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pussykin and cunnilingus for kinktober?
i've both fulfilled the prompt and posted a discarded scene from fslseaes that i've been neglecting for almost a year... so like, two stones one bird or however the saying goes
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
so, ao3 is down and i'm back at writing fslseaes
fslseaes mini update
happy birthday king (somewhat affectionately 💕)
“Just the tip, Mr. Kenobi, please. Everyone knows the tip doesn’t count,” Anakin said breathlessly, desperate to feel Obi-Wan close to him, inside of him, after the time they had spent apart, even if the way his heart clenched made him feel as if there was something wrong with wanting Mr. Kenobi so close. He opened his eyes as Mr. Kenobi’s hands stilled on his waist, a heavy weight settling in his stomach at the sight of the older man staring down at him with his eyes wide open in surprise, frozen in shock before his fingertips slowly reached for his lips. “Oh, Anakin, if only I could stop at the tip,” Mr. Kenobi said as he bit Anakin’s lips, causing the younger man to moan wantonly. Mr. Kenobi covered Anakin’s mouth with his hand, big and calloused against his soft lips. Anakin licked at his palm, hungry for any taste of Mr. Kenobi’s skin. Weeks without any sort of contact between them had left Anakin desperate for absolution. “You need to be quiet, my little dove," Mr. Kenobi whispered quietly. "Mace is right outside and he will be mad at you if he knows how much you want me.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“What is going on with you, Skywalker?” Father Windu asked softly, mostly to himself as the doors of the infirmary opened up and Anakin was ushered inside by Mother Vokara. Anakin, holding his hand close to his chest, turned back to look at the priest, and was surprised to see him with a conflicted expression. Father Windu looked torn, and Anakin wondered what could’ve had the priest so rattled. Father Windu was the head of the Jedi Order, the Principal in an ecclesiastical way, and nothing had ever rattled him, not even Maul Opress’ scandal a few years prior.
After a four month hiatus (thanks for that sadness) 13, 820 words have been added to this unhinged fic. A LOT happens on this chapter (so much plot) but I hope you all like it! It's a ride for sure 😈
Thanks @amadwinter for helping me beta this chapter and make it make sense.
love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight - ao3
Anakin Skywalker met Mr. Kenobi when he was 16 years old. The older man, handsome and so imposing in his stance, made Anakin want to break every teaching the nuns and priests at school had made him memorise since he was a little kid, falling to his knees for something other than prayer. He was forbidden fruit that Anakin was desperate to taste.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Mr. Kenobi praised him when Anakin did a good deed, and what better deed there was to accompany a lonely soul on a blessed holiday? The teachings of the Light had taught him to be there for others as he wished others were for him, and it was nothing but short of his duty to spend his time with someone who truly cherished him, and wanted his company like no one else had done before. Wasn’t that what the priests and nuns had tried to teach him since he was but a small child?
if there's a hell, this might be the chapter that sends me there
Ok, I just want to say I love the Obikin fic (Love At First Sight, At Last Sight, At Ever And Ever Sight) you are writing currently!! It’s been on my brain since I started reading, and I can’t wait for the next update!! I have no clue how it’s going to wrap up in two chapters, though I’m extremely excited. Depending on the ending, do you think you’d ever consider doing a sequel to it? I think (depending on how you choose to finish it) a sequel would have a lot of potential. I know I’d definitely read it lol
oh, i'm so not going to wrap up everything in two chapters that i'm officially erasing that 15 and just putting a '?' in it cause where im now (writing wise) is so far from reaching a conclusion im crying a little (kidding i love this fic and this unhinged bastard known as mr. kenobi)
right now, where i stand, the only way i see a sequel for fslseaes is to write the life anakin will have as mr. kenobi's boy wife, how their marriage is something obi-wan can't control like he thought he would (so different from his marriage with satine) but still sweet enough that he's happy in this life he groomed for himself.
the next update (if all goes well) will be up tomorrow 😉
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“I’m safe with you, Mr. Kenobi,” Anakin reassured as his mind echoed the memory of the time when he had first thought those words, long before he knew the true state of Mr. Kenobi’s sham of a marriage. The words remained true despite the knowledge that under the eyes of the Force, Mr. Kenobi was a single man and, as such, things could happen without consequence if they were to marry. But Mr. Kenobi was a single man that Anakin desired in blood, flesh and soul, regardless of his marital status. If anything, it was Mr. Kenobi who was unsafe next to Anakin.
in the spirit of thanksgiving/black friday i gave obi-wan blue balls and made anakin cry. enjoy <3
