#and that night when obi-wan goes to bed

[phantomcomet]

Continuing thoughts about rpf during the clone wars- Anakin finds one of those sexy body pillows being sold in some random shop in the lower levels. One side is General Kenobi, all armored up and the other side near naked Obi-Wan, all hairy bare chest and massive bulge. His first thought is, "oh, I could embrass Obi-Wan So much". So he buys it, sits it on the couch in their apartment, and jumps scares the shit out Obi-Wan.

"What is that abomination and why do you have it?"

"Don't you like it, Master? I think they really captured your likeness."

"I'm setting it on fire."

"But you haven't seen the other side yet!" Flips it around and Obi-Wan just stares at it in horror.

They end up fighting over the pillow but Anakin manages to lock it inside his room, saving it for another day. And it's all fun and games until Anakin goes to bed that night and has to share his bed with a fucking hugeass pillow. Except the pillow is soft and comfortable and it really would he a shame to throw away such a good picture of his master.

Anyway Anakin starts sleeping with the pillow. (Literally. He fucks that pillow.) He ends up taking this thing with him when he gets deployed again because it helps him sleep at night.

Obi-Wan eventually walks in on Anakin in a very compromising position with this pillow. Anakin screams and throws the pillow across the room. Obi-Wan looks at it, looks at Anakin, and goes, "right then. Pretending this never happened?"

"Please." Anakin can't look him.in the eye for weeks.

Obi-Wan meanwhile has to face the fact that he's jealous of a fucking pillow. He starts plotting a pillow murder.

[gladiatorcunt]

Feral feral Anakin fucking you every second of the day because he can’t get enough of you and is overly obsessed

send me coryo, luke castellan, or anakin asks (this is a threat)

implied canon compliant prequels and childhood friend afab royalty reader (basically in padme's place) based on an upcoming fic

This is canon Anakin behavior actually, he's like a big dog with his favorite chew toy. The dog obviously loves the toy a lot but it's because of his love that the toy becomes well used. No matter how tattered it becomes, the dog will still curl around it and spend its days licking the hell out of it until it withers away.

I think that because of how he grew up, just a little boy on some ball of sand whose life really didn't belong to him, as soon as he's free from that he just unravels. I love Anakin being written as more unhinged or even slightly like an eldritch horror, because suddenly he has this big destiny laid out in front of him and the tethers holding his soul together inevitably come unhooked. I think that he's wired like that from the beginning, very passionate but without a means to express it.

So, when he meets you, little royal heir with all the stars of the galaxy in your eyes, he tells a familiar story about an angel and from then on, it's over for him. Every moment of his life orbits around the sun in his solar system, you.

The first think he thinks when he sees you again, is how your moans would echo off the windows when he eats you out on one of the couches. Then he imagines your perfectly manicured hands clawing delicious ribbons down his back while he rabidly pounds your sopping wet pussy against the wall of your huge walk-in closet in your apartment. He'd have to hold a hand over your mouth, but he wouldn't do a thing to clean up the slicks that drips out of your pussy onto the floor. You'd pout as you'd rush to get ready before Obi-Wan came back, and all he'd be able to do in response is hook his chin over your shoulder and smile.

"No, it's because I'm so in love with you."

You're leaning against a balcony overlooking a lake in Naboo and all he can think about as he strokes a shy finger down your back is hiking your dress up and bending you over it. You're chained to a pillar in between him and Obi-Wan, and when all is said and done, he wishes he killed everybody that was relishing in your suffering in that arena and fucked you with their blood coating his body. He could go on forever until the last grain of sand on Tatooine flies away. He'd have gotten you barefoot and pregnant immediately if the leash around his neck was any looser.

No matter the fantasy or the moment, you always have at least one mark on you. He's not patient enough for hickies and his fingers move too quickly for any serious bruises to form on your body. He favors bite marks, near perfect impressions of his teeth etched in your soft skin. He doesn't bite to tear, just does his repeated 'chomp!'s without a single thought in his head; your thighs bear the brunt of it. Anakin likes when drops of blood bead at the surface of the bites, because then he can lick the bites soothingly. You usually have to run your fingers through his hair to get him to come back to himself when he starts doing it on autopilot with his eyes rolled back.

"Yes, yes, yessssss.... love fucking my cunt, missed making love to my sloppy pussy. Taking my dick so well, keep breathing with me, my love. That's it, just like that."

His way of saying good morning is languid strokes deep in your guts. His way of saying good night is crazed thrusts that have him putting it back it when his frenzied pace causes his length to slip out. He has is so hard sometimes, determined to carry the entire galaxy on his shoulders with you on top of it. You can the rising anger that builds within him when everything he does to prove himself goes unrecognized. The best way he has to ignore all of that outside responsibility is knocking your sweaty body up the bed while you're clutching the headboard for dear life.

Anakin's emotions bleed from him so openly, and all you have to do is drink them in. Because even though he wasn't free when he met you, you owned him them with his gift around your neck. You own him now, your cervix kissing his mushroom tip in its own display of affection. He is supposed to live his life with the intention to be the force's son, but he is burning to ash faster than he is fulfilling his destiny; at least he can keep you and your future children warm.

[dameronology]

Hi!! May I please request Star Wars men and love languages?

ofc!! hope u like these :)

poe dameron

physical touch + words of affirmation: poe never shuts up about how much he loves, and if he isn't talking about it, he's probably hugging you, holding you, or intertwining your fingers. seriously. the man is OBSESSED with you and he will not let you forget it. is he a bit clingy?? perhaps. but it's poe, and you fucking love it.

finn

acts of service: you suspect it might be something to do with his upbringing, but finn's main love language is acts of service. he goes out his way every day just to make your life a little easier: caff machine on in the morning, hot water bottle in your bed when it's cold, washing hung out when you leave it in the machine for too long. you always insist that it's not necessary but finn struggles with words, so he lets his actions speak for him (even though you know he loves you more than anything !!). that said, he still tells he loves every morning and every night.

obi-wan kenobi

quality time + words of affirmation: you and obi-wan don't get to see each other all that often, so he makes the absolute most of it when you do get to spend time with one another. he makes it count as much as he can, planning nice days out, or cosy ones in when he senses that you need it. he's also BIG on words -- just saying things as they are: that he loves, and you mean the world (galaxy??) to him.

han solo

gift giving + physical touch : han isn't so good with words. actually, he's terrible with them. he always accidentally says the opposite of what he means and there is some kind of permanent traffic jam between his gob and his brain. that said, his actions are so thoughtful: he always buys you little things - souvenirs, bracelets and rings, fridge magnets, post cards - on his trips. physical touch is a BIG one for him too. despite his hard exterior, han absolutely must be the little spoon at night, and when you're beside him in the cockpit, he always has a hand on your thigh.

din djarin

acts of service: and my acts of service, i mean protecting you. he pretty much lives to make sure he's protecting his family, that being you and the kid. it's genuinely what keeps him going, even though he knows you can absolutely handle yourself. still, din would lose his mind if something ever happened to you.

[bruisedboys]

thinking about how anakin skywalker is so casually dominant and as a result, you best believe you’re going to become a victim of his manhandling! like, you’re crazy if you think he’s not gonna pick you up and move you around all the time and whenever he wants!! and ngl he’s a kind of bossy and a tiny bit possessive … but only because he cares about you so much it hurts, and if anything happened to you he’d literally die ok please let him be. but the best part for anakin is, you don’t even mind it. on the contrary, you seem to enjoy it. it’s bad for his ego but he can’t seem to stop!! especially when you get all giggly and breathless when he does it <3

like okay .. he’s always extra needy for kisses from you right? but he’s just not very good about manners. he’s about to leave for a meeting with the jedi council and he’s standing at the door, with his arms crossed like, “give me a kiss before I go, doll.” you raise your eyebrows at him, and say in this sweet, lilting tone, “what was that? didn’t hear you use the magic word, ani.” and he rolls his eyes all the way up into his head, presses you against the wall with a hand on your shoulder, thumb pushing into your throat. “I said, give me a kiss. please.” and you beam at him, somehow completely immune to his intimidating presence and snarky tone. “okay, loverboy,” you’ll say, and get on your tiptoes to press a sweet kiss to his mouth. and he melts!!!!! he probably asks for another one before he leaves, and ends up late to his very important meeting <3

also! as mentioned, he’s kind of … possessive? but not in a creepy way!! just like. super overprotective and very easily jealous and wants everyone to know you’re his. to the point where you’re out for drinks with him and obi-wan, and anakin’s got his arm locked around your shoulders and he’s sending death glares to anyone who so much as looks your way. and obi-wan is all, “y/n … blink twice if you need help,” and anakin glares at him too, but you only laugh and nuzzle further into anakin’s shoulder. and anakin gets this smug look on his face as he rubs your bicep <3

he even does it in his sleep too! like it’s the middle of the night and you need to use the bathroom, but first you have to pry anakin’s arm off of you where it’s locked over your ribs. like he’s literally holding you down in his sleep somehow. and when you’re washing your hands he appears in the doorway, shirtless and grumpy, “what’re you doing?” he’ll mumble sleepily. and you’re like, “um, I’m using the bathroom? what does it look like …” and he just grunts and goes, “well, hurry, please. the bed’s cold without you.” and stalks off to bed. when you slide back in with him, he doesn’t waste a second in getting his arm around you and dragging you back into his side <3

he knows he can be bossy and mean sometimes and he’s trying to be better, he is, but you’ve never once complained and you’re so so patient with him it makes him sick. he just cares okay!! and if that means he gets a little bit overbearing at times then so be it, you don’t mind!!

[panravenc]

i am tired and in need of some cheering up, so here are some domestic headcanons of codywan living together:

living together is different from merely spending time with each other, even if said time is the majority of every day

however, cody and obi-wan find it fairly easy to mesh their routines. that includes work-out and bathroom schedules

obi-wan is a morning person. when he needs not to be, cody prefers to lounge in bed until he's hungry enough for breakfast

that means obi-wan gets the living room for meditation first thing in the morning until cody deigns to make breakfast and snaps him out of it

talking about cooking, cody finds a hobby in trying out new recipes and in learning how to cook. obi-wan, although he can manage basic recipes, has never bothered with cuisine beyond the mess hall of the jedi temple or outside diplomatic missions

he does know how to brew five hundred types of tea and the perfect cup of coffee for cody, but that's different, apparently

cody also takes up baking. he ends up liking it more than cooking, and they settle for taking turns cooking lunch and dinner whenever possible

they have three tookas that followed cody home one day. neither knows where they came from

the tookas live mainly in the temple but if cody is out for longer than a day they cry like devilish creatures from the beyond

there is never a day in which they skip napping. since cody and obi-wan discovered napping together, neither has looked back. if they are busy, that's fine, but otherwise both expect a nap every day

it's the fantasy of every medic that has ever worked with them

they spar a lot. they keep up their training and like getting on each other's nerves by teasing and taunting the other while sparring

on that note, they enjoy playing games against one another, specially scrabble, monopoly, and card games, and try to cheat their way to victory

the rules are that if you get caught cheating, you lose immediately. also you owe the winner a massage

thinking about this, they like solving puzzles together! and doing crosswords (obi-wan) and sudoku (cody) side by side while cuddling on the couch is a preferred activity of the household

tookas might also appropriate their laps during said cuddling but no one's going to get mad at them for that, no sir

on the topic of cuddling! they keep their pda private, but inside their home, they tend to cuddle quite a lot. backhugs, couch cuddles, nap cuddles, meditation-turned-cuddles cuddles...

curiously, they don't sleep cuddling. neither can, except on days when both of them collapse on the bed. usually, they sleep back to back

this is a habit from sharing a tent in war campaigns that has simply not gone away. they also keep it up on missions after the war

also! if obi-wan goes out on a mission, cody follows. while sometimes duty takes them away from each other, cody feels better being obi-wan's back-up and obi-wan's missions go to hell so often that he reluctantly appreciates it too

going back to domesticity, cody likes melodramatic holoseries and obi-wan prefers sober holobooks

since living together, cody has acquired a library of holobooks full of facts and interesting stories and obi-wan is hooked on the worst holoseries ever

they have weekly family/lineage dinners in which cody's closest brothers and obi-wan's lineage (sometimes including master yoda) get together for a meal and a good time

sometimes the number of cody's brothers grow and suddenly they need to move to bigger quarters because the rooms they share certainly aren't big enough for fifty people

they live happily ever after and nothing goes wrong ever and they kiss each other good morning and good night every single day of their lives thereafter. thank you

that is all folks! i hope you guys enjoyed this. i mismashed a lot of my headcanons of codywan living together and threw them in this pot lol. i can't muster the energy to write a full fic, please be content with this ;;

tagging @codywancomfort because i think fluff comforts everyone in their time of need :)

love y'all,

―pau.

[renlyslittlerose]

prompt: "Wait, did I not tell you guys about that? Oops.." for obikin

I wasn't sure what to do for this prompt for a little while, so thank you for the challenge! (Genuinely, I appreciate it haha) 💖

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“Should we wake him?”

“I… I don’t know. He didn’t give us direct orders to.”

“But he didn’t give us orders not to.”

“I wouldn’t wake him if I were you.” The clones turned slowly to look at Anakin as he sat on a packing crate in the middle of camp. Not glancing up from his datapad, he continued. “Obi-Wan wakes up exactly when he means to, not a moment too early or too late. And if you do happen to try and wake him, he’ll try and suffocate you while you beg for freedom.”

One of the clones shifted, his helmet knocking gently against his side. “Are you speaking from experience, sir?”

“Considering we share a bed most nights, yeah, it’s happened,” Anakin mumbled. “Some would say too often, but then again, I’ve been accused of never learning my lesson.”

The clones shared a look before nodding. They weren’t here to ask questions. In fact, that was one of the first lessons they’d been given by Captain Rex when they were assigned to the 501st: The less you ask about General Skywalker and General Kenobi’s relationship, the better off you’ll be.

There was even a poster in the barracks with the quote written on it.

“Thank you, General, for that… valuable insight into our commanding officer’s way of doing things.”

Anakin smiled then, a quick little thing, before his expression returned to focused. “Next time he goes to ‘rest his eyes’, wait a solid two hours before getting worried.”

—

“When was the last time you cleaned your room, Skyguy?”

Anakin sent Ahsoka a sharp glare, one she promptly ignored. Picking up a used caf cup from the rest of the mess on the counter, she sniffed the contents and immediately regretted all the choices she’d made that led her to this moment.

“I haven’t had the time. If you hadn’t noticed, we’ve been away for most of the last three months,” he mumbled. Opening the closet, he started rummaging around in a collection of black and brown fabrics, mumbling about how he swore he’d put the tools they needed in his room.

Ahsoka had half a mind to suggest they just go out and buy a new toolkit. They had a better chance of finding it in a scrapyard than the mess that was Anakin Skywalker’s room.

“You know we’ve got droids in the Temple who can clean this up for you,” she said idly. Stepping over a pile of datapads, she inspected the dead plant on top of the dresser.

“I don’t trust them not to throw out important things,” Anakin’s muffled voice called.

Ahsoka didn’t press the matter, knowing that Anakin’s tendency to hoard had come from a childhood where anything and everything could be useful. Instead she chose to judge Anakin for the pair of black underclothes that hung lewdly from a lamp.

“The least you could do is put your underwear away,” she said. Tilting her head, she realized the underwear was silky. “Ew, Anakin, do you really wear silk underwear?”

Anakin’s head shot up, curls a static mess atop his head. Whipping around to look at Ahsoka, she pointed to the offended pair with a wrinkled nose. With a speed that Ahsoka only saw on the battlefield, Anakin ran across the room, leapt over his bed, and snatched the underwear, almost knocking the lamp over in the process.

“Never took you as the type, Skyguy,” she teased.

“These are Obi-Wan’s,” Anakin said quickly. Seemingly completely oblivious to Ahsoka’s expression, he continued. “He thought he lost them, but clearly he just uh, misplaced them.” Letting out a sigh, he shoved them in his pocket. “He’s going to be so mad, knowing they were here all along.”

Ahsoka blinked. Did she want to know? No… no. She really didn’t want to.

“Did you… find the tools?” she asked.

Anakin shook his head. “Nope. Just gonna have to add that to the list of reasons Obi-Wan is going to give me the silent treatment.”

—

Skywalker and Mace skittered to a stop at the end of a hallway. Above them the sirens of the Separatist cruiser blared, blocking out the sounds of their heavy breathing. Off in the distance, Mace could feel the heavy footfalls of battle droids as they ran through the halls after them. They were closing in. They didn’t have much time.

“Which way?” Mace asked.

Skywalker stilled a moment, attention fixed on something Mace couldn’t see, before he nudged his chin down the hallway that went left. Relying on Skywalker’s almost umbilical-like connection to Kenobi, Mace followed behind, hoping that they’d find Kenobi before the droids found them.

It was supposed to be a routine scouting mission, with the three of them setting off in in opposition directions to scan the surrounding area, find the best way through the thick jungle, and re-converge at the camp with their data. Only Kenobi didn’t return, and with the patience that Mace had some to expect from Skywalker, Skywalker sped off in search of Kenobi. After a few firefights, one very talkative droid, and a couple of stolen Separatist starfighters, they found themselves in the belly of the beast.

They shouldn’t have been in this position in the first place, but then again, any time one worked with Skywalker and Kenobi things like ‘plans’ and ‘should’ and ‘normal’ went right out the window.

“Down here,” Skywalker said as they rounded another corner.

Stopping in front of a door, Mace kept lookout while Skywalker fussed with the locking mechanism. A sharp click soon followed, and Mace entered the room with his lightsaber drawn.

It was empty.

“He was here,” Skywalker said as he stepped inside. “They must have moved him.”

“Are you sure he was even here?” Mace asked as he glanced around the room.

Nodding, Skywalker left the room. “I can smell him.”

Following behind, Mace tried to bite back the question he knew he didn’t want answers to, but it slipped past his lips before he could stop it. “You can smell him?”

“It smelled like his cologne in there - Hapan cologne. He wears it all the time.”

“I… didn’t notice.”

“Really?” Skywalker asked distractedly. “It’s all I could smell.”

Mace wasn’t going to ask any further. It was better that way. Ignorance was bliss, and prevented culpability.

—

“Ahsoka, have you seen Anakin?” Padmé asked.

Ahsoka nodded and pointed down the hallway of the hotel. “I saw him head toward his room a couple of minutes ago. He said he was going on a break.”

A contingency of Jedi had been sent to act as security during a senatorial retreat. It was mostly formality - they were well within the boundaries of the Republic - but with the war advancing as it was, even the most well-guarded senators were beginning to worry. Padmé, for her part, felt a little more secure knowing that Anakin was present, even when he wasn’t directly next to her.

“How are the talks going?” Ahsoka asked, before Padmé set off down the hall.

Padmé shrugged. “Officially we’re not supposed to speak about the war, but unofficially there have been some talks between staunch supporters of the Republic with those who see the Separatists more favourably. I don’t know if anything will come of it, of course, but at least there is dialog. Sometimes that’s all you can hope for.”

“I see.”

“And how’s guard duty?” Padmé asked with a small smile.

“Boring,” Ahsoka said. “Master Obi-Wan keeps telling me that this is a reward, and I should take the time to relax. But it’s not relaxing - it’s boring.”

Patting Ahsoka’s arm, Padmé sent her a sympathetic look. A few years ago and she’d have agreed, but now Padmé was just happy to have time with her own thoughts for a few days. “When you’re relieved of duty, maybe we can find something more exciting to do together.”

Leaving Ahsoka to her drudgery, Padmé continued down the hall and turned the corner. 241… 243… 245…

247.

Anakin had given her a key earlier, telling her if she needed anything day or night she only come get him. She found it a little over-the-top, but that was just Anakin. Tapping the card against the reader, Padmé stepped in as soon as the doors opened and came across.

A scene.

That was the only way to describe it, really. A scene. A very, very intimate scene.

It wasn’t Anakin she found on the bed, but Obi-Wan, already half-undressed with his tunic opened to expose his flushed chest, his hair in an unfamiliar state of dishevelment, and lips parted as he let out a low, slow moan that swung upward the moment he saw Padmé in the door.

For a moment Padmé had no idea what was going on, until she saw where Anakin was. He was knelt on the floor between his Master’s legs, his head ducked, honey-brown curls caught in Obi-Wan’s thick fingers as he did something.

Padmé was certain that this was not some sort of Jedi ritual.

“I’m sorry,” Padmé squeaked out.

Anakin’s head whipped around to show off pouty red lips covered in spit and. Something. Just something.

This was all just something.

“Padmé!”

“Sorry!” She said again. Finally rediscovering how to use her legs, she turned around and hurried out the door and back down the hallway. She could feel her cheeks burning up, and her heart thundered in her chest.

She should have knocked. Even if Anakin wasn’t in there doing something with Kenobi, he could have been doing something with someone else. Or something with himself.

“Did you find him?” Ahsoka called as soon as Padmé rounded the corner.

“I did,” she said quickly.

Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed as she took Padmé in. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, of course,” she said. Smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on her dress, she sent Ahsoka what she hoped was a convincing smile, but when she thought about what her lips were doing, she couldn’t help but think about what Anakin’s lips were doing. “I didn’t know Master Obi-Wan would be with him as well.”

Ahsoka winced. “Wait, did I not tell you about that? I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I should have knocked, regardless.”

“You didn’t knock?” Ahsoka asked, her eyes going wide.

Padmé laughed. Or tried to. It sounded hysterical even to her. “Live and let learn, my grandmother always used to say.”

“I’m so sorry,” Ahsoka repeated.

“It’s alright. No harm, no foul. Another expression my grandmother used to say.”

“Do you. I mean. Are you going to be okay?”

I will be, after I walk into the ocean. “I’m perfectly fine, Ahsoka. Next time I’ll knock.”

Ahsoka frowned. “Sometimes, even knocking doesn’t help.”

[phoenixyfriend]

I have another AU. Whoo!

Saw a youtube thumbnail that caused some free association...

And imagined an odd little Setting where a bored Padme orders a like… LMD-style droid that looks and acts mostly human, because she's lonely and wants to pretend she has a boyfriend, and then the box arrives and she puts the 'droid' together like it's an IKEA bookshelf, and it wakes up and introduces itself as "Anakin Skywalker."

And so Padme starts living out this idyllic fantasy with a live-in househusband that's mostly like a butler that she can cuddle at night. Maybe sex happens maybe not. Doesn't matter. Mostly just Padme indulging in some relaxing fantasy time.

And then he gets a virus and goes Vader mode, and she has to fight for her life against her robot boyfriend.

(Padme has a date with this dashing young captain in the army who made a comment about how he's a bit uncomfortable with the droid boyfriend he saw in a linen closet.)

Little bit of "Megan," little bit of like… idk Disney's "Smart House" or any other movie where the robot starts thinking it's human, gets yandere about the love interest, and decides to do murder about it.

@atagotiak said: Maybe the virus or glitch or whatever isn't obvious immediately, just when she starts to maybe be interested in a human…

So yeah, the virus isn't super noticeable at first, buuuut then Rex shows up and. Well.

As @jebiknights put it:

Captain Rex being weird about the robot boyfriend is great Yes he's pretty but why is he here why is he in your closet just why

She was LONELY and she DOESN'T TRUST MEN because they keep trying to STEAL STATE SECRETS FROM HER DATAPADS, okay?

Her last real relationship was with Clovis, who was getting bribed to steal information on legislation she was drafting for tech safety stuff.

"My last boyfriend was slicing into my private servers to violate republic security and I was paranoid about that so I got a robot boyfriend." "Couldn't he slice in even more easily?" "I mean probably, but he can't really be bribed and I had a friend go through his code to make sure he didn't have any external loyalties, so he wouldn't."

The friend was R2-D2, which is great, buuuuuut Anakin not having any outside loyalties doesn't prevent his firewalls from getting fucked up.

jebiknights:

Omg r2d2 and Anakin mega best friends in this Artoo LOVES harassing high strung droids

I think somehow she and Rex manage to neutralize Anakin without 'killing' him and he? ends up in the care of Obi-Wan? I don't know why or how or what's going on but Anakin ends up latching on to Obi-Wan like a dog to the owner that's the most generous with the treats.

It could end with murdering the evil bot, but I think it's funny for him to just end up Obi-Wan's problem. Like always.

Padme: This droid is uh. Well he's designed to be a boyfriend? To deal with being lonely? Please don't judge me. Obi-Wan: I don't, uh. I don't need a boyfriend. I just need to figure out what happened in the code to cause this so we can let the manufacturer know. Padme, embarrassed: Listen, you can probably just leave him shut down in a corner or something, I'm just worried that trying to deactivate him entirely could reactivate the murder mode? Anyway, mostly he just wants… you know… to sleep in my bed and make dinner and stuff. So you can probably keep him happy while you investigate the issue by just letting him cook for you or something. Obi-Wan: I don't know that I'm comfortable with letting a designed-for-romance droid sleep in my bed with me. Anakin, gauging Obi-Wan's face for his age: I do not need to be a boyfriend. Obi-Wan, unnerved and relieved: Oh, good. Anakin: I will be your son. Obi-Wan: What.

Anakin is making himself Obi-Wan's problem. Padme is mortified. Rex is just icing his shoulder.

@firebirdeternal offered:

I like the idea that Anakin isn't any less evil he's just in charge of like. A single holo-display with no internet access. The worst he can do is be emo in Obi-wan's living room when he's trying to read. "First step in solving the problem of evil sapient technology: Don't hook them up to anything with a connection or a motor. Second step: Don't let them on your Spotify account or they will ruin your recommendations for months."

[notitlesapply]

Okay I had a lovely and very horny idea late last night, and I figured I would share.

Basic premise is that clones have no sense of body shame (because they grew up where 95% of everyone around them looked the same) and Jedi, for the most part, have no body shame because of the whole "luminous beings we are not this crude matter." I mean sure for both groups there are exceptions, but for the most part Jedi and clones don't care about nudity. They also don't care about being shy about sex. Sex is natural and feels good.

Mandos on the other hand, like to cover up like Victorian maidens and they have matching sensibilities about nekkid time.

(more under the cut for spice 🌶️🌶️🌶️)

Okay, so in this fic, Jango is alive because I wanna scar Jango. I love him so much but I want him to be punished for his crimes 😈

Anyway, basic set up, things are like canon, Jango is the clone template, a bounty hunter, morally dark gray asshole, hater of Jedi yadda yadda, but also at some point he got control of Mandalore again. He's Mand'alor, ruling the sector, and didn't die. Like canon, Mandalore wants nothing to do with the war, but just like in canon keep getting dragged into shit.

BTW Satine is not gone in this AU because I love her. I think she and Jango have a very loveless political marriage for the stability of Mandalore. Satine is head advisor, and in reality she's the one actually getting shit done in Mandalore's government. Do you think Jango gives a shit about infrastructure? About economics, land rights, keeping the peace between clans, or setting and collecting taxes? Does Jango even know how to fund hospitals, schools, and roads? HELL NO! He leaves that to Satine, who's doing the actual work of running the government, but Jango always gets the final say cause he's the absolute ruler and whatnot. Yes Jango and Satine butt heads and sometimes he fucks up her projects, but for the most part, he leaves the bureaucracy to her.

Anyway, back on track. So at some point Mandalore has to make nice with the Republic. They're going to make a treaty. The Republic sends Obi-Wan and the 212th because 1) Obi-Wan is the Negotiator and 2) Obi-Wan can actually speak Mando'a and is familiar with their leaders and culture.

Of course as soon as Jango hears it's Obi-Wan on his way, he cockblocks Satine. He knows they have a history. He's not going to take the chance that Satine will go soft on her old flame. He's going to deal with the Jedi himself.

Meanwhile Satine is laughing at him on the inside because if he thinks he can handle Obi-Wan Kenobi better than her, he's even more of a meathead than she thought.

Anyway, Obi-Wan and the 212th touch down on Mandalore. Jango, being an absolute ass, goes with a power play right off the bat. He issues a single room for Obi-Wan and his soldiers. To be fair, it's a barracks room, so it can fit quite a few of Obi-Wan's entourage, but even though Obi-Wan informs Jango how many people are coming, Jango only provides half the number of beds required. So when Obi-Wan comes down, there's barely enough space for all the men.

Obi-Wan and the men play it cool. They'll just double bunk. No problem. (Cody, of course, volunteers instantly to be Obi-Wan's bed buddy. No one is surprised.)

Jango is a little irritated at how calm they are about the arrangements, so he decides to double down on the assholery. He orders his staff to turn the heat up in the guest barracks.

This was his first mistake.

His second mistake was barging into the room early in the morning with his advisors in an effort to surprise the Republic dogs. The 212th are half asleep. And every. Single. One. Is. NAKED.

The Mandos brains short out. That's a LOT of nekkid men sharing beds or laying on the bare floor. Sure the room is hot, but don't they have the decency to wear light sleep clothes?! (Jokes on them, the Republic doesn't provide pajamas.)

Jango is not about to be beaten though. He's red as a chilli pepper under his helmet, but he's going to power play like a BOSS. He demands to be pointed in the direction of Kenobi. (A sleepy soldier points to the back of the room and promptly passes back out on his brother's sweaty stomach.)

The Mandos march to the back, struggling not to look at all the exposed body parts. (The advisors are horrified to realize they now know what their Mand'alor looks like naked.)

Jango is sure the Jedi at least will be clothed (don't Jedi wear like 10 layers of robes?) but to his horror, Obi-Wan is lounging nude on his bed, working on a data pad. Commander Cody is sprawled out next to him in the bed fast asleep, also nude, and (to Jango horror) sporting morning wood. (The advisors are now crying under their buckets because now they've seen their leader's erect cock, how scandalous!)

"Good morning, Alor, how may I help you?" Obi-Wan asks politely in a quiet voice so as not to disturb Cody's sleep. Jango sputters, his brain rebooting.

"Cover your dicks!" Jango finally growls out. This wakes up Cody, who opens one glaring eye. Cody mutters under his breath before rolling over, pressing his hard on into Obi-Wan's side to cover it, then hitching up a leg to cover Obi-Wan's groin.

"Happy now, Prime?" Cody grumbles. He doesn't wait for an answer before promptly closing his eyes. (The Mandos have blue screened. Mando.exe error)

Obi-Wan looks fondly at Cody before looking back at Jango expectantly. Jango sputters some BS nonsense and keeps staring resolutely at Obi-Wan hair line before making the basic pleasantries to leave. Cody mutters "Finally" before rolling back over, exposing his hard dick again. The head is suspiciously shiny and there's a bit of wetness against Obi-Wan's side. Jango firmly Stops Thinking About It before basically sprinting outta there, his advisors following in his wake. He orders more bedding for the Republic envoy pronto and to lower the AC in the room. Make it chilly.

Now Jango is not one to give up. He's going to one up the Jedi. He does his trick of barging in unannounced, his advisors with him. They're all going to be clothed this time because now it's cold in here.

No such luck.

The 212th have made a giant cuddle pile in the center of the room to keep warm. While yes, a few soldiers are wearing their thermal blacks and wrapping up in blankets, most of them are butt ass naked in a giant pile snuggling for warmth and comfort. And since it's no longer hot, more than a few of them have decided to let off some steam with sexy times. (None of the Mandos wanted to know what Jango's O-face looked like, but apparently they get to know now!)

But to give Jango credit, he's not willing to back down. He asks to be shown to Kenobi. (A clone points him to the far edge of the pile before going back to pound a fellow trooper into the mattress.)

Red faced, Jango and (most) of his advisors march over to the Jedi. (One poor advisor was just like "Nope!" and dipped.) Luckily it looks like Kenobi is one of the ones who kept clothes on. Yes Cody is sprawled on top of him, dozing, but they're both wearing their shirts and a blanket is over them for warmth.

"How may I help you, gentle beings?" Obi-Wan asks politely. He's petting Cody's hair. It's disgustingly domestic and Jango HATES it. (But at least they're not doing anything risque, because Jango thinks he'll die if he ever saw one of his clones fucking a Jedi.)

Jango starts in on his well practiced speech of all the demands Mandalore has for the Republic. He goes on and on, sounding angrier and angrier. He's desperately trying to ignore the wet sloppy sounds behind him and the moans. Another advisor flees. Jango takes note to prepare discriminatory action.

Finally, Cody opens one baleful eye and calmly says, "Shut up."

Cody sits up on Obi-Wan's lap. The blanket falls, revealing that while they had their shirts on, they had kicked off their lowers at some point. Cody apparently was warming Obi-Wan, because the Jedi's prick is firmly wedged in his Commander's ass.

Cody proceeds to rant at Jango about how this is not the time to talk politics and demands. They have a goddamn schedule, remember?! Their meeting is later. The 212th has rest time for at least another 2 hours, this is a private space given to them, and the Mandos being fucking rude for bothering them.

As he continues berating the Mandos, Obi-Wan starts softly moaning underneath him. Cody has decided to lightly bounce on his Jedi's lap because he's a multi-tasker, and he's fucking horny after warming his Jedi for half an hour. Jango and his advisors are staring and dying a little inside. It's like watching a speeder wreck. They can't look away.

Cody wraps up his little rant before turning his attention solely on his panting Jedi.

"You cum when I say you can," Cody orders firmly before riding Obi-Wan in earnest. The Jedi cries out in agreement, his hips bucking. Cody starts groaning out filthy praise, "Oh oh your dick is so perfect! Long and fat and filling me up so good! Good boy..."

Jango books it outta there, his advisors trailing after him.

Later, when they have the official meeting, Jango wants this to be over with pronto. He agrees to everything Obi-Wan says. He just wants the Jedi and the clones gone. He can't look Obi-Wan or Cody in the eyes. Satine is giving Jango the side eye, but also smirking a little. She doesn't know what happened, but whatever Obi-Wan did, it rattled Jango and she's laughing at him for it.

She also offers to let Obi-Wan and the 212th stay longer as her personal guests so Jango can't just throw them out. Jango is horrified to know that these horny degenerates are going to be on his planet longer. Obi-Wan gracefully accepts her offer. Satine suggests that the 212th explore the city. The 212th heads out and more than a few hook up with some locals. Sooooo many Mandos now know what Jango looks like naked. Jango is nicknamed "Mand'alor the Lover" and "Mand'alor the Big Dick". He's dying.

[skywalkoverme]

"𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧" 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 9

a/n: I'm bad at summaries sorry lol

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𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: Anakin confesses.

Warnings/contains: dom! male, dom! fem, Enemies to lovers, sexual situations, some lore etc, anakin likes you! (finally), some angst, more to come as the series goes on etc, proof read-- but english is not my first language!

Word Count: 1.5k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

When the two returned to the Palace, you were by the large fountain with your younger sister on your lap. The young girl mocked your hand as it flowed through the water, creating large ripples. She swam her hands around in the basin of the fountain, giggling as the fishes swam to her. The Jedi stood in the massive doorway that led outside, watching as you moved hair from your face. “Hm…It’s time for bed.” The girl frowned at the Jedi and hugged you around your neck. “Run along.” She ran past the two men and into the palace.

You stood from the ledge of the fountain, your hands clasped as you turned to face the Jedi. This all felt like Déjà vu to the two while you stood there in the moonlight; it’s cool light embraced your navy hair and cerulean skin. The sound of waves on the shore and hollow wind in their ears. “I want to thank you for your help. In the city’s main hospital, your clones are being tended to. I must say, we lost a great many lives, but It was not in vain. For that, I thank you.” You bowed to the two men.

“You’re very welcome, your highness.” Anakin remained quiet and bowed with his master. “I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“Down in the Ruins, I lost my way, but we found a few things. Paintings.”

“What did you find?” You asked, your gaze switched between the two men. Anakin couldn’t bring himself to talk, to support Obi-wan or even look you in the eyes. “Please, tell me.” Anakin knew you were speaking to him, but he couldn’t open his mouth.

“A few paintings of a woman that looks just like you. That and Jedi from this planet.”

“That’s impossible. We’ve never had child force sensitive enough to become one.” Obi-wan brought his hologram chip to you, a photo of the painting itself. “Oh my…”

Obi-wan thought it over for a second before deciding not to interrogate you. After all, this planet is large, there’s no doubt that something like a temple could be forgotten so easily. Perhaps the painting really was of your ancestor. Regardless, the battle is over, and they would need to return to Coruscant soon. “Perhaps consider excavating the site. There was a lot of good artifacts there.”

“In our culture, it’s best to leave things be. Erden will take what she wants and leave out all the rest.”

“Of course, we understand.”

“You both, as well as your clones, are welcome to stay for as long as you like.” Anakin couldn’t focus. Words sound beautiful when they came from your lips; he floats on every vowel in a pool of your voice. “…your rooms are still made up if you’d like to stay.” Anakin nodded.

“I suppose we will stay until all the clones are healed.” Your hands clasped and you smiled, “Good night, your highness.”

“Good night, Jedi.” Obi-wan left and returned to his chambers. Anakin lingered by the doors, his eyes on your hair as it flowed in the wind. The strands cusped around your curves and reached down to your knees. You didn’t mind as he watched you, “Is there something you need?”

“…I want to stay.” You nodded and glanced at the room’s exit. “No, I mean, I want to know what’s happening here. I want to stay.”

“There is nothing bad happening on Erden. Not anymore.”

He winced as you held back, “I saw it with my own eyes! There are Jedi from this planet. Call it Erden, I don’t care but I want to know!”

“There is nothing here for you any longer, Jedi.” His heart ached in his chest when he heard that.

“Nothing?” You wore a sad smile. “Nothing?” He held the door with his hand. All of this over the course of these few days meant nothing? Of course, he was an asshole to you as you were to him, but you mean to tell him that all of it meant nothing? “You. You’re here.”

“Of course, I am. I am the Queen.”

“Right, the Queen of Erden.”

“All I’ve done, it has been for my people, my planet.”

“I’ve heard you say that plenty of times.” He stepped to you. “I cannot rest until I get answers.”

“Then the night will be long.” You said as you walked past him and into the hall. “I cannot permit you to stay, jedi. My people aren’t the kindest to Jedi.”

“That explains your…daughter?”

“My sister and she simply dislikes men.”

“That’s fair.” He stopped you in the hall by your wrist. “Can we actually talk? A real conversation, not this ghostly whisper.” You looked at the doors that led to your quarters. “You’re acting differently…Speak to me, Y/n.” He refused to let go of your wrist.

“Everything you want to know, you can find in the library.”

“You’re not in the library. You’re right here.” He said and softened his grip on your wrist. “I won’t force you but If it means anything, I’m begging.” You stood against him in the hallway and placed your right hand over his that grabbed your left wrist. His palm began to sweat as your calm gaze fell on his. The open palace allowed a cool amount of airflow throughout the halls. The only light belonged to the moon as you guided him down the hall. His feet moved on their own, his gaze on the back of your head and your white dress.

“If I tell you what I can, will you go home?”

Anakin sat with you on the sofa. Your body sunk into the cushions with him, his hand between yours. “To Coruscant?” He looked at your hands and back at you. “…I don’t know if I can.” He watched your expression, to this moment, unreadable. You leaned forward onto him and hugged around his neck.

Your body heat mixed with his. He could no longer tell who was burning up, you or him. His nose buried in your silky hair and against your neck; the scent is delightful, powdery and sweet like the center bud of a peony. His right arm wrapped around your waist and brought you closer to him. The shape of your body fit like a puzzle in his hands, he refused to let go. “You kept your promises from the day we first met.”

“Yeah? What did I say?”

“I’ll fight your battles, organize your military.” You said, mocking his deeper voice. The man chuckled.

“I did make that promise. And you gave me my lightsaber.”

“You took it back but sure.”

“I didn’t think you minded.” You were relaxed on his body and allowed him to hold your weight. “Besides, I needed it.”

“I can feel it.” You said as his solid hilt pressed on you. He swift took if off his belt and placed it on the table. “Aren’t you scared of accidentally turning it on and…hurting yourself?”

“I used to do that a lot. I’d burn the tips of my fingers, a hole in my clothes, that sort of thing.” You smiled as you imagined him as a teen, fumbling with his lightsaber. All he could focus on was that you didn’t pull away from this hug. As the minutes went by, you stayed in his arms, tucked softly against him.

His fingers found yours; fingertips ran down your palm, slow like a thick sweetener. Before enveloping your fist in his clutch, the man kissed your purple markings. “I think we will be good friends.”

Anakin shook his head and pulled slightly from you, “Don’t say that. Don’t say there’s nothing for me here either.”

“One day and one day soon, you must leave.”

His eyes pricked with tears, “I don’t want to!”

You stared at his hand that clutched yours and brought you close against him. “I’ll remember you, Anakin Skywalker, fondly, that is.” He twists a ring on your fingers and brought it up to the first knuckle. Anakin twirled the sides of the ring around your soft skin. “I know what you’re thinking. I want you to leave.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I want you to go back to Coruscant. Find a wife and continue your journey.” He shook his head.

“I’m not leaving you.” His eyes traveled the valley of your face, each delicate feature of your body down to the ring on your toe, “Read my mind right now and tell me what I feel.” His chest shook as he breathed, each exhale more nervous than the last. Your eyes shut and you synced your breath with his; you rested in his excitement and fear. Each heartbeat rang loudly in your ears. Anakin’s eyes closed when your kiss met his lips. His head sunk back onto the sofa armrest and your bodies became one. He felt himself sink into your skin, your heart in his chest, your tongue lapped over his. He grew drunk off the sweet taste and lay within you.

a/n: Next chapter is just a full sex scene lol. You all deserve it! <3

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[tennessoui]

Obikin for number 41 of the ask game, if you’re up for it - thanks!

absolutely!

[from this list of prompts]

[5. 'are you jealous' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

41. "you did all of this for me?"

Vader's precious padawan blinks down at him, lovely blue eyes wet and wide. He's sitting in an empty Council seat, Anakin's Council seat, and Vader is kneeling at his feet. Vader had once sworn, years ago now at the time he first earned his Sith name, that he would never kneel at another's feet again.

What a fool he'd been then.

Or--not a fool. Just so incredibly shortsighted.

"I don't understand," Obi-Wan tells him quietly, and Vader gives him a smile, shakes his head in fondness. There is very little in the entire galaxy that his padawan can't understand should he put his mind to it.

Obi-Wan simply does not want to understand, though the evidence is laid out so neatly before him. Physically before him, for that matter.

His padawan's stubbornness would be endearing if it were not so inconvenient. If it did not come with the boy drawing his knee up and out of Vader's reach the moment he goes to touch him.

As if he cannot bear his master's touch. As if he does not recognize him.

Vader lets out a measured breath, searching to calm himself. It is hardly his padawan's fault that he's reacting this way. Vader had always envisioned himself coaxing Obi-Wan into the truth in order to let him accept it.

Tonight had hardly gone as planned.

For all parties involved.

"I had no choice," Vader tells him now, grasping his knee with his flesh palm and pushing it up--allowing himself to touch, to feel. He'd returned to the Temple long past sunset. Had stopped here in the Council chambers first for a moment before fetching his padawan from his bed. Obi-Wan is still in his night clothes, pale and vulnerable and suitable only for Vader's eyes.

But then, Vader has always thought that.

"You killed the Chancellor," Obi-Wan tells him. His voice jumps up, high and distressed and his eyes flicker back and forth between Vader and the body behind him. The Chancellor's head is somewhere further away still, though his padawan cannot bring himself to look at it. "The Chancellor of the Republic!"

"Yes," Vader agrees. It had been a death long overdue, but Obi-Wan does not need to know that.

"He was my friend," Obi-Wan says, eyebrows furrowed and eyes so wet and beautiful. It means something, Vader thinks. That Obi-Wan is not running away. That he isn't screaming. That he has allowed himself to be pushed into Anakin Skywalker's Council seat even after seeing the body that Vader has brought him. Even after seeing Anakin Skywalker's golden eyes.

"He was my master," Vader says, and watches carefully--greedily--as the realization slides across his padawan's face. There is pain and sadness and disbelief and hurt and anger and agony, and his padawan wears them all so beautifully.

"You said--" Obi-Wan stops, wets his lips. His eyes jump to Vader's face and then remain there, pinned and punishing. "You said it was for me. That you...you did it for me. All of it?"

"Yes," Vader agrees easily, though Obi-Wan has not been very specific. It is true nonetheless. Since the boy came into his life all those years ago, hurt and angry and wounded at the tender age of fifteen, everything Anakin Skywalker has done has been for the boy. All of it. Always. He Fell for him. He killed for him. He protected him from every silent threat that could have hurt him, every lustful Jedi who got too close to him, every disappointment, every skinned knee. Or he tried to, at least. And took away his pain when he couldn't be there to stop the insult in the first place. All of it has been for the boy. His boy. His precious padawan.

"But I...I never wanted anyone to die," Obi-Wan whispers, eyes tugged back to the headless body of the Chancellor. "I never...I never wanted you to Fall. Master, this isn't you, this isn't--"

Vader leans forward. Obi-Wan's night clothes have slipped up his leg from the touch of Vader's hand, and his padawan's skin is exposed. Vader has spent years exercising control that fails him now. He presses his lips against that fragile, soft skin, and the Force rears back with desire.

Not his own desire.

"You have a choice, little one," he murmurs, reveling in the feeling of his lips brushing against skin that has for so long been denied to him by his own self-control. If he were a weaker man, perhaps he would have given into his padawan's desires long ago. Before things were ready. Before the moment was right. "You have many choices to make, actually. And so little time to make them."

"Anakin," Obi-Wan says, pleas, really. His hands tangle in his hair, though if the boy means to tug him away, he forgets to. Instead, the touch simply lingers. "Please, Master, I don't--I won't--"

"The Chancellor had plans to destroy the Jedi Order and the Republic," Vader says, low and sweet. "He has placed control chips in the minds of the clones. The right phrase, said into the right comm-link, will trigger the downfall of the Jedi."

"No," Obi-Wan breathes, which is what Vader had thought his padawan would think. It is so sweet to be proven correct.

Though it is a pity, really. He thinks he would have liked to be emperor now that Sidious has fallen. But though the tug of the Dark Side encourages greed, there is undeniably something that Vader wants more than the galaxy.

"I know," he soothes his padawan, using the Force to tug him closer. The boy doesn't resist, as if he has forgotten that he can. "I know, it would have been horrible, sweetheart. But I killed him. He is dead."

He is dead for unrelated reasons, of course. Dead not because of his plans or because of the Order. Dead because he dared invite Obi-Wan for tea while Vader was off planet. Dead because he touched his padawan, put his hand on his shoulder during a public appearance at the opera.

Obi-Wan does not need to know this.

"I have to go though," Vader tells him instead. A whisper. Heartbroken and gutted and utterly false. "He manipulated me into Falling, sweet one. And now I have to go because the Jedi Order will imprison me should I stay."

And, like the sweetest of victories, Obi-Wan's hands clench tighter into his hair. "No," he says. "No, they wouldn't--we can explain. You can--can explain--"

"I cannot risk my freedom in that way, sweetling," Vader says, and his voice is hurt and hard and so, so false. "They will not listen. Or they will see a Fallen man, a Sith with golden eyes, and they will fear him. They will take you away from me. Give you to another master to train."

"They won't--"

"They will," Vader murmurs. He pushes his hands higher up Obi-Wan's legs, taking the nightrobes with him as he goes. Exposing more of his padawan to the cool night air of the Council chambers, to the heat of his master's eyes. "If not because I am a man Fallen then because they will certainly check the security holos of this room. And they will see this. My mouth on your skin. Your hands in my hair. Of course they will take you away from me should we stay."

Obi-Wan trembles beneath his lips. He trembles and his Force signature sways, burning hot with guilt and shame and desire. Longing. Love.

"So you have a choice, baby. I need to leave. Because of what I did to protect you. And you--you can let me go alone, or you can come with me."

His padawan's hands tighten in his hair, and Vader could be Force-blind and still feel the pulse of want at his words. But it is not enough to have Obi-Wan Kenobi want him. He needs to need him.

He needs to follow him.

"I would never leave you," Vader tells him. This, finally, after everything else, is the truth. He wonders if his padawan understands it for the threat it is. "Please, Obi-Wan. Do not leave me either."

Obi-Wan's blue eyes, so lovely, so loved, blink down at him. He opens his mouth and wets his lips. "Master," he murmurs. It is the most beautiful sound, his capitulation.

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

If ur oki with it, girl dad Josh hc's

(I gotch you <3

Josh levy as a Girl Dad headcannons!

1. Hypervigilant Protector Mode:

Josh is an extremely protective dad—borderline helicopter parent at times. The idea of someone hurting his daughter sends him into overdrive. He'll grill a toddler at daycare if they so much as steal a crayon from her.

2. Sci-Fi Indoctrination:

By age three, his daughter has seen all the Star Trek movies (age-appropriately censored), has a tiny Starfleet uniform, and can name every crew member of the Enterprise. Her bedtime stories are plot summaries of obscure sci-fi shows Josh acts out with full dramatic flair.

3. Emotionally Attuned (Sometimes Too Much):

His BPD makes him hyperaware of his daughter's moods. He'll immediately notice if she's quiet or off and will spiral if he thinks she’s upset with him. “Did I ruin her childhood? What did I say??” he’ll whisper at 2 a.m.

4. Fiercely Encouraging, But Competitive:

Whatever his daughter likes—sports, art, science—he’s all in. He wants to be her #1 fan but might accidentally turn things into a competition, like, “Yeah, but my comic was better at your age. Still... this is... solid.”

5. Rants at PTA Meetings:

The teachers fear him. He will go on long-winded rants about educational standards, media literacy, and why The Magic School Bus is better than any modern kids show. If the curriculum skips over Carl Sagan, he loses it.

6. Clingy During Milestones:

First day of school? He’s crying in the car. First crush? He’s interrogating them with passive-aggressive jokes. When she moves out? He’s FaceTiming her every other day with “You forgot your Star Wars DVDs. You’ll be back. You’ll miss me. Right?”

7. Deep Talks & Meltdowns:

Late-night convos with his daughter are some of the best moments in his life. But if they fight, he can get emotionally intense, struggling with black-and-white thinking. He worries constantly: “What if she hates me now?”

8. Best At Cosplay:

Halloween is sacred. He goes all-out on her costumes, usually coordinating his own. Think matching Ripley and Power Loader, or Princess Leia and sad, overprotective Obi-Wan Dad.

9. Will Go Nuclear on Misogyny:

Despite his ego, Josh is violently defensive of his daughter’s right to be into science, comics, and math. If anyone belittles her because she's a girl? He erupts. No one tells his kid she can’t love “The Wrath of Khan.” (which is ironic)

10. Soft Spot, Big Heart:

At the core of it all, Josh just adores his daughter. She’s the only person who can break through his arrogance with a smile or eye roll. When she hugs him, he melts, all his bluster fading into this emotional puddle of “God, I love you, kid.”

Bonus fic

Scene: Josh's Apartment, Nighttime

Josh is sitting on the couch surrounded by empty takeout containers and action figures. He's rubbing his temples, clearly spiraling from work stress and something petty he argued about online. His daughter walks in, clutching her stuffed Spock.

Daughter:

“You said you’d read me the rest of Red Mars before bed.”

Josh:

“I know, I know, I just—God, I’m sorry, kiddo. Today was... dumb. People are dumb. The internet is a hellhole. Never join fandom forums, okay?”

Daughter: (climbs onto the couch and plops down beside him)

“You always say that, but you never quit them.”

Josh groans and covers his face

“Because I’m addicted to rage, apparently.”

She pulls his hand away gently and puts Spock in his lap.

Daughter:

“Spock says that’s illogical. He says you need sleep, and maybe some salad.”

Josh cracks a smile despite himself

“Okay, that’s... that’s actually not bad advice. God, you’re scary good at this.”

Daughter:

“Yeah. It’s because I’m smarter than you.”

Josh was mock offended

“Excuse me? You take that back. I built an entire diorama of the Babylon 5 command deck out of cardboard when I was your age.”

Daughter: (grinning)

“And I made a diorama of you having a meltdown over a fan fic.”

Josh staring, then snorting with laughter

“You little goblin. Fine. You win. Let’s read your damn Mars book.”

He pulls her into a half-hug and grabs the book off the coffee table, flipping it open with a dramatic voice.

Josh (reading):

“‘The dust was red. The wind screamed across the Martian plains like a fanboy denied entry to San Diego Comic-Con…’”

She giggles, snuggles closer, and he leans his head on hers—finally calm. Needless to say if Josh had a daughter she was be a total daddies girl

(Yo i lowkey got emotional writing this and listening to weezer 😭😭😭😭

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Star Wars request! Could I have one where anakin has a Padawan only a couple years younger than him and he’s secretly in love with her and is fiercely protective to the point that obi-wan points it out regularly and one night after being flirted with by a fellow student, anakin goes a little too far and ends up confessing his feelings for her in private? Lots of fluff please thanks 😊

Word count: 1.8 K.

From the start, you were opposed to being Anakin’s Padawan for two reasons: first, he was a rule- breaker, and second, he was very handsome. You were afraid that you might develop feelings for him- attachment, which was forbidden for a Jedi. However, since it was the Council’s decision, you couldn’t object. What would you even tell them?

Your fear became reality, but you convinced yourself that you could control your emotions- or so you thought.

It didn’t help that he was always so protective of you; some would even say overprotective. In a way, you enjoyed it, but on the other hand, it felt like he was keeping you from reaching your full potential. This led to many arguments between the two of you.

Fortunately, Obi-Wan was on your side most of the time, telling Anakin that he needed to have faith in you, that letting you take risks and go on missions alone was the only way for you to improve and eventually become a Jedi knight.

Anakin would eventually let you go on missions alone, but the ones he chose were usually safe. There were a few exceptions, but these were typically the Council’s orders. 

When you returned, he’d often reprimand you for getting injured, giving you a lecture about how you should be more careful. It always ended with him saying this was why he didn’t like sending you on such missions. This was rich, coming from him-  the most reckless person you’d ever met.

What you didn’t understand was why he acted this way with you. He didn’t treat anyone else like this- not with his former Master, his friends, or his troops.

Then, one night, everything became clear.

You were returning from a dangerous mission on one of the Outer Rim planets. The mission had been a success, but you were seriously injured while defending your men. 

The minute the ship landed, Anakin rushed to check on you, as he always did. But this time, you weren’t there to greet him. Instead, it was one of your men. When he didn’t see you, his heart sank.

“Where is she?” Anakin demanded, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

“The infirmary, she’s-“.

Before the poor man could finish his sentence, Anakin pushed past him, making his way to you. He was furious- angry at your men for failing to protect you, at you for putting yourself in danger, and at himself for allowing this to happen.

But all that anger evaporated the moment he saw you unconscious in the infirmary, your face covered in bruises and cuts. His anger was replaced by worry and fear of losing you.

“How is she?” Anakin asked the medical droid.

“She sustained serious injuries, but she’s doing much better now. I recommend rest and a few days away from missions requiring heavy physical activity”.

He sat quietly at the edge of your bed, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. He was about to reach for your hand when your eyes fluttered open.

“Master?” Your vision was still a bit blurry.

“I’m here”.

You examined your surroundings, slowly remembering where you were. Realizing the situation, your eyes widened. You knew you were in a lot of trouble “Master, I can explain-“.

“Rest now. We’ll talk later” Anakin said, sensing your panic. As much as he wanted to scold you and know exactly what happened, now was not the time.

The following evening, you were almost fully recovered when a fellow Jedi friend invited you to celebrate your victory at a cantina. Needing to relax after such a grueling mission, you agreed.

Anakin went to check on you, but when you weren’t in the infirmary and your commlink was turned off, his frustration grew. He searched for you everywhere, his patience wearing thin. When one of your fellow Jedi sensed his distress and approached him, Anakin asked about your whereabouts.

Upon hearing you were at the cantina, his heart skipped a beat. Fearing the worst, he rushed there, and when he found you, his fears weren’t entirely unfounded.

You were on the dance floor with a couple other Padawans, one of whom was shamelessly flirting with you. You spoke to him kindly, which Anakin immediately misinterpreted as flirting. Seeing you laughing and being friendly with the Padawan was the last straw.

He strode toward you, gripping your wrist as he leaned in “Can I speak to you in private?”.

“Yes, Master. But can’t it wait until tomorrow?” you pleaded.

“Now, Y/n” he ordered.

“Alright, alright”.

He led the way out of the cantina, his grip on your wrist tight enough that it started to hurt.

“Slow down, Anakin. You’re hurting me”.

Anakin stopped, his eyes dropping to your wrist. He immediately let go, the fear of having hurt you flashing across his face. The last thing he wanted was to cause you pain.

“Get in the speeder” he commanded.

You complied, knowing better than to argue with him when he was like this, though his sudden aggression confused you.

The ride back to the temple was silent. Once you arrived, he led you into the temple and straight to his private quarters. Realizing where you were, you hesitated- this was the first time you’d been in his room.

“Come in and close the door behind you” he said, his voice stern but tinged with something softer. A mix of thrill and nervousness filled you as you shut the door and turned to face him. You could sense there was more than anger in his emotions- something deeper, familiar.

“Master, if this is about what happened on the mis-”.

“It’s not” he interrupted. There was a long, awkward silence as he seemed to wrestle with what he wanted to say,

“Then what is it about?” you asked, stepping closer, narrowing the distance between you.

“It’s about you. How reckless you are. You were seriously injured just a day ago, and now you’re out celebrating like nothing happened” he began, struggling to keep his anger in check.

“The recklessness, I learned from you, Master. We won- it was hard, but we made it. So yeah, celebrating seemed like a good idea”.

“Well, it’s not. You should be resting. And not everything I do is something you should be doing too” his voice started rising.

“That’s not fair. You never rest. I have learned so much from you, I’ve become a better fighter because of you. And now what? You’re mad because I’ve taken risks, just like you always do?”.

“It’s different for me” he snapped, stepping closer, his voice harsh now “I can handle the risks. You… you shouldn’t have to”.

“Why? Because I’m not as strong as you?” you glared at him, refusing to back down.

“No! Because I ca-” his voice faltered for a moment, but then quickly shifted, his frustration fueling his next words. “I saw you. You were just injured, and there you were, laughing, celebrating with them like nothing’s wrong. And him-” his voice turned sharp with bitterness “that Padawan, flirting with you like you’re just some… some prize, while I was worried sick about you”.

Your eyes widened in realization, and you let out a disbelieving laugh “Is that what this is about? You’re angry because some Padawan flirted with me?”.

“I saw the way he looked at you! Like you were just another challenge to him. You were hurt, and instead of resting, you went to a cantina, where anyone could’ve taken advantage of you” Anakin clenched his fists.

“He was just being nice. I can take care of myself” you shot back, stepping even closer.

“Nice? NICE?” Anakin scoffed, his voice rising with disbelief “I saw the way he touched your arm, the way he stood too close to you. It wasn’t just ‘nice’. I know the likes of him. In your normal state, I have no doubt in your abilities, but you were still recovering. He could’ve-”.

“You’re overreacting, Anakin. He wasn’t going to do anything. I’ve handled worse situations”.

“I’m not overreacting” Anakin grunted, taking another step toward you “I’m trying to protect you”.

“Protect me?” you scoffed, feeling your anger rise to match his. “I don’t need you to. I’m not some helpless child. I know how to defend myself. I’ve done it time and time again”.

“That’s not the point. I can’t just stand by and watch” he said, his voice breaking ”I can’t- I can’t lose you” his anger melted into something else, something raw and vulnerable. You could see how hesitant he was about the last four words.

“What? you asked in a voice barely above a whisper as shock settled in.

Anakin’s eyes finally met yours. They were softer, calmer than when the night began “I can’t lose you” he repeated, this time with more conviction. “I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, of something happening to you” his words were filled with pain, as if the weight of them was finally sinking in.

You stood there, staring at him, your heart pounding in your chest as the tension between you became almost unbearable “Anakin… what are you saying?”.

He looked away, his jaw clenching “I’m saying…it’s more than just concern for you as my Padawan. It’s not just that I want to protect you because it’s my duty” he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair as if searching for the right words. “It’s because I care about you. More than I should. I know it’s not right. I know I’m not supposed to feel this way. I’ve tried to ignore it, bury it, push it away, but I can’t”.

“Anakin, I-”  you whispered, trying to process everything.

“I don’t expect you to feel the same” he took a step back “I know it complicates things, but I couldn’t keep this bottled up. I couldn’t just pretend anymore, not when I thought I could lose you. I needed you to know. I care about you more than anything else in this galaxy, and the thought of losing you terrifies me. I will do anything you ask”.

For a long moment, the two of you stood there in silence, the weight of his confession pressing down on you. Then, slowly, you stepped forward, closing the distance between you once again “Anakin…” you said softly, your hand reaching out to gently caress his cheek. 

Anakin’s breath hitched at your touch, his eyes closing for a moment as if he were trying to gather himself.

“You’re not the only one who’s been pretending” you confessed. 

His eyes slowly opened, and you could see the flicker of surprise in them as he searched your face, trying to understand what you were saying.

“I care about you too. So much that it scares me sometimes” you admitted, swallowing hard “I tried to deny it, to fight it, and for a while, it worked. But now… this- this changes everything”.

“You…you care about me?” he asked, trying to hide his joy, still not believing what he was hearing.

“I do” you nodded, feeling the air grow thin as your breaths became heavier.

Anakin leaned in, his forehead gently resting against yours. His breath was warm, mingling with yours as he closed his eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

Taglist: @mother-dragon-and-her-hatchlings

[paracosm-draw]

Obikin personal headcanons nobody asked for :

- Obi-Wan is an early bird, always waking up around dawn to perform his carefully crafted morning routine before starting the day. He goes to bed early when he can and falls asleep quickly. He generally sleeps well but his sleep deteriorates a lot during the war.

- Anakin is a night owl. He goes to bed late at night and tosses and turns for at least an hour before his overthinking brain finally shuts down. He (canonically) has nightmares very often if not every night and so has a very poor sleep quality impacting his mental health. He also suffers from insomnia. He hates waking up in the morning and when he has the chance he likes to sleep in until at least 12:00. Obi-Wan lets him.

- When they got together they had a very hard time adjusting to each other's sleep habits. They eventually found a balance by choosing a common bedtime hour, Obi-Wan finding different ways to quiet down Anakin's internal voices and Anakin accepting to receive help for it.

- Anakin likes to sleep on top of Obi-Wan. It isn't really comfortable for both of them but they don't care. They keep this habit during the war and deny everyone saying it's weird.

- Once in a while, Anakin programs an alarm to wake up before Obi-Wan and brew him his favourite tea.

- Obi-Wan always comes back from a mission with stolen found pieces of scrap he knows Anakin will be interested in.

- They always share a good night kiss, no matter what, even if they're mad at each other. Especially if they're mad at each other.

- Anakin tells Obi-Wan how much he loves him fifty times a day. Obi-Wan shows him.

- Anakin is very easily overwhelmed and/or overstimulated when they have sex. Obi-Wan became a specialist in after-care.

- Obi-Wan would leave the Order if Anakin asked. He almost did it when Anakin was a Padawan and would do it again.

- They think they're so subtle but every clone in their battalions knows what's up with the Generals. They won't tell a thing.

- Obi-Wan is the one who proposes, but Anakin is the one bringing an orphaned force-sensitive baby home.

Bonus one, pain edition :

- Anakin has very bad ptsd after the fight on Mustafar and is terrified of fire. He spends as much time as he can on his ship not to be confronted with the view of the lava surrounding his castle. The first time he got close to it again after 10 years was when he dragged Obi-Wan through it. It was both terrifying and liberating.

[thesassypadawan]

Repair Kit (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: You’re the on-set medic for the new Obi-Wan series. A verily simple, straight forward job…except when it comes to a pair of dumbasses. Who have no problem texting you in the middle of the night when they overdo it practicing…or when your new boyfriend accidentally gets out drunk. And tells you some things.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s a slight hint of smuttiness. Some drunk dumbasses and a booty grabbing Hayden.

Notes: Happy Hayden's (And Mine) Birthday Event! In honor of the man, the myth, the legend; I will be posting nothing but Anakin, Vader, and Hay stories all April long!

A little something for @ittybitty-rt ! It was truly a pleasure to write this! I had a lot of fun with it!  Hope you like it! ❤️

- It was 2am when your phone goes off. You only know this because it was glaring at you from the lock screen. Along with an interesting message from a certain ‘hello there’ saying gentleman… ‘Vader Repair Kit’. Bring. Hayden’s trailer. Now.’

- “Oh, what the hell now,” you grumble. Begrudgingly rolling out of your nice, cozy bed; you hurriedly throw on the first thing you can find. Grabbing the requested ‘kit’ on your way out.

- This was your job; well, to a certain degree. You’re the on-set medic for the new Obi-Wan series. Normally, during the DAY, you can be found fixing up beaten knuckles…soothing minor burns…maybe even stitching up a wound or two. Pretty much you just keep everyone happy and healthy.

- Simple enough. Except when it comes to a particular pair of grown ass men who act like stupid teens the moment they’re together. Who see absolutely no problem with texting you in the middle of the night. About the most moronic things…aka usually practicing after hours and completely overdoing it.

- However though, that wasn’t the case tonight…

- Before you can even knock, the door flies open. Revealing ‘Dumbass #1’ in all his grinning glory. “D-Darling, you look stunning.”

- Stunning…they must have fucked up good. “Shove the sweet talk, Ewan. Who did what this time?”

- Rubbing the back of his neck, the ‘jedi master’ laughs nervously. The smell of alcohol VERY noticeable on his breath. “Well, y-you see-”

- “Meee, I did!” A familiar voice calls out drunkenly.

- Shooting Ewan a look, you push your way inside. To find…

- ‘Dumbass #2’ sitting on the bed; big, goofy smile on his face. Arms flung wide open. “There’s my angel!”

- Staring blankly, you let out a heavy sigh. “Seriously? Don’t make me regret agreeing to date you.”

- Not paying any mind to the whines of ‘how mean’…or the ungodly adorable pout…you immediately get to work. Pulling out various rehydration items and whatever can possibly lessen the inevitable hangover from your ‘kit’. “All right, dark lord, you know the drill. Just like when you overheat in the Vader suit. Drink and take what I give you. And you’ll be sort of good as new.”

- Right as you’re about to hand him a bottle of what you both so affectionately call ‘blue milk’ and some aspirin. Those arms you’ve been avoiding wind around your hips and… “Heh-heh, booty.” …unceremoniously pull you down onto their owner’s lap.

- “Hay, what the…stop!” You squeak, face all flushed while trying to wiggle out of his hold.

- “No!” He giggles excitedly, squeezing your plush posterior like crazy. “Booty!”

- You hear the sound of Ewan clearing his throat behind you, a slight smirk in his voice. “You h-have this under control. I’ll l-leave you two love birds b-be.” Followed by the trailer door closing. Bastard…so much for being your only hope.

- Barely a second afterwards, Hayden has his face buried in the side of your neck. Nipping and sucking your sensitive skin. Hands still kneading greedily. “He right, ya know. We that…because I loves you.”

- Did he really just say that? You haven’t…he hasn’t… “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying,” you mutter. Scratching the back of his head, doing your best to ignore the awakening beast pressing into your stomach.

- Pulling away, not before giving your collarbone a gentle bite, Hay looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. Whining a bit while not so subtly grinding. “Maaaybe, but don’t mean it not true. I loves my angel. Wanna shows her.”

- Forcing back a soft moan, it takes everything you have to not cave. Sure, you’d love nothing more than to do so; to just tear it up like nobody’s business. But right now…right now he needed you in a whole different way.

- Despite his protests, you untangle yourself and slide out of his lap. “How about this?” You coo, sitting besides him and wrapping an arm around his waist. “You drink your ‘blue milk’ and get some rest. And…you can show me as much as you want in the morning. Okay?”

- “Fine,” he huffs, resting his head on your shoulder. “You numb me?”

- Although this isn’t exactly how you pictured the two of you saying it, you can’t help but smile. “Yeah,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head. “I love you too.”

- “Good, because I no give up booty,” Hayden mumbles. Giving aforementioned booty one last good pinch before dozing off.

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen

[split-spectrum]

Concessions

Chapter 2

Pairing: Obi Wan/FemReader

Chapter Length: 3.4K

Warnings/Tags: edging, orgasm denial, sexting, masturbation, dubious consent

Description: Obi Wan chooses to undertake a trial that prevents him from sex for one year, and asks you to serve as his witness. As his close friend, you don't mind helping him. The rules of the trial are very clear. You make it your personal mission to find every exception.

☆☆☆

Sweeping a towel around your body, you smirk as your personal commlink chirps again. 

Hm, eager this time, you think, tucking the towel around your chest and watching the holoscreen illuminate with a text reply. 

It's not entirely a bad thing, his eagerness. Penchar is on world very infrequently, and your last meeting a year ago was rather to-the-point, which works well for both of you. His career as a merchant brings him to every corner of the galaxy, while the same goes for you as a Jedi. When your paths cross, you can usually find some no-strings enjoyment.

[if i make it into port next week, will you be around?]

You tap the side of your commlink with your finger, thinking over your schedule. You send back a non-commital response. It would be nice to make the time for it, but you can't be certain. 

[can i have a little preview, just in case?] his message reads in reply.

You press your lips together, staring down at the message, dripping wet and naked beneath your towel. His timing is impeccable. Taking only a short moment to think it over, you decide to indulge. 

You set the cam to auto, placing it across from your bed, on your nightstand. Then you peel away the towel and lie back, easing yourself into the soft blankets covering your bed. You fold an arm across your chest, pressing your breasts in close and giving a sultry smile. When you're satisfied with the handful of clicks the commlink emits, you pick it back up to look over your work.

You find the one you like - smile soft and eyes half-lidded as you brush the soft, dewy skin of your forearm arm against your nipples. You can't see much; only the tops of your breasts, but the angle is perfect and the light catches the curve of your cleavage nicely. 

You select the file, scroll down to his name in your contacts list, and press send. 

When you finish dressing a few minutes later, you check your commlink - no new messages - and blink in surprise. It's a little odd since he normally responds quite quickly, but you shrug it off and pick up your datapad, settling in for a night catching up on your work. There's an excursion Master Plo has planned for a group of Jedi knights to some of the planets along the Shaltin Tunnels and you've been tasked with charting the fuel stops. As usual, you've left it until the last minute and you finally have some spare time to get it done. You cross the room and lie back on your couch, flipping through some of your files and messages, determined to keep your concentration where it belongs. 

When an hour has passed, you raise an eyebrow and finally allow yourself to stand back up and check your commlink. He might have gotten busy, of course, but this is a bit excessive. 

No messages.

With a slightly furrowed brow, you pull up the file. 

Sent

Mentally shrugging, you set the commlink back down and you're just about to return to your work when a message chimes. 

[i guess youd rather make me wait ey?]

There must be a bad connection where he is at the moment. Hovering your finger over the file briefly, you press down on resend.

Many long minutes later, you pass the device again, eyeing it as you pace around your kitchen, making yourself a cup of tea. The screen remains blank and silent. 

By the time you have a hot drink in your hand and ease back into the cushions of your couch, you decide to let it rest. This has happened before; he'll either call when his reception is better, or he won't. If not, you'll catch one another next time he's in the quadrant. 

Stretching your legs, you take a sip of your tea and settle in for more charts and maps.

The next thing you know, the beeping of your commlink wakes you, and you take in a heavy breath through your nose. It's morning. 

Peeling yourself from the couch, you drop the datapad, still in your hand, on a side table. So much for getting caught up on your work. Standing up and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you yawn as you bend over to look at the commlink. You squint at the glowing screen. It's just one word; your name. And it's from Obi Wan. 

You blink to focus your eyes, scrolling up in your messages from him. 

The soft edges of your sleep-soaked mind are sharpened into stark, bright reality all at once when you see the previous message you'd sent him.

Stars above, no - please, no, you think desperately.

Then another message comes through.

[If this is a joke, I am not laughing]

--

The minutes of every activity have seemed to crawl punishingly slowly from sunrise to sunset. You've been checking your commlink so often it's become irritating, and yet... you pick it up again. 

Still nothing. 

You'd decided not to respond back, after attempting to type several explanations through text that had been woefully inadequate. Calling him seemed impossible at the time, and eventually you'd come to the conclusion that speaking in person would be the best way forward. 

When the time finally comes and you're knocking at the door to his quarters, you realize that having all day to rehearse what you'd wanted to say has done absolutely nothing to help you. 

"Hello."

Seeing his face at last, you fail completely to come up with anything. 

You decide to try your best at an honest apology anyway. The words come out jumbled, and too quick. 

"Look, I just need to say, I am so, so sorry."

He gives the faintest of smiles, and he steps to the side, allowing you in. 

"That was... incredibly inappropriate. A stupid, clumsy mistake on my part. Alright? And I'm really sorry," you finish, not able to meet his eyes until you're done talking. 

The light in his quarters is warm and the glow of Coruscant's sun paints his sparse furniture. Obi Wan is still wearing his tunic, belt and boots. He must have just finished his duties, as you have. He waves a hand toward one of his chairs, inviting you to sit as you enter, but you give him a look that says you prefer to remain standing.

"There is no need for apologies, I assure you."

With that, your shoulders finally lose some of their tension. "Thank you. But for what it's worth, I'd still like to offer one."

His faint smile turns deeper, spreading over his face. "You needn't worry. We have all been a shot of spotchka past our better judgement from time to time."

Your words stop short of your mouth, brain reconfiguring. "It wasn't... that isn't what happened."

He doesn't miss a beat. "Right. Well, in any case, apology accepted."

Then he turns from you, casually removing his belt and lightsaber and placing them on the table nearby. Something about his easy demeanor makes you feel the need to clarify. 

"Obi Wan. It was an accident. I hope I'm making that clear."

His smile drifts into a smirk, and then he makes a show of dropping into a serious expression. "No, of course."

"You don't believe me," you say softly.

"I never said that."

His words stun you, and you need to gather yourself before trying again. "It was an accident."

He raises his brows, making it clear he thinks you're the one being obtuse. "Oh, certainly. Those commlinks can be so tricky; I can't tell you how many times I've tried to send a simple message, only to find that my clothes have come off."

Your face heats. You wouldn't have minded him being entertained by a stupid mistake. But his implication that you would try to cover it up is getting unexpectedly under your skin.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know," he says, still not fully dropping the amusement from behind his eyes. "I know; I'm sorry. But, come now. We are friends, are we not? We can be honest with one another."

The nerve. You release a slow breath. "So you do think I'm lying."

"There is no need for such harsh words."

"Listen, I'm sorry you got that picture, but I really didn't send it to you on purpose."

"Ah. Surely you meant to send the schematic for my new ship. Instead, you must have tripped, taken this photo, and sent it. Twice."

That's it. You've tried to be generous. 

"No. Taking the picture wasn't an accident. And sending it wasn't, either. I just didn't mean to send it... to you."

The easy smile is gone. "Oh." 

He holds your gaze, never faltering before he turns his attention back to the table. "I see. My apologies."

He begins unclipping his lightsaber from his belt with quick, deliberate movements. 

"I really didn't mean to make things more difficult for you."

"You haven't." 

His answer is much too quick. There's a pause where you wait for him to soften the blow, but he just looks up at you, holding his belt and saying nothing. Then he crosses the room to hang it up. 

"You haven't," he reiterates. "You needn't worry about that."

If there's one thing Obi Wan does not like, it's appearing foolish. He pretends not to have an ego, and while he's proven his humility time and time again, you also know the younger, sharper, harsher man he used to be. And you see glimpses of him now and then. 

"Good," you affirm. "Because I hope we are friends, after all, and I didn't mean to... rub it in your face. You know, having someone to-" You let the statement hang. "...when you don't."

He blinks at you. "What makes you say that?"

That stings. Not the idea that he could have someone else, but the idea that he would keep it from you. Or, worse yet, that he would let his wounded pride lead you to believe he does. 

"Just because I have chosen not to partake at the moment doesn't mean-"

"You're right. I shouldn't have assumed." You cut him off, shaking your head, and start to back toward the door. "I'm just happy to hear you haven't been affected by my... lack of better judgment."

He walks after you. "Wait; there's no need for you to go. You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Your eyes widen. "Oh, I'm not embarrassed. Believe me, I'm not the one who should be."

He follows you to the door, and as you exit, you promptly close it in his face.

--

Embarrassed?

Jedi should not allow petty, small feelings of annoyance to grow into the frustration you're currently feeling. And knowing that he's likely suffering from months of depriving himself a certain outlet should really allow you to give him more grace. 

But, embarrassed? 

You finish your meditation for the evening more irritated than when you began. It's almost impressive. 

Getting into bed, you scroll back in your messages to find the picture you'd sent. No, you absolutely have nothing to be embarrassed about. 

You chew your lower lip, and in spite of your attempts to think of anything besides Obi Wan, you can't help but imagine his face when he'd opened it. 

In fact... 

[Since that picture didn't seem to bother you, you probably wouldn't mind another?]

Still rubbing your bottom lip between your teeth, you hesitate before slipping off your outer robe and committing to your decision. 

You're still wearing your undergarments, and you pull down the bodice you usually wear beneath your tunic, just until your breasts are lifted and squeezed deliciously tightly. Your nipples are barely visible, starting to spill over the top of the dark fabric, and you take a few pictures in the dim light, popping your mouth open slightly for good measure. You review the pictures, then lick your lips and take another. 

There - the one with your cheeks flushed and saliva shining, almost as if your mouth is watering for something to be pressed inside. 

You press send, and you get no response. But you go to sleep with a satisfied smirk. 

-- 

"And during the latter half of the temple visiting hours, please be mindful that the docking bay area is restricted to 40 percent landing capacity due to..."

The Coruscant municipal enforcement officer drones on, entering the third hour of the mandatory annual community guidelines seminar. Your eyelids would normally be struggling to stay apart by this point in the day, if it were not for the golden-haired Jedi currently pretending to absently scratch at his short beard as he glances downward. 

You check your commlink again, making sure your settings are silenced. 

[if you got my last message, it's rather rude of you not to reply] you'd sent him shortly after he'd walked through the door.

He'd looked around until he'd spotted you. Then he'd pretended not to. 

[i can only guess you didn't get it, then. don't worry. i took a few more]

He still didn't answer, but you watched as he slowly seemed to look down into his lap more often. After a few more moments without reply, you'd carefully covered your screen with your sleeve and sent him another angle of the shot from last night - this one leaning forward more, with the soft curve between your breasts on prominent display. 

You'd been stealing glances ever since. And so had he. 

[i think you're right, by the way. don't think i have anything to be embarrassed about. do you?]

You watch as he looks down again, then looks back up as if giving his rapt attention to the presentation on imported fruit. The lights lower, and you see his screen glow as he receives another message from you. 

[if you want me to stop, just say so]

His hand swipes over the message, closing it. The screen goes dark. 

You look over your shoulder casually, shifting in your seat, and you take a very long time before sending one last message. 

This one is closer - much closer. It's an image of your nipple, peeking from between your two fingers. Your hand is cupping the bottom of your breast and your index and middle finger gently fix themselves on either side of your stiff bud, coaxing the sensitive tip to harden for him. You swallow and quickly press send, closing your screen again and casting a sideways glance to ensure only your eyes had seen. Thankfully the eyes surrounding you are half-closed in boredom. 

When you chance a look in Obi Wan's direction, you see his screen illuminating the inside of his sleeve, and no reaction as he turns it off again. He remains completely motionless, looking back up at the presenter. 

But you catch it when the muscle of his jaw clenches, hard. You also catch the way his adam's apple bobs in his throat with a swallow. And you absolutely catch the way he turns his head to look at you, then suddenly flicks his eyes forward again, unblinking, and doesn't look back for the remainder of the day. 

 

--

You're starting to soften a bit by the time you're back in your quarters that evening, finally beginning to feel that the punishment has outweighed Obi Wan's offenses, as you look back through your very one-sided conversation. Despite yourself, you smile, taking a bite of your jogan fruit snack before bed, and decide to relent. 

[just checking if i've made another error in sending... you are getting these, yes?]

You aren't really expecting an answer, just trying to lighten the mood. But you get one. 

[yes]

[i see. i'm glad i haven't embarrassed myself further. what do you say we call it even?]

You get no response. Perhaps he's more irritated than you'd realized. You smirk. The thought really shouldn't be so pleasing. 

Then your commlink chimes. [it would take a greater fool than i to refuse a fine gift, freely given]

The fruit juice drips down your chin. You scramble to wipe it, as caught off-guard as you are. Is he... asking for more?

[who says these are gifts? i considered them more as punishment]

You stand up to wash the fruit from your mouth and face, then cross the room to stare at the screen again. This was the last response you'd expected. 

He doesn't reply back. You could leave it here. You could have mercy and respect the trial; make it easier on him. But then, he always seems to want to make things harder for himself. You might as well help him. 

Leaning back and spreading out on your bed, you send another picture. Then another. Minutes pass without any response, so you send another. You get creative. 

You're talking to a wall - he doesn't answer. But you're starting to get wet, thinking about why he might not be. 

You dip your fingers into your own slick, and then a thought occurs to you. You send him an image of your glistening fingers. Then you set down the cam, closing your eyes and circling your clit, sucking in a breath through your teeth as you play with yourself, imagining searing blue eyes and the weight of his body on top of yours. 

You're close. It's now been several long minutes since your last message and still nothing from him. So you decide to send one final message. A sign-off for the evening. 

You tip the cam down between your legs and take a dimly-lit shot, touching yourself for him to see. 

It feels like you've been holding your breath, right at the edge, for hours. But it can't have been more than a minute before your commlink chimes. 

It's an image. You open the file.

Thick fingers grip like death around the base of a hard, leaking cock.

You choke, pussy twitching wildly as you stop yourself from tipping into an orgasm at the sight of it. He's dripping; a mess. You can see every vein in his hand bulging with the effort of strangling his swollen, drooling dick. 

Dialing. Now. 

The hand you aren't using to call him is still wet, but you manage to pull it from between your legs, covering yourself with your bedsheets. 

The chimes come to an end. He didn't pick up. 

You realize you're incredibly stupid for dialing again, but your brain took its leave the moment you opened that file. 

His holoimage glows bright and blue before you, and it strikes you all at once that he's actually answered. You sit up straighter, covering your chest with your bedding, and stare at him. 

He's staring right back, shoulders bare, muscles tight. You can see a hint of dampness at his temple. 

"Wh- why did you send that?" you ask, blurting the first words that come to mind. "We can't..." You try again. "What was that for?"

His eyes seem to cut through the hologram and straight into you, burning down to the pit of your stomach. "Presumably, to show you've achieved your goal."

He doesn't sound pleased. In fact, he almost sounds... frustrated. Defiant. You notice his right shoulder clenching. Your eyes are roving hungrily over every bit of his body, bathed in the dim blue glow of the hologram. You lick your lips, panting out, "My goal? What would that be?"

The muscles of his neck tense as he swallows, but he stays silent. Then, slowly, he clicks a button which expands the screen and shows where his other hand is. 

It's dark between his legs, but you can definitely see the outline of his pulsing, dripping cock. And you can see how hard the muscles of his hand are working to choke himself off. No movement. Just the shadows trailing over his clenched stomach as he breathes in and out. 

"I imagine," he grinds out, "this is what you wanted, is it not?"

You drag your gaze back up from his center, trying to force a cool, detached tone in your shaky voice. "And... what are we going to do about that?"

He looks almost furious at the question, and his answer seethes out between his teeth. 

"You tell me."

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Clone wars hc

Been lurking on tumblr for a bit (while) and decided to throw my own clone wars hc cause the hyperfixation be hyper fixated (sorry for any spelling errors).

Kit Fisto and Obi-Wan are bffs - They both lose their robes and seem to flirt with anything that walks. meaning they have get togethers and give each other flirting advice.

Jocasta Nu and Admrial Yularen are BAMF, and are severly underrated. you don't get away with hurting someone they care about unpunished.

Rex's first thought of ashoka was "that's a child" followed by "that's a child on a battle field" and then "that's a child on a battle field with no clothes, what the kark".

One of the shinies from Monnk's battalion definitely asked Fisto (while high on pain meds) if he lactates and monnk and fisto lost their shit and couldn't stop laughing for 5 min straight.

Kix (and other medics by default) have tranq/hypo guns for any vode or jedi that try to leave med bay when on bed rest.

Fox and Amidala gossip and constantly talks shit about Palpatine

Kit Fisto Smile Supremacy, this man win's best smile, it never fails to cheer someone up.

Rex definitely twirls his guns before putting them in his holsters when he's done using them

Bly is obviously in love with Aayla, and he tries to hide it (and fails miserably) but he's so respectful about loving her and swooning, that Quinlan couldn't even give him a shovel talk.

the clones were absolutely baffled when they met the jedi's

Wolffe and Fox are twins, they might be at each others throats 90% of the time, but if you talk shit about the one of them, the other won't hesitate to beat your ass.

Monnk says the most off handed shit in a dead pan tone (ex. Monnk: well I'm not gonna live, laugh, love this. Fisto, laughing his ass off: I-I'm Sorry? Monnk: I'm just saying this is gonna be a bitch)

Plo Koon is Plo Buir, He's at least adopted the Wolf Pack and Ashoka

the 501st and Ashoka are siblings

Grey adopted Caleb Dume

The Iron Battalion/13th battalion took one look at Cal and immediately adopted him

Ponds isn't dead (cause fuck canon), he found Boba before his schemes could go off and made him a deal, He helps Boba plan the assassination attempts on Windu (he trust his general won't die, but he gave him more headaches) so there's no casualties, but slowly the attempts stop and now Boba just lives in the 91st venator's vents.

The first time Cody picked up Obi-Wan's lightsaber he thought it was so cool, and now he just wants to glue the damn thing into his hand

Hound spoils Grizzer, he absolutely adores the massif

Jesse make sure Kix is actually taking care of himself, and make sure he's not over working (and when necessary, he uses a hypo to make sure Kix sleeps, cause Kix will hold that over his head and pay him back for it)

Fox and Thorn are opposites but they are really close

The corrie guard has a list of all the good and bad senators

The most forms that Monnk and Cody (and occasionally Ponds) fill out are forms for more robes

Cody's name is Kote (but goes by Cody cause so many nat borns mispronounce it) and Obi-Wan randomly asked if that was his name, and Cody was just utterly shocked

After Umbara, Fox say a very traumatized trooper (it's Dogma) who is facing shitty consequences for doing the right thing and adopts him into the guard

After Kix woke up from his stasis and found artoo's (again, fuck canon) he would stay up on nights he couldn't sleep and watch videos of him and his vode from artoo's memory bank

Clones using their Jedi's lightsaber - Cody using Kenobi's lightsaber after he loses it for the millionth time, Rex using it to back ventress away from ashoka, Fox finding quinlan's in a dumpster (with quinlan in said dumpster)

Hound let's grizzer purposely tackle people when he can easily apprehend them because it's funny or because whoever he's chasing pissed him off and he's petty

Yoda is the ultimate menace (like srs palpitine hates his ass, but yoda -and everyone else- hates him even more)

Yoda still keeps in touch with Rys, Jek, and Thire (mainly Thire) after the treaty or smth

The Corrie found Quinlan Vos in a dumpster and now he won't stop bugging them (expecially Fox)

Fox is a walking encyclopedia of every republic laws, you do one minor thing wrong and he can quote every law you broke, word to word

A trooper (let's call him Sharks) from Fisto and Monnk's battalion can just get a group of sharks to gather around, at every planet, every time, without fail

Plo's disappointed dad sigh can make a separatist army fold into defeat

Kenobi absolutely loathes caf, he hates it with a passion

Each high ranking clone officer has to deal with something of their jedi - Cody has to deal with Kenobi flirting with seperatist and losing his lightsaber, Rex has to deal with his general constantly crashing ships, his batshit crazy plans and his general continuously using the force to throw him, Monnk has to deal with his general randomly "shedding" clothes, and all the clones have to deal with their generals and commanders not wearing armor (Except for Jaro Tapal, HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO WEARS ARMOR)

Corrie Guard can sleep standing up, very useful when guarding in the pods during senate meetings

The nice Senators (mainly Chuichi, Amidala, and Organa) and Vos very often get things for the Coruscant Guards, and whenever the guard see's the gifts they are baffled and bamboozled

Rex called dibs on Domino squad after the moon mission

Echo and Fives without hesitation took Tup and Dogma under their wing

Fives, Hardcase and Jesse started a prank war in the 501st that accidently evolved into a GAR wide prank war (with Coruscant being neutral ground, cause the guard doesn't need to deal with that shit, doesn't mean they don't help out)

Fox holds ALL the blackmail, and has multiple informants in every battalion, plus he has the power to withhold caf shipments

Fox also regularly reads his batchmates mission reports to mae sure their ok

The Corrie guard accidently adopted a stray tooka and a loth cat, now they're the guards emotional support animals

Rex keeps complaining about his brothers flirting with their jedi's that he didn't even realized that he third wheeled between Anakin and Padme that he joined their relationship

every mothers or fathers day without fail, shaak ti and plo koon always gets presents and gifts from their children (troopers and cadets.... and ashoka)

Coric is Kix's Ori'vod, he didn't admit it at first but Kix grew on him and well medics stay togeth

Coric purposely avoided being CMO of the 501st because they are hellions, Kix wanted to strangle him after he realized what being CMO of the 501st meant

Rex was on the 212th with Cody when Anakin was still a padawan

Rex hates evals, natural blonde plus Kamino is a recipe for hell. Also he was shocked at Skywalker being nonchalant about his hair, Anakin just though it made him cooler

That's all I have for now, if you see any you've seen before my bad, I honestly just typed the first that came to mind and kinda spiraled from there. I'm just now starting to interact with tumblr, so I might upload more and maybe even some art if I can stay focused long enough.