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sendpseuds · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday - What the Fuck, Obi-Wan?

A little sneak peek at my entry for the More to Love Challenge and the strange sequel to Go Fuck Yourself Obi-Wan.

Enjoy 🖤

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“Now, please, darling” Obi-Wan murmurs between kisses, “Tell me what it is you’ve been thinking about.”

A small hot blaze of embarrassment flares up in his chest, but Obi-Wan is kissing him again, those delicious lips sucking on his jaw and Anakin thinks maybe it’s worth a shot.

“What if—” he tries again, letting his eyes fall closed as Obi-Wan trails burning kisses down his neck, “What if what happened between you two still happened, but—” Anakin stalls for a moment, then sharp teeth nip at his throat and the rest of the words tumble out, “but I was there too?”

Obi-Wan stills and Anakin wants to melt into a puddle on the floor.

“You—” he stutters out, pulling back, not far enough to put any real distance between them, just enough to look the younger man in the eyes, one hand still holding firm to Anakin’s hip, the other pressed against his back, “Are you saying that you want to have a threesome?”

The way Obi-Wan emphasizes the word you in no way affects Anakin’s rushed response.

“Yeah?”

It comes out more as a question than an answer and when Obi-Wan raises a skeptical eyebrow, Anakin doubles down.

“Yes.”

“Well then,” Obi-Wan says after a moment, not even attempting to hide the surprise in his voice, “I suppose that could be arranged. If it’s what you really want.” For a long moment, Obi-Wan just looks at him, studying his face for cracks in that confident veneer before adding, “I could just ask—”

“No!” Anakin blurts out before Obi-Wan can say a name he’s certain he doesn’t want to hear — frankly, it could be literally any name and Anakin would not want to hear it, “No, that’s not— No.”

Anakin takes a deep breath, letting his eyes fall shut so he doesn’t need to see the knowing glint in Obi-Wan’s eyes even as he tries to hide the ‘that’s what I thought’ written all over his face.

“I don’t want to be with anyone other than you,” the knight says quickly, shaking his head slightly like they can’t actually be having this conversation and Anakin will wake up at any moment, trying to remind himself that he can tell this man anything, “But he—”

To Anakin’s great relief, Obi-Wan finishes the thought for him.

“But he is me.”

He can’t help but look up then, pulled to that mesmerizing gaze like shrapnel to a magnet and those wide eyes are brimming with wild curiosity and burning desire and some of that terrible insecurity begins to wash away.

“Yeah,” Anakin breathes, feeling the pink on his cheeks begin to creep down his neck when a smile curls the other man’s lips.

“Oh, he would have been thrilled to get his hands on you.”

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syndxlla · 2 years

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All is Fair in Love and War

(But I can’t take this anymore)

Chapter One “I’d Do Anything You’d Ask Me To.”

Summary: Six years later, Din walks the streets of the busiest city of Tatooine, waiting for something—or someone—to inspire his fate.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word count: 2k, NO USE OF ‘Y/N’

Warnings: SMUT BABY (oral sex M receiving), swearing, mentions of alcohol, canon-typical violence

Author’s Note: Yeeehaw I don’t really have a note LOL sorry. Also btw this story isn’t gonna have a new moodboard for EVERY chapter like MTL does, it will only change when something major in the story calls for it :)

Prologue

Masterlist

Tatooine, Bestine City, 0 ABY

Din Djarin walks through the beige and sun-damaged walls of the ancient capital of Tatooine. He can hear the excited whispers of a rebellion in the inner rim of the galaxy, but doesn’t care much about it. He stretches his neck, rolling it from side to side as he tries not to think too much about the heat.

He dips into a cantina, sitting at a table, trying to cool off. A droid walks by asking him if he wanted a drink but he waves it off.

Quietly he scans the room, looking for any suspicious types, or anyone worth a shag. There isn’t much hope, and certainly no one who looks anything like his current bounty. He sighs, knowing it was too early in the day for any excitement, or anything worth getting on his tired feet for.

A twi’lek girl wastes no time sliding into the booth across from him, however. Her skin is a pastel shade of purple.

“You look like you’ve got a story.” She giggles, her lips parting to show her fangs. Din doesn’t really get the appeal of twi’lek women, although he’s heard rumors of how they are in bed. He deliberately doesn’t answer, only shifting in his seat slightly to acknowledge that he heard her. “Ohhh a quiet type, my favorite.” She props her chin on her interlocked fingers, elbows angled 90 degrees on the table to support the weight of her head. “My name is Xi’an.” She holds one of her hands out for him to shake, her fingernails long and sharp, like the claws of a lothcat.

Din still doesn’t move, but she pulls her hand back unbothered. “Y’know, I’ve always wanted to meet a Mandalorian.” She grins. She was young, maybe only 18, Din couldn’t stand girls like this. “Tell me… what’s it gonna take to get you out-“

“Look if you want to have sex, just say it so I can properly deny you.” Din finally says, his voice deeper and fuller than she was expecting.

Xi’an looks visibly upset, offended even. “Fuck you.” She leans up right, “Is that all you think Twi’lek are good for? Sex? Way to push galactic stereotypes you bantha-shit.” She stands up, a droid holding a tray of drinks rolling past her as she does. She picks up a mug of ale and throws it into Din’s chest, his armor being covered in a stream of liquid.

“And for the record, I was gonna ask you what it takes to get you out of the Cantina. I have a bounty for you. But seeing as you’re too good to work with my type, I’ll find some other sad sack to pay.” She bites before turning around on a heel and strutting out of the cantina, her hand whipping back one of her tendrils over her shoulder.

The Cantina bursts into laughter and scattered “oooh’s”. Din looks around, admittedly embarrassed. He stands up, slams a credit on the table for the drink she spilled on him, and speaks up, “Shows over,” He says loudly for everyone to hear before following the girl back outside.

The streets of Tatooine are bustling, and hard to get through the dense foot traffic and varied merchants. Din tries to get eyes on the woman, mostly just to apologize for assuming, and maybe get some work in the process. However, the back alley-ways are twisting, and everywhere he turns he can’t shake the feeling that he’s just getting lost.

When the sun starts to set, he gives up. Maybe he’ll run into her sometime again. He makes a few turns, trusting his gut and dipping into another, grubbier cantina in a part of town that was clearly on the verge of being a slum. This time of night it was far busier, the band playing loudly as every seat in the bar was taken. Din was hungry, he needed to eat. It was hard to remember to eat without anyone reminding him. You’d think that after six years without someone to remind him, he’d be able to figure it out.

He can’t eat in a place like this, at least he can’t defeat physical hunger, but there's another type of hunger he might be able to take care of…

He never said he didn’t want to have sex, just not with that twi’lek girl. She was too young, too straightforward. And on top of that, he ended up offending her anyway.

Din advances into the Cantina, his eyes searching for something, someone to give him a sign. Maybe it was the hunger, or the exhaustion but he kept thinking he saw things. In the corner of the room, he swears he sees you. You in your blue beskar armor, arms crossed over your chest in disappointment that he hasn’t been taking care of himself… or even worse: he never came back for you like he promised he would. Every time Din turns to see the figure he swore was there, it’s gone, like it was just a fragment of his imagination. It probably was.

He does eventually run into a girl who caught his eye, her skin a deep, honey brown, a golden stripe of skin crossing over her eyes, and a cocked eyebrow that begged for Din to ask her name.

Before he knows it, the two of them are in a back alleyway, the mysterious girl dropping to her knees as she helps him pull out his cock. It sits heavy in his hand, thick, throbbing and untrimmed. It matched the rest of his body: rugged, tense, overworked, and in need of some care.

She’s making quick work of it, wrapping her ample lips around the leaking head of Din’s cocks, gently sucking pressure into it before she presses her face further in, taking more of his length into her mouth. She tongues at his cock, swirling around it and hollowing her cheeks to draw Din into her.

Dins moans are more like grunts, frustrated, needy and so low in his throat. His gloved hand plays with the short pixie cut of the stranger who sucks the life out of his sex. She moans against him too, and it’s delicious. He hasn’t had anything other than his own dry hand get him off in so long. She sucks him like her final meal, clearly experienced. Din was sure this wasn’t the first cock she’s had in her mouth tonight, and it probably won’t be the last.

Din lasts and embarrassingly short amount of time, grunting and gnashing his teeth and he unloads his cum into her soft, hot mouth. He throws his head back, beskar helmet hitting the back wall. He squeezes his eyes shut, not being able to hold back the thrust that hits the back of her throat when he’s finished riding his high.

When he finishes cumming, he swears he can hear a distant memory, a flash running over his eyes from almost a decade ago.

You laugh, your stomach hurting from how long Din has been making you laugh. “Stop it! Stop it!” You giggle, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. You lay on your back, trying not to roll into the campfire to your left.

On your other side lies Din, on his side, his head propped up with his arm. “I’m not kidding!” He sighs, “He looked at me and asked me if I would break his other arm so it wouldn’t look like an accident!”

“He thought everyone would think he was lying!” You sigh out in between laughs.

“Oh come one! It’s Kareem! Kaysh mirsh solus!! He’s always making accidents like that!” Din chuckles.

“Kandosii!! So did you do it?” You ask, rolling over to face him.

“Break his other arm?” Din asks, “No!” You both burst into laughter after that. You have to slide your hand up into your helmet to wipe your tears away.

The two of you finally calm down, and just lie there, under the stars, lost in the galaxy.

“If I ever asked you to break my arm, would you do it?” Din asked.

You sigh, “I don’t know, sounds pretty hard.” You shrug. “I could try… I guess it depends on the circumstances.” You say, shifting your arm to sit more comfortably under your helmet as a pillow.

“I think I’d do anything you’d ask me to.” Din says.

“Oh come on, don’t go soft on me now, Djarin.” You smirk under your helmet. You don’t say anything after that, the two of you just looking at one another’s emotionless helmets.

A quiet minute passes by.

Din is the one to speak up, “What color are your eyes?” He asks.

“Din…” You mutter.

“I know… I know we aren’t supposed to ask. It’s just I’ve always wondered and-“

You interrupt him before he can go any farther, telling him the color of your eyes. Your heart is reading because you’ve never told anyone that before. Yet, here you were. Telling him.

“You have to tell me yours now, y’know.” You say after a while.

He doesn’t even hesitate to say, “Brown.”

Din snaps out of his trance, tucking his spent cock back into his trousers. The girl stands up, eyes meeting his. “Handsome cock you’ve got there.” She giggles with a thick accent. “You know where to find me again.”

It’s discreet, but she holds her hand out, palm facing up. Din slides a few credits into her palm, and before he can ask if she would like the favor returned, she’s back inside of the cantina. Din thinks he hears a pot hit a wall, or something drop around the corner. He’s on his toes, looking around but with no luck.

Din sighs, not feeling like himself. He’s been getting those visions, or flashbacks or memories—whatever they are—more and more recently. He isn’t sure why. Although he’s sure it’s the guilt of leaving you behind that has haunted him ever since.

He makes his way back into the city, trying to stay in the quiet streets. However, he can’t shake the feeling that he’s being followed. He’s sure it’s just his tired and hungry mind trying to play tricks on him, so he keeps trying to brush it off.

He can’t though, and every few paces he’s turning around, peering over his shoulder to see if someone is there.

It isn’t long before Din is on the outskirts of the city, back towards his ship. The desert gets cold at night, and he knows he must get back if he wants any chance of a good night's rest. The Mandalorian trudges through the sand, seeing his banged-up starship in the distance.

Din still can’t shake the feeling of being followed though, and he can feel himself getting nervous. He needs to learn how to repress those feelings better, the Armorer said so herself. He was still very young when it came to The Way. He took a steadying breath, and knew not to run. It would only cause catastrophe if he was being followed.

At one point he can hear his pursuer, he knows he can, so he whirls around his blaster drawn, but no one is there. He stands like that for a steady moment, scanning his surroundings and keeping his senses open.

When he decides to let his guard down, he turns back around towards his ship, only a few yards away.

What he sees nearly startles him: standing in front of his starship was a figure he’s always dreamed of, but has known to be dead.

A Mandalorian Woman in blue armor and shiny new blaster stands between him and his ship. He does a double take, blinking a few times.

“Are you a ghost?” He asks, clearing his throat.

You speak through your modulator, “You’ll wish I was.”

Chapter Two

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