Misc a/b/o heat Obianidala💋
Squick/TW: omegverse, ambiguous consent
Set in an AU omegaverse where, under extreme circumstances, the practice of inducing an omega’s heat in order to mate/impregnate them for their own health & safety is legally permitted. And this is what the council told Obi-Wan to do to Anakin just as he was on the turn.
Obi-Wan knew there was more to Anakin & Padmé’s “friendship” so he asked for her cards on the table, and she finally admits they have indeed been married since the start of the clone wars.
In this AU, if this endangered omega is already partnered up with someone who isn’t an alfa, the siring alfa must included the beta mate in the mating “activities”.
So there’s a dirty little situation for you 😶
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“Ani, someone is here to help you”.
Anakin looked wrecked. He lay sprawled across the bed in his night clothes, half pulled off and almost soaked through with sweet heat sweat.
Padmé entered cautiously, the room heavy and intoxicating even to her beta senses.
“It’s ok” she soothed, crawling onto the bed like some kind of creature from the jungles of Scarif. She could almost feel the heat radiating off him. “I know you can feel him. I know you want him”.
His breathing was fast and sharp and he watched her through lidded eyes. “You… did this” he gasped desperately. She couldn’t tell if his expression was one of anger, pain or pleasure - more likely a combination of all three. Either way he looked exquisite, his strong features flushed and glistening, lips a swollen, deep red.
“Shhhh” she cupped his face in her hand, brushing away drenched hair. Anakin let out a strangled noise at the contact with skin, scrunching his eyes and pushing into her touch.
“I promise this will make everything better”. Then she kissed him. His lips tasted... unimaginable - a taste that was alive somehow, like high spring. Almost unconsciously she found herself grasping his face with both hands, kissing him greedily and deeply, drinking him in. A part of her realised she had never expected to experience Anakin in full-blown heat, she almost hadn’t dared to - the thought alone was too powerful.
A sound from beyond the bedroom door brought her back to reality. Their lips made a lewd sound as she broke away. Anakin’s head fell back into the pillow and he moaned with deep impatience, hips squirming against the mattress.
Obi-Wan. They needed Obi-Wan.