#i love drawing padawan Obi-wan

[bubblew0lf1]

Don't mind me I'm just trying to figure out how to draw Dragon!Obi-wan's stupid little horns

[nolouvreart]

Your artwork is genuinely stunning. I can't stop staring at your young Obi-Wan pieces. Not sure if you're an Obikin fan but do you have any fanfic recs? I just found the ship after rewatching the prequels for the first time in years and would love to read some more.

Thank you!!🤍 And well… I rather enjoy it!! Even have this WIP but there too much to clean up💀

There are few fics that I read about them and that I actually enjoyed: “Second Chances” by Lorixjake, “Needing/Getting” by chapstickaddict and “Streets of Gold” by BarmaDumet

[guadalajarawontdonow]

obi-wan and r2

[ossanana]

Obi-Wan Kenobi sketches with differents colo types.

Close ups under the spoiler.

[rabb1ttrash]

they were absolute menaces as padawans and you can’t take that away from me

[beeftendergroin]

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress, Until I wrap myself inside your arms, I cannot rest. Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers, Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters.

[obimaulartfire]

Oh, looks like you've found Darth Vain at an inconvenient time.

In other news, I wanted to keep drawing my Sith!Obiwan because they live in my brain rent-free

[bluebellhairpin]

local master/padawan duo take younglings out on a unauthorized space mcdonalds run.

[stealingpotatoes]

I love how you draw quinlan. I fully support him running around and gossiping about the shenanigans he and obi wan got up to in their youth. Fully in the quinlan yelling at obi wan "YOU USED TO BE FUN BEFORE YOU GOT A PADAWAN" before leaning over to baby/adult Anakin "I don't actually blame you, I just like watching him get defensive about you when his usual setting is whining about whatever insane thing you've done. I like your style kid. Whereas Anakin is just looking up at him with Steven Universe star eyes.

It's like when your uncle comes over and starts spilling the tea about all the crazy thing he and your uptight mom got up to...that's the vibe I'm going for here.

his wild youth stopped thanks to a healthy mix of trauma and getting a padawan equivalent of a dumpster on fire <3

[heartofmortis]

✧ 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.)

[jedi-enthusiasm-blog]

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.

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday

can anidalas relationship implode anywhere but around a table?? not if im writing it lmao ft ahsoka instead of quinlan this time

Anakin gives her a very small smile, twirling his fork around his fingers before setting it down. “Master Obi-Wan could never get the sauce thick enough. He always blamed it on the—”

Across from him, at the other end of the table, Padmé sets her own cutlery down. “Is there something about this place that reminds you of Master Kenobi, Anakin?”

Anakin blinks. Ahsoka’s eyes flick between the two of them before staring resolutely at her own plate.

The chair across from Ahsoka remains empty. Because Obi-Wan didn’t want to join them. Because Obi-Wan did not want to spend time with Anakin outside of his duties. Because Obi-Wan thought of Anakin as a duty.

“What?” he asks. 

“Is there something about this villa that reminds you of your master?” Padmé repeats, pushing her plate away from her slightly and raising her glass to her lips. Her eyes are unreadable.

Anakin feels as if he’s walking Forceblind through a field of landmines.

“I’m sorry, Padmé,” he says carefully, foot forward and tapping the ground beneath him. Solid ground. No explosion. Padmé just looks at him. “I’m just worried about him. He’s been sick, of course I’m distracted.”

“His name is every other word you say,” his wife tells him. “Before you received the news that he had a cough.”

On his thigh, his mech hand tenses, the leather of his glove crinkling loud in the stillness.

“I think I’m going to go on a walk,” Ahsoka says. “Explore a bit—”

“No, stay where you are, padawan,” Anakin snaps, even though she is no longer his padawan and he has no business ordering her around. She stays in her chair, as if she has forgotten this too. “Padmé, don’t try and—and talk politics to me. If you have something to say, just say it plainly.”

“Fine,” Padmé replies, tone cold. “You have barely spoken of anything other than your former master in the past two days, Anakin, and at first I found it endearing then I found it strange. Then it made me wonder, made me think about the last time we were here. When we fell in love. When we were married.”

Ahsoka clears her throat. “I really think—” “And I realized that which I wouldn’t let myself realize all those years ago, Anakin. That even then, you talked of him more than you talked to me. So. I am asking you plainly. Is there something about this place, these lakes, this villa, that reminds you of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin?”

Anakin's mouth is dry. His throat is tight.

"Or are you just so in love with him that even his absence draws your focus?"

[paracosm-draw]

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

~~~

“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 !” 

[koi-illust]

[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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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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Hey! Congratulations on 4k followers bestie! I’m going to slide in a Captain Rex request if you don’t mind. Perhaps a steamy & smutty, forbidden love trope with a female Jedi? 😈 I just know you could work some magic! Many thanks of you choose to do this 💖

Hush, Don’t Tell the General***

Captain Rex X F!JediReader

word count: 2k

The tensions were thick after todays mission and you and Rex had to be alone together one way or another.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Minors will be blocked if i see you interact. Explicit sexual content, explicit language, female reader, established secret relationship, forbidden love, p in v, slightly rough sex, semi-public sex, wall sex, creampie, fingering, dirty talk, praises, fluff but also a little bit of angst if you squint. Pre Order 66.

"Another smooth operation, Anakin," Obi-Wan remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. It was a tone you had grown accustomed to after the countless missions combating the separatist forces that you had been doing with Obi-Wan and Anakin. And given the situation, Obi-Wan's displeasure was quite understandable.

As a Jedi yourself, you’re typically calm and collected as well as precise in your tactics but Anakin was… something else.

The odds had turned grim and a sinking feeling made you wonder if you'd ever even see another day. However, a particular Captain of the 501st, ensured you escaped with minor injuries. Maybe a few bumps and bruises but nothing too severe.

Anakin, ever the defiant one, retorted, "It's not like I anticipated their reinforcements, Master." He paused, rolling his eyes, "But, let's admit it, it was fun ."

"’Fun’ is hardly the word I'd choose," you said, shaking off some dust from your attire.

Anakin smirked, "Well, the mission was a success. Besides, you had Rex and you were out of that building in the nick of time."

As Rex moved closer, you cast him a sidelong glance. "Barely in time to avoid becoming ash," you pointed out.

Rex meets your gaze and something shifts in Rex's expression. Was that anger? Annoyance? Whatever it was, you were certain it wasn’t directed at you.

"Excuse me," you say eventually, pulling away from the intense gaze of the Clone as well as the incessant bickering of General Kenobi and his Padawan, "I need some fresh air."

Rex's watchful eyes follow you, and you offer a fleeting glance back with a hint of a smile before you're enveloped by the cooling evening.

Wandering the perimeter of the Jedi temple that evening, your mind is seemingly in the clouds as the setting sun paints long shadows on the ground.

But then, you sense a presence. You slip into a hidden alcove and wait. The unmistakable sound of footsteps soon follows.

"You always seem to know where to find me, Captain," you remark without turning, arms folded cockily over your chest upon hearing Rex draw nearer.

"It's all about instincts, General. You told me that."

In a seamless move, his arms encircle you, pulling you close, the warmth of his breath ghosting over the nape of your neck. "Today was... challenging," he murmurs, lips ever so gently brushing against your warm skin that sends ripples of pleasure through you.

"I sense you’re troubled, Captain," you observe, sinking into his embrace as his hold on you becomes more pronounced. "What's on your mind?"

"Today was a close call. Too close. Skywalker's tactics have grown increasingly unpredictable since Ahsoka left," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. As you meet his gaze, your hand gently cradles his face. “I could’ve killed him by putting you in danger like that.”

Seeing Rex angry was a rarity but like he said, today was a close call. His scowl was sharp but as you gently touch him, you see his resolve settle.

"I'm still here thanks to you," you reassure with a soft smile. "Though I can't deny that I've felt a disturbance in the Force around Anakin."

Rex peers deeply into your eyes, searching for answers. "Is this something he's shared with you or just a Jedi intuition?"

"Anakin and I aren't close in that way; he doesn't share his personal struggles with me." You take a step back, leaning against the cool wall, eyes drawn to the now moonlit sky. "However, I trust in General Kenobi's guidance. Training a Padawan is a complex task."

"Seems you've got a somewhat good read on him," he states before you feel the familiar warmth of Rex's body as he leans in. His eyes lock onto yours. "I just wish Skywalker would think twice before jumping headfirst into danger. Putting you in danger.”

"You're concerned about him," you observe, lifting your hand to trace the line of his jaw.

“He’s my General. And… a good friend.” He sighs but then smiles softly upon feeling the delicacy of your fingers tracing along his jaw. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now, I want to talk about my Jedi.”

"Is that so?" Your voice dances with amusement, heart quickening as he draws you in tighter, heat radiating from the closeness. "What do you want to know?"

"How do you go days without our secret moments?" he asks, voice husky with emotion, fingers cradling you just so as he flushes his body against yours. “How can you cope without me being inside you for so long?”

Time had blurred; days, maybe a week or two since your last stolen moment. But for Rex, the longing was evident. As a Jedi however, detachment was part of your teachings, yet Rex was your exception, your beautiful secret. A relationship shadowed in secrecy, known to none, and hopefully, it would remain that way.

You shudder at his words, a heat already panging in your core. He towers over you, his armor making him look larger than he was but not far off.

It’s dominant and striking but so welcoming when his lips descend upon yours after so long, throwing your head back against the wall the force of his kiss.

His hands bite into your hips and you reciprocate by sinking your teeth into his lower lip, a groan deep in his throat. “Naughty girl,” he groans playfully before he pulls away and physically rips apart your Jedi robes, exposing your skin to the cool air.

“Rex!” You squeak in surprise. When you first got together you were pleasantly surprised at his dominating role in the bedroom but to see him so riled up, and in a somewhat public space, was quite unusual yet very exciting. How long had he been missing you?

“I need to have you, I need you so much.” He moves his lips down your neck, kissing over your now exposed collarbones and just over your breasts, cupping them with his hands that had you mewling into his embrace.

“What if someone sees us?”

“I don’t care.” He grumbles, exposing your left breast from under your bra and you let out the faintest whine as his lips latch to youth nipple, sucking delicately.

You cock your leg up, his arm instinctively wrapping under your thigh and keeping it hoisted as he pushes more into you, his length aching behind his codpiece. You held the back of his head, fingers caressing his blonde buzz cut as he flicked your stiffened bud with his tongue before soon, his hand invited its way into your panties.

“Gods, you’re wet,” he almost shivers at the sensation of your juices between your folds, his index and forefinger collecting your slick before he pulls out and you watch in utmost awe as he takes his fingers into his mouth and sucks the taste off, “I’ve missed your pussy.”

“Is that so?” You grin, bringing his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his lips and then wrestling your tongue with his. As if to say ‘and I’ve missed your cock’, your hands move towards his codpiece, letting it clatter to the floor before pulling his warm, twitching cock free.

This time he does shudder. The touch of your hand causes him to groan and naturally start to rut into your grasp as you begin stroking rhythmically at his cock. All the while he tugged at your panties, bunching them up to the side and grabbing your thigh again and bringing you near. “Do you want me to fuck you? Here? Right now?”

You couldn’t deny that there was a risk in all this, being caught would be the end of both of your lives as a Jedi and as a Clone Captain but as he pawed at your pussy again, your pussy throbbed in attic patios and he was too good to resist. You nod eagerly, whimpering as he doesn’t hesitate to push his tip against your entrance as you move your hips forward. “Yes,” you gasp, “yes, fuck me Captain.”

When Rex raised your leg just an inch higher, he slammed his hips forward, plunging his cock into your slippery core; drawing a strangled gasp from the pair of you.

“Oh fuck!” He grunts, his cock adjusting to your walls before he begins to pummel you against the wall, feeling your body react to every thrust he gave.

“Rex,” you whimper his name almost pathetically, hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life as his thrusts become intoxicating, making you sob so loud in pleasure that it covers the sound of his thighs and balls slapping lewdly against your exposed skin.

One thrust in particular had you moaning out loud that one hand came up and moved to bury your head into his neck, tutting at you teasingly, “Hush now my beautiful Jedi, we don’t want to draw any attention to us do we?” But he doesn’t help himself as his hand drops from your thigh to play softly at your clit, while the roll of his hips remain sharp and precise with every word.

“It’s s-so good,” you pant, teeth nipping at the skin of his neck, beautifully scented with a little tinge of sweat.

“And you’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” He cooes, “you sound so precious when you’re needy.”

Your head rolled back, stars starting to blur your vision and not just from the night sky. His fingers worked relentlessly at your clit as he fucks you and you wanted to quip that he was the needy one but you didn’t want to risk an intense reaction that has people come looking. “I’m not g-gonna last any longer Rex, please let me cum.”

“You want to cum, darling? You want to come on your Captain’s cock?” He chuckles darkly, his own movements staggering as he breathes through shaken breaths. “Are you going to let me fill you up?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes! Please cum in me.”

“Always so polite.” He grins, grunting as his high begins to hit. “I’m going to fill you with so much cum that you won’t need me for another week. C’mon, lift your leg a little - that’s right - good girl.” He murmured beautifully, pushing his cock in and out of your pussy lazily.

He could feel your body tensing, knowing that your orgasm wasn’t far. Nor for him either. Your body felt like it was on fire, the need and desire from him after just a few weeks of not being able to touch another was unbearable. And as he asks you if you’re ready to cum, you nodded obediently and he upped the momentum of his fingers between your legs.

Suddenly, the coil in you snapped and you went limp under him, Rex catching you quickly as you buried your face into his neck, muffling your wanton screams of delight. He groaned, low and guttural as he summoned a final slam of his cock into your core once more, coming undone to the feeling of his cock buried deep in you as your juices dripped down his length.

“I love you,” he says tenderly, “I love you so much.”

Rex's confession, whispered with an earnestness that sends shivers down your spine, tugs at your heart. "I love you too," you breathe out, pulling him into a gentle, lingering kiss. Every moment with him was precious, and every goodbye, a horrible heartache.

After a few tender moments, you both recognize the danger of lingering. The reality of your situation quickly comes crashing back. Straightening your attire and composing yourselves, the weight of the galaxy settles back onto your shoulders.

"We'll find our moment again soon," Rex promises, his voice thick with emotion, matching the emotions in your eyes.

"Stay safe, Captain" you murmur, gently letting go of him.

“And you, General.”

Although the war seemed unending and your secret rendezvous scarce, deep down you held onto hope. Hope that one day the galaxy would be at peace, and you and Rex could be free to be together.

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