#obikin fanfiction

[topwan-obikin]

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Darling Little Lamb… by Anonymous

A subtly accented voice broke his reverie. “Little lamb, are you lost?” He placed his hand around the pistol on his hip and the stake on his thigh holster as he scanned the room. Beside the fireplace stood a haunting vision of a man with reddish hair and a beard aflame with the light of the fire. Shimmering red eyes glowed and crinkled at him as his mouth curled in a seductive smile that showed a glimpse of beautiful white fangs

Obi-Wan (Anakin's Version) by Anonymous

When a holocron accident causes Obi-Wan to de-age, Anakin finds himself enraptured (and very frustrated) by this version of his Master who’s not always able to keep his emotions in check––especially when it comes to Anakin.

as the world caves in by Anonymous

from: askywalker.jedi.cor to: okenobi.jedi.cor <if we were the last two people in the galaxy, would you repopulate it with me?>

[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.

[jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets]

Always be my Master

Soooo!!!!! Since the author reveals are up for the @topwan-obikin fest I can post the fics that I have (so far) submitted for the fest! This is the first one, I hope you enjoy it, you can also find it HERE on AO3. Fandom: Star Wars Rating: Mature Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary: Anakin has just been knighted, and both he and Obi-Wan are having a hard time with what that could mean for them. Neither of them are looking forward to the distance that could be put between them once they start taking on separate missions from the Council, but Anakin has a little something planned to hopefully help Obi-Wan feel a bit better about the situation.

*** MY WORK IS NOT TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER SITE WITHOUT MY EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION. THOUGH REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE SUPER LOVED AND APPRECIATED! THANKS FAM!***

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     The knighting ceremony went off without a hitch, thank the Force. Obi-Wan wasn't sure his already shattered nerves could have taken anything less than perfection. Anakin did splendidly, as Obi-Wan had known he would, and now stood before him as an official Jedi Knight, no longer a Padawan, no longer his charge. And now that it was over, Obi-Wan felt not only the sense of pride he knew he would, but also a small amount of loss. He had been Anakin’s master for so long now, he couldn't imagine being anything less, just another Jedi beside him. He wasn't sure he knew life outside of Anakin anymore. 

     Anakin was feeling much of the same. Of course he had been thrilled to finally be knighted, but he was also worried that it meant he would be seeing less of Obi-Wan than he usually did. Now that he was knighted it meant separate missions, being on planets in different systems. It could mean weeks apart from Obi-Wan, or months, even… years. The woe outweighed the joy of the ceremony, and the pit in his stomach continued to grow, he hated it. But as much as he knew he was dreading the change and the possible, more likely imminent, parting from Obi-Wan on Council missions, Anakin knew his former master was taking it a slight bit harder. 

     Despite Obi-Wan trying his hardest over the days leading up to the ceremony to keep the bond closed, Anakin was able to catch a few quick glimpses of his feelings. Most of which were the same as Anakin’s, though even more so. He too was worried about what would become of them after they were no longer connected as Master and Padawan, and he was more and more anxious as the day grew closer and closer. Anakin could tell Obi-Wan was taking the whole thing even harder than he was, but he was doing a great job if not letting it show outside the bond.

     Through the entire ceremony Obi-Wan had been the epitome of calm. He stood and watched as Anakin was knighted, smiled proudly when his braid was cut. Even now as they walked side by side back to their chambers, he still remained as serene as he always was, but Anakin could still feel the faintest buzz of welling chaos slipping through the bond. 

     When they stepped inside their shared chambers and were standing outside their room doors, the air between them became charged, and Anakin was suddenly nervous. He’d honestly been more excited for this moment than he had been for his knighting ceremony. His hand fiddled with the small box he’d tucked into his robe pocket just before the ceremony, his fingers ran nervously over the clasp keeping the box shut. Anakin had gone out and bought it the day he found out the date if his ceremony, he'd had to sneak away from Obi-Wan and his insistence on a training session to get it, but he wanted to wait until after the ceremony to give it to his former Master and he wanted to do it when they were alone. Now was the perfect time.

     "Obi-Wan, I-"

     "Congratulations, Anakin," Obi-wan stopped him short, a smile plastered on his face, though Anakin could tell it was forced, "I want you to know I am very proud of you. You've worked hard to get here, and you deserve every bit of recognition for your efforts. I know you will do well as a Knight under the Order. And know should you ever need me, I will always be here for you. Good night, Anakin."

     And without so much as a second glance Obi-Wan turned, walked into his room, and closed the door behind him. 

     Anakin wasn't at all surprised by Obi-Wan’s elusive behaviour, he'd seen it coming over the weeks. He knew it was just Obi-Wan’s typical and ever predictable nature, the 'push you away before I end up hurt' phase that he had seen one too many times from his Master. Especially since the death of Qui-Gon. But Anakin was not going to sit idly by and let Obi-Wan force him out of his life, in fact, he actually had quite the opposite plan.

     He gave Obi-Wan a few more moments of peace before he knocked on his door. Obi-Wan opened it with a confused look as he had only been with Anakin just a few moments before.

     "Anakin?" He said, brow raised. "Aren't you going out with the other Padawan’s to celebrate your knighting?"

     "I am," he nodded, "but not tonight. A few of the others aren't being knighted for a few more days, so we're all going out next week to celebrate everyone at once."

     Obi-Wan’s mouth opened in a silent 'ah' before he asked, "And why are you here then? Is something wrong?"

     "No, nothing's wrong, I uh…" Anakin chuckled slightly, pulled the black box from his pocket and held it out toward Obi-Wan. "I got you something."

     "Oh, Anakin, you didn't-"

    "I wanted to," he stopped his protests, another thing Anakin had predicted his Master would do. But he held strong and pushed the box closer to Obi-wan, "please take it."

     Obi-Wan sighed but eventually did take the box, and Anakin waited, quite impatiently, for Obi-Wan to open it. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened when he saw what rested inside. A simple gold chain with a medallion attached, on the surface of which was carved in a beautifully intricate pattern of swirls.

     "Anakin…" Obi-Wan breathed as his fingers gently caressed the medallion.

     "Look, I know Jedi aren't supposed to have attachments and possessions," he began, "but I could tell you were having as much of a hard time as I am letting go of the whole Master and Padawan thing, so I wanted to give you something to thank you for everything you've done for me over the years we've been together. I know it’s not much, but I made sure the chain is long enough that if you decide to wear it, no one will be able to see it under your clothes, and only I will know it's there. Our secret. If you want to wear it, that is."

     "Of course I'll wear it, Anakin." Obi-Wan was breathless at this point, completely reeling from not only the gift, but also the thought Anakin had clearly put into it. "This is so very thoughtful of you, and I shall cherish it always. Thank you, my Pa-Anakin."

     Anakin smirked at the slip and replied, "You're welcome, Master," he accentuated the title he still fully intended to use, "and good night, I'm glad you like it."

     With a quick bow to Obi-Wan, Anakin turned and walked into his own room across the hall. As soon as Anakin was behind his closed door, Obi-Wan took the medallion from the box and lifted the chain over his head, settling the medallion in the center of his chest, close to his heart.

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     The days following the ceremony were riddled with even more anxiety, from both Anakin and Obi-wan in equal parts. Anakin was awaiting his first call to a mission, knowing that it would be his first time since a youngling separated from Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan was racked with just as much worry about it as Anakin was. Between the two of them there couldn't possibly be a bigger mess in the entire galaxy. 

     They sat through endless and boring Council meetings, the entire time just waiting for the Council to make up their minds on what their next move would be. And though Obi-Wan’s undivided attention was on the meeting and its contents, Anakin's attention throughout every meeting was on the way Obi-Wan’s hands never seemed to leave the spot over his chest where Anakin's medallion rested beneath his robes. Through each and every meeting Anakin watched Obi-Wan with lust filled eyes as he seemed to cling to the medallion like a lifeline. Each time the Council started up talks again about which Jedi to send out on missions, Obi-Wan’s hand flew to the necklace beneath the robes. If they even so much as mentioned Anakin's name or looked in his direction, Obi-Wan clutched it in a fistful of fabric. Even if Anakin was nowhere near a part of any conversation, Obi-Wan’s fingers still grazed it lightly, his eyes closing and his breathing evening out, like the necklace was a way to calm his every woe. Anakin even felt the change in Obi-Wan through the bond each time he touched it, and in a way it helped to calm Anakin too.

     On the fourth day after his knighting ceremony, and probably the twentieth Council meeting, Anakin could no longer contain his pent up energy. So he suggested a sparring session, he figured they could both use the release. And that's how they ended up in a private area of the Temple, just the two of them, lightsabers flying in every direction while they mercilessly attacked each other. 

     The sparring went on for a while, both of them having more vigor then they had thought, until they were both dripping sweat and heaving breaths. Obi-Wan, completely exhausted, turned away from Anakin for a moment, just long enough to remove his shirt from his glistening body. Anakin watched with hungry eyes as the medallion came into view while Obi-Wan wiped the beading sweat from his face. He could feel himself becoming excited at the mere sight of it around Obi-Wan’s neck, stuck to his toned chest in a pool of sweat. A claim that no one else knew was there, except him. A piece of himself that would always be with Obi-Wan no matter where the two of them were, and Obi-Wan had not only accepted the gift but was wearing it proudly and had already become dependent on it. It was enough to make Anakin's knees weak.

     “Anakin?” He jolted, quickly lifting his eyes away from Obi-Wan’s chest and up to his eyes. “What day are you supposed to go out to celebrate with the other knighted Padawans?”

     “Tonight, actually,” he answered and took a few steps toward Obi-Wan, though still a bit wobbly, “once we are done here I'll have to get ready quickly so I can meet everyone on time. Why?”

     “Master Yoda informed me earlier that you will be getting your first orders tomorrow.” Anakin's brows raised. He was excited though nervous, and a bit shocked that Obi-Wan seemed to be as serene as he was about it. “I am only glad your first mission will not interfere with your celebrations, you've certainly earned the night out.”

     He nodded. “Do you know what my orders will be?”

     “A simple matter of diplomacy, nothing to worry about,” he said, his hand coming up to once again toy with the medallion around his neck. It was enough to have Anakin biting his lip to try and keep his composure. “And I will be joining you on the mission. Not as your Master, of course, but the Council feels that we work best when we are together.”

     “Well, they aren't wrong,” Anakin smiled and breathed a soft sigh of relief, “and see, Master, I told you that you wouldn't be getting rid of me so easily.”

     “And when exactly did you tell me this?” He asked, an amused lilt to his tone. “You can't say ‘I told you so’ if you haven't actually told me so.”

     Anakin just smirked, walked closer, and touched the tip of his finger against the medallion still between Obi-Wan’s fingers. “You haven't opened it yet, have you, Master?”

     “Opened it?” He looked down, fiddling even more with it. “I didn't know it opened.”

     “It opens.” Anakin stated simply before heading toward the door, but then turned back just before he reached it. “Really, Master, must I walk you through everything like a youngling?”

     Obi-Wan tilted his head fondly as he watched Anakin leave, and once he was out of sight he turned his attention back to the medallion. He rolled it gently between his fingers while he examined its edges, and then he saw it, the barely visible groove. He popped it open and turned it toward him in a snap, and he nearly dropped it when he saw what was inside.

     On both sides of the medallion was an inscription. To most people it would look like a bunch of scribbles, but Obi-Wan recognized it instantly as Huttese. It was one of the main languages used on Anakin's home planet, so when he had come into Obi-Wan’s care as a boy he was fluent. Obi-Wan remembered very clearly having one hell of a time trying to break Anakin of the habit of writing everything in Huttese when he was still a youngling in his training classes, instead of using standard. But recently Anakin had taken it up again and had been teaching Obi-Wan, so thankfully he was able to both recognize and read the inscriptions, which is why his breath hitched the second he opened it.

     The left side was engraved with the date of Anakin's knighting ceremony, but the engraving on the right was what really made Obi-Wan’s heart stop. One simple sentence, but so perfectly Anakin, read: 'No matter where I am amongst the stars, or how much distance there may be between us, you will always be my Master, and forever be the only man who holds my heart'.

     It took everything Obi-Wan had not to fall to his knees, it took more than that to remind himself he still had to breathe. And for a long time he remained planted in place, alone in the training room, reading that one sentence over and over. Until he had committed it to memory, until it had soaked into his very veins, until it was all he was and ever wanted to be. He needed to see Anakin.

     His head quickly snapped up to the clock on the wall. He still had enough time to hurry back to their chambers and catch Anakin before he left for his night out, and before he knew it he was sprinting through the Temple's halls to do just that.

     As soon as he was inside their chambers, he ran straight to Anakin's room and knocked fiercely. Anakin opened the door quickly, now stood before Obi-Wan in casual clothing, cleaned up and ready for his night out celebrating. Obi-Wan on the other hand was a shambled mess. He was panting again from his jog through the halls, sweaty, and still shirtless, clutching the open medallion in his hand. 

     "So you got it open," Anakin smiled, "I thought maybe you were knocking because you weren't able to figure out how. Do you need me to translate the inscriptions for you? I know Huttese isn't your favourite language, but I thought it would mean more to us then-"

     Obi-Wan cut him off, stopping him with both hands on his face and pulled him in for a fierce kiss. Full of passion, and fire, and so many long years of feelings left unsaid. 

     When they broke apart, Anakin snuck his arms around Obi-Wan’s waist to keep him close. "I'm going to assume that means you were able to translate it on your own."

     Obi-Wan nodded, still breathless. "Anakin. As I said before, I will always be here for you no matter what, but in the end I am glad I am no longer your Master, because I have wanted to do this for a very long time."

     Anakin smiled, one that lit his entire face with the force of it. "What are you waiting for then?"

     Obi-Wan didn't have to be told twice as he lunged at Anakin, once again taking his mouth in a hard kiss, backing them into Anakin's room and toward the bed. When Anakin's knees touched the edge of it he let Obi-Wan lay him back gently, crowding between his legs as their tongues explored each other's mouths with vigour. But something crossed his mind just then and he pulled back, though Anakin didn't let him go too far, craning his neck forward to attack the juncture of Obi-Wan’s tight jawline. 

     “I… you should go,” he started, but had to take a breath as Anakin sucked on a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear. It took everything he had not to surge forward and grind against Anakin. “I mean I should go, I don't want to stop you from having your night out with the other Padawans.”

     “My… my what?” Anakin asked, confused as he pulled away from Obi-Wan’s neck only to chase after his lips.

     But Obi-Wan was faster and stopped him. “Your celebration with the other knighted Padawans. It's tonight.”

     “Oh,” Anakin panted, “oh, right.”

     “You deserve the night out,” Obi-Wan smiled down at him, “we can continue this another night, after you’ve had your well deserved fun with your friends.”

     Anakin reached out, placing both of his hands on Obi-Wan’s cheeks and pulled him closer. “I don't even care about that anymore. Let them have their fun without me, I would much rather stay here with you.”

     “Anakin,” he protested, again dodging his former Padawans' eager lips, “you should go.”

     He lifted up, pressing their foreheads together and rubbing his nose against Obi-Wan’s. Their breaths blended between them as he whispered, heady and breathless, “Lay me down, Master, take what has always been yours. I want nothing else but you.”

     Obi-Wan could take no more, his resolve completely diminished, so he surrendered completely to the boy beneath him and gave Anakin everything he wanted, everything they had both longed for for so long. He lifted him to sit up in his lap, Anakin's arms lifting to let Obi-Wan free him of his shirt before their lips crashed together again. Obi-Wan couldn't help but notice how well they fit together, how wonderful Anakin felt in his lap, pressed against him, their lips and tongues in perfect synchronization. He had never melded so perfectly with another being before, and even as their Force signatures swirled and danced together in a flawless waltz of two people so deeply in love, Obi-Wan knew right then it would always be Anakin. Never again would anything else ever compare. 

     Anakin pulled back but kept their faces close, foreheads pressed together. His hand untangled itself from Obi-Wan’s hair, trailed down his neck, and stopped when it caught on the gold chain of the necklace still around his neck. Obi-Wan watched his eyes follow the chain down to where the medallion settled in the center of his chest, Anakin's hand following the same path until his fingers were tracing the circle of the medallion. 

     Obi-Wan’s breath hitched, his chest heaving up into Anakin's hand, then he all but stopped breathing as Anakin leaned down, eyes laser focused on the medallion, and licked a long stripe over its resting place. He threw his head back with a breathy moan, his breathing becoming erratic as Anakin's tongue now traced it. It was almost too much, his body shook with not only the intensity of the lust between them, but also the consistent thrumming of their Force signatures. 

     He laid Anakin on his back again, quickly removing what was remaining of their clothes, and leaned in to press their finally naked bodies together. He kissed Anakin once before moving to devour his neck, leaving behind his mark in each spot he touched, not even caring if they would be seen. His need for everyone to know that Anakin was finally his was overwhelming, no matter the consequences. 

     He made his way down to Anakin's nipple, stopping to suck and nibble at it for a moment. Anakin's hands flew to his hair, the tight grip only urging Obi-Wan further as a breathy moan of his name escaped his lips. He moved further down, trailing his tongue along the center of his stomach, over his naval, his nose brushed over the patch of hair just below it, then Anakin's head tossed back with a throaty moan as his warm lips ghosted over his swollen cock. 

     “Obi-Wan…” He gasped, squirming beneath his featherlight teasing.

     Obi-Wan looked up through his lashes at Anakin. He was a picture of perfection, painted in the finest oils in the vision of the most talented artist. His skin was flushed and slick with sweat, his eyes lidded as he peered down at Obi-Wan where he hovered over his cock. Back arched off the bed, muscles tight in his arms where they flexed against the sheets.

     He marvelled at the boy beneath him, marked by him, half of him in every way. "My love," he breathed against sensitive skin, earning another groan, "tell me if anything hurts."

     Anakin nodded, not able to speak actual words, and took Obi-Wan’s outstretched hand to hold as a lubed up finger pushed at his entrance. 

     Obi-Wan took his time preparing Anakin, and enjoyed every second of it. The sounds that came from his already raspy throat, the way he squirmed as he added a second and then a third finger, gloriously stretching him to fit his own engorged cock, the way his name was breathed like a prayer from gaping lips. 

     When he felt that Anakin was ready he lifted himself back up, hovering over Anakin on strong arms. He leaned in and kissed him, this time slow, full of only passion and promises. As he did Obi-Wan pressed their bodies together and at a torturous pace began grinding his cock with Anakin’s between them. Anakin groaned into his mouth and Obi-Wan greedily swallowed every sound he was willing to give him. Until finally he pulled back, just enough to reach a hand between them and press the tip of his cock against Anakin's entrance. 

     "Are you ready, dear one?"

     "Yes," Anakin breathed desperately, "I've been ready for this for so long."

     Obi-Wan chuckled, “As have I." Then he pressed down further again, his cock pushing slightly into Anakin as he rested their foreheads together. "If you need me to stop, you tell me right away, is that clear?"

     Anakin nodded quickly, the anticipation within him rising to extreme levels. All he wanted was Obi-Wan, all of him, inside him, completely one with him in every way.

     "Good boy," Obi-Wan purred in his ear and slowly pushed into him. 

     Anakin gasped and arched his back as Obi-Wan’s cock filled him. He was huge, much bigger than any toy Anakin had used while he pretended it was Obi-Wan on many lonely nights. But he didn't want him to stop, the ache quickly gave way to pleasure, and soon enough Obi-Wan was bottomed out.

     "Tell me when you're ready for me to move-"

     "Move."

     Obi-Wan laughed, "Eager, aren't we?" Then he pulled out, almost all the way, so his tip was pulling at Anakin's rim, then slammed back in so hard Anakin was shifted up the bed. "If that's how you want it, I will give you everything you want, my love."

     He took up a brutal pace, slamming into Anakin. All anakin could do beneath him was claw at Obi-Wan’s back, hold on for dear life as Obi-Wan fucked the Force right out of him, and babble incoherent half syllables of his name with the occasional "yes" or "harder" thrown into the mix.

     It was more than Anakin had ever dreamed, being with Obi-Wan in this way. They were connected now more than they had ever been, he could feel their bond grow infinitely stronger, and the love he felt for his Master all these years beamed within him. Never in all the years of the galaxy had Anakin thought Obi-Wan would feel the same.

     Obi-Wan lifted himself off Anakin, bracing his elbows on the bed and hovering over him. The changed angle had Anakin clawing even harder at Obi-Wan’s back and his legs clenching tighter around his waist as he continued his unrelenting rhythm. But the moment was momentarily lost when something swung down and smacked Anakin in the face.

     He tilted his head down from where it had been tossed back against the pillows, only to be hit again as Obi-Wan thrust into him. The necklace swung with each thrust and the medallion bumped his face each time. 

     Obi-Wan noticed, and without stopping he lifted a hand to the back of his neck. "I’m sorry, dear one, let me take it off-"

     That was the last thing Anakin wanted. The fact that he had such a visible claim on his former Master was enough to have him nearly on the edge already. 

     "No," he panted and reached out to stop Obi-Wan’s hand, "leave it on."

     Obi-Wan only picked up speed in response, turning Anakin once again into a moaning wreck beneath him. The medallion was still swinging into Anakin’s face, bouncing off of him every time Obi-Wan thrust to meet him, so Anakin opened his mouth and tilted his head just enough so he could catch the medallion between his teeth, and held it there while Obi-Wan fucked him senseless. 

     Obi-Wan stared down at Anakin, the gold glinting between his teeth, his tongue resting on the edge of it, the moans and grunts escaping past it. His hips stuttered at the sight and his arms nearly gave out. "Oh, Anakin, dear one," he moaned, "I am so close."

     "Me too, Master," he replied around the medallion, just as breathless, "make me come, Obi-Wan." 

     He leaned closer to Anakin, wrapped his arms under his shoulders, and drove his cock relentlessly into him. Both of them threw their heads back as Obi-Wan assaulted Anakin's prostate with every push, until finally they both moaned their releases, shouting each other's names, and collapsing into a pile of sweating, panting messes. 

     Obi-Wan laid on Anakin's chest for a while, regaining his breathing, not even caring about the sticky mess between them. Then he lifted himself up onto his hands and peered down at his beautiful dishevelled boy. His eyes were still lidded and lust blown, still breathing a bit hard. The marks on his neck and chest were becoming more prominent, making Obi-Wan want to ravish him again already. The medallion was still caught between Anakin's teeth, and Obi-Wan felt his dick twitch inside him at the sight. 

     He leaned in and kissed Anakin like his life depended on it, parting his mouth with his own lips and delving his tongue inside his mouth. The medallion danced between their tongues, but Obi-Wan could feel that Anakin was growing tired through the kiss. So he hooked his tongue under the medallion and sucked it into his mouth and held it between his lips. He pulled back from Anakin, sliding the medallion between his lips and then dropped it back to swing around his neck. 

     He beamed down at him, still completely blissed out, and ran a hand through his hair. "Dear one, you should rest," he said as he pulled out of Anakin and moved to lay beside him.

     Anakin hummed and rolled over to rest his head on Obi-Wan’s chest and wrap his arm tightly around his waist. He mumbled something into Obi-Wan’s skin, muffled by how deeply he was digging himself into the older man's chest.

     Obi-Wan chuckled and rubbed his hand slowly up and down Anakin's back. "You'll have to speak up a bit, dear one, I didn't quite hear you."

     Anakin lifted his head slightly, just enough to look up with the most adoring eyes and repeat, "I love you, Obi-Wan."

     Obi-Wan smiled as Anakin put his head back down on his chest. "I love you too, dear one. And as I have your heart, you too have mine."

     He leaned down and placed a kiss on Anakin's head as Anakin simultaneously kissed his chest, and the two very quickly fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

~~~~~~~~~~~ 

     An incessant buzzing woke Anakin from his sleep, and his rolling off to the side woke Obi-Wan. Anakin leaned over the bed, digging for the annoying comlink somewhere lost in the clothes strewn all over the floor. 

     Obi-Wan rolled over, plastering himself over Anakin's back and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Why is your comlink going off at such an ungodly hour? I was having a perfect sleep.”

     “So was I.” He smiled when Obi-Wan kissed the side of his neck. “It's probably a message from one of the other Padawans. I never called them to cancel last night.”

     “I'm sorry you missed your night out, Anakin.”

     “I'm not,” he answered quickly, then rolled back over when he finally found his comlink tucked into his pants pocket. He laid back with his head resting on Obi-Wan’s chest. “Trust me, I had a much better time staying here with you then I would have at some over crowded club.”

     “Well, I'm glad it was good.”

     “It was amazing,” he tilted his head back and kissed Obi-Wan quickly.

     “We will have to do it again, then,” Obi-Wan said, then shifted to hover over Anakin and pepper him with sweet kisses.

     "Maybe we should make it a permanent part of our lives," Anakin replied, arching his back and moaning as Obi-Wan sucked a nipple.

     "I can certainly get on board with that," he said, then reached down to grab Anakin's wandering hands and pin them to the bed above his head, "stay still."

     Anakin couldn't help but groan at the firmness in Obi-Wan’s voice, and it certainly did not go unnoticed by Obi-Wan.

     "If you liked to be ordered around, dear one, all you had to do was say so." Anakin only moaned again in response, writhing beneath Obi-Wan’s ministrations, his cock already half hard and grinding against Obi-Wan’s hip. 

     The comlink still in Anakin's hand went off again, and Obi-Wan lifted his lips from his neck with a huff. "That infernal device has horrible timing."

     Obi-Wan rolled off of him, and Anakin brought the device in front of his face. "Just let me check the messages and then hopefully they'll stop sending them."

     He started at the beginning of the holos, which were sent from various other Padawans clearly at the start of their night, all inquiring as to his whereabouts. As the night went on and the Padawans got notably more intoxicated, the holos became a slew of drunken dancing, group shots while standing on top of a table, screaming, and the occasional comment about all the fun he was missing out on. Anakin had to disagree.

     Anakin just laughed and tossed the comlink back on the floor in favour of turning his attention back to Obi-Wan. "I'll talk to them before we ship out for the mission. If I promise to make it up to them when we return they might forgive me."

     "What will you tell them in regards to why you missed out on last night?"

     "The truth," Anakin shrugged with a smirk, pulling Obi-Wan back to hover over him again and settle between his legs, "that I was following orders."

     "If my memory serves me right, which I think it does, you were giving more orders last night then I was," he chuckled against Anakin's lips as he leaned in, "faster and harder were two I remember being used more than once."

     "Well you were in a pretty bossy mood before the comlink ruined our fun, and speaking of which," he rolled them so Obi-Wan was on his back with Anakin straddling his hips, hovering over his already hard cock, "I wouldn't mind taking a few more of those orders before I have to take my first real orders from the Council."

     Obi-Wan grabbed his hips, fingers digging in and Anakin's head tossed back. "I think that can be arranged," he said as he guided Anakin down, his cock slipping easily into Anakin's still loose hole, but he held him firm without allowing him to sink all the way down, "hold on to the headboard and do not let go."

     Anakin did as he was told, leaning over Obi-Wan and grasping the headboard with both hands. Before he even had a chance to ready himself, Obi-Wan was pounding up into him and already Anakin was in total bliss. 

     And to think he had been so nervous about being knighted and losing his Master to distance, he had never been so happy to be wrong. Neither of them were going to be letting go of the other any time soon, Council be damned.

~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: And there you have fic number one for the fest, I hope you all enjoyed it! If you would like to be tagged for the second fic I wrote for the fest, or any other fics I submit, then please let me know and I would be glad to tag you <3

[complementaryhalves]

chapter 2 of part 3 is live!

[maiaspen]

NEW OBLIVION GIN STORY ART!

By the awesome @kana7o 🤩 A throwback scene from Chapter 1.

Read on ao3

Excerpt . . .

‘Obi-Wan carefully maneuvers behind his former Padawan. Without missing a single deflection, Obi-Wan eases his back against Anakin’s—pressing into him like he wants their tunics to stick together. And, given the state of their tunics, they very well might. Both of their clothes are saturated in a slippery silt of hot sweat and blood. Obi-Wan's body fluids seep through their tunics to mix with Anakin’s own. It’s amazing. It’s not skin-to-skin, but Obi-Wan is touching Anakin. Their body fluids are blending. And—even in this morbid way—Anakin fu*king revels in it, because this is all he’s ever going to get.’

[topwan-obikin]

Here it is the reveals for the first deadline of our fest!

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☆ Darling Little Lamb... by StardustNSunshine @stardustnsunshine

[Explicit - 14,123 w]

A subtly accented voice broke his reverie. “Little lamb, are you lost?” He placed his hand around the pistol on his hip and the stake on his thigh holster as he scanned the room. Beside the fireplace stood a haunting vision of a man with reddish hair and a beard aflame with the light of the fire. Shimmering red eyes glowed and crinkled at him as his mouth curled in a seductive smile that showed a glimpse of beautiful white fangs

☆ as the world caves in by JaggedEdges @jaggededges123

 [Explicit - 4,020 w]

from: askywalker.jedi.cor to: okenobi.jedi.cor <if we were the last two people in the galaxy, would you repopulate it with me?>

☆ Tongue Tied (I Bite Back) by Darkwhisperings @dark–whisperings

[Explicit - 4,621 w]

A shit-show of a mission in Separatist territory, a hiding place barely big enough for two adult Jedi, years upon years of sexual tension, and a wayward erection. What could possibly go wrong?

☆ you, or your memory by cinnamonsalt

[Explicit - 12,649 w]

“Sorry, what?” Anakin had to sound genuine. He had to. “In the medbay, I mean.” Obi-Wan sat his own spoon down, leaning his chin into his hand. Anakin felt an odd shiver run up his spine at the look. He had Obi-Wan’s face, and his voice, after all, and his body couldn’t seem to tell the difference between the new and the old, despite his brain throbbing with the heavy weight of it. “They say I’ve lost my memory, I was a bit out of it.” “Oh- right, no, I…” Anakin suddenly felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. This was strange. “Which is strange,” Obi-Wan continued, echoing his own thoughts, the tease in his tone barely there. It was more hushed now, like he was leaning in to tell a secret, or soothe a startled animal. When did everyone start treating him like that? “I kept thinking to myself, after that moment — I must have been a very lucky man in a past life to have such a pretty thing worrying over me.” -- Obi-Wan loses his memory in an accident and, apparently, his reservations. Anakin nearly loses his mind over it.

♥ Obi-Wan (Anakin's Version) by teaandjumpers @teaandjumpers

 [Explicit - 11,740 w - chapters: 4/6]

“I like that you’re older than me,” he admitted to Obi-Wan, and he moved in close as he said it. Obi-Wan had no response to that, so Anakin pulled in closer, reaching for a strand of hair at his Master’s temple. “I like that you have grays. I like that I put them there.” ---- When a holocron accident causes Obi-Wan's body to de-age, Anakin finds himself enraptured (and very frustrated) by this version of his Master who can’t always keep his emotions in check––especially when it comes to Anakin.

☆ AUGURY by Exonerin @exonerin

[Explicit - 20,026 w - chapters: 5/5]

Anakin has never known moderation. So, when he accidentally learns Obi-Wan is an amazing singer, he wants to hear more. This is a greater challenge than he anticipates, especially when he starts reacting to Obi-Wan's voice.

☆ ART by @yatsukisakura

[Explicit]

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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

[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

[dark--whisperings]

🚨NEW FIC!🚨

Title: Serendipity

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1/1

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54157444

Summary:

An accidental discovery on the holonet leads Anakin to a personal discovery about himself. And his Master. The rest, well, that's a happy accident.

Whoohooo! @topwan-obikin submissions have been revealed, and this was my contribution to round 2. Super excited to share it with you all, and I hope that you enjoy! ✨💖✨💖

[virahaus]

Anakin reveals to Obi-Wan that he's married. Obi-Wan doesn't take it well and decides to teach him a lesson. And if the lesson includes multiple orgasms, well, that's just to drive the point better into Anakin's brain.

My first submission for the @topwan-obikin fest!! And the first legit full on explicit fic I ever had the courage to post, so I hope I didn't go too bad! Hope ya'll like it <33

Chapters: 1/1 - Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker - 2,363 wc

Fandom: Star Wars - All media types

Warnings: No Archive Warning Applies

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, padmè amidala (only mentioned not even by name actually but it's her ofc)

Tags: Light Dom/sub, Light Angst, Barebacking, Top Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bottom Anakin Skywalker, Cock Slut Anakin Skywalker but only for obi-wan eheh, First Time Bottoming, Getting Together, i guess?, Infidelity, obikin fucking nasty while anakin is still married to padme basically, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Begging, Master/Padawan Kink (Star Wars), Angst with a Happy Ending, Humiliation, just a bit though, Dirty Talk, Jealous Obi-Wan Kenobi, Possessive Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker is a Disaster, Obi-Wan Kenobi Loves Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker Loves Obi-Wan Kenobi, Love Confessions, Praise Kink, Anakin Skywalker Has a Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Coming Untouched

[greyghoulclub]

obikin fic inspired by the movie baby driver!