#anicow

he has big beautiful brown eyes with thick dark lashes and obi-wan can absolutely not say no those eyes

anakin has a slightly longer tongue due to his cow genes which obi-wan first realizes when anakin in his overzealousness shoves it a bit deeper into his mouth while they're kissing

anakin didn't want to get his nose pierced and instead got his tongue. one of his ears is pierced as well.

obi-wan cannot stop thinking about it and teaches anakin how to rim him

anakin is a vegetarian, duh. he eats the flower heads of all of obi-wans roses whenever he gets the chance

he loves loves loves baths. just pampering himself with nicely scented water and bubbles and things that make his skin feel nice and soft

he's so very curious about nipple piercings but doesn't dare get them. he tries to convince obi-wan to get his nipples pierced but it doesn't go well

instead, anakin discoveres he likes obi-wan to put nipple clamps on him

anakin just really prefers not to wear clothes but he quickly realizes that some garments drive obi-wan insane (horny) which anakin totally takes advantage of very often

a few days pass and it's fine. to a certain degree.

bc anakin now has super fuzzy ears that look SO soft to the touch, they make obi-wan's fingertips ache to rub against them. and he now has two small bony portrusions at the top of his skull, that frame his face and somehow make it look even cuter than before. and he now has a tail that swooshes with his each move, motion which has forced anakin to forego his robe and have to cut holes into his pants (imperfect ellipses that stretch further with the weight of the fabric, bringing the line of his ass into view), or to sometimes ditch his clothes altogether, opting for the spacious freeing comfort of his cloak, the tail swishing under the garment, accentuating the knowledge of the nakedness beneath.

not to mention the darker spots that start forming across his skin, perfectly contrasting and bringing out the soft blue of anakin's ever-dazzling eyes.

so yeah obi-wan is fine. it's not like he has been harboring feelings for his padawan for an inappropriately long time—now aggravated by his cattle-like features—anyways.

everything is also fine, when anakin comes to obi-wan's room one night, the front of his tunic soaked, his face flush and brows furrowed, confusion and soft waves of pain swirling in the force around him.

"master, it's..."

anakin doesn't finish his sentence. he doesn't have to, with everything said when he pushes his tunic off his shoulders to reveal his chest glistening with a sheen of wetness that coats it. and no, it's not sweat. or water.

no, because in anakin's chest, from the soft mounds that his breasts have swollen into, from his pink, perked, nipples, obi-wan finds an opaque white liquid gushing out in lovely little drops.

there's milk pouring out of anakin's breast.

running along the curves and dips of anakin's stomach. glazing his skin with a white glow that reaches right above anakin's hipline, stopped by the waist of his pants.

there's milk soaking into the fabric of anakin's trousers.

and another liquid soaking into the fabric of obi-wan's own trousers.

ANON!!!!! so i went to sleep last night thinking about this and i love it i love it so much, it has taken over my brain today (also fucking cheers anon anaobiluke with bottom anakin is THE shit 🥂)

so let's say during the whole anicow fiasco, luke hadn't been home, he had gone on a trip or was working away or smth idk. so when he comes home, obi-wan's like "oh, luke, due to circumstances, we uhh have a new member in the house. this is anicow." cue awkward luke/anicow first meeting. and ofc, obi-wan now has to teach luke how to deal with him and milk him

and so i was thinking of a scenario where one day, obi-wan goes out on an errand or whatever and luke is left alone with anakin. luke's just doing his thing around the house, when anakin comes to him, flushed and frowning

and oh, it's time for anakin to get milked. his breasts have swollen and there's milk leaking out his nipples. luke flushes at the image and he tells anakin that obi-wan is still out and he doesn't know when he'll come back.

(luke has never milked anakin alone himself, it has only ever been with obi-wan teaching him, guiding his hands and whispering encouragement into his ears)

(also, anicow is still pretty skeptical of luke/getting milked by him. bc only obi-wan can touch him >:( !!! no one else should be touching him!!! it took him so long to get comfortable with obi-wan, so yeah he's still working on it with luke) (but still, that doesn't change the fact that his breasts are leaking and uncomfortable and he needs to be emptied.)

so, anakin tells luke that no, he needs to get milked now. and luke's like "oh shit, ok, uhhhh come here then", so luke settles himself on a chair, and anakin comes to stand in front of him.

he asks anakin to turn around to sit diagonal on his lap

(obi-wan's taught him two positions to milk anakin. one, with anakin facing you while you squeeze his breasts and have the milk drip down. not the most optimal bc milk will get squirted at your face and you won't be able to catch much of it, but necessary to know bc anakin kinda likes it or smth

the second one, which is the optimal one, is with anakin in your lap—sideways bc he's too tall—so u can set a bucket on anakin's lap and catch the milk with minimal waste)

but anakin doesn't turn around and sit, he refuses to. bc apparently, he wants luke to use his mouth.

and oh shit, obi-wan did NOT teach luke that. he had only ever taught him how to use his hands. and it's not like he didn't know that obi-wan would milk him like that and it's not like luke can't figure it out himself, but he just doesn't know if he can. should.

so he lets anakin know as much, but when anakin wants something, he wants it. and he needs to get milked now and it needs to be with someone sucking on his boobs. it needs to.

so luke's like damn ok then, and gently pulls anakin and settles him on his lap. except this time facing luke.

so now anakin's boobs are right at luke's face, his nipples hard and perked and leaking, and shit. luke swallows. anakin whines and presses himself further into him, pressing his soft breasts against luke's face.

so luke does what he has to. sets his lips right at anakin's breast. and he sucks.

and immediately, anakin notices the difference.

luke is softer.

the first thing he notices is how luke's face is smooth, it doesn't rasp against anakin's skin like he has gotten accustomed to obi-wan's beard doing

he is also softer in his touch, less firm and gentler

while obi-wan's sucks are generally more calculated, more purposeful, firm and dry, luke's are much less thoughtful. duly inexperienced. chaotic and desperate and wet.

his first few sucks are hesitant. but only the first few. anakin's milk starts streaming and luke deepens his pull, turns further, sucking rougher and faster. and anakin can hear the desperate gulps in his throat. can see the milk streaming down his chin.

and while obi-wan generally keeps his tongue rested against his breast, moving it in casual, spaced out licks, luke's tongue flicks repeatedly against anakin's nipple, an incessant force against his sensitive teat. he moves so much more.

luke eyes flick up to meet anakin's and anakin whimpers, and luke notices how his ears twitch along with his body. luke turns his eyes back down and he gulps and gulps, until anakin is left dry, moving to work on the next breast.

everything's going good, right. except. luke is so so so very much into this and anakin’s letting out the loveliest moans, muffled whimpers and breathless gasps and it's so hot and it has luke horny and his cock very much straining against his pants

doesn't help that anakin's dick is also very much erect and throbbing between them.

so when anakin no longer has any milk to pull, luke removes himself from his breast, and finds anakin's gaze. anakin looks wrecked and luke feels the same—knows he must look the same. anakin’s cock drips against his trousers and his fingers clutch at luke's shoulder.

a question hangs in the air, and they only stare at each other, with neither wanting to address it.

you get me, anon, you get me 😌