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[subobi]

SubObi Week #6 - Masterlist

Our AO3 Collection Previous Weeks’ Masterlists

If your submission isn’t included here, please let me know!

**Please note that warnings and ratings are not included on this list. Please take time to read the tags on the work itself.**

Submissions:

Collections or Prompt Combinations:

a reminder by wrennette - Alphobi, Codywan

SubObi a hračky by SallyPejr - QuinObi, Obitine

SubObi Week 2022 by Bittodeath - QuiObi, Obikin, Codywan, Jastobi, ObiVizsla

SubObi Week 2022 by MerlynBane - Jangobi, Obirex, Obimaul, Codywan, Jangobi, BailObiBreha

Day 1 - Hole spanking/Pussy spanking/Maintenance Spankings

Fluid Bonded by FlitShadowflame - Jangobi

Maintenance by SinQueen69 - QuiObi

Day 2 - Gags/Sex toys under clothing/Vibrators

Aboard the Negotiator by SinQueen69 - Codywan

Buir and His Baby by FlitShadowflame - Jangobi

(lovely) underneath it all by Siderea - AlphaObi

That’s All You Have to Do by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan

Their Perfectly Eager Companion by TheShinyLizard - BailobiBreha

Day 3 - Public consummation/First night witnessed

An Auspicious Match by sanerontheinside - QuiObi

by right of the thigh by wrennette - Ventrobi

wrap myself inside your arms (i cannot rest) by Siderea - Obimaul

Day 4 - Pregnant and single/abandoned by old lover/Surrogate pregnancy/Oviposition

an incubator by wrennette - DexObi

Carry On by TheShinyLizard - Jangobi

(in these gifts) the shape of adoration by Siderea - Jastobi

should have known by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - ObiTentacles

Day 5 - Wedding/Mating Run

move my feet towards your body (i can hear this beat) by Siderea - Jangobi

Unexpected Value by  wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Jangobi

SubObi a Bail by SallyPejr - BailObi

Day 6 - Lactation/Milking/Hucow | Come stuffing

Aching and Full by TheShinyLizard - QuiObi

heat by wrennette - Codywan, ObiClones

Just Because It Wouldn't Pass Your Ethics Board Doesn't Mean It Won't Pass Ours by Millberry_5 - Codywan, ObiClones

Since I First Saw by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan

taken it all (and we're far from finished) by Siderea - Codywan, ObiClones

Day 7 - Fuck or die | Possessiveness

The Captive by TheShinyLizard - Jangobi

in your arms tonight (must have been something you said) by Siderea - Codywan

Our Beauitul Jewel by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan, ObiClones

Shan'hal'lak, cyar'ika by Charm_Caster1127 - Codywan

SubObi a Quinlan by SallyPejr - QuinObi

subsumption by wrennette - ObiDooku

Day 8 - Bonus Free Day

A Convenient Opportunity by dovebox - Jangobi

who’s been loving you good? by Siderea - Jangobi

[sanerontheinside]

Happy Valentine’s Day from the smoothest Spouse you got :p (from @obaewankenope)

[firondoiel]

Your top 10 QuiObi headcanon facts pleeeease! (Bonus points for cuddle-related stuff but anything goes) Tag some friends so they can also share their QO HCs ❤

Thank you for the ask! ❤️ I don’t know that these are my top 10 or even all that original, but whenever I’m asked to name my top anything, I forget all the thoughts I ever had on the subject.

Their size difference makes cuddling the best because Qui-Gon can easily wrap up Obi-Wan in those long limbs, and they fit perfectly together. After all the loss in his life, holding Obi-Wan like this makes Qui-Gon feel like he can protect this one, keep him safe. Obi-Wan feels so, so wanted and loved.

Qui-Gon is an ass man and can verify that Obi-Wan’s butt is perfect.

Obi-Wan’s love language is acts of service. Qui-Gon’s is physical touch.

Qui-Gon is naturally a warm and sympathetic soul who feels everything deeply, but Dooku made sure to train him to not voice those emotions. Instances like dismissing Obi-Wan for Anakin during the Council scene happen because he lives so in the moment and is an intensely passionate person deep down. It can lead to him having “tunnel vision”. (Side note, he regretted his words as soon as he spoke them in the Council scene. The novelization even goes into him feeling badly about hurting Obi-Wan. Doesn’t make it okay, but he’s NOT a cold, heartless bastard)

Obi-Wan makes the first move. Qui-Gon is too aware of the inherent power imbalance between them to allow himself to do anything first.

That power dynamic does tend to lead to soft dom Qui-Gon and submissive Obi-Wan in the bedroom though.

Both of them are decent cooks.

The JA books have this well known line “(Qui-Gon) looked forward to the day that the two of them would work side by side as Jedi Knights, but with this thought no image came”. That moment during his death scene in TPM when he strokes Obi-Wan’s cheek? One of the many emotions in that action was relief. Now Qui-Gon knew why he couldn’t see Obi-Wan as a knight.

Okay, back to cuddling. Qui-Gon is the cuddler. He is the one who initiates it after sex. He’s the one who spoons up behind Obi-Wan as they fall asleep and also holds Obi-Wan close for a few moments in the morning after they wake up.

When they’re asleep though? Obi-Wan becomes a koalaing octopus.

Tagging @sanerontheinside @luvvewan @tohje @outpastthemoat @obikakenobi @ricooola @anakingskywoker if y’all want!

[motherfuckingnazgul]

i want to hold your hand

aka, a dumb modern AU quiobi oneshot by me, off of the prompt

I’m calling to cancel our date because I’m actually in the ER right now, sorry. …I mean, sure, I guess you can come down here, but… okay…

from this post

this is very fluffy and self-indulgent, i fully blame my having read davaia’s Scarif Sunrise earlier tonight, also less whumpy than i expected it to be?

thank you to the SW discord and especially cuzosu and sanerontheinside for enabling me. anyway, enjoy!

Qui-Gon has rarely in his life looked forward to a date so much. He’s had very few relationships for a man pushing fifty, and most of them have been natural progressions from friendship into intimacy, without much pause for breathless anticipation. Obi-Wan Kenobi, however, has been all breathless anticipation, almost from the moment he first put him his hand in one of Qui-Gon’s lectures and delivered a scathing rebuke to a classmate who had inadvertently tried to argue that the poor were fundamentally lesser.

At the time, and in the two years following, Qui-Gon had been well-aware that it would be far from ethical for him to ask Obi-Wan out. Obi-Wan had clearly been conscious of the same, even as their relationship had turned from passing-ships to acquaintanceship to mentorship. They’d gotten coffee numerous times, always careful to keep their discussion on news and politics and Obi-Wan’s thesis, never straying to the personal, and both had been consummate professionals in every interaction even as their rapport grew. The tension had been nigh unbearable, especially as every time Qui-Gon met Obi-Wan’s eyes, he saw the same desire that he himself was keeping leashed until the time was right. Their chemistry had to wait.

Then, a little under two weeks ago, Obi-Wan had graduated with his Masters in Political Science, and at the reception thrown the evening after he’d walked across the stage he’d quietly pulled Qui-Gon aside and asked if maybe he would like to get dinner. Of course, Qui-Gon had said immediately, and then when comparing schedules had swiftly discovered that neither of them had corresponding free time for ten damn days.

Two years of waiting had been nothing compared to those last ten days, when Qui-Gon was well aware that at the end of the night he’d finally be able to take Obi-Wan’s face in his hands and kiss his lips, to wrap his arms around the man whose mind he’d grown to admire and whose beauty had inspired any number of nighttime imaginings.

(In the early days Qui-Gon had been deeply uncomfortable with his own desire for Obi-Wan. Even with Obi-wan being a Masters student and therefore more an adult and much more free of Qui-Gon’s authority, he’d been aware of the power imbalance between them and his own status as a much older man lusting after someone young, beautiful, and just at the beginning of his best days. But Obi-Wan had never shied away from Qui-Gon’s regard and had never quailed under intellectual questioning, always meeting Qui-Gon where he was and challenging any temptation of Qui-Gon’s to think of him as submissive or disadvantaged in their relationship, and so he had come to accept his feelings… which had only made resisting them all that much harder.)

Now Qui-Gon is only a few hours from the appointed time of their date and pacing his partner like a caged lion, frustrated by his own inability to distract himself. He’d picked up and put down three different books, and had already halfway torn apart his closet for something nice to wear and then tidied it up again in case Obi-Wan should consent to come back here for the night. Qui-Gon knows it would be rushing by most people’s measures to sleep together on the first date, but damn other people’s measures; he’s planning to ask.

On the coffee table, his phone rings, and he goes over to look at the display. When he sees Obi-Wan’s name he picks up hastily, saying, “Couldn’t wait until this evening to speak to me?”

“Ah,” says Obi-Wan, his voice sounding hoarse. “About that.”

Qui-Gon’s heart sinks. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s… well, I’m not going to be able to make it, unfortunately.”

Qui-Gon sits down on the couch, taking a moment to compose himself, and then says, “I hope it was nothing I’ve done.”

“No, not at all,” Obi-Wan says quickly. There’s some faint noise in the background—beeping, maybe? “No, I would certainly still come if I could. But, well, I’m in the hospital.”

“Oh,” says Qui-Gon, briefly relieved, before processing what Obi-Wan’s said. “Oh! What happened? Are you alright?”

“I’m just fine,” Obi-Wan says. “I was hit by a car—not very hard, he only bumped me really. It was terribly foolish, of course, but I… well. As Bant said when she popped in to see me, I am ‘a reckless idiot who wouldn’t know common sense if it fell out of a tree and knocked me on the head’. And so I’ve been doomed to a few hours, perhaps a day, in this bed while they make sure that the minor concussion and bruised ribs won’t kill me.”

“Which hospital?” Qui-Gon asks, getting up again from the couch. He tucks his phone between his ear and his shoulder and begins gathering up his things: a phone charger, his wallet, his laptop and its charger, two of the three books he’d rejected in his earlier distraction. He packs them into a satchel, makes a mental note to pick up some food on the way over, and then goes looking for his keys.

“... Saint Paul’s. Why?”

“I’m coming down. Will they let me in to see you?”

“Probably—Qui-Gon, that really isn’t necessary. Anakin’s already been in to berate me, as has Bant, as I mentioned. I’ll be out tomorrow at the latest and we can make a new date.” Obi-Wan’s voice gives some lie to his words. He sounds faintly exasperated, yes, but he also sounds like he’s trying to hide a smile.

“Well, I’m not coming to berate you. I am coming to read to you from your choice of House of Names or A Room of One’s Own, as that is what I currently have in my bag, and to hold your hand.”

Obi-Wan makes a quiet noise on the other end of the line, and then says softly, “I won’t stop you if that’s what you want, but you really don’t have to.”

“I want,” Qui-Gon reassures. “I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“... Thank you, Qui-Gon.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Qui-Gon says, and then bids Obi-Wan farewell and hangs up, finally finds his keys, and walks out his door. Maybe his plans for asking Obi-Wan back to his apartment have been foiled, but he can still bring him dinner and finally kiss those long-awaited lips.

[skyywalkerfen]

@sanerontheinside I am so sorry, your prompt request is kicking. my. butt.  Damn thing is almost 1200 words and still going.  I will wrestle it into submission, I SWEAR I will...

[kettish]

Current prompts:

skyywalkerfen: Since you asked ... ;-)   Tell me what happened between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan when Qui is finally well enough/stable enough to return home from Naboo.

skyywalkerfen: Or ... tell us what happened when Obi gave Qui back his lightsabre. (My note: ...who says he does? I’d make that fool go get himself a new one for being epic levels of stupid!)

sanerontheinside: hmmm... prompts, you say... welp ok QuiObi bedsharing + cuddling for warmth mashup? :D  Addendum: (I probably failed to mention it because my brain is, in fact, made of cheese, but I would very much also not mind nsfw with the bed sharing and cuddles) (sry) (completely Swiss cheese 🧀 )

punsbulletsandpointythings: Oooh prompts? How about some scenario where Obi is talking to/hitting on someone, and that someone happens to be Qui-Gon, but Obi-Wan doesn't realize it's him? (My note: this leaves it open for either Qui-Gon to be in disguise, or Obi-Wan to be impaired. Can’t figure out which one is funnier.)

kettish’s ideas:

SkySolo take on “Courtship of Princess Leia,” wherein Han realizes he was dating Leia due to ingrained homphobia when actually he’s in love with Luke. Cue angst and romance ridden dash across Dathomir complete with rancors and dark Force users. (This will be a longer project that I’ll work on around other smaller prompts.)

ficlet/character study: Luke isn’t a bunny--he’s a coyote: lean, hungry, best in a pack, able to adapt anywhere and to anything. Luke would be the coyote on the subway, or going into the convenience store to hide in the fridge on a hot day. He’s the kind of coyote that navigates New York City in the dead of night.

Short fic where Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are on a mission and are deprived of their pair bond, therefore they have to resolve relationship problems with...gasp! THEIR WORDS

Short fic with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon featuring breathplay, side helping of size kink. I mean, Jedi can go without breathing for a long time, but it’s not really submitting if they use that ability, is it? Qui-Gon strikes me as the recipient, as someone who likes having a bit of an edge to his submission, whereas Obi-Wan as a sub would be more into restraints and relinquishing control. (Only allowed to eat, drink, and piss on command, anyone?)

(Yeah, sue me, I’m a kinky bitch.)

[sanerontheinside]

@jediknighterrant: 

“It’s nothing,” Anakin insisted.

“Nothing? Really?”

Her hand snaked out to grasp his chin, roughly tilting his face up to the light. The bruise he’d tried to conceal was livid, shaping thin fingers in a brutal slap.

“Excuse me, I have some stupid in my ears. Care to repeat that lie?”

Ok – sorry, this took me ages, I wasn’t sure who to give that line to. Actually, writing children is one thing I’ve done relatively little of, so there was a little bit of awkwardness, too, working with characterisation I don’t explore much. Hope you like it, tho!

There was no way his Master wouldn’t see that bruise, and so now Anakin was hiding. Everyone knew about the lower levels of the Temple, of course – although some preferred to hide in the towers – but they also knew that if you didn’t want to be found, the Force could be confusing here. Lissi knew this place because she had shown it to him. 

Anakin’s face – his ears – burned with shame. He was broadcasting it into the Force, unable to control it or let go. He turned away, wanting to hide. Maybe he thought she’d leave him alone, if he didn’t say anything. After a moment, Lissi sighed and sat down next to him. 

“You have to tell your Master, Anakin. You can’t just let this go on.” 

Easy for her to say. Lissi was never picked on. Anakin didn’t understand it, exactly, though he knew what made him a target. He was an outsider from the Outer Rim, he didn’t sound like any of the children. He was rough and coarse and didn’t know if what he said was rude or somehow bad; he was too good at some things and not good enough at others. At least when he’d gotten into scraps on Tatooine, they’d been scraps among equals. 

Lissi, though, was slight and pretty. Anakin hated that he knew – knew she would have fetched a high price, with her purple skin and the dusting of freckles on her nose. She would have been claimed for Jabba before the bidding even began. The thought made him sick to his stomach – kind, sharp-tongued, fiery Lissi in Jabba’s palace. 

“Ani,” Lissi said softly, “he already knows.”

That only made him curl tighter in shame, and a faint whimper wrenched itself free of his control. 

She sighed, reaching out to rub his back gently. Lissi had seen Master Kenobi on the upper levels, she knew what Anakin didn’t - that Master Obi-Wan hadn’t been the least bit fooled by Kos’s story. Master Obi-Wan looked haggard and worried, and that he was giving the instructor the mother of all headaches just for taking the side of ‘it doesn’t matter who started it’. Lissi hadn’t understood everything, and didn’t wait around for very long before she went off to find Ani, but some of the things Master Kenobi had said were downright frightening. Something about the situation having only gotten worse since he’d been an Initiate. 

That was not a pleasant thought. Hadn’t she heard that some of Master Obi-Wan’s yearmates had died?

Lissi resolved not to think about that, though. Probably just silly rumours. 

“Why don’t you go to him?” she asked, trying not to sound like she was pushing, only curious. 

Anakin shook his head, face hidden away against his knees. “He wouldn’t…” 

Wouldn’t understand, Anakin wanted to say. Master Obi-Wan would tell him it’s not the Jedi way, would sigh and assign meditations to release his anger. But how was he suppose to release it when he couldn’t stop thinking – 

“There you are,” a soft voice interrupted his thoughts, kind and surprisingly gentle. “Initiate Saiyu, thank you for keeping Anakin company. If you don’t mind, I’d like to have a few words with my Padawan?” 

Anakin sniffed involuntarily, and Lissi hesitated. 

“You’re not in trouble, Ani,” Obi-Wan said, still gentle. Lissi looked between them, then reached for Anakin’s hand, hoping he’d giver her a sign. Master or no, she didn’t want to abandon him. 

Thankfully Anakin gave her hand a tight squeeze and nodded, which Lissi took as a go-ahead signal. She withdrew slowly, having the grace to be a little abashed at perhaps implying distrust of a Master, but Master Kenobi didn’t seem offended. He gave her a half-smile, and bowed with appreciation. Lissi flushed a little and scampered off. 

Obi-Wan stared at his Padawan’s huddled, shrinking form for a long moment before he sighed and settled himself beside the boy. He rested his fingertips lightly, cautiously, on Anakin’s shoulder, gratified when he leaned into the touch. 

“I never told you about my time in the créche,” Obi-Wan said after a moment, musing and a little regretful. “Perhaps I should have. It might have prepared you for some of the things you’ve already seen, though I doubt it would have made it any easier.” 

The sniffles quieted a little, and Anakin shifted closer to his Master. Obi-Wan sighed and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, guiding his Padawan to lean against him. 

“I once got into a fight with a crèchemate of mine,” Obi-Wan said Anakin stilled against him, which brought a faint smile to his lips. Oh, Anakin, he thought, and went on: “Provoking me was a favourite game of his, and I’m sorry to say I fell for it far more often than I should have. He goaded me into a match, at the end of which we were both rather bruised and rough-looking. Rather than take myself to the Healers and be forced to answer questions and tell them who had done this to me, I went back to my quarters and patched myself up as best as I could.”

Anakin stiffened, finally looking up at his Master, bruised cheek for the moment forgotten. Obi-Wan smiled a little at the sight of those large blue eyes, red-rimmed, wide with shock. He reached with his other hand and brushed a stray tear from Anakin’s cheek. The warmth of the Force danced over the bruise, healing and erasing any sign of the handprint. 

“I didn’t want any more trouble from him,” he explained softly, “and if I went to someone, if they tried to have him censured - well, that would be inviting trouble.” His expression turned solemn. “That didn’t work.” 

Anakin blinked. “What happened?”

“He went to the Healers himself, and told them I had cornered him.” 

Obi-Wan watched Anakin’s eyes widen, and then his Padawan sputtered in a flash of anger. “But – but –”

“Shh,” Obi-Wan forestalled any further words, lightly resting a fingertip on Anakin’s nose. “The point here, Anakin, is that you cannot let someone else tell your story for you. You cannot turn around and hide in the lower levels, letting them speak for you. Yes, alright, perhaps you were goaded, and your control failed. Perhaps you attacked in anger. It happens, sometimes. Sometimes those fights are not worth having. In time, you’ll learn to choose those battles more carefully, to have better control – I hardly expect that of you when I could not do the same myself. But it is equally true that sometimes your opponent will not quite adhere to the Jedi way, either.” 

Anakin bit his lip and looked away, processing that. “What do I do then?”

Obi-Wan sighed again and stretched his legs out in front of him. “Padawan, all I ask is that next time Initiate Kos gives you any trouble, you come to me. He has already been assigned a different schedule, but that will not prevent him from seeking you out, should he wish to.” He squeezed a narrow shoulder. “We’ll be assigned missions soon, Padawan mine, as soon as you finish this round of exams. But a lot can happen between now and then. Please, if anything should make you feel like you are not safe, tell me. Use the bond.”

I will always answer. 

Anakin looked up, rather like he hadn’t expected to hear Obi-Wan’s voice in his mind at all. He smiled, though it looked pretty ghastly on his tear-stained face. A fond huff escaped Obi-Wan as he wrapped his arms tightly around his Padawan. “Come on, off to bed with you,” he murmured rising and picking the boy up off his feet. 

For a moment Anakin wanted to protest that he could still walk, but Obi-Wan forestalled him with a shake of his head. “No, Ani. I can feel how tired you are. I think maybe you don’t realise how deep into the lower levels you went,” he added, and started walking. 

Perhaps that was true. Anakin fell asleep almost immediately, head resting against his Master’s collarbone, his ear pressed over the soothing sound of his heartbeat. He awoke only briefly as he was gently tucked into his bed in the Padawan room, and then he was asleep again before he could say anything about the nightmares or the cold. But the next morning he found himself wrapped in not only a blanket, but also his Master’s cloak. He didn’t remember any of his dreams, and his Master, fully dressed, lay curled up on the floor by his bed. 

[subobi]

SubObi Week #3 Masterlist

Our AO3 Collection 

If your submission isn’t included here please let me know!

Prompts:

Forced orgasms/overstimulation

Public

Cockcage

Rough sex

Omegaverse

Slavery (consensual or not) and/or Free use kink

Sharing fantasies

Submissions:

Collections or Prompt Combinations:

doing his part, happily by wrennette - Multiple pairings  

Subobi Week: Winter 2019/2020 by Millberry_5 - Multiple pairings 

Culture Clash by bbaker221 - Obiclones

Haze by Hero_Thief - Obiclones

Bounty by Hero_Thief - Jangobi

Day 1:

High noon by Gabriel4Sam - MaceObi

Too Much of a Good Thing by jellyjog - Obiclones

Decontamination by Hero_Thief - Monster

Inopportune Bounties by planetary_retrograde

Dynamic by sanerontheinside - Dooku/Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan

Day 2:

Nobody party like the Jedi by Gabriel4Sam - Quinobi

Day 3:

Whipped by Hero_Thief & jellyjog - Group 

Day 5:

To Choose, Slowly and Sweetly by TrickyTricky - Obiclones

Day 6:

Art by sweetbotwithoutheart - Obikin

Padawan Obi gets up to some SHIT by Hero_Thief - Group

Day 7:

Expectations Subverted by Hero_Thief - Obimaul