm? I need you to speak up" He said, fucking you harder. "Me!" You groaned out. Anakin looked you in the eyes and grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him, "But you're also a slut for fucking yourself to the thought of your best friend" He practically spat in your face, flipping the two of you around to face the mirror sitting at the foot of your bed. "Now you are going to watch yourself get fucked by your best friend, whom you are a slut for" he said in a cocky tone, even snickering at you. You buried your face in the sheets to prevent eye contact in the mirror. Anakin just laughed at your embarrassment, found it amusing and hot in fact. He spared you no time to adjust. He snapped his hips hard and quick as he fulfilled his promise of fucking you like a slut. Anakin grabbed your throat and forced you to meet his gaze through the mirror. "I said watch, whore" He growled at you this time. His attitude towards the situation changed. It was no longer sweet and romantic, it was lust driven. You looked at him in the mirror with your mouth hung wide open. It was almost unbearable to keep your eyes open, the feeling was too much. You began to cry out of pleasure. You felt too good and couldn't express it any other way. Words were uncomprehendable in this moment. Anakin's demeanor quickly changed again, "Y/n darling, are you okay?" He stated in a worried tone. He slowed his pace down waiting for your answer. "Yes! Yes I'm wonderful Ani. Please. PLEASE fuck me harder" you finally cried out. Without hesitation Anakin was full throttle again, spreading your ass cheeks to get deeper access. This time you watched his abs flex as he destroyed you. It was so hot. You bit your lip not realizing he was watching where you where focused. Anakin grabbed a fist full of your hair and brought your face right next to his. He kissed you passionately as he used the other hand to grab at your ass, squeezing and massaging it. Anakin lightly slapped it a couple times, earning soft moans from you.

You began to sweat. You clench around his dick as an unfamiliar build up arised in your abdomen. Anakin let go of your hair knowing what was about to happen. He fucked around in different spots until he heard a sharp moan come from you, "Right there Anakin!" You cried out. He grabbed onto your hips and continued his pace. Grunts and groans came from Anakin as he was started to catch up with you. "You're doing so fucking good baby. Cum with me, cum with your best fucking friend". Anakin bellowed out. Those scandalous words sent both of you over the edge. He placed his hands down to give you something to hold onto. "I love you Ani!" you whined out as Anakin milked himself inside you. Your hands were holding onto his so tightly your knuckles were white. The room echoed with the sounds of moans and skin slapping. He continued to fuck you until you came with everything you had in your body. Legs shaking, your euphoric orgasim subsided as Anakin pulled out of you. He turned you around and kissed you. The kiss was sweet and genuine. Not like the other hungry kisses you two had shared moments ago. You pulled away and began to get up from your position to retrieve a towel. Anakin stopped you immediately, "Where do you think you're going? I caused the mess did I not?" He said getting up to grab a towel. He cleaned you up first, then himself. "Wanna sleep over? It will be like old times" you giggled. "I'd love that actually" he said smiling at you. Anakin dressed you back up in your night shirt and then put his robes back on. You got under the blanket and opened the other side for him to join you. Anakin wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. "Oh and Y/n..." He said softly. "Yes?" You responded back. "I love you too". He stated, caressing your hair and placing another kiss on your forehead.

#I can't believe I posted this #hayden christensen #anakin smut #im so scared rn #I'm new to this pls go easy on me #star wars oneshot #anakin x fem reader #padawan anakin #padawan reader

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merrysithmas · 2 years

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Obi-wan and Padme as willfully obtuse rivals

Saw this Take on reddit the other day (I know) but I thought it was so perfectly written and captured exactly the dynamic I always felt Obi-wan and Padme to have. I never saw them as friends (and frankly I don't think the on-screen text supports them as friends). They certainly aren't enemies! They share a friend, they share traits, they even share respect for one another - but they are not in league with one another, and importantly they share a subtle current of mistrust for each one another.

Obi-wan outright states he does not trust politicians, Senators in particular. Padme willingly marries a Jedi which is against the Order and Senate's codes of conduct, and blatantly lies to Obi-wan for years. Obi-wan never confronts Padme about his concern for Anakin despite his growing observation of Anakin's instability. They both prefer, in a way, to pretend the other does not exist. Compartmentalized.

Padme and Obi-wan represent, thematically, a dual influence on Anakin - one he must famously choose between Jedi or Senate (spoiler alert: he ends up choosing himself, Sith). It is worthy to note that they hardly ever interact themselves - this is done on purpose.

It is essential for the tragedy narrative that Obi-wan and Padme do not collide and rarely interact with one another. It is their own personalities which ensure this. Years of subtle feigned ignorance between them and purported respect coupled with disinterested avoidance.

The two are almost eerily similar in their delusions (Padme is naive, Obi-wan is arrogant - yet neither believe they are), they overlap almost constantly in Anakin's life, but on their own they rarely interact together. They stubbornly refuse, both knowingly and unknowingly, to ever truly confront one another about this dangerous tug-of-war they are engaged in with Anakin as, for lack of better term, the object of their desire. Yet they are not, emphatically, a love triangle. Anakin is the prize. The Jedi and the Senate are competitors.

These negative aspects to their characterizations propels the Tragedy Narrative with Anakin/The Chosen One as the McGuffin forward. Neither the Jedi nor the Senate are willing to see the truth about Anakin, and both keep their intentions with him secret. Like Padme and Obi-wan, the Jedi & Senate never wanted to admit Anakin's fate might be multifaceted and linked to many different power structures, so instead they seek to direct him on their own.

Anakin as the Chosen One was essentially the harbinger of a message: the Order and Senate need to be dismantled and refurbished. They were corrupt - the same as Padme and Obi-wan (as figures in a Tragedy). But neither side could admit that.

Padme marries Anakin secretly and intends to take him away from a life of service (when she knows he is deeply conflicted about this, & she marries him when he is struck with unstable grief over Shmi), and Obi-wan is seemingly very aware the Council does not trust Anakin and is keeping him on the outside because of fear of his abilities (when he knows Anakin desperately wants to know the truth) - both of these things intend to direct Anakin, unknowingly. Anakin isn't getting what he needs in either direction, nor is he providing it. Nor is the Force - stuck in limbo between these two forces of "good" which are shutting out Skywalker from himself and each other.

Neither Obi-wan or Padme ever consider confiding in one another about this for years, nor does the Jedi & the Senate. It's because they do not want to. It's because deep down they do not trust each other, and importantly, they do not trust each other with Anakin. Despite pleasantries with one another, that mistrust is always there implied in the narrative. The only place Anakin overlaps in this realm is the War.

The war ending is almost unfathomable - because who will "win" Anakin? Anakin enjoys being a general in the War because he can fight for both the Jedi and the Senate, beside Obi-wan who is, ultimately, his true friend despite the struggle, and for Padme as a princess ideal on a distant planet. With the Jedi who he desperately wants to be (though they shut him out) and for the ideal of the Senate (but not truly having to deal with its realities). He is his happiest during the war - though it is an temporary balm, an illusion of inner peace.

Obi-wan and Padme orbit Anakin, each with their own gravitational pull -- Anakin is obsessed with and bound to Padme because of his trauma regarding Shmi (not, arguably, because of genuine selfless romantic love), and Anakin is duty-bound and desperate for Obi-wan's approval (despite, truthfully, having ideas and aspirations way outside the Jedi Code and Order). His fate with both of them is on a collision course for destruction from the get-go.

In the story, neither Obi-wan nor Padme end up being the final keeper of Anakin (Luke and Leia). Padme's death can be looked at as a narrative choice to show that Anakin's and Padme's relationship was founded on unstable principles (Shmi). Yet, he could not leave his soul in the hands of the Jedi (Obi-wan) either, and so destroyed them. Anakin's soul, the Chosen One, ends up in the hands of Bail Organa of Alderaan and the Lars family of Tatooine.

In the end, the children need protection from Vader. Vader of course represents the instability in both systems of Good (Senate and Jedi) and the Sith taking advantage of that. How the powers of Good can easily fall to the powers of Evil when they are divided, secretive, and especially when they seek to control for their own self-gain. I.e. Padme marrying Anakin, and Obi-wan being unable to admit Anakin's mistrust of the Jedi was founded.

Obi-wan and Padme are forced to finally confront one another upon Anakin's destruction. They are forced, in a way, to admit they played a part in it - specifically. The fact that Obi-wan essentially becomes the twins' defacto parent becomes all the more poignant because of this. Obi-wan and Padme, for lack of a better term, become one another's problem at last.

Obi-wan and Padme's dynamic is extremely interesting, and they do see one another as intellectual equals, even admire one another for their skill, but this admiration falls very quickly to their subtle mistrust of one another.

In the end, in OWK, it's obvious Obi-wan fondly recalls Padme with more than a little regret. He recalls a woman, who like him lost everything (and more, her own life!). In the kids, Luke and Leia, he sees hope for a better government (Leia) and a better Jedi order (Luke) - an answer to the mistakes of two parallel but unconnected people - Padme and himself.

The fact that the children are twins is a hopeful sign the future of the galaxy will be in harmony, not opposed to one another, as with the symbolism of he and Padme.

Leia and Luke are miraculously, as per the Force, a chance to redo both the Senate and the Jedi - a gift that could only be possible as the children of the Chosen One, Anakin Skywalker.

The person they both loved wrong and lost.

#anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #luke skywalker #leia organa #obikin #anidala #this isnt anti anything i just like to observe themes and dynamics and symbolism!#they are all deffo messed up and i love it and that's why it's called a #✨Tragedy✨

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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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gffa · 4 months

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Realizing that I think I've read probably 80% of the High Republic stories is wild because honestly I thought I was barely halfway, but the stories go faster than I expect them to. There's a lot of good I have to say about the High Republic stories, they're surprisingly fantastic at all the moving parts of the story, that through books and comics and audio dramas and multiple authors writing all of it, it does feel like multiple points of view on a singular created universe, they really got their continuity shit together. They're also very easy to read, I can pick them up at any time, and while I have my issues with the whole thing, I will say that more than half of the books have left me feeling like I want more once I've finished them, that I'm definitely ready to pick up the next one. The issue I have though is that I cannot get over that the whole project feels like a palette swap of the prequels story--the Jedi philosophy is the same, the Jedi abilities are the same, the Jedi's interaction and treatment from the galaxy are the same (put on a pedestal by some, reviled by others, they usually make friends wherever they go, the political entanglements are almost exactly the same), the reasons they're drawn into a large-scale battle are exactly the same, the conversations they have about why they've joined this fight are the same, the technology of the era is almost exactly the same, etc. This works great for me in a lot of ways, because you couldn't have handed me a better example of why the Jedi were doing their best in the prequels and how they were good people, I couldn't have asked for anything more to demonstrate my case except for maybe a silver platter to deliver it all on. But it also keeps me from connecting with the story as uniquely its own, because how am I supposed to care about a character when they're so clearly patterned off Obi-Wan or when half the cool things about them are a nod to Mace? How am I supposed to get invested in a character when the majority of their personality is made up of quirks or that they're the bestest ever ever ever, rather than giving them any kind of bite as a person? I have had zero desire to read fic about any of these characters, which tells me a lot about how much I care about them as characters, instead of plot points. Would I recommend these books and comics? I think so, they're fun, I'm genuinely having a good time, but also at least half the reason I'm reading them is so I can quote them for my Jedi Citations project. They often lack any real bite, but that's an overall Star Wars books problem that's not unique to these ones and, eh, lots of people are super in love with these books and I can see why, it's entirely possible I just am too deep into Prequels Brain so I can't get past that basically half of what's going on in these books is a retread of the prequels' plot points and worldbuilding.

#lumi.txt #star wars #the high republic #meta

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frostbitebakery · 29 days

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LOUD.

part one two three four five six seven eight

“So you thought sacrificing a Jedi was the,” the deep breath Obi-Wan has to take to remain calm shakes through him like rolling thunder, “right choice?”

“I,” Quinlan starts and stops. Hunches his shoulders and disappears into himself. “Yes,” he whispers after a long pause.

So it wasn’t the only choice but the right one. Oh, Quin, he wants to ask, when did it start?

“Walk with me, Master Vos.”

Some members of the Council huff in annoyance. But once in a while he’s got to throw his weight around as Head of the Order and this is one of such times.

Yoda and Depa wear the exact same expression on their faces which, he admits, is disconcerting whenever it happens. They know what he’s doing using Quinlan’s rank rather than his name only.

Obi-Wan looks ready to protest when they push through the Council Chamber’s doors but Mace quiets him with a raised brow. Obi-Wan’s eyes bore into him, so distressed Mace can see the plans forming in his gaze should the Council come to a decision he doesn’t agree with. And then he seems to just vanish. It’s only after, when Mace looks back to the spot Obi-Wan stood, that he realizes he was watching his step for a split second and it was enough for Obi-Wan to disappear.

Shadows.

“He won’t make any…trouble,” Quinlan starts and tapers off. “Sorry,” he murmurs, “forgot who I was talking about.”

Mace nods to that, pushes Obi-Wan’s impression to Depa through their bond. She will keep an eye on him.

It’s a bit of a walk to the Room Of A Thousand Fountains. Perhaps a closer destination would have been more favorable but Quinlan is visibly on a hair trigger.

They walk in silence.

Mace doesn’t know if that’s what Quinlan needs now that he’s an adult, time to gather himself and his thoughts. Or if the quiet winds him up more.

A look behind and a gentle hand through the Force prove no further insight, and he lets it rest until they arrive.

“When I was young,” he says, crossing his legs and wiggling around until he is cushioned by grass and moss, motioning for Quinlan to do the same, “I wanted to be a Shadow.”

It has the desired effect. Grey eyes fly up to his face as the rest of Quinlan’s body topples into the moss.

“Of course, I didn’t know that’s who they were,” he continues.

Shadows had always been an open secret in the Order. It was taught to keep the knowledge about the mere existence of Shadows within the confines of the Temples. No one confirmed their identity for their own safety but knowing what to look for let him spot them.

Not an easy feat at all. One which had him believe that his observance would bring him favor once it was his time to connect with a Master.

Shadows moved differently, saw the world differently. They moved, somehow, behind the Force, through the waves of it. They observed its entirety with knowledge Mace had longed for. They connected with the Force in a way that seemed so other. They were the watchers of the Force, looking for signs of rising Darkness.

It all had seemed rather fetching, to Mace. Silent fighters against the Darkness, unacknowledged but revered. Helping in ways his youthful mind had seen as… active, during peace times. Keeping the Force in balance by rooting out the Dark.

“Master Tholme had been very, very annoyed with me,” Mace recounts to a bewildered Quinlan. “I loved the seeming theatrics of being a Shadow,” he confesses and watches in amusement as Quinlan blinks at him in disbelief, mouthing “theatrics?” to himself. “In the end, that was not the path for me.”

It had been difficult to accept that. He had struggled. But looking back it had been the right choice for him.

It had led him to Vapaad.

“I felt I was still fighting the Dark,” he explains, “by using it against itself.”

Quinlan pulls up his legs, hugs them to his chest, and Mace is reminded of the Padawan who had watched him train from the shadows. Copying his moves, trying to make them make sense for himself, before he approached Mace and asked him to teach the form. “I know you’re better than me,” he mutters into his knee.

Mace stifles the urge to interrupt and correct, and lets Quinlan say what he needs to.

“You withstood the Dark. I Fell as soon as it got hard.” He says it casually, shrugs a shoulder in defiance, but the gravity, the enormity crashes over him soon enough. Cages him in, and his eyes go wide, go blank. “I Fell.”

There’s always a moment of utter helplessness when you see someone you watched growing up, who is dear to you, shatter into pieces. Seeing Quinlan break apart like this, it tears at Mace’s heart.

He stretches out his presence in the Force. Holding out a hand in comfort should it be needed.

Quinlan latches on like a drowning man and soon Mace has his arms closed around the shaking body, sobs wrecking through Quinlan.

“What will the Council decide?” Quinlan asks his boots.

“There are options,” Mace offers after a second. “You can leave,” he says and holds onto his calm as Quinlan flinches. “Given your situation, we will offer the help you need. But we won’t stand in your way if you decide to leave the Order.”

He counts the choices, and the consequences. If Quinlan stays, he is forbidden from taking on a Padawan until he’s deemed stable. He will lose his place with the Shadows. No more missions. Not until the Order can trust him again at least.

“Oh, if that’s all,” Quinlan says flippantly, voice cracking around despair.

“It won’t be easy,” Mace allows, “but you know us, you know your family. Regain trust in yourself and we soon shall follow.”

“She wanted to know who my Master was,” Quinlan says, playing with one of the many straps hanging off his clothes. “It was the moment I woke up from what I’ve been doing.”

After killing Lora. Mace isn’t sure if Quinlan was there at the burial.

“I told her and gave her the coordinates.”

Which is a surprise to Mace. “Master Beyaz has been with the Force for three years now.”

The slightest of smirks tugs at Quinlan’s mouth. “She died after Dooku left so he doesn’t know. His intel is outdated and Ventress is on the hunt for a dead Jedi while we know exactly where she is.”

Clever boy.

#loud au #mace windu #quinlan vos #my wips

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Still Hungry (Knight Anakin x PadawanFemReader x Master Obi-Wan)

Summary: What happens when you’re forced to share living quarters with your new, roguishly handsome, master and his former, insufferably good looking, padawan… Well, let’s just say, that after everything is said and done…you’re still hungry.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. Threesome and Ani and Obi’s big dicks. Padawan reader is of age.

Notes: A little something for @cacti5539! I tried my very best to get in all your wonderful details! Hope you like it!

- If things weren’t bad enough already…

- First your now former master had decided to abandon the order in the middle of the night. Leaving you, well, masterless and in need of a new one.

- Then you were, as the council classified it, temporarily reassigned (pending a trial period) to the infamous Obi-Wan Kenobi. That wasn’t entirely all bad, considering how intelligent and cunning...very charming and very handsome…he is.

- After which led to you having to move in with him. Not that you are complaining since you do have quite the crush on the older man.

- And finally, the not so little matter of…Obi’s previous, insufferably good looking, padawan refusing to leave. Meaning the two of you are stuck sharing a tiny room…meaning you have zero privacy…meaning Anakin (or someone else) could just barge in on you at any given time.

- Today just so happens to be that any given time…

- “Both?” You whisper, a look of surprise on your face. You had been lounging on your sleep couch. Fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing more than your slightly damp towel. You thought you were alone, for once, in your shared quarters, when the door suddenly slid open.

- “Yes, both, padawan of mine,” Obi-Wan mutters, his hand cupping your cheek affectionately. “We both desire you.”

- “And we both need you badly, angel,” Anakin adds, brushing his oozing tip against your other one. “So what do you say? Want to give it a go?”

- You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want this. Ironically enough that was what you were about to do before they came storming in, in all their naked glory. Fantasize of all the filthy things the duo would have and do to you. “All right,” you bite your lip, letting the towel fall from you body. “Let’s do this.”

- Turning your head towards Ani's massive cock, you dive right in. Licking a trail from his heavy balls to his fat head. Your small hands circling and grasping the base. Slowly stroking him and suckling on his tip. Moaning at the taste of his salty pre, while gazing up at him innocently.

- At the sight of you, Anakin let’s out a low groan. His hips stutter as his organic hand laces through your hair, guiding your movements. His mecho hand fondling your breast, your nipple hardening under his cool touch. “That’s it, right like that.”

- “Come here, little one. Your master has something for you,” Obi coos, leading your free hand to his own colossal dick. Blindly you begin to pump him, setting a steady rhythm between them.

- Ani growls softly as you hollow your cheeks. Bobbing up and down, you take a bit more into your mouth with each stroke. Your hand attends to the inches that you can’t manage to fit.

- Swirling your tongue around his tip, you feel him start to twitch. His fingers tugging on your hair hard, forcing you to take more of him. “So good, hatari. You feel so good.”

- Shuttering, Anakin shot his hot cum down your throat. Curses falling from his lips as he jerks his hips into you. Filling your stomach more and more with his sticky seed.

- “Kriff,” Ani moans. Pulling out of you, he hooks two fingers under your chin. Tilting your head up, he flashes you a small smirk. “Can’t believe you drank it all up. Must have been hungry.”

- You give a tiny smile and nod. “Was delicious, Ani.” All the while still slowly pumping Obi-Wan.

- “Then I know you’ll absolutely love mine,” Obi mumbles, turning your face towards him.

- “I bet your cum tastes so sweet, master,” you purr. Placing a tender kiss to his drooling tip, you greedily take him into your mouth. One hand massaging his big balls, the other squeezing and stroking what you can’t manage to fit. Trying your best to not gag.

- Caressing your cheek, praises spill from Obi-Wan’s lips. “Wonderful. You’re doing so well. But, come now, I’m sure you can do even better.”

- With a snap of his hips, he thrusts himself the rest of the way in. Making you gag as his tip hits the back of your throat over and over. Your nose pressed flushed against his abdomen.

- You can feel the tears stinging the corners of your eyes, while you will yourself to remain still for Obi. Reveling in the delightful burn as he thoroughly stretches out your poor, abused throat. As you begin to struggle to breathe.

- “Master is sorry, dear one,” he says sweetly. Wiping a tear away. “I just couldn’t resist feeling your velvety walls clench around me.”

- His hand comes to rest on the back of your head as his pace speeds up. “Now be a good girl and be sure to not waste a single drop.”

- You hum in ecstasy, lips vibrating around his cock. As he pumps wad after wad of his heavenly cum into you.

- Releasing his hold on you. Obi-Wan slips himself out of your mouth. Groaning at the sight of your messy, blissed out face. “Perfect, darling. You were absolutely perfect.”

- Dazedly you look up at Ani and Obi. Seeing that they are both painfully hard, you lick your swollen lips…hands rubbing your slightly bloated tummy. “You know, boys, I think I’m still hungry.”

- “Good,” Anakin says smugly. Stroking himself, staring at you with that damn wicked grin.

- “Because we’re still very full,” Obi-Wan chuckles. Sliding behind you on the sleep couch, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist.

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