anakinks

Here's a couple solid omegaverse fics. This list is shorter than most of the ones I write but Meh.

Stars are for my favorites.

Apparently I didn't bookmark these when I first read them despite really enjoying them, so I forgot to include them yesterday, but here's a few more!

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, background Padme/Anakin - Relationship Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jango Fett, CC-2224 | Cody, Anakin Skywalker, Boba Fett, Vokara Che Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Family Feels, Knotting, Rimming, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, my kink is developing plot, Omega Obi-Wan Kenobi, war chronology is probably a mess, I Write Smut Not Galactic History Books, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, there will be more plot AND more kink, Pregnant Obi-Wan Kenobi, Touch-Starved, Cuddles Series: Part 1 of How to build a family Summary:

Anakin: Yeah I have PTSD.

Anakin: Proficient Talent for Sucking D-

Me, awake at 4:06am about to look for another fic to read:

I just read a goddamn amazing fic by @anakinks I've been wanting to read a Obikin abo fic and it has me #shOOketH!!!! Like????? I'm???? so shook ashjbk?????? God #bless

Like here’s an accurate picture of me as I read this fic:

Here’s the fic pls read and come scream with me:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21773665

Anakin was lying on the bed, head abandoned on the pillow, curls in disarray around his face, breathing hard.

Obi-Wan was kissing slowly up his legs, biting, licking. His thighs were littered with old bruises already, small half-moon shapes where Obi-Wan had dug in his short nails, red splotches where he’d sucked on the pale flesh and raw, reddened skin where Padmé had tied him up, making him all pretty with her sets of ropes.

Obi-Wan’s mouth wasn’t gentle on him, hands on his hips keeping him still, while his beard rasped around the delicate skin with every kiss and nip.

“Obi-Wan,” he whined, hard already, nipples peaked and red, the smell of arousal thick in the air, so sweet it still robbed Obi-Wan of his senses every single time.

“Patience,” Obi-Wan said with that insufferable half-smile of his.

Anakin flipped them around with a twist of his hips and a push of the Force. “No,” he said, the gold in his eyes nearly swallowed by the black of his pupils, imperious like Padmé usually was.

Obi-Wan grabbed a pillow and quickly stuffed it under his own neck - Anakin graciously allowing it, sitting up on his knees. But as soon as he was settled, Anakin lowered himself on his face, trapping him between his thighs.

If Obi-Wan had to pick a place to die, that would be it.

From this close, the smell of Anakin’s slick was overpowering, nearly sending him into a rut. The need to please his precious Apprentice, his Omega, his Anakin overpowered everything else. His senses narrowed down to the sensations of flesh around him, to the flavour on his tongue, more and more slick coming out.

He moved his lips, knowing that the rough bristles of his beard would send shocks of pleasure through Anakin - who keened high in his throat.

Sweet and still way too teasing and slow, he kissed and licked around Anakin’s hole,

With his durasteel hand, Anakin grabbed the headboard, while he used the other one to pull on Obi-Wan’s hair.

Obi-Wan chuckled softly at the impatience, quick puffs of air on Anakin’s damp flesh. He squirmed above him, then pressed down, nearly suffocating him. Obi-Wan thrust up his tongue into Anakin’s hole, beginning to fuck him in earnest now, hands on his hips, holding onto him, feeling the muscles of his thighs tremble and the Force tensing around them, the air thick and charged like before a lightning storm.

“Oh, no, you wanted this,” Obi-Wan said when Anakin moved to grab his own cock, “I’m sure you can come from this alone, can’t you, dear one?”

As always, the endearment made Anakin whimper and blush.

There was no verbal answer, but Obi-Wan knew Anakin’s body as intimately as his own, like his very heart, and he knew how to play with him, each sensation reverberating back to him through their bond.

When it became too much, he shoved down his underwear and got one hand on his cock, pulling roughly, no thought behind it, all of his focus on getting Anakin off.

“Come for me,” he whispered against the curve of Anakin’s ass, and Anakin let out a long breathy moan, soft and exhausted, and bore down on his face once more before coming untouched. His pleasure reverberated in the Force so strongly, Obi-Wan was sure Padmé must have felt it, wherever she was. They did that on purpose, sometimes, teased her with images and phantom sensations just out of her reach, and she and Anakin did that to him too, whenever he was away from them.

After a moment, Anakin’s mech hand came down from the headboard and onto Obi-Wan’s cheek, caressing softly. Obi-Wan nuzzled into the cool metal, a welcome contrast with how hot he felt all over, sticky with sweat and come.

Rules/Information:

December 29-January 5th

Both art and writing are accepted.

Any and all Obi-Wan pairings are accepted Enjoy your favorites! Or you can have him alone if the prompt allows you to be inspired that way.

Use the tag #subobi week so that your works can be easily found and reblogged for all to enjoy!

You do not have to have a Tumblr blog to participate. You can share links to your work on our Discord,  our Pillow Fort Community, or send this blog an anon ask telling us how to find it, and an admin will make a post for you linking to your piece. (We have a collection on AO3 as well Please add it to the collection if you post it there.)

You do not have to do every single prompt to participate.

Don’t worry about being a little late on posting. We’re understanding that life is a busy thing, and this event is for fun.

Your work doesn’t have to be NSFW though most prompts do lean towards it.

Remember this is SubObi week, so let’s keep him the submissive one.

Dates and prompts:

December 29 - Forced orgasms/overstimulation

December 30 - Public

December 31 - Cockcage

January 1 - Rough sex

January 2 - Omegaverse

January 3 - Slavery (consensual or not) and/or Free use kink

January 4 - Sharing fantasies

January 5 - BONUS Free Day! Use a prompt you wish had gotten a day, or make up your own!

Some clone butts. From the top left: Hardcase, Tup, Fives, Rex, Cody and Wolffe. I had fun doodling all of these butts and sexy backs.

A very anonymous anon, and certainly not @icsek in a trenchcoat. I am working on writing up more of this AU. I’m just getting anxious and want to post the first bit.

Constellations AU Part 1

The first thing that Obi-Wan notices about him are his eyes. They catch his attention, even through the bustling foot traffic of Tatooine’s red light district: a clear, deep blue, like the pristine waters of Alderaan’s lakes. They stand out against the beiges, tans, and whites that make up life on a desert planet. The sand, the buildings, the clothes their occupants wear, and even the sky when the sandstorms creep along the horizon.

Obi-Wan doesn’t know what brought him here, to what is arguably Mos Eisley’s wealthiest district. Until now, the majority of his time has been spent along the outskirts of the spaceport, where its most impoverished citizens reside. Installing vaporators, building homes, wiring solar panels. He had come to this planet with the intention of providing aid and relief to the many beings struggling to survive under the cruelty and greed of the Hutts, the power and wealth of the Alderaan government at his back. As he makes his way through the crowds, however, he can feel it: the gentle tug and flow of the Force. He has experienced it through his life, since his days as a Jedi Initiate. There is no longer any mistaking its call.

Whatever he thought he was here for, clearly the Force has other intentions. There is more to this planet and his arrival here than a simple relief mission for its free poor. Obi-Wan can feel this with certainty as he kneels in the sand before the cowering slave, no longer bold enough to meet his eyes with the alpha so close. Instead he hunches in on himself, his eyes cast down to the sand at their feet, and shivers slightly despite the heat of the day.

“Hello there,” he murmurs, catching the boy gently by the chin and turning his face upward into the light. The omega makes a soft noise, rasping and frightened, and Obi-Wan strokes his free hand soothingly through the boy’s hair. “It’s alright,” he says when the boy’s gaze finally flickers up to him, blue eyes wide with distrust and confusion, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

The omega doesn’t seem particularly sure, still shakes in Obi-Wan’s grip, but doesn’t struggle any more. He certainly is a beautiful thing, even marked as he is by the abuses he’s suffered. Obi-Wan’s tastes have never run toward the fairest sex, preferring the company of other alphas to that of omegas, but there is something magnetic about this one that has him all but spellbound. Perhaps it’s those eyes, or his vanilla-sweet scent, but most likely, he thinks, it’s the boy’s glow in the Force. Warm, so warm, like the boy himself is one of Tatooine’s suns. He makes it again, that soft rasping sound, and from this new angle, the source of the noise becomes apparent.

Previously hidden by the wide band of the collar, Obi-Wan can see a jagged, ugly scar running along the boy’s throat, the incision having likely severed the young omega’s vocal cords and rendered him all but mute. It is a practice he’s heard of in the past, a so-called correction to m defiant or mouthy slaves, but there is something particularly distressing about seeing it in person that turns his stomach. In his travels, he has seen all kinds of cruelties that the galaxy is capable of, but it never ceases to horrify him what some beings are capable of.

“You like that one?” A reedy voice says, startling Obi-Wan out of his study of the omega’s scar. A weequayan male, skin withered and wrinkled by the suns, has made his way from the brothel and not watches Obi-Wan with sharp eyes, shining with greed. “He is for sale. Got ‘im in exchange for a debt. Shoulda known better; he’s nothing but trouble. I’ll give him to you cheap. Better for me than just putting him down. Even the Hutts won’t buy damaged goods.”

The wedding band on Obi-Wan’s finger seems to burn as he considers the young omega, and continues to do so when he follows the weequay inside. Even a couple thousand credits will hardly be missed, considering the vast fortune he and his husband have acquired over the course of their careers. The Senate pays well, and even though Obi-Wan has not served since his engagement, they still have plenty to spare.