ao3 | ~ check out "fic recs" and "my fics" ~ [22] just an audhd boygal with a star wars special interest majoring in kenobi studies. fic writer, fic reccer, and jedi bootlicker
I feel like a core part of how I understand Anakin is that you can never take anything he says as particularly truthful. Anakin is constantly lying, about everything, and to everyone. He lies about what he wants, he lies about who and what he is, he lies about how he feels. He's not honest with Padme, he's not honest with Obi-Wan, he's not honest with Ahsoka, and he's absolutely never honest with himself.
So yes, he comes off as someone who desperately wants romantic love, who wants a relationship with someone and a marriage and everything that comes with it. But I don't think it's ACTUALLY what he wants, I think that's just how he's choosing to DIRECT his emotions but it never quite seems to ever satisfy anything in him when he DOES get it. There's always something else, something more that he wants that he can't really name.
So even in a happy fix-it AU, I don't truly think he'd ever end up in a happy romantic relationship with someone as his endgame. I think he and Padme would make each other miserable and they'd end up divorced and going their separate ways and Anakin would find satisfaction and fulfillment in something else. I think he'd find a purpose that fulfilled his need to be needed by others on his own terms and he'd never end up really pursuing a romantic relationship if he were more mentally healthy.
I firmly believe that if Palpatine had never succeeded in establishing the Empire, and had the decency to just do everyone a favour and die, Anakin and Padme wouldn't have lasted as a couple. Part of what kept them together was the limited time they had with one another while the war was raging and the fact that Anakin was in so much danger so much of the time probably led to Padme forgiving actions that she really shouldn't have (beating Rush Clovis into a pulp, anyone?). Anakin WANTED Padme, but I've always questioned whether he actually loved her. He was obsessed with Padme and I think he confused that with romantic love.
this is rough as bc i'm so foggy right now, but here's some anakin whining for obi-wan to give him a prostate orgasm as my first fic of 2026 ☺️
tags: nsfw, PWP, topwan, bottomkin, prostate milking, obi-wan talking anakin through it, minor dacryphilia
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It's been an hour and Anakin still shows no signs of wanting to stop, despite his feverish skin and the intermittent shivers running through his body as he pants deliriously, tongue lolling. He's drooling and sweating and tears have gathered at the corners of his eyes as his untouched cock leaks copiously, but he still greedily pulls Obi-Wan closer, meets him thrust for thrust.
Obi-Wan barely holds back a groan as he twists his hips, blinking irritably when strands of hair fall into his eyes; the angle should be just right after they'd placed a pillow beneath Anakin's hips and he'd tilted him properly, calves slung over his shoulders and knees pressing perfectly against his temples when he hits Anakin's prostate with enough force to send him jerking. His beautiful boy's moans reach him as if through muffled water like this, and he feels his gut tighten further every time they turn strangled.
"R-remember what I said -" he grates out, baring his teeth agonisingly when Anakin tightens around him, washing hot air against his flushed cheek with every punched out breath as he struggles not to fuck him faster, deeper. "It might - not - happen - fuck, Anakin - "
Anakin tosses his head to the side with a cry as his cock spurts, the hot clench of him halfway to milking him, so close is he to coming - but in the next instant he's pushing against Obi-Wan's chest and bringing his legs down to wrap around his waist instead, eyes blown wide and pupils eclipsed as he fights the rising tide of sensation. Obi-Wan hisses and slaps a palm to his sweaty hip, grips tight to stop his squirming.
"I - I know," Anakin whimpers, arching his back as he scratches at Obi-Wan's chest, half feral from the protracted fingering and rimming Obi-Wan had subjected him to before he'd speared into his desperate body. Obi-Wan shudders, pinning him down ruthlessly as Anakin continues to writhe. "But I want it Obi-Wan - wanna see if I can - don't wanna stop -"
"You just did - " there's no holding back the snarl in his voice as he grabs for Anakin's fluttering hands and traps them to his chest, the twitching body under him driving him mad with the need to move even though he'll do anything for this man, who owns his heart just as much as his avaricious soul -
Anakin shakes his head frantically even as he beats his heel against his lower back in a bid for more, so greedy for what he can feel is just within his grasp if he can just get the perfect angle and pressure, the right timing. "Too much of everything else, wanna come on j-just your cock - please, I know I can do it - don't - "
His tears have turned frustrated now, overwhelmed, and Obi-Wan runs a soothing hand along his flank and across his heaving chest, stops himself from tweaking a nipple like he wants to at the sight of those tears. Anakin's need to come like this, with just his prostate being milked has been the end goal for several weeks now, and he's right - he's closer than he's ever been, the perfect amount of relaxed and slick and tempered, from Obi-Wan working him until he's ripe.
"OK," he rasps, swallows around the feverish need to fall into the younger man and just fuck him so quick and hard he won't have any other option except to come in glorious pulses, screaming his pleasure as Obi-Wan ruins him - "OK, darling - I know what you need. Just listen to me, to what I'm telling you."
He lets go of Anakin's hands and rises to his knees, pulling the pillow away and raking his hair back, watching intensely as Anakin immediately clutches the sheets tight. He bends down so that he's looming over Anakin and his hips and ass rest against his straining thighs, and for added measure widens the vee of his legs enough that Anakin's barely able to cross his ankles behind him, splays him out so that the only point of contact is his cock in his swallowing hole. He withdraws and then thrusts back in, grinning wolfishly when Anakin nearly bites through his lip at the sensation.
And then he starts talking.
"Feel that? Feel me sliding against you, over and over? My cock is thicker than my fingers isn't it, rubs just where you need it." He punctuates the words with a relentless grind in to the hilt, barely pulling out as Anakin's eyes roll back from the stimulation and his body quakes. His hunger is rising and loosening his tongue even more, words beginning to betray how much he wants to own.
This is what Anakin needs to come, his mind washed of everything but the feeling and Obi-Wan's voice guiding him, pulling him into the currant. He had been too impatient to begin with when he'd first discovered the nervy gland, the rising feeling of prostate stimulation so strange but wonderful that he hadn't been able to stop himself from letting Obi-Wan blanket him entirely and work into him until the friction of their driving bodies combined with the rub against the spot had made him shoot.
But he'd gotten more controlled, to Obi-Wan's everlasting astonishment, fell into the heady stretch of pleasure unanswered until it becomes so brittle that it only needs that one push, that one perfect thing before it explodes. And he'd come to crave it, had worked so very hard to get to this point where Obi-Wan fucking him so well was all he needed to come.
But still, they keep ending up here, right at this part of the climb, with Anakin's teeth gritted and a frown beginning to pull at his brow, his bitten off whines pitiful as he tries and fails to fall entirely into his body's demands. Obi-Wan hisses and thrusts harder, not changing the speed or adjusting the angle, biding his time because if there's one he thing he knows it's not to stop something that works.
"Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan fuck - please - "
Anakin's pleas are the most delicious thing about this, his begging for something only Obi-Wan can give him the only thing that stops him from coming himself, the sight of his headstrong, arrogant best friend crying from how good Obi-Wan makes him feel the perfect motivation. And he knows just what that final push needs to be, the things he needs to say to wreck his boy and make him his.
"Good," he moans out, his hunger all-consuming, "good boy, you're perfect" and Anakin gasps wetly, eyes snapping to his as his mouth drops open in stunned pleasure. He's jolting across the sheets with the force of Obi-Wan's hips, his lower half boneless as Obi-Wan fucks into him at a perfectly sustained pace with hands bruising into his hips. "Now just focus, focus on me and the way my cock drives into you, the way I get so deep you can almost taste me - can you feel it? Is it hitting you right - there - "
"F-fuck," Anakin bleats out, eyes screwed shut as his back arches, and he suddenly throws his head back before seeming to change his mind and instead tipping his chin forward to stare at where Obi-Wan spears into him, his moans increasing as Obi-Wan growls in triumph and pistons in faster, hammering into him now, he's ready, he can feel it - "oh fuck yes, I - oh my - don't stop, don't - "
"Anakin - yes, look at it, look at what my cock is doing to you - fucking you so well, I'm so fucking close, darling - d - Anakin - "
The way Anakin's entire body goes taut and he hangs suspended and breathless almost makes him falter, but then his hips snap down and he twists, his untouched cock squirting a thin, milky stream onto his flexing chest as he wails, voice dying as his orgasm races through him. His rigid legs keep Obi-Wan right where he needs him for several glorious moments as the pleasure washes over and pulls him under, mech hand ripping their sheets to shreds. Obi-Wan is too busy coming himself to care.
The image of him, curls snared around his thrashing head and sweat and come smeared across his skin as he comes undone will forever be dyed onto Obi-Wan's psyche. He looks destroyed in the aftermath, completely limp with tears streaking down his cheeks and almost hyperventilating he's breathing so hard. Obi-Wan leans down and licks up the mess on his chest, groans with satisfaction as the salt coats his palette. He did that, fucked his boy so well that he's almost delirious.
"Perfect," he repeats breathlessly against Anakin's wet cheek, his swollen lips before he kisses him hard, stopping his breath and enjoying the jumping of his tightening diaphragm against his chest with savage delight. He lets up when Anakin beats a fist against his collar, grinning against his gaping mouth. "You finally got there, darling, came so hard. I thought I might have fucked you unconscious."
He raises an eyebrow when Anakin's face, so recently returned to its normal golden brown reddens again at his words, trying not to show how much he loves the idea. "Really?" He rumbles, hand going to Anakin's throat so that he's caught in his gaze, no where to hide. "After all that, you're still not satisfied?"
Anakin's eyelids flutter as he tips his chin up, moaning softly when Obi-Wan noses down his jaw and bites slowly where the skin is thinnest. "'Course I am," he sighs out, wavering hands running up his back and fisting in his hair when Obi-Wan sucks a vibrant mark behind his ear. "Made me come so hard I cried.
"But - yes," he groans out, Obi-Wan's insatiable boy who he has never been able to say no to, who he wants to keep forever. "Want you to fuck me until I can't feel anything else but you, and - " and he yanks Obi-Wan up, bites his bottom lip hard and tugs it into his mouth before letting go, smiling eagerly at the shock written across Obi-Wan's face - "you want that too, I can tell.
"I'm only giving you what you want" the galaxy that is Anakin Skywalker in human form says to him, winding possessive arms and legs around his body and tethering him into his orbit, a star caught inescapably, "I'm giving you me."
Anakin is such an fascinating character because he’s tragic, but not in the sense that everything was stacked against him. He’s tragic in the sense that everything was lined up FOR him and he still chose the sith. Everyone gave their ALL for him and he let them down in the most horrific ways possible.
Obi-Wan, on the other hand, IS a tragic character because everything was stacked against him. This man tried his hardest to get through everything and help all that he could. But it always was never enough for the galaxy.
Imagine BEING Obi-Wan and seeing your former padawan, your brother, who had everything he could ever need and the galaxy’s favorite, destroy everything you managed to get from the galaxy’s cruel hands.
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