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skyguytoast · 10 days ago

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OMG, I love your writing!! 😭💖 I was thinking about this idea and knew you were gonna kill it—so hear me out: You’re a Sith, and Anakin is sent to capture you… but what if, instead of a fight, you seduced him instead? 👀 Like, imagine all the tension, the power struggle, the way he knows he should resist but just can’t. Ugh, I need this in my life, please!!

REQUEST: GENERAL!ANAKIN X SITH!READER

WARNING: fighting and flirting

WORDS: 1.7k

A/N: hii, love, i hope i made justice to your request, i love how creative you’re, hope hearing more amazing ideas 😉😘as always i love requests, they literally give me goosebumps and save me from my writer block. anyway, comments, reblogs are appreciated. kisses and good reading 🥰🤩

One of Anakin’s favorite things about being a general was the freedom to carry out missions however he saw fit. The Jedi Council dictated the assignments—the what and where—but the how? That was his decision. No matter how reckless or unconventional his methods were, the 501st followed him without question. He had earned that trust.

This mission, however, was a little… different.

A Sith hiding in the Outer Rim wasn’t unheard of, but the location certainly raised some eyebrows. A brothel. The last place anyone expected to find a dark side wielder. It wasn’t a battlefield or a Separatist stronghold. There were no enemy starfighters to chase down, no tactical sieges to command. And yet, if this Sith was dangerous enough to warrant his attention, then maybe—just maybe—it wouldn’t be a complete waste of his time.

He had left Ahsoka in Obi-Wan’s care, deeming this mission too complicated for her. Not because she couldn’t handle herself, but because—stars above—he couldn’t drag his Padawan into this. The war had already taken so much from her, forced her to grow up too quickly. But a brothel? That was a level of exposure even he had to draw the line at. Not that the Jedi were strangers to hypocrisy.

Disguised—or as much as someone like him could be—he stepped inside the establishment, his black robes swallowing him whole, his lightsaber hidden beneath layers of fabric. It wasn’t his typical battlefield attire, but he had learned early on that walking into enemy territory without announcing himself as a Jedi had its advantages. He’d let the Sith reveal themselves first.

The air was thick—smoke, perfume, the low hum of conversation, the occasional flirtatious laugh curling through the dimly lit space. Bodies moved languidly across the room, draped in silks and shadow, the sound of music threading through the walls like a heartbeat. A den of sin, the Jedi Council would say. But Anakin?

Anakin had never been one for their rigid philosophy. Still, he reminded himself why he was here. Find the Sith. Capture them. Bring them in.

Simple.

Or at least, it should have been.

But then he saw you.

You weren’t like the others. You weren’t draped across someone’s lap or whispering sweet nothings into a client’s ear. You were watching him, eyes sharp, posture deceptively relaxed, as if you had expected him all along.

Sith.

He knew it instantly, the way the Force pulsed around you, dark and intoxicating. But what unnerved him more was the way you smiled. Slow. Knowing.

Dangerous.

And damn it all—his breath hitched in his throat.

“Jedi.” Your voice was smooth, honeyed darkness. “I was wondering when they’d send someone.”

His muscles coiled instinctively, fingers twitching near his hidden saber. “Then you know why I’m here.”

You hummed, tilting your head. “Oh, I have an idea.” You uncrossed your legs deliberately, the shift in movement drawing his gaze for half a second too long before he snapped his eyes back to your face. You noticed, of course. That damn smirk of yours widened.

Anakin clenched his jaw.

The smart thing—the right thing—would be to demand your surrender. To drag you back to Coruscant in shackles before you had the chance to do whatever it was you were planning to do.

But you just… stood there. Gazing at him with the kind of confidence that made his stomach tighten in something uncomfortably close to anticipation.

“Aren’t you going to arrest me, Jedi?” you teased, voice dipping lower as you leaned in, just enough for him to catch the scent of spice and something wickedly sweet.

Anakin swallowed hard. The Force between you crackled like a live wire, the dark and the light colliding in a storm of heat and tension.

Something told him—warned him—that this mission would be anything but simple. And as your fingers barely ghosted over his arm, a whisper of contact, a silent dare—

Anakin should have known better.

He should have seen the trap the moment you looked at him like that—like you knew him, like you had already won. But he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

His fingers tightened around the hilt of his hidden lightsaber. “I’ll give you one chance to surrender.” His voice was firm, but even he could hear the thread of something else lurking beneath it.

Interest.

Amusement flickered in your eyes. “How generous of you, General Skywalker.”

His name rolled off your tongue like silk, and damn it, why did that make something hot coil in his stomach?

You took a slow step forward, deliberately closing the space between you. He should have stepped back. He should have drawn his weapon and ended this before it even started.

Instead, he let you get just close enough for your breath to ghost over his skin as you murmured: “But I don’t surrender, Jedi.”

Then, faster than a heartbeat, the Force slammed into his chest, sending him skidding back across the polished floor. His robe billowed around him as he caught himself, planting his feet firm. The room had gone eerily silent, the patrons watching with wide eyes as reality dawned on them—this wasn’t a show.

This was a fight. Anakin exhaled sharply. “So that’s how you want to play it?”

With a snap-hiss, his saber ignited, blue light spilling over the darkened room. The hum of energy vibrated in the air as he steadied himself, eyes locking onto you. And Force help him—he had never been so tempted by an enemy before.

You ignited your own saber, crimson light clashing with his blue, casting you in a dangerous glow. “Afraid you’ll lose, Chosen One?”

His smirk was sharp. “Not a chance.”

Then you struck. Your saber clashed against his with a crackling snap, sparks flying between you as you twisted, your movements fluid, dancing. You weren’t just fighting—you were playing with him.

And damn it, you were good. Anakin parried, spinning his blade to block an incoming strike, but you were already slipping behind him, pressing close, your voice a purr against his ear.

“Not bad, Jedi. But I expected more.”

He growled, spinning to elbow you, but you ducked, laughing, your saber swinging up toward his side. He barely deflected in time, the force of it sending a shudder up his arms.

“Distracted?” you taunted.

Anakin grit his teeth. “I don’t get distracted.”

“You sure?” You twirled away, the hem of your dark robes brushing against his legs like a whisper. “Because the way your heart is pounding tells me otherwise.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose. “Maybe I’m just excited to finally shut you up.”

You grinned. “Promises, promises.”

Then you surged forward again, but this time, Anakin was ready. He caught your wrist mid-strike, twisting you around, trapping your arm against your back as he pressed his saber just close enough to your throat to make you pause.

“Yield,” he murmured, his breath hot against your cheek.

Your laugh was breathless, but victorious. “Not yet.”

And then, his lungs seized.

A choked sound tore from his throat as invisible fingers curled around his neck, the crushing weight of the Force squeezing the air from his lungs. His grip on your wrist slackened just enough for you to twist free, stepping back as you held out your hand, your fingers curling like you were holding something.

Something like him.

His knees threatened to buckle, but the fire in his eyes never dimmed. If anything, the struggle—the pain—only made him angrier. Made him want you more.

“Look at you,” you cooed, tilting your head as you watched him fight against your hold. “So strong. So stubborn.”

He gritted his teeth, clawing against the invisible vice squeezing his windpipe. But Force, if your voice wasn’t making it worse. You stepped closer, your other hand ghosting over his chest, fingertips barely brushing over the fabric of his tunic. His breath hitched. You felt it.

“I could kill you right now,” you murmured, tracing a slow, burning path up to his jaw. “But where’s the fun in that?”

His lips parted, a strangled inhale rattling from his throat. His vision blurred at the edges, but he could still see you. The smirk on your lips, the wicked gleam in your eyes.

“You’re enjoying this,” you whispered, your thumb grazing over his bottom lip. “Aren’t you, Jedi?”

His heart slammed against his ribs.

And damn him to the depths of the Force—

He was. But Anakin Skywalker was nothing if not unpredictable.

His hand shot up, fingers wrapping around your wrist as the dark vice around his throat shattered. He sucked in a sharp breath, twisting your arm just enough to throw you off balance before slamming you back against the nearest wall, your saber clattered to the floor.

His hand was around your throat now, not squeezing—not yet—but enough to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His blue eyes burned, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. For a moment, neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.

The only sound was the hum of his still-lit saber, casting your faces in flickering shades of blue. Then—slowly, deliberately—he leaned in, his lips hovering just over yours, his breath fanning over your parted mouth.

“I think,” he murmured, voice dangerously low, “you like this just as much as I do.”

Your pulse thundered beneath his fingers. Your lips parted, but whether you meant to speak or close the last inch between you, but he didn’t give you the chance.

Because then, Anakin Skywalker did something he shouldn’t.

He kissed you.

You were so lost in the kiss—so utterly consumed by the heat of his mouth, the way he devoured you—that you didn’t even notice the cold metal snapping around your wrists until it was too late.

The click of the binders echoed between you, the unmistakable hum of energy-nullifying cuffs sending a sharp realization down your spine. Your fingers twitched, instinctively reaching for the Force—only to find nothing.

Dank farrik.

You barely had time to process before Anakin pulled back, his breath ragged, his lips still ghosting over yours. His grip on the cuffs tightened, tilting your bound hands upward, forcing you to meet his gaze. Blue eyes dark with something almost feral.

“You were saying?” he murmured, his voice dripping with wicked amusement.

Oh, you gonna be so fucked. And not just in one way.

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heartofmortis · 9 months ago

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✧ exile (what a ghostly scene)

. *. ⋆ Anakin / Vader x Reader

summary: you were bail organa’s ward, raised on alderaan with your younger sister. in the twilight of the clone war, you and anakin fell in love. when the war died, it dragged you and anakin to early graves with it — leaving only darth vader behind. even after years without you, he still wants you back. and there is nothing he would not do to bring you back to him. . .

tags: angst, tragic romance, suitless vader, no y/n, gn reader, inspired by the 2020 vader comics & vader immortal, past major character death, mourning, vader needs a hug, resurrection

note: my first reader/second person fic — i’m sorry if the tense is bad ajsjwjwjqjq. i’ve had this in my drafts for soooo long and i finally decided to finish it 🫶

word count: 1k

part 1 of 4

The stars have died, fizzling out into oblivion. All that remains is a charcoal heart that once belonged to Anakin Skywalker.

The boy from Tatooine is unreachable now, trapped inside the twisted soul of Darth Vader. The galaxy’s beloved Hero With No Fear is gone. With the rise of the Empire, the Jedi and their sympathisers will be erased from memory. A clean slate to start a new era.

Three years after the creation of the Empire, Darth Vader stands alone. His tower on Mustafar is isolating; its strategic position is a constant reminder of that day. His injuries still hurt sometimes: phantom itches on his now metal legs; scars from his burns that did not fully heal. The medical droids say he is lucky — the fire could have done more serious damage, and he could have been forced to rely on a suit keeping him alive for the rest of his days. Instead, the ebony coloured mask and suit he wears are to conceal his identity. A precaution so that Anakin Skywalker can fade from people’s tongues and memory, leaving the tyranny of Darth Vader in its place.

The weight of his failures is not the heaviest burden. Darth Vader drowns in his anger and grief. He was not strong enough to kill Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was not strong enough to save you.

(All things die. Even stars burn out.)

You were the stars in his sky, his light in the dark, the silvery moon to his blazing sun. So tender and kind. Perhaps your heart was too good for this world. Perhaps, it was your weakness all along. (How could peace ever love a dragon?)

Since you met, you had been Anakin’s sun. You anchored him; guided him home. You were his destiny. And, without you, the galaxy had turned cold. The fiery world outside, all hot air and lava fields, only stood as a reminder of his failure. He’d lost you. After everything Anakin had tried — surrendering himself to the dark side, betraying the light — he could not save you. Time had not quelled the pain.

Vader wonders if you would still recognise him. His copper hair has grown longer (he remembers how you used to cut it for him after he returned from another mission, and you’d giggle as you braided thin locks together), but his face hides behind an obsidian mask. You always loved the blue of Anakin’s eyes, but now they are blazing amber.

Mornings are the only time Vader allows himself to dwell on the past. It is when he finds himself alone and does not have to hide.

Vader recalls how you arrived on Mustafar like it was yesterday. (You haunt him every waking moment.) He could sense your conflicted emotions as soon as you disembarked your ship. Vader wasted no time approaching you, drawing you into his arms (where you belonged; where you were safe). His lips reconnected with yours, fitting together like puzzle pieces as he kissed you hungrily, his hands settled on your hips to keep you close.

You and Anakin had met after turning nineteen. He and Obi-Wan were called to Alderaan to protect the Queen and Viceroy from an assassination attempt. Being their ward, you had been there the whole time and quickly formed a connection with the young padawan — your relationship had blossomed during the Clone Wars.

He rested his forehead against yours as you spoke. “I heard terrible things. Tell me none of it is true.”

Vader hadn’t replied immediately and instead drew his head back to look at you. He would tell you any sweet lie if he needed to as he fought to quell the anger flaring in his eyes. “What have you been told?”

“Obi-Wan told me—”

Vader’s grasp around you tightened protectively. “Obi-Wan is alive?”

“He said you’d killed Jedi. Killed younglings.”

“You must not believe him, my love. He’s a traitor.”

It wasn’t the answer you sought, and you took a step backwards out of your husband’s grasp. “What have you done?”

“I did this for you. To save you.” He cupped your chin in his flesh hand and whispered your name. “I love you.”

Your eyes trained into his. There was no denial, no remorse in his stature; his only regret was letting Obi-Wan tell you anything.

He repeated his words. “I did this for you.”

From the shadows of your cloak, you drew a blaster. Only a small, weak thing. Vader watched your hands tremble. He did admire your courage. “Fix this,” you demanded. “Please,” you begged.

Anger flickered in Vader’s eyes. He had never seen you unimpressed with him. With an easy glide of his hand, Vader used the Force to knock the blaster out of your grip and pin your arms by your sides

“I am stronger than the Chancellor now,” he explained desperately, drawing you to his side. “I can overthrow him. Then you and I can be together; we can run away — just like you always wanted to.”

(But you didn’t. He lost you. Some might call you a traitor — Vader maintains that you were misguided.)

Three years later, regret still festers inside Vader’s hollow soul. There must have been a way to save you.

He misses you endlessly: craving your touch and the sound of your voice. (There is nothing Vader desires more than to have you back in his arms.)

Part of him wants to forget. To cast his memories of you into an abyss; to put the past behind him. But it is an impossible task. You are too well tangled into his soul. You haunt him. (And you’ll haunt him until his death.)

Today, there is no time to focus on you. A new morning brings meetings and training. You were Anakin’s Achilles Heel — but Darth Vader shows no such weakness. As Vader sits on his throne, reading over mission logs and other updates from the spread of the Empire across the galaxy, he receives a message: he must make his return to Coruscant immediately. (Your memory pulls him under the ocean again until he can no longer breathe.)

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tennessoui · 11 days ago

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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.

#asks #obikin #vaderwan #i love a manipulative vader as much as i enjoy a forceful blunt object vader #this one is similar to my throat fic vader #where he fell ages ago and obi-wan his padawan never realized #this vader just was more successful at keeping it in long enough to kill the chancellor first #and successfully has convinced obi-wan to leave the order with him #probably in 5 seconds theyre fucking in the council chambers #as a little goodbye present for whoever checks the security holos #when they find the dead body of the chancellor there the next morning

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jedi-enthusiasm-blog · 3 months ago

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Do you have any fics you'd recommend?

Yes! I have many that I wanted to share!

Love is not blind (pro-Jedi, anti-Anakin Skywalker, completed): This series is a fix it. Anakin's marriage and Tusken massacre are revealed, and things spiral from there.

Not This Crude Matter (pro jedi, anti Anakin Skywalker, completed): An AU fix-it series with a focus on the Jedi, as a culture and as a family, their relationships with the clone troopers and others outside the Order, and how they heal and rebuild after the war (series summary on ao3).

The Guiding Lights (pro Jedi, Anakin friendly, completed): Anakin has a braincell and reaches out for help after the Tusken massacre. This starts a chain of events that saves the galaxy.

Knightrise (pro Jedi, anti-Anakin, unfinished): Where a new Jedi Order is built on Mandalore after Order 66.

as the dust settled around us (pro Jedi): A love letter to Finn and to the Jedi. Really good.

Death sent the bridegroom (Mace Windu appreciation, anti Anakin, completed): On a border world caught between the Sith and Mandalorian Empires, Mace and his padawan seek a vanished Council member. They aren't the only ones looking for something lost, though, and Jaster Mereel is a force all his own - one Mace is hard-pressed to resist (series summary). This one is good, then again, blackkat has many good Star Wars fics (I don't know about other fandoms).

Most Did Not Care (pro Jedi, one-shot): It's post-Order 66, have tissues on hand.

The Padawan's Purpose: A Padawan understands his purpose during Order 66. Have tissues on hand, this one aims for the eyes.

Why We Did Nothing: This one's really good, absolutely stellar, but it's dark. Read the tags and chapter warnings.

Rewrite the Stars (pro Jedi, Anakin/OC, unfinished): I don't usually like Canon/OC pairings, but this one is one of the best stories I've ever read, period. Yes, I'm including published books in that. It's that good.

"Fixed" — A Star Wars Tale (pro Jedi, one-shot): a wonderful and hilarious parody of the Time-travel Fix It in the Star Wars fandom.

Liberosis (pro Jedi, Anakin critical): Anakin has to choose between his marriage and his Jedi Knighthood. It could have been worse.

if I'm good will you come back? (pro Jedi, anti Anakin): It has been eight years since Cody has seen Obi-Wan. Eight years since the war ended and the Jedi Order left Coruscant. Eight years of regret and guilt and a desire to apologise. But the Jedi’s return to Coruscant is not a welcome one for all. There is danger afoot, one that Cody missed eight years ago. And maybe finally facing this danger will bring him and Obi-Wan to a newer understanding (ao3 summary).

Greater Than Your Hoarded Gold (pro Jedi): This series focuses on the Jewish inspiration of the Jedi and draws even more parallels between Order 66 and the Empire and the Holocaust and Nazi Germany. It's a painful read on many occassions, but it's wonderful.

#star wars #pro jedi #fic recommendation

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koi-illust · 8 months ago

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[StarWars AU] [Din/Jedi Master(Luke)]

Padawan Din Djarin (1)

Here’s the (2): NSFW

I think it’s a “FUCK or DIE” scene? Oh, don't worry, Padawan Din is no longer a minor, so he's up to be f…🤭(well, you know what I mean)

This piece was inspired by an artwork featuring a Padawan Din posted on Tumblr. I was like: "Aww, this is an excellent idea! I want to draw a Padawan Din too! The Padawan braid is the cutest thing, and I bet many people haven't seen photos of a young Pedro Pascal before, so I need to let you see it." So I combined these two photos and drew this Padawan Din.

In this AU, Din was still a foundling of the Mandalorians, but instead of taking the creed and becoming a warrior, he was found to be gifted with the Force. So he was taken to the Jedi Temple and trained to be a Jedi. To honor the Mandalorian who took him in when he needed it most, Din wears Mandalorian symbols on his Padawan outfit, and the Council allows it.

I imagine that Din would remain a Padawan longer than average. It's not that he doesn't excel in his training - on the contrary, he's an elite! He's always had the wish to protect the young, the weak, and his Master, so he's very dedicated to his training. But why hasn't he been knighted already? It's because he doesn't want to be separated from his Master!

Din is quite sentimental, just like we've seen him in the TV show. Once he thinks of someone as family, he'll never leave that person. But being knighted means he'll be sent on missions without his Master, and he can't bear that. He's failed his trials on purpose multiple times, and eventually the Council didn't want to push him anymore, either, because they sensed Din's doubts and that he wasn't mentally ready to become a Jedi Knight.

Din will become a Knight, that's for sure. Din knows it, and his Master is also persistently persuading him (although the Master is also getting harder to leave Din, too🤭). But for now, they'll just keep each other's company for a while longer…

I don't mind if anyone wants to use this setting to write fanfics, in fact, I'm totally encouraged! (I prefer Luke to be the Master, I love Obi-Wan too, but feel free to choose other characters.) Just let me know when the story is done, I’d love to read it!

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giotanner · 1 year ago

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Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi and Satine Kryze — year on the run | 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧

𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 and important years at the same time. I love drawing Obi-Wan and Satine because we know so little about what it was, what they went through, and how they 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 as they 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 to stay 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦

(Long hair!Obi-Wan? 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦)

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paracosm-draw · 6 months ago

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Promptober Day 11 - Spaceship + Praise Kink ☄️

I don't have time to write or draw, this is so frustrating 😭 Anyway, enjoy a longer prompt as an apology 🫶🏻

Tags : masturbation, fingering, anal sex, shower sex, top Obi-Wan, bottom Anakin

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“Anakin, slow down.”

An amused smirk spreads on the young man’s lips at Obi-Wan’s tensed voice. He gives him a side look, noticing how his Master’s fingers had curled up tightly on the edge of his seat, knuckles getting white with the strength of it.

With a grin, Anakin pushes a finger on the controller, speeding up their ship a little bit more as they flew swiftly over a functioning generator.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan groans through gritted teeth.

The young Jedi grabs the controller with his mechano hand and tilts it to the side, pushing the ship into a series of rolls that make Obi-Wan gasp and Anakin laugh.

“Anakin, stop it ! You’re going to get us killed !” Obi-Wan hisses.

“Don’t you trust me, Master?” Anakin smiles widely, just before violently straightening the ship to avoid a random electric pole. “Oops.”

Obi-Wan’s face has turned white, he is sitting straight on his seat, back and shoulders tense, jaw locked and eyes focused on the windshield.

“I want to get off.” He says calmly but Anakin can feel his emotions twirling chaotically in the Force.

He can tell he’s extremely uncomfortable, and if he didn’t know him he would have said scared also. Not that any of this was showing up on his face, right now.

“And I want you to relax.” Anakin sighs. “I want you to enjoy flying.”

“I enjoy flying.” Obi-Wan retorts, his whole body tensing again when Anakin brushes the side of a building a little too closely. “I don't enjoy suicide attempts.”

“I’m not landing until you admit I’m a great pilot.” Anakin replies back, a bit vexed by Obi-Wan’s comment.

He doesn’t understand why his Master refuses to trust him in this matter. He’s been flying ships for as long as he can remember, he knows perfectly what he’s doing.

“When was the last time I caused an accident ?” He asks before Obi-Wan can say something.

Obi-Wan doesn’t answer, and when Anakin gives him a side glance he can see his jaw working with annoyance.

“Doesn’t mean you’re flying safely.” He says finally. “You never know about the other’s reactions.”

“I can anticipate.” Anakin huffs. “That’s why I’m a Jedi.”

“Still a Padawan.” Obi-Wan mutters, even though Anakin is closer to the end than the beginning. “Now, please land somewhere so I can go back to the Temple without fearing for my life.”

“No way.” Anakin retorts. “I’m bringing you back to the Temple.”

He makes the ship leap into a tunnel, squeezing them between a speeder and a flying bus, adrenaline still high on his veins. Speeding up, he outdistances them both while Obi-Wan swears in his beard, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

Anakin can’t help but smile when he catches his Master’s words. He loves more than anything making him slip from his perfectly crafted image to show the real, more human part of him. The one who swears and experiences emotions, the one with flaws and doubts and feelings.

He stretches out the arm who’s not playing with the controller to gently catch Obi-Wan’s fingers, deeply digging into the leather of his seat.

“Open your eyes.” He says, tugging on his hand when he doesn’t want to let go. “Enjoy the view ?”

They exit the tunnel at the same time Obi-Wan accepts to take a peek from under his eyelids. Anakin makes them leave the circulation to push the ship up, higher and higher until they pierce the cloud of pollution hanging low on the city.

There the air is clearer, the setting sun painting bright colors on the tallest buildings. They leave the crowded paths behind, Anakin reducing their speed to let Obi-Wan enjoy the sight of Coruscant slipping quietly into the twilight hours.

Obi-Wan relaxes a bit when Anakin slows down, letting the ship float back to their destination, and Anakin takes the opportunity to lace their fingers together.

“So ?” He asks, turning to him with a smile.

“You’re a great pilot.” Obi-Wan admits with a sigh. “Probably the greatest I’ve ever encountered. I just don’t like when you put your life in danger.”

“I’m always careful.” Anakin replies, before biting his tongue when Obi-Wan gives him a look. “Okay, maybe not always. But I’ll never put you in danger intentionally.”

“I shall hope so.” Obi-Wan says, quirking an eyebrow.

Anakin smiles and focuses back on their trajectory, guiding the ship with a lazy hand.

“So you really mean it when you say I’m the greatest pilot you’ve encountered ?” He asks after a few minutes of silence.

“By far.” Obi-Wan answers.

He looks way more relaxed now that Anakin flies at a decent speed. He even let go of his seat entirely, one hand resting on his laps and the other holding Anakin’s.

Anakin blushes faintly at the compliment. He can tell when Obi-Wan is sincere, and it’s the case right now.

“Thank you.”

“I’ve never seen someone being that comfortable with a controller.” Obi-Wan continues thoughtfully. “Or being able to fly any kind of ship. I don't really believe in talent but I must admit, when I see you…”

Anakin’s heart makes a little looping at Obi-Wan’s words and his cheeks turn a shade darker. He’s not used to such a large amount of compliments in such a short time. Obi-Wan is not really the kind to praise him every time he achieves something. On the contrary, he’s rather stingy with compliments, making Anakin fish for validation all the time.

So for a while he doesn’t know what to say. Obi-Wan’s words turn in his head until they’re back to the Temple, filling his chest with a pleasant warmth and making something flutter softly inside his belly. He already knows he wants to experience that feeling again as soon as possible.

He focuses very hard to make a perfect landing on the platform, making the ship touch the ground with only little shakes, and looks at Obi-Wan expectantly.

“Nice work, Padawan.”

There it is again, that tiny little jolt in Anakin’s guts. It feels so good to be praised for his skills and Obi-Wan seems to be in a generous mood today, so he intends on making the best of it.

“Yeah ?” He asks coyly, looking at his Master from under his eyelashes.

Obi-Wan turns to him and quirks his eyebrows when he notices his expression.

“Yeah.” He smiles softly. “I might not tell you often but you’re a good apprentice, Anakin. I’m proud of you.”

Anakin feels his heart swell with pride and affection at the words. It feels like a warm blanket wrapping him from head to toes, pushing away all his doubts, his constant anger and his insecurities. He’s afraid, suddenly, that when it wears off he goes back to being difficult, unbalanced, unworthy of Obi-Wan’s attention.

Before he realizes it he’s clutching Obi-Wan’s robes with eager hands.

“Tell me. Tell me again, Master.” He pleads. “Tell me I’m good.”

I want to be good for you.

Startled by the sudden desperation on Anakin’s features, Obi-Wan’s first reflex is to push him away, but his Padawan grips him tightly. He knows his anxiety is going to throw him in a loop if he doesn’t reassure him.

“Anakin…” He cups his face gently, disturbed by the anguish in his eyes. “Of course you are. You’re good. Not only for me but for all the people you already helped and the ones you’re going to help in the future.”

“I’m trying.” Anakin whines. “I’m trying so hard, Master. But I feel like sometimes it isn’t enough. I feel like I disappoint you all the time.”

“That’s not true.” Obi-Wan replies firmly, softly brushing his thumbs over his cheekbones. “You could never disappoint me, even if you don’t always listen to me.”

Obi-Wan never understood what triggered Anakin’s sudden self-conscious, anxious crisis. He thought that with time he would identify a pattern but his efforts had stayed vain until now. He wished he could see what happened in Anakin’s wonderful brain but he had to make do with the interpretation of his emotions.

“Now, be a good boy and go take a shower.” Obi-Wan says, gently patting his cheek. “Then join me for dinner.”

“Okay.” Anakin replies quietly.

He gathers all his stuff and disappears into the Temple, heading straight for the shower.

When he’s finally under the hot water spray, he closes his eyes, trying to prevent anxiety from spilling into his blood and spread into his system to poison his thoughts for the rest of the night. He thinks about Obi-Wan’s words, at the pride he pushed into their bond to emphasize his speech. He thinks about how it felt to be recognized and acknowledged for the skills he worked so hard on. He thinks about the pleasant sensation in his belly when Obi-Wan called him good.

With a sigh, he slides a hand between his legs, tugging lightly at his soft cock. He wants to feel good like that again. He wants Obi-Wan to praise him like that everyday, giving him the validation he so desperately needs to feel worthy of the world around him.

He can be good to Obi-Wan, he would do anything to hear him say it once again.

I’m proud of you.

With a moan, Anakin strokes his hardening cock, not really understanding why those little words made him feel like that. Why he felt the need to touch himself thinking about how good he wanted to be for Obi-Wan.

“Fuck.” He whimpers, precome dripping between his fingers as he replays the scene in his head once again.

He squeezes his cock in his palm, playing with his thumb around the head, pressing against the slick slit with each movement, making him shake and moan loudly in the confined space of the shower. A confused thought crosses his mind, wishing that Obi-Wan could hear how good he makes him feel just with the power of his words. He wishes Obi-Wan could tell him again, right now.

As if Anakin’s shameful thoughts have summoned him, Obi-Wan’s voice can suddenly be heard outside of the door.

“Are you almost done ?”

Almost. Anakin thinks. He’s so close it’s hard to articulate a correct sentence.

“Yes.” He pants, stroking his cock with fast and strong movements pushing him closer to the ledge by the second. “Give me- Give me a minute.”

There's a silence on the other side of the door, only broken by the rush of water, the wet slapping sounds of skin against skin and Anakin’s labored breathing.

“Are you okay in there ?” Obi-Wan asks, voice worried.

Anakin doesn't answer. He can't answer without risking letting out a pretty suggestive moan. Instead he bites his tongue firmly, using his other hand to play with one of his nipples, rolling it between his fingers and tugging at it to add a stimulation to his already overwhelmed body.

“Anakin ?”

The door opens at the same time Anakin topples over the edge of his orgasm, spilling between his fingers and against the wall of the shower with a choked, pathetic sound. Pleasure comes in waves, making him fuck messily into his fist to chase it, cum spurting again and again until it calms down, leaving him lightheaded and oversensitive. Leaning forward to press his forehead against the cold tiles, he drags one of his dripping fingers between his ass cheeks, pressing it against his tight hole.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans when a spark of pleasure ignites deep inside his lower back, making him arch and push his ass against the fingers massaging his rim.

The haze of his first orgasm starts to dissipate, progressively replaced by another fire in his belly. A second of clarity reminds him that he's supposed to get out of the shower to let Obi-Wan clean but it feels so good and he doesn't hear his Master’s voice anymore.

That’s when he realizes that he's not alone, his senses sharpening suddenly as he notices another presence in his space.

Before he can even glance behind his shoulder he feels cold fingers curling around his hips, making him jump and choke on his saliva.

“What-”

“Can’t you masturbate and shield your thoughts at the same time ?” Obi-Wan’s hot breath brushes against his ear.

Anakin gasps, his face burning in shame as he tries to make sense of what is happening. He tries to remove his hand from between his legs, tries to do whatever, anything to protect the last bit of his dignity but Obi-Wan is faster, grabbing his wrist to keep him in place.

“Be a good Padawan and continue what you were doing.”

“But M-Master…” Anakin whimpers, placing his other hand on the wall in front of him to stabilize himself.

“Don’t you want to be good for me ?” Obi-Wan whispers against his ear. “Isn’t it what you want the most in your life ?”

“Yes.” Anakin breathes out, cheeks burning hot at the idea that Obi-Wan discovered his dirty little secret. “That’s what I want. More than anything.”

“Good.” Obi-Wan praises, wrapping his hand around Anakin’s one to press his fingers back against his abandoned hole. “Then finger yourself open for me.”

Anakin moans and bites his lip when he feels the press of his fingers, guided by his Master's, against the delicate muscle. Obi-Wan makes him massage his rim for a while before pressing the tip of two of Anakin’s fingers inside. Anakin lets out a shaky breath, trying to relax as much as possible against the intrusion.

“You already did that to yourself, right ?” Obi-Wan asks before nipping at his earlobe.

“Yes.” Anakin draws a sharp breath when Obi-Wan pushes his fingers deeper. “Oh.”

“Were you thinking about me ?”

“Yes.”

Obi-Wan groans at the answer, tugging on Anakin’s hand to remove his fingers before pushing them back inside.

“Look at yourself fucking your own fingers. You’re so perfect.”

Anakin cries out at the sensation, shame and adoration mixing in his chest at Obi-Wan’s words.

“Want to be perfect for you.” He whines, starting to scissor himself open.

“You’re doing so good.” Obi-Wan hums against his hair, setting the pace of Anakin’s movements. “Make yourself nice and ready for me, sweetheart.”

Anakin feels dizzy at the implication. Is Obi-Wan going to fuck him ?

“Master ?” He pants, letting their bond fill the blanks for him.

“That’s what you want, right ?” Obi-Wan rasps, teeth grazing against his neck. “Thinking so hard about me when you’re touching yourself ?”

“Yes.” Anakin nods rapidly. “Yes. Please.”

“Then your pretty fingers are not going to be enough.” Obi-Wan replies. “Let me help.”

Anakin can feel the grip on his wrist relax just before one of Obi-Wan’s fingers slips between the ones already inside him, spreading him even wider.

“Fuck !” He hisses at the sudden stretch, trying to withdraw from the touch by reflex. “Too much.”

Obi-Wan kisses his neck, nuzzling gently behind his ear.

“You’re doing great, love. It’s going to take more than three fingers if you want my cock.”

“I can’t.” Anakin pants, feeling like his legs were going to give way beneath him.

“Yes, you can.” Obi-Wan replies softly, starting to move his finger ever so slightly between Anakin’s. “Relax, Anakin. Breathe.”

Anakin takes a shaky breath, trying to focus on his Master’s warmth against his back, the tickling of his beard against his neck and the way his steady hands were supporting him, pleasuring him.

It's easier after a while, his body adapting to the stretch and making his muscles soft and pliant once again as Obi-Wan fingers him with more ease.

The sensation of both of their fingers fucking inside him is exhilarating and soon pleasure hits Anakin back again, making his lower belly tense and his cock leak abundantly.

“I’m- I’m going to come.” He warns Obi-Wan between two shaky moans.

Obi-Wan pulls both of their fingers out, then, making Anakin gasp loudly at the loss.

“You’re so beautiful.” He praises, brushing his knuckles along Anakin's defined back. “Look at you.”

The gesture makes Anakin blush and whine impatiently.

“Take me.” He demands. “Let me please you too, Master.”

Obi-Wan presses against his back, wrapping his arms around his waist, the weight of his hard cock pushing against the cleft of Anakin’s ass.

“You’re such a good boy, Anakin. Do you know that ?” He murmurs against his ear before placing a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“For you.” Anakin whimpers. “ Only for you. Please.”

“Mmh.”

Obi-Wan wraps one of his large hands around Anakin’s hips, locking him in place while the other guides the head of his cock down the cleft of his ass, dragging slick precome down to his already abused hole. Then he pushes inside in one slow and firm motion, making Anakin cry and press both of his hands against the wall.

“Fuck, Obi-Wan !”

“You feel so good, dearest.” Obi-Wan sighs against his neck, settling comfortably deep inside him. “You’re made for me, I knew it.”

Anakin grits his teeth, trying to breath through the burning sensation accompanying the challenging stretch of Obi-Wan’s cock. He closes his eyes for a while, remembering that he wanted this.

“Move.” He groans when the sensation starts getting too unpleasant.

Obi-Wan doesn't need to be asked twice. He starts thrusting gently inside him as soon as Anakin asks him to, well aware that his stillness might feel uncomfortable.

Anakin grunts at this new, weird sensation. For now he doesn't know if he likes it or not, Obi-Wan’s cock feeling more like an intrusion than an object of pleasure.

That is until Obi-Wan changes the angle of Anakin’s hips, the head of his cock brushing against something that sends a jolt of electricity along his spine, making his toes curl and his muscles tense automatically.

“Ah !”

“Found it.” Obi-Wan smiles smugly against his neck. “Feels good, mh ?”

“Shut up and do that again.” Anakin grunts, pushing his hips back to chase that thrilling feeling again.

“At your service.”

When Obi-Wan moves again, Anakin lets his head fall against the wall, his whole body tensing with raw pleasure.

“Fuck, yes.”

Obi-Wan does it again, and again until Anakin begs him to go faster, to give him more. He's on his tiptoes, back arched as Obi-Wan presses him against the wall with each thrust of his hips. There’s no more shame in his moans or in the way he asks for what he wants, for what feels good. And what feels good right now is Obi-Wan’s thick cock hitting his prostate relentlessly while he drools against the cold wall, head empty. He knows he's close but he’s not able to form a coherent sentence anymore.

“Obi-Wan…” He whines instead.

“I know, love.” Obi-Wan pants right next to his face. “I’m close too.”

Anakin moans, using his last bits of strength to reach out behind and grab his Master’s thighs, pressing him even closer.

“Say it.” He breathes. “Tell me.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t need to ask for clarification. He leans forward, pressing his lips against Anakin’s ear.

“You’re so good for me, Anakin.” He whispers adoringly. “Such a good boy. I love you so much.”

It’s all it takes for Anakin’s mind to go blank, his whole body tensing as pleasure explodes into his lower belly, flooding his senses with the intensity of it, making him cry out and cum for what felt like an eternity.

When he’s done, his body going limp against the wall, he stays there for a little while, feeling high with endorphins, bathing in the scent of soap, hot water and sex.

He’s almost going to doze off when a sharp knock on the door pulls him roughly from his fantasies.

“Anakin ?” Obi-Wan’s annoyed voice resonates on the other side. “Are you done in here ? It’s been almost an hour !”

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