#obikinpromptober2024

[human-rocket]

body worship

Had to get at least one prompt in for @paracosm-draw's Obikin Promptober!

[dinagastuff]

Teasing and the scars Obikin promptober days 3 & 4

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Promptober Day 24 - Proposal ☄️

[voidseoul]

Obikin Promptober, Day 17: Body Worship

kinda late, but i wanted to do at least one of these! thank you kindly to @paracosm-draw for putting such lovely prompts together 💛 [and check out their full list of them here!]

(this is also posted over on ao3! if that’s more your scene)

tags: bottom anakin, top obi-wan, near death experience, premature ejaculation, overstimulation wordcount: 1.6k

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When Anakin was released from the medbay, Obi-Wan was there and waiting, right opposite him in the hallway. There was a set to Obi-Wan’s jaw that gave Anakin pause for only a moment, but a shiver ran down Anakin’s spine all the same—a private thrill that kept him from shrugging off the hand settling at the small of his back like he normally would, letting it guide him up to his quarters while Obi-Wan followed beside in lockstep.

The bandages visibly wrapped around Anakin’s head might have been the only thing that saved him from being all but slammed into the door the second it slid shut.

I’m fine, sat at the tip of Anakin’s tongue, but it didn’t make it out. Lips sealed warm and fervent over Anakin’s own, twin hands cupping his jaw with a tenderness that betrayed the decades worth of calluses roughening them. Obi-Wan’s tongue gently licked its way into his mouth, each pass slick and hot and velvet; the touch of it just sensual enough to have Anakin weak-kneed. Small, pleading whimpers caught at the back of his throat.

Stars, he loved when Obi-Wan kissed him like this. Like he was the only thing that mattered in the galaxy. Like Anakin wasn’t some festering pit of dark.

(He loved whenever Obi-Wan kissed him. Period.)

An answering groan rumbled into Anakin’s mouth, contrasting those soft sounds looping between them on repeat. Faint, delicate, high-pitched, needy—those were the responses that Obi-Wan loved to pull out of him, even if his former Master rarely expressed as much openly.

Anakin had used to try to suppress them—hold them in his chest out of inexplicable embarrassment, pride bruising with each one that slipped past his lips—but Obi-Wan had been persistent, entirely too attentive as a lover to let such needless insecurities stand unchallenged. And Anakin was always going to be too sensitive for his silence to have been sustainable, regardless of his own lack of experience at the time.

He could already feel it building now: that telltale bloom of heat unfurling in his stomach, his body sagging back against the door. Obi-Wan crowded him in further in order to keep him upright, and Anakin released a grateful noise as a leg slotted between his thighs—firm, steady, perfect for Anakin to rut against with abandon.

It’d be a bit presumptuous on any other night, but not this one. Not after such a close-call like they’d just experienced.

Anakin’s hips jerked forward of their own accord, seeking out much-needed friction. Short, uncoordinated things. Little to no finesse. Just chasing a high. He would have as many as he wanted tonight—until he was thoroughly disassembled, shivering and brainless on the bed—until he said to stop. Obi-Wan would see to it.

The first one didn’t take long. It never did.

It was Obi-Wan sucking on his tongue, wet, filthy sounding, both thumbs sweeping reverently across Anakin’s cheeks which sent the preliminary jolt through his body. His hips stuttered and stalled. Anakin let that terribly tiny squeak escape from his mouth. Then he was coming into his pants like a fumbling teenager.

Obi-Wan kissed him through it, undeterred by the lack of proper reciprocation on Anakin’s end. He knew Anakin was all but useless after he came.

“That stunt you pulled yesterday was reckless, dear heart,” Obi-Wan whispered once they finally parted for air, both gasping, foreheads resting together. “You gave me quite the scare back there.”

Heart was the keyword in that sentence. Much the same as Obi-Wan’s hand trailing from Anakin’s jaw to his hairline. Fingers brushed as if by compulsion over the patch of curls there, still shorn a few centimeters shorter than all the other ones. They searched for that tangible reminder that Anakin could handle things on his own now. That Anakin’s safety wasn’t Obi-Wan’s responsibility anymore. Not truly.

Anakin leaned forward and brushed their noses together—a small bit of Tatooinian affection, one of the few customs leftover that he hadn’t minded carrying with him and adopting as his own. Obi-Wan found it endearing, but the way his Master smiled privately and repeated the gesture back to him would always make wedding bells sing in Anakin’s ears.

“I got the all-clear from Kix,” Anakin murmured back, accepting the slow, lingering kisses that began interrupting him as he spoke. “No permanent damage—I’ll be fine in a few days…” His breath hitched as a hand snuck beneath his tunics, slipping past the waistband of his leggings. “I’m, mm… I’m still here.”

Any sane person would hate being touched again so soon, but stability was never something Anakin had been able to comfortably claim as his. No, instead he let his head crane back, skull meeting the proffered padding of Obi-Wan’s palm before it could thunk against the door. A mangled, fractured sound leapt from his mouth. Anakin thrusted his hips helplessly into the expert grip stroking his softened cock.

“I had to carry you back, you know,” Obi-Wan said, trailing his lips down the column of Anakin’s throat, tonguing his pulse point. “Even minor head wounds can bleed so profusely, but the knowledge isn’t nearly as comforting when you’re limp and deathly still in my arms.”

Something jagged and sympathizing twisted in Anakin’s heart, picturing it.

“I’m sorry,” he expressed genuinely.

He hadn’t thought before diving off that collapsing bridge. He’d just known he couldn’t make it to the other side with the rest of their men in time. The Force had given him a push to the right, said go, and Anakin had jumped, landing in the raging rapids below; knocked out cold by the rockbed churning beneath the water.

And he’d survived. Those still standing around him once the bridge had inevitably crumbled, hadn’t. So clearly the Force hadn’t led him astray there.

“I don’t need you to be sorry,” Obi-Wan replied quietly, sinking to his knees. He tugged the tops of Anakin’s leggings down as he went, rolling them and his briefs down to mid-thigh. As he took that soft cock back into his hands, he gave Anakin a disarmingly raw and open look. “I need for you to have a pulse.”

Realization dawned. Anakin faltered a bit.

… He’d really flatlined again, hadn’t he? They didn’t even bother telling him whether it’d happened anymore.

“I’m…” Anakin worked his jaw as he fought back another reflexive apology. It still escaped him anyway. “I’m sorry,” he repeated uselessly.

Obi-Wan, for his part, offered him a commiserating type of smile—knowing and bittersweet.

“So am I,” his Master murmured. And then he was taking Anakin into his mouth, swallowing the shortened length of his cock with ease, uncaring of the mess still smeared all over it from just minutes ago.

This time, Anakin had the presence of mind to brace his own hand behind his head, letting it take the impact of his squirming. His body went from besieged and unwilling to forcibly tantalized. He felt himself grow heavy on Obi-Wan’s tongue, cockhead nudging into the back of his mouth, milked relentlessly by the passage of his throat.

Obi-Wan took his time with it, savoring it, but he didn’t bother holding back on Anakin’s behalf either. There was no point. He cupped a hand to the tight balls below; rolled each one with a firm but tender touch in his palm. The dull smacking from above got louder—Anakin mewling openly, tossing his head back repeatedly, as if that would help him process the sensation—like it could keep him from tumbling over that edge he was incapable of stepping back from.

Thrumming, pulsing. Anakin shuddered, groaning low and open, the sound reverberating in his chest. He shook and spasmed against the door, and a bitter spatter of come was shooting off down Obi-Wan’s throat, weakened but still present, his balls aching in protest.

There was little speaking after that. Just practiced rituals and unspoken synergy. Once gently laid upon the bed, Anakin’s cock remained warm in Obi-Wan’s mouth until he’d sobbed, left twitching and drooling clear, sticky nothing onto a lapping tongue. Pressure sank into his body with a perfected rhythm, a pleasantly burning stretch—first fingers, then a cock—Obi-Wan using both to ring out whatever dregs of pleasure could possibly be attained via stroking that sweet spot along his walls.

Anakin was mindless, slack-jawed, a human body with a pulse and nothing else; just like Obi-Wan had needed him to be. Throbbing with proof that he was alive with each thrust of Obi-Wan’s cock into his puffy and overused hole, clenching desperately around the motion of it filling him up so full. When a string of curses drifted in one ear and out the next eons later, Anakin let himself be pulled into a frenzied kiss, mumbled affirmations of I love you, stay, please don’t go passing between Obi-Wan’s lips—and a sharp cry signaled the pulses of heat spilling into Anakin immediately after, dragging sloppy and messy and slick along his insides.

Solid weight draped over Anakin’s body eventually, lighter than he remembered, but everything else about Obi-Wan was the same: the way he cradled Anakin close, like he could hide him away from the rest of the galaxy if he tried hard enough; the soft, looping mantra of stay’s and please’s.

“I’m staying,” Anakin managed to reply at last, voice croaking. “I’m here, Master.”

The mantra stopped, replaced by trembling kisses to Anakin’s skin instead—anywhere Obi-Wan could reach with his lips.

Anakin stayed silent and let his Master pray. Maybe his pleas were what had kept Anakin alive each time; having someone more pious than he pleading his case.

It was of greater solace to cling to that reasoning, rather than luck. If nothing else.

[asteroidmiyoko]

I'm trying something!

This will be a continuous story, but each chapter inspired by the prompts for @paracosm-draw 's lovely Obikin month!

Thank you for making such a fun list!!!

[paracosm-draw]

Promptober Day 8 - Uniform kink ☄️

Same, Anakin, same 😮‍💨

[paracosm-draw]

Promptober Day 1 - Padawan Braid ☄️

Yipeeee, I officially declare the Obikin Promptober 2024 open 🥳

I'm very very excited to see if artists and writers will participate and I'm ready to share everyone's beautiful work 🥰

Enjoy this challenge and have fun, friends 🌻

[dinagastuff]

This was day 1 and 2... and i haven't done more... yet. I wanted to practice the screentones.

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Promptober Day 4 - Forbidden attachment + Scars ☄️

A little angst after all that smut

[paracosm-draw]

Promptober Day 17 - Body Worship ☄️

Tumblr won't let me post his one even though there's nothing to see 😤😤😤

So here's the link to my Twitter : https://x.com/paracosm_draw/status/1846985805295710347?t=Znuj0ZFS_oCZ0MHfKt5EQw&s=19

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Started writing something for day 16 but I'm not satisfied with it and I hadn't time to finish everything I wanted to explore with this prompt so... Maybe I'll post it later !

[paracosm-draw]

Promptober Day 6 - Hug ☄️

Obi-Wan and his war criminal gremlin 🙄

[paracosm-draw]

Promptober Day 8 - More intimate than lovers ☄️

Tags : oblivious Ahsoka, injured Obi-Wan, lots of fluff

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“Get out of the way ! Kriff, move !”

The poor assistant who had the extravagant idea of crossing the corridor with a cart full of medical products - doing her job - at the same time Anakin barges in, gasps loudly and pulls on the handle of her cart with all her strength, avoiding the running Jedi from a hair.

“I'm so sorry, General !” She squeals in horror, but Anakin is already too far away to hear her apologies.

He sprints down the hallway, the soles of his boots skidding and squeaking on the smooth ground at every turn. He's almost out of breath when he storms in the landing hangar, eyes wide as he searches for one specific spaceship.

The Negotiator is parked in the middle of the hangar, the main door already opened on the bridge where clone troopers are offloading some heavy crates.

“Obi-Wan !” Anakin calls, slipping through the crowd while his eyes are scanning the ship’s surroundings for the older Jedi. “Excuse me. Sorry.”

Obi-Wan’s Force signature is very weak, too weak for him to locate him precisely, even when he tries to follow the thin golden thread of their bond.

“Damn it.” He swears when he can’t find him anywhere, panic slowly rising in his chest and curling around his lungs.

He runs to the bridge of the ship, searching for a familiar face, anyone who was on that kriffing mission and could tell him where Obi-Wan is.

“General Skywalker !” Someone calls for him from behind, making him turn around.

He’s relieved to be faced with Cody’s dark buzzcut and moon-shaped scar, someone who’s supposed to know where Obi-Wan is at all times. Someone so loyal Anakin trusts him with Obi-Wan’s life. Someone who knows him too. He doesn’t even need to ask questions, he just tilts his head to the left.

“He’s in the medical bay.”

“Thank you, Cody.” Anakin replies gratefully before running away to the new location.

He crosses the distance in less than five minutes, mumbling apologies every time he pushes someone on his way. Ahsoka is already waiting outside in the corridor, pacing left and right until she hears him coming like a tornado.

She winces and walks to him before he can storm in the emergency room, hands reaching out for him.

“He’s fine.” Is the first thing she says because she knows him so well. “You can't enter.”

Maybe she doesn’t know him that well after all.

“I don't care.”

“I know you don’t.” She rolls her eyes and grabs his arm when he reaches out for the door. “But you have to let the doctors do their job.”

“I need to see him.” Anakin breathes, removing his arm from his padawan’s grip, gently but firmly enough to warn her from not trying to stop him again.

Ahsoka considers him for a while, taking in his laborious breathing that couldn’t be blamed on his running only, his wide and scared eyes and the way his fingers twitched nervously, aggressively picking at the skin around his nails. He could have said he wanted to see Obi-Wan, but he didn't.

It’s a need. She truly realizes then.

“You’ll have to wait a bit.” She still says, gently taking his hand in his own. “I promise it won’t take long.”

“It’s already too long.” Anakin groans, his signature hanging low like a menacing cloud around him in the Force.

“He's okay, Skyguy.” Ahsoka insists, intertwining her fingers with his own to prevent him from damaging his skin even more. “He was still talking when he was admitted. You know he's tough.”

“Maybe.” Anakin mumbles. “I should have been with him.”

“You can’t be with him all the time.” Ahsoka says patiently.

“Why not ?” Anakin huffs, and Ahsoka smiles before she understands it’s a real question.

“Because… Because you’re both really important for the Republic and we need you to lead our men. They can't afford to waste time by sending you both on the same missions every time.”

Anakin doesn’t answer but she can tell by his expression that he’s not satisfied with the explanation. She wonders how he manages to be separated from Obi-Wan so often on a daily basis. Not well apparently, given his current level of anxiety is through the roof.

She opens her mouth to reassure him when the emergency room’s door opens. A tall woman with very light blonde hair pulled tight in a perfect bun walks out with a fold in his hand.

“Ahsoka Tano ?” She asks, and Anakin uses this exact moment to slip through the door. “Eh, wait !”

“Sorry.” Ahsoka winces apologetically at the doctor. “He’s very worried.”

“Visitors are not allowed.” The woman says with pinched lips. “Is he family ?”

“Uh, kind of.” Ahsoka replies.

She thinks for a second about the right term to describe Anakin and Obi-Wan’s relationship and she realizes she has none. They’re closer than a Master and his former Padawan were supposed to be, more than friends, even closer than brothers. She never knew one without the other and she didn't wish to know.

“Kind of ?” The doctor lifts a delicate eyebrow, looking at her with a mix of skepticism and annoyance.

“Yeah, well. You should thank me for still having a door, because Anakin doesn’t bother with that kind of details when it's comes to Obi-Wan.” Ahsoka smiles and bypasses her to enter into the room.

The sight she finds makes her stop on the doorstep with the impression of interrupting something precious she wasn’t meant to see. Anakin is sitting on the edge of the bed where Obi-Wan lies with his forehead pressed against his, gently holding his hands as they whisper quietly to each other.

From where she is she can see that Obi-Wan is smiling, wide and bright in spite of the bandages around his chest and the blood covering one side of his face.

“Family, mh ?” The doctor’s voice resonates quietly beside her, making Ahsoka turn halfway.

“They’re very close.” She retorts, feeling defensive without really knowing why.

“I thought attachment was prohibited amongst Jedi.” The woman still continues but her tone is gentler than earlier, devoid of any judgement. “They look… Intimate.”

Ahsoka blushes at the implication and shakes her head.

“They’re not… It’s not like that. They just care a lot about each other.”

“Sure.” The doctor smiles before leaving her at the door to go check on the other patients of the room.

Ahsoka frowns, confused. She couldn’t find the right words to explain the very special bond between her two masters but it didn’t mean that it was like that woman implied. It couldn’t be. She would have noticed by now. Or whould she ?

She squints at the two Jedi still completely immerged in their own little world, talking to each other like they were all alone. She’s so used to this that she can't see it as anything else than Anakin and Obi-Wan’s normal behaviour toward each other. They’re constantly gravitating in each other’s orbit, looking for each other, touching each other, evolving like they’re in their own private bubble.

It can be annoying sometimes, sure. Especially when one of them comes back injured from a mission and she has to calm down and reassure the other. They might be a little bit obsessed with each other, alright. But it doesn’t hurt anyone, does it ? Caring deeply is not against the Jedi precepts, only unhealthy attachments. And when she looks at them what she sees, burning brighter than any star is-

Unconditional love. She thinks. That’s it. That’s what they have for each other.

Clearing her throat to announce her presence, she walks to them, witnessing the way they turn their head at the same time to look at her. Anakin’s eyes and cheeks are a little wet but he does nothing to hide it from her. She takes it as a precious sign of trust.

“So…?” She smirks when she sits on the other side of the bed. “What is the score this time, Master ?”

Obi-Wan snorts and winces just after, putting a hand on his ribcage.

“Three broken ribs.” He sighs. “Nothing a little rest can’t fix.”

“You forget about the concussion.” Anakin says, rolling his eyes. “And the fact that one of your ribs punctured your lung.”

“Details.” Obi-Wan mumbles. “I’m fine.”

He looks back at Anakin’s skeptical expression, face softening with such tenderness that Ahsoka looks away with a blush.

“I’m fine.”

“You say that each time.” Anakin grumbles. “And each time you come back even more broken.”

“Jealous that I wear scars better than you ?” Obi-Wan teases, making Ahsoka laugh.

“At least you don’t look like a stupid pirate because you fell on the freshener, Master Kenobi.” She sneaks in.

“You little sh-” Anakin starts but he’s stopped by Obi-Wan’s hand on his mouth.

“Language, Padawans !”

Anakin looks at Obi-Wan and does something that makes the older Jedi retrieve his hand quickly while a little blush spreads on his cheeks.

Weirdos.

“Alright, I’m very glad to see that you’re doing fine, Master.” Ahsoka says before getting up. “I’m gonna go finish Skyguy’s report because something tells me he’s not going to move from here before a while.”

Anakin, very maturely, sticks his tongue at her.

“Look how I am rewarded for my generosity.” She complains to Obi-Wan, and the traitor has the audacity to laugh.

But not for long because he's quickly reminded about his broken ribs. Some calls it karma.

“Thank you for coming, little ‘Soka.” The older Jedi smiles softly once he’s done wincing in pain. “And for teaching this one some manners about breaking doors.”

“No problem, Sir.” She smiles, giving them both a little salute. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As soon as she turns around she can feel their bond tighten again between each other in the Force. And if the reflection on the glass door makes it look like they’re sharing a quick, secretive kiss, it’s probably her imagination playing tricks on her.

[paracosm-draw]

Promptober Day 2 - Holocall ☄️

Anakin is being a menace once again

[paracosm-draw]

Obikin Promptober 2024 - Art Gallery ☄️

Feat. @human-rocket @dinagastuff and myself ❤️

[paracosm-draw]

Obikin Promptober 1st edition - 2024

Hello Obikin stans from all systems,

I finally put together a list of prompts for I wish to host my very first edition of this October's challenge !

Feel free to participate as you want, either as an artist or as a writer, or both if you're very motivated ;

- SFW prompts are in white

- NSFW prompts are in orange

BUT you can take them as you want, turn one into another, use just one or fuse them together, the purpose is to have fun !

I know those kind of challenges are very demanding (I personally never completed one entirely) so don't feel pressured to draw/write about every single one of them !

One last thing, I'd like to see absolutely every artworks that will be produced during this challenge so don't hesitate to use the hashtag #obikinpromptober2024 and to @ me so I can see and reblog all of your works !

Have fun, and may the inspiration be with you ☄️

[paracosm-draw]

Promptober Day 1 - Freckles ☄️

Let's begin this challenge with two prompts in one day while I still have the time and inspiration !! 😌

This one is not very NSFW, starting soft with Anakin not very Jedi-ish daydreams ✨

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Anakin was staring. 

He's been told many times that it was not polite. That his gaze was too intense, too uncomfortable when it landed on people. 

He couldn’t help it. When something caught his attention he had to put his whole focus onto it, examining, scrutinizing, dissecting until he could make sense, understand and classify in his brain. 

The object of his current attention lies on Obi-Wan’s face in the shape of tiny droplets of liquid bronze, as if the Sun had lowered itself from the sky to kiss his skin, leaving trails of fire on his nose, cheeks and forehead. It’s a beautiful thing to witness them blooming when the first sun rays pierce from behind the light clouds, bright and strong, bringing promises of warmth for the months to come. It’s as if they herald the coming of summer, even more surely than the elder’s predictions. 

“Do I have something on my face ?” 

Anakin is abruptly drawn from his contemplation by his Master’s amused tone. Obi-Wan is looking at him with raised eyebrows, probably expecting an explanation about why he’s creepily staring at him instead of meditating like he’s supposed to do. 

“Uh, yes.” He replies dumbly. 

“Yes ?” Obi-Wan frowns and raises a hand to his face, only to be stopped halfway by Anakin’s inaudible mumbling. “Mmh ?” 

“I- I said I- I love your freckles.” He stutters, feeling an embarrassing blush creeping up his neck and spreading all the way to his face, although not embarrassing enough to keep his mouth shut, apparently. “It’s very pretty. They, uh- They suit you.” 

Obi-Wan looks at him with slightly wide eyes, looking a bit confused by the random compliment. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, clearing his throat in the process. 

“I- Thank you, Anakin. It’s… That’s nice of you.” 

An awkward silence spreads between them after that, and Anakin realizes he has started staring again. Before he can stop himself he wonders if Obi-Wan’s tunics hide some more. He’s always so frustratingly covered, it’s hard to tell. 

He wishes he could see more. For scientific purposes, of course. He’s nothing if not rigorous. 

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice brings him back to reality once more. “Focus. And be mindful of your thoughts… Please.” 

His Master’s cheekbones are a shade darker and Anakin bites his tongue not to grin at that endearing vision. Instead he closes his eyes, trying to focus on their session. Only… His mind wanders quickly towards pale skin and pretty freckles again. 

He imagines following their path with his finger, from the bridge of Obi-Wan’s nose to the hollow of his throat, following them like a star map, tracing constellations on his skin as he goes down. He would have to slide his fingers under the tight lapels of his inner tunic, pushing the tabard aside to unveil a bare shoulder and continue his path. He’s almost certain this part of Obi-Wan’s body is also splattered with little sun stains even though he rarely exposes himself. At this point he would have to make a choice ; exploring the plane of his back or scouting down his chest, stripping him from his layers of fabric in any case. 

It might be a childish fantasy but the idea of discarding Obi-Wan from his clothes, to have him undressed for his eyes only is something that always ignites a little fire inside Anakin’s belly. He saw him one time, in a sleeveless shirt on a particularly hot day and the sight of his bare arms was sufficient to fuel his imagination for the next couple of weeks. 

But he’s drifting away from the topic, and from Obi-Wan’s naked chest and stomach that his mind has to create for lack of factual evidence.

He wonders if he could count every single one of the freckles adorning his body. If he could kiss every single one of them. He feels like his skin would taste like a hot summer day, like warmth and salt and honey. He wonders foolishly if Obi-Wan would let him drag his tongue across the shapes of his body, connecting the dots like a child’s play. He would take all the time in the world, hating the idea of missing one. 

He would learn their pattern, archiving them in his mind one kiss after another until they replace the stars when he closes his eyes. His own private galaxy. 

Someone clears his throat loud enough to pull Anakin from his daydream, and when he opens his eyes, Obi-Wan is standing in front of him, face flushed red to the roots of his hair. 

“We’ll stop the session here. We’ll take it back tomorrow.” He says quickly before turning on his heels and walking towards the door, readjusting the collar of his tunic on the way. 

Anakin stays on the floor, watching him leave pressingly with a bit of confusion. What did he do this time ? 

Oh.

 Oh. 

He might have forgotten to shield his thoughts.