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wickedwitchofthegalaxy · 2 months ago

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☞𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝑅𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒☜︎

☠︎ 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝓌𝑜: 𝑅𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 ☠︎

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏(𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒔)𝑿 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝑷𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Physiological Manipulation, Mature Themes, Mentions of Past Events

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 5.3K

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: This chapter teeters on the edge of transformation, where the promise of something greater begins to feel more like a curse than a gift.

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: Soooo this was totally unplanned but I thought I’d give it a go and see how y'all felt about continuing this storyline and possibly expanding it. Let me know what you think!

As always, banners done by @cafekitsune !

Enjoy 🖤

The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the training room as you wiped your sweat-drenched face off. The room was crowded, more than usual, as trainees gathered in small groups, chatting quietly as they ran through drills.

“Come on, I didn’t even hit you!” Your friend, Lex, called from across the mat, her grin wide as she swung her training saber, trying her best to make the saber move effortlessly. Trying, being the hint word.

“Lex, you’re a maniac.” Your other friend, Abby, calls out from your side, her face also covered in beads of sweat. She takes deep, dramatic breaths, her back hunched over and hands on her knees as her head falls.

You gave her shoulder a gentle nudge as you passed her, stepping onto the mat.

“You’re getting more and more cocky, Lex. It’s actually becoming quite toxic.” You joke, swinging your own saber around in a quick, fluid motion, mimicking what Lex was attempting to do.

Lex scoffs, watching the way you swiftly twisted the saber in your hand before she blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Toxic? Me? I’m the least toxic person here. I’m like... the chamomile tea of this group.”

“Chamomile tea?” Abby repeats, arching a brow as she dusts off her robes. “Lex, you’re more like... a bottle of spice syrup someone accidentally knocked over into their drink. Chaotic and hard to swallow.”

“Wow, rude,” Lex shoots back, feigning offense as she takes a mock swing in Abby’s direction. “But that was three years ago. If I was so toxic, wouldn’t I have caused more… I don’t know… damage?”

Abby sidesteps easily, throwing her arms wide. “If we’re talking about damage, I’d like to remind you of the time you thought it’d be a great idea to duel Master Purn to ‘test his reflexes.’”

Lex cackles, the sound sharp and unrepentant. “In my defense, his reflexes needed testing. How was I supposed to know he’d use the Force to flip me into the meditation pool?”

You grin, sliding into your own stance and raising your saber, bringing Lex’s attention back to you. “I don’t know, maybe because he’s a Master and you’re... well, you?”

Lex points her saber at you, her grin widening. “Bold talk for someone who got ‘accidentally’ locked in the supply closet last week. Who was behind that again?”

“Oh, definitely an accident,” Abby threw over her shoulder as she walked around the edges of the mat, her voice dripping with mock innocence. “Totally not orchestrated by someone who thought it’d be hilarious.”

Lex shrugs, clearly unbothered as you both start circling. “Hey, you needed some alone time to reflect. Consider it... a gift.”

You roll your eyes. “Some gift. I was in there so long I memorized the Jedi Code backward.”

“Wow,” Abby says, clapping her hands slowly. “A true scholar emerges. Next thing we know, you’ll be reciting Master Purn’s lectures for fun.”

“Okay, let’s not go that far.” You reply, spinning your saber before faking a quick step towards Lex. She takes the bait and quickly steps back, giving you a small look when she recovers. You grin as you continue, “At least I didn’t blow up the training dummies during practice.”

Lex holds up a hand. “Hey, those dummies had it coming. I was innovating.”

“You overloaded the power cells,” Abby says flatly. “They exploded.”

Lex lunges at you, her saber coming down in a wide arc. You block it easily, the clash of the sabers sending a soft clunk echoing through the room. You push back, stepping into her space as you twist your wrist, forcing her saber downward.

“Come on, Lex, who taught you that move?” you taunt, grinning as she huffs in frustration.

“Give me a minute!” Lex retorts, stepping back and resetting her stance. “I’m just warming up.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” you reply, glancing at Abby, who’s watching with an amused expression.

“Admit it—you’d miss me if I wasn’t here to spice things up.” Lex adds, beginning the circling again.

You follow her lead, as Abby sighs dramatically from the side. “It’s like being friends with a hurricane. A very talkative hurricane.”

“A hurricane with style.” Lex corrects, striking a mock heroic pose.

The banter was easy, familiar—a rare pocket of normalcy in a routine that had grown more intense with each passing week. You could feel the eyes of the instructors watching from the edges of the room, their silent appraisals heavy with expectations.

It had been four weeks since you snuck out to the Underground with Lex and Abby. After the long and painful solo walk home, you had given the two of them a call to let them know you got back to your room before you let the anxiety of the upcoming trials and tests for graduation overtake and consume your thoughts, pushing down anything to do with that man or that bar.

You knew you were close to graduating, closer than most of the others here, and that only made the pressure more tangible. Every step forward felt like a test of its own, every glance from your instructors a challenge you had to meet.

Starting your training late hadn’t done you any favors either. Most Padawans began their journeys as young children—eight, maybe ten if they were late bloomers. At eighteen, you were among the oldest in the academy, and though your peers shared the same delayed start, the stigma wasn’t easy to ignore. It was a constant reminder that you were running out of time to prove yourself.

Before Lex can make another move, the door to the training room slides open with a sharp hiss, and a mechanical voice erupts in the large space.

“Apologies for the interruption,” the protocol droid states, its metallic tone cutting through the lively chatter of the room and echoing off the tall walls. Its polished bronze exterior gleams under the overhead lights as it strides forward. “Trainee Y/N, you are requested to report to the Council Chamber immediately.”

Silence.

You freeze mid-motion, lowering your saber as every eye in the training room turns toward you. Even Lex and Abby look momentarily stunned, the playful energy dissipating like smoke in the air.

“Uh…” Lex starts, lowering her own saber and glancing at Abby. “What’s this about?”

The droid doesn’t answer, its expressionless face making the moment feel draining.

A few whispers broke out among the other trainees, but they were quickly silenced with a sharp look from the instructors.

You shift uncomfortably, a knot forming in your stomach. “Is there a problem?” you ask, directing the question to the droid.

“I am not privy to the Council’s intentions,” it replies curtly, its head tilting slightly as if to gesture for you to follow. “You are to come with me immediately. No delays.”

Abby takes a step forward, her brows furrowing. “We’ll come too,” Lex offered quickly, Abby nodding in agreement as they both moved toward you.

The droid swivels its head toward Lex but doesn’t answer directly. Instead, it turns back to you. “Only Trainee Y/N is required. Please proceed now.”

Lex steps closer to you, her hand brushing against your arm. “Y/N…” she starts, her voice uncharacteristically uncertain and strangely quiet.

You force a smile, masking your own unease. “I’m sure it’s nothing.” The girls exchanged a worried glance, but they stayed where they were, clearly reluctant to let you go.

You nodded, offering them a small, reassuring smile even as your mind warred. You could feel the collective gaze on you as you followed the protocol droid out of the room. The absence of their warmth feels immediate, almost jarring, as if you’ve stepped into another world entirely.

The door hisses shut behind you, leaving the hum of training sabers and soft murmurs far behind. You’ve walked these hallways a hundred times, but now every detail feels magnified, every shadow stretching farther than it should.

The halls are quieter than you’d expected, the usual foot traffic subdued as you walked in step with the droid. “What’s going on?” you asked after a moment, unable to keep the question from slipping out.

The protocol droid doesn’t stop or slow its pace; its polished exterior gleams faintly under the breezeway lights, which is your only form of an answer until its robotic voice speaks up.

“The Council has made a decision regarding your future,” it replies simply, its tone infuriatingly chipper. “How exciting!”

You barely register its response, its tinny enthusiasm clashing with the growing tension in your chest. A decision? Regarding my future? The possibilities churned in your mind as you followed it through the long, polished hallways of the Temple.

The soles of your boots echoed softly against the smooth floor. Each step feels heavier than the last, the sound amplified in your ears like the steady beat of a drum, like each stride was a chance, a choice.

You force yourself to breathe evenly, to concentrate on the familiar surroundings: the intricate carvings lining the walls and the faint scent of incense wafting through the air. The arches and curves loomed larger than usual, their designs etched in stark relief against the soft glow of the lights.

Calm. Control. Focus.

The mantra comes unbidden, but now it felt like trying to hold water in your hands. Your thoughts were as scattered as the low chatter of the trainees you’d just left behind.

The Council’s decision could mean anything—had you done something wrong? The twisting in your stomach tightened with each passing thought as the droid led you around a corner, the Council Chamber doors now in sight.

They appear more daunting than ever; the entangled carvings in the wood glow vaguely, and for some reason this was the first time you had really given it a good look. They seem alive, almost springing with the burden of the decision waiting on the other side.

The droid stops a few paces from the entrance, turning to you with its usual brisk formality. “You may enter. The Council awaits.”

You hesitate, your pulse quickening. For a moment, you think of Lex and Abby, their worried expressions still fresh in your mind. I hope they’re not freaking out too much, you think, a faint smile tugging at your lips before it vanishes.

The heavy doors slid open with the familiar faint hiss, revealing the ominous circular chamber. Your heart rages in your chest as you step inside, the air noticeably cooler.

The semicircle of Council members sits before you, their faces calm but indecipherable. Master Yoda’s small frame is centered among them, barely filling the chair’s width. Beside him, Mace Windu’s gaze scrutinized you with a discreet vigor. Other familiar faces—Obi-wan, Kit Fisto, Plo Koon—flank them, their postures serene and suave while their eyes oozed judgment.

Your steps falter as your eyes catch movement. Seated beside Obi-Wan, arms crossed, is Anakin. His presence was unmistakable, a magnetic pressure that bends the air and shifts the room’s energy, or perhaps just your own. His expression is a collision of smug satisfaction and simmering impatience, the corners of his mouth hinting at something unspeakable.

He wouldn’t be thinking about that right now, would he?

The question roams in your head, but it’s quickly snuffed out by flashes of that night. The scent of bitter blood of the past erupts; you can practically taste it. With a swirl of your tongue, you find it’s not your imagination—the taste of copper is real; you had bit down into your cheeks, the red liquid pooling in your closed mouth.

“Step forward, Y/N,” Master Windu’s voice breaks through the silence, his tone firm but sympathetic as it echoes off the high, windowed chamber walls.

You obey. What else can you do? Taking measured steps, you stand at the center of the room, the Council’s combined stare resting heavily on you. The circle of them feels infinite; their eyes are oppressive as a black hole—nearly strangling, leaving you choking in its merciless pull.

And then there’s him.

Anakin’s eyes are magnets, pulling, trapping, forcing. Though he says nothing, his peering eyes are impossible to ignore. The memories of those eyes—the appetence, the control—crawl over your skin like insects. You resist the urge to recoil, but every step toward the center of the chamber it feels like stepping deeper into his shadow.

Master Yoda begins, his voice low and cracking, as if he were whispering a prophecy. “Decided, your future has been.” His ears twitch slightly as he regards you with wise, ancient eyes.

Your breath catches in your throat, sharp and ragged.

Decided? Already?

You fight to keep your expression neutral, the words and thoughts racing wildly in your mind.

Acid boils up your throat, dissolving the soft tissue it touches, as if your body is rebelling against the air itself. It takes everything in you to swallow it back down.

Master Windu leans forward, his words unforgiving in their clarity. “Your performance has been exceptional, Y/N. The Council recognizes your dedication and skill, and after much deliberation, we have decided that you are ready to take the next step in your training.”

The phrases landed like a gavel.

Ready. The next step.

You blinked, trying to process what this meant.

“You are to be assigned to a Jedi Master,” Windu continues. “A rare honor, especially considering your age and the limited number of Knights available to train Padawans at this time.”

Your heart convulses—a sudden, erratic spasm of exhilaration and disbelief. This is it. I’ve been chosen. The toll of the moment presses hard against you, grounding your excitement, and the master’s next words only bring the cold reality crashing down even harder, the bile rising back into your throat.

“However,” Windu says, the single word slicing through the fragile shell of your nausea as his voice dips, “it has not been an easy decision.”

Your eyes flicker toward Anakin, a mistake. His jaw tightens, the muscle twitching as he shifts in his seat. His eyes trace you—not with curiosity, no, he knows exactly what’s under your robes. He’s cataloging you, committing every movement to memory. His earlier smugness has curdled into something darker, the edges of frustration sensuous against his expression.

“Suggested, Master Skywalker did,” Yoda said, his tone soft but pointed, “that to him, assigned you be.”

Your gut tightens, a vehement twist of nerves, as your blood pummels through you. Your skin suddenly starts feeling unwelcoming, and each breath is a chore, the air scraping against your lungs—a visceral rejection of the words as they take root in your mind.

“But we’re not entirely in agreement on that.” Windu interjects, his hand rising, gesturing broadly around to each of the Council members.

You barely have time to process what Windu’s words might mean before more movement draws your attention.

Anakin’s fingers flex and uncurl against the armrests of his chair. He leans forward slightly, the tension in his shoulders coiling.

“You’re making a mistake,” he says. His voice was hushed and venomous, carving through the space with a lingering chill. “She belongs with me. You all know that.”

Wait—what did he say?

You glance at him, your eyes widening despite yourself. There’s a moment of silence, a heavy pause as the oxygen is eaten up by electric tension. Anakin’s eyes burn into Windu’s, his anger visible, and Windu returns it with a narrowed gaze.

“The decision has been made, Anakin. Your role now is to focus on the war. Not on training a Padawan.” Master Windu’s voice cuts in, his tone stern and slightly annoyed, like this isn’t the first time he’s had to tell Anakin this.

Anakin doesn’t flinch at the rebuke, but his knuckles whiten as he grips the armrests. His shoulders rise and fall with each breath, barely contained fury leaking out in the subtle tremors of his movements. His eyes twist to Yoda’s, “I can do both,�� he insists, his voice pointed and more stubborn. “I’m more than capable.”

The Masters exchange glances, a silent conversation passing between them.

“Capable you are,” Yoda replies, his tone taking on an unyielding undertone to his usual laid-back manner. “Ready, you are not.”

Master Windu’s eyes grow empathetic as he tries to find a middle ground. “Anakin, you know we’re considering another master for her. One who has more time and is better prepared for this—”

Anakin stiffens in his seat, his head snapping toward Windu. “No,” he roars, his voice sharper this time, his frustration growing and becoming even more obvious to the other Council members. “You’re shipping her off to sit on the sidelines; she’ll never reach her full potential without the guidance of someone willing to—“

“Assigned you are—to Luther Koth. Final, it is.” Yoda insists, his voice rising and eyes stabbing daggers into Anakin. The whole room seems riled by his defiance, and the feeling seems to be directed at you.

The room tilts slightly as Yoda’s words sink in.

Luther Koth?

You’ve heard the name in passing, but you’ve never met him. The thought is disorienting, a crack splintering through the precarious balance of your emotions.

“Master Yoda,” Anakin persists, his voice rising slightly, and he half-stands, his body looming like a storm cloud ready to erupt. “you can’t just—”

“Enough, General Skywalker.” Yoda interrupts sharply, his eyes burrowing deeper on Anakin, “Strong in the Force, you are, but in check, your influence must be. Your path in the Republic is not to train Padawans at this time.”

“At this time,” Anakin repeats in a low mock, barely above a whisper, as his expression darkens while looking between the Masters. “This isn’t about my ability to focus; this is about her and her future—”

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan’s voice is like a whip crack, startling in its incisiveness. He rises from his seat, his hand raised in a silent command for Anakin to stand down. You glance at Obi-Wan, your heart hammering. His posture broadens and his eyes flash with warning as he continues, “This isn’t the time or place for this argument. You know better.”

Anakin doesn’t back down. His gaze flicks to Obi-Wan, then back to Yoda, his jaw tightening further as if clamping down on whatever he wants to say next.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin snaps, his head swiveling back to Obi. His vexation is evident in every muscle, every twitch. He looks like he’s about to snap. “I’m insisting.”

“No, I’m insisting.” Obi-Wan steps forward, his body angled slightly toward Anakin as if preparing to physically block him from advancing. His voice is low and punctuated as he follows up, “You need to step back. This isn’t about you or her right now.”

Your breath catches as Anakin’s eyes sweep back to you, searing into you with an intensity that feels almost physical. For a moment, the room fades—the Council, the chamber walls, even the low hum of air. All that remains is the haze of his stare and the unspoken promise it carries.

What the hell is he thinking?

“General Skywalker,” Windu cuts in, his voice colder now, expression solidifying into stone as he leans forward, like he too is getting ready to physically stop Anakin. “This discussion is over. You are out of line.”

Anakin straightens to his full height, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths as his cold edge sliced through the room. For a moment, it seems as though he might say something else, his lips parting—but then he stops. His breath hisses through his teeth as he crosses his arms. His rage coils beneath his skin, snarling, seething to break free, primed to explode.

You swallow hard, your throat dry as sandpaper. You’ve seen that look before; you’ve seen it up close. You wish you could disappear into the stone beneath your feet, to be anywhere other than here.

“You’re wrong,” he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper, but the words slam into the room, and they’re thick, as if they were made of lead and everyone was being forced to breathe them in. “All of you.”

For what feels like the longest five seconds of your life, Anakin doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He just stands there, his eyes flickering between the Council members before finally settling on you. The room holds its breath.

And there it is again—that unspoken promise.

Your feet feel numb, like you have a gaping wound and are too far gone; the pins and needles feeling of blood loss. If the Council dismissed you right now, there would be zero chance you could pick up your legs and actually walk. That’s what his gaze did; it made your knees jelly and your spine snap in on itself. You weren’t sure if it was the Force or something deeper, nor did you have time to think about what reasons Anakin’s gaze was so different.

He exhales sharply as he lowers himself back into his seat, the large chair scraping against the floor with a dissonant screech. He rolls his shoulders, relaxing them as if dismissing everything that just happened, brushing the entire encounter off, as if the air didn’t crackle with the residue of it.

It's like he’s discarded the weight of the confrontation like a loose garment—yet there’s no mistaking that it’s still there, a rancid pulse between you all, stifling every breath. The others exchange looks, the tense stillness now broken only by the soft shuffle of robes as they all settle back into their seats.

You want to scream; you want to cuss him out like you should have that night; instead, you break the everlasting silence the rest of the council has been stunned into, your voice surprising even you with the confidence it carries behind it.

“If I may,” you state, not waiting for their full attention as you continue, “I’m honored to be assigned to Master Koth, and I don’t take this recommendation from the Council lightly. I will serve the Republic with everything I have. The stars will bend if those are my orders.”

Shock carves itself into the faces of the Council members, all their eyes dawning in on you. Anakin’s eyes are the harshest; you can feel them burning into the side of your face like twin suns. You keep your focus forward, refusing to turn toward him again.

“Strong words these are. Confidence you show, but prove yourself, you must.” Yoda’s tone carries no reproach, only an obstinate expectation, like the galaxy itself will hold you accountable.

“Indeed,” Master Windu adds, his presence back to the practiced ease that all the generals and masters plaster on their faces. “Serving the Republic is not just a matter of bending stars or showing resolve—it requires understanding, discipline, and the ability to make difficult choices. Master Koth will demand nothing less from you.”

You nod quickly, instinct taking over as you bow your head. “I understand, Masters. I won’t fail.” The words spill out, firm but automatic, and you’ve never been more proud of yourself.

Master Obi-Wan, still recovering from the heated debate, sits forward slightly. His tone softer than the others, but his words carry no less gravitas. “Master Koth is a man of principle and precision. He’s demanding but fair. Under his guidance, you’ll learn to navigate not just the battlefield, but the intricacies of what it means to truly be a Jedi.”

And then, like clockwork, Anakin shifts in his seat. His posture is casual, almost disinterested, but his energy is anything but. His gloved fingers drum once against the armrest before his voice cuts through the Council's focus on you. “She’ll be fine,” he says, his tone deceptively glassy. His eyes flick toward you, and you feel the sting of his stare as he adds, “After all, she’s earned it.”

The words stick to you like barbs, digging into every insecurity you thought you had buried. You didn’t want to think it, didn’t want to have it confirmed that the exact and only reason you’re standing in the middle of the greatest Jedi of this century is because you were a slave for a night.

It’s not praise. Not really.

You feel your heart thud painfully against your ribs, and for a split second, you wonder if this is what a heart attack feels like.

Earned it.

The phrase clings to your thoughts like oil on water. His words weren’t an endorsement; they were a reminder, a branding. A mark that would be with you forever, no matter what path you take.

You hold yourself still, despite your mini heart attack, your lips forcing a polite smile, and the quiet resolve in your chest swells just enough to remind you that you are here for more than just Anakin’s twisted perception of you.

The silence stretches until Master Yoda speaks, his voice cold and drained. “You may go. Prepare for your meeting with Master Koth. Tomorrow, it will be.”

You bow again, a little deeper this time, feeling every eye in the room on you. The finality in Master Yoda’s voice motivates your previously jellied legs into a half jog until the heavy doors close behind you. Even then, you don’t stop, your jog turning into a full sprint. Your arms pump furiously, pushing your body forward.

Earned it. Earned it. Earned it.

His voice—the phrase—is a poltergeist, a haunting in its own right. You try to push it away, but Anakin’s words seem to cling to you, like a shadow you can’t outrun, but you’ll be damned if you won’t try. Your feet put more distance between you and the Council’s chambers, but your mind is still trapped in the middle of it.

As you round a corner, you come face-to-face with your two friends. Nearly toppling over them as their arms secure you, both of them speaking too quickly for your already racing mind to grasp.

“Whoa, slow down, Y/N. What happened?”

“Yeah, are you ok? Did they find out about us sneaking out?”

You want to tell them everything—the drunken spill, the velvet-lined back rooms, the violence, the desire, the new position—but the words never leave your lips.

Tell them! Why are you questioning their intentions? They’ve never betrayed your trust. They’ve never done anything to ever insinuate that they would be anything but forgiving.

“Yeah,” you say, the smile you force out too tight, too strained. “I’m fine. Just… just…”

Tears prick at your eyes, and within seconds both girls are steering you to the dorms, both their arms wrapping tightly around either side of you like a blanket of protection.

The familiar, comforting warmth of their embrace is almost enough to make the tears pour out, but the words still lash at your insides, louder now than before.

Earned it.

Your blood pumps furiously through your veins, pulsing in your ears to the point where your friends voices are muffled, their words a jumble of vibrations. You feel the walls closing in, your lungs shrinking with each breath. But you can’t say it. You can’t tell them everything; you can’t shatter what little remains of your dignity. You need to keep it together.

Lex’s voice cuts through the haze, and though her words are soft, they pierce the growing fog around you. “You don’t have to hide it, you know. Whatever happened in there… you don’t have to keep it all in.”

You stiffen, a rush of panic flooding your chest.

How did she know?

But before you can respond, Abby adds, “We’re here for you. Screw them.” Her voice is quieter than Lex’s and holds a hint of humor but is equally concerned.

You find yourself retreating even further inward, madly trying to build barriers, to lock every detail away where they can't see it. Where you can’t feel it. You want to tell them, to let them help, but you can’t bring yourself to. You don't know how to explain the tangled mess inside you.

Your throat feels tight as you give them a small, weak nod, not trusting your voice to sound anything but broken. “I know... thanks, I just... I need some time.”

They guide you to your bed, sitting beside you and just letting the silence fill the space between you.

But even in your safe spot, next to your best friends and a good distance away from any higher up, Anakin’s words continue to reverberate through your mind.

Earned it.

Each time it echoes, it feels like another wound is being sliced into your back, like the physical embodiment of betrayal.

“Whatever’s going on... we’ll figure it out together.” Lex’s hand rests on your shoulder as she shuffles closer to you. You want to believe her. You want to, but you don’t. It’s like your body is trying to protect something, some part of you that’s still... untouched. Maybe it’s your pride, maybe it’s the fear of being completely vulnerable, but either way, the words won’t come out, and you can’t seem to shake the feeling that your life has just been uprooted in the worst way possible.

Instead, you lie back against the bed, your hands gripping the edge of your blanket, and just stare up at the ceiling.

Abby leans in slightly, her face in your view blurring as your eyes unfocus. “We know something’s up. You don’t have to tell us what happened in there, but if you ever want to talk... we’re not going anywhere.”

The words don’t land as they should. They don’t wrap around you the way they always have. They just make you feel heavier, more guilty. It’s almost worse, in some ways—being so close to the answers you can’t bring yourself to give.

Anakin’s words continue to torment your dazed mind, like a private torture session.

I bet he’d love this. Love to know how completely frozen you were. How fucking pathetic.

You turn your head slightly to the side, staring at the wall as if it could give you some reprieve from the chaos in your mind. But it doesn’t.

Earned it.

With every second that passes, that feeling of being trapped deepens. There’s no escape from his voice in your head, no hiding from the truth that it’s now a part of you. But somewhere, deep in the hollow ache in your chest, something else stirs. A sensation, too fresh to name, but oh so familiar.

It’s the flicker of something perilous, something dark and twisted, something that has been waiting for this moment. You try to ignore it, but it's there now, and maybe it always has been, crawling just beneath your feeble ego. It fills the space in your veins that his words froze with a fever that isn’t entirely unpleasant.

Earned it.

For the first time, you let yourself wonder if there's truth in it. Not the way Anakin intended, not the way he made you feel small, but a different truth, a truth that’s far more unsettling: What if you did earn it? What if everything that happened—that night, the Council, even this—was a consequence of destiny, true destiny?

What if you were already changed, and you just didn’t know it yet?

You sit up suddenly, the movement enough to make them both jump. The words you've been holding back, the questions, the doubts—they spill from your lips as they form in your mind.

“I don’t think I can be the person I was anymore,” you whisper, not meeting their eyes, because you know if you do, you’ll see the pity. You can’t bear that.

Anakin’s words have taken root in you, not just as a form of self-torture but as something far more insidious. A seed planted in the fibers that are you, ready to grow into something more dangerous than any of you can imagine.

Something alters. Not in the room. Not in them. But in you. It’s a momentary flicker, a beam of clarity—a glimpse of a hunger that was deeply buried.

You straighten your back, standing abruptly. You feel the energy change, like a charged current is propelling you forward. You turn and face the two of them, their eyes two pairs of shock and confusion as you speak, your voice more confident and certain than ever before.

“But I feel good. Yeah, I feel great.”

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Fem!Kenobi design.

#obi wan kenobi #star wars #sw prequels #star wars fanart #fem!obi-wan #alternate universe #fem!kenobi design I did a really really long time ago #for a genderbent SW au. I even did all the others like Ahsoka and xanatos and satine and anakin #I forgot abt it lmao until recently #i gave her long hair bc like canon obi-wan had a beard so i thought she deserved it #for the drama and because i thought it was funny that if they were combined they form #Qui-gon Jinn's hairstyle #beard and hair respectively #she has it up most of the time esp during the war #but wears it down occasionally too

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neeyak · 2 years ago

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the art of experience: part 2 the lesson

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Commander Cody/fem reader

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Word count: 7K

Tags/warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) smut, dom/sub dynamics, male masturbation, light humiliation, one singular spank, fingering, piv sex, orgasm delay/denial, that’s not how the force works/inappropriate use of the force, brief cockwarming, aftercare

Summary: Cody teaches you and Obi-Wan that punishment and pleasure can sometimes go hand-in-hand

Authors note:Well, I haven’t officially participated in Kinktober, but considering it’s almost over, and this series is just beginning, this feels like a pretty solid way to end it off. Also, a little Halloween treat for you all. I hope it’s a good one🎃

“Well?”

Cody’s voice holds a note of expectation. The single syllable is offered up as a question you know in reality is closer to a demand for an explanation, not that you really find yourself the slightest bit equipped to piece one together

Not when he’s reaching across to touch you. Not when his fingers are skating along the curve of your ass and effortlessly gliding between your folds. Not when they sweep through to collect the arousal that’s gathered there, causing you to whimper as they just barely graze over your clit, and definitely not when you turn your head to watch as he guides them between Obi-Wan’s lips, patiently watching as the other man’s eyes flutter closed and he sucks languidly on the two digits.

“What happened?” Cody’s voice is a nudge, prompting you again, and your cheeks flush, eyes darting down to watch your hands still clenched tightly within the sheets.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mumble, not knowing what else to say. “I-I didn’t mean to.”

“Hm.”

The noise is quiet, but filled with an underlying skepticism that makes your stomach churn. You’re still looking away, so you don’t see his hand retreat from Obi-Wan’s mouth. You don’t see the swift way in which it moves and pulls back, but you do feel when it lands—connecting against your ass in a quick, stinging spank.

You let out a surprised squeak, your eyes widening as you’re torn between indignation and enjoyment, finding strangely enough that you almost want for him to give you another.

Odd, you think. That’s definitely something to experiment with later.

“Was I asking for an apology, mesh’la?” he asks, taking your chin in his hand and forcing you to look up into stern, hardened, amber eyes.

“No,” you say slowly, biting your lip and swallowing hard. “But-but I still am, sir.”

“I’m sure you will be,” he muses, his voice seeming to lighten in tone which only ratchets up your nerves. “What are you sorry for, cyar’ika?”

“F-for coming without your permission, sir,” you murmur, biting the inside of your cheek guiltily.

“Mm,” Cody hums in thought, and it takes all your control not to frustratedly point out that if Obi-Wan hadn’t been so determined—apparently to push you over the edge—then maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

No, you scold yourself harshly. You don’t want to leave with one of their first impressions of you being that you act like a petulant child when things stop going your way. You’ve made your bed. You redirect your thoughts, trying to shake it off. Now put on your big-girl PJs and lie in it.

“Sit up.”

Cody’s voice is crisp, his look one of expectation as he looks down at you. “I want you on your knees.”

He’s left you with no room for hesitation, and you don’t want to leave him with any room to be further disappointed. So, despite your confusion at the swift redirect, you push yourself up on your elbows, tucking your knees beneath you and leaning back on your heels, looking up at him from the edge of the bed with a mix of nerves and curiosity.

“Sit straight,” he continues. “Hands behind your back.”

Silently you do as you’re told, still unsure but not having a reason to hesitate.

“It’s a shame,” Cody says conversationally. “I would have liked to have finished in your mouth. But I think you’ll have to show me that you’re deserving of that privilege.”

He reaches down, taking himself in hand. He’s still prominently hard, glistening from the efforts of your mouth.

“This will have to do,” he says in a soft, disappointed sigh, his other hand lightly cupping one of your breasts before giving your nipple a soft tug, just enough to pinch, watching as it hardens between his fingers. A soft groan falls from his lips as he releases you, turning back to the attention of his firmly erect cock, his hand tightening around it as he strokes, movements quick and deliberate. His thumb occasionally sweeps over the tip, circling just enough to tease, causing his breath to stutter as his speed becomes more frantic.

Watching him work is mesmerizing, but you find—looking down with slight disappointment—that you wish it were your tongue and your mouth giving him what he craves instead.

“Eyes up here, cyar’ika,” his voice is a slightly sharp command, and your eyes instinctively jump to look back up at him as he pumps himself, his movements growing vigorous and desperate.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he groans, his voice a quiet, pleased rumble. “Want to see the look on that pretty face when I come all over you.”

Seconds later, his wish is granted. His release coats your chest in a hot, white stream of liquid, causing your eyes to widen and your lips to part in a gasp as it makes contact. He strokes himself through his orgasm, his breathing labored and his eyes unfocused with lust as they remain locked on you, the mesmerizing way in which you shudder as he paints your breasts with his release, watching as it slowly trickles down towards your belly button, your nipples peeking out pink and stiff as he takes in the sight.

“Beautiful,” he breathes once he’s recovered himself enough to speak. “You’re to leave that there,” he says, a casual order that says he expects nothing more than complete obedience.

You blush, looking down at yourself with a slight mix of humiliation at how messy you look and feel, with his release becoming sticky and cooling as it clings to your skin, but also something else. Knowing that you’re what he chose to look at as he surrendered to his pleasure makes you feel wanted—sexy and desirable in a way that you have rarely felt before.

“Yes, sir,” you say in a quiet murmur, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around yourself as you lightly shudder beneath his piercing gaze. It lingers for a moment before drifting, landing on Obi-Wan who’s been sitting quietly with his legs crossed behind you as he watches.

“Someone has been uncharacteristically patient,” Cody murmurs, his tone amused but also somewhat suspicious.

Obi-Wan, who plays the part of the wise, patient Jedi Master so well all the time, is allowed to let go of that here and let pure instinct, desire, and want take over to manifest in whichever way feels natural to him in the moment. This patience that he’s displaying now, Cody can tell, is quite honest and sincere, though he’d be remiss not to suspect ulterior motives behind it.

“Trying to show off and act like a good boy for our guest, Obi-Wan?” Cody asks with a smirk, fingernails raking through the other man’s hair, lightly scratching against his scalp and feeling his head tilt, leaning into the touch in response.

“Quite possibly, sir,” he admits, barely stifling a smile as he looks up at Cody, his eyes mischievous but with pure underlying adoration beneath.

“Mm,” Cody considers, lightly taking his chin in his hand and tilting his head up for a quick peck against his lips. “At least he’s honest.”

“I was planning to have you on top,” Cody says moving back towards you, his hands softly coming to rest on your shoulders, “but I’d like to give your upper body a rest.”

One of his hands drifts, lightly running through the remnants of his release that’s settled in between your breasts, and the expression on his face is sinful as he leans forward, pressing a teasing, barely there kiss to the corner of your mouth before giving you a gentle nudge, easing you down until you’re lying on your back. “Let’s put Obi-Wan to work for a bit, hm?” he asks, something soft playing on his lips as he looks between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t say no to that, sir,” you admit sheepishly, only realizing now that he’s guiding you to lie down that your shoulders and back are slightly stiff from where they’ve had to arch for a prolonged amount of time. His hands caress from your shoulders, slowly running down your arms as he gives your biceps a light squeeze, your eyes closing in response to the touch.

“Lift your hips for me, dearest,” Obi-Wan directs softly, and without thinking, without even opening your eyes with curiosity to watch what he’s doing, you do, and a second later feel a pillow slide beneath your raised hips, Obi-Wan’s hands gently coaxing them to settle back down on top.

“Comfortable?” he asks, and you let out a small, surprised noise as you feel his lips and the light, enticing scratch of his beard pressing against your hip, trailing along your stomach.

“Y-yeah,” you manage to respond with only a small hitch in your voice, but judging by the sound of his soft chuckle, feeling it rumble slightly against your skin, he’s evidently still noticed.

“This is still a punishment,” Cody reminds you, his voice chiding. “For both of you. Don’t think I didn’t notice how much you were pushing her to come, Obi-Wan.”

“I would never,” Obi-Wan protests, sounding both on the verge of laughter and indignantly scandalized even as he looks up and tries to maintain the perfectly innocent look on his face.

“Don’t add lying to your list of crimes,” Cody scolds, and for your part, you feel slightly vindicated, knowing that it wasn’t just in your head that Obi-Wan was deliberately pushing you.

That vindication is short-lived, especially after Cody‘s next words.

“Obi-Wan, you are allowed to come, but you,” Cody raises a sharp eyebrow at you, “are not.”

“How is that fair?”

The complaint falls past your lips before you can even think about it, and you’re pushing yourself up on your elbows to pout at him. “You’re telling me that I’m the only one being punished for this even though you know that he participated in it?”

“I was wondering when I would get to see the brat in you.”

To your annoyance, Cody sounds completely unfazed, even a tad bit triumphant, as he folds his arms across his chest. “I knew it was there, just hiding.”

He fixes you with a hard look, reaching out a hand to gently but firmly push you back down against the bed.

“You don’t think this is a punishment for Obi-Wan, sweetheart?” he asks, and the look on his face tells you that the question was rhetorical. You bite your tongue to remain silent. “Well, let me tell you that Obi-Wan gets most of his enjoyment and pleasure from your enjoyment and pleasure.”

He leans forward, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his voice drops to a whisper.

“Imagine how disappointing it’s going to feel for him when he gets to come, but is denied of being able to feel the way you tighten around him when you do, and the sounds you make because he’s making you come.”

You can’t help the way a small shiver runs through you, and your eyes instinctively widen. Well, when he puts it like that—and if what he’s saying is true, which you highly suspect it is just because of how intimately Cody is aware of his partner—it does sound like kind of a shitty deal, not that you’re ready to fully admit that, but you can except it.

“So, little one,” Cody‘s lips are at your throat, soft and gentle at first but quickly turning into a sharp bite at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Still think he’s not being punished?”

“N-no, sir,” you say with a quick shake of your head, your voice sounding suspiciously like a squeak as he pulls back to look down at you, his thumb brushing over the mark that’s blossoming at your throat.

“Good.” He gives you a smile that is so warm it feels like sunlight physically caressing your skin. “And if you’re a very good girl,” he continues, his voice a low, husky murmur. “I may,” he pauses, allowing you to sit in anticipation as his lips pull into a smirk, “let you come on my cock. Is that understood, cyar?”

You murmur a soft agreement and he nods, satisfied as he moves back to give you and Obi-Wan space.

“May I?” he asks softly, fingers gently stroking over your thigh, watching with keen interest as you shudder in response.

“Please,” you breathe, and that’s all the confirmation he needs. His fingers delicately trace a teasing circle around your folds but Obi-Wan, easily tempted by the wet trail he finds there, quickly parts your labia, letting out a soft, pleased sound as his fingers dip to gather your arousal, spreading it over you in teasing brushes until he’s satisfied.

He exhales a soft “oh” as a finger carefully breaches your entrance, his eyes intent as he watches it slowly push past the resistance it meets. “Still so tight,” he whispers, leaning forward to brush his tongue along the crease of your thigh just to watch you shiver and feel your walls clamp down around his finger in response.

“Not that I mind,” he continues, his lips quirked upward. “If I had it my way, I'd make you come on my fingers at least one more time.”

“Yeah, well, if you hadn’t been such a tease, m-maybe you would have gotten your way,” you snark, not truly bothered but enjoying the banter as you desperately try to buck your hips against his hand, seeking more than what he’s giving you.

“Oh my, someone is impatient,” Obi-Wan smirks. “Perhaps if you had exercised a little bit more control, you would have been able to handle it.”

He cuts off any remark you could have said in response to that by easing a second finger into you, his thumb curling slightly to tease your clit as he slowly stretches you out, making the only sound to fall from your lips a quiet moan.

“Do I need to find something more useful for both of your mouths to be doing?”

You both startle at the unimpressed tone in Cody‘s voice as he’s suddenly looming above you, one hand tangling in Obi-Wan’s hair and giving it a sharp tug in warning, his eyes displeased as he looks down at you.

“No, sir,” you rush to say, your cheeks heating.

“I’d be interested to see how you would accomplish that,” Obi-Wan muses curiously, fingers still diligently working you open for him as he looks up at the commander. “Considering the position we’re in.”

“Don’t push it,” Cody mutters darkly, leaning forward to nuzzle against Obi-Wan’s neck with lips and teeth, causing him to shudder. “You of all people should know how creative I can be.”

Cody steps back, sinking into an armchair that sits across from the bed as he casually spreads his legs, simply watching with interest.

“Now get to it,” he orders, giving both of you a pointed look, “before I decide that neither of you deserve anything tonight.”

The “yes, sir,” he gets in response to that is both immediate and in unison, and he has to fight to keep his lips from turning upward into a wolfish grin as Obi-Wan settles between your legs.

“Reach down and take him in your hand,” Cody directs you as he observes, his hand resting on his thigh. “Good. Now, use him to tease your clit.”

You guide the head of his cock between your folds, slowly circling the firm, glistening tip around your clit. When you look up at him, Obi-Wan’s eyes are closed, his head tipped back as his lips part in a quiet, stammered breath. You wonder if this, both pleasure and denial at the same time is as tortuous for him as it is for you. You let out a soft “mm,” and Cody speaks again.

“Good girl,” he breathes. Is it your imagination, or has his voice dropped an octave? Either way, it makes you shudder, and his next words cause it to catch completely. “Now, use his cock to give it a few spanks for being such a naughty girl earlier.”

Your eyes go wide, and there’s a beat of hesitation as you feverishly work to process what he’s just said. Your cheeks are already on fire, and you wonder if he’s enjoying this. No, you know that he is, and one glance at him out of the corner of your eye shows you that your

embarrassment might just be precisely why he’s enjoying it.

Then, just when he looks on the verge of getting to his feet, you blink, and rush to do as he says. You move your wrist so that Obi-Wan’s cock slaps against your clit in several quick, sharp spanks.

The result is instantaneous.

The whimper that falls from your lips is both surprised and filled with a desperate need as your eyes go wide. Obi-Wan, his own breath stuttering, has a hand biting into the soft skin of your hip. The sensations are quick, intense jolts of pleasure that spike through your clit without any build up, leaving you only able to lie there and take each gasp and whimper as it hits you, which pleases Cody immensely as he watches your eyes lose focus.

You’re not sure if it’s the embarrassment of hearing the sounds you’re unable to stop yourself from making or the innate humiliation of being made to punish yourself by using Obi-Wan’s cock that causes your cheeks to burn. But regardless, you resist the urge to press your hands to your cheeks to shield them from their eyes when Cody finally nods to signal that you may stop.

“Obi-Wan,” Cody says, only speaking once your breathing has settled slightly and your eyes are closed. “You may begin.”

Obi-Wan, not needing much more encouragement than that, leans back slightly, smoothly guiding himself into position before he slowly, but in a controlled, powerful thrust, sheaths himself inside you, nuzzling his face against your neck and letting out a deep groan as he does.

“Beautiful girl,” he breathes, and his beard tickles against your skin, causing you to let out a small giggle that quickly dissolves into a soft moan as he pulls his hips back, every inch of him dragging through your walls before, just as patiently, just as eager to enjoy every inch of you constricting around him, he sinks back in, teasing both of you and basking in the quiet sounds of pleasure you make as he draws out the moment, continuing to punctuate each sound with a slow, controlled thrust.

You would think that feeling the innate stretch of him as he fills you would cease to shock you after the first few testing, languid thrusts, but it doesn’t. Not when his hips roll against you And he’s moaning against your ear, tongue tracing a lazy path along the shell just so he can feel your shiver. Not when his hips are pulling back and as he does, the pillow that bolsters your hips creating a perfect angle for him to drag against your G-spot. Not when his speed, inch by inch begins to build and increase, thrusts growing quick, short, and deep as he savors the feeling of how you hold onto him so perfectly.

“Look at you,” Obi-Wan breathes, leaning back, eyes transfixed by the way he disappears within you so beautifully after each thrust. His fingers delicately skim down your sides, settling at your hips as his eyes drag up your form, captivated as your chest heaves with uneven breaths. He reaches up a hand, running it from your stomach to your breast, cupping it gently and running his thumb along your hardened nipple, feeling you clench in response.

He leans in, his hand guiding your nipple to his mouth, tongue sweeping around it to tease before eagerly taking it between his lips, causing your back to arch and for you to let out a surprised, rather undignified squeak as he chuckles against you.

“I can still taste Cody on you,” he whispers, looking up at you as his tongue runs a slow trail along the underside of your breast. “Such a pretty mess.”

He drags his tongue between the valley of your breasts, making no effort to hide how much he’s enjoying tasting the commander on your skin, the rocking of his hips growing more insistent and demanding as your legs wrap around his waist, wriggling to meet each thrust as best as you can.

He begins to fuck you in quick, rough strokes that seem to be hitting every place inside you that you want, but for the sake of your dwindling control, you know that is the last thing that you need. And because he’s Obi-Wan Kenobi—because he knows the rules and is not going to break them—he is going to push you to the absolute edge of your limits as he dangerously walks the line between them, and his hand curiously dips between your legs.

Things feel hazy and disjointed as you teeter precariously on the edge, desperately trying to stave off your release without any help from Obi-Wan. You think you might make a noise in protest. He only shushes you with a soft kiss, his tongue, with a coaxing swipe, teasing its way past your parted lips as he moans into your mouth.

“Breathe,” he whispers against your skin, even as he grasps tightly to your hip so that he can drive himself into you with increased force. His thumb idly strokes along the hood of your clit, slow, predictable. But at this point, if your focus slips even for a second, it still might just be enough to tip you over the edge.

So, you listen.

As Obi-Wan pounds into you and his rhythm becomes less controlled—as his head tips back and those blue eyes of his widen and become lost in pleasure, as barely restrained whimpers and moans fall from his lips—you breathe. Slow, deep and controlled, forcing your breaths to fake a calm that you do not feel. It’s all you can do to cling to them. They are the only things keeping you grounded in any semblance of reality as Obi-Wan pulls out and then in one swift movement buries himself inside you, hips continuing to twitch as stuttered noises fall from his lips and he releases, his cock pulsing as you feel him spill himself within your walls.

Miraculously, despite the fact that your walls are fluttering with temptation and expectant anticipation, you manage—with what feels like only a millimeter left of control—to stop your own release from following after his. The denial of it, going against all of your body’s instincts, urges, and wants, is about as disappointing as can be expected. But you are determined to persevere.

You let out a slow, cautious breath and slowly allow your eyes to open.

Obi-Wan slowly, carefully eases himself out of you, both of you letting out simultaneous gasps as he does, his eyes fluttering shut. He leans down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss just above your brow, before easing his weight off of you, rolling onto his side and resting his head against your shoulder. You smile, contentedly rubbing your cheek against his hair as your eyes find Cody.

His countenance is pleased, the smile on his face warm as he observes you both, still in the afterglow of your activities. You also note, cheeky as your eyes drift downward, that it’s clear that he’s been enjoying the view, his hand loosely wrapped around his cock, which is once again standing firm and on display between his strong thighs.

“When you’re ready,” he speaks quietly, his words directed towards you. “Come here, mesh’la.”

You nod, turning your attention back to Obi-Wan, your head dipping down to press several kisses against his forehead, his cheek, the tip of his nose which makes him smile fondly up at you, his eyes bright.

“I’ll be alright,” he answers your unasked question with a small grin. “I’m quite looking forward to seeing this display.”

You smile, tilting your head to press one last chaste kiss to his lips before moving to the edge of the bed. You look back at him as you get up, and despite the way he’s smiling at you, despite the fact that you can feel his spend leaking down your thigh as you swing your legs over the side of the bed and get to your feet, there’s something in his eyes that states pretty damn clearly that he’s not wholly satisfied, even if he’d never admit it.

Hm, you think, maybe Cody was right. Maybe you’re not having been allowed to come had been just as much of a disappointment for him as it was for you.

You try to shake it off, but despite your best efforts, Obi-Wan’s wide, longing eyes follow you even as you walk away from him and settle yourself in Cody‘s lap, his arms guiding you around so that you’re sitting with your back pressed against his chest.

“What is it, lovely?” Cody asks, evidently picking up on your energy without you even saying a word.

“Obi-Wan looks... lonely,” you say quietly, troubled eyes darting to the Jedi Master who has shifted on the bed with his legs crossed, watching with curiosity. “I just don’t want him to feel left out,” you admit, looking down.

“I won’t be, sweet one,” Obi-Wan’s soft murmur cuts through your thoughts, and you tentatively look up to meet his gaze. “The Force allows me to still partake in the experience even if I am not an active participant. Besides,” the grin that pulls at the corners of his mouth is devilish, “even if I were just to sit back and enjoy the view, I would still find it just as gratifying. You both really are a beautiful sight to behold.”

“Oh,” you mutter, ducking your head as your cheeks heat. Despite the fact that minutes ago he had been buried inside you, knowing that the Force allows him to feel, in some sense, exactly the effect of what he’s doing to you, or what Cody might do to you, you can’t help but flush a little.

“You are a sweet thing,” Cody murmurs, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you tightly to him, his lips against your neck trailing up towards your ear. “If he had been teasing me half as much as he had teased you, I don’t think I’d be so considerate,” he whispers, letting his teeth graze over your earlobe and causing you to jump slightly, letting out a small giggle.

“Because this pretty girl is so thoughtful,” Cody says, raising his voice slightly so that Obi-Wan can hear, “you are allowed to touch yourself, if you desire it. But you can’t come until she does, clear?”

“Crystal,” Obi-Wan grins, giving him a thumbs up.

Cody must send him some sharp look of rebuke that indicates he does not appreciate the breach of protocol at this time, and it’s Obi-Wan’s turn to blush, glancing down at the comforter. “I-I mean yes, sorry, sir.”

Cody hums, but quickly turns his attention back to you, satisfied that Obi-Wan will remain obedient for the time being.

He can be good,” he murmurs, his voice low against your ear. “And you can be quite impatient.”

You follow his gaze downward to where your hips, of their own accord, have shamelessly begun to shift against him, seeking the firm press of his erection against you. You blush, and you swear you can feel your ears go pink. But really, Cody seems more amused than anything as his hands settle at your hips, taking control of your movements.

“Let’s fix that.”

Without pause, he’s lifting you up and, only giving you time to let out a surprised gasp as he swiftly but carefully eases you back down onto his cock, your sharp inhale turning into nothing but a soft, needy whine as the head stretches your entrance and pushes inside.

Once he’s settled inside you, and every inch of his cock is snuggly nestled within your walls, he doesn’t immediately begin to bounce you up and down on his length as you had anticipated he would. Instead, he remains still, letting you adjust to the size of him, his chin dropping to rest against your shoulder, eyes locked where the two of you are joined and letting out a low groan as he feels you spasm around him.

“Look at Obi-Wan,” he whispers, nipping at your shoulder. “Such a desperate boy, and it’s all for you, mesh’la.”

Your heavy-lidded eyes flutter open to find that Obi-Wan, leaning back against some pillows, is lazily stroking himself, already half hard. You have to wonder if Jedi have some sort of Force-given ability to have much quicker refractory periods than a standard human, considering how quickly Obi-Wan seems to have recovered, and for obvious reasons, this added benefit of being able to wield those powers isn’t openly discussed. Either way, you’re not complaining, because he makes for a mouthwatering sight.

His eyes are closed as he seems to be avidly tuned into sensations that are beyond both you or Cody’s comprehension, or, you think, are exactly the sensations that you and Cody are feeling at this moment.

Curious, you wonder, suddenly needing to test this theory. Keeping your eyes locked on Obi-Wan, you deliberately tighten your walls, constricting around Cody and hearing his stuttered breath in response and feeling the way the grip on your hips suddenly becomes bruising.

Obi-Wan, at the same time, seems to have a full body shudder in reaction, his eyes going wide as he looks up at you, his hand momentarily going slack from where it had been previously lightly fondling his balls, a soft whimper falling from his lips.

“Oh, your thoughts positively sing upon the realization. Now isn’t that fun?

But despite this, the desperation of your denied orgasm has not faded. In fact, the heated, firm stretch as Cody fills you with every inch of him, is making your mind become fuzzy. You’re only able to focus on how it feels to be so wonderfully and completely stuffed full with him inside you.

Your hips are moving with not much conscious thought to guide your actions and only a wild, untamed instinct as your need for release grows and he continues to hold completely still. You try to work yourself on him, tempting him with enticing, desperate little circles as you wiggle your hips in an effort to gain more, but his control appears to have no less than an iron grip, despite the fact that his eyes are blissfully closing.

An arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back so that you’re pressed flush against him, no longer able to move as your hips are pinned.

“No squirming, sweetheart,” he scolds, giving you a slight squeeze, just enough to show you that you’re not going anywhere. “You’ve already come without permission. So now you don’t get to come the way that you want. You’re going to come exactly in the way that I want you to, and right now, I want you to come for me just like this.”

Your eyes widen, and it’s embarrassing the way you have to physically bite back the impulse to actually let out a whine. But he’s still going to let you come, you remind yourself. You just can’t imagine how you’re supposed to get there when he’s refusing to let you move. As if in answer to your question, a hand drifts between your legs, idly stroking along your thigh, before calloused fingers are lightly pressing against your clit, drawing slow, small circles that cause you to whimper before you can even register the noise.

“Obi-Wan,” Cody says, taking you off-guard. “If I lift her just a little bit, would you be able to hold her there?”

Obi-Wan must give some sign of ascent, and you’re still frantically trying to piece together what the kriff he’s trying to accomplish when Cody’s hands are back on your hips, pulling you up slightly and creating a brief white-hot flicker of friction that you’ve been craving before he pauses, letting go of one of your hips but incredibly and to your disappointment, you don’t slide back down onto him.

Instead, your body is seized with the strange feeling of being held despite the fact that there’s nothing visibly there to hold you up. You’re suspended there but miraculously feel somewhat cradled, allowing you to rid yourself of the need for your muscles to tense up or fight against it.

“Perfect,” Cody’s voice is a soft rumble, tight with anticipation. “That’s exactly how I want you.”

With that, one of his hands is returning to your hip, though you quickly realize it’s more for him to hold onto than to hold yourself up, and with a slow, controlled lift of his hips, he’s gently thrusting up into you, letting out a low moan.

His pace is both sensual and unhurried as he rhythmically continues to roll his hips against you, allowing every slow, deep thrust to let you feel each press of his pelvis against your ass. The flush of his heat, the drag of his cock as Cody takes full advantage of this angle, lets his hips buck up into you and stroke places hidden deep inside. The build that stirs within the pit of your stomach is slow as it creeps up on you, but is nonetheless just as tantalizing and just as intense, if not more.

“Sir,” you cry out, and Cody chuckles, hearing the note of desperation that rings clear in your voice.

“What is it, cyar,” he murmurs, his voice teasing.

“I, ooh,” you cut off your own words with a gasp-moan at Cody’s next thrust, sharper and more intense as the head of his cock nudges against somewhere that makes your toes curl and your mind go blank.

“Can’t use your words already?” Cody tsk’s, though he doesn’t sound too disapproving of that fact. “Poor girl. What am I going to do with you?”

He smirks, answering his own question as his hand runs a teasing path down your stomach, causing you to squirm in place before his fingers dip lower, returning to your clit.

“Isn’t this pretty?” he muses, as two fingers press against the hardened bundle and roughly begin to circle against it, no longer coaxing, but commanding every ounce of your pleasure as he continues to thrust, his pace steady.

You moan helplessly, your hips instinctively bucking against his hand as he plays with your clit. Cody lets out a growl, the pleased sound reverberating in his chest as his other hand moves to tighten its grip on your hip, keeping you still and as he wants you.

“You gonna come, sweetheart?” Cody asks, as if he doesn’t already know the answer, giving your clit a slight flick with his fingers just to feel your walls twitch.

“Yes,” you cry out, your voice coming out in a high, unrestrained whimper. “Please, sir, please.”

“Already begging, and I didn’t even have to ask.” Cody’s tone is amused. “Needy little thing.”

Your cheeks burn, but at this point, you’re too far gone and too unashamed to even register it.

“Since you’ve been good,” Cody begins, deliberately dragging out his words as he pretends to consider, circling your clit with skilled fingers. “And since you beg so nicely.”

He pauses, taking a moment to enjoy the next rock of his hips as he thrusts deeply up into you, holding himself there as his fingers continue to stroke.

“Come for me,” he whispers, voice rough against your ear as he fills you completely. “Be a good girl and come all over my cock.”

Well, you certainly don’t need much more encouragement than that.

Letting out a sound that could be classified as either a whine of relief or a scream, your back arches, your stomach muscles going tense as his words cause the dam to immediately shatter.

The pleasure that pulses through you is white hot, causing your legs to shake and your ears to start ringing. Cody is so deep, his cock persistent as it firmly presses against a spot within you that has you seeing stars that dance behind your tightly closed eyelids.

It feels endless and all encompassing, and Cody only seems to drag it out when he resumes his thrusts, his speed becoming rough and sharp as he repeatedly buries himself deep within your walls, his own release imminent.

When he comes it’s with a low, satisfied groan, burying his face against your neck as his cock spasms, feeling the warmth of his seed as it fills you.

If you could bring yourself to open your eyes, you would find that Obi-Wan has thrown his head back, his eyes still closed and his lips parted as Cody’s pleasure combining with your own and sweeping through the Force like a tidal wave have seemed to completely do him in. You hear his whimper though and the sounds he makes as he’s tipped over the edge and follows you both into this suspended world of pleasure when he releases.

Obi-Wan, still managing to hold on to some impeccable sense of control, slowly lets you sink back down, fully lowering you onto Cody’s cock, causing a broken whimper to fall from your lips as you do. Cody’s arms are around you, and when you eventually manage to come back to yourself, they are warm and secure.

Cody’s movements are careful as he allows himself to slip from you, though somewhere in the back of your mind, a small noise of protest still manages to slip past your lips anyway. He shushes you, dipping slightly to press a slow, almost reverent kiss to your forehead as he scoops you up into his arms and carries you back to the bed.

He doesn’t even set you down before Obi-Wan’s arms reach for you, pulling you against his chest as you curl up against him and Cody smiles, fingers running through the Jedi’s hair as he looks down at the two of you.

“I’ll be right back,” he says softly, leaning forward to brush his lips first with Obi-Wan’s and then with yours, slow and unhurried. “Just need to get something to clean both of you up a little, okay?”

You both manage to mumble somewhat coherent responses, because Cody’s quiet footsteps retreat, and a moment later, there’s a sound of water running from the attached fresher.

“You did beautifully,” Obi-Wan breathes, nuzzling against your hair as he holds you close.

“So did you,” you murmur, voice slightly muffled against his chest as you beam up at him, cheeks still glowing softly.

He looks down at you, and both his smile and his eyes are bright. You both exchange satisfied grins, Obi-Wan leaning forward to press a kiss against the tip of your nose. His beard tickles slightly, causing you to let out a quiet snort, your cheeks immediately heating, then both of you simultaneously fall into soft laughter until Cody returns.

“I do hope you’re not embarrassing our guest, Obi-Wan,” Cody teases, re-entering the room and taking in your flushed cheeks. “Considering we actually want her to come back.”

Your heart warms a little, knowing that they want this to be more than a one time thing, because in the back of your mind, this whole time, no matter how confident you became, you had wondered if you hadn’t lived up to their expectations. But sensing both of them now, you find that it’s easy to dismiss your fears as unfounded.

You allow yourself to go boneless, limp, and relaxed as Cody sits on the edge of the bed gently running a damp, warm washcloth over your chest and stomach, eyes closed as he cleans you up.

You flinch a little, and your leg instinctively moves to kick out when he runs the cloth closer to the apex of your thighs. Cody hums a quiet apology, movements gentling further, eyes intent as they observe your face for any continued sign of discomfort. After a moment, your eyes flutter closed once more.

Cody repeats this process with a clean cloth retrieved for Obi-Wan. Their voices are quiet and familiar, as if this is a routine they’re well acquainted with.

Despite the sheen of sweat that has settled on your skin, you find that you’ve begun to tremble, adrenaline leaving you feeling chilled. Cody is so warm as he crawls in on your other side, chest pressing flush against your back as he tugs a thick comforter over the three of you, arm settling around both you and Obi-Wan.

You don’t mean to, really, you don’t. But they’re so warm, and they’re so gentle, and you’re just so nicely sandwiched between the two of them. Obi-Wan’s fingers are so soothing as they stroke through your hair, and Cody is leaving soft, scattered kisses against the back of your neck and shoulder and it just...happens.

You’re asleep before you even have the sense to tell them that you’re tired.

Neither of them mind a bit.

“So.” Cody’s voice is low and quiet as he looks up at Obi-Wan, still stroking your hair in the dim light. “How do you think that went?”

Obi-Wan tilts his head, his expression thoughtful for a moment before his eyes turn soft, looking up at Cody with big blues that have a 100% guarantee of making him melt every single time.

“Can we keep her?” Obi-Wan asks, and it’s adorable the way his arms tighten around you, his voice turning pleading and hopeful, as if there was ever a chance that Cody would say no.

Cody‘s head falls back, and he lets out a low chuckle that rumbles through his chest, causing you to stir slightly. He stills, watching you intently for any further signs of waking, but you only let out a quiet sigh, nuzzling your cheek against Obi Wan‘s chest as you sleep on.

“Well, if the lady is agreeable.” Cody tilts his head, fingers idly reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair that’s falling into your eyes. “If the lady is agreeable,” he murmurs again, carefully leaning across you to press a kiss to the top of Obi-Wan‘s head, his eyes warm and fond.

“Then I would say that I’d like that very much.”

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shapelytimber · 11 months ago

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I'm cooking, but for now take my fem Obi-Wan sketches :)

"Well, of course I knew him, he was me"

I've said it once, but I'll say it again : making every character in star wars a woman is my white whale

[COMMISSIONS]

PS : I've never seen the 3d animated clone wars show, this is only based on the movies

#star wars sapphic au #obi wan kenobi #star wars original trilogy #star wars prequels #fem obi wan kenobi #art #my art #digital art #fanart #star wars fanart #sketch #sketch portrait

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st4rsnf1cs · 8 months ago

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Missed

Pairings: Commander Cody x Kenobi! Reader

Summary: your Obi-wan's sister, and Cody knocked you up in the midst of your secret relationship. And now he's coming to terms with being a father, now that he gets to hold his son in your arms.

Ganre: mostly fluff, a bit of sensuality

Word count: 1,713

Warnings: nudity (no smut)

A/n: this was fun to write, I love dad clones

“So you're dating my sister.”

“... yes General…”

“And you got her pregnant?”

Cody pauses, sucking in a deep breath through his nose as he nods, looking anywhere but at his general, and friend Obi-Wan.

“I see…” Obi-Wan trailed off, rubbing his beard before humming, placing a hand on Cody's shoulder. The clone looked up, almost shocked at the non angered touch.

“You love her?” He asked, and again Cody nodded. “Yes General… i- I love her.” He breathed out. It was such a relief to say.

He knew clones weren't really allowed to have lovers, but as soon as he met you, he knew you were the one.

You were a force to be reckoned with, the poor opposite of his General. You were snarky, serious and yet Cody thought you were the sweetest and most amazing woman he'd ever met. Granted he's only ever met a female jedi who doesn't really talk to him.

But you always talked to him.

He remembered when you told him about your conversation with Obi-wan, about a day prior to his confrontation with the man… boy was that vivid.

“Obi just listen for a second!” You shouted as you watched your brother pace back and forth. He was on a mission for a couple months, and hadn't really seen you minus your face, so when he came back to the temple and visited you, only to see that you were showing off a small but visible baby bump, and on top of that fact he found out it was Cody's?

Yeah he was mad.

“I came onto Cody! When you sent him here for some med supplies! We had kind of been flirting and I may have crossed the line between friendly flirting and seductive flirting and we- well- fucked-” you explained, grabbing your brothers shoulders as you grinned sheepishly.

“So we started dating in secret! I really like him so when you confront him and I know you will, don't kill him, please? He's the father of your nephew or niece!” You exclaimed.

Obi-wan sighed, shaking his head as he looked at you. “I just can't believe you'd be so reckless.” He huffed, and you rolled your eyes. “He put on a condom, but it broke and I found out the day we did it my implant expired.” You said honestly, but to you, it seemed to be fate.

Or the will of the force.

After hearing the circumstances Obi-Wan frowned, but nodded in understanding.

“Okay fine…. I won't kill him.”

You updated your brother and Cody on a lot of the stuff going on with your pregnancy. Unlike the Jedi you could actually have attachments as long as they knew it wasn't a clone. And you were pretty good and kept secrets.

The more pregnant you grew the more you started staying home, until it was actually time to give birth to your son.

You and Cody both agreed you wanted to wait to find out the gender after the baby was born, but unfortunately for Cody he was on a mission with your brother when your water broke and your labor started.

You did a home birth and had a doula. Not like you didn't trust the GAR doctors but you'd rather have someone human by your side instead of medical droids.

You had meant to call obi-wan, but your labor was painful, and long. But by the end of it you had a healthy baby boy, whom you had yet to name, you at least wanted to wait until Cody came back for that.

It had been a few days, getting used to the baby's schedule was… hard but you felt like you were starting to get the hang of it.

You were currently breastfeeding in the kitchen when you heard the lock turn at the front door. You smiled, and continued feeding, watching as Cody walked in, still wearing his armor which had been worn from countless battles.

But he smiled at you, and then noticed the baby in your arms. It took him a moment until he realized that it wasn't just some random kid sucking on your tit's… but it was his baby.

Cody's jaw dropped.

“You had- you had him without me?!”

You almost flinched at Cody’s tone if you hadn't learned to calm yourself when it came to the baby. You stood up, pulling the child off you for a moment as you pulled up your shirt, holding your son in your arms as you walked over to the clone. “Yes… I'm sorry baby. I tried to prolong it but my water broke fast and I was already in labor and in so much pain.” You whispered.

Cody frowned, he never understood the concept of labor, when he first found out you were pregnant he wondered. How? since he didn’t see the fetus in a tube. You had told him that nat- born babies are quite different, and grow inside of the woman.

“I’m sorry for shouting, I just can’t believe I missed it.” He sighed, leaning into your touch as you raised a hand to his cheek. “I mean if it's any consolation i got my doula to record a video, i had a feeling you might’ve wanted to see the process, even in my painhaze.” You chuckled sheepishly, before bringing Cody over to the living area.

“Armor off.” You ordered softly, and Cody complied, never tearing his eyes off the baby in your arms as he removed his armor. You gently held the baby out, adjusting his arms as need be. But soon Cody was cradling your son in his arms, in awe of the entire thing.

“I can’t believe this grew inside you for nine months…” he trailed off. He knew that nat-borns didn’t have the accelerated growing gene that made clones ready for battle within ten years, but none of that mattered to him.

Having his own genetics, well- his clone genetics, mixed with another's- your’s, it kind of segmented that he was just as human as you were. Cody smiled, warmly, pressing his lips to the top of the baby’s head.

You moved down to sit beside him, letting out a relieved sigh that you had a bit of a break. Cody looked over at you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulled you closer. “You okay?” He asked, and you nodded, resting your shoulder on his shoulder.

“Yes… m’ just tired.” You whispered, the exhaustion of birth, and baby caring having finally caught up to you. But you couldn’t sleep, not until the baby was.

But as you looked over at your son, your jaw dropped seeing how he was already fast asleep in Cody's arms.

“This little bastard has been so fussy with me these past two days, and now the moment he's in your arms he's asleep?” You whispered, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout. Cody let out a soft chuckle. “Well, this little guy just needed daddy’s touch.” He joked, and you grinned. “I think i need some of that.” You snickered.

Cody gave you a look before standing up, and you followed suit before walking to the nursery. He helped pick the room and the colors but you and your brother did most of the building when he was off working missions with other battalions without Obi-Wan.

“It’s perfect.” He murmured to you, and you nodded with a grin, watching as Cody gently laid your son down in the crib you had built, laying the baby on his stomach rather than his back before placing the blanket over him.

When your son was still fast asleep Cody walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you as he placed gentle kisses all over your face. You let out soft giggles, rubbing his back as you embraced him.

“Have you named him?” Cody asked, but you shook his head. “No, I wanted to wait until you came home for that.” You whispered, walking out of the nursery, closing the door behind you as you walked to your’s and Cody’s shared bedroom.

“What were you thinking?” He asked, and you hummed, changing out from your dirty, slobbed on clothes into something a little more comfortable. “Well I was thinking of something that represents him. That… or you could name him.” You stated, laying down in bed as Cody also worked on getting undressed.

“Really? you want me to name him?” Cody asked, and you grinned, nodding your head. Cody stood there, thinking for a moment before his face lit up like it always did when he came up with a plan or an idea.

“What about… Koen?” He asked, and you tilted your head. “What does it mean?” You asked, getting out of bed as Cody gestured for you to join him in the shower. “It means hero… because I have a feeling he’s going to grow up to be one.” Cody said, helping you remove your clothes before bringing you into the shower.

The warm water cascaded down your back and you hummed in delight, nodding to Cody to confirm the name. “I love it, hun.” You muttered, stretching your arms upwards with a sigh.

Cody admired you, his hands sliding onto your hips, before trailing upwards. “They got bigger…” He trailed off, and you raised an eyebrow, looking down at your breasts. You snorted, nodding your head. “Yeah- cuz’ they’re full of milk for Koen.” You snickered, biting your lip as Cody raised his hands, and cupped your breasts within them.

“Gentle baby, they’re tender.” You warned, but didn’t push him away.

“I missed you so much…” He groaned, sliding his hands down as he pulled you against him, capturing your lips with his.

You smiled against him, sliding your hands up to his hair before moving your hand to his cheek, your finger tracing the scar by his eye. He hummed against you, pulling back moments later. “You mean everything to me Cyare, and now Koen does too… I promise I will protect you both.” He whispered.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around him while resting your head on his chest, hearing the steady thumping of his heart beat… and it brought you so much comfort.

“I know Cody… I know.”

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