18+, smut, omegaverse; alpha!Anakin x Omega!Reader, breeding, dirty talk, dub-con if you squint.
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“Anakin, let me go,” You beg, yanking your arm away from him.
“No,” He replies, gripping your arm with even more force, enough to keep you in your place. Now that he is this close, he can smell you, all the hormones and hidden lust that is dangerously bubbling to the surface. The subtle, sweet fragrance makes his cock twitch, instinct kicking in; Low and dangerous, he leans closer. “I’ll take care of you, just come with me,” He knows what to do, it’s in his blood— he knows his duty.
Whimpering, you shake your head. Your knees are seconds away from giving up, paired with glassy, confused eyes. The internal battle going inside your head is a clash of needs. You don’t want to lose your pride and the respect you’ve worked for— but your heat, only enhanced by the absence of suppressants, makes it difficult to stay away from Anakin. He is an Alpha, you are an Omega— is a natural reaction. The way it should be.
Oozing with the urge to be taken, your body finally submits. Falling onto your knees, Anakin quickly kneels before you, wrapping his firm arms around your back and pulling you closer. The strong scent of sandalwood and leather fills your senses, forcing you to bite a moan. “That’s it,” Anakin whispers, excited to taste your heat. “Come with me, sweetheart.”
Picking you up almost effortlessly, you hide your face in his neck, inhaling deeply. Just the mere sight of you curling against his chest makes his cock twitch. He needs you— as much as you need him.
The walk to his bedroom isn’t long, but to you, it feels excruciatingly slow. Inside his chambers is even more suffocating, or is your body reaching its limits? You cannot know. There’s no way you can handle this any longer. Placing you on his bed, Anakin hurries and removes his clothes, handing them to you so you can nuzzle against them, press your own scent against his, and calm you at least a little. Anything. You need a proper nest, he knows that but he cannot wait any longer.
“Does it hurt?” He asks, fidgeting with the knots and buttons of your clothes, taking them off swiftly.
“A little,” You whine, spreading your legs, practically offering yourself to him. Normally it would be embarrassing to even phantom such a lewd act, but at this moment it feels necessary. Anakin growls under his breath when he sees your sopping cunt, slick sticking to your swollen folds in a way that makes his dick leak. “I need you, Anakin.”
Watching you hold one of his tunics against your naked chest is a sight he will never forget. So precious and so eager to be claimed. He never thought this would happen— but he is glad it will.
“You’ll be mine, omega,” Anakin swears, climbing on top of you, placing his palms on either side of your head giving you one of the best views in the world. One of your hands curls around his bicep, feeling the muscles flexing as he uses his right hand to guide his cock inside you. Sliding it in between your folds, he makes sure to lube it with your slick, groaning at the feeling. You are so wet, so fucking wet he knows he won’t have a problem. Easing his cock inside you, he pushes slowly, spreading your walls and watching you wiggle your hips, silently begging for more. “That’s it, good girl. You are doing so good, princess.”
He will knot you, mate you, and keep you to himself. Give you everything you need and provide you with anything you want. His pace gradually grows, alternating between slow and deep strokes and harsh and fast.
“Anakin— fuck!” You moan, clinging to his bicep and his shoulder, arching your back and covered in a thin layer of sweat that makes you glow like a goddess. “I need more, please.”
“You want more, bitch?” He chuckles; pushing your hands away, he grabs your ankles and places your legs over his shoulders, slamming into you, locking his blue eyes on yours. “You want my knot? You want my babies?” His cock twitches inside when you nod desperately. “Take my cock like a good girl, I’ll give you what you need. You just need a good fuck to get bred. That’s what you are made for.”
Still holding his tunic, you bring it up to your face and bite the edge, soaking the fabric with your saliva. The sudden thought of getting pregnant and taking his knot sends you over the clouds. He’s right, you were born for this. To carry children, your alpha’s children.
“Take my cock, omega,” Anakin grunts, pressing your legs together, still holding your ankles and groaning your name when he feels your hot, velvety walls tightening. “There you go, you’ll be a perfect mother.”
"Softly, Anakin latched onto Obi-Wan’s already damp tit, taking most of it into his greedy mouth. There was a gentle tug in his body, and then Obi-Wan gave over his milk with a deep shuddering breath."
for @jaggededges123's fic "Relief (Sweet as Milk)"
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Hey moddy how bout a vaderwan fic where Obi-Wan is an omega and Anakin is an Alpha
This went Obikin instead of Vaderwan. But I’m sure I’ll have some Vaderwan in the same vein at some point. (If I can get Acquisition finished off, I won’t feel like I’m repeating myself by jumping to some other Vaderwan stuff.)
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Obi-Wan recognizes the signs of heat as soon as they start.Though they’d happened only once before in his life, they were hard to forget.That was the day his world took a turn and the latent gene that had once helpedensure humanity’s continued existence switched on and he found himself longingto curl up in his master’s lap. He had thought puberty had been bad. By thetime Obi-Wan came to Qui-Gon, he was too far gone into his heat for thesuppressant medications to work and had to suffer through the fever of hisskin, the arousal that flooded through his veins, the bone deep ache forsomething he couldn’t place.
He’d vowed that he wouldn’t be caught unawares again, andbegan keeping two sets of medications on his belt so he could hide one in whateverquarters they were given or, if the mission called for mobility, in whatevertransport they were assigned.
Of course, when you’ve been abducted and lost your utilitybelt and had your transport blow up, that puts you in a rather tight spot, evenafter the rescue comes.
Which is why Obi-Wan is currently Force locked inside sparsequarters on the Resolute, trying and failing to meditate. The problem isn’t him.Or it isn’t only him. It’s the presence of his former padawan standing outsidethe door, as he has been for the last hour. Obi-Wan can feel Anakin’s frustration, his agitation and beneath it, asimmering arousal.
A handful of years prior to his Knighting, Anakin had cometo Obi-Wan complaining that he didn’t feel well, but it was nothing more than aslight fever and general malaise, so Obi-Wan sent him off to classes. It wasn’tuntil Obi-Wan arrived at the healers to collect Anakin after he’d gotten into a brawl with another padawan that the problem was revealed. Anakin hadpresented as an alpha. A more common occurrence than Obi-Wan’s ownpresentation, though still relatively rare.
Obi-Wan became extra vigilant about his suppressants.
He managed to keep his secret from Anakin for five years.
Anakin had just walked into the war room when Obi-Wan feltthe faint tingling deep in his belly, the tightening of his skin. He finishedhis report with Admiral Yularen and attempted to slip from the room withoutalerting Anakin.
As he neared the door, Obi-Wan watched Anakin’s spinestiffen, pulling the man to his full height. His head turned so quickly Obi-Wanwas sure it was going to wrench off his neck.
A wealth of emotions flooded Anakin’s eyes: disbelief, joy,anger, need, betrayal, want. The wantObi-Wan had been aware of for years. Once upon a time, he’d thought SenatorAmidala would become the focus of Anakin’s attention, but his former padawanhad made his attractions quite clear.
Obi-Wan tried to ignore them.
As Anakin turned toward him, Obi-Wan threwdignity aside and fled. But he knew Anakin would follow. He felt the hot pulseof possessiveness along the remains of their training bond, just as he rushedinto his temporary quarters and engaged the locks on the door, shoring them upwith a little help from the Force.
And now here he stands, or sits, rather. On the edge of thebed, arms looped around his waist, listening to Anakin prowl outside his doorlike a Hrosma tiger. Obi-Wan rests his face in his hands.
“Master.” Anakin stops pacing and takes a breath.
“No.” Obi-Wan’s voice is slightly muffled.
“Let me in.” Anakin holds his palms against the door. He canoverride it. If he needs to. But he’d rather Obi-Wan let him in. Still… Hepulls the cover off the lock panel.
“I will not.” Clearer now. Obi-Wan’s moving closer to thedoor.
“Obi-Wan.”
“Anakin…this isnot the kind of thing I want to share.”
“But it’s exactly the thing you need to share.” Anakin presses his face against the door. Oh. Anakin can smell him: familiar soap,black tea and spiced honey, and a warm musk that makes Anakin’s throat tighten.“Obi-Wan…I can help.”
Obi-Wan makes a half-sputtered choking noise that resemblesa laugh. “The last thing I need is…help.”
“I’m sure you’ve done this alone, Obi-Wan. You know you can. But youdon’t have to. Look…how perfect is it that the two of us werebrought together? How completely unlikely it is for an alpha and an omega tomeet, let alone know each other as well as we do?”
“Anakin, you didn’t even know I had a designation untilnow.”
“It doesn’t matter. We’re rare, Obi-Wan. And you, you’reeven rarer. I can’t help but think—No.I know the Force brought us together.”
“The Force or Qui-Gon Jinn,” Obi-Wan mutters.
“Force.” Anakin lets his head fall against the door with asoft thud. “Do I need to tell you how good you smell to me? How much I want totouch you, taste you? Feel you over me, under me, all around me. Obi-Wan?”
There’s a muffled sound behind the door, half sigh.
“Obi-Wan,” Anakinsays. Then, “Please. Please let mein. I won’t… You know how I feel. I know you know. I’m not exactly subtle. Iwant you. I’ve always wanted you. And I think… I think you want me too. And Iwish—” He sighs. “I wish you’d just let yourself have something you want. Andput us both out of our karking misery.” Anakin laughs shakily. “If you’re in heat andI’m in a rut, who’s going to be lead the charge against Ventress?”
The silence is heavy, expectant. Then Anakin hears the lockdisengage.
Obi-Wan stands in front of the door, barely realizing he’smoved. He can feel Anakin on the other side. Can smell him. Warm spice and thefaintest hint of mech oil. Obi-Wan could bury his face in that scent. Press hismouth against Anakin’s throat, run his tongue along his clavicle, bare his ownthroat for Anakin—
Obi-Wan shivers.
“Obi-Wan.” Anakin’s voice is a low rumble and Obi-Wan’sbelly clenches, warmth spreading down between his thighs, making his cocktwitch. He feels himself grow slick, the sensation still strange but not nearlyas unpleasant now that Obi-Wan may actually have a use for it.
“Please…” Anakinsays.
And moments later, Anakin’s words – they couldn’t bothafford to be compromised and Obi-Wan did want– had him disengaging the lock and opening the door.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin says, voice rough with surprise, witharousal.
“You’re right,”Obi-Wan says, voice steady over his shuddering breath. He can’t quite meetAnakin’s eyes, looks somewhere in the vicinity of his left ear. “I—“ He cutshimself off, frowns.
Then Anakin’s there, slipping into his personal space aseasily as he always has, closing the door behind him. “It’s okay. You don’tneed to explain. Just…tell me this is okay.” Anakin’s hands cup the back ofObi-Wan’s head, fingers tangling in Obi-Wan’s hair and tilting his head back.Anakin’s eyes are on his mouth.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan says, watching the way Anakin’s eyes light upand then grow dark as he leans forward and kisses Obi-Wan soundly.
The kiss is the opening of a floodgate and Obi-Wan losestrack of time and action. The next moment, he’s naked, on his borrowed bed,with Anakin lying before him, shirtless, still in his boots with his trouserspushed partway down his hips to reveal a thick erection.
“I need to fuck you,” Anakin rasps.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan says. It’s the only word he can seem to sayright now.
Anakin pulls Obi-Wan astride him, tugging off his tunic,pulling his trousers down and arranging him as if he were little more than aliving doll. He draws long fingers over his hip and along his ass, one fingersliding into the crevice and over his slick opening, then slowly inside.
“Oh Force,” the words are barely a whisper, “you’re so readyfor me,” Anakin says.
Those words send a pulse of heat through Obi-Wan evenas Anakin gathers him close, grips his hips and steadily pushes into him untilObi-Wan’s firmly seated on his lap staring down at Anakin in surprise. He wouldbe lying if he said he hadn’t expected to be rolled onto his belly as Anakin buried histeeth in the back of his neck.
“Later,” Anakin groans, shifting and setting a pace that ohso quickly drives them toward climax.
Obi-Wan’s eyes widen as Anakin presses deeper into him,swelling until all Obi-Wan can focus on is the fullness of his body, therhythmic pulses of Anakin coming deep inside him and the rush of orgasm boththe thought and feeling triggers. Obi-Wan’s muscles clamp down around Anakin, amating drive from long ago, pushing his body to do what it…actually isn’tdesigned for anymore.
He doesn’t even need to touch himself. The orgasm tearsthrough him, leaving him breathless, grasping at Anakin’s slick shoulders. Andthe mess he leaves across Anakin’s belly and chest is enough to make Anakingroan and grip his hips as he releases inside Obi-Wan once again.
“I never…” Anakin coughs. “I never imagined what this couldfeel like.” He eyes Obi-Wan. “Come here.”
Obi-Wan allows himself be pulled close, head bent to restagainst Anakin’s clavicle. He relaxes under the soothing strokes to his back,his hair, his temple.
Anakin will stay locked inside him for some time. Upwards ofhalf an hour, even. Or, that’s what the articles say. It’s the strangestfeeling for Obi-Wan to lie there, on top of his former padawan, and to feel thesudden pulse and blossom of warmth between his legs, the wetness seeping outaround where he and Anakin are joined when he’s too full to handle anymore.
By the time Anakin is able to slip out of him, Obi-Wan isaroused again. Not the desperate drive to mate of earlier, but his normal, veryhuman arousal.
Anakin looks Obi-Wan in the eye and grins before pushing himonto his back and settling between his thighs, draping Obi-Wan’s legs over hisshoulders and taking his cock into his mouth before Obi-Wan can register theidea.
Anakin’s mouth is hot and lush and just the right amount oftight around the sensitive tip and it feels like mere moments before he’scoming again, tangling his fingers in Anakin’s hair as his back bows and theworld around him vanishes.
Moments later, he feels a gentle kiss against his hip and thenAnakin is sliding up next to him, pulling him into his arms. For a momenteverything is safe and warm and right.And that’s all he needs for his tired body to give in to the exhaustion that’sbeen pulling at him since well before he was rescued.
When Obi-Wan wakes again, minutes or hours later, the heatis burning through his belly. This time, Anakin, waking mere moments afterObi-Wan opens his eyes, puts him on his belly, pushes his legs together andfucks him slow and deep until Obi-Wan comes, pressed tight to the mattress andshuddering as his own semen soaks the sheets around him.
That feeling feeds through to Anakin who groans, bitesObi-Wan’s neck and comes, pushing so deep into Obi-Wan that he can’t help thescreaming sob that comes out of his throat as Anakin swells inside him.
“If you could become pregnant,” Anakin says in Obi-Wan’s ear“I think this is the one that would’ve done it.” And it’s such an Anakin thing to say that Obi-Wan letshis head fall the mattress in a useless attempt to hide his laughter
“O-Obi-Wan,” Anakin says and thrusts hard enough to makeObi-Wan gasp and quiet as he feels Anakin twitch hard and himself grow wetter.“I don’t think now’s the time to laugh at me. You’re going to be enough of amess as it is. You were still so slick and open from earlier,” he finishes,warm breath teasing across Obi-Wan’s ear.
“Force,” Obi-Wanmutters, or tires to mutter. It comes out as more of a croak.
“How long do you think the heat will last?” Anakin lays histemple against the back of Obi-Wan’s head.
“Ah. Literature gives a range, but a standard day or so seems…probable.”
“Meaning you don’t know?”
“…No.”
Anakin snickers against his hair, warm breath makingObi-Wan’s scalp tingle. “That’s fine. Iwant you to myself for at least two more days.”
Obi-Wan hums and tries to shift his legs to a morecomfortable angle, the weight of Anakin and Anakin’s trousers, amazingly, still downaround his knees making it physically impossible. “At least that will give ustime to get you out of the rest of your clothes.”
Can I Prompt you some Omega!Obi-Wan whose been on suppressants and heat blockers since he presented, running out and going into heat after the fall of the republic? And then, he gets discovered as an omega in heat by Vaderkin? Vaderwan/Obikin if you're alright with it
Totally fine with it. I’ve got nothing against same gender relationships. :)
So, thanks for the prompt.
He slid tothe dusty ground of the small hut, which he now called home. Only barely had hemade it back.
“Damn it,”cursed Obi-Wan and in the next moment, he burst into tears.
Why was thisall happening to him? Did the Force truly hate him so much? First there was thefall of his former Padawan, which had resulted in the fall of the Republic andthe whole Jedi Order and now THIS. The former Jedi stood shakily on his legsand struggled to reach his makeshift bed. On the way there, he was shedding offclothes from his too hot and shaking body.
With agroan did he fall into the hard mattress, he buried his face into the pillowand desperately clutched the blanket close to his body, as if his very lifedepended on it.
He was anunclaimed omega in heat and without any chance of getting his hands on any heatsuppressors. He was a lonely omega and trapped on a planet full of scum, criminalsand slavers and on top of it all, he was afraid and felt absolutely miserable.
Had he notsuffered enough already?
DarthVader, formerly known as Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, marched determinedthrough the sandy landscape of his much hated home planet. He had once sworn tonever set foot on Tatooine ever again. He would make this single exceptionhowever.
The darkLord’s informants had told him that a certain ginger haired Jedi Master hadbeen spotted visiting Mos Eisley on several occasions. Of course the young SithLord simply HAD to go after those suspicions, especially since he trusted noone to be able to handle Obi-Wan. He himself had struggled on Mustafar, butthis time, it would be different.
It seemedlike an eternity for the young Sith Lord, but in truth, it had been only half aday until he had reached the place this ‘crazy Ben’ – as the people had calledthe man – was living.
Leave it toObi-Wan to settle on the one planet Vader despised more than anything else andleave it to the former Jedi to use one of his old fake identities.
“This is solike him,” grumbled the dark side user.
He was notin a good mood, not when he had walked most of the day under the burning twinsuns of the desert planet. His black robes, did not help much either and Anakinwondered, how Maul had made it through this all those years ago.
“Finally,” the young blondelet out a sigh of relief, when he spotted a small hidden hut. It was undeniablethe home of a Force user, there was this certain aura and Vader knew all toowell, to whom this specific aura belonged. There was no denying it, his formerMaster was truly here and from the feel of it, he was home as well.
Somethingwas definitely wrong however. Vader knew that as soon as he had entered thesmall living space. There was no trap and Obi-Wan, was nowhere to be seen. Wasthe man hiding? It wouldn’t be like him.
The blondefurrowed his brows, when a strangely sweet and alluring scent found its way tohis nostrils. He KNEW that smell and the alpha in him did too, but he couldn’tplace it yet.
A whimpercaught the Sith’s attention. It had come from a room at the back of the hut.Without wasting another second, did Vader follow the small sound, but what hefound there, made him stop wide eyed and dead in his tracks.
On the bed,mostly naked and uncovered by the thin blanket, rested no one else, but Obi-WanKenobi. The Jedi looked as if he was in a little pain, his skin was sweaty andsometimes he let out a small whimper. Realization suddenly hit home and thefallen Jedi knew what this smell was, an omega at the end of his heat andapparently a still unclaimed one. How had he never noticed his former Master’strue nature?
With slowand unsure steps did he approach the whimpering and shaking figure, whoseglassy eyes had just opened and widened upon spotting the approaching Sith.
“Please,”Obi-Wan pleaded with a small voice and a shaking hand reached out.
Vader realizedthat this was not a plead for being spared death or for ‘Anakin’ to return backfrom wherever he had been hiding these past few years. No, this was the pleadof a scared and suffering omega, who desperately called for the comfort anotherbeing – no matter if omega, beta or alpha – could offer.
Vaderclosed his eyes for a moment. Gone was all the hate and the fury he hadharbored during the last couple years. What remained was doubt and an unhealthyportion of self-blame.
The blondehad known that Qui-Gon had been an alpha like him. Back then, he had thoughtObi-Wan to be a beta. He had also noticed the close bond the two Jedi hadshared, Back then, he had not known what it really had meant, but now herealized that this bond had been so much more than the bond between teacher andstudent. It had been the beginning of a bond between an alpha and an omega, whohad spent a lot of time together. This connection had not been completed and ifthat was because it was inappropriate for a teacher to mate with his student orbecause the two of them had simply not wanted to bond like this, would most likelynever be answered. The reappearance of the Sith had made sure of that. Vaderdid not know the real story behind the bond, he only knew that Obi-Wan and Qui-Gonhad been very close, perhaps father and son, perhaps something else, he couldnot tell. He had not known them enough to really say and as a Padawan, he hadnever dared to ask.
Anakinfinally opened his eyes again and they had lost their ugly yellow color. Gonewas the darkness from his soul, almost completely.
The blondecould not believe that he ginger haired male before him had suffered to a similarfate. He had lost a person very dear to him and wasn’t it completely stupid ofthe blonde to realize only now, after he had discovered that his former Masterwas an omega, who NEEDED connection with people, no matter their nature?
He clenchedhis hands into fists. It had been Sidious’ fault that Obi-Wan had lost Qui-Gonand it had been Sidious’ fault that his former Master had at first acted sodistant. It all made sense now. An omega, who lost someone VERY dear to him,usually fell into a depressive state. It was a miracle that Obi-Wan had beenable to train and interact with Anakin like he had done. And now that hethought about it, it had also been Sidious’s fault that Padme had died. All theman’s lies had caused Anakin to push away all the people he had ever caredabout.
“Anakin…?”whispered the man on the makeshift bed,
“YesObi-Wan,” and he truly meant it.
Hesitantlytook the alpha the other’s smaller hand in his own, before he climbed into thebed, behind the omega. He pressed the other’s body close to his own, notminding that his clothes would be ruined later. Immediately the whimperingstopped and Obi-Wan actually relaxed against the alpha’s musculat body.
“I’m hereMaster,” whispered Anakin into the ginger haired man’s ear, who was on theverge of falling asleep, from the strenuous heat no doubt.
They bothwere broken, they had both lost people very dear and precious to them andperhaps, just perhaps, they could come to terms again and build a new futuretogether.
Anakin nodded tohimself. As soon as Obi-Wan had overcome the last of his current state, hewould do his hardest to make things right again, he owned the man in his armsat least this much.
I'm excited to announce that I'm also doing weekly kinktober bots because this was a little surprise I was excited to do besides fics ;). I hope you guys like it! See you later for day 01! ☆
The war has affected everyone, either in a grand scale, or a lower one. She has watched, along with her comrades and fellow Jedi, the rise and fall of evil over and over, and it has been an endless battle. When you wield the power of heat and justice in the palm of your hand, you feel... invincible— at least until reality hits you hard and fast.
Growing up in a world divided by natural traits that were both unchangeable and unstoppable, she found herself in the line of fire, surrounded by those traits that should intimidate her; Alphas were a force to be reckoned with, both scarce and destined to be a Jedi, it only served to fuel her fire. The constant need to prove herself above them was strong, and never once, she backed off from a challenge.
Yet, nature is unfixable. In order to hide her true self, the suppressants she took weekly brought her the relief of the drenching pain that heat is— and without a mate, the promise of a heat cycle was terrifying and was enough to make her grimace.
The Galaxy was at risk, and caught in between the constant rush of adrenaline and weeks away from the small space she called home within the walls of the Jedi Temple, the news of blockages, shipping contraband and closed interplanetary borders, quickly became a nuisance. The shortage of supplies was a worrying situation, and waking up to an empty bottle of pills and a notice of no restocking until further notice, gave she another nail to her cross. The Council was promptly informed, but there was little they could do— she was now trapped. A secret that was meant to be permanent, was slowly slipping off her fingers. The Galaxy wouldn't approve of an Omega being a Jedi Knight... and most importantly, unclaimed and unmated— it placed her in an extremely risky position.
During one of those uncommon but grateful free days, Anakin lowered his lightsaber, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead. What a better way to spend the day by sparring? Because there was nothing more The Chosen One adored to do than to push his limits... and show off in the process. The strong scent of his dominant gene oozed off his body like waves, making the air thick, heavy— mixing into a dangerous haze that surrounded her.
"You are acting rather feisty today," He scoffed, running his hair through his wavy hair, exhaling a quick breath. "Can't figure out if I like it or hate it. At least you are fighting less shitty than usual," The banter between this two wasn't new. It came as natural as the low growl that escaped his lips as he lunged forward, moving with a precision that in butterflied would be lethal.
The proximity itself gave Anakin a strange sensation; an electric feeling that ran down his spine, his nose scrunching in an involuntary reaction. Dodging the saber swinging down his side, he backed off, frowning. There was a shift in the air; something that, usually, it wasn't there.
Looking around the room, his nose scrunches again as he sniffed the air. Something was off... but what? Circling the room, he let the scorching heat of his lightsaber die, hanging it on the hook of his utility belt before he stopped, staring at the open windows and then back at her.
"Do you smell that?" He asked, his voice gaining a lower tone, as if it came deep within his chest. Anakin's body language is easy to read— tense, alert, almost predatory. That whiff his nostrils detected seemed to grow stronger... the more he approached her.
He must be going crazy, that was his initial thought. The scent is unlike anything he has ever encountered. It's sweet, sickening so. His fingers twitched, both flesh and metal, another involuntarily reaction. That damn smell— it ignited something primal, something that until now appeared to be dormant. Anakin's chest filled with a sudden frustration; he can't quite put a pin on the source, or what it could be.
"Tell me you smell it too," He continued, chewing on his bottom lip. His blue eyes, dark and— and heated, met hers. The response of his body is immediate, a gentle burn settling in his lower stomach that only grew bigger the more he focused on it. "Am I going insane?"
Fanfic: “I Choose You” written by chunni // @rinn-e
I loved this fanfic series! If you want read some veeeeery nice character development in Omegaverse please read @rinn-e’s Saving Flowers which is the first part of this series.
