I fucking love top Obi fics, I totally get people who like Top Anakin obikin fics and I’ve definitely read my fair share but like idk. I see Obiwan and I’m like yesssss. Like he looks like he knows how to dominate someone.
He just gives major top vibes, I think Ewan Mcgregor just gives major top vibes in general though. Especially in his more recent films, maybe it’s because he’s like such a dilf. It’s funny because I recently saw a gif set for something he played in and I’m pretty sure he was a bottom in the show but the whole thing gave total dom energy.
@himboskywalker once elaborated in a post about why they like top Obiwan and I think they explained it really well. They mentioned something about how people seem to take Obiwan out of character and I totally agree with that assessment.
One of the reasons I consider him such a top is just that like when I watch the films I think Obiwan acts so dom overall and Anakin just gives me such submissive bottom energy lol.
Like in the fucking scene in Palpatine’s office when he’s breathing hard and drops to his knees and he’s like “I pledge myself.. to your teachings.” That scene is actually insane, like the way he’s looking up from the ground and the way he’s talking. He’s having one of the worst days of his entire life (and it’s about to get way worse) and he’s looking so good lmao. If it was any other person in the room with him I’d be like “yessssss bro is dtf” but it’s literally fucking raisin Palpatine man he’s looking at.
Like do not lie, if it was any other situation I’d be raving about his bedroom eyes, but he’s looking at the raisin man!! Like Anakin?!!?!? Buddy wtf!?!?! He’s clearly lost his mind for real this time.
I feel like with Obiwan, Obi just seems like he always has his shit together. Like he’s High General, a council member, master to the Chosen One, he’s helping said Chosen One to raise his own Padawan, he cut a Sith Lord in half when he was a Padawan himself, he’s like the undefeated master of Soresu, and, one of the things I love most, he’s a fucking constant thorn in Sidious’s side. Like he’s just so competent and like competency doesn’t equal being a top lol but idk it’s giving Dom top energy. Like just because he’s got his shit together doesn’t mean he always needs to be in control of every situation but like idk he gives me that vibe. Anakin is definitely getting it good, like be for real.
And like when Obiwan is admonishing Anakin, or when he’s praising him (Anakin Skywalker definitely has a canon praise kink). I just feel like he’s out here domming this kid lol.
He needs to just dom his kid back from the dark side. A mixture of praise and admonishment. Maybe bending him over his knees would’ve helped Anakin’s clear his head.
Like the AO3 tag “fuck Anakin Skywalker back to the light” but instead “Dom Anakin Skywalker back to the light.” Is that a tag already?
Not to be graphic, although I probably have said crazier shit, but I tell my friends whenever we watch ROTS that “I think everything would’ve been fine if Obi had just bent Anakin over and fucked the shit out of him.” I think it would’ve helped his emotional issues and made him feel more calm. He just needs to be dommed, and loved on, and also worn out so he doesn’t have all this crazy restless energy lol. Obi-Wan should just fuck him until he’s crying and then let him sleep it off.
Maybe my thoughts come down to that at the end of the day Obiwan Kenobi is not getting on his knees for a Sith Lord ever in his life.
Well…. Maybe Darth Vader if the situation was different. I definitely love my fair share of sith Obi fics and I do think some of them are plausible. But canon ROTS Obiwan Kenobi will laugh in a Sith lord’s face, he will not be getting on his knees for anyone…..well…maybe for Anakin later 🤭….but anyways…. He’s not submitting to Darth Sidious anytime soon.
I’m sure I’ll be thinking about this later and I’ll come back and add more reasons lol. But like Dom Top Obi is so fucking sexy.
"[name]..." anakin whined, voice horse and rough from all his cries. shaky hands reached up to cup the sides of your face.
"haa... haa.. pl-please..!" his breath heaved. what was he begging for, more? less? he didn't even know himself, 'please' was the only word he could coherently say due to your relentless punishment.
you couldn't help the wicked smile that broke out across your face. force, how you longed for this moment, to be the one to bring the chosen one to his knees. maybe the puzzle that was anakin skywalker wasn't so hard to decipher, noone could deny their true nature and anakins was being a needy slut.
you slapped his hands away, relishing in the way tears filled his blue eyes making them seem all the more entrancing. defeated, he laid back down, propped up on his forearms. his hair fell into his face, watery azure eyes peered through brown locks. you swallowed the urge to pin him down and give anakin what you both wished for. did he know how provocative he looked?
"pl-please.. kiss-"
"ani, ani, ani," you tutted. "who are you to make demands in this situation, hm?" anakins side of the bond poked and prodded at your shields, even so, you wouldn't let up, it was crucial you had them up, you couldn't let anakin know the full extent of your desire. although, it was probably obvious, you didn't hide bother trying it on your face.
you shivered as you felt the pure need and desperation flood your senses. the force roared around you almost choking with animalistic desire. it didn't seem like anakin was doing consciously from how he was laying there on the bed, energy spent, hair even more wild than usual and cock angrily throbbing against the chiseled plane of his abs.
all the same, you found this is when he looked best, vulnerable under you, utterly and completely at your mercy. still, seeing anakin take down enemies with ease, hair and robes bellowing in the wind and his saber highlighting the features on his face was still a sight that made your jaw drop every time.
but, you knew anakins strength, not only was he gifted in the force at imaginable levels but his sheer strength. the amount of times he's bested you at djem so makes you wince just thinking about it. he could easily over power you if he wanted, take that sweet release and end this.
except, you both knew the thought never crossed his mind. it didn't matter how long you'd continue this, he'd still lay there, complacent and eager to please you.
but this wasn't just heartless behavior, no, you were conducting an experiment of sorts... could anakin cum just from having his chest toyed with like a girl? if he could, you'd fuck him, give him what he's so obediently yearned for. if not... well, the night is young.
My pregnant Omegakin hiding from Sith Alpha-wan fic is at 3.5k so far. I did not know that.
I'm on an Omega verse kick right now, every one pray, someone hire an esty witch, let's hope I go steady
I need a fic where Anakin just chokes on Obi-Wan's dick for hours while he meditates. Bonus points for phallo dick, cause that means Obi-Wan isn't going to go soft for even a second. Hard mode difficulty for that padawan's throat the whole time. Thanks.
Fandom: Ateez
Rating: Mature
Status: Complete
Pairing: Obikin, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker
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SUMMARY: Anakin and Obi-wan can never catch a break, and this mission is no different. Unfortunately this time their misfortune comes in the form of three Dathomiri witch sisters, a seemingly unbreakable spell with a potentially fatal outcome, a very short time frame, and an extremely oblivious Jedi Master.
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Chapter 1
Anakin and Obi-Wan had been chasing the three Dathomiri witches for days, maybe even weeks by this point. Both Jedi had been sent to Dathomir after the vicious attack by Grievous that led to a complete massacre of the Nightsisters, of whom they had been hopeful to find survivors and they had been granted three.
They had brought the sisters back to their ship on Dathomir with the intention of presenting them to the Council. The hope was that they would have information on the whereabouts of General Grievous, at the very least they could inform the Council of his attack on their homeworld. But of course nothing ever went quite to plan when it came to Anakin and Obi-Wan, especially on a mission together.
Before they were able to make it back to Coruscant, the sisters had slipped their restraints, and to Anakin and Obi-Wan’s annoyance had managed to steal one of the escape pods and landed on an uninhabited planet not far from Coruscant, one the Council didn’t bother to pay much attention to due to its lack of occupancy. And this was exactly where Anakin and Obi-Wan found themselves at this moment.
It was a vastly different planet than Dathomir. It was damp and foggy, Anakin felt as though each breath he took could drown him if he inhaled too deeply. And it was murky, covered in moss and swampland, thick and tall weeds grew around the edges of the dank pools of water. Gross , was Anakin's initial thought as he lifted a boot and shook off a slimy green mess from the toe.
"Where the hell are we?" He asked Obi-Wan.
The older Jedi shook his head. "I have never been on this planet before, so I haven't the foggiest." Anakin couldn't help but turn to him with a smirk, even gaining a little chuckle from Obi-Wan. "All jokes aside, we must find these sisters so they can give the Council whatever information they have."
"Maybe we should split up."
"On the contrary," Obi-Wan again shook his head as he moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with Anakin, "we should stick together. We don't know this planet and it would seem the fog is interfering with our communications, we wouldn't be able to track one another if we got lost. Let's just stay close to one another and the ship for now, come up with a plan before we just-"
"There!" Anakin shouted, pointing a finger forward and igniting his lightsaber.
"Anakin, wait!" Obi-Wan called out to him but it was no use. Anakin was already sprinting away through the fog, chasing after whatever he had thought he'd seen.
He ran through the thick fog, feeling as if he was dragging himself through mud as he did. He could see the witches in the distance, moving through the swamp like they could navigate it blind, all the while Anakin's footing was lost more than once as he chased them. Obi-Wan’s voice had long since faded into the distance, but Anakin wasn't paying much attention to it anyway. He wanted to get the witches back to the ship, that was his main focus, he wanted them to stand before the Council and tell them everything they knew about Grievous and the attack on Dathomir. Maybe they had information that could help them take down the enemy, then they could make some headway with this ridiculous war and finally come out on the side of peace.
Anakin continued to chase the glimpses of the witches he caught through the fog until the ground beneath his feet disappeared, and he stumbled into a section of knee deep water. He nearly lost his footing completely but managed to save himself the swim at the last second, the last thing he wanted was to faceplant in the cesspool of green ooze, being knee deep was bad enough.
He took a moment to catch his breath while he stood there and checked his surroundings. He couldn't see the witches but he knew they were there. A sudden chilling wind whipped through the swamp, raising the hair on Anakin's arms and neck, and shifting the fog around him ever so slightly, just enough for him to see the edges of the pool at his feet. Then he heard them, the witches' voices echoing around him, their wicked cackling ringing in his ears. He held his lightsaber ready before him, turning in every direction, trying to find them, he even searched within the Force and begged for its help but it was no use. The witches were powerful on this planet, and it was then that Anakin realized he and Obi-Wan had been very clearly led here with purpose, they fell right into their trap. The witches wanted retaliation for the attack on their homeworld, and further retaliation against them for capturing them. They had blocked all of Anakin's connection to the Force, to Obi-Wan, and he was in very grave danger with no help coming his way. He was right where they wanted him.
He turned sharply and tried desperately to track their movements through the fog. Occasionally their faces would peek through, only for a fleeting second, but before Anakin could swing his lightsaber recklessly in their direction they were already gone, vanishing again into the thick void. All it did was make him panic more, made his heart rate pick up and his stomach turn. Then their voices echoed and hissed through the fog, sharp and stinging in his ears.
“There is much trouble within you, Jedi.” The first witch spat, nearly bringing Anakin to his knees as he reached a hand to cover his ear.
“You reside under a darkened cloud that looms ever over your head,” said the second, “clouds your mind as deeply as this fog clouds this planet.”
Their words made Anakin dive further into his distress. He had never told anyone about the black spot he knew lived inside him, the darkness that he fought against every day. They were in his head, and he couldn't force them out.
“But there is a light within you,” the third witch chimed in, “though, a dim one. One that you will not let shine too brightly, that you keep at a distance.”
“Yes, we do see it, don't we sisters.” The first witch said and the other two agreed. “It struggles to break through the veil in your mind. It fights against you trying desperately to break free.”
“Stop it!” Anakin screamed, turning again and again, seeking them out, but seeing nothing but fog. “Get out of my head!”
“We only wish to help you, dear Jedi,” the first witch said with a demeaning lilt to her tone, “we only wish to help you bring the light forward and allow it to vanquish the darkness within you, to bathe you in the light.”
“And should we so happen to fail,” the second witch chuckled, “at least there would be one less Jedi in the galaxy to hunt us like prey. Nothing too sorely lost.”
“Should we help him, sisters? He seems a bit… dull.” They all laughed this time, and the third witch then asked, “Should we tell him what the light is that resides within his mind?”
“I know!” Anakin spat, shaking his head. “Of course I know!”
“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” the third witch plainly stated, “the other Jedi, is the light that keeps your soul in check. He is the only thing that has tethered you to what little good there is inside you, but you still remain with one foot inside the darkness.”
“I wonder, sisters,” the second witch drawled, sending chills running through Anakin again, “what would happen if the tether between them was cut?”
Anakin's entire body ran cold. “No, don't!” He shouted, reaching a desperate arm out to no one.
“Cut it quickly and he would fall to the dark side, but cut it slowly…” The third witch chuckled deeply, darkly, and Anakin was seconds away from begging on his knees. “Cut it slowly and the young Jedi would die an equally lengthy death, painfully as he tried desperately to cling to the tether that binds him to his other Jedi. Once the last thread of the tether was to break and there be nothing left to connect them, his heart would shatter along with it, and so would he.”
“Leave my bond with Obi-Wan alone! Please,” he all but whispered into the fog, leaning forward on suddenly weakening legs, “I'm begging you… he's all I have.”
“We know.” The first witch stated it as plain as day, and the lack of compassion in her voice made Anakin's eyes prickle with fear. “Which is why we will give you a chance, one chance, to keep your light and refrain from falling to the dark side, or dying a slow death.”
Anakin's head perked up. He knew there was no getting out of this unscathed, not while cornered by the witch sisters, so any chance he could get to keep his bond with Obi-Wan intact, he would take.
The second witch continued for the first. “Fall or stand, live or die, light or dark, it will be your choice. But you will not have much time to make it.”
“What do I have to do?”
“All you have to do is simply let your light consume you.” Anakin scrunched his brows and shook his head, confused. “You love the other Jedi, have for many long years, but you know not if he loves you in return.”
“If you wish to live, then you simply must know,” the first witch said, “and once you know, then you will face your fate.”
“If the other Jedi loves you in return and he proves that he does so earnestly, then your bond will be restored, the tether no longer breaking between you and becoming stronger than ever, and you will live within light, in balance for the rest of your life.”
Anakin smiled slightly at the second witch's words. It seemed easy enough, he was sure Obi-Wan loved him, they had been Master and Padawan for so long now that there had to be a love shared between them. All he had to do was ask and he would be saved.
“But,” the third witch cut into his thoughts, forcing his smile to fade with her warning tone, “the love he feels for you cannot merely be the love a Master feels for his Padawan, that is not nearly enough to save your bond and keep you in the light. His love must rival yours, it must be a true love, an everlasting love, else the tether will break and you will die.”
Anakin could already feel his heart beginning to shatter. Obi-Wan may have loved him, but there was no way he loved him like that, not the way Anakin loved him. He had never given any indication of such feelings over their years together, not even when Anakin had thrown hint after hint his way. Obi-Wan was for the Council and the Order, he would never go against them and their teachings, everything he had known his entire life, to openly love Anakin the way he needed him to.
“And there is a rule to follow this. While you try to find out if your Jedi loves you as much as you love him, you cannot tell him that he is the light that keeps your soul from falling to darkness, if you do we will snap the tether before your time is up. Nor can you force him into this love. You cannot confess your feelings to him in hopes that he will manufacture feelings of his own to save you. It must be earnest, and it must have always been there, else your fate is already sealed. He must come to you on his own with his own feelings on display, unprompted and uninfluenced.”
“That's not fair!” He shook his head at the ridiculous rules, completely enraged at both the witches and himself for getting mixed up in this. “You can clearly see into my mind and you know how I feel about him. So why not just look into Obi-Wan’s mind and see if he feels the same? Spare me the slow death if that is what I am fated to in the end.”
The witches laughed at him in perfect unison, their cackles echoing through the swamp. “Now where would be the fun in that?” The second mused.
“He draws close, your Jedi.” The third witch said, and Anakin turned his head as he heard a cry carry from the distance.
“Anakin! Anakin!”
“Obi-Wan,” he whispered, already feeling the pull within him becoming stronger the closer Obi-Wan got.
When he turned back the witches were right in front of him, all three of them, emerged from the fog and nearly nose to nose with him. He had no time to react to their speed, no time to stop them as they all shot a hand out to wrap around his neck, collectively squeezing just enough to render him useless.
“You will have twenty-one rotations to accomplish the quest we have set upon you,” they all spoke together, the deep hissing of their voices louder upon his already aching ears, “if you do not complete your quest by the time the last rays of Coruscant's sun hits the Jedi temple, then you will die.”
“But how will I know?” Anakin choked out, forcing his voice past their slowly tightening grip upon his neck. “How will I know if his love is true and I have saved our bond?”
“You will know.” They all spoke again, and together they raised their free hands above their heads. Before Anakin could even register their movements their hands jolted toward his face as he shut his eyes tight, and he was swallowed in a flash of vile green light before everything went black.
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“Anakin! Anakin!” Obi-Wan called through the fog, though it was so dense he wasn't sure his voice was even carrying far enough to reach Anakin. “Where the devil are you?”
He was starting to panic. The further he ventured into the swamp, the more muffled the bond between him and Anakin became, and he didn't like it one bit. He had never been so disconnected from Anakin, and he was starting to worry that he was never going to find him on this wretched planet.
The flash of light that swept through the swamp was like a beacon. Obi-Wan knew as soon as he saw it that Anakin must have been somewhere in the middle of it, if not the very reason it was happening. So he ran, faster then he ever had his entire life, the worry coursing through him powering his legs to propel him through the swamp.
He kicked up all kinds of thick green ooze, slopped it all over his pants all the way up to his hips, but he didn't care. His only priority was to get to Anakin and, as usual, rescue him from whatever trouble he'd managed to get himself mixed up in.
He stumbled forward and found himself in a fairly clear opening. The water was knee deep, the fog that surrounded him was as thick as ever. His heart dropped to his feet when he looked down and saw Anakin floating face down in the water, a sudden cold surge flushing through his body as he lurched forward.
"Anakin!" He dropped to his knees and grabbed Anakin, turned him over and lifted him into his arms. "Please, Anakin…" He moved two fingers to just below his jaw line and sighed when he felt a pulse. He lifted his hand to Anakin's cheek and tapped it a few times, all the while muttering, "Come on, Anakin, come back to me now."
Anakin eventually woke with a start and turned his head to the side to cough out the water he’d inhaled. Obi-Wan helped him turn over and sit up on his knees, held him up with one arm around him and supported his chest, the other rubbing soothing circles on his back. "There now, you're alright, just breathe."
He waited out the fit, soothed Anakin through the entire thing. Once it was over and his Padawan had finally caught his breath, he turned sharply and Obi-Wan was caught off guard when he threw himself at Obi-Wan.
"Obi-Wan!"
"My, Anakin," he chuckled and hugged his Padawan back, "you're alright, you're safe."
He pulled back just enough to stare intensely at his Master, his hands moving to grip both sides of his face. "Something happened, Obi-Wan, and I-"
"Anakin, you're shaking." Obi-Wan stopped him from finishing, more concerned with the fact that Anakin was wet, and cold, and covered in Force knew what. He reached out and helped him to his feet, and wrapped his arm around his waist as they started walking. "Let's get you back to the ship so you can dry off, then you can tell me what happened."
As they slowly made their way through the swamp, Anakin thought it was for the best that Obi-Wan stopped him before he was able to explain. He had to play by the rules. The witch sisters had proven that they were nothing if not a force to be reckoned with, the last thing he wanted to do was go against their orders. So he couldn't tell Obi-Wan what had happened, he'd instead have to find a way to give him as little information as possible and hope that somehow it worked out in his favour. But either way, if when all was said and done Obi-Wan didn't feel the same as Anakin did about him, he wasn't sure the witch sister’s fate would be so bad.
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Anakin sighed and sank into the chair, finally back on the warm ship again. He had changed into dry clothes and rid himself of the remnants of the nasty swamp, but his hair was still damp and he wasn't entirely free of the cold sting it had left behind on his skin.
Obi-Wan could see the shivers still assaulting Anakin, and wrapped his Padawan in his cloak before sitting in the chair across from him at the table. Anakin was thankful for the gesture and the extra warmth, but at the same time it wasn't exactly an ideal situation. Now all Anakin could smell was Obi-Wan all over him, wrapped up in his master's cloak, but still he pulled it tighter around him and inhaled deeply.
"Now," Obi-Wan started, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, "what happened in the swamp and how did you end up face down in the water? Did it have anything to do with that green light I saw? And what happened to the witch sisters?"
Anakin took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and thinking over every word with extra caution before he offered Obi-Wan any form of an answer. "They're gone."
"Gone?" He repeated, eyebrows raised.
Anakin nodded. "They lured me to that opening in the fog and surrounded me, but I couldn't see them, I could just hear them. Then they got inside my head, used it against me, then took off. To where, I don't know."
“What do you mean they were in your head?” He asked, his brows furrowing even deeper. “Are you sure they actually were?”
Anakin nodded, his eyes dropping to the table top. “They could see things… things that I have never told anyone before, not even you, Master. They dug until they found my deepest secrets, and then they used them against me.”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said his name low, quiet, as if it was a secret whispered between the two of them, “what was that light I saw? The green flash, what was it?”
“They…” Anakin turned his head away, not even able to look at Obi-Wan, he was so ashamed he'd let it go this far, that he'd let the witch sister’s gain the advantage over him. “They put a spell on me.
“Oh, Anakin,” he sighed and rubbed a hand over his forehead.
“I'm sorry, Master!” He pleaded, quickly turning back to all but beg Obi-Wan not to be angry with him. “Once they were inside my head they had all the leverage they needed to cast the spell, there was nothing I could do.”
“What was the spell?” He slapped his hand on the table top and turned toward Anakin. “What did they do to you?!”
“There is a light inside of me," he began slowly, the last thing he wanted was to risk the wrath of the witch sisters so he had to be careful, "they say that this light is the only thing keeping me tethered to the light and the living realm, it's all that keeps me away from the darkness that lives inside me. They say without it I would fall to the dark side, and they're not wrong."
Obi-Wan stood and turned away, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. "Why wouldn’t you tell me this? If you knew your mind was shrouded and you were struggling…" He turned back, a look of sorrow on his face that hit Anakin in the gut. "I could have helped you, and then perhaps these witch sisters would have had nothing to hold over your head."
All Anakin could do was look up sheepishly at him, too ashamed to say anything. Obi-Wan was right, he should have reached out to his master the second he felt his mind struggling.
"What exactly is this light, Anakin, and what does the spell have to do with it?"
"I…" He drawled, again casting his eyes away from his master’s, "I can't tell you."
"And why not?"
"Because the spell they put on me revolves around that light. I have to find the source of it and." Obi-Wan waited, his brows raised. Anakin sighed. "I have to get them to confess their love for me."
"Love?!" He gaped and shook his head. "And what happens if you don't find this light source? What happens if you do and they do not love you in return?"
"I die."
"What?!" He shouted. It was so loud, so unhinged, Anakin had never heard his master in such a state. He was usually so calm and collected that it shook Anakin to his core.
"There is a tether between me and this other being who is the light inside me, and the spell the witch sisters placed on me is slowly breaking that tether." As he explained, his master became more and more irritated and his movements increasingly more erratic as he began to pace the expanse of the ship. "I have twenty-one days to find them and have them willingly confess their love to me, after which time, if they do not confess or love me in return the same way that I love them, then the witch sisters spell will break the tether and I will die."
"And you know who this other being is." Anakin nodded, confirming his statement. "But you will not tell me." Anakin shook his head this time.
"I can't tell you," he sighed, fighting hard to hold back the yearning strangling his heart for his master, "it's another stipulation of the spell, if I tell you then the tether snaps right here, right now, and I will die before my twenty-one days even starts."
"Is there anything you can tell me that will help that doesn't break the rules of the spell?"
Anakin thought about it for a moment, filtered through every possible clue or hint he could give that wouldn't, in some way, piss off the witch sisters who currently held his life in their hands, or that wouldn't make Obi-Wan feel obligated to lie to try and save him. "No, not really much more than I've already told you."
"Great," Obi-Wan shook his head as he sat at the table again, this time slumped down and looking more defeated than Anakin had ever seen him, "just fantastic."
They sat in silence for a while with Obi-Wan stewing in his thoughts, and Anakin merely stared at the man across from him. Then Obi-Wan suddenly jumped up from his chair, a newfound spring to his movements as he turned away from the table and headed toward the pilot's cabin.
Anakin got up, wrapped the robe tightly around his still chilled body, and followed him. He watched from the doorway while Obi-Wan relentlessly pounded his fingers across the control panel with wild determination. "Obi-Wan, what are you doing?"
"Plotting a course," he answered without even turning to look back at him.
"To where?"
"Naboo."
Anakin sighed, closing his eyes for a second before asking a simple, "Why?", though he already knew the answer.
"Padmé is there."
"And what does Padmé have to do with this?"
"If you won’t tell me who it is that you love, this light inside of you that can save you, then I'll have to put the pieces together myself. You and Padmé have been close for years, since you were a child. I've seen the way you two are with each other, it’s only logical that there is something more between you.” He tapped at the controls a few more times before finally the ship lifted from the planet and they were heading into its atmosphere. “I understand why you never said anything before, the rules of the Council do not allow you the luxury of openly sharing such feelings or acting upon them. But when we arrive on Naboo we will get Padmé to confess the feelings the two of you clearly share for each other, and we will save you before this spell can even take hold.”
“Alright,” Anakin answered, solemn as he turned to head back to the table, “whatever you say, Master.”
Once he was sat at the table he was joined this time by Artoo, who chirped away as he moved in close to Anakin's side.
“You think so?” Anakin asked the droid, who chirped at him again. “I actually tried to make it so that no one could see how infatuated I was with Obi-Wan, but you saw right through me, didn’t you, Artoo.” The droid made a slew of sounds before Anakin sighed heavily and placed his hand atop Artoo. “Unfortunately I can't tell him, buddy, and I don't think I can convince him out of making the trip to Naboo either. Maybe once we get there and he sees that there is nothing more than friendship between Padmé and I, he'll realize that it's not her that I'm in love with. As for the rest, all I can do is play along with the witch sister's spell and hope that Obi-Wan figures it out before it's too late. Other than that, there's not much else I can do.”
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A/N: if anyone would like to be tagged in future posts, please let me know!
Had no work scheduled this week and got sick so started an anidala wip 🎉
a/b/o with alpha Padme and omega Anakin <3 nsfw part noted further down in post
padme goes to a planet to participate in idk, diplomacy, going to a planet to help finalize them joining the republic perhaps.
Anakin is NOT supposed to be there he was NOT assigned as personel but he was determined to come to be with Padme and have her back if anything goes wrong ig. So he's in a disguise, but it's supposed to be uber peaceful or whatever so he's not a trooper or anything, he just dressed like. Her assistant (this is an easy excuse for him to get hit on so padme will be jealous don't think about it too hard).
So anyways this other person part of the host's group is being not too obnoxious but very much expressing interest throughout like the whole time they've arrived and been there. And it drives padme crazzzyyy. Eye twitching. Fists clenched. She's trying so hard to stay normal. Which is not easy bc she's close to her rut and she doesn't realize until it's really coming on that this fellows behavior has triggered her rut to come on earlier bc she is just that worked up about it.
So Anakin notices soemthing is up with her but doesn't quite KNOW bc they're all wearing scent blockers until her rut scent starts to overpower the scent blocker and he immediately makes an excuse to whisk her away but this annoying interloper STILL tries to make themselves a part of it like, offers to get someone to take padme to her rooms so anakin can stay and he's like NO. Finally gives this fella a piece of his mind. Leaves with no further discussion bc his mate needs help and that's priority. Both him and Padme hope it doesn't have any consequences jahfnfjd but Padme very much enjoyed seeing Anakin push back and choose her >:3c
NSFW PART. Dual sexed male omegas and female alphas.
So they get to the rooms and Anakin can barely close the door before Padme is pushing him against it and grinding on him from the back. Disrobing them just enough to reach into his... whatever bottoms he's wearing i haven't decided LOL... and touch him while she takes her cock out and touches herself. Can barely hold back from just driving straight into Anakin he doesn't really ever need prep he gets wet for her so easily, she can feel it through his undergarments so she scruffs him, pushes the undergarments aside, pulls his hips down so she can bottom out bc hes too tall in this position otherwise. He slips on the soles of his shoes as his knees get weak and his legs slide out to spread wider. And even with his knees bent and legs spread Padme still has to stand on her tiptoes to nip and suck at his neck. She presses her forehead between Anakin's shoulder blades, huffing in his scent and feeling the vibration of his moans. Force, he's so noisy and she loves it.
Im debating this part but maybe when she's knotted and they're still plastered against the door, annoying guy comes and knocks, ask if everything is okay. And padme is not in her rightest of mind. So she turns them sideways so she can open to door without anakin or their current engagement being visible. She's totally sweaty and looks like she obviously just had sex (is still having it actually) and ofc smells like rut and sex. And she's like, out of breath, "yes everything's fine just not feeling well thanks for checking in bye noww" and before she closes the door she touches Anakin in a way she know will make him moan so annoying guy knows exactly he has no claim bc she's in it RN. Big ole "apologetic" grin on her face. This only works if it's like a normal door and not the sliding automatic space doors tho :( so idk.
Then the next separate part, its either gonna be a 2 chapter or 2 part series, is anakin goes into heat on a mission padme invited herself on even though she really shouldn't be there and they fuck on her ship bc I love the ep in TCW where 3p0 and jar jar find anakins cloak on her ship. He had to leave it there bc it smelled so strongly of heat and sex he couldn't take it back with him 😔 padme said she'd get it laundered but....sometimes she just needs to smell that thing okay. He has other cloaks. Once it dulls she'll take it to get laundered...
