Hi, I’ve seen you still take prompt ideas.😊 How about an academia setting, with them as academic rivals, or Obi-wan being Anakin’s supervisor?
Don't need to ask me twice! Got a little filthy with this one - hope you don't mind! 💕
NSFW below the cut~
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“Are you almost done? It’s getting late.”
Obi-Wan glanced over at Anakin. He had half draped himself over Obi-Wan’s desk, his arms tucked beneath him and chin resting on them. He stared at Obi-Wan with heavy lidded eyes, plush, pink lips pursed into a pout. Soft, dark shadows were cast across his features, the only light on Obi-Wan’s desk hiding them both in delicate intimacy. When he blinked it was slow and deliberate, like a cat examining his owner in hopes of getting attention.
“I told you to go home hours ago. You’re the one who insisted on waiting until I’d finished,” Obi-Wan mumbled. He turned his attention back to his computer screen, the words on the screen already bleeding together. Looking at the time, he held back a sigh. It was late - Anakin was right about that - but Obi-Wan wasn’t going to pack up until he’d finished his grading.
“I wanted to know what grade you’d give me,” Anakin continued. He sat up a little and rested his chin on his hand. “Now that you’ve graded mine, I think you should pack up your stuff, take me to your place, and let me suck on your fat cock all night.”
Obi-Wan bit the inside of his cheek. “Don’t be lewd,” he said as he tried to focus on the report in front of him.
—it wasn’t until the second age that the Jedi Knights of the Old Republic knew the depth at which the Sith conspiracy went. But some scholars suggest that a few within the Order had begun to have their suspicions. Some, even going so far as to suggest that they remained deliberately quiet so as to aid the Sith in their—
Anakin slipped his foot under the desk and pressed it against Obi-Wan’s calf, dragging his attention away from his work. Keeping his gaze locked on the blur of words in front of him, Obi-Wan tried to keep from giving in, even as Anakin started running his foot up and down Obi-Wan’s leg.
“Anakin…”
“Obi-Wan.”
“Keep it up and we’ll both be stuck here all night.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to suck you off under your desk.”
Anakin’s voice as low and sweet like honey, eyes sharp in the amber light, the scent of him thick in the dense air. Though it was late in the evening, Obi-Wan knew there were still colleagues in their offices, their movement seen now and again through the crack at the bottom of the office door. He could explain Anakin’s presence if he was discovered - it wasn’t uncommon for students to need extra tutoring now and again - but explaining Anakin being under his desk, choking on Obi-Wan’s cock…
But there was a desk to hide behind.
And Obi-Wan could focus when he needed to.
“Come here,” Obi-Wan said quietly. Anakin grinned and stood up from the chair. Obi-Wan could see the swell in his jeans, and his own cock twitched with excitement. “Be a good boy and don’t make a mess all over my lap.”
“It’s impossible to suck your cock without a little drool,” Anakin said as he slipped around the desk. His heat was almost instantly overwhelming, and Obi-Wan groaned when Anakin dropped down and knelt between his legs. Looking up at Obi-Wan, Anakin began working his belt and zipper open, long fingers nimble and strong. “Besides, you love it when you can hear me choking on it.”
Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip, unable to come up with a proper retort. Glancing at the doorway, he kept one hand steady on his keyboard while the other slipped down to press against the cleft in the middle of Anakin’s chin. He admired him for a moment, face mostly hidden by the shadows of the desk as he stared up at Obi-Wan like he did just before a lecture - admiration, fascination, hunger.
And the knowledge that he could make Obi-Wan do anything he wanted.
You’re a weak fool, Obi-Wan thought, and not for the first time.
Letting go of Anakin’s chin, Obi-Wan shifted slightly, helping Anakin pull his cock and balls out from the slit of his underwear. Hissing as the air from the room hit his heated length, he looked down at the obscene sight. His cock, half-hard and weighted as it hung out of his dress trousers, resting on top of his full, heavy balls. And Anakin, kneeling dutifully on the floor, pupils blown wide as he stared at Obi-Wan’s dick, hands unbuttoning his own shirt to show off his smooth chest and trembling stomach.
The first time they’d done this, Obi-Wan had been sick with worry. But it had only fed his desire, cock hard and dripping as he let Anakin grind against him in the back of Obi-Wan’s car in the staff parking lot. Anakin had muttered all sorts of filthy things against Obi-Wan’s neck as he whimpered and quaked, desperation leaking into every slick syllable as he went on about how much he thought about Obi-Wan’s cock, how desperate he was to taste it, feel it, have it deep inside him. How he couldn’t think of anything else during the lectures but what Obi-Wan sounded like when he was fucking someone - was he quiet and contained, did he yell or moan, or did he whimper and beg?
Obi-Wan had been powerless to resist. He was a professional in his field, respected by his peers, admired for his academic craft, and yet he was willing to throw it all away for a man sixteen years his junior, and a student of his no less.
But the guilt had become addicting, the ache it left him with worth it. Especially for moments like these; Anakin focused on him and only him, desperate for his pedagogy both in the classroom and on the floor of his office, hard because of him, aching because of him.
So what if Anakin demanded more and more of Obi-Wan’s time, asked for better grades, tried to keep Obi-Wan to himself like a child would his favourite toy. Anakin could be insolent and manipulative, at times arrogant and quick to anger. But it was Obi-Wan who could make him falter, make him hesitate, make him duck his head and apologize; who could tell him to do better, be better, strive for more, and would see the results in the work Anakin did, the pride he took in it, and the knowledge he gained.
Obi-Wan decided long ago that the dishonesty and the lack of integrity was worth it. It would always be worth it, because it was for Anakin. His—
“Darling boy…” Obi-Wan whispered. Obi-Wan didn’t give Anakin time to work it to full hardness with his hand, and instead gripped the base and slipped his length into Anakin’s wet, eager mouth. “Go slow. We’ve got a lot of reports to get through, and I want you down there until I’m finished.”
Word Count: 5353
Rating: E
Content and Archive Warnings: None
Pairing(s): Obi-wan Kenobi/ Anakin Skywalker
Key Tags: Post Clone Wars AU Palpatine dies offscreen Force Shenanigans (Star Wars) Angst and Fluff and Smut Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug Lack of Communication Miscommunication
Summary: Obi-Wan and Anakin have their first post-clone wars mission: help a group of Force users investigate a mysterious statue. What they don't tell them is that the statue looks exactly like Anakin and doesn't seem to like visitors. Surely Anakin won't take this badly, right?
Your blog is such a constant source of joy and inspiration! Each design has such a richness and depth to it, it's insane! I sent you an ask a long while ago asking about basing fan transformations on your idea of Faunix - I have done a lot more worldbuilding myself since then and won't be calling my transformation that simply out of respect for yours. In any case I wanted you to know how integral you are to a lot of other creatives out here, so keep up the good work and have fun!
Thank you so much!! I’m glad you’re enjoying my work ^-^
also forgot to mention i’d love to see what you end up with for your transformation!
I have this thing where when I look at someone's art for long, the fanfic I read will appear in my head in their style and lately every established relationship klance fic has been really evocative of your style to me!! I love the fluffy boys you draw, they are lovely!
AW that makes me so happy to hear kgjdk thank you so much!! <3
Meme the ask game up: Sandy Cohen Andy Randy That one sad twink of yr choosing
hi i hate u for making me expose myself like this
THIS GOT REAL LONG SORRY SO IT’S BELOW THE CUT
Randy Andry
Realistic: I've seen this floating around before places, so I can't take credit for it, but I like the idea of him being a teetotal? Since his immigration falls pretty squarely in prohibition, I reckon one of the ways he would remarks himself as one of the Good Ones(yikes) would being above drink and other deplorable substances(bold claims for a man with multiple mistresses later on but U KNOW). To that extent also he never took any plasmids or tonics himself.
Hilarious: Furry. That is just canon tbh.
Heart-crushing: I mean this is more or less already canon, but I do think Andry was very serious about wanting children and saw in Jack not only that child but also himself, a man permanently removed from his birth origin and culture and left to fend for himself in a dog eats dog world. I think he did have some concerns about his politics/society earlier in the run, but Jack really hammered home just how shitty this entire situation actually was for everyone involved, and that it is entirely his fault, being the father of Rapture, a failed utopia, and the father of Jack, a failed human being. Listen, it's Bioshock, it's dad-related trauma all the way down. How heart-crushing this is ofc depends on how much you already hate this asshole, which is exceptionally valid.
Unrealistic: He has a older brother named after his father (Petyr atm since that's his dad's name in the novel but idk how I feel about lifting a name from That Mess), who he more or less broke contact with as he integrated himself and started getting succesful in business. The last time he saw him was at his father's funeral. When Jack emerges from Rapture, he finds him.
Slander Cohen
Realistic: I'D LIKE TO THINK MOST OF MY HCS ARE IN THIS AREA BUT I'LL GO WITH A FAIRLY MUNDANE ONE FROM HIS YOUTH: Cohen is a very good dancer, and it was as a dancer first that he made his way onto the stage professionally, with a decent voice to follow that up, he was pretty well set. He actually does not have a formal education in the fine arts(classically educated at a music conservatory), this being something he did in between his theatrical/musical projects/performances incessantly, eventually feeling driven to make something of it to show others. I always imagine that his movement is very similar to Fred Astaire(let me live), with the same sort of smooth command over his entire body.
Hilarious: He's got drawn on eyebrows & moustache in Burial at Sea because everyone got real Gone the night before and he let Silas "trim" his facial hair.
Heart-crushing: SO we gotta get into this huh, you wanna do this huh Em? I mean this isn't really heart crushing for anyone else but me because I stupidly care about this disaster too much, but yes. I do believe that he went through a very bad downward spiral, ending at where we see him in 1960 and the problems starting probably not too long before Andry invites him to Rapture, as the place must have seemed to him the refuge he was needing. To make a long story short, he has always struggled with criticism, as he never feels secure in his position and his art, aside from the engineered "public pleasing drivel", is often too outré for the general public. Topside there's also an immense amount of pressure obviously also in regards to his sexuality and that whole mess, which just makes everything worse. Rapture is supposed to be where people understand, right?
Except they don't. And so feelings get amplified, and he gets worse, but his response instead of retracting or reconsidering is to double down, get bolder, get more aggressive. ADAM amplifies this effect by hundreds, and he recedes further into this mess of an artistic persona as a shield until it eventually consumes him. The idea of just absolutely falling apart, but aggressively clinging onto this idea of his oeuvre and his genius, to the point that this is all he has left and he's a ghost of the person he used to be in a worn out tailcoat, Feels Bad Todd. Also I think, intentionally by the developers, this does to some extent mirror parts of the development of the persona of Salvador "It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself." Dalí, but with a lot less sexual repression. (this wasn't short at all but the shortest I could make it ok)
Unrealistic: No one gets exploded and he regains his sense of self and apologizes and everything is Fine, we're Fine, he makes a nice painting of a rabbit that's entirely alive and frolicking in a meadow and lives a slightly over-dramatic and sometimes tense, but murder-free, life in an artist's commune in Iceland with his 4 boyfriends.
One Sad Twink Of Your Choosing (Théophile Mirecourt cause I never get to write about him)
(I don't think anyone of u knows who he is but in short he's a gay photographer and communard during the paris commune, he dies tragically ofc)
Realistic: Théo is very assured in himself and in fact does wholly embrace the fact that he is gay. We see evidence of this in the novel, where he plainly confesses to Antoine who takes it in stride, and I do think this is in part because he has a whole good squad of Paris Art Gays that is his main social circle, being only periphically on the political side of things due to his own activism and wish for his art to be political.
Hilarious: Self-taught accordion player, he’s very proud of this, he’s also very bad at this but god knows if that will stop him.
Heart-Crushing: This is canon, but his unwavering belief in the fact that everything will turn out fine in the end and he will have dinner with Antoine as planned? Bad.
Unrealistic: Listen, there is an entire blank space in the novel between him and Antoine going into town proper, and Antoine waking up alone in Théo's bed. You know they had an absolute Mess of a night on the town and no one can convince me otherwise.
Artist: @afabulousjello on Tumblr and AO3
Author: @Happyp1neapple on Tumblr and AO3 | @asiansdoexistinmiddleearth sister account on Tumblr
Word Count: 5,819 words
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker
Key Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, Jedi quest series vibes, Padawan Anakin Skywalker, Gen or Pre-Slash, Talking About Feelings, Monster of the Week, talking plants, Master & Padawan Relationships (Star Wars), Caring Mace Windu, Banter, Jedi Shenanigans (Star Wars), Jedi Missions (Star Wars), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Confused Anakin Skywalker, Confused Obi-Wan Kenobi, Not confused princess, Pre-Star Wars: The Clone Wars
Summary:
Obi-Wan flirted a lot more than Anakin recalled his master doing, and Anakin was positive it wasn’t because he was still straightening out his memories after he traveled back in time. Time travel, the Force whispered as if that is the only explanation needed. However, Anakin soon began to wonder if he was the only one who travelled back in time.
Word Count: 76,864 words
Rating: Explicit
Pairing(s): Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Archive and Content Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Key Tags: Top Obi-Wan Kenobi / Bottom Anakin Skywalker / Divorced Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker / Assassination Attempt(s) / Bodyguard Obi-Wan Kenobi / Hurt Anakin Skywalker / Post-Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith / Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence / Fix-It / Slow Burn / Hurt/Comfort / Healing / Loss of The Force (Star Wars) / Oral Sex / Anal Sex / Emotional fatigue / Palpatine doesn't know when to give up / Disordered Eating
Summary: The night Palpatine reveals himself as the Sith Lord and Anakin loses everything, Anakin assumes he has hit rock bottom. A reasonable assumption.
A year later, Anakin knows things can get worse – and so they do. Sidious has returned and wants Anakin dead, Anakin is a powerless civilian, and Chancellor Amidala decides her ex-husband needs Jedi protection.
When Obi-Wan is selected for the job, Anakin doesn’t know whether he should cry or laugh hysterically. The correct answer proves: fall in love.
I was reading an interview with Tom Hardy on a movie completely unrelated to anything Star War, but what he said here reminded me so much of the recent happenings in Heartbeat Drives You Mad:
Anyways, I love Heartbeat, can’t wait to see how pathetic old man Obi-wan finally gets (some of) his shit together! ☺️💕
Ahhh, that's perfect! That's 100% the vibe, you're right. Obi-Wan wants so desperately to be someone else, to attain something else. He wants to escape from who he is and everything he's collected - memories, relationships, accolades and grief. And he finds this person who is this *ideal*. Anakin is pure and honest and attached and obsessive. He adores Obi-Wan despite of and sometimes because of his struggles. And so Obi-Wan tries to lose himself in Anakin, only to discover that the beast that's been hunting him is still pursuing him. And not only is the beast closing in, it's threatening Anakin's well-being too.
And now Obi-Wan has two options: hold on to Anakin even tighter and break that piece of him that Obi-Wan adores, or let him go and hope that at the very least Anakin can escape the abyss that Obi-Wan has tried to drag them both into.
I think Obi-Wan made the right choice. And I think now that he's not holding on to Anakin as he tumbles further into his depression, he's now free to drag himself out of the despair he's found himself in. Inch by inch, broken fingernail by broken fingernail, throat run ragged with screams for help - Obi-Wan is gonna get out. No matter what.
