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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."
Crack fic prompt for sith week- Anakin and Obi-Wan go undercover at Foodcourtia, which is an entire planet (from Invader Zim) that is just one gaint food court. They're working in different restruants, keeping an eye out for a war criminal that has been known to frequent the restruants after a mission.
Anakin wouldn't last more than a day. That man is assigned to be a cashier at a burger place, gets a run down, and goes, "I'm a war general. I can handle this." First Sparen (space Karen) he meets would have him jumping the counter and attempting murder.
Obi-Wan would last longer, but I think even he would reach his bullshit limit working with the public. He's known for his neogiation skills, even with reluctant and hostile forces- but there's no negotiating with a customer on a power trip. They don't want to see reason- they just wanna be a shithead.
At some point Anakin comes over, gets in an argument to defend Obi-Wan's honor, and has a milkshake thrown in his face. Obi-Wan proceeds to break a table with their face.
Anyway they fall, not because of attachment or power, but because an asshole customer can drive anyone to the dark side.
crazy crossover idea for my dinluke feels but what if after luke’s death in tlj, he wakes up in a different universe but he sees his din but it’s not his din. this person who wakes him up looks like din, but he’s more older. probably the same age as when luke died, at 53.
his hair is streaked with gray, his beard too. wrinkles are there but there’s a small scar on his nose that was probably unnoticeable till you get near to him.
he had a scowl, similar to din but he looked more guarded. this man who looked like his din was wearing a brown jacket, and a weapon strapped behind him.
he’s at loss for words, and he felt like crying. he never saw din like this, he never got to see him old.
din lost his life at a bounty hunting job that went wrong—and luke blames himself for not being there with him, for not being able to save him. force, they even had an argument before din went to his last job. it destroyed luke so much. he couldn’t even forgive himself for it. he couldn’t look at grogu without crying.
“who are you? and what are you doing here?” the man’s voice breaks the silence–pointing his weapon at luke, it was a weird looking blaster. it looked more boxy than the usual blaster they had, but oh well. he woke up in a weird place anyways.
luke raises his hands up in surrender, trying not to place further distrust on this man. “luke, i’m luke. i..” luke can’t seem to look at the man who looked like his dead lover. it was hard, he felt like being played. what kind of weird afterlife did he even enter in? is the force testing him?
“i just woke up, and i dont know how i got here..” he lamely said, he couldn’t come up with a better excuse. luke curses himself. this felt like the first time he made a conversation with din before, it went awkward because din didn’t mostly talk.
shit. if he woke up in a different world, how are the others? did they defeat kylo ren? did they successfully defeat the first order? how was grogu? and rey? and—
“hey, breathe. you’re panicking.” the voice softens, trying to ease luke. luke finally looks at the man, and nothing changed. he still looked like din.
“i don’t know where i came from.” luke lied.. ish? he technically doesn’t know where he is, he couldn’t say ‘oh! i actually died and came to this weird place that i dont belong in!’ or he’d get shot.
a burst of cold air came and his teeth were staring to clack, and luke finally looks around. they were surrounded by tall trees, and snow. it was cold as hell. and he finally tries to stand up and brings his arms around himself to warm up.
he looks down and sees himself still wearing his jedi robes. great. now this din-looking man thinks he’s weird.
another pair of footsteps come—and a girl who looked to be a teenager, comes from behind the man. she looks at luke weirdly, also mixed with concern. “what the fuck? what the fuck are you wearing?” her eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly ajar. the man looks at her and reprimanded her of her choice of language.
“where the hell did you find him, joel?” she asks, pretending that luke couldn’t hear them.
Thinking about the Holmes story where a blind girl goes to him and is like "My fiancé is missing and he kept telling me the week leading up to his disappearance that he would always love me and come back for me,were anything to happen so I think he knew he was in trouble and I love him so much and I'm going to wait for him but I'd like to find him faster,ya know?" And Holmes figures out that it was this girl's parents to scam her out of money she was owed from an estate which she gave to them because she was still living at home,which she wouldn't be if she ever married,so her step father PRETENDED TO DATE HER for MONTHS to keep her from ever getting engaged to a real person and when Holmes finds out he confronts this man and this man is like "Well,you caught me! But it wasn't illegal:) so:)" and Holmes is like "No,but it was sickening and cruel and if she had a brother or good male friend he should post you up and whip you but she doesn't." And the man is like "No,she doesn't." And does the Victorian version of sticking his tongue out and Holmes is like "Well,I guess I'll do then!" And HE PULLS OUT HIS HUNTING WHIP.
The only way Padme and Obi-Wan can discipline Anakin for doing dumb things, like jumping out windows, is throwing sand at him. Like how you spritz a cat with water when they misbehave.
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