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-keyboard smashes- It’s finally posted! Amidst some truly insane personal chaos, the fic, she is out in the world!!

✨saving your skin (for the eleventh time)✨

Author: @sopherfly Artist: @kaleidoscopeeyee Cheer Reader: @temple-mistress Beta Reader: @dark--whisperings

Word Count: 14,800 words Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Archive and Content Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Key Tags: Action/Adventure; Canon Typical Violence; Canon Typical Plot; Injury; Poisoning; Whump; Hurt/Comfort; Banter; Confessions of Feelings; First Kiss; First Time; Top Obi-Wan; Bottom Anakin; Implied vers Anakin and Obi-Wan; sort of a slow burn if you squint; first there’s story, then there’s smut

Summary:

“You should conserve your strength,” Obi-Wan murmured to Anakin. “You needn’t waste energy looking at me.”

“But I like looking at you.”

Obi-Wan smiled despite himself. “I suspect that’s only because you like counting my grey hairs. You do enjoy admiring your own handiwork.”

Or,

After Anakin is injured in battle, he and Obi-Wan finally confront the feelings they’ve been concealing from each other.

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Eeeeee LOOK AT THEMMMMMMM omg thank you for making art for my fic and for capturing this beautiful moment between them!!!

So much fun to be partnered with you for the @obikinbb 💖🔥✨

Here’s the link to the fic for folks who want to read!

anddddd here are my final pieces for @sopherfly's fic, saving your skin (for the eleventh time), for this year's @obikinbb

this has been such a lovely experience, thank you Soph for letting me make art for your lovely fic!! everyone else, PLEASE go read it, i promise you won't regret it :33

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Misbehaving

Some brief obikin shenanigans for the beautiful and brilliant @temple-mistress on her birthday!

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It only takes Obi-Wan a few minutes to realize, in the midst of the party’s general commotion, that Anakin has disappeared.

Obi-Wan knows his partner—his alpha; gods, Obi-Wan still hasn’t quite gotten used to that—well enough to know that Anakin won’t have gone far. Between their Force bond and the lingering traces of Anakin’s scent, Obi-Wan tracks Anakin down on one of the upper balconies.

“Not in the party mood?” Obi-Wan asks, sitting astride the windowsill for a moment before levering himself outside. He closes the window behind him, then pulls the drape, leaving the two of them in relative privacy. “Or is something on your mind?”

Anakin shakes his head, smiling ruefully. “No, it’s a good party,” he says, glancing back at Obi-Wan before returning his attention to the slowly darkening sky. “It’s just… I’m tired of having to behave myself.”

Obi-Wan hums in understanding. “They are less conservative than some of our previous hosts,” he observes. His hands clasped almost casually behind his back, he steps up beside Anakin, their shoulders close but not quite touching. “I don’t believe a public display of affection would be out of line.”

A slow exhale is Anakin’s only reply at first. “It would be playing with fire,” he says finally, a note of longing in his voice. 

“Ah.” Obi-Wan knows how Anakin struggles with the… impropriety of his alpha instincts. He doesn’t begrudge Anakin maintaining a kind of public reserve. “Well, we’re alone out here, aren’t we?” 

Anakin turns his head a fraction, his eyes flickering with interest.

Obi-Wan’s chin tilts up. The nearly unconscious gesture leaves the column of his neck more exposed, and he sees Anakin’s nostrils flare. Aware that his pulse has started to flutter faster, Obi-Wan reaches up, caressing Anakin’s cheek, subtly encouraging Anakin to scent his wrist. 

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin groans, grazing Obi-Wan’s pulse point first with his nose, then with his lips.

After a few indulgent moments, Obi-Wan withdraws his hand. Something heated passes between them, a mix of expressions and scents, and Obi-Wan swallows against the urge to grip Anakin’s tunics and demand a kiss. Instead, he steps back a few paces, raising his eyebrows in something halfway between a challenge and a tease. One corner of his mouth quirks up. 

Anakin lets out a growl—a rumbling thing low in his throat—and surges forward, closing the distance between them. 

Obi-Wan expects Anakin’s lips on his, but instead Anakin seeks out Obi-Wan’s mating bite, not entirely concealed by the open collar of his tunic. “Kriffing hells, you smell good,” Anakin huffs, his breath impossibly warm against Obi-Wan’s skin. He crowds Obi-Wan back against the other side of the balcony, pressing their bodies flush together. 

Oh, gods. Anakin is clearly as desperately hard as Obi-Wan is—and suddenly all Obi-Wan wants is for his alpha to surround him, to knot him, to make a mess of him. 

“Stang, Master.” Lips and tongue skim over Obi-Wan’s mating bite, and Obi-Wan shudders when Anakin’s teeth trace over the faded mark. “Want to fuck you.”

“You should,” Obi-Wan gasps without thinking. 

Anakin draws back to meet Obi-Wan’s gaze. His eyes are a storm of desire, their familiar blue blown nearly black. “Do you mean it?”

The alpha arousal in the air is making it hard to think. Obi-Wan nods. “You did say you were tired of behaving,” he murmurs. “So perhaps we could both stand to”—a ragged inhale as Anakin rocks their hips together—“misbehave.”

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Misbehaving

Some brief obikin shenanigans for the beautiful and brilliant @temple-mistress on her birthday!

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It only takes Obi-Wan a few minutes to realize, in the midst of the party’s general commotion, that Anakin has disappeared.

Obi-Wan knows his partner—his alpha; gods, Obi-Wan still hasn’t quite gotten used to that—well enough to know that Anakin won’t have gone far. Between their Force bond and the lingering traces of Anakin’s scent, Obi-Wan tracks Anakin down on one of the upper balconies.

“Not in the party mood?” Obi-Wan asks, sitting astride the windowsill for a moment before levering himself outside. He closes the window behind him, then pulls the drape, leaving the two of them in relative privacy. “Or is something on your mind?”

Anakin shakes his head, smiling ruefully. “No, it’s a good party,” he says, glancing back at Obi-Wan before returning his attention to the slowly darkening sky. “It’s just… I’m tired of having to behave myself.”

Obi-Wan hums in understanding. “They are less conservative than some of our previous hosts,” he observes. His hands clasped almost casually behind his back, he steps up beside Anakin, their shoulders close but not quite touching. “I don’t believe a public display of affection would be out of line.”

A slow exhale is Anakin’s only reply at first. “It would be playing with fire,” he says finally, a note of longing in his voice. 

“Ah.” Obi-Wan knows how Anakin struggles with the… impropriety of his alpha instincts. He doesn’t begrudge Anakin maintaining a kind of public reserve. “Well, we’re alone out here, aren’t we?” 

Anakin turns his head a fraction, his eyes flickering with interest.

Obi-Wan’s chin tilts up. The nearly unconscious gesture leaves the column of his neck more exposed, and he sees Anakin’s nostrils flare. Aware that his pulse has started to flutter faster, Obi-Wan reaches up, caressing Anakin’s cheek, subtly encouraging Anakin to scent his wrist. 

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin groans, grazing Obi-Wan’s pulse point first with his nose, then with his lips.

After a few indulgent moments, Obi-Wan withdraws his hand. Something heated passes between them, a mix of expressions and scents, and Obi-Wan swallows against the urge to grip Anakin’s tunics and demand a kiss. Instead, he steps back a few paces, raising his eyebrows in something halfway between a challenge and a tease. One corner of his mouth quirks up. 

Anakin lets out a growl—a rumbling thing low in his throat—and surges forward, closing the distance between them. 

Obi-Wan expects Anakin’s lips on his, but instead Anakin seeks out Obi-Wan’s mating bite, not entirely concealed by the open collar of his tunic. “Kriffing hells, you smell good,” Anakin huffs, his breath impossibly warm against Obi-Wan’s skin. He crowds Obi-Wan back against the other side of the balcony, pressing their bodies flush together. 

Oh, gods. Anakin is clearly as desperately hard as Obi-Wan is—and suddenly all Obi-Wan wants is for his alpha to surround him, to knot him, to make a mess of him. 

“Stang, Master.” Lips and tongue skim over Obi-Wan’s mating bite, and Obi-Wan shudders when Anakin’s teeth trace over the faded mark. “Want to fuck you.”

“You should,” Obi-Wan gasps without thinking. 

Anakin draws back to meet Obi-Wan’s gaze. His eyes are a storm of desire, their familiar blue blown nearly black. “Do you mean it?”

The alpha arousal in the air is making it hard to think. Obi-Wan nods. “You did say you were tired of behaving,” he murmurs. “So perhaps we could both stand to”—a ragged inhale as Anakin rocks their hips together—“misbehave.”

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Feral Friday (since we missed WIP Wednesday) | Persistent and Unmanageable (snippet 4)

Soooo apparently @temple-mistress and I cannot be relied upon to remember what day it is! 🤣 To atone, here is a snippet on this, the most Feral day of the week.

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Obi-Wan, still breathing hard, turns his head to rest his cheek against Anakin’s hair. Gods, he loves Anakin’s curls. He inhales slowly, savoring the bright citrus scent of Anakin’s shampoo as he tries to calm his racing heart.

“How are you feeling?” Anakin asks softly.

“Better,” Obi-Wan replies, his palms dragging slowly along Anakin’s back. “For the moment. But…” He can still feel the drug in his system; he can tell that the desire pulsing in his veins will linger. “I will want—need—more.” He takes a steadying breath. “I know it hasn’t affected you as it’s affected me. But… would you… help me again? Soon?”

Lifting his head, Anakin kisses Obi-Wan gently and nods. “Mmmhmm.”

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WIP Wednesday | Persistent and Unmanageable (snippet 3)

It’s still Wednesday for me and @temple-mistress, so here’s our snippet for this week!!!

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Whatever they’ve been dosed with has clearly affected Obi-Wan more, or differently, and Anakin can’t shake his concern, not even with the incredible distraction of Obi-Wan in need. As he’s kissing and licking and biting everywhere he can, breathing in Obi-Wan’s scent, tasting his skin, Anakin murmurs, with surprising presence of mind, “The drug, is it… how much is it affecting you? I don’t want—if you’re not really in control, we shouldn’t—” 

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan grips at Anakin’s tunic, and Anakin pauses, pulling back to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes. “I may be distracted and”—a small, almost exasperated smile curves his lips—“rather desperately aroused, but I am still in control. I want this. I want you. Please, don’t deny me.”

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WIP Wednesday | Persistent and Unmanageable (snippet 2)

Another snippet from this fic that @temple-mistress and I cannot stop thinking about!

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When they break for air, Obi-Wan is breathless. One kiss isn’t enough, not nearly, and still he shakes his head, ready to apologize even while every part of him aches for more. 

Anakin doesn’t give him the chance to speak. Rough, familiar hands cup both of Obi-Wan’s flushed cheeks, and Anakin’s stormy blue eyes rove over his face in the dim glow of the passing tunnel luminance. 

“Don’t,” Anakin murmurs. “Don’t say you're sorry."

Obi-Wan searches Anakin’s face in turn. “Anakin,” he says, his voice impossibly rough. Desire thunders through their bond, a roaring, rushing current, and all at once Obi-Wan can’t fight it anymore. “Anakin.” He closes the distance with another kiss, this one firm, demanding, laced with the desperate need still throbbing in his veins.

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WIP Wednesday | Persistent and Unmanageable (snippet 1)

It has been a long time since I’ve posted on tumblr or on ao3 (for which I 100% blame Life Things, which have been numerous), BUT! @temple-mistress and I have been working on something amazing, and in honor of WIP Wednesday, we wanted to share some of it with you!

General Summary: Sex Pollen, SopferMistress Style. 🔥

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Anakin slides up to Obi-Wan at the bar at the center of the atrium they're in. He nods at the bartender, who moves off to pour Anakin another ale.

“What is it?” Anakin asks quietly, subtly scanning the room again. He turns to Obi-Wan as another swift layer of shields go up. “Why are you shutting me out?”

Obi-Wan glances up at Anakin and wishes he hadn’t. The arousal flooding his system, already powerful on its own, becomes nearly overwhelming when he’s looking at the object of his desire, at the man he’s grown more and more attracted to the more time they’ve spent together. His blood pounds in his veins, and it’s only with great discipline that he can maintain his shields through the thumping rhythm of his heart and the absolute throbbing in his groin. He frowns, too aware that his face is flushed. Gods be damned, he feels so warm. 

“Something in the drinks,” Obi-Wan replies. “Making me feel…” Hot. Hard. Aching. “Unwell.”

[sopherfly]

Happy May the 4th!

Hello there, and May the 4th be with you!

In honor of our favorite fandom (and our favorite goobers, aka obikin), @temple-mistress and I are thrilled to bring you a “flight” of some of our obikin WIPs, along with one indulgent extra! Please see the menu and snippets below. Let us know which completed work you want to see us post first! ✨

May the 4th WIP Flight

Clone Wars Verse | gffa obikin 

Papa Verse | gffa obikin

Omegaverse | gffa obikin, alpha Anakin & omega Obi-Wan

Quindu | bonus pour - gffa Quinlan Vos/Mace Windu, on a ski trip, in the hot tub

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Clone Wars Verse | gffa obikin 

Anakin smirks a little. “Really, old man?” 

Obi-Wan can’t help but roll his eyes, sighing like the utterly oppressed. “You're in my lap, darling. It's hard not to be… affected.”

“Hard, huh?” Anakin outright grins. He blinks up at Obi-Wan, his gaze growing suddenly heated. “Need me to help with that?”

Obi-Wan's fingers tighten, just a little, in those curls. Damn him and his insufferable conceit. Eyes darkening, he nods sharply, just once. “As it is entirely your doing, it does seem like the correct course of action.”

Anakin licks his lips. “So it’s my fault that I make you horny?” he teases, turning his head to nuzzle the now fully-hard outline of Obi-Wan’s cock. 

~~~~~

Papa Verse | gffa obikin

“Hurry up, old man, need your hands on me, kriff, come on.”

“Why don’t you help me, then,” Obi-Wan replies, his voice low with amusement and arousal. “Use the Force if you want, I won’t object.”

Anakin shakes his head, mildly exasperated. “You never do, when you want to fuck me.” His brow furrows, and his hands push at tunics while the Force obeys his almost unconscious command and tugs down Obi-Wan's trousers. “You...you do want that, right? You want to fuck me?” He pulls his tunic sleeves down, off, and wraps his arms around Obi-Wan's waist, hiding his flushed cheeks against Obi-Wan's neck, inhaling deeply. “Tell me. Tell me you want me. Tell me how you wanna fuck me, how much you want to be inside me, stang, I need to hear it.”

“Of course I want that, want you,” Obi-Wan rasps, his hands winding their way into Anakin’s hair. “I can hardly breathe with how badly I need you.” He tilts his head to press heated kisses against Anakin’s hairline, his temple, his jawbone. “I want to kiss you hard, and fuck you harder—I want to hold you too tight, and mark you up without any care for who might see the bruises.”

“Master,” Anakin groans, hands skimming up the expanse of Obi-Wan's back and down over the curve of his ass, pulling their hips together.

~~~~~

Omegaverse | gffa obikin, alpha Anakin & omega Obi-Wan

"I have wanted you for far longer than a day off of suppressants would suggest,” Obi-Wan admits in a low, confiding voice. “I had assumed you were a beta, uninterested in the needs of any omega, let alone your old master. You are brilliant, beautiful, strong, and passionate in all that you do, and of course I wanted—I want—you.” He cups Anakin's cheek, then leans forward to press their foreheads together, ghosting a thumb over Anakin's bottom lip. “Are you sure you want me, and not just the one omega you've been around for most of your life?" 

Anakin nuzzles into Obi-Wan’s hand, nosing and scenting at his wrist. “I… I can’t imagine wanting anyone but you,” he murmurs. “And believe me, I’ve tried,” he adds with light, rueful humor. “Ever since I presented—maybe even before—you were the one I wanted. Can I…” He pauses, mouthing over Obi-Wan’s skin. “Kriff, I’m sorry, I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to ask this. I just never thought…” He moves closer to breathe the words into Obi-Wan’s ear, a soft, still-vulnerable confession. “I want to fuck you. I want to touch all of you. Can I?”

Obi-Wan sucks in a sharp breath. The scent of aroused alpha invades his senses. He feels the utter sincerity of Anakin in their bond, and he's caught up for a moment by the rush of fondness he feels, his heart stuttering with the sudden, overwhelming realization that it's Anakin who wants Obi-Wan. 

His inner omega prods at him, reminding him that there's an alpha nosing at his ear, soliciting his attention with placating kisses and heated words. He feels his stomach tighten, and he nods, tilting his head enough to expose his mating gland. “If—if you're certain. Kriff, yes. Touch me, please. Let me see you, alpha. All of you.”

~~~~~

Quindu | bonus pour - gffa Quinlan Vos/Mace Windu, on a ski trip, in the hot tub

“Mmm, you're a fucking tease, you know that?” Quin admits with a gasp. “Not that it doesn't, kriff, do anything for me.”

“I’m just helping you relax,” Mace replies, his finger brushing and pressing at Quin’s hole. He leans up and forward, letting his lips linger over Quin’s for a moment, not kissing, just barely touching, then finally wraps his free hand around Quin’s cock. He keeps his grip loose, squeezing just a little with each stroke when he gets to the head. “Think I can make you come before I do?” Mace murmurs.

With a lazy grin against Mace's mouth, Quin releases an affirmative noise. It's not often he gets there before Mace, but he's so relaxed and still a little Force-depleted that it's not going to take much. Especially not when he's got Windu teasing and working him over, not fast and intense, but slow, soft, indulgent. 

Quin never imagined he'd go for something like this, or that he'd ever have it, even, and the fact that it's Mace does something to him, something that feels warm and safe, so when Mace presses against his rim, slipping a little inside, Quin jolts. “Y-yeah, yeah. Know you can.”

With a hum that’s half amusement, half approval, Mace presses a kiss to the corner of Quin’s mouth and lets his finger slip further inside. He massages Quin’s prostate slowly, with just enough pressure that it’s no longer a tease, and the rhythm of his other hand speeds up as he focuses on the sensitive head of Quin’s cock. 

“Love the way you looked out there,” Mace says, his voice thick with arousal and something else, something familiar, something they both know but never name. “Wanted to ask you to suck me off once we both got to the bottom.”

Quin begins to pant softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling and releasing with each press of Mace's finger. Gods, Mace knows him so well, a better partner, a better lover, than Quin can remember having. He knows deep down he should be wary of the growing attachment, because that's what this—whatever this means—is; and below even that is a warmth and contentment, a feeling of acceptance that he's afraid to look at too closely for fear of spooking it away. 

“Y-you know I would,” Quin says. “Any t-time, any place. Always r-ready to have your cock in my mouth.” His pants turn to grunts as he arches up into Mace's hand and down onto his finger. “D-don't stop, baby. So good, yeah, yeah. Fuck, close, yeah, so close.”

[sopherfly]

Happy May the 4th!

Hello there, and May the 4th be with you!

In honor of our favorite fandom (and our favorite goobers, aka obikin), @temple-mistress and I are thrilled to bring you a “flight” of some of our obikin WIPs, along with one indulgent extra! Please see the menu and snippets below. Let us know which completed work you want to see us post first! ✨

May the 4th WIP Flight

Clone Wars Verse | gffa obikin 

Papa Verse | gffa obikin

Omegaverse | gffa obikin, alpha Anakin & omega Obi-Wan

Quindu | bonus pour - gffa Quinlan Vos/Mace Windu, on a ski trip, in the hot tub

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Clone Wars Verse | gffa obikin 

Anakin smirks a little. “Really, old man?” 

Obi-Wan can’t help but roll his eyes, sighing like the utterly oppressed. “You're in my lap, darling. It's hard not to be… affected.”

“Hard, huh?” Anakin outright grins. He blinks up at Obi-Wan, his gaze growing suddenly heated. “Need me to help with that?”

Obi-Wan's fingers tighten, just a little, in those curls. Damn him and his insufferable conceit. Eyes darkening, he nods sharply, just once. “As it is entirely your doing, it does seem like the correct course of action.”

Anakin licks his lips. “So it’s my fault that I make you horny?” he teases, turning his head to nuzzle the now fully-hard outline of Obi-Wan’s cock. 

~~~~~

Papa Verse | gffa obikin

“Hurry up, old man, need your hands on me, kriff, come on.”

“Why don’t you help me, then,” Obi-Wan replies, his voice low with amusement and arousal. “Use the Force if you want, I won’t object.”

Anakin shakes his head, mildly exasperated. “You never do, when you want to fuck me.” His brow furrows, and his hands push at tunics while the Force obeys his almost unconscious command and tugs down Obi-Wan's trousers. “You...you do want that, right? You want to fuck me?” He pulls his tunic sleeves down, off, and wraps his arms around Obi-Wan's waist, hiding his flushed cheeks against Obi-Wan's neck, inhaling deeply. “Tell me. Tell me you want me. Tell me how you wanna fuck me, how much you want to be inside me, stang, I need to hear it.”

“Of course I want that, want you,” Obi-Wan rasps, his hands winding their way into Anakin’s hair. “I can hardly breathe with how badly I need you.” He tilts his head to press heated kisses against Anakin’s hairline, his temple, his jawbone. “I want to kiss you hard, and fuck you harder—I want to hold you too tight, and mark you up without any care for who might see the bruises.”

“Master,” Anakin groans, hands skimming up the expanse of Obi-Wan's back and down over the curve of his ass, pulling their hips together.

~~~~~

Omegaverse | gffa obikin, alpha Anakin & omega Obi-Wan

"I have wanted you for far longer than a day off of suppressants would suggest,” Obi-Wan admits in a low, confiding voice. “I had assumed you were a beta, uninterested in the needs of any omega, let alone your old master. You are brilliant, beautiful, strong, and passionate in all that you do, and of course I wanted—I want—you.” He cups Anakin's cheek, then leans forward to press their foreheads together, ghosting a thumb over Anakin's bottom lip. “Are you sure you want me, and not just the one omega you've been around for most of your life?" 

Anakin nuzzles into Obi-Wan’s hand, nosing and scenting at his wrist. “I… I can’t imagine wanting anyone but you,” he murmurs. “And believe me, I’ve tried,” he adds with light, rueful humor. “Ever since I presented—maybe even before—you were the one I wanted. Can I…” He pauses, mouthing over Obi-Wan’s skin. “Kriff, I’m sorry, I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to ask this. I just never thought…” He moves closer to breathe the words into Obi-Wan’s ear, a soft, still-vulnerable confession. “I want to fuck you. I want to touch all of you. Can I?”

Obi-Wan sucks in a sharp breath. The scent of aroused alpha invades his senses. He feels the utter sincerity of Anakin in their bond, and he's caught up for a moment by the rush of fondness he feels, his heart stuttering with the sudden, overwhelming realization that it's Anakin who wants Obi-Wan. 

His inner omega prods at him, reminding him that there's an alpha nosing at his ear, soliciting his attention with placating kisses and heated words. He feels his stomach tighten, and he nods, tilting his head enough to expose his mating gland. “If—if you're certain. Kriff, yes. Touch me, please. Let me see you, alpha. All of you.”

~~~~~

Quindu | bonus pour - gffa Quinlan Vos/Mace Windu, on a ski trip, in the hot tub

“Mmm, you're a fucking tease, you know that?” Quin admits with a gasp. “Not that it doesn't, kriff, do anything for me.”

“I’m just helping you relax,” Mace replies, his finger brushing and pressing at Quin’s hole. He leans up and forward, letting his lips linger over Quin’s for a moment, not kissing, just barely touching, then finally wraps his free hand around Quin’s cock. He keeps his grip loose, squeezing just a little with each stroke when he gets to the head. “Think I can make you come before I do?” Mace murmurs.

With a lazy grin against Mace's mouth, Quin releases an affirmative noise. It's not often he gets there before Mace, but he's so relaxed and still a little Force-depleted that it's not going to take much. Especially not when he's got Windu teasing and working him over, not fast and intense, but slow, soft, indulgent. 

Quin never imagined he'd go for something like this, or that he'd ever have it, even, and the fact that it's Mace does something to him, something that feels warm and safe, so when Mace presses against his rim, slipping a little inside, Quin jolts. “Y-yeah, yeah. Know you can.”

With a hum that’s half amusement, half approval, Mace presses a kiss to the corner of Quin’s mouth and lets his finger slip further inside. He massages Quin’s prostate slowly, with just enough pressure that it’s no longer a tease, and the rhythm of his other hand speeds up as he focuses on the sensitive head of Quin’s cock. 

“Love the way you looked out there,” Mace says, his voice thick with arousal and something else, something familiar, something they both know but never name. “Wanted to ask you to suck me off once we both got to the bottom.”

Quin begins to pant softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling and releasing with each press of Mace's finger. Gods, Mace knows him so well, a better partner, a better lover, than Quin can remember having. He knows deep down he should be wary of the growing attachment, because that's what this—whatever this means—is; and below even that is a warmth and contentment, a feeling of acceptance that he's afraid to look at too closely for fear of spooking it away. 

“Y-you know I would,” Quin says. “Any t-time, any place. Always r-ready to have your cock in my mouth.” His pants turn to grunts as he arches up into Mace's hand and down onto his finger. “D-don't stop, baby. So good, yeah, yeah. Fuck, close, yeah, so close.”

[sopherfly]

WIP Wednesday | 02-07-24 | temple mistress & sopherfly

It’s still Wednesday for a few more hours, right?! This WIP Wednesday features Obikin (on a diplomatic mission, which @temple-mistress and I will share more info about later) doing something clandestine.

~

Anakin whines softly and whispers, “Can we? Please? There’s no one around.”

Obi-Wan tucks them deeper into the shadows, out of view behind the ivy-covered marble archway. “W-what did you have in mind?” he rasps, kissing along the tendon on Anakin's neck, laving over the new marks he’s left there. 

“Hadn’t gotten that far—stang, just want you,” Anakin says, gripping at Obi-Wan’s tunics and rolling his hips against Obi-Wan’s. “We—we could get each other off just like this?” He slips a hand into Obi-Wan’s trousers and wraps it gently around his cock. “Or… or is there something else you want?”

Obi-Wan groans when Anakin's hand begins to move, the touch light but sure as it travels the length of his cock. He thinks they should stop, that they cannot possibly do this in such a public venue, but his hips betray him, arching into Anakin's grip. “No, this… this is—kriff, so good. Let me—” he fumbles for words as he yanks at Anakin's trousers, opening them enough to get his hand in, working his fingers around the heated length. 

[sopherfly]

WIP Wednesday | 02-07-24 | temple mistress & sopherfly

It’s still Wednesday for a few more hours, right?! This WIP Wednesday features Obikin (on a diplomatic mission, which @temple-mistress and I will share more info about later) doing something clandestine.

~

Anakin whines softly and whispers, “Can we? Please? There’s no one around.”

Obi-Wan tucks them deeper into the shadows, out of view behind the ivy-covered marble archway. “W-what did you have in mind?” he rasps, kissing along the tendon on Anakin's neck, laving over the new marks he’s left there. 

“Hadn’t gotten that far—stang, just want you,” Anakin says, gripping at Obi-Wan’s tunics and rolling his hips against Obi-Wan’s. “We—we could get each other off just like this?” He slips a hand into Obi-Wan’s trousers and wraps it gently around his cock. “Or… or is there something else you want?”

Obi-Wan groans when Anakin's hand begins to move, the touch light but sure as it travels the length of his cock. He thinks they should stop, that they cannot possibly do this in such a public venue, but his hips betray him, arching into Anakin's grip. “No, this… this is—kriff, so good. Let me—” he fumbles for words as he yanks at Anakin's trousers, opening them enough to get his hand in, working his fingers around the heated length. 

[sopherfly]

WIP Wednesday | 01-03-24 | temple mistress & sopherfly

Today’s WIP Wednesday is for a different pairing than usual, and @temple-mistress and I are very excited to share it!

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Knights Out: the hallowed—if somewhat underground—annual bash for all the Padawans who have ascended to Knighthood in the past year. (Not openly endorsed by the Council or any self-respecting and proper Jedi Knight.) It’s not uncommon to find Council Members and other revered Masters dancing on tables, participating in drinking contests, or sucking someone off in a corner at Knights Out. Organized by a semi-secret host each year, no one is actually ever invited to the party, but somehow word of the date, time, and venue always seems to fall on the right ears.

Ol’ Quinny’s missed you, baby. It’s good to be back.

Strolling through the venue, Quin takes in the raucous, hedonistic atmosphere with a huge grin.  Another year, another class of new Jedi Knights celebrating their promotion in every single degenerate way possible.

Quin wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’d missed last year, in deep cover for a weapons smuggling operation on Lothal, and by the looks of it, Knights Out is bigger and better than ever. Quin figures he’ll never tire of this scene, of watching all the outwardly prudish and repressed Masters and Knights of the Jedi Order let loose like it’s the last time they’ll ever get to drink and fuck. He likes to think it’s healthy, for the good of the Order and the Republic and all that, to work out that sexual aggression at least once a year. More fun than a trip to a mind healer, too.

Unless it’s that Chiss mind healer in the boots on Devaron…

He spots Fisto in a booth, boots propped up and spread out on the table while a familiar set of blue lekku pop up rhythmically into view. That’s my girl, Quin thinks proudly, giving the Nautolan a jaunty salute. Fisto smiles widely—all teeth—and Aayla pulls off long enough to blow Quin a saucy kiss. He isn’t jealous—he never is, sex is meant to be shared and Quin is generous—but it does quicken his step. 

He’s already had a couple of decent hookups tonight, but he’s saved the one he knows will be the best for last, and his cock jumps just a little in anticipation: Mace fucking Windu, the bald, grumpy-ass, Master of Vaapad, Seer of Shatterpoints, Deputy Grandmaster of the Jedi Order.  

Titles don’t do much for Quin, and none of them impress him nearly as much as the man’s thick, delicious cock, incredible stamina, and a nearly imperceptible refractory period. He also has to admit it doesn’t hurt his ego much that he gets to be the one to see Mace Windu sweat and beg and shout out Quin's name when he comes.

Quin scans the bar area, smirking when he sees that dumbass Skywalker pulling Kenobi into the back room behind the bar. He’s almost tempted to follow them, see if they’ll let him watch this time. Quin laughs at the thought, knowing better than to even hint at a joint maneuver—between Skyboy’s scowl and Sithy-Wan’s glare, it’d totally kill the vibe.

It was a good run with Kenobi for a couple of years, a casual fuck here, a hand job there—nothing serious, which was what made it perfect. Now that he’s got Skywalker, Kenobi is all heart-eyes and moonbeams, and, Quin shudders, monogamy. No, Quinlan Vos wants to fuck and be fucked and enjoy all the benefits of shared pleasure without limit. 

Not one to look too closely at a good thing, Quin nevertheless knows this arrangement with Windu is…different. It’s more than just fuck buddies, and not just because Windu would frown deeper than Kenobi does whenever Quin casually suggests a threesome at being called anyone’s buddy. Quin doesn’t know quite how it’s different, it just is, and he likes it. He likes knowing that Mace will stand up to him, tell him off, shut him down if he deserves it. Few are brave enough to try. Even fewer succeed, which makes Windu all the more attractive.

And a godsdamn good fuck.

[sopherfly]

WIP Wednesday | 01-03-24 | temple mistress & sopherfly

Today’s WIP Wednesday is for a different pairing than usual, and @temple-mistress and I are very excited to share it!

~

Knights Out: the hallowed—if somewhat underground—annual bash for all the Padawans who have ascended to Knighthood in the past year. (Not openly endorsed by the Council or any self-respecting and proper Jedi Knight.) It’s not uncommon to find Council Members and other revered Masters dancing on tables, participating in drinking contests, or sucking someone off in a corner at Knights Out. Organized by a semi-secret host each year, no one is actually ever invited to the party, but somehow word of the date, time, and venue always seems to fall on the right ears.

Ol’ Quinny’s missed you, baby. It’s good to be back.

Strolling through the venue, Quin takes in the raucous, hedonistic atmosphere with a huge grin.  Another year, another class of new Jedi Knights celebrating their promotion in every single degenerate way possible.

Quin wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’d missed last year, in deep cover for a weapons smuggling operation on Lothal, and by the looks of it, Knights Out is bigger and better than ever. Quin figures he’ll never tire of this scene, of watching all the outwardly prudish and repressed Masters and Knights of the Jedi Order let loose like it’s the last time they’ll ever get to drink and fuck. He likes to think it’s healthy, for the good of the Order and the Republic and all that, to work out that sexual aggression at least once a year. More fun than a trip to a mind healer, too.

Unless it’s that Chiss mind healer in the boots on Devaron…

He spots Fisto in a booth, boots propped up and spread out on the table while a familiar set of blue lekku pop up rhythmically into view. That’s my girl, Quin thinks proudly, giving the Nautolan a jaunty salute. Fisto smiles widely—all teeth—and Aayla pulls off long enough to blow Quin a saucy kiss. He isn’t jealous—he never is, sex is meant to be shared and Quin is generous—but it does quicken his step. 

He’s already had a couple of decent hookups tonight, but he’s saved the one he knows will be the best for last, and his cock jumps just a little in anticipation: Mace fucking Windu, the bald, grumpy-ass, Master of Vaapad, Seer of Shatterpoints, Deputy Grandmaster of the Jedi Order.  

Titles don’t do much for Quin, and none of them impress him nearly as much as the man’s thick, delicious cock, incredible stamina, and a nearly imperceptible refractory period. He also has to admit it doesn’t hurt his ego much that he gets to be the one to see Mace Windu sweat and beg and shout out Quin's name when he comes.

Quin scans the bar area, smirking when he sees that dumbass Skywalker pulling Kenobi into the back room behind the bar. He’s almost tempted to follow them, see if they’ll let him watch this time. Quin laughs at the thought, knowing better than to even hint at a joint maneuver—between Skyboy’s scowl and Sithy-Wan’s glare, it’d totally kill the vibe.

It was a good run with Kenobi for a couple of years, a casual fuck here, a hand job there—nothing serious, which was what made it perfect. Now that he’s got Skywalker, Kenobi is all heart-eyes and moonbeams, and, Quin shudders, monogamy. No, Quinlan Vos wants to fuck and be fucked and enjoy all the benefits of shared pleasure without limit. 

Not one to look too closely at a good thing, Quin nevertheless knows this arrangement with Windu is…different. It’s more than just fuck buddies, and not just because Windu would frown deeper than Kenobi does whenever Quin casually suggests a threesome at being called anyone’s buddy. Quin doesn’t know quite how it’s different, it just is, and he likes it. He likes knowing that Mace will stand up to him, tell him off, shut him down if he deserves it. Few are brave enough to try. Even fewer succeed, which makes Windu all the more attractive.

And a godsdamn good fuck.

[sopherfly]

I don't like Christmas fics in the gffa (the whole Christianity thing), and Life Day fics are often more like birthdays? So a million billion years ago xtinethepirate and I made up a Coruscant holiday called Solstice Night, just so we could have gffa holiday fics or whatever for obikin ~hand wave~.

Here are my two favorites, chock full of the good stuff: angst, pining, misunderstandings, dumbasses in love, and some sexy times:

Solstice Night - xtinethepirate

The holiday on Coruscant has always been a time for Masters and Padawans to celebrate together in the Temple. A progression of years seen through the eyes of Anakin Skywalker on this special night.

Arbor Argentea - Nisa

With Obi-Wan away on a mission, Anakin's only plan for Solstice Night is to get drunk, but the Force has some unexpected gifts for him.

[sopherfly]

Fic: You're Buying | Sopherfly & Temple Mistress

@sopherfly and I have not abandoned obikin, no worries! Just a little...pre-obikin, if you will. Quin wanted a turn to play, and who are we to argue?

Summary: When his oldest friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi, needs to blow off some steam, Quinlan Vos is more than happy to lend a hand.

[sopherfly]

Okay but for real you guys, Quinlan is the best and this fic is 🔥🔥🔥🌶️🌶️🌶️.

Fic: You're Buying | Sopherfly & Temple Mistress

@sopherfly and I have not abandoned obikin, no worries! Just a little...pre-obikin, if you will. Quin wanted a turn to play, and who are we to argue?

Summary: When his oldest friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi, needs to blow off some steam, Quinlan Vos is more than happy to lend a hand.