#that qui gon sleeps naked

[phoenixkaptain]

Now, the real question is: is Dooku really chill about Qui-Gon wearing whatever he wants or has Dooku given up on trying to get Qui-Gon to wear more layers?

I know it’s probably the first one but the second one is much funnier. Qui-Gon has come out of his room wearing absolutely no clothes whatsoever; last week, he was late to something and showed up without his robe even on; he has shown up in a tube top and Dooku does not know where he got the tube top —

Dooku sees Qui-Gon walk out and the only thing visible is too much collarbone and Dooku sighs with relief. Yes, the robes are open almost to Qui-Gon’s navel. Dooku is just happy he showed up in robes today.

#dooku #qui gon jinn #qui gon and dooku #star wars #star wars prequels #i saw someone suggest #that qui gon sleeps naked #to connect to the living force or so he claims #and you know what? #i like that a lot #he definitely does #dooku is so tired #dooku has to start being like one of those moms #who carries around extra clothes for when their kid gets messy #but dooku packs extra clothes #for when qui gon doesn’t wear clothes at all #the inane ramblings of a madman

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Caught {Qui-Gon Jinn x Reader}

Summary: You and Qui-Gon share an intimate morning that gets interrupted by Anakin who harbors a secret crush for you.

Warnings: 18+, mdni, F! reader, breastsucking, nipple play, being caught in the act, age gap (Qui-Gon is in his 40s, reader in their 20s, Anakin in his 20s), angst, nsfw

You were the first to wake. Eyes called open from the warmth of the sun cascading through the large window pane of Qui-Gon's bedroom. You stir from where you laid on your back to now face the handsome Jedi as he sleeps, free from stress and disturbances.

What better way to wake up than with kisses? You thought. Ever so lightly, you press soft pecks over his cheeks, chin, jaw, forehead and lastly on his lips. The final peck seems to pull him from the depths of his dreams and flutter his eyes open to see the goddess he has managed to call his own.

He couldn't help but stare at you. The sun projecting a hallow of light around your head. Skin so soft and warm from slumber, naked from the previous night's activities. He lazily kissed you back, mixing in words of affirmation and silly pet names.

As your movements became more passionate, you decide to sit up and lean your body over Qui-Gon to continue kissing and grant him access to fondle your plush breasts. The blanket that was once covering you slipped down to pool at the base of your hips.

Qui-Gon used his large hands to run down the length of your back to feel as much of you as possible. His kisses to your mouth turned to kisses and sucking at your nipples, causing your back to arch, pushing your ample breasts further into his face.

So enraptured by the feeling, your senses were delayed as you turned seconds after you heard the large wooden door creak open to see Anakin there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

His eyes were as wide as could be and the heaving of his chest was notable to you across the room. He couldn't look away from the ethereal figure before him.

He had always thought of you as beautiful but this was a revelation to him. You looked like the marble statues he saw in museums. You had the supple breasts of a breastfeeding mother, the tousled hair of a woman freshly fucked and the glow of an angel.

You however were mortified and screamed as if you were running around with you head cut off. Instantly dropping down into Qui-Gon's embrace you shake from self-consciousness and he grips you tight to his chest.

Now aware of the pain you are feeling and anger he has towards the young Jedi, Qui-Gon falls back on his protective nature and is darkened with rage.

"Anakin you must leave at once!" Qui-Gon all but barked at Anakin, which was enough to shake him from his thoughts of desire and envy to leave the room running.

All Anakin is thinking about is you. I want to be under her as she kisses me awake. I want to softly caress her skin, only I touch. I want to claim her as mine.

Turning his attention back to you, Qui-Gon hears your sniffles and hiccupped breathing. You were trembling with embarrassment.

Qui-Gon coos you up from the cave you dug between his chest and arm to reveal your red eyes and puffy lips. Qui-Gon held you close. His arms felt like a sanctuary of warmth and reassurance while he gently stroked your back in soothing circles, whispering words of love and understanding.

Later on he will give Anakin a stern talking to and remind him of the importance of privacy but for now, the two of you will lay in bed sharing a level of intimacy designed for only two souls.

Qui-Gon's thoughts are loud, but he picks up on louder ones coming from Anakin who is stoked with desire and craving a moment alone with you.

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[angsty-violet]

Downtime

Qui-Gon narrowed his eyes as he watched the medics patch Obi-Wan up. They were having somewhat of a difficult time doing so, as he was holding his pad and not allowing them to have access to his wounds. Qui-Gon could tell that the medics were rapidly becoming fed up with Obi-Wan, and he found himself feeling similarly. Obi-Wan had gone from neglecting his health to downright abusing it, and Qui-Gon wasn’t going to put up with it.

Qui-Gon stepped in and took the pad from Obi-Wan.

“Hey, I wasn’t finished with that!”

Qui-Gon tucked it under his arm and turned to the three clone medics. “A moment, please, gentlemen.”

The three looked relieved that someone was finally dealing with Obi-Wan and stepped out to work on another patient.

“You are finished with this. You are going to let them patch you up, and then you and I are going back to our quarters. There I am going to strip you naked, tie you to the bed and fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to get out of resting, even if you weren’t tied down. Do I make myself perfectly clear? Or am I going to have to spank some good sense into your plush behind?”

“I understand you.”

Qui-Gon was almost a little disappointed. He loved spanking Obi-Wan. However, it was nice to have him comply for once.

“Good, now, let’s finish up your exam.”

When they returned to their quarters, Obi-Wan sighed lightly and flopped down on the bed. Qui-Gon narrowed his eyes and nudged him gently. Obi-Wan batted at him, annoyed.

“Come on, Qui-Gon, I just want to sleep. You can’t be serious about what you said earlier.”

Qui-Gon pinched one of Obi-Wan’s ears and pulled him up into a sitting position. “I am. You are going to go into the refresher and clean up. Then I am going to do exactly what I ordered you to do.”

Obi-Wan scowled at him. “I said I’m tired. Too tired even for the refresher. Just let me sleep.”

“The refresher is non-negotiable. If you really don’t want to take advantage of this rare opportunity of downtime to make love to me, that’s fine. I am not having you contract a deadly disease just because you didn’t want to clean up. Now, go!”

Obi-Wan shook his head. He had been hankering for a spanking for months. For a chance to really let go and let Qui-Gon have some control. The war had been so much that he needed a little time where he didn’t have to be in charge.

Qui-Gon was picking up what he was putting down. Obi-Wan clearly needed this, and Qui-Gon was never one to deny him anything. Let alone something that he loved to do to him.

“Alright then, have it your way. Strip, I want you completely naked.”

Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment and then complied; He could tell from the tone of Qui-Gon’s voice that he meant business. He stripped out of his filthy battle clothes and sighed in relief at finally being out of the blood-soaked, mud-streaked armor. Qui-Gon was clearly right; he did need to be clean.

However, that could wait a few minutes. Qui-Gon didn’t even have to say anything else. He just crooked a finger, and Obi-Wan allowed himself to be draped over Qui-Gon’s lap. The tension immediately seeped out of him. He was here with his lover, and Qui-Gon would take care of him.

Qui-Gon didn’t feel like there was much to lecture about, and he knew that Obi-Wan desperately needed this.

He laid down a single heavy smack that echoed through the small room. Qui-Gon heard a soft hitch from Obi-Wan but other than that, he was silent. Without a forthcoming safe-word, Qui-Gon started the spanking in earnest.

Qui-Gon was ready to move on to the next step by the time Obi-Wan started to moan. He had been spanking for about fifteen minutes, and Obi-Wan’s hard-on had been rubbing his thigh for about ten. He set him firmly back on his feet and gestured to the small, attached refresher.

“Go clean yourself up.”

“What’s the point of me getting cleaned up just for you to get me all dirty again?”

“Brat!” Qui-Gon swatted at Obi-Wan again, and Obi-Wan danced away. He was in a much better mood, and he had to admit that he did want to take advantage of their downtime. He slipped into the refresher and moaned lightly at the feeling of finally, truly being clean. Not just rushed scrub downs or hasty splashes of water. He hadn’t had the opportunity for a real shower in weeks. It was almost enough to keep him inside the small compartment.

After finally being cleansed of the day, Obi-Wan stepped out and made his way to the small bed. It was barely big enough for Qui-Gon alone, but somehow they managed to make do, even with two of them. He glanced around and was disappointed to find that Qui-Gon wasn’t in the room.

Suddenly the day started to catch up with him, and Obi-Wan felt the distinct urge to close his eyes and sleep. He laid down on the bed and started to doze lightly. He was woken by soft kisses on his face and neck.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and looked into Qui-Gon’s. “Where did you go?”

Qui-Gon laughed and kissed Obi-Wan again. “I also went to clean up. You weren’t the only one that was completely filthy. Plus, we needed some supplies if I’m going to ravage you tonight.” Qui-Gon held out a bottle of lube and a short section of soft rope.

Obi-Wan grinned and moved into his favorite position to be tied in. His hands were over his head, and he was close enough to the headboard it wouldn’t stress his shoulders. Qui-Gon bound him tightly and couldn’t help kissing his bound wrists gently.

He kissed his way down Obi-Wan’s neck, between his nipples, and gently nipped at Obi-Wan’s belly button. Obi-Wan moaned and tried to thrust up into him, but Qui-Gon stopped him by pinning his hips into place. Qui-Gon smiled lightly and then moved to where Obi-Wan’s dick was making an appearance.

“If I let go of you, are you going to lay there and behave, or are you going to be naughty?”

Obi-Wan pouted. “Not like I could go anywhere anyway.”

Qui-Gon’s smile turned into a lecherous grin. “There is that.” Qui-Gon let go of Obi-Wan’s hips and leaned over to where the bottle of lube had been dropped. He slicked up three fingers and pressed them gently into Obi-Wan’s puckered hole.

Obi-Wan sighed lightly at the warmth and settled himself into the feeling. He had really missed this.

Qui-Gon didn’t take too long to stretch Obi-Wan. They needed to be up early in the morning for duty, and for that, they needed to rest. Only enough to make sure that it would be comfortable for Obi-Wan.

“Are you ready for me, handsome?”

Obi-Wan was starting to feel a little floaty. “Mm-hm. I’m ready.”

Qui-Gon positioned himself and slid into Obi-Wan’s warmth with a single, solid thrust. Obi-Wan gasped at the feeling and tried to push back against Qui-Gon, but his bound hands didn’t allow him to do much more than wiggle in the general direction. Qui-Gon had bottomed out and was feeling a little mean. Obi-Wan tried to get him to move and then moaned in annoyance when he wouldn’t.

“Before I fuck your beautiful brains out, I want you to beg for it.”

Obi-Wan glared at him. “Come on, Qui-Gon, I just want a fuck.”

“No. Beg.”

Obi-Wan squirmed and, when he wasn’t getting anywhere, looked away with a dark blush covering his cheeks.

“Please.” The word was so soft that Qui-Gon could barely make it out.

“Now, Obi-Wan, I know you know what I meant. When I say beg, that means I want you to beg me to fuck you. Not just a little whisper of want.”

Obi-Wan suddenly bucked his hips, and Qui-Gon felt himself slide partway out and then all the way back in. He grinned in delight. One of the best things about having sex with Obi-Wan was that he was strong and flexible, and it could make any time in bed an adventure. It didn’t mean that Qui-Gon was going to give in.

“Fine! Please, Qui-Gon fuck me! I’m so desperate for you that if I could unravel these ropes, I’d throw you on the bed and make sure that the only thing you could think about was me!”

“Close enough!” Qui-Gon took up a brutal pace. Normally he would’ve waited longer, but he was as desperate for it as Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan rocked back into him, and they were out of sync for a moment. Then. Obi-Wan managed to match his pace and then moved together.

Normally Qui-Gon would dirty talk Obi-Wan until his eyes rolled back in his head, but today he was tired. This wasn’t supposed to be anything too elaborate or complicated. Qui-Gon hadn’t even anticipated the spanking or the rope. Not that he was against them; they just weren’t in his original plan.

Now that they were at this part of things, Qui-Gon could feel the day starting to wear. He didn’t have the energy for a long, drawn-out fuck and knew that Obi-Wan didn’t either. So, he moved until he thrust sharply into Obi-Wan’s prostate every time. With his orgasm, impending Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan’s warm cock into his hand. He slid a long finger behind Obi-Wan’s balls and pressed gently.

Obi-Wan responded by bucking up into Qui-Gon. It was more than Qui-Gon could stand, and he came deep into Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan moaned lightly at the sensation of being filled with warm cum, but he still squirmed, showing that he was still waiting for his own release. Qui-Gon didn’t pull out even though he was beginning to feel oversensitive. He gently stroked Obi-Wan’s cock and smiled down at his lover.

It only took a few strokes, and Obi-Wan was following after him. He moaned lightly and came, splattering both of them in cum. Qui-Gon leaned down and kissed Obi-Wan. He licked off the cum that had splattered on Obi-Wan’s lips.

“You were beautiful, my love.”

Obi-Wan sighed lightly in agreement, and Qui-Gon carefully slid out of him. He laid down next to Obi-Wan with a whole-body sigh. He had loved the time with Obi-Wan, but now the day was catching up with him. He was ready to sleep the day’s battle off.

Obi-Wan swatted at him, annoyed that Qui-Gon wasn’t moving to get up and clean them off. He finally grew tired of being sticky and got up himself. Obi-Wan slipped into the bathroom and then returned with a damp cloth. He scrubbed at the cum that covered both of them and then tossed the towel lazily toward the bathroom. It could wait for tomorrow.

“Was that what you were looking for, darling?” Qui-Gon’s words startled Obi-Wan because he had broken the silence, and Obi-Wan had thought he had already dozed off. Apparently, that wasn’t true. Obi-Wan flopped down next to Qui-Gon and snuggled close to him.

“That was exactly what I was looking for. I’m really glad that you were able to understand I needed a spanking without me having to say it out loud.”

Qui-Gon moved so that Obi-Wan was pressed tightly to his side. He buried his face in Obi-Wan’s head.

“Next time, I am making you tell me what you want. But I could tell that you just needed me to make you let go. You’ve been falling apart lately, and I knew that you needed something more.”

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and leaned closer. “You take such good care of me. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you, not just for tonight, but for always being there with me.”

Qui-Gon smiled and closed his own eyes. “As long as I am alive, I am always going to be there for you. Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight.”

#star wars prequels #qui gon jinn #obi-wan kenobi #quiobi

[dreaminghour]

QuiAni Modern AU - Sleeping habits

Event: @domaystic Fandom: Star Wars Rating: Mature Audiences Prompt: 16 Sleeping habits Ship: Qui-Gon/Anakin Context: Modern AU. Qui-Gon is a karate instructor and Anakin is an adult model who takes his self-defense course. He then gives Qui-Gon a link to his page in an attempt to ask him out. Words: 1010

Sunday mornings Anakin wakes early enough to make them both waffles. He makes them from box mix, but Qui-Gon says he doesn't mind. He doesn't bring them to bed because of the early mishap that has all but scarred him. The house is quiet without his roommates awake, but that's what Qui-Gon prefers.

Qui-Gon barely eats anything but Anakin doesn't mind. When he's done, he puts all the dishes in the dishwasher and goes back to bed, drifting until his phone rings in the afternoon, usually Qui-Gon asking if he can drop by.

"Of course," Anakin says, suffused with pleasure that Qui-Gon wants to come by.

On this occasion, Qui-Gon comes back into the bedroom quietly, sitting softly on the side of the bed, stroking fingers lightly across Anakin's head where it peeks out from the covers.

"Is this what you do when I leave?" Qui-Gon asks, smiling when Anakin scrunches his nose and burrows back under the covers.

"Sorry," Anakin says. "You just wake up so much earlier than me."

"What do you mean? You get up earlier than I do."

Anakin peeks out with one eye and squints at him, his voice muffled.

"That's only so I can play good host." He huffs. "I need my beauty sleep." And he's gone once more.

Qui-Gon laughs loud enough to wake the house if they're around, but he takes off his clothes and gets back under the covers in only his boxers.

It takes a while for Anakin to realize—

"Don't you have work?"

"I forgot it was a holiday," Qui-Gon replies, his voice drowsy and warm.

"Oh… Mm…" So Anakin snuggles close.

~~~

It's hard on Saturdays for Qui-Gon to stay up, but since the first time Anakin invited him to watch him shoot his boudoir sets he can't say no.

Qui-Gon has a morning and afternoon class, but since he's been seeing Anakin, he stopped teaching for the evening class as well. He's not eager to let go of all his weekend shifts, not yet, but he relishes the extra time, especially since he gets to see Anakin work.

He's never been one for lingerie, and truth be told, Anakin isn't either. He wears it to keep things interesting on his page, to know the periods of his life a photo comes from if he finds it online where it shouldn't be. Qui-Gon tries not to be appalled at that, but Anakin shrugs it off so he tries to as well.

"Counter intuitive, but the more you charge for them, the more likely people won't share them. They're greedy like that."

It isn't about the lingerie itself, Qui-Gon knows.

Anakin doesn't do much on Saturdays. It's just the formal shoot he does each week, practice at setting up his equipment while his roommates are out at clubs or with partners. He doesn't always have the entire apartment to himself, but he uses the big room next to his bedroom as his studio more freely when he's alone.

Qui-Gon does very little comparatively.

Anakin sometimes wears a suit, sometimes just soft lounge clothes, slowly taking them off for the camera, but his eyes wander. There's a persona, a kind of haughtiness that belies Anakin's age, thrilling Qui-Gon in a way he didn't know he could be.

Anakin confessed that he hoped Qui-Gon would ravish him after that first photoshoot. Qui-Gon nearly didn't.

Since Anakin is usually naked, or nearly, Qui-Gon doesn't need to bother with undressing him. The previous hours have been a slow tease for both of them, Anakin doing all the work while Qui-Gon occasionally holds a bounce board, or just moves a light. He doesn't care about the lace, or the satin, the ruffles or the straps, but he loves seeing the acres of golden skin slowly revealed, strip by strip.

This only makes things worse when Anakin realizes.

Ostensibly, he's not changing anything in his photoshoots. The point is that they are for an audience, not for one specific man, but things change anyway. Anakin only breaks eye contact with Qui-Gon when the shutter goes off and half the time he needs to re-take the photo because he didn't do it quickly enough. It's like a sweet torture because it makes everything take longer. But there's something more raw, more feral in those photos and Anakin says he's been making more money.

Qui-Gon doesn't mind that the photos aren't just for him. He knows Anakin makes videos as well, sometimes in those outfits, but he's never watched them. He's building up a store of memories instead, lived moments that mean more than a video made for some nondescript audience could.

It's not about the lingerie, it's about the person you wear it for.

Anakin's never had to work to stay hard during his shoots, the whole idea is arousing to him, but now he has to be careful he doesn't get off too soon. He saves the most vulnerable parts for last, careful not to touch himself too much, wary of letting all his hard work go to waste.

Qui-Gon doesn't know how to tell him it would never be a waste.

There was one time which stuck in Qui-Gon's mind because he nearly came in his pants just from grinding against Anakin — who was naked as per. He was only saved because Anakin reached in to jerk him off and got it on his hand instead. He'd been watching Anakin get hard, straining a pair dark-red lace panties which shouldn't have been especially arousing, and yet. He watched Anakin move around, continually adjusting himself so the thick length of his cock wouldn't slip out until the right moment.

They stay up late on Saturday nights. Qui-Gon usually falls asleep before Anakin, cuddling with him in bed after they've calmed down a bit. Anakin stays up later editing photos on his laptop,

Sundays were for queuing up Saturday's efforts and replying to comments. Most often from bed.

In between Anakin sleeping late and Qui-Gon sleeping early, they managed to find plenty of time for one another.

#very suggestive almost e rated #quiani #quiani modern au #domaystic2023 #2023day16 #dreamy does fic #dreamy does domaystic #star wars fic #cuddling #lingerie

[jedibongrip]

TERRIBLE MEAN HORNY THOUGHT:

CW: a/b/o, forced marriage, age swap, qui bashing lmao

kinda an age reversal and modern/non-gffa au. obi-wan is qui-gon's (16 - 17 yo) omega son, much to qui-gon's (not so) quiet disappointment. obi-wan does his best to live up to all qui-gon's hopes that he had for an alpha child - he's smart, he works hard, he tries not to let people push him around. but he can't change his nature, and thats really what qui-gon is most disappointed in. the son that qui-gon desperately wants is anakin, who is 16 years older than obi-wan, an alpha, and probably qui-gon's favourite person in the world. (maybe qui-gon is a professor and he met anakin during his first year of college. anakin deciding to switch majors was the 2nd biggest disappointment in qui-gon's life, next to obi-wan presenting as an omega.) anakin is always coming over for dinner and accompanying qui-gon on trips that obi-wan is 'too young' for. once obi-wan presents, anakin starts looking at him more, touching him more casually, asking him questions in a gentle voice. obi-wan will bring him water or beer (after qui-gon tells obi-wan that he's being a poor host, as if it was obi-wan who invited anakin over, instead of him), and anakin will grab his wrist and hold him in place for a few minutes while he chats to obi-wan about what he's been up to. and, it's not terrible, but its not great. obi-wan is in this weird stage of life where a lot of people don't like him, but a lot of people also seem to want to sleep with him. his friends all have these big life plans, but qui-gon seems to swing from wanting obi-wan to go to a university really far away and disuading him of higher education altogether. he just has a lot on his mind.

but at some point, his friend quinlan broaches the topic of them having sex together and obi-wan thinks its a pretty good idea. they go to obi-wan's house when qui-gon is supposed to be teaching and spent some time tentatively undressing and touching each other. of course, qui-gon interupts them (before they can really do anything! sure, both of them were naked, and yeah, quinlan's an alpha, but they weren't even fucking!) and goes absolutely mental. quinlan barely has enough time to grab all his clothes before he's being thrown out and obi-wan is subject to yelling and insults for hours. in the following days, qui-gon's disappointment and anger turns cold. he barely looks at obi-wan, and when he does it's chilling and unpleased. in the mornings, instead of small talk and 'have a good day', all he says it that obi-wan needs to cover up more and that he's to come straight home after school, no friends allowed. stupidly, obi-wan thinks this is the worst things could get. maybe qui-gon is so sick of the sight of him that he will make obi-wan go to the furthest university possible.

obi-wan's assumptions and world falls apart when qui-gon tells him, a few days later, that he's come to a decision. since obi-wan clearly feels that he's grown up enough to be having sex, and since qui-gon clearly cant control him the way he needs (the way an alpha controls their omega, obi-wan reads), qui-gon decides that it's time for obi-wan to mate with someone who can control him. (by now, obi-wan is stunned into silence. he knows he may not be the best son, not the one that qui-gon wanted, but he thought, well, he thought he wasn't a bad kid. he thought that qui-gon loved him enough.) obi-wan is young enough that qui-gon, as his father and an alpha, legally can just marry him off, essentially making him another alpha's property. and qui-gon has just the alpha in mind!

anakin skywalker, the man that qui-gon always wanted as a son, but he'll settle for a son-in-law. anakin who always expressed interest in obi-wan since he presented, apparently much more explicitly when obi-wan wasn't in the room. anakin, who, apparently, suggested this 'solution' when qui-gon complained about how his omega son was becoming a whore. obi-wan has no say in this arrangement. all his plans for his future, and even whether he stays at the same school, or even graduates, will now be subject to anakin's approval. he's to be married by the end of the month.

when anakin comes over for dinner a few nights later, the alpha is overjoyed. he leers at obi-wan openly, tugs him into his lap, lays a hand on obi-wan's thigh. qui-gon smiles and shakes his head, like they're young lovers, instead of a future hostage and their keeper.

HMM IM RUNNING OUT OF STEAM BUT OTHER POINTS

anakin demands to 'check' that obi-wan is a virgin

anakin actually does 'let' obi-wan go to university, but one close by and he lives at home during it. he likes having an intelligent conversation partner and he wants obi-wan to like the gilded cage anakin keeps him in.

anakin takes obi-wan off heat suppressants because of course he does <3

obi-wan is actually sooo mad how much he enjoys having sex with anakin. he's mad and scared the first time but anakin spends so much time doting on him, getting him comfortable, opening him up. its better than obi-wan could have hoped, given the circumstances, and as he grows more comfortable (or just, accepts his situation) he finds himself enjoying sex more and more

anakin also makes obi-wan cover up when he leaves the house, but he practically strips obi-wan down to nothing as soon as theyre inside

obi-wan is only allowed to visit quinlan when he's wearing a cock cage, has anakin's come inside him, and is wearing a plug <3

obi-wan gets pregnant before he graduates uni - anakin waited 3 years, thats long enough! (plus, anakin wants to make sure obi-wan doesnt have any thoughts of leaving anakin for some stupid college boy he meets. the thought of obi-wan sitting in his classes, pregnant, clearly mated, makes anakin purr with contentment)

there we go, mean horny thought, completed

#m #bongrip ideas #obkin #< for the blacklist

[iidigestive-readerii]

Ok...a prompt...

I have two, but I don't know if they are your taste or not.

One: Hypothermia with Satine and Obi-Wan during the year on the run complete with stripping down to your underware and get in the sleeping bag. With Qui-Gon being there and all the embarrassment

Two: During the clone wars cresche masters are in short supply so Ahsoka and Barris take over on space Halloween. They let the younglings go trick or treating. Chaos ensues

*snort* oh, I really hope you don't mind my weird sense of humor @caffineandsugar

*

"Oh Obi-Wan, but we must! You know it's the only way!"

Obi-Wan cracked his eyes open at the voice, staring blearily at the screen. He frowned, his mind trying to catch up to what he was seeing on screen.

"You fell asleep during the movie. I didn't bother to turn if off."

"But it's against the Code - and what if my master finds us? We cannot - "

Craning his head, he winced from the uncomfortable position on the couch and slowly straightened so he was upright. "What is this?"

Satine smirked, glancing from her datapad to the screen, where actor-Satine and actor-Obi-Wan were undressing. "Some genius screenwriter thought to adapt my notes about our year on the run into a docu-drama."

Rubbing his neck, Obi-Wan watched the actors depicting them fall into a suspicious amount of pillows in the cave, clothed in only their undergarments. He snorted as the camera zoomed out, revealing a raging thunderstorm.

"We're supposed to have hyperthermia," Satine supplied.

"Mmm," Obi-Wan reached for the remote and turned the program off. "I find that rather insulting."

"It's just a dumb series. They'll probably do something about the Clone Wars soon."

"True." Obi-Wan crawled over to the other side of the couch and ontop of her, nuzzling her neck. "But I never take that long to get you naked."

Satine burst into laughter, dropping the datapad on the ground and wrapping her limbs around him.

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[jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets]

The Will of the Force - CH 11

Fandom: Star Wars Rating: Mature Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obikin AO3 Masterlist

Summary:  What if Obi-wan hadn’t been granted permission to train Anakin in the ways of the Force? What if Qui-Gon hadn’t perished during the battle with Darth Maul? How differently would things have turned out?

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Chapter 11 

     Obi-Wan woke to his new favourite sight in the entire galaxy. The sun was just beginning to stream through the windows, still tinted with the golden orange hue of the first signs of the sunrise, washing across Anakin’s still sleeping face where it rested on Obi-Wan’s chest. The blanket had been long lost in the heat of their love making the night before, and Anakin's naked body was on display for him, fitting perfectly against his own. 

     He looked down at him and smiled at the marks he could see on his neck, screaming to the world that Anakin was his and only his. He ran his fingers through his messy hair and gently traced his other hand along the perfect curve of his back, and memories from the night before came flooding back to him. The memory of Anakin's skin against his own, moving together in perfect harmony. The memory of Anakin's lips against his, tongues mixing together, tasting each other, and oh how sweet Anakin had tasted. The memory of how it felt to be inside Anakin, with his arms and legs wrapped around him as he thrust into him, finally becoming one completed heart, one completed soul. 

     And now, as he lay there thinking of his perfect world currently sleeping on his chest, looking down at him with only love in his eyes, only one thought crossed his mind. Even sleep ruffled and thoroughly fucked, Anakin was the most beautiful being in the entire galaxy. 

     Anakin stirred against him, running a hand up his chest and coming to rest on Obi-Wan’s cheek, then murmured with his eyes still closed, “You really think I'm beautiful?”

     “Of course I do, my love, I-” Obi-Wan stopped, head tilted, then lifted up a bit more to get a better look at Anakin and asked, “Wait, how did you… how did you know I thought you were beautiful?”

     Anakin lifted his head and gave Obi-Wan a very confused, and still half asleep look. “I heard you say it… are you okay, Obi-Wan? Did I really wear you out that much last night?”

     “Anakin,” he started with a shake of his head, “I didn't say that out loud, I thought it in my head.”

     He opened his eyes a little wider, more alert and asked, “Did I read your mind? Can I hear your thoughts?! How is that even possible?”

     “It has been said that if the bond between a Master and a Padawan is strong enough, then thought transference is possible, though it is extremely rare. I myself have never known anyone who has achieved it.” Then he smiled at Anakin and placed a hand over his where it still rested against his cheek. “Our bond must have strengthened after we gave ourselves fully to each other last night.”

     “I knew we were meant for each other.”

     “Right as always, dear one,” Obi-Wan smiled, then turned and placed a kiss on the palm of Anakin's hand and said, “tell me if you can hear this thought.”

     Anakin focused his mind, let the Force surround him as Obi-Wan had been teaching him, then reached out towards the bond and he did hear it. Clear as day, as if the thought were being said in his very own head, ‘I have never known true love until I met you, my sweet Anakin’. The thought made him blush and turn away, his entire body filling with delight as Obi-Wan’s voice echoed in his mind.

     “I heard it,” he whispered, then suddenly turned back to Obi-Wan with a playfully evil smirk and said, “okay, tell me if you can hear my thoughts.”

     Obi-Wan rested his head back against the pillow and waited, he didn't have to focus nearly as hard as Anakin, before Anakin's voice was inside his head. “Really, Anakin, so early?” He shook his head as Anakin's smirk grew impossibly more impish, though he was also fighting back an elated smile. “I am no young man you know.”

     “You may not be, but I am,” Anakin said as he lifted himself up to straddle Obi-Wan’s hips, “I can do most of the work for the both of us.”

     The shift in Anakin's position revealed that Obi-Wan was just as hard as he was, and both of them groaned when Anakin took advantage of the angle he was at and ground down into Obi-Wan, rubbing their aching cocks together. He kept up a steady rhythm of thrusts as he bent down to suck at Obi-Wan’s neck for a moment, Obi-Wan’s heavy panting in his ear spurring him on. “Do you want me to stop…old man?” He breathed against Obi-Wan’s ear with a smirk, knowing full well exactly what his answer would be.

     “I may not be as young as you, dear one, but I am no old man,” he turned and captured Anakin's lips in a dirty kiss, and already Anakin knew he wouldn't last long, “and I most certainly was not saying no to more of this.”

     “I don't need much to be ready,” he whispered against his lips, and Obi-Wan took no time in reaching to the bedside table to grab the tube of bacta.

     Anakin was right, he was still a bit loose from their last session, so Obi-Wan’s first finger slid in easily, and Anakin was already pushing back against it. Seconds later he added another finger, and soon after a third, and when Anakin was a writhing and grinding mess above him, he pulled his fingers out and slicked up his cock. 

     When he was ready he took hold of Anakin's hips and shifted to roll them over, but Anakin planted his legs on the bed and stopped him from moving. “No, wait.” Obi-Wan stopped his movements and looked up when Anakin lifted off of him, hovering just slightly above his hard cock. “I want to try it this way. Just let me.”

     Obi-Wan just nodded and loosened his grip on Anakin's waist, then laid back and let him take charge. He watched with wide eyes as Anakin sat back, and then lowered himself just enough so that the tip of his cock was rubbing against Anakin's hole. Anakin tossed his head back, eyes closed, as he slowly lowered himself on Obi-Wan’s cock, and slid all the way down until he was fully seated. 

     Without even giving Obi-Wan so much as a second to collect himself, Anakin started moving. He lifted himself back up and slammed immediately back down, pressing Obi-Wan mercilessly into the bed. He started up a quick pace, bouncing on Obi-Wan’s cock, and was already a moaning mess along with Obi-Wan. Not only was the feeling of Anakin around his cock pushing him quickly over the edge, but the sight that was before him was enough to make him come on its own. 

     Anakin still had his head thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth open as the lewdest noises escaped his lips. His back was arched slightly over Obi-Wan’s knees, his hands reaching back and clutching tightly to his thighs for balance. And as Obi-Wan’s eyes trailed further down the taut muscles of Anakin's stomach, they landed on his cock which was bouncing in time with him, the tip occasionally coming down to smack against Obi-Wan’s stomach, smearing precome with every touch. 

     Barely able to control himself any longer, Obi-Wan tossed his head back against the pillows, moaning with every press of Anakin's body against him. He arched up into Anakin, lifting his hips off the bed and thrusting up into him with every bounce, which had Anakin seeing stars and moaning so loud Obi-Wan was sure they would have heard him in the city. 

     Obi-Wan kept hitting his prostate over and over again, Anakin's body starting to turn into mush above him, his moans coming out rasped and gravelly from the barrage of pleasure coursing through him. His hands trailed slow up Anakin's sides as he arched harder into him, grabbing Anakin and forcing him down onto his cock impossibly harder. Anakin moved his hands from Obi-Wan’s thighs to grab his hands on his sides and entwined their fingers together, then leaned forward a bit to give Obi-Wan more access to thrust up into him. 

     They were both so caught up in their love making, the only thing they could get out were wanton moans and grunts of each other's names, and Anakin wasn't surprised when Obi-Wan sent his words of praise over their newly strengthened bond. ‘Oh, Anakin, you are so beautiful, such a good boy for me.’ 

     The praise nearly finished Anakin. He didn't think he was ever going to get enough of Obi-Wan not only calling him his ‘good boy’ but now he could do it inside his head. Then he leaned forward even further, his hands still clasped tightly to Obi-Wan’s, and added a roll to his hips that drove them both insane, and again he had Obi-Wan’s voice inside his head again. ‘Ah yes, Anakin, you take it so well, dear one, my very good boy.’

     Anakin was too far gone to even attempt to say anything across the bond, seconds away from coming completely undone. Obi-Wan felt the shift in Anakin through the bond and stopped his thrusting to sit straight up, pressed tightly against Anakin’s chest. One arm moved to wrap around his waist and hold him close, and the other hand reached quickly between them to grab the base of Anakin's cock and stop him from coming. “Oh no, darling,” Obi-Wan all but growled into Anakin's mouth, his lips parted in a silent moan, eyes rolled back, “you will not come, I am not done with you yet.”

     The command in Obi-Wan’s voice shot lightning straight to Anakin's gut and his body jolted involuntarily against Obi-Wan’s, but he was not letting Anakin move. What power Anakin had at the beginning of this was completely lost now, Obi-Wan had taken control in less than the blink of an eye and Anakin didn't even care. 

     What he did care about was the fact that Qbi-Wan still had a tight hold on his cock as well as his hips, and would not let Anakin move, clearly trying to calm him down and drag this out as long as they could. They were both panting hard, their foreheads pressed together, breaths mixing between them. Their chests heaved in sync with their breaths, the sweat slicked skin of their chests rubbing against each other, and Anakin was loving the feeling of Obi-Wan’s golden hairs scratching against the smoothness of his skin. 

     Eventually Anakin became impatient, wanting desperately to feel Obi-Wan moving inside him again, and started trying to grind his hips into Obi-Wan. But Obi-Wan was relentless, hell bent on keeping the control he had taken from Anakin, and held his hips with a bruising grip. “Mmm,” he smirked against Anakin's lips, “my darling, I love how eager you are, but you will wait.”

     Anakin whined at the command and lunged forward, desperate to connect with Obi-Wan in any way, trying to connect their lips in a messy kiss. But Obi-Wan managed to evade him and pulled back with a chuckle, leaving Anakin to chase after him and whine again. “Obi-Wan, please,” he begged, his voice raspy and practically gone from all the moaning, “please, I need-” He stopped as he choked back another moan.

     Obi-Wan closed his eyes, leaning forward and moaning into Anakin's neck, licking a bruise from the night before, “Tell me what you need, my love, tell me everything that you want.”

     “I want you to, ahh…” He groaned as Obi-Wan bit down on yesterday's mark and wound his hands tighter into his hair, “I want you to move, I want to feel you inside me.”

     “What else,” he lifted his head up to nip along his jawline, “what else do you want?”

     “I want you to make me come, Force Obi-Wan, I need you to make me come,” Anakin pulled harder on Obi-Wan’s hair and gripped tighter to him with his legs, then grazed his teeth along his ear and whispered, “and I want you to come inside me, Obi-Wan, mark me and make me yours.”

     Obi-Wan growled against Anakin's neck, a primal urge surging through his body as he released Anakin's cock and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back, nose to nose now. “As you wish, my love.”

     Without warning he held Anakin's waist tighter, and lifted him slightly above his hips so he could thrust up into him at an alarming pace. Anakin instantly threw his head back and dug his nails into Obi-Wan’s shoulders, screaming his name as they were both engulfed in complete ecstasy and oh so close. 

     Anakin couldn't take it anymore, just a few more thrusts and he knew he would be coming all over their chests. “Ah, Obi-Wan!” He moaned, “I'm so… so close, I need-”

     He was cut off by another moan pulled right from his gut, and Obi-Wan moved his lips to his ear, moaning himself before he growled, “Come for me Anakin, come now, my love.” 

     That was all it took for Anakin to completely unravel. He clutched impossibly tighter to Obi-Wan as he came while screaming his name, his come smearing between them while Obi-Wan kept pounding into him. But it wasn't long before his thrusts became sporadic, just a few more before he held Anakin right against his chest, pulled him fully down onto his cock, and cried out Anakin's name against his neck while his body stilled and he came inside him. 

     Once Anakin had milked Obi-Wan of all he had, Obi-Wan collapsed backward pulling Anakin down with him, and the two of them laid wrapped together and panting against the skin of each other's flushed necks. It took them a while to calm down, Anakin's entire body was shaking with pleasure, with the force of his climax, and the ache of Obi-Wan’s love making shot through every nerve. Force, he never thought he would be able to have this, that Obi-Wan would want him, let alone choose him over everything else. Sometimes he wondered if it was all real, if it would last past the next sunrise.

     “Mmm,” he hummed into Obi-Wan’s neck, reveling in the feel of Obi-Wan’s gentle hands running up and down his back, touching his shoulders then sliding all the way down to his butt every time, his fingers grazing his hole where Obi-Wan was still inside him, “this isn't a dream right?”

     Obi-Wan chuckled lightly, bouncing Anakin on his chest as he did. “Why would you think this is a dream?”

     “Because I can't believe this is actually happening, that you're really here with me, that you love me.”

     “But I do love you, Anakin, and that is very real.”

     “I know,” Anakin shifted to hover slightly over Obi-Wan, looking down at him with a soft smile, lifting a hand to move some stray hair off Obi-Wan’s forehead, “it's just… the amount of times I've dreamt of us like this, together, perfectly happy. Then I wake up and I'm alone. I'm just afraid this is another dream and any second I'm going to wake up in an empty bed.”

     Obi-Wan reached up and pulled him down into a breathtaking kiss, so filled with passion that Anakin nearly combusted right on the spot. “Trust me, dear one, this is not a dream. I am really here with you and I am not going anywhere.”

     “You and me forever, then?” Anakin smiled, rubbing his nose against Obi-Wan’s

     “Looks like you're stuck with me,” Obi-Wan smiled back before locking their lips again.

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     Anakin would never get enough of having Obi-Wan’s lips on his own, or trailing along his skin, down his neck, his shoulders, his chest. Every inch of skin Obi-Wan could get at with his mouth, he was all over, and Anakin was more than willing to let him. Even when they weren’t laying naked in bed together, Obi-Wan was never not touching him somehow. Anakin was in heaven and he never wanted to leave.

     Currently, the two had managed to somehow drag themselves out of bed, though they hadn't gone all that far. They had wandered through the villa and found themselves sprawled out on a couch, fully clothed despite Anakin's consistent protests that they were the only ones in the villa afterall, who cared if they walked around naked? But Obi-Wan forced Anakin to dress himself and now he was laid back against the arm rest trying to read, and Anakin was draped across the rest of the couch with his head in Obi-Wan’s lap trying to stop him from reading. Though Obi-Wan’s attempts at ignoring him were futile, because even though one of Obi-Wan’s hands was dug into Anakin's hair it apparently wasn't enough attention. 

     He was just about to finish his chapter when he had to hold back a smirk as Anakin's hand came up to poke at his face again, something that had been happening every thirty seconds or so, and eventually he ended up just putting the book on the floor beside him. He grabbed the hand Anakin had been sneaking under his book and leaned over him. “Anakin, how can I read my book when you're prodding at my face like this?”

     “Why are you reading a book when I'm right here and definitely much more interesting than whatever it is you're reading about?” He gave Obi-Wan a cute smirk and a wink, and Obi-Wan couldn't help but laugh.

     “I suppose you're right, how dare I not pay attention to you for even a second, I must be the worst boyfriend in history.”

     “Boyfriend,” he drawled, “is that what we are?”

     Obi-Wan hadn't noticed the slip up, he hadn't meant to assume but he just thought, “I… well we… I didn't mean to assume, Anakin, I'm so sorry-”

     Anakin laughed and lifted a hand up to caress his cheek, “Relax, Obi-Wan, I was just kidding. I was hoping that when we were finally able to go back home, I would be able to introduce you as my boyfriend, finally.”

     “Well that is good news because I was hoping the same thing,” he leaned down to catch Anakin's lips in a quick, sweet kiss, “though I am not as much looking forward to telling Qui-Gon that he was right.”

     Anakin tilted his head with a quirked brow, “What do you mean, he was right?”

     Obi-Wan chuckled and shook his head. He had forgotten that he hadn't told Anakin about the conversation he’d had with Qui-Gon just before they left the palace. “Well, he may have implied that this would happen between us while we were here.”

     “Really?!” He perked up at that. He had thought the Jedi Master was quite the straight shooter, a rule follower just as much as Obi-Wan had been, but obviously he was very wrong about the older Jedi.

     “It shocked me too. Even more so when he suggested that I let it happen, let go of my hold on the Jedi way, and let myself be happy with you while we were here together.”

     “I knew I liked him for a reason.” They both laughed, then Anakin became a bit serious again when he asked, “Will he be mad, do you think?”

     “About us?”

     Anakin nodded. “You said he mentioned letting go of your hold of the Jedi ways while we were here, in the villa, but does that mean he'll expect you to return to your duties as soon as we get back? Like nothing ever happened?”

     Obi-Wan had also wondered this, even before he and Anakin had finally given into each other, and everytime he thought about it he came to the same conclusion. “I have known Qui-Gon for a very long time,” he started, smiling at all the memories that flashed through his mind as he thought about the older man, “and I am pretty confident in saying that I think Qui-Gon will want me to do what I think is best for me. If that means leaving the Order then I am confident he will stand by that decision.”

     “Are you sure that's what you want to do? Leave the Order, I mean?” He looked up to Obi-Wan, meeting his eyes so he could search them when he answered. “I don't want you to give up being a Jedi for me if you don't want to. As I said, I don't have to be King, I can come with you.”

     “Anakin,” he smiled down at him, leaning down to rub their noses together, and pushed as much love and truth across their bond as he could, “I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I have been a Jedi for many years now, and I have loved every minute of it, but after we were reunited there was no future I could see for me that didn't have you in it. When we return, I will inform Qui-Gon of my intent to leave the Order and remain on Naboo with you, for the rest of my life, and I will happily stand by your side when you become King.”

     Anakin lifted a hand up to rest on Obi-Wan’s cheek and softly whispered, “We will be Kings, together. I want no one else by my side but you, and Naboo will be lucky to have you on the throne with me, as their King. I love you, Obi-Wan.”

     “I love you too, dear one.”

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A/N: And there you have it! I hope you guys enjoyed it, and sorry it’s late. My entire family got sick and we were all down for the count, and now I have a lot of writing to get caught up on lol. But let me know what you guys think so far and I’ll see you soon for another update :D Tags: @peaches-in-a-pancake

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[clonewarslover55]

I literally can't get this out of my pea brain so please take this and run with it as you will: HORNY ASS PREGNANCY SEX WITH JANGO

Pregnancy sex with Jango Fett

Jango Fett X Pregnant!Reader //SMUT//

YESSSSSS!!!!!

Notes: Jango Fett is hot and a Mandalorian!! Also this can happen at whatever time you want it to. Kamino? On Slave I? You pick the setting my love!!

Warnings: Jango Fett has a massive breeding kink and pregnancy kink! Smut, Jango being a good boyfriend and an even better lover, unprotetced sex(ha obviosuly) be safe!!

You stood in front of the mirror staring at yourself after a shower. You were a little past halfway through your pregnancy, so you had quite the baby bump. Your breasts were huge now, and they just seemed swollen. You stroked your hand over your belly, your fingertips tracing the stretch marks. You don’t know if you like this new naked image or not…...

You sighed loudly, closing your eyes. You didn’t even notice your Mandalorian lover come up behind you. He was silent as ever, his feet not making a sound on the bathroom tile.

“You’re beautiful.” The rough voice spoke, causing you to jump. You looked at the reflection of the notorious Jango Fett. You smiled at your lover, “Thank you. I just don’t really feel-” He shushed you gently, stepping closer so he could hug you from behind.

“My Cyar’ika….Do I need to show you how beautiful you are to me once again? You glow, especially now that you’re carrying my little ad’ika.” You grinned at your lover, your skin feeling hot from his words.

He stroked your stomach softly, his dark eyes staring at your reflection. He was only clad in thin sleeping pants, but he still looked as sexy as ever. You leaned back into his muscular chest, Jango's calloused hands running up your sides.

Jango rested his head on your shoulder as he brought his hands to your sensitive breasts, rubbing them gently. He stroked his large hands along your nipples, tweaking them gently. You closed your eyes, moaning softly. He cupped both of your full breasts, cocking his head at your reflection. “See? You’re perfect. Now come, let's go to the bedroom.”

He always knew just how to make you feel sexy. You followed him willingly, watching his firm ass in those pants as he walked into the bedroom. “This pregnancy would be a nightmare without you.” Jango chuckled at your words as he sat on the foot of the bed.

As your stomach grew it was getting harder and harder to use some of your favorite positions. Jango luckily did everything he could to keep you comfortable. He was such a sweetheart…...Even if he was a badass and ruthless bounty hunter.

Jango kicked off his sleeping pants, his cock already hard and swollen. He patted his bare thigh, inviting you over. He knew this position was the most comfortable for you. You smirked, your cunt growing wetter by the second. You walked over to him, slowly straddling his lap.

You align yourself with his cock, slowly impaling yourself on it. Both of you moaned, Jango’s lips instantly going for your own so he could swallow your beautiful noises. He loved hearing you scream his name, but sometimes he’d rather kiss you.

Jango’s tongue played with yours as you got adjusted to his cock. Since you got pregnant Jango had been extra horny. You had noticed because he was like this when you asked him to impregnate you. Apparently he had a massive breeding and pregnancy kink. Not you that minded…..

You slowly began to rock your hips, Jango gripping them tightly. He moved with you, his cock scraping your tight walls with every movement. He always filled you so perfectly, and he knew your body like the back of his scarred hand.

You gasped out when he bucked his hips, hitting that spot deep inside of you that made you see stars. “Oh Jango.” You moaned out his name, gripping his naked shoulders like a lifeline.

Jango moved your hips so you rocked on him faster, then he moved one of his hands from your hips and moved it to your stomach. He then stroked your stomach gently, watching as you rode his cock.

The Mandalorian moved his hands to cup your full breasts, the sight of them and your round belly driving him insane. He loved the sight of you pregnant with his seed, you just looked so sexy. Especially now, stuffed full of his cock.

You picked up the pace, your walls tightening around Jango. Since you got pregnant you had been extremely sensitive, so you never lasted very long during sex. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back as your peak approached.

Jango continued to move in perfect sync with you, holding your body stedy. You cried out his name like a prayer when you came, your nails scarring his shoulders even more as they cut into his skin.

Jango snarled as he came with you, your slick walls gripping him. He fucked you through both of your orgasms, his cum filling you to the brim. You gasped at the feeling, it made your spine tingle.

Jango laid back, helping you off of him. Both of you crawled to the top of the bed, Jango laying down with his head on your baby bump. “Feel beautiful yet?” You nodded at his words, still trying to catch your breath.

He put a hand over your entrance, keeping his cum inside of you. “Honey….I’m already pregnant.” Jango shrugged, he just loved seeing you full. You shook your head, a smile pulling at your lips.

You needed another shower…..You were sure Jango would be more than willing to help you.

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[hannya-writes]

Forget

Title: Forget

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x reader

Other characters: Qui Gon Jinn

Category: romance

Warnings: mention of death, mourning, this got a bit steamy I guess, there's a bit of touchy touchy so... Yeah you are warned!!

Author's note: it's late at night, I'm hungry and I should be sleeping… Let's post this.

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Obi Wan did not know how it started, one second Y/n was there to support him in his mourning, the next he was kissing her lips, his hands found their place in her waist, pulling her against him.

His eyes were closed, enjoying the kiss and the warmth that came from his childhood friend. Her hands caressed the ends of his hair in his neck.

It was marvellous. He had never thought they could end that way, tangled in each other. Humming in appreciation for the caresses of her tongue against his.

— I'm sorry — he blurted out when they separated to breathe — I don't know what came over me— he explained and saw her look down. A red tone was on her cheeks, he wondered if it was because of the lack of air, the embarrassment or there was something else.

— do you… want to continue? —she asked so softly that Obi Wan thought he had imagined it, until a single word came out of his mouth

— Yes… please — he added that last word when he took the chin of Y/n in his hand, guiding her to look at him. Then softly, he kissed her again. Enjoying the caresses of her lips.

He pulled her once again against him and he stepped even closer. She hummed in surprise when she tripped with the bed and fell in it. He found her surprised expression beautiful.

— Can I have you? — he asked from above her, looking at her as if she was the only woman in the galaxy for him

— Obi Wan I... — she hesitated for only a second — yes, yes you can —

He kissed her lips shortly, then her cheek, her jaw, and her neck. That last place made her sigh with pleasure. He was patient, his hands gently undid her robe and kissed the new naked skin. His mouth got distracted by the valley of her breast and the soft mounts.

— Obi Wan — she moaned his name and he found a strange and unusual pride from it.

Slowly, they discovered each other's body and the perfect pace to get pleasure. A pleasure so bright and vast that it made all of their worries disappear. All the sadness was casted aside from them. They completely forgot about Qui Gon Jinn's death.

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[cyberfairyblog]

Since I missed the other days as I have JUST hears about this event I decided to make a short posts about my SW OCs & their respective love interest. First will be my handmaiden Tarée and her knight in shining armor Obi-Wan!

Tw//Some suggestive material; spoilers under cut

@starwars-oc-ship-week

Person A General Kenobi: Anakin's master/friend/brother figure and Luke's mentor until Vader popped him one. Aways liked the concept of him & one of Padme's handmaidens together :v

Person B Tarée: Padme's force-sensitive handmaiden. Never becomes an official Jedi as she wasn't interested. Frightened, but also clever. Actually survives every movie to old age

A&B: Obi-Wan and Tarée'd relationship reflects Anakin and Padme. They first met during the events of the Phantom Menace finding a sort of connection. From there it blossoms into one of those weird salty friendships, then actual romance. Produced only one child Ruth (Luke's love interest)

Talking: They like to talk outside observing the sights and sounds. Makes their private time more meaningful

Hugging: Tarée LOVES glomping Obi much to his dismay. He compares her strength to a Wookie

Cuddling: They do this a lot when they're much older much to Ruth's disgust.

Carrying: During the arena fight in AOTC she gets grazed on the leg by a stray bullet so Obi's forced to carry her. To which she teases him about carrying her off to their honeymoon

Kissing: They kiss during SPOILERS Tarée recovering in the bacta chamber after she nearly dies at the hands of Darth Maul, having taken over for Satine (so that she lives) Obi kisses the glass she's kept up in; they kiss for real once she comes home. Very deep passionate, every ounce of guilt and relief

Pampering: She likes to give him a facial and trim his beard.

In bed: On Tatooine they sleep naked, exploring each other's scars, whispering spicy remarks and hidden regrets

Shenanigans/Tricks: Obi makes fun of her little tantrums

Hurt/Comfort: As far as "canon" goes I'd imagine Tarée consoling Obi-Wan after Satine's death telling him that Satine would be proud of him for not falling into darkness. She also comforts him during Qui Gon's funeral, actually holding his hand through the whole rite. ForceGhost!Kenobi always visits Elderly!Tarée in her dreams.

Building something/making something together: Had Kenobi found the time he would have taught Tarée how to build her own lightsaber. One of those harmless ones. In turn she helps him make his first Naboo-style kite.

Sharing a meal: If they're both happen to be on Coruscant she has her server droids make a feast. Obi is startled by the gesture but Tarée's like, "you are a skeleton Ben! You are skin and bones!"

Sharing Secrets: Tarée confesses to Obi-Wan about her force sensitivity by causing an object to float. But she fears going to the Jedi. He promises that she won't be forced to go. Later as full grown adults. They keep their romantic feelings for each other hidden, following protocol. They do confess after the Maul fiasco.

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[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Confessions {Qui-Gon Jinn x Reader}

approx. 1,000 words

Summary: You and Anakin blow off some steam by getting drunk together. When you return back for the night you are greeted by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Kenobi who insist you get to bed. As Qui-Gon prepares you to sleep, he hears your drunken confessions; of love and insecurities.

Warnings: F! reader, insecurities, drunkenness, (Anakin and reader are in their 20s), reader and Anakin are platonic, angst, 18+

As you return back to the grounds from your impulsive bar hopping with Anakin, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are the first people you see. Disappointment is clearly written all over their faces, since two of their best Jedis are coming home past curfew and three sheets to the wind.

"sshhhh Ani, someone could hear us," you giggle out whisper yelling as he trips over his feet like a new born giraffe.

"Sorry, which way do we go," he asked with a tilted head, not sure if he could recognize the corridors in the dark.

"This way, follow m-" you started as you turned left but were cut off by the strong chest of Master Qui-Gon who was just around the corner.

Behind Qui-Gon was Obi-Wan, who could not hold back his giddiness. He wasn't angry at your antics. He loved that you and Anakin were acting like normal young people but had to put on a poker face for Qui-Gon as he handed down punishments.

Your cheeks were flush, scarlet with embarrassment for getting caught by someone you respected so highly. You were always trying to please Qui-Gon. It was an unspoken truth that you were his favorite padawan; because of your discipline in learning the ways of the force and in the longing glances you both exchanged over the past many months.

Qui-Gon's piercing gaze fixes on Anakin, and then shifts to you, his brow furrowing as he detects something beneath the surface. He knew that bar hopping wasn't your idea. Anakin was corrupting the sweet girl beside him, and Qui-Gon was not going to stand for it.

"Anakin, Obi-Wan will escort you back to your quarters," Qui-Gon ordered, putting an end to the night's activities. "And you," he turned and lowered his gaze to your sheepish figure, "come with me."

You nod in comply and Qui-Gon gently takes you by the hands, leading you to your bedroom. Yawning the whole way there, Qui-Gon's anger fades into protectiveness, just wanting to make sure you don't hurt yourself and sleep off as much as you can of what will be a massive hangover.

He shuts the door quietly, as to not startle you with any loud sounds and sees you struggling to remove your tunic. Your arms are stuck three quarters of the way out and the twisting of your shoulders isn't making the fabric roll up your back as you hoped it would.

"hhmph! Qui, could you help me, pretty pleasssssse," you slur out to him for assistance. He doesn't want to risk any impropriety but seeing you struggle was enough to throw all of the norms out the window.

"Relax your arms," he said, reaching for the hem of the shirt to pull over your head. Free from the straight jacket tunic, you stood before him in your lilac lace bra.

He let out a shallow breath as he looked down at you, remarking to himself how soft and cuddly your skin appears to be, and the way the lace of the bra seems to be painted on your breasts, fitting perfectly to the swell of your chest.

In no time flat you have removed your bottoms and exposed you cheeky bum to him, clad in lilac panties, matching your bra.

Oblivious to the tension of the situation, since your mentor is a foot away from your practically naked form you ask, "would you tuck me in?"

He nods, and follows you to the edge of the bed. He watches you cuddle into the silky soft sheets and nuzzle up to your pillow. Qui-Gon loosely drapes the blanket around your form and shift to get up as you reach for his wrist.

"Is there something else you need of me?" he asked, thinking you would ask for another blanket or for a glass of water.

You hesitate, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over you. "Can you… stay? Just for a little while? Just to talk?"

"What is it you would like to talk about?" he inquired, knowing you already confide in him as a mentor for your Jedi training. For some reason he could sense that this would be a different kind of conversation.

"Qui-Gon?" you say barely a whisper.

"Yes?" he replies, his gaze fixed on you with unwavering attention.

"Am… am I pretty?" you ask, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"What?" Qui-Gon's brow furrows in confusion. "Of course, you are," he says, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "You are beautiful, both inside and out."

Tears fell at the corners of your eyes as Qui-Gon's words wash over you, colliding with some of the negative feelings of your own body's image in your mind. The alcohol had gotten the best of your emotions.

"Then why… why don't boys like me?" you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "I mean, I try to be nice and friendly but no body seems to look at me. Like I train, and I train, and I train but I am still soft and nervous around people. I feel like this is a never ending cycle of disappointment. I'm too ugly for my own good."

You end your rant with a heavy heart and a long silent pause. You slowly lift your head from where it is on your pillow to see if Qui-Gon left. Instead, his gaze meets yours with a flicker of angry passing through his eyes.

"They are complete fools," he said passionately. "They fail to see you for your truest form. You tower over them in intellection, and float by them with elegance and grace."

"But Qui-" you sit up and raise your hand to stop him but he continues.

"No, you should never feel less than because these dumb boys don't see what I see in you."

For the first time in a long while, you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, you are worthy of love.

"I'm sorry for getting so worked up. Its time to rest now," he says, settling in next to you in bed, sat up, and rubbing your back soothingly over the covers.

You welcome the feeling of his hands and of his warmth radiating over the entire bed.

"Thank you," you whisper to him as you drift of to sleep.

Of course, starlight. I want you to feel loved. I will always be here for you.

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[tomicaleto]

If you're still taking prompts: “It’s okay. I’m here." for Obikin? :)

Yes! Here it is! Sorry it took me so long! 

For a bit of context, this is shortly after the Hardeen mission. Some things happened like canon, some didn't, but I don't have time to explain that all xD

The first months after the Hardeen mission are hard on Obi-Wan. His hair and beard take their sweet time to grow back and he only allows himself a relieved sigh after he got his own face back. He feels naked and overexposed as if he were a padawan again. 

Then there is the matter of Ahsoka and Anakin. The first couple of days, both padawan and master did their best to pretend everything was fine. They both ate meals with Obi-Wan as they used to and even trained together. And yet, he could easily see Ahsoka bite her lips and avoid his eyes during breakfast, he could easily feel a flash of hurt in the Force every time he offered advice and he was forcibly reminded that she had been the one to hold his “dead” body for the mission. 

Anakin, on the other hand, was unreadable. After his explosive outburst when he had learned the truth, he had not mentioned anything about the mission again. He acted as if nothing had happened between them, but Obi-Wan could feel the distance between them, like a glass wall separating them in the Force. It was terribly similar to how Anakin had felt in the Force shortly after Geonosis, when he had told Obi-Wan about his mother’s death. 

But apart from those little slips that showed things were not quite yet normal, the three of them quickly went back to their normal routine and banter. 

And then the nightmares came. 

Each night, Obi-Wan awoke with cold sweat drying on his back, his heart racing in his chest. He kept reliving their fight against Dooku in the royal palace. But each time they got the Chancellor safely out of Dooku’s clutch, Dooku got Anakin killed. 

He assumed, over a cup of tea, that his mind was just mixing all his worst memories and fears into one terrible nightmare. Their short stay back at Theed had clearly brought back Qui-Gon’s death to the front of his mind. Combined with Anakin’s current presence in the Force bringing back the loss of his arm in Geonosis, mixed with Obi-Wan’s already existing fear of losing Anakin in the war, it was clear what was happening in his dreams. 

And even knowing it, even meditating over his nightmares wasn’t helping in getting them to go away. 

He kept trying, over and over, and each night he kept waking up feeling like something inside him had been killed forever. 

And despite his best efforts, and the casual and unmentioned distance between them, Anakin noticed something was wrong. 

It happened one night. They had been camping for a mission, not even a meter between their bedrolls. Obi-Wan was abruptly awakened, gasping Anakin’s name after a gruesome dream of Dooku finally getting the best of Anakin.  

Anakin was at his side in a second, holding him close while Obi-Wan buried his head in Anakin’s neck. Neither mentioned the hot tears wetting Anakin’s undertunic. Instead, the knight threaded his flesh hand in Obi-Wan’s hair, his eyes falling closed with a worried frown. 

“It’s okay.” He said, hugging Obi-Wan even closer. “I’m here.” And just like that, the glass wall between them evaporated, and the warmth of their bond surrounded Obi-Wan.

They went back to sleep shortly after, and for the first night in weeks, Obi-Wan didn’t dream at all.

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[nikki-writes-stuff]

Reprogrammed

Pairing: Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader

Summary: After being captured by the infamous Darth Valor on a mission, you find yourself completely at the mercy of a Sith Lord who’s determined to seduce you to the Dark Side. 

A/N: Hey, friends! SO, fun story, while I was in college, I had this fanfic called Struggling Against Me, and it was my first ever Sith!Obi-Wan reader insert. In that story, Obi-Wan’s Sith name is Darth Valor, and since it’s still my most popular fic on Ao3, I thought I’d revisit his character, only this time he’s even darker. I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think and if you’d be interested in more Darth Valor stories. :)

Warning: This fic contains non-con, rape, and dub-con, along with general force fuckery. Read at your own risk! And enjoy, if you’re into that sort of thing (like yours truly). 

Sweat was trickling down the back of your neck, and you shivered as it trailed down your spine. You didn’t know where you were; you had woken up blindfolded, naked, and alone hours ago. You’d called out until your voice was hoarse, but it had been of no use; no one had answered you, and you could sense no life forms within the force.

After overcoming the initial shock, you’d managed to calm down enough to assess your surroundings; from the low humming throbbing consistently through the air, you could tell that you were on a star ship. Your hands were bound in handcuffs behind your back, and while your connection to the force hadn’t been completely severed, the fact that you couldn’t use it to remove your bonds told you that they were made out of some sort of force-suppressant material.

The floor beneath you was cold and hard, clearly made out of metal, and you shivered as you drew yourself first up onto your knees, and then to your feet. Your head was pounding as you hesitantly took a step forward, then another, until you were walking blindly in a straight line. After a few seconds of stumbling, you bumped into a steel wall, and you turned and began trudging forward again.

You encountered no furniture as you walked the perimeter of the room, and you estimated that the space you were in was about the size of one of the bathrooms back at the Jedi temple on Coruscant. You felt a flash of panic well up within you; did your fellow Jedi know where you were?

From somewhere close, you heard the whoosh of a door opening followed by slow, steady footsteps. The door slid shut behind whoever it was who’d just entered your cell, and for a moment, the room was completely silent, save for the sound of your own breathing. And then, a voice.

“Hello, there.”

You bit your lip to stop it from trembling as you futilely reached into the force; but, no matter how hard you searched, you still could sense no nearby lifeforms.

“Don’t embarrass yourself, love,” the man chuckled, this time from right in front of you. “You will not find my force signature if I don’t want you to.”

You jerked backwards, tripping over your own feet until your back collided roughly with a wall. You leaned against it heavily, trying to steady your breathing as whoever it was strode towards you.

“Tell me, Padawan,” he murmured, “what is your name?”

You remained silent, your instincts screaming at you that something was off about this man. You’d never felt the force react this way to a presence before; it was as if it were holding its breath, waiting in eager anticipation for whatever was about to happen next.

“Come now, young one,” he purred, and you whimpered as you felt warm breath fan over your face. “There’s no harm in telling me your name, now is there?”

Warm fingertips grazed your cheek, and your body jolted so hard that your teeth clattered together. A warm chuckle sounded from right in front of you, and you shrunk back as another hand came to rest on your bare hip.

“Would it help,” he whispered, “if I told you mine?”

A presence prodded at your mind, and your lips parted in shock as you finally caught a glimpse of his force presence. And what you sensed…terrified you.

You’d never felt a darkness so profound, but you’d felt something close to it once. Once, only a few months after Mace Windu had taken you on as his padawan, you’d been sent on a mission to Bal’demnic, and you’d gone with your master to a village that had been built at the top of the planet’s highest cliff. The village chief had offered a room in his own home for the two of you to stay in, and when you first discovered that his house had been built right into the side of the cliff, you’d been charmed.

But the first night you stayed there, you’d had trouble sleeping, and you decided to meditate on the balcony until your thoughts settled down. Or, rather, that had been your original idea. But after taking one look over the side of the balcony under the black of night, you’d gone retreating back to your bed, trying to dispel the feeling of vertigo that had suddenly overtaken your senses.

Now, as the Sith’s presence pressed against yours, you were reminded of the overwhelming darkness that you’d seen over the edge of that cliff. It was total, absolute, and you shivered as tendrils of it started tapping at your mental walls, curiously seeking entry within.

“My name,” he whispered, lips pressed against your ear, “is Darth Valor. But you Jedi once knew me by another name.”

It was as if someone had poured ice water down your back; no, it couldn’t be. Anxiety swelled in your chest until you felt as if you would choke on it, and you were vaguely aware that your hands were starting to shake. It couldn’t be.

“…Obi-Wan Kenobi,” you breathed, uttering the name under your breath.

The Council had never confirmed it, but it had been a rumor among the ranks of the Jedi for years. Obi-Wan Kenobi had been a legend ever since he’d battled Darth Maul and won, managing to save the life of his master Qui-Gon Jinn in the process. You’d only been 15 at the time, but you could still remember the excitement he’d caused. He’d been the first person in a thousand years to kill a Sith, and the Council had even allowed him to bypass his trials, leading to him being knighted that very same week.

From there, Qui-Gon Jinn had moved on to train young Anakin Skywalker, and Kenobi had immediately been thrown into knighthood. But something happened just a year later; the young Jedi suddenly vanished while he was out on a mission, leaving no trace behind, no clue as to what could have happened to him.

For many years, it was widely accepted that he’d died in a tragic accident, but recently, sightings of a new Sith Lord had occurred with increasing frequency. More and more Jedi were claiming to see a man who called himself Darth Valor on the battlefield, and those who were able to remember Obi-Wan claimed that he looked just like him.

And, as you felt fingers slip into your hair and untie the cloth covering your eyes, you soon discovered that they had been right. After blinking to adjust to the sudden influx of light, you saw standing in front of you the living legend you’d heard so much about.

He had grown a beard since you’d seen him last, and his hair was longer, curling just below his ears in gentle waves, but there was no denying that he was the man who’d once been a padawan, just like you. His eyes were far from the crystalline blue they used to be, though; they were now an unnatural, sickly gold, and as he leaned closer to you, you could just barely make out a ring of crimson bordering his pupils.

A smirk twisted his lips as he regarded you, and you suddenly became acutely aware of your nakedness. He was draped in yards of burgundy and black fabric, coming together in a luxurious look that vaguely resembled Jedi robes, and you, by comparison, were completely bare, save for the handcuffs keeping your hands secured against the small of your back.

“Now, then,” he sighed, one of his hands coming back up to your cheek, “I’ve told you my name. It’s only fair that you tell me yours.”

You gulped, and though your trembling lips formed the shape of your name, no noise left your throat. A wicked grin curled over Valor’s features, and he arched an eyebrow as he leaned over you, his cloak brushing against your nipples, already hard from the cold.

“Cat got your tongue, sweet one?” he purred, and you clenched your hands hard enough to feel the bite of your nails against your palm’s flesh.

After taking a deep breath, you finally managed to murmur your name under your breath in stilted syllables, hoping that it would at least get the man to back off. But, instead, he only repeated your name, managing to make it sound like something scandalous as he pronounced it in his velvety tone. You noticed that his breath smelled of cigarettes and whiskey, but the scent managed to blend well with the spicy cologne he was wearing. He smiled, tilting his head to the side and letting his eyes trail over your face, down to your body, and then back up to your own gaze once again.

You shifted on your feet and pressed your thighs together so hard that they shook from how tight your muscles were drawn. His presence was slowly starting to wrap around yours, and it was growing more and more insistent to be let in. You felt him testing your mental walls, as if he were searching them for a weak spot. The strain of keeping him out was already making you tremble, and yet he didn’t look like he was breaking a sweat. In fact, he gave you a smile that could only be described as pitying before he parted his lips to speak.

“Well, young one,” he sighed, “today really isn’t your day.”

With that, the tendrils wrapped around your brain suddenly thrust into your mind, burrowing into your subconscious and crumpling your shields like they were made out of tissue paper. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened in a silent scream as the Sith invaded every one of your senses, pillaging every memory, every emotion, every fleeting thought he encountered along the way.

Your eyes stared ahead as he held you in place, pressing his forehead against yours. The fog of his presence settled over your mind, slowly and steadily learning your insides and outs as you stood defenseless to stop it.

Why? That was the one thought that continued to echo through your head even as he ransacked your mind. Why is he doing this? Why is this happening to me? And you gasped in shock when the fog parted just enough to show you the answer.

Just as Valor was reading your memories, so too did he allow you read one of his during this forced meld of your minds. You were almost too dazed, too stunned by the horror of what was transpiring to notice it, but it was as if something from inside of Valor’s force signature had seized you by the wrist and pulled you towards it. Mechanically, you allowed it to drawn you in, closing your eyes to better visualize what he was projecting.

You watched, as if in a stupor, through eyes that were not your own as Valor knelt in front of a figure clad in black. You blinked when he blinked, and when he spoke, it was as if he did so with your own vocal cords.

“I believe I have found an apprentice, my master,” he intoned, bowing his head in a show of respect. Footsteps grew closer, and even though you were only experiencing it through a memory, the force signature of the man in the black cloak struck you to the bone. From somewhere far away, you could feel a tear start to fall down your face before a hand brushed it away. More fell to take its place, though, as you heard the Master Sith speak.

“Good…” You shivered; the sound of his voice made you feel like ants were crawling under your skin. “Are they strong?”

“She will be,” the apprentice replied. “She’s being trained by the Jedi now, but soon, she’ll be sent on a mission with her master that will leave her…vulnerable.”

“A padawan, you say. How old?”

“Only two years younger than I was when you first accepted me under your tutelage, Master.”

“Hm…”

You felt a spike of fear as the creature considered Valor’s words, but you realized with a start that it hadn’t come from you. No, it was part of the apprentice Sith’s memories; Kenobi was nearly as terrified of his own master as you were of him. The realization did nothing to quell your growing anxiety as the rest of the memory played out behind your closed eyelids.

“Acquire the girl and test her first,” the master finally replied. “See if she is strong enough to withstand the training in whatever way you see fit.”

In the vision, the Sith stepped closer to Valor, giving him just enough of a vantage point to see a pale chin and a thin pair of lips. They slowly twitched upwards, forming into an imitation of a smile as he considered his student, and as he spoke, you caught glimpses of his crooked, yellowed teeth.

“If she fails, leave her body at the Jedi temple steps and start looking for another,” he ordered. “It is time you make yourself known to the Jedi as a Sith Lord; you will need an apprentice as we draw ever closer to our goal.”

With that, the vision dispersed, and once again you opened your eyes to find Valor staring down at you. His presence was still exploring, still twisting and turning and writhing through your skull, but now you understood. Your heart sank with the realization that you were the padawan he’d spoken about in his memory, that this must be the test his master had spoken about.

“Oh, no, my darling,” he suddenly chuckled. His hand slipped into your hair, finding your padawan braid and taking hold of it in his fist. “The test hasn’t even started yet. This is just an introduction.”

With that, he took a step backwards, pulling you to him by your braid. Wincing at the yank of your hair, you stumbled forward, head spinning with the effort of piloting your body while Valor still had a chokehold on your consciousness.

“Kneel,” he commanded, arching an eyebrow. Dumbly, you furrowed your eyebrows, trying to search through your memories to remember what that word meant. You swayed in place, eyelids suddenly struggling to stay open, and a voice inside of you whispered that it would be much better to just go to sleep right now. You lazily considered that thought; it would be so nice to just close your eyes, relax your muscles, tune out all of your fears…

You heard the crack of Valor’s palm meeting your cheek before you felt it, but the sting it left behind was fierce as your eyes snapped open once again. Your lips parted in shock as you gaped up at the man standing before you; you’d been shot at, punched at, lunged at, and stabbed at over the course of your career as a Jedi learner, but no one had ever slapped you before. You didn’t even know how you were supposed to feel after being slapped, but you felt the sting of tears behind your eyes, nonetheless.

“I said kneel, apprentice,” Valor repeated. “You’ll find that I will not give you the luxury of an easy way out of this; focus. I won’t have you passing out on me.”

Numbly, you dropped to your knees in front of him, wincing at the bite of the metal floor beneath them. Approval was sent to you in a gentle wave through the force, and its softness surprised you; it had been the first relief you’d felt since waking up in this strange place.

“Don’t be so surprised,” the Sith chuckled, reaching down to stroke your hair. “Obedience should be met with acknowledgement and approval; even big, bad Sith know that.”

He grinned, tilting your chin up so he could see your face clearly. His thumb traced the shape of your lower lip, and a large part of you wanted to pull away from his touch, wanted to push him away and scrub clean every inch of skin that he’d come in contact with. But your fear was too great, especially after receiving that slap from him, and you were as good as paralyzed as he continued speaking.

“You know what your options are, padawan,” he intoned, sneering as if your title were an insult. “Either submit to me, to the Dark Side, or…”

He trailed off, and in that moment your eyes fell forward, immediately focusing on the lightsaber strapped to his belt. It was only a weapon; every force-user built their own lightsaber from scratch, and so you knew that it was only a device made of screws and bolts, metal and crystal. But, in that moment, you knew that this lightsaber was more than all that. The kyber crystal at the heart of Valor’s saber seemed to pulse with its own energy, its own presence, and you instinctively knew that Jedi lives had been ended at its hand.

And chances were that very soon, yours could be added to their number.

“Well. I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if you fail,” he finished.

He let that sink in for a moment, reading your features to make sure you realized the gravity of your situation. You gulped, feeling a surge of anger well up inside of you despite your years of Jedi training. You couldn’t help but want to scream in his face that you were already well aware that you were fucked; he didn’t need to gloat about it. He smirked, opening his mouth to say something, but the words died on his tongue. He paused, furrowing his eyebrows, and slowly shut his mouth; you felt something in the back of your mind prod at a memory, distant and far-off, and your head lurched when he suddenly focused in on it.

“What do we have here…?”

Realization dawned on you as soon as you caught a glimpse of what he was making you recall, and you shook your head, scrambling to your feet and backing away as you tried to push the memory back into your subconscious. But you might as well have tried to move a brick wall with nothing but your bare hands; batting away your attempts with ease, Kenobi watched the memory unfold, his force presence practically humming with delight.

It happened when you were sixteen – too young to have been exposed to such things. Your master, you, and a young Jedi knight named Tabytha had been assigned to capture the leader of a small group of terrorists on a planet called Mandalore. Mandalore had needed the Jedi’s help many times in the years before, during, and after its civil war; the Jedi had almost grown accustomed to being summoned there to help, and so your master had been confident in the ability of the three of you to take down the small group of insurgents. Tabytha had been on assignments with you and your master before, and you’d grown to be close friends with her, despite your differences in age. She was like a second mentor to you, and she and Mace worked so well with one another that you’d always wondered if there was something more between them than they were letting on.

But despite how successful the three of you had been during past missions, your luck ran out on Mandalore. Your master had greatly underestimated their numbers and their weaponry, and it was his mistake that, in the end, led to Tabytha’s death.

You’d come so close to winning that day; you’d taken care of most of the warriors already, and you were closing in on their leader when the sniper took you off guard. It happened in the blink of an eye; one moment, Tabytha was alive, her force signature shining bright with optimism, with hope, with the thrill of the fight. But in the next, she was gone.

And your master hadn’t even turned around to look; the only sign that he’d felt her death at all was a slight waver in his step. But it hardly even slowed him down as he continued towards the kingpin. It was the cold thing to do, but it was also the Jedi thing to do – setting aside personal feelings and focusing on the needs of the many. You should have been proud of your master for his strict obedience of the code.

But instead, it had enraged you.

“Oh, dear,” Valor remarked, snapping you back to the present. “That poor sniper. You certainly didn’t need to cut off both of his arms, love-“

“Stop,” you whispered, pleading him with your eyes, with your mind. “Please, stop-“

“No,” he interrupted, his voice cold, suddenly devoid of any warmth or humor. “Remember it. Remember what your first brush with the dark side felt like.”

You shook your head, resisting the pull as he tried to draw you back into the memory. You’d pressed yourself against the wall, but an invisible force suddenly latched onto your body; you gasped as your feet left the ground, feeling your stomach lurch as you started floating towards him. You thrashed, straining to fight against the grip he had on you, but it accomplished nothing, save for bringing an amused grin to Valor’s face.

“Charming.”

In an instant, he flooded your mind with what you’d felt all those years ago, except it was now intensified tenfold. The grief of losing Tabytha hit you first, forcing a choked sob to escape your lips as you closed your eyes, only to find the sight of her corpse waiting there for you. You stared into her sightless eyes as tears spilled out of your own, and it was then that the guilt came swooping in.

“It should have been me,” you whispered aloud, opening your eyes to find Valor’s face mere inches away from your own.

“No, love,” he murmured. “You can’t lie to me; I’m in your head. That’s not really why you feel guilty, now is it?”

Your lip trembled, and you shook your head, lowering your gaze to the ground.

“No,” you breathed.

“Then explain your guilt – truthfully, this time.”

You closed your eyes once again, and now, you saw your master where Tabytha’s corpse had just laid. He was just as lifeless as she was, his eyes already glazed over, body already cold as ice, and you let out a sigh - one of relief. Because, yes, he was your master, your teacher, the closest thing to a parent you’d ever had… But he was also an asshole. His expectations had always been unfairly high, and while it had motivated padawans of his in the past to work harder to achieve them, it had only ever succeeded in making you feel like a disappointment.

“It should have been him.”

Approval once again flowed to you through the force, and with it crept in another emotion, one that you’d forced down countless times in your life. One that you should have known would come after guilt, because every time you’d felt it, guilt indubitably would come with it. It was an emotion forbidden to the Jedi, as staunchly opposed as the Sith who now held you, powerless, in his grasp.

Anger.

The strength of it took your breath away as you opened your eyes again, and you saw red as you remembered the rage that had once filled you up to the brim. That word – powerless – came back to you, and you found that it perfectly explained the anger you’d felt after Tabytha’s murder. You’d been powerless to prevent it, powerless to stop it, and powerless to bring her back.

“That’s it,” Kenobi praised, grinning at you wickedly. He dropped his hands to his belt, and your eyes widened as he started to unclasp it. Fear pulsed through you, but your wrath did as well; because even now you were powerless to the whims of this Sith, just as you had been from the moment he’d walked into the room. This cruel display of power was only to toy with you, to make you suffer-

“Guess again, love,” he chided. His fingers paused just above the zipper on his trousers, and he took a step closer, until once again his robes brushed against your skin. “As adorable as your attempts at resisting me are, there is a different purpose behind this. Just give in; remember what the dark side felt like, what it showed you.”

You gritted your teeth, trying to think through the anger; what was he trying to show you? And what did it matter? You wouldn’t be able to survive an apprenticeship under this man if this was what the Dark Side was – either it would kill you, or you would kill yourself from the torture of it.

Warm hands suddenly came to rest against your sides, and you opened your eyes to see Kenobi in front of you, staring into your eyes with such deep intensity that it momentarily broke through your rage. It was as if you were standing in the eye of a storm; the force was roiling around you, bubbling with anticipation for something, though you had no idea what. Valor’s eyes seemed to swirl like pools of molten lava as you struggled to find your bearings in the force – there was something you needed to realize. You just couldn’t put your finger on what.

His hands travelled downward, reaching behind your back to the handcuffs still keeping you bound.

“Think of that powerlessness,” he purred against your ear, fiddling with the device’s latch. “Think of the anger you felt in response to it. Why? Why feel such fury in the face of such weakness?”

You swallowed, closing your eyes and searching for the answer. Valor’s grip on your mind loosened just enough for you to pull away for a moment, and you so did. You managed to pull your consciousness away from his just for a second, and you took a breath, forcing yourself to look at your emotions from a new perspective, one that went against everything the Jedi stood for.

And it was then that you found the answer. You didn’t flinch when your handcuffs fell to the floor, nor did you feel any soreness as your arms slowly fell to your sides - you were too busy focusing on the Sith Lord’s face  as you tried to put your realization into words.

“Because it’s power,” you heard yourself saying. “Because anger is power – it has been all along.”

A proud grin spread over his face, and you made no move to fight him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. The callouses on his hands scratched lightly at your back as he held you close to him, and your palms came up to rest on his chest as he leaned over you.

“Well done, my young apprentice.”

His lips fell onto yours the second after he whispered those words, and immediately they were insistent, insatiable. His tongue glided past your lips as they parted in a gasp, and his arms tightened around you possessively as, once again, he wrapped his presence around yours in the force. You felt yourself get swept up in a torrent of his thoughts. You saw the memory of when he’d first laid eyes on you when you’d crossed paths in a public transport terminal. You hadn’t even noticed him, focused instead on whatever your master was telling you, and yet he’d immediately recognized how bright you shone in the force.

I knew I wanted you as soon as I felt it, you heard his voice echo in your mind. I saw your anger, felt it simmering just beneath your surface, and I knew then that you could be beautiful, darling.

You didn’t know what you should be focusing on – what Kenobi was doing to your mind, or your body. You were broken out of his thoughts by the feeling of him wrapping your legs around his waist just before he pulled you into another memory, this time from the day after discovering you. He’d had a dream of you that morning before he woke up – a vision, one of you fighting at his side, wielding a red lightsaber to match his own, your eyes wide and wild with the bloodlust of a Sith.

As the Valor in his memory woke up from the dream, you felt his rush of arousal as he realized that he was hard. Heat rose in your cheeks as you watched him throw his bedsheets back, and your lips parted in a jagged moan as you felt him take his erection in hand. You had done that to him, you realized, and the thought only made the foreign feelings inside of you grow in strength.

You’d felt aroused before, sure, but nothing had ever been like this. You shook your head, dispelling the vision of his fist pumping his hard cock up and down, only to find Valor watching you with a wide grin. You jolted when you realized that he had you pinned against the wall, your hands resting on his shoulders for support as he stood between your legs.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you, young one,” he growled, pressing the hard length of his cock against your bare pussy. Your eyes widened at the feeling that it provoked inside of you; something in your core tightened as you felt him press against your clit, and embarrassment seeped through you when you looked down to see your own wetness glimmering against his pants.

“No need to be embarrassed, you sweet, innocent thing,” he chuckled, and the hairs at the base of your neck bristled. “I’ll be your first, will I not? Something about a rule against forming attachments while serving under the Jedi Order?”

You stiffened at his mention of the Code, and for a brief moment, the thought of how wrong this was flashed through you. The anger still inside of you, the way your body was responding to Valor’s, the temptation to just give in to him, if only to spare yourself from feeling so conflicted.

“The Code is for our protection-“ You started to say, but Kenobi cut you off with a loud, sharp bark of laughter.

“Please tell me you’re not going to recite Jedi dogma to me right now,” he groaned. Once more, he pressed his cock against you, rolling his hips forward and grinning as it elicited another stilted gasp from you. “It’ll kill my mood.”

He continued grinding his hips, and your entire body jumped when you feel a new touch, a foreign one, start to crawl down the valley between your breasts, making its way to your sopping core. You knew it was the force; you’d heard of it being used for such things. But even now you could hear Master Windu’s voice telling you that it would be blasphemous to even think about using a power as great as the force for such base-

Your thoughts dissolved into white noise as the touch suddenly dropped down, going straight for your clit.

“Stop thinking about the Jedi, love. You said it yourself,” he cajoled, starting to circle your clit slowly as he whispered against your ear, “Anger is power; if the Jedi got that wrong, what other lies have they told you about the force?”

Anger is power.

You paused, that thought echoing in your head even as Kenobi used the force to push his trousers down to his knees. His hard cock sprang free, already leaking a bead of precum, but you felt nearly numb as you watched him stroke it.

Anger is power.

It had to be the truth, right? Why else would you feel it so consistently when you felt at your weakest? Why did the Jedi fear it so, if it were anything else other than the power they so desperately warned their followers against craving? Why else was it able to consume everything – fear, sorrow, grief – in its wake? You searched for it now, calling your anger to you as Valor lined himself up with your entrance, and, easily, it came surging back into your veins.

And, god, it felt good.

It choked out your fear as you thought back on the principles you’d been raised to have faith in. When had the Jedi made you feel anything better than this? You’d been controlled by them your entire life; every memory of your childhood, adolescence, and adulthood was built on a pillar of the Jedi, and yet you had only ever been made to feel like you weren’t good enough. You had been isolated, unbalanced, under the tutelage of the Council and under the heel of your master.

But not anymore. Because whether or not you decided to forgive the Jedi for their mistreatment of you, you could never go back. Not when Darth Valor was offering you a choice between either becoming his apprentice or being killed. Not after letting yourself feel this anger and realizing how intoxicating it was.

Not after you felt his cock split you open and stretch your pussy in a way that was white-hot with searing pain while also managing to fill a void inside of you that you hadn’t even realized had been there all along. Your lips parted around a stilted, breathless moan as you watched Valor’s eyes flutter shut. A long, drawn out groan escaped his lips, and you knew that, during your entire life as a pawn of the Jedi, you had never felt this powerful.

The two of you cried out in tandem as Kenobi drew his hips back only to thrust back inside of you, and you glanced down to see streaks of blood staining his cock. You didn’t feel any worry or hesitancy, though; instead, heat sparked somewhere in your mind, and though you were unsure if it had come from you or from him, a wave of need suddenly washed over you. Pure, carnal need to own, consume, and corrupt.

Your hands fisted into Valor’s hair, pulling him forward until his mouth collided with yours. It was sloppy, desperate – his teeth clanked against yours as your tongues tangled together, but neither of you seemed to care. His hands fell to your ass, squeezing it roughly as he started to set a brutal pace. Tears gathered in your eyes at the pain of his cock pounding into you, but when he once again used the force to circle and stimulate your clit, you felt your eyes roll back as you felt a sharp burst of pleasure trail up your spine.

Give into me, a voice whispered in your head. Use your anger; surrender to the Dark Side…

You squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back as the head of his cock brushed against something inside of you that your own fingers had never managed to find before. Panting, you arched your back, desperate to feel his cock hit that spot again. Your nails dug into his shoulders, tearing at the fabric of his robes, futilely trying to pull him closer to you.

“Commit yourself to me.” His lips brushed against your neck as he spoke, voice shaking with each thrust. “Say you’ll be mine, dear one…”

You felt the darkness of his presence descend upon you again, just as it had before, but this time you didn’t even try to raise your shields up. His force signature held only the promise of release, of guidance – you were suddenly greeted with the image of the two of you in a hotel room as you straddled him, bouncing on his cock until he was begging you to let him cum. Abruptly, the vision shifted, and then you saw yourself seated on a throne with his head between your legs, your hips rising up to meet his tongue as he doted on the most sensitive part of your body.

Next, he showed you the two of you sparing, of him painstakingly showing you how to fight like a Sith, think like a Sith – grow powerful, like a Sith. The final vision that flashed from his mind to yours was of the two of you together, standing over the corpse of his former master, each with an ignited lightsaber in your hand. Before you, in an expansive, grand throne room, thousands of people fell to their knees, bowing their heads in subjugation as their two new rulers stood before them – an entire empire, being built even now by the man Kenobi would one day fighting for the power to rule it all.

With you as his apprentice, his lover – his empress – at his side.

As soon as the image faded from your imagination, your hands fell to his belt, smoothly grabbing his lightsaber and igniting it. Immediately, his body went still, and for a moment, the two of you stayed exactly like that, neither of you so much as twitching a muscle as his weapon emitted its low, deadly hum. And then, slowly, he rose his head up and met your eyes, his pupils blown so wide that there was only a thin ring of gold around them now.

Both of you knew that you could kill him with a flick of your wrist; no matter what he did, there was no way he’d be able to move fast enough to stop you. He swallowed, staring at you, trying to gauge what your next move was going to be; and, truth be told, for a moment you pondered the same thing. What were you going to do?

Taking a deep breath, you maneuvered the ignited blade between you, careful not to singe either of you as you held the red blade above your head. You were so focused on keeping your hold on his weapon steady that you could do nothing to prevent the violent shaking in your other hand as it reached for your padawan braid. Immediate understanding washed over Kenobi’s face, and he reached for his saber, knowing what you wanted.

“No.”

He paused, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, and you straightened your spine as you held your braid taut.

“You’ll be my master,” you breathed, “but I freed myself.”

With that, you closed your eyes and brought the saber down onto the lock of hair, singeing it with a quick downward stroke before deactivating its crimson glow. The smell of burnt hair was faint in the air, and your eyes fell onto the braid now dangling from your fingers. Valor’s lightsaber clattered to the ground, forgotten as you felt the last connection you had to the Jedi die.

When your eyes slowly trailed up to meet his, you gulped at the emotion you found brimming in his eyes. Within the force, you felt something warm flow from your new master into you, and you gasped when you realized what it was – joy. Pure, unbridled joy, so unlike the impassivity Mace Windu had once displayed when taking you as his padawan. No, this was so unlike anything any of the Jedi had shown towards you, and the euphoria of it made you roll your hips forward, desperate for the feeling to last.

As if breaking out of a trance, your master blinked once, then twice, before surging forward, claiming your lips in a bruising kiss as he once more started rolling his hips.

Incredible, his mind whispered to you. Knew you were more than those fools gave you credit for, knew you would be extraordinary…

“Obi-Wan,” you moaned, breaking the kiss and letting your head fall back against the wall behind you. You’d used his birthname without thinking, but you gasped when you felt a deep, primal surge from within him. A ragged growl poured out of his lips, and his hips quickened, drawing a high-pitched wail from your throat.

One of his hands creeped between your bodies, and as soon as he started rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, you knew that you wouldn’t last much longer. Your toes curled as you felt something inside of you start to tighten – it spread up your legs, arching your spine and making stars explode behind your eyes as you approached the edge.

“Obi-Wan,” you breathed, clawing at his shoulders. You were right there, right there, so fucking close but not quite close enough. “I-I need-“

One last time, he pressed your minds together, pushing into your force presence as far as he could and opening himself up to you. A torrent of sensations flooded your system – you felt a tight, wet heat wrapped around you, tighter than anyone you’d ever fucked before. You felt someone’s nails digging into your skin, scratching at you and heightening your pleasure with sparks and jolts of pain. You felt the exhilaration of corrupting someone completely, stealing every shred of innocence from their mind, body, and soul, all at the same time.

And finally, finally, a bright, blistering light cut through the darkness as you reached the hardest orgasm you’d ever felt. You couldn’t even make a sound as it rippled through you, making your your body tense up and tremble as Valor fucked you through it. Your pussy clenched down onto his cock, walls fluttering as you rode out your high, and with a resounding cry of your name, he found his own release, painting it on your inner walls.

His hips moved against yours lazily as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm, keeping your body pressed flush against his. His lips moved slowly against yours, sloppy and languid as his tongue explored your mouth; as it was, you didn’t think you’d have the strength to stand if he let you go, and you found yourself returning his touch, longing to be close to him as the reality of what just happened set in.

When his lips eventually parted from yours, both of you took a deep breath, looking at each other with half-lidded eyes. Your new master’s face was impassive, and his presence was calm in the force, something you never would have expected from a Sith.

“You’re a Sith too now, you know,” he pointed out, and you felt your cheeks start to heat up – you’d forgotten that he could hear your thoughts. “We’re not so scary now that you’re one of us, now are we?”

He gave you an amused quirk of the eyebrow, and you shrugged, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. With one last peck to your lips, he let go of you, and though you wobbled on your feet for a moment, you managed to stay on them as he fixed his clothes.

Looking down at your hands, you realized that you were still holding your padawan braid in a tight fist; letting your fingers fall open, you held up your palm, looking at the thin sliver of hair you held in your hand. You didn’t need to check to know that the training bond you’d had with Master Windu had been broken; you would have been able to feel him the moment you woke up if it hadn’t been. How had you not noticed until now?

“Because there’s already a new bond in its place.”

You paused, furrowing your brows as you looked up at your master. Searching inside of yourself, you found that he was right; where there had once been a telepathic chord that connect you to Windu, there was now a new one, already doubly as strong as your connection to your Jedi master.

“How…?”

Confusion filled you; you hadn’t felt such a bond form, and a new force bond wasn’t something you just missed, no matter how busy you were having sex with a Sith Lord. But how, then, was it there now? Unless…

“The bond was already there when I woke up,” you realized. Glancing up, you could tell by the expression on Valor’s face that it was true. “But… But then, why-“

“I knew you would accept me,” he explained, cupping your cheek. “I formed the bond while you slept. Do you really think I would reveal the plans I have in store for my master with just anyone?”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling up at their corners as he gazed down at you fondly.

“I watched you until I knew for sure that you were the one,” he went on, running the tip of his thumb along your cheekbone. “The one who I wanted to share my knowledge, my power, and my life with. It took me about ten years to manage it, but eventually… I found you.”

You were past the point of feeling violated that he’d left such a permanent mark on you in your sleep, and you were past any concern at the possessive gleam in his eyes as he regarded you. Instead, you felt warm; you felt seen for the first time in your life. Because, to the Jedi, you’d been just one more padawan, one more soldier – you hadn’t even been special to your own master.

But this man, this Sith, had waited a decade just for you. All that mattered now was that you were here, and despite your earlier fear, you didn’t regret your decision. You leaned into your master’s touch as he pulled you to him, and you let the final shred of who you used to be fall away as his voice echoed both in your ears and in your mind.

“From now on, my dear apprentice, you will be known as Darth Nocuous, and soon, not only will the Jedi know better than to underestimate you – the entire galaxy will, starting with me.”

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[padawanlost]

Do you believe that Anakin and Padme are reunited in the afterlife? I know some fans say that George confirmed they are but I was reading a blogger gffa's (Lumi) meta talking about how it goes against all the worldbuilding of how non-Force-sensitives cannot retain their consciousness in the Force after death so Anakin would only be able to speak to Shmi and Padme through the memories he has of them. That saddens me greatly tbh and honestly don't believe that considering certain things.

Kind of. But before I get into that let me explain that the idea force-sensitives and non-force-users can’t ‘mingle’ in the afterlife is incorrect. It’s actually supported by movie canon, George lucas and Disney’s canon. Only force-sensitive can become force-ghosts but that doesn’t mean the SW’s version of heaven is for force-users only.  

It was something that was *always* meant to be part of the sw lore.

"In the rough draft Luke is asleep and struggling with thoughts of Vader and the dark side. Yoda and Ben are also present in the dream, and Luke berates Ben for not telling him that Vader is his father. Yoda explains that he'll soon be joining Ben in the Netherworld, and therefore he'll become stronger and will be better able to help Luke. Vader's voice reappears, and Luke awakens" ―First mention of the Netherworld in Episode VI's rough draft

Movie/Disney Canon:

“An old friend has learned the path to immortality. One who has returned from the netherworld of the Force.”  Revenge of the Sith (2005)

Original Canon (EU):

“Anakin, listen carefully,” Obi-Wan interrupted. “You are in the netherworld of the Force, but if you ever wish to revisit corporeal space, then I still have one thing left to teach you. A way to become one with the Force. If you choose this path to immortality, then you must listen now, before your consciousness fades.” Obi-Wan sensed confusion and remorse in Anakin’s psyche, then Anakin answered, “But Master … why me?” “Because you ended the horror, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. “Because you fulfilled the prophecy. Because you were … and are … the Chosen One.” But Obi-Wan knew in his heart that those were not the only reasons. He added, “Because I was wrong about you. And because I am your friend.” Anakin answered quietly, “Thank you, Master.” [Ryder Windham’s The Life and Legend of Obi-Wan Kenobi]

It does seem George himself said Anakin reunited with his loved ones after death. I couldn’t find the actual sources but I did find many fans claiming it’s true. Either way, there’s plenty of evidence to support this, even though the form they are ‘reunited’ is not the same one would expect from the Christian concepts of heaven and hell.

Every living being that dies goes to the same place: they become one the force. Padmé, Shmi, Qui-Gon, Anakin, Obi-wan, etc. They all go tot eh same place.

"[During the early story sessions for ESB] George Lucas and Leigh Brackett had lengthy discussions about Luke's training with Yoda and decided to turn the lessons into proverbs and commandments. ... The Force also was discussed in great detail. In the story meeting transcripts George Lucas defined the Force as follows: The act of living generates a force field, an energy. That energy surrounds us; when we die, that energy joins with all the other energy. There is a giant mass of energy in the universe that has a good side and a bad side. We are part of the Force because we generate the power that makes the Force live. When we die, we become part of that Force, so we never really die; we continue as part of the Force."  Annotated Screenplays

It seems they don’t maintain their identities unless they are trained and that only lasts for song long. Most people would die and become one with the Force. A few trained force-sensitive swere able to maintain their identities and presence in the physical real for a time. But they too could choose to join the Force with the others later (like Obi-wan and Anakin did). So, in a way, yes, Anakin and Obi-wan were reunited in the afterlife. Just not as ghosts or even themselves (on the ‘traditional’ sense).

“I strengthened the Alliance, although that was not my intent.” He extended a glimmering arm. The mellow voice sounded wrong. The mild, naked face didn’t look as if it’d hidden for decades behind a black breath mask. “Leia, things are changing. I may never be able to return to you.” [Kathy Tyers. The Truce at Bakura]

“Luke?” The voice came softly but insistently. Pausing amid the familiar landscape of Tatooine—familiar, yet oddly distorted—Luke Skywalker turned to look. An equally familiar figure stood there watching him. “Hello, Ben,” Luke said, his voice sounding sluggish in his ears. “Been a long time.” “It has indeed,” Obi-wan Kenobi said gravely. “And I’m afraid that it will be longer still until the next time. I’ve come to say good-bye, Luke.” The landscape seemed to tremble; and abruptly, a small part of Luke’s mind remembered that he was asleep. Asleep in his suite in the Imperial Palace, and dreaming of Ben Kenobi. “No, I’m not a dream,” Ben assured him, answering Luke’s unspoken thought. “But the distances separating us have become too great for me to appear to you in any other way. Now, even this last path is being closed to me.” “No,” Luke heard himself say. “You can’t leave us, Ben. We need you.” Ben’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and a hint of his old smile touched his lips. “You don’t need me, Luke. You are a Jedi, strong in the Force.” The smile faded, and for a moment his eyes seemed to focus on something Luke couldn’t see. “At any rate,” he added quietly, “the decision is not mine to make. I have lingered too long already, and can no longer postpone my journey from this life to what lies beyond.” A memory stirred: Yoda on his deathbed, and Luke pleading with him not to die. Strong am I in the Force, the Jedi Master had told him softly. But not that strong. “It is the pattern of all life to move on,” Ben reminded him. “You, too, will face this same journey one day.” Again, his attention drifted away, then returned. […] The vision seemed to waver and become fainter. “And now, farewell,” Ben said, as if he hadn’t heard the question. “I loved you as a son, and as a student, and as a friend. Until we meet again, may the Force be with you.” […] For a moment he just lay there, staring at the dim lights of the Imperial City playing across the ceiling above his bed and struggling through the sleep-induced disorientation. The disorientation, and an immense weight of sadness that seemed to fill the core of his being. First Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru had been murdered; then Darth Vader, his real father, had sacrificed his own life for Luke’s; and now even Ben Kenobi’s spirit had been taken away. For the third time, he’d been orphaned. [Heir to the Empire by Timothy Zahn]

What happens after that it’s open to interpretation. George Lucas borrowed a lot of concepts from many religions and if the thought of Anakin and Padmé’s reuniting in their afterlife is comforting to you then that’s what happened. There’s no right or wrong here. There’s only what works for us. Some may see this as the final end and other will see a new beginning.

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[luvvewan]

i wrote today

Qui-Gon sees Obi-Wan naked, as he has before, but this time it is different. He’s not sure why. And he’s not comfortable with it. 

When he thinks of his Padawan, he does want a glimpse of creamy skin to be the first thing he sees. 

Meditate. Meditate. 

…….

Obi-Wan is sent on a long solo mission. He’s so close to Knighthood, after all.  

The time apart has made Qui-Gon see how different Obi-Wan looks upon his return. Strong. Capable. He missed his apprentice—his voice, his company, the minute details of his face. 

Freckle. Dimple. The smallest flesh-colored scar. 

The night Obi-Wan comes home they sit together on the couch and Obi-Wan regales him with stories from this long mission. But he’s also exhausted, and when the conversation mellows, Obi-Wan falls asleep against Qui-Gon’s shoulder. 

Obi-Wan wakes up the next morning and apologizes when he realizes he’s spent the night drooling on Qui-Gon’s shoulder. 

“It’s alright, Padawan. I was loath to disturb you when you were obviously tired.” But if he’s being honest with himself, he enjoyed the closeness too much. Obi-Wan laments what must have been an uncomfortable night for Qui-Gon (oh but it wasn’t at all, and that’s the problem) and says he surely needs a shower. 

“I must reek. There wasn’t a shower on the transport. My poor Master.” He leans over and kisses Qui-Gon on the cheek before heading into the fresher.

Qui-Gon falls back on the couch. His face burns. It was a chaste kiss. Of course it was. What else could it be?

He spends the next few days trying not to think of the kiss, failing. He is trying to remember other times Obi-Wan has kissed him.

It’s just his luck that amidst his silent tussling, Obi-Wan asks him to spar, and when he enters the dojo Obi-Wan is already removing his tunic. It’s an intense spar. Obi-Wan has been harder to best lately, and soon they have crossed the entire dojo, matching blow for blow, sweat dripping from Qui-Gon’s brow and gleaming in rivulets along the hard lines of Obi-Wan’s chest.

Qui-Gon struggles. Obi-Wan is young and focused. Qui-Gon is neither of those things.

Obi-Wan notices the gap in his defenses, and then Qui-Gon is being knocked onto his back, Obi-Wan standing above him.

In too many ways, Qui-Gon feels like he’s losing.

And failing. Failing Obi-Wan. Looking at his own Padawan and seeing what he shouldn’t.

…….

Their next mission is difficult. Limited accommodations.

“I can take the floor,” Qui-Gon insists. “My old back would probably be better for it.”

But Obi-Wan refuses, of course. How many times have they shared a bed out of necessity? And Obi-Wan is an easy bedmate. He tends to find a position and remain there for the night, usually tucked on his side. Qui-Gon knows it’s at least partially because he himself is a large man, and Obi-Wan wants to give him space.

The planet is uncomfortably warm. Their tunics stuck to their skin during that day’s negotiations. So they peel down to their small clothes to sleep. 

Still, Qui-Gon feels a chilled rush when Obi-Wan’s bare skin brushes his own.

*You foolish man. A leg against a leg.*

Obi-Wan’s brain will work a mission over again and again, taking hold of it like a puzzle, moving the pieces, even when he should be sleeping. This is why they’ve spent many nights of his apprenticeship laying awake, talking through details, theories, inevitably wandering off on philosophical tangents until Qui-Gon begs for mercy. This time, he wants to beg for mercy because Obi-Wan has kicked off his side of the thin blanket, and lays nearly nude, restless.

He remembers that kiss. Only a kiss on the cheek.

A chaste kiss, so what harm is there in returning the sentiment? Qui-Gon presses his lips softly to the worried space between Obi-Wan’s brows. “Obi-Wan.” Why do the syllables feel different in his mouth, more delicate, “Be at peace, my Padawan.” He whispers.

Obi-Wan’s eyes open in the dark. “How can I?”

Qui-Gon realizes he is hovering too close, and pulls back slightly. He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. “The Force,” he replies, because it is the only answer worth giving.

But Obi-Wan does not look at all appeased. “Has it taken this trouble from you?  Do you sleep well, my Master?”

“Not at all,” Qui-Gon admits. He can hardly recognize his own husk of a voice.

“You could.” 

Qui-Gon swallows carefully. He doesn’t move. “You cannot say more, Padawan. If you do, I won’t have the power in me to refuse you.”

Obi-Wan reaches up and cups the back of Qui-Gon’s head in his hand. The skin above his lip glistens with perspiration. “*More*.”

Qui-Gon‘s heart is beating too quickly to be measured. And then he meets Obi-Wan’s waiting mouth with his own. There is an initial hesitance, just an awkward half-moment before they sink together. 

Obi-Wan’s hand remains on Qui-Gon’s head, his fingers gingerly curling through long, humid-damp hair. His shields are down. Everything emanating from him is Light and contentment.

Qui-Gon breaks the kiss long enough to say “You see? Powerless.”

The eyes watching him shift between grey and blue, love and fire. This is Obi-Wan.

He falls into the waiting embrace. It really is too warm, but he’s not in any kind of state to care. He needs Obi-Wan closer, chest to chest, mouth to mouth. He needs to feel the swell of the buttocks in his hands, not just a forbidden image.

Obi-Wan gasps into his mouth, obviously surprised. But soon he’s pressing back into the exploratory grasp.

“Beautiful,” Qui-Gon manages. Obi-Wan’s rear is firm but ample, and Qui-Gon traces its crease over the top of the thin sleep shorts.

The rest could be forgiven, albeit not forgotten, if he pulls away before that. He doesn’t. He can only go further, like they both want.

Obi-Wan lays his hand against Qui-Gon’s bearded cheek. “I never told anyone. I thought maybe it would go away with time. But it’s for you. If you want me—“

“Of course I want you.” Comes the instant assurance, “Little Gods, with my last moment, I would take you, if that was my only chance.”

Obi-Wan laughs, and Qui-Gon feels the gust of breath on his face. They have never been so close, felt each other this way. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to *that*.”

It won’t. No, Qui-Gon is already sitting back and pulling Obi-Wan onto his lap, to continue their kiss. Obi-Wan grinds himself against Qui-Gon. They are both fully hard.

TBC!

Thanks to @firondoiel and my sweet peeps at the Qui Obi Writing Discord for the inspiration and encouragement. Let’s see if I can write the rest!

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To the Moon and Back

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

A/N: Chapter 14

Warnings: Smut

You invited Reid over to your apartment for a movie night, you had wanted to start watching the Star Wars movies with him. He came over with chinese food from your favorite local restaurant, “Thank you for bringing the food,” you opened the door for him.

He set the bag on your coffee table and pulled a long box out of his pocket, “I got you a gift,” he handed you the box.

“Spence, you shouldn’t have,” you opened the box to see a diamond necklace. “It’s beautiful,” you took it out of the box and examined it in your hand.

“May I?” He pointed to the necklace you nodded and handed it to him. You turned with your back to him and moved your hair out of the way. He wrapped his arm around your neck and put the necklace on for you. You turned back and started to fidget with the necklace. You leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. He looked at your lips and you looked at his before leaning in and kissing him again, this time with more passion. You rocked into the kiss. You felt his hand tangle in your hair.

You moved your leg so that you were straddling his lap. He put his hands on your hips, never breaking out of the kiss. You started to unbutton his shirt, and you placed your hands on his chest. You ran your fingers along his chest muscles. He was a lot beefier than you thought he would be. 

His hands ran up and down your sides eventually grabbing the ends of your shirt and pulling it over your head. You finished with the buttons on his shirt and slipped it off his arms. He ran his fingers down to your legs. He flipped you on your back so that he was on top. Your hands lingered down to his belt. You took his belt off and threw it to the side. Unbuttoning his pants, you heard a moan escape his lips. He stood up and finished taking off his pants. 

He positioned himself on top of you and placed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He lingered on your neck for a bit. When his kisses became more like biting you moaned into his ear, and you felt him smile while still kissing you. 

He finished up with your neck and continued kissing down your body. He paused for a minute to just stare at you and admire all your curves and how perfect you looked. When he returned to kissing your stomach he started to undo the buttons on your shorts. He slid them off and threw them to where the rest of your clothes were. 

This was one of the first times that you two had seen each other naked. Every time he looked somewhere other than your eyes, it would take him a second to snap back into reality. You placed a soft kiss on his lips and he returned it. You reached down and pulled his boxers down enough for him to break free. He grabbed the hem of your panties and pulled them down.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He hesitantly asked before entering, you nodded. He positioned himself at your entrance and slid in.

“Fuck,” you moaned at the feeling.

“Are you okay?” He stopped moving and waited for a response, you simply nodded.

He continued to thrust in and out of you, each time bringing you closer to climaxing. Eventually, you tipped over the edge and came around his cock. He came soon after. He breathed heavily on your neck before pulling out of you. 

“That was amazing,” he got off of you and walked over to where you two had thrown your clothes. He pulled his boxers back on. You got up from the couch, still dazed and went to your bedroom to change. You put on a tanktop and shorts.

When you entered your living room again Spencer was sitting on the couch eating his lo mein noodles, “So what movie are we watching?” he asked with a mouthful of food.

“The Phantom Menace,” you grabbed a soda from the fridge, “Do you want anything to drink?” 

“I’m ok,” he shouted back at you. 

You shut the fridge and went back to the couch. You set your drink down and went to put the dvd in the player. Spence had grabbed a blanket for you and put it on your lap when you sat down. You grabbed the remote and your chicken and started the movie. WIthing seconds the Star Wars theme was ringing through your apartment. You finished your food quickly and cuddled into Spencer. 

“This movie sucks,” he whispered while kissing the top of your head.

You looked up at him, “I know.” 

This time he was the first one to fall asleep. You stayed up and watched all of the action, you started to cry when Qui-Gon died. When the movie ended, you carefully got up and changed the dvd. It was almost midnight, but that wasn’t going to stop you from watching Attack of the Clones. You had turned the volume down earlier to let Spencer sleep. You thought he was going to wake up, but he was just readjusting. 

After the movie you turned off the TV and snuggled closer to Spencer, eventually falling asleep. When you woke up, you were in your bed and your clock said it was 7. There was some noise coming from your kitchen so you carefully went to check it out, “Spence, you scared me.” Reid was standing in your kitchen making you breakfast.

“Sorry,” he was holding a spatula and wearing one of the aprons you kept around. “I didn’t know how you liked your eggs, so I made scrambled.”

“Lucky for you I love scrambled eggs,” you walked over to your breakfast bar and pulled out one of the stools.

“I present eggs a la Spencer,” he put a plate with eggs, sausage, and hash browns in front of you. 

“Thank you,” you grabbed a fork and started to eat them. “These are really good,” you had to resist shoveling it all in your mouth at once.

“I’m glad you like it.” He made a plate for himself and came to sit next to you. “I have to go soon, I was supposed to go to a convention with Garcia today.”

“Which one?” you took another bite of your eggs.

“The sci-fi one downtown,” he was starting to gather some of his stuff.

You put your plate in the sink, “have fun.”

“What are you doing today?” He finished packing and went back to the kitchen.

“I’m probably going to watch TV or something.”

“Have fun,” he kissed you on your forehead and headed for the door.

“Call me later,” you shouted after your boyfriend.

“Will do,” he closed the door, leaving you by yourself. 

You cleaned up the mess he made in the kitchen, and went for the couch. The movie from last night started playing when you turned the TV on. You browsed through the menu for a while before deciding to watch Iron Man. You only watched one hour of the movie before your phone started ringing. “Hey Hotch,” you greeted your boss.

“Hey, we need you at the Colonial Liberty bank ASAP,” He sounded frantic.

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