#obikin fanfiction

[ndekvart]

Commission for @barmadumet for chapter 60 of her fic “Streets of Gold” ✨

Thank you for commissioning me! I was really excited to draw this wholesome scene of Anakin and young Obi-Wan meeting Obi’s beautiful sister, Ophelia🥹

[ircn-mvn]

temple university ★ obikin au

🅟🅘🅝🅣🅔🅡🅔🅢🅣 🅑🅞🅐🅡🅓 ➝ link

Anakin is a mechanical engineering student at Temple University (Coruscant), interning for a Formula 1 team.

Obi-Wan started teaching a Negotiation and Conflict Resolution class at Temple University (Coruscant) after a military career.

They (officially) meet at their parents' wedding. Anakin's mother, Shmi, is marrying Obi-Wan's adoptive father, Qui-Gon. They get along well enough.

A few months later, Anakin is having administrative troubles; something to do with his scholarship and dorm. He spends his first night back at Temple University (TU) on Ahsoka's room floor.

He calls his mom the next day, but Qui-Gon picks up Shmi's phone, and Anakin tells him what happened. Qui-Gon hangs up on him without another word... because he is calling Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon bullies Obi-Wan into taking Anakin under his roof in his fancy apartment in Coruscant.

When his mother's husband calls him back, Anakin's first thought is 'hell no,' but then he realizes he doesn't have another option so he agrees to become Obi-Wan's roommate.

It's awkward, they don't know each other, but they also are sort of family so it's complicated. They have to make it work.

Of course, Anakin has a thing for trouble so he loses his keys on the first day and they have to get a locksmith because Obi-Wan is apparently a little paranoid (something to do with his old work). They settle in a sort of routine; they don't really see each other much, barely crossing paths now and then.

One day, Anakin forgets his keys at home and decides to wait for Obi-Wan at TU, and he ends up crashing Obi-Wan's lecture. Obi-Wan isn't impressed, but his students are definitely curious about their relationship after the exchange they witness.

A rumor starts about the two of them being involved. Anakin finds it funny, but he hopes no one can tell he is developing a major crush on Obi-Wan (Ahsoka can definitely tell!). Obi-Wan is trying to act unbothered by it all, but Quinlan's remarks are getting to his head.

The thing is, they are spending more and more time together, getting to know each other, sharing domestic moments, etc. And maybe one of them get sick and the other takes care of them for example.

One night, Anakin goes out with his friends at a club... and so does Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan catches a guy being a little too insistent with Anakin on the dance floor and just acts as Anakin's "knight and savior". They end up dancing together and having more drinks as their friends mingle, most of them knowing each other already.

That's when Ahsoka and Quinlan break the new this isn't the first time they meet like this: Obi-Wan and Anakin already met in this same club. It happened before the wedding, they were drunk and they danced, and flirted, and then their friends separated them so nothing more happened and they forgot all about it.

However, when they get home that night, they share their first kiss and maybe more...

[dark--whisperings]

✨Fic Update: Inextricably Yours ✨

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 6/6 (NOW COMPLETE 🎉🎉🎉)

Words: 25.5k

Summary:

Two halves of one whole. Twin binary suns, spinning in perfect sync until the day their orbits eventually decayed and they careened headlong into one another. Really, their union was a foregone conclusion. OR Five times Obi-Wan walked in on his—regrettably enticing—former padawan masturbating, and one time he decided to help.

[virahaus]

Little sneak peak of the hurt! obi-wan on painkillers fic!! I'm halfway done I think ehehe <33 after this is done, i'm thinking of braving some other almost finished project from the wip game list

Hope you like it!!

[greyghoulclub]

WIP WEDNESDAY

A snippet from an obikin fic im writing, based on Baby Driver

For all intents and purposes, Anakin didn’t mean for this to happen. It was just one small job to pay off his family’s debts, and he was a free man. All he had to do was wait in the car outside the bank, nice and simple. But trouble seemed to keep an eye out for one Anakin Skywalker, and trouble came in the form of a redheaded man with a gun, yelling at him to start driving. Who was Anakin to refuse?

He weaved through the twisting streets of Corsucant City, pushing the speed limit as far as he could. The man in the back muttered about 10,000 dollars in cash into what looked like a burner phone. Anakin knew to keep his nose out of it. He’d been burned before.

Sirens blared from behind them, giving them chase. The man in the back told Anakin to step on it, his tone warning as to what would happen if Anakin didn’t. White-knuckling the wheel, he pressed on the gas pedal as much as he could, the car engine roaring with pressure. Anakin could feel the other man keeping a close eye on where Anakin was turning to throw off the police’s trail. If Anakin did manage to create a diversion, he looked pleased, as if he was appraising Anakin’s skills. They were racing towards an interchange in the middle of Corsucant, one of the busiest roads in the city, and it was easy to lose someone. Anakin saw two cars on the road that looked very similar to the nondescript black car he was driving, the corner of his mouth pulled into a small smile as he pulled the manoeuvre to get the police car to follow one of the other cars as he took the way towards the western edge of the city. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror to see if no one was following them. In the all clear. But curiously, the man in the back seemed to be proud of how Anakin managed to pull off that trick, and he vocalised that too. It made Anakin feel a small flutter in his stomach but he didn’t want to look into that now.

“You’ve done this kind of driving before, haven’t you?” his passenger asked. He was looking directly into Anakin’s eyes via the rearview mirror. The other man had this way of speaking, it was charming, amicable even, but his eyes were analysing every move or expression Anakin made.

“I used to,” Anakin answered curtly, keeping his face neutral to the best of his ability. But the man in the back seemed to be able to tell that Anakin wasn’t telling the entire truth. And maybe Anakin was being too naive but felt he could trust this man. And even so, he did owe Anakin big time for getting away from the cops.

“I don’t think you’re telling me everything but either way, you’re good. Could use someone like you on my team, if you’re interested in a job,” something was slipped into Anakin’s pocket, but his gut told him not to look at it. Watto would know and his mother would be disappointed that Anakin was still involved with not-so-legal activities.

“Look where can I drop you off? Can’t risk having you in here for too long,” Anakin sighed, knowing he was in deep shit either way.

“Urscu district. You know the Outlander Club yes?” Anakin nodded, he’d been a patron of that club a few times, when money allowed. Anakin took a sharp left at a junction between the COMPNOR building and the Corsucant public library, heading into the entertainment district. It wasn’t long before he found the Outlander. The outside of the club was dark, the neon lights dimmed in the daylight. It would be an eyesore of colour once nightfall hit.

“Thank you for your help,” a wad of 100 dollar bills was slapped onto Anakin’s lap, “If you reconsider, call the number on the card, and ask for Kenobi.” The door to the car closed and the man disappeared into the club, leaving Anakin staring at the wad of cash he was left with and wondering how the hell he would explain this to his mother.

[sprite-the-librarian]

the inspo for this cover was originally the "a court of thorns and roses" series, but i clearly drifted away from that. but anyways, this is seriously one of the best fics i've ever read!!! (find it here) it really lives up to the tag gothic horror, and i'm frankly obsessed. PLEASE read lilyconrads work. IT'S INCREDIBLE. i stayed up till sunrise on multiple occasions just to unravel this fic.

part two is up!

credits: flower pattern, branches, and the planet.

…also if the quality is off idk why. they look great outside of tumblr i promise.

[aigoos]

Hanami | Oneshot Fluffy "Japan Obikin" | Rating: T | Words: 1,000~

Summary: Obi-Wan and Anakin visit a planet during its cherry blossom season.

Artworks by the amazing @kana7o.  She brought my Japan!Obikin idea to its digital glory, so those artworks inspired this ficlet.  Many thanks to @finandres for betaing and making great improvements and to @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart for also looking it over!

Nipponica is a beautiful planet, especially during their cherry blossom season. You will love it there. I wish I could go there again myself.

Obi-Wan walked over to the window of the inn, cradling his mug of tea, and stared outside. The inn overlooked a Nipponican garden, and he saw miles of pink-topped trees. In between them, glimpses of green from the grass and bushes and blue from the river that flowed through the garden could be seen. A small shrine stood by the river, which could be crossed via a wooden bridge.

Plo is right. This place is beautiful.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, feeling the slightly cool spring breeze. He could hear birds chirping nearby and gentle splashing from the river. The whole place was serene and tranquil, and he felt the urge to meditate.

But then a loud snore broke through his reverie and he turned to face the bed and its cacophonous symphony.

Anakin had sprawled out like a great bird of prey and he snored thunderously, his mouth slightly open and drooling on the pillow.

Obi-Wan snorted softly as he stared at his endearing lover. Oh, Anakin. Never change, my dearest one.

He turned back to the window to enjoy the peace a little bit longer, somehow managing to tune out his beloved's snoring.

*****

When Anakin finally awoke, they had breakfast together and then prepared to head out to the garden.

They were given Nipponican outfits to wear for the walk. There was a yukata, a robe-like garment with an obi that went around the waist. Anakin's outfit was black with a dark red obi, and Obi-Wan's was a patterned blue with a beige obi. They also had tabi and zori -- split-toe socks and sandals. Anakin's were dark and Obi-Wan's were light. Their entire outfits' colours matched their personal aesthetics, and they made for a handsome pair.

"Help me with this sash, Master."

"It's not a sash -- it's an obi," Obi-Wan explained as he stepped closer and plucked the obi from Anakin's hands.

"And it wraps around my waist, right? Just like you? Is that why they are called 'obi'?"

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan couldn't help but blush at his words "No need to be uncivilised--"

"Oh, so when you wrap your legs around my waist and hang onto my neck for your life as I pound you--"

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan flushed harder as he wrapped the obi around Anakin's waist, perhaps a bit tighter than necessary. "Enough. Maybe I need to wrap this around your neck!"

"Now who's being uncivilised?" Anakin jested as he brought his flesh hand up to cup Obi-Wan's warm and rosy cheek, gently thumbing his cheekbone.

"You're hopeless."

"Never, Master, not when I have you."

Anakin's blue eyes were dark and intense, filled with so much love and passion that Obi-Wan's breath hitched as he stared into them. There was just something about Anakin's eyes that always put him in a trance as he automatically tied the obi into its proper knot. Without thinking, he leaned up to kiss Anakin gently on the lips and felt his lover's strong arms going around his waist, and he melted into the embrace. "And I have you."

They stood together for a minute, both lost in their stares, before Obi-Wan reluctantly stepped back and cleared his throat. "Let's head to the garden -- I don't think you'd want to miss out on the cherry blossom viewing. I believe the locals call it 'hanami'."

"Aw, kark. I was hoping I could kriff you while we have these on."

The scandalised look on Obi-Wan's face had Anakin bent over laughing. Obi-Wan walked out of the room first, grumbling to himself about his insatiable and very unromantic partner.

*****

The view from the windows was nothing compared to being in the garden. Obi-Wan felt utterly at peace as he and Anakin strolled down the well-trodden path. The views were breathtaking, and the falling cherry blossom petals made it seem like it was snowing.

"This place is so mesmerising," Obi-Wan whispered as he and Anakin approached the bridge. The river was very clear, with lily pads floating on the surface. There were rocks artistically scattered here and there, and a stone lantern sat nearby on the riverbank. Their zori made clicking noises on the bridge, which sounded soothing with the sound of the flowing river next to them. Obi-Wan stopped in the middle of the bridge to take in the cherry blossoms, and Anakin paused next to him. From the corner of his eye, he saw the younger man reach out his mechno arm and open up his hand to catch the falling petals.

Obi-Wan could sense his tranquillity through their bond. The fact that this place enthralled Anakin filled him with joy.

"It really is peaceful here," Anakin muttered softly. "I'd like to come back here someday with you."

"I agree. It would be nice to come here every year if our missions allowed it."

"Mmm. Think we can take these clothes with us?"

Obi-Wan blinked in confusion. "Sorry?"

Anakin shrugged, acting nonchalant, but Obi-Wan didn't miss the mischievous spark in his eyes. "You look awfully sexy in these robes, Master. They fit you much better than your Jedi outfits, and it'd be much easier to take off when we--"

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan hissed.

Anakin chortled, and he put his arm around Obi-Wan's shoulder. "Come on, Master. Let's go get some of those round treats on a stick. They look pretty tasty."

"Dango, dear one." Obi-Wan leaned into Anakin's warm body, and he allowed him to lead their way to the nearby teahouse on the other side of the river. He could feel the petals swirling around them as if they were blessing them both. He smiled softly and hoped they could return.

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51401725

[complementaryhalves]

chapter 2 of part 3 is live!

[anakinspraisekink]

Left Behind (Together): an Obikin TLOU AU

Rating: E

Warning: Graphic depictions of violence

Tags: Alternate Universe - The Last of Us Setting, Heavy Angst, Gun Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Post-Apocalypse, Clovis being a creep, the standard grief and trauma that comes with living in a post apocalyptic world, Blow Jobs, Praise Kink, Porn with Feelings, Hopeful Ending

Summary:

“You’re nice,” Anakin says softly, and Obi-Wan shakes his head.

“I’m not a good man,” he says.

“Then why’d you save me?” Anakin retorts. Obi-Wan doesn’t have an answer; all his flimsy reasonings—like, you would have told FEDRA—die on his tongue.

(Or, in which Obi-Wan is a weary smuggler in the Boston QZ who manages to find some hope again when he meets Anakin.)

Link:

[ircn-mvn]

What if 2 Obi-Wan swap universes?

One of them is canon Obi-Wan during the Clones War, except no Anidala and Anakin and him are closer, and getting closer, like sharing a bed for comfort type of close. Walking a dangerous line.

Obi-Wan 2 is from the Clones War era as well, except Anakin doesn't exist in his universe (or so we think) and Qui-Gon is alive... And one of their opp is Darth Vader (yes, raised a sith Anakin).

When they swap Obi-Wan 1 is disturbed by Anakin absence until he faces Vader and suddenly everything makes sens again and he will seduce Anakin back to the light to his side.

Obi-Wan 2 is realising his life has been missing something without this Anakin he just met... in his bed lol

[virahaus]

Two years after the end of the Clone Wars and the unmasking of Sidious' identity, Obi-Wan and Anakin are in what other people would call their 'honeymoon phase'. It would be better if they'd actually listened to Mace's advice and took a vacation months ago instead of thinking about it now, for the all the other Jedi peace of mind. After all, Obi-Wan (and half the jedi council) is about to discover what an half asleep, half horny Anakin is capable of to keep the attention of his Master on him all day long. Or, what happens when Anakin calls Obi-Wan 'daddy' in public and pretends to not know what he's doing.

Forgot to post this here!! The first chapter of my second fic for @topwan-obikin is up, and hopefully the second chapter will be done soon! I'm halfway done with it so,,, i will update soonish.

Hope you like it!! Let me know <33

Chapters: 1/2 - Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker - 1,835 wc

more info under the cut!

Fandom: Star Wars - All media types

Warnings: No Archive Warning Applies

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Kit Fisto, Jedi Characters (Star Wars)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Anakin Skywalker Doesn't Turn to the Dark Side, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, and cuddles because he overworks himself, but also needs, Pussy Spanking, Anakin Skywalker Has a Vagina, Boypussy, boypussy anakin skywalker, Post-Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker Are Not Togethera, nd never werecause anakin has a big…preference, Obi-Wan Kenobi Has a Big Dick, Daddy Kink, Anakin Skywalker Has a Praise Kink, Anakin Skywalker is a Tease, Brat Anakin Skywalker, Established Relationship, Top Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bottom Anakin Skywalker, Light Dom/sub, POV Obi-Wan Kenobi, dom obi-wan kenobi, Sexual Frustration, Sexual Fantasy, basically obi-wan thirsts about anakin all fic, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Spanking, this will be reach other filth levels if it wasn't understood, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Thirsty Obi-Wan Kenobi, Love Bites, Wall Sex & Doggy Style, Pet Names, Smitten Obi-Wan Kenobi, Smitten Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker Loves Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi Loves Anakin Skywalker, insufferably in love and making it everyone problem, Size Queen Anakin Skywalker, Fluff and Humor, Jedi Can Have Relationships (Star Wars)

[greyghoulclub]

obikin fic inspired by the movie baby driver!

[maiaspen]

Thank you @atlastriesisfuckingtaken! Atlas created the PERFECT companion art for my new story:

FOR ALL OF IT

Summary: ONESHOT. Weeks after fleeing to Tatooine with Luke, Obi-Wan visits the grave of Shmi Skywalker and apologizes to her. For all of it.

Read on ao3

[obi-nob-kenobi]

HIS MASTER

Written for @bottom-wan Bottoms Up Fic fest

Summary:

When they're planetside after long missions, Jedi Master Anakin leaves for the night to see his supposed wife. Padawan Obi-Wan hates that. Hates that he's with her when he's there ready to serve him at any time. So when his Master returns to their apartment for sleep, Obi-Wan takes matters into his own hands

tags: somnophilia, extremely dubious consent, role reversal, bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Top Anakin Skywalker, possessive behavior, creampie, jealousy (more tags on ao3)

Rated: E

Read on ao3 or click read more

Obi-Wan scrambles and pretends to be asleep when he hears the doors open to their temple apartment. The Force signature of his Master, the elusive Chosen One, is hard to ignore. His presence alone can wake any being, force sensitive or not, so Obi-Wan curls deeper into his bed, eyes shut as he tries to relax his mind and breathing. It’s hard to do when he just had his own fingers up his ass, legs spread and panting like an animal in heat just about to hit his climax.

His Master does not go to own his room immediately, and instead opens the door to Obi-Wan’s to check on him, like a parent to a child. Obi-wan seethes. He is an adult, still young, but the age of a senior padawan. Why does his Master check on him, when it was Him who snuck out of the temple for his affair?

Obi-Wan has no idea how no one else notices Anakin Skywalker’s relationship with Senator Amidala. He is always her assigned Jedi guard when she is planetside, has access to her Apartment as she has to the Temple, and is the biggest advocate for the Jedi among all senators. While it is good to have someone in the political sphere on their side, Obi-Wan knows much of her motivation comes from her relationship with his Master.

If he were caught, his Master would be expelled from the Order. Relationships and attachments are forbidden, rooted deep in the code both Anakin and Obi-Wan struggled to follow.

That was why they were assigned together. Obi-Wan, an innate with so much talent yet a temper to control. Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One, Hero with No Fear, putting danger before diplomacy. They balance each other out, learning to control their impulses and grow stronger together.

Only Obi-Wan’s feelings grew with that.

It isn't unheard for a Padawan to crush on their master at some point of their life, but for Obi-Wan his crush never subsides. It isn’t hard to fall for Anakin Skywalker, who looks at you like you hung the stars. Who uses touch as his love language, who understands the code and the Force are two separate entities that don’t necessarily align. Where he allows emotions to dance in the Force, rather than be released as the code entails. He is the only Master who truly understands him–so of course Obi-Wan fell in love.

And with love comes jealousy.

As far as Obi-Wan is aware, Master Skywalker and Senator Amidala had begun their secret relationship when he was newly knighted, ten years ago now. A long time to keep a relationship hidden, especially during times of peril. His Master must have been sacrificing sleep, to spend any little time he can away from the war and with his wife .

Obi-Wan takes a deep breath, calming himself. He has no right to be angry, or jealous, not when Senator Amidala had him before Obi-Wan was even assigned to him. In fact, his Master had encouraged Obi-Wan to seek relationships, especially during their time on Mandalore.

“The Duchess takes a liking to you.”

“I’ll leave you two alone.”

“You two would make a cute pair .”

Obi-Wan liked Satine, but his love for his Master is what ultimately ended their almost-relationship. He could not stand the idea of leaving his Master, even when he left him to sneak off with his wife.

Obi-Wan listens closely as his Master leaves to use the shared refresher. A quick shower, then he walks to his room,  closing the door with a mechanical woosh. He waits, listening into the Force for his Master’s breathing. In just a few moments, he’s deeply asleep.

Stepping out of bed, Obi-Wan tiptoes his way into his Master’s bedroom, biting his lips at the display before him. His Master only sleeps with a thin sheet over naked body, constantly running hot so any extra layers makes him sweat. His skin is still wet from the shower, and his chest rising with his sleeping breaths. Eyes cast downward, Obi-Wan can make out the outline of his cock, still soft, but noticeable.

What he’s about to do would be against not just the code, but all morality for living beings. But if Skywalker can break the code for his wife, why couldn’t his Padawan for his Master?

The first time he did it, Obi-Wan assigned himself to hard labor for a week, until his Master pulled him out and demanded to know the reason for his self punishment. To this day he could not tell him what he needed to be punished for, and while Anakin had let it go, Obi-Wan knew it would not be the only time.

As of tonight he could no longer help himself. They are finally on leave from almost three straight months out on the field, and his Master spends that time with her? Instead of his Padawan, whom he swore to train and take care of?

What can she do to satisfy him anyway, when Obi-Wan was right here, his obedient Padawan ready for his Master’s call. He probably satisfies him better too.

Still, Obi-Wan adds a layer of sleep suggestion through the Force. Let his Master fully rest and enjoy himself.

Once satisfied Anakin will not wake up, Obi-Wan strips himself of his own robes, allowing them to fall to the floor along with laundry Anakin refuses to pick up. Cooler in Anakin’s room, Obi-Wan feels his nipples perk with arousal and from the air. His Master’s nipples harden the same.

He removes the thin sheet to reveal his prize: a cock so big even with flaccid, and looking absolutely delicious for Obi-Wan to enjoy.

He crawls up to the bed, careful not to add too much weight, as he reaches out to take the dick in his hand. With a few simple strokes Master Skywalker’s cock twitched, filling to full hardness. How easy a simple touch can get him like this? He doubts his wife can get him hard this fast.

He has to expel the thoughts of the Senator away, especially if he wants to enjoy this. Pushing his braid behind his ear, Obi-Wan leans in with a soft lick to the head of his shaft. He hums at the taste of his lips and dives in, sucking lightly at the slit to take more of his precome out. Salty and heavy on his tongue, Obi-Wan can not get enough of him, taking his sweet time licking and humming around his cock.

Master Skywalker shifts slightly in his sleep, but keeps his legs perfectly spread for Obi-Wan to continue. Hollowing his cheeks he takes more of him in, swallowing as much as he can but Master Skywalker is larger than most. He has yet to figure out how to take him to the base, as tears pool in his eyes from the stretch. The cock twitches in his mouth, spilling more precome into his throat.

Obi-wan pulls off, drool sliding down his chin. With two fingers he wipes his lips and brings them down to his own, puffy hole. While waiting for his Master to return, Obi-Wan decided to play with himself, fantasizing he would be caught, and maybe punished for such lewd acts.

Maybe, if he removes the sleep suggestion, that can still happen.

But no, he isn’t going to risk a rejection. So he pushes his fingers in, sighing contently at the intrusion. He looks at his Master’s exposed hand that lays on his chest, and wonders how much deeper can he reach? Will he tease Obi-Wan, splitting him open on his fingers and abusing his prostate?

He keeps these thoughts about his Master while grinding down on his thigh. This is already better than before, when he was alone in his room and only had the lingering scent of his Master's stolen tunic to tide him over. Every part of his master’s body is strong and firm, perfect for Obi-Wan to use for his own pleasure.

A low moan from Anakin forces Obi-Wan to stop. Holding his breath, he waits for his Master to throw him off for his indecency, and is instead met with a low mumble about a droid part.

His Master is so silly. Even in his dreams he thinks of fixing droids and speeders. Is that all he dreams of?

If Obi-Wan was much more skilled, he could tap into their training bond and see for himself. But he’s already risking pulling him into a deeper slumber, no need to poke and prod where his Master may notice.

Speaking of poking.

Anakin’s cock is still hard and leaking, as Obi-Wan’s hole is empty. He cannot wait longer. So he swings his legs over his Master’s crotch, aligning himself and slowly sinks down.

He bites his lip and tastes copper. The stretch always burns and quickly turns to pleasure. His whole body warms at the intrusion, and he takes him all, inch by inch until he’s seated in his rightful place.

Obi-Wan shivers, one hand gripping the base of his own cock to stop him from coming, the other touching his hardened nipples just to tease and drive himself insane. This is why he knows they are meant to be. He can take his master’s fat cock in just one go.

Not wanting to waste his efforts, Obi-Wan begins bouncing on his cock, taking in all the pleasure for himself. Each stretch, each time his cockhead hits Obi-Wan’s sweet spot he lets himself cry out just a little louder, wanting Anakin to somehow hear just how well he is pleasuring him.

He lets himself imagine what if his master were to finally wake up? To find his cock so deep inside his Padawan: he’d be mortified, livid, and he’d probably fuck Obi-Wan on his back until he cries as punishment, and Obi-Wan would take it. He will take anything his Master gives him.

But for now he takes it all for himself, pretending it is Anakin’s hands pinching his nipples and calling him a good boy. His own thrust becomes uncoordinated as the pressure builds, and when he imagines Anakin’s thunderous blue eyes, staring at him like he is the only person in the world, he finally comes.

He spills all over Anakin’s chest, some even hitting his lower chin. Obi-Wan covers his mouth to muffle his moans, though he quickly panics when he sees just how dirty he made his master. Anakin breathes deep, but doesn’t wake, nor does he come in his sleep.

He never does, and Obi-Wan knows it’s because he’s too fast, his body just so sensitive that anything inside him will finish him.

So with regret he raises himself, moaning at the loss of the perfect cock in his ass. He works quickly and gently to clean his master, and haphazardly takes his robes from the floor before slipping out.

Back in the safety of his room is when Obi-Wan finally allows himself to breathe, to feel. And now he feels disgusting. He couldn't control himself again, selfishly taking his Master in his sleep just to feel an ounce of what his wife gets every time he sees her. By morning Anakin will wake up and go over Obi-Wan’s padawan learner routine, reading over his progress for his classes and field reports. Obi-Wan will listen, say ‘yes master’, and pretend he is fine with just being his Padawan.

Not bothering to clean himself up, Obi-Wan slips back into bed, bundled in his blankets as he lets himself cry over what he will never have.

“Obi-Wan, wake up Padawan.”

Obi-Wan thinks to swat away the intruder in his room. He is never a morning person, and to be rudely awakened will only add to his irritable mood. But a low chuckle forces his eyes open when he realizes it's his Master, the only person who has access to his room.

He pops his head out from the covers, mouth agape to see Anakin shirtless, in nothing but his boxers from the night before. When he takes a look out his window, it is still just as dark. Maybe he was only asleep for an hour or so.

Or maybe this is still a dream. Anakin has never gone into his room before.

His Master’s hand gently brushes through his hair. It relaxes Obi-Wan, who is already closing his eyes when he asks, “Master? Is something wrong?”

Anakin’s hand leaves his scalp, down to his braid right by his ear. Anakin touches the ends, and brings it to his lips. A dream then. Something Obi-Wan has imagined for so long.

“You were crying. I heard you through the force.”

Obi-Wan blinks, feeling the gross crusted tears in his eyes. He tries to rub them, make himself presentable. “Sorry Master, bad dream.”

“Bad dream? Or is my Padawan frustrated? You cry when you’re frustrated.”

His voice is lower than normal, almost a whisper that still drips with lust. Obi-Wan wants to believe he is still dreaming, but it is a dream that feels too real. He reaches out, taking Anakin's hand in his.

“I…”

“What made you so fussy tonight, hm? When I came home you were asleep, or I thought you were.”

He isn’t even allowed a moment of comfort, knowing where his Master is heading to. Obi-Wan tries to sit up, an apology already on his lips when his Master holds him down, one firm hand on his shoulder, the other still twirling his Padawan braid.

“How do you think I feel? I wake up and I’m alone, cock still wet and hard yet no one to take care of me.”

“M-Master…I…I thought–”

Of all the times Obi-Wan has done this, why now ? What has changed?

His Master's intense gaze counters his smile, still so warm. “You thought I wanted to wake up unsatisfied, while you take your fill? My Padawan, I did not teach you to be this selfish.”

He twirls the end of his braid around his finger, and pulls, hard. The soft moan Obi-Wan accidently lets out doesn’t go unnoticed. Anakin laughs, leaning down so his lips just brushed against Obi-Wan’s. “Well, maybe I did. To take your love, I mean. So you didn’t with the Duchess, instead you saved yourself for me.”

With a shuddered breath, Obi-Wan tries to seal a kiss, only for his Master to pull away. The irritable feeling returns. Of course his Master is teasing him, probably torturing him as punishment for Obi-Wan’s own misdeeds. Why would he touch his Padawan, when he has a lovely wife to return to?

“You are cruel, Master.” He says.

“Me, cruel? Says the Padawan who sneaks into my room and puts me in a slumber to take advantage of me. Do you know what that’s called?”

He does, and he’s more disgusted with himself that he doesn’t see it as a problem, not when it comes to his Master.

“So will you tell the council? Have me arrested, banished?”

His Master’s expression is clear as day, confused by the suggestion. It confuses Obi-Wan further. “Why would I say anything? How do I explain to the council that I want my Padawan to take me while I’m awake .”

Anakin’s hand tilts Obi-Wan’s chin, forcing them to hold eye contact. Forced to see his Master’s intensity, all directed at him. He isn’t lying, he can tell through his voice and their bond that’s thrumming oddly.  

“How did,” Obi-Wan asks, too curious for his own good. “How did you know?”

“I didn’t, at first.” Anakin admits, “I thought I was just having the sweetest dreams. But then it happened again, and again, and my dreams are rarely like that.”

His Master was prone to night terrors and horrid visions. It was in his sleep that saw his mother’s untimely demise, that predicted a war that long rages on. On good nights he dreams of nothing, he once said. So of course he'd find a pleasurable dream suspicious. Obi-Wan blushes at his mistake.

“I will give you credit, you’re doing very well with your force suggestions. But I don’t think it’s necessary anymore.”

He preens at his Master’s praises. All he wants to do is impress him. “Thank you, Master.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Padawan. I’m still punishing you for your actions.”

Obi-Wan bristles with excitement, knowing even though he used the word punishment, it will be enjoyable for both of them. Not one of disciplinary, but out of lust.

“What will you have me do?”

Anakin taps his cheek, pretending to think about it. “I will spank you, over my lap.”

Without much fanfare, Obi-Wan scrambles into position, draping himself over his master’s lap with his lower half completely bare and wet. Anakin laughs, one hand resting on his bottom, the other stroking his hair.

“See, I knew my Padawan can be good.”

And that is his only warning when the right mecho-hand of his Master slaps his bare ass. Obi-Wan doesn’t try to hide his moans, relinquishing the pain that quickly turns to ecstasy at each contact. He isn’t asked to count, but after the sixth, or eighth, he loses track and simply slips.

His cock hardens again, rubbing obscenely against his Master’s leg. He comes, untouched, and Anakin pauses for a moment, surely feeling it hit his thigh. “My naughty little Padawan, coming so soon when I have yet to do so?”

“Sorry Master,” He tries, turning to him with glistening eyes and swollen lips from biting down.

Anakin clicks his tongue. “How many more times can your body take?”

A lot, Obi-Wan has come to realize over the years masturbating to his Master’s dirty laundry. “See for yourself.” He says instead and wiggles his ass.

Durasteel fingers squeeze him tight, then his cheeks are spread so his Master could see his hole, still wet from just hours before. Spit drips into his hole, then shoves inside with cold fingers. Obi-Wan shudders and takes it all in, happy to even have a bit of his Master inside him. His fingers are just as he imaged, thicker and longer to reach all his sensitive parts.

“Naughty boy. Next time I will prepare you. Only me.”

“Yes, yes, only you Master.” Obi-Wan promises as he’s thoroughly stretched and teased. He wants his Master to always take care of him, just as he will do in return. He will do anything for his Master.

A hand slides under him, right where his sensitive cock and Anakin’s thigh meet. Then fingers are shoved into his mouth, tasting his own salty spend. Obi-Wan sucks greedily, cleaning his master’s fingers and proving just how good he is if it was a cock instead.

“Where did you learn all this, my sweet Padawan?” His Master asks as he pulls out of his mouth.

“HoloNet is free, Master.”

“Share, next time.” With another slap, Obi-Wan crawls onto his bed and gets into position, rolling on his back with his legs spread wide and inviting. He licks his lips and looks up at his Master, shining his eyes blue and wide, innocent almost.

“Please, Master?”

Anakin takes no hesitation sliding inside his wet hole. Obi-Wan bites his lips from the stretch: even with so much preparation his Master’s cock was still so big, pushing further and further until he’s fully inside. Obi-Wan feels himself shake, excited as a bundle of nerves. He’s had his Master’s cock many times, but now, for the first time, he’s awake. And he’s an animal.

Obi-Wan babbles incoherently as Anakin claws into his hips and moves, each thrust erratic and powerful just as he is in battle. He whines at the loss, then screams when it’s back in him. He loves it, he loves being filled over and over, and most of all, he loves his Master won’t let him go.

He senses his Master’s pleasure through their bond, just as excited to claim his body. He gives no chance for Obi-Wan to catch his breath, using him just as Obi-Wan has been using him.

“Master, Master,” Obi-Wan cries, holding Anakin close so that their foreheads touch. “Please come inside me!”

“Do you deserve it, naughty Padawan?” His voice is teasing, but a part of him wonders if his Master will truly deny him.

“No, but you want to.” He says instead, tightening around his cock, “You know you want me to be yours forever, Master.”

Anakin growls, hips still unrelenting as he pulls Obi-Wan into a kiss that’s more teeth than lips. Obi-Wan moans, loving every bit of rough treatment so long as it brings them both over the edge. And it does as Anakin’s movements falter, slamming deep into him and filling him with come.

Their kisses become gentler as Anakin pumps him full. Lips and tongue slide, tasting some blood, as their bond illuminates together.

When his legs tire from being spread Anakin finally slips out, and Obi-Wan feels his Master’s spend drip down his thighs and dirtying his bedding. But it’s a feeling Obi-Wan basks in, now properly debauched, properly claimed.

Anakin rolls onto his back, taking Obi-Wan with him so that his Padawan is on top. He kisses Obi-Wan’s forehead and strokes his hair. His hand curls around his braid, and brings the end of it to his lip for another kiss.

“Now, Padawan, what have we learned tonight?”

Obi-Wan’s glad he’s not facing his master, because he rolls his eyes when he says, “To never use the Force for my own selfish needs?”

“Wrong,” Anakin hums, grabbing Obi-Wan’s ass with intent to leave more bruises, “Wake me up, so I can enjoy you too.”

“Yes Master,” Obi-Wan moans as two fingers slip into him, exactly where they belong.

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Home for the Holidays | Oneshot Fluffy Modern AU Military Obikin | Rating: G | Words: 2,500

Summary: Anakin is deployed, and to his and his family's disappointment, he will not be home for the holidays.  But then that changes, and Anakin decides to surprise his family with his unannounced return.

Artwork is by the amazing @kana7o.  The military in this ficlet is based on the US Army.  Many thanks to @veloursdor for betaing!  Happy holidays to you all!

Captain Anakin Skywalker did everything he could to keep his face stoic as he took in what Lieutenant General Mace Windu just told him.

"So my leave for the holidays is cancelled, sir?" Anakin gritted out as respectfully as possible, despite the anger boiling inside of him.

"Yes. We need you to oversee the training for your company," Mace explained with a raised eyebrow.

"Roger that, sir." Mace dismissed him, and Anakin saluted and left the briefing room without looking back.

Once in his office, he stopped in front of his desk, putting both hands on top of it as he leaned over and let out a deep breath. He stared at the photo of his family, took in their smiling faces, and wished nothing more than to be with them.

A knock broke through his reverie. Still leaning on his desk, he let them in.

"Enter."

The door opened, and Anakin turned his head to see Rex Fett standing in the doorway and saluting. "Sergeant Fett reporting, sir."

"At ease, Sergeant," Anakin commanded. "Everything is all right. Looks like you'll be stuck with me for the holidays."

"Oh." Rex relaxed his posture as he gave him an understanding look. "I am sorry to hear that, sir. I know you were looking forward to going home."

Anakin let out a small sigh. "Yes . . . and now I have to let my family know."

"That is never easy," Rex said gently. "Please let me know if you need anything."

"Will do, Sergeant. Thanks and dismissed."

Rex left his office with another salute, and Anakin turned around and walked over to his window to stare outside at the Tatooinian desert. The sun was at its peak, making Anakin feel the heat despite the air conditioning inside powered at full blast. He glared at the sand -- he kriffing hated sand and everything about this deployment. Even though they were fighting against the Hutts, whom he hated even more than he hated sand, he hoped that what they were doing would bring peace to his home country. Yet what he really wanted to see outside his windows were the Alderaanian trees and greeneries, the rolling hills near the mountainside, the beautiful blue rivers and lakes . . .

But most importantly, what he wanted most was to see and be with his family once more. He missed Obi-Wan and their nine-year-old twins, Luke and Leia, so much. He'd been looking forward to the holidays -- he'd had all their gifts ready and wrapped in his luggage -- but now he'd be staying deployed, away from them. Even though he wouldn't be alone, as he would be accompanied by his men -- the 501st Company was the best he could have hoped to command -- he still wished to return home.

Later that night, he'd have to break the unfortunate news to his family, and he was not looking forward to that one bit.

*****

"Hi, Daddy!" Luke and Leia exclaimed, their faces increasing in size on the screen of his tablet, both giving him wide grins.

Seeing his two children softened his disappointment a bit as he took in their happiness. "Hello, munchkins! Snatched the tablet from Papa again?"

"We did no such thing, Daddy," Leia said indignantly. We were both playing Sweet Sagas when you called."

"Yeah! We are up to level 369 now!" Luke chimed in, and Anakin could feel his son's eyes on him, studying him.

Ah, nothing gets past him.

Luke turned around and called, "Papa, come here."

Obi-Wan came into the frame, and Anakin stared at his handsome face, whose grey-blue eyes were happy yet carried a hint of exhaustion. His fingers twitched and clenched into fists as he forced down the urge to reach out and touch Obi-Wan's bearded cheek. He wanted to wrap his arms around Obi-Wan's waist and bury his face on his husband's chest, their children sandwiched in their hug as they all lay in front of their fireplace to enjoy the warmth and togetherness, while they listened to holiday music from Dotify.

Anakin swallowed hard, knowing he had to tell his family the truth sooner rather than later.

"Hello, my loves. I'm afraid I've got some bad news." He watched all of their cheery expressions drop, and he had never hated himself more than in that moment. "I will not be coming home during the holidays. My leave got cancelled."

All three of them reacted differently. Leia gasped loudly as she frowned deeply, while Luke pouted as he remained silent. For his part, Obi-Wan just closed his eyes and breathed in deeply several times.

It was Leia who said, "Who cancelled it, Daddy? Can I go and beat them up?!"

Anakin laughed at her determination, despite the threat it carried. Leia was always serious when making such statements. "Well, honey, it was General Windu who told me about the cancellation."

"Oh." Leia's shoulders slumped in disappointment. "I guess I cannot beat him up. Probably a bad idea to beat up your superior."

"Yes, please don't do that, for all of our sakes," Obi-Wan said dryly.

There was another round of silence before Luke broke it. "Then when will you come home, Daddy?"

Anakin's heart sank as he responded, "I hope soon, buddy"

"Maybe Papa can talk to General Windu? He's got pretty good negotiating skills," Leia suggested, a hopeful glint appearing in her eye.

Obi-Wan let out a soft chuckle. "Sweetheart, I don't think that will work quite as you think. I'm not in the military -- I'm just a university professor."

"But Daddy says you got the best negotiating skills!" Luke interjected next, his stubbornness mirroring Leia's. "Even Uncle Bail says you should have become a politician."

"I see Uncle Bail has been telling lies about me. Again."

The twins giggled and started a discussion about whether their papa was a better professor or a politician. With the twins distracted, Anakin took the time to talk to Obi-Wan. "I'm sorry, darling . . . I really thought I'd be going home in a few weeks."

"Oh, my dear one, it is not your fault," Obi-Wan insisted, though his eyes looked sadder than before. "Just please stay safe and come back to us when you can. That is all I ask of you."

Anakin smiled fondly. "I love you -- I love you all so much."

"I love you, too, my dearest. We all do." Obi-Wan made their love hand signal and told the twins to say goodbye. "We will talk to you soon."

Anakin returned the hand signal and said one more time, "I love you all. I will call you all again soon!"

*****

"Sir? Is my leave truly approved?" Anakin's mouth dropped open at Mace's announcement, confused but excited at the unexpected news.

"Hard of hearing now, Captain?" Mace teased with a slight smirk. "If you want to stay here, feel free."

"No, sir!"

"Then dismissed. Just make sure you brief Captain Veld on the training plans before you leave. Happy holidays to you, Captain Skywalker."

"Sir!" Anakin saluted and left as calmly as possible. Once he was in the hallway, he pumped his fist while he cheered loudly in his mind. He grinned like a maniac and returned to his office so he could arrange his travel plans back home and work on his briefing for Tru.

When he finished both, he called Rex to his office. Once his second-in-command arrived, Anakin handed him a copy of his flight itinerary. "Here, just so you know where I'll be, what flight I'll be on . . . "

"Very good, sir. Did you tell your family?"

"No, I'm going to surprise them."

"Understood," Rex said, looking over the itinerary before grinning at him. "Well, sir, I wish you a wonderful holiday. And if you could bring back some of those cookies your husband bake, that'd be great. Corporal Fives will not shut up about them."

Anakin laughed. "Obi-Wan will be happy to hear that as those are really the only things he can make. And I had no idea Corporal Fives loved my husband's cookies that much."

"They were quite tasty."

"Sergeant, tell our men that I'll bring back five pounds," Anakin said, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Looking forward to it, sir!"

"And happy holidays to you, Sergeant."

*****

Anakin stared blankly out the window of the airport. His connecting flight in Mandalore was delayed. It had already been four hours since his arrival, and the last he had heard was that it may take another four hours until they departed.

Kriffing hell. Just my luck for the flight to get delayed for who knows what reasons!

His trip had started off well. He double-checked that everyone's gifts were packed, and his taxi driver was a friendly gentleman who used to also serve in the military, so they had a nice chat. He'd even been able to get some good Alderaanian wine at the lounge, which he enjoyed sipping as he waited to board his flight back home.

But it was the second leg of his trip that was turning into a nightmare, with everything going from bad to worse. All the waiting around in the airport made him edgy. He could finally understand why some people were absolute grouches in an airport, as he was certainly turning into one.

He picked up his tablet and thought about contacting his family -- surprise be damned -- just so he could hear them and see them to ease his stress. Even if they couldn't help with his situation, they would at least help the time go by faster. He wasn't sure he could stomach another movie, game, or even another cup of coffee as he waited for news on his flight.

No, no, no. Come on, Skywalker -- just hang in there and surprise them. That's what you want.

Putting his tablet down and leaning back in the uncomfortable airport chair, Anakin allowed his mind to drift as he thought about surprising his family.

He imagined quietly entering their home around breakfast time. Obi-Wan would have made them a simple breakfast of toast and eggs, with orange juice for Leia, apple juice for Luke, and a cup of darjeeling for himself. While they ate, Anakin would enter the room, and they would all stop what they were doing in stunned silence.

Then the chaos would start, with Luke and Leia shouting with joy, running around him in circles, as they demanded hugs and kisses -- hopefully without them knocking over their plates or cups. He would happily oblige them, giving them hundreds of kisses as he hugged them both with all the love he had for them. And after satisfying the twins, he would then grab Obi-Wan and pull him into a deep kiss, uncaring that the twins were simultaneously saying "ewww" and "awww" at watching their parents kiss.

Anakin smiled to himself as he imagined the rest of their holidays together. He ached to be with them, but he was completely at the mercy of the airlines and their frustrating delays.

Soon, Skywalker. Soon, you'll be home.

Anakin picked up his tablet and looked for a military history book to read, hoping he could concentrate on strategies and tactics, hoping the words would distract him from thinking about the miserable delay.

*****

Anakin was -- as Private Echo would say -- so over it. The delay ended up being ten hours long, and all he wanted to do was go home, change out of his uniform, and take a long shower, preferably with Obi-Wan. Then he'd sleep for about twenty hours -- most likely less, since Obi-Wan can only do so much in holding the twins back from entering their room -- and then he'd finally get to spend time with his family as a refreshed, well-rested father rather than as The Thing from Dagobah's swamp that he currently was.

"Kriffing hell," he muttered as he saw the long line at immigration. It was the holiday passenger traffic at its finest, and Anakin had to reach deep inside of him for his last reserve of patience.

He trudged through immigration, dragged himself through customs, and tapped his foot impatiently at the baggage claims. With everything finally done, all he had left to do was ride the escalator down to the ground floor, where he could get into a taxi and head home. With his eyes half-closed, he wearily stepped onto the escalator as it slowly took him down. Halfway down, however, his eyes sprang open as he heard a familiar, "Daddy!" shouted in his direction.

He frantically looked around and his eyes zoned in on the spot where his family stood, and he himself nearly toppled over the escalator. "Karking Hutts' spit," he said to himself softly. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, thinking he might have been dreaming, but no, his eyes and mind were not deceiving him.

Luke and Leia were standing in front of Obi-Wan, both holding onto a very wide sign that read, "Welcome home, Daddy!!!", accompanied with colourful marker art and scribbles. There was nobody in front of him, so with a rush of adrenaline, Anakin hurried down the escalator, not caring that his luggage banged on his knees and hips. When he reached the bottom, he sprinted towards his family, and Luke and Leia dropped their sign and they both ran towards him, with Obi-Wan following them with ease, a fond smile on his handsome face.

When he was within arm-reach of them, he dropped his luggage and fell to his knees as he welcomed the twins into his embrace. All three were crying, with Luke and Leia burying their faces into his chest, and Anakin kissed and rubbed his cheeks on their heads. Then he felt another warm pair of arms enveloping him, and he looked up to see Obi-Wan, who was also teary-eyed, leaning over and giving him a long and deep kiss.

When they broke the kiss, Anakin whispered in awe and happiness, "How? I was going to surprise you all . . . "

"It was Sergeant Fett, Daddy!" Leia proclaimed, giving him a teary grin.

"Yeah! He wanted us to surprise you!" Luke said into Anakin's chest, content to stay there.

" . . . And now he owes me 500 push-ups."

"Oh, my dear one," Obi-Wan said, giving him another kiss on the cheek. "Don't be a scrooge and just let this slide."

Anakin gave his husband a very warm smile and he nuzzled his nose against Obi-Wan's nose. "Fine, fine. But you owe my men, Corporal Fives especially, five pounds of your cookies."

All four of them burst out laughing, and they all hugged again. Anakin was home, even if it was only temporarily, and his heart was filled with so much love and joy. They were going to have a great holiday together, and he looked forward to everything they would do.

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51846994

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