SithWan with a harem, but imagine Obi-Wan is repulsed by any other kind of physical contact after killing his Anakin, so he finds a way to bring him back– from other universes.
Some accept immediately, while others take years of courtship before agreeing to marry Obi-Wan.
If the Empire was already feared with just one Vader, now with ten of them, different ages, abilities, and mindsets, none are identical, and none are like his Anakin.
That leads to, in the middle of Ahsoka's fight with Anakin in the World Between Worlds, SithWan appears qalong with 3 other Anakins and they take the canon Anakin away thinking it is SithWan's.
Anakin wakes up in a clone body of himself, SithWan above him telling him how much he has missed him all these years, while Anakin thinks about how angry his Obi-Wan will be for being late...
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Any Top Obi Wan x Bottom Anakin Fanfics you guys can recommend?🙈😳
With ao3 being under maintenance. Does anyone have fics that they could recommend me? Especially websites/apps like in Wattpad, Fanfic.net, and ficbook.net that I could look into for obikin fics? (or pretty much any fanfic websites) would love to see people's recommendation.
A lil' teaser of the A/B/O AniDala fic I've been working on with top!alpha!Padme and bottom!omega!Anakin :3c
Might change the name of the random sentient I made up to make Padme jealous but idk. let me know what you think (the planet and species Lellish is all from SW, just the character isn't).
Once both feet were on level ground, Anakin had, politely, retreated from the Lellish’s sudden touch. He shared a glance with her as they walked ahead to follow their host and the rest of the entourage. Strange, sure, but nothing to make a scene over. They moved on. She moved on.
As chaperone, the Lellish guided the two to their rooms, who introduced themselves as Prádola along the way, while their host had to unexpectedly take leave. Perfectly polite behavior. If they didn't walk in time right between her and Anakin with plenty of space between them and herself, but perhaps barely a palm's width between them and Anakin.
Padmé muffled a scoff with her drink at the memory, blowing little ripples across the surface. The flavor sat heavy on her tongue, much too heavy to be served with the silly assortment of appetizers carried on dishes by wait staff that barely came around…in her opinion.
She let her shoulders slump a bit with a held-back sigh. Seemed like every little thing chafed at her mood. She really was trying not to let her personal feelings carry over into the night and disturb her ability for diplomacy, but when she thought herself collected her searching eye would find Anakin, fixed to whatever spot the cameras weren’t focused on, Prádola fixed to his side, and she'd get herself all worked up again. At the moment she was stuck standing in a circle of Republic ambassadors while Prádola tried to monopolize her husband’s attention.
A waiter with a tray of flat, crispy green squares topped with a dark paste walked by. Prádola turned around to pick a couple up and Anakin found her across the room and gave her an enthusiastic wave. He jerked his thumb at Prádola and rolled his eyes.
This time she took a drink to hide her smile, but the slight crinkle of the corner of her eyes sparkled with amusement nonetheless.
Prádola had turned back around and taken her love’s attention off her once more, however. She watched as they handed Anakin the finger food, then tried not to snort into her glass when he took a bite and an eruption of flakey crumbs fluttered to the floor and stuck to his clothes. He finished the rest of it in one bite to prevent any more crumb messes. He held his hands aloft, looking for something to wipe his oily, pastry flaked fingers with. Oh, and of course Prádola had a napkin ready. She narrowed her eyes. Ugh. How unflatteringly keen.
If she paid any attention to the conversation around her she might have missed what happened next, but right then she clearly saw Prádola grab Anakin’s prosthetic arm by the wrist in a move to wipe it clean for him. An uncontrolled growl scratched the lining of her throat before she saw Anakin jerk his hand back, clearly offended.
Surprised by her sudden loss of composure and manners, she quickly tried to pass it off as a cough.
“Are you alright Miss Amidala?” One of the ambassadors asked.
“Yes- ahem- I’m alright. Just-,” She lifted her glass, “went down the wrong way.” She gestured for the conversation to continue. “Please, don’t mind me.”
She paid attention then, torn between suppressing more tactless behavior by avoiding whatever was now happening across the ballroom or verifying Anakin wasn’t about to give Prádola a prosthetic arm of their own. She couldn’t help her eyes flitting over, just to peek, and saw Anakin striding her way. Behind him Prádola looked rejected, but whole, so she flicked her gaze back to the circle of ambassadors.
When she looked, Anakin’s expression had been knotted into the familiar shapes of indignation, but she missed them rearrange into something puzzled, then troubled, as the distance between them shrank.
She turned her head as she felt Anakin step to her side, just a tad behind her shoulder.
“Hey,” Hand covering the movement of his lips he spoke low and fast. “I think we should go back to our rooms.”
“What? Why?” she asked, surprised and skeptical, matching his volume.
Anakin leaned in closer, spoke even lower. “It’s…your scent. I don’t think others can tell at the moment, but this near you it smells like- like your rut.”
“Really? Are you sure?” She lifted her hand to feel her scent patch. Maybe the adhesive was peeling?
“Yeah, pretty sure.” He leveled her with a look. “I’m familiar.”
"[name]..." anakin whined, voice horse and rough from all his cries. shaky hands reached up to cup the sides of your face.
"haa... haa.. pl-please..!" his breath heaved. what was he begging for, more? less? he didn't even know himself, 'please' was the only word he could coherently say due to your relentless punishment.
you couldn't help the wicked smile that broke out across your face. force, how you longed for this moment, to be the one to bring the chosen one to his knees. maybe the puzzle that was anakin skywalker wasn't so hard to decipher, noone could deny their true nature and anakins was being a needy slut.
you slapped his hands away, relishing in the way tears filled his blue eyes making them seem all the more entrancing. defeated, he laid back down, propped up on his forearms. his hair fell into his face, watery azure eyes peered through brown locks. you swallowed the urge to pin him down and give anakin what you both wished for. did he know how provocative he looked?
"pl-please.. kiss-"
"ani, ani, ani," you tutted. "who are you to make demands in this situation, hm?" anakins side of the bond poked and prodded at your shields, even so, you wouldn't let up, it was crucial you had them up, you couldn't let anakin know the full extent of your desire. although, it was probably obvious, you didn't hide bother trying it on your face.
you shivered as you felt the pure need and desperation flood your senses. the force roared around you almost choking with animalistic desire. it didn't seem like anakin was doing consciously from how he was laying there on the bed, energy spent, hair even more wild than usual and cock angrily throbbing against the chiseled plane of his abs.
all the same, you found this is when he looked best, vulnerable under you, utterly and completely at your mercy. still, seeing anakin take down enemies with ease, hair and robes bellowing in the wind and his saber highlighting the features on his face was still a sight that made your jaw drop every time.
but, you knew anakins strength, not only was he gifted in the force at imaginable levels but his sheer strength. the amount of times he's bested you at djem so makes you wince just thinking about it. he could easily over power you if he wanted, take that sweet release and end this.
except, you both knew the thought never crossed his mind. it didn't matter how long you'd continue this, he'd still lay there, complacent and eager to please you.
but this wasn't just heartless behavior, no, you were conducting an experiment of sorts... could anakin cum just from having his chest toyed with like a girl? if he could, you'd fuck him, give him what he's so obediently yearned for. if not... well, the night is young.
