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.”
For @quiobiweek - the final prompt. “Don’t get caught.”
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Obi-Wan lives by Qui-Gon’s words. “Don’t get caught.” Unaware. Without his suppressants. With strange alphas.
Until he’s 22 and understands the admonition is a reminder that his life should happen only on his terms.
It’s not until he sees the mated master and senior padawan pair that he understands his terms.
He leaves his scent on his master’s belongings – sips from his favorite cup, sits in his favorite chair, borrows his outer cloak – and watches Qui-Gon’s ever diminishing resolve.
When Qui-Gon catches him rolling in his bed, Obi-Wan opens his arms, his legs, bares his throat and welcomes the capture.
This little fic is from a prompt received by @swpromptsandasks, who released it into the wild for other people to fill.
I figured I’d give it a shot. (Not beta read and I’m not wearing my glasses right now, so if there are any typos or grammatical issues, I’m sure I’ll find them later.)
Prompt: Can you please try writing Dooku/Qui/Obi-wan, with alphas Qui and Dooku
Obviously Mature|Explicit.
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Obi-Wan twitches and shifts in his seat as he listens to the ship’s engines thrum, thinks about what waits for him on the other side of this trip. He jumps when a hand falls on his shoulder.
"You're nervous." Qui-Gon’s hand strokes down Obi-Wan’s arm, large, warm and just this side of proprietary.
"How could you tell?" Obi-Wan resists the urge to fidget more under his former master’s attention. Just barely.
"Sarcasm doesn't become you, young one."
"Sorry, Mast— Jaan."
Jaan raises an eyebrow as he settles back in his seat, hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“This doesn’t have to happen, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon, always the voice of reason. “There’s still time to take your suppressors. Even if you choose to undergo the heat, you could spend it alone. Or…with someone else.”
Obi-Wan shudders. He’s spent two heats alone since he entered puberty. His first, which caught him by surprise, and another when he lost his suppressors in a skirmish. And the idea of anyone but Qui-Gon and Jaan being near him at a moment of such vulnerability makes his insides turn over, makes him feel as sick as a jump to hyperspace.
“No,” he says. “No. It’s time. I want to.”
“Then,” Jaan says, “We had best be on our way. I’d prefer to be at the palace before nature overtakes us.”
“How did you get Master Yoda to agree to this sabbatical to your family home?” Obi-Wan asks.
“I simply reminded him of the last time an omega with two chosen alpha mates was present in the temple during a first shared heat. Between the destruction done to the interior, the handful of alpha padawans who were taken to the healers after being unable to control themselves, the noise, and the potential for bad press when the omega found his way outside of the temple while his mates were preoccupied with the aforementioned padawans and he practically insisted we go.”
“Oh,” Obi-Wan says.
“Quite.”
Qui-Gon snorts, ruffles Obi-Wan’s hair and excuses himself to the cockpit to assist the pilot in preparing for departure.
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The palace on Serreno was opulent. Obi-Wan would've thought so even if he hadn't been a Jedi and used to humble surroundings.
He didn't get to see much of it, for as they left the ship, he caught sight of some of the staff sniffing and glancing his way. And Jaan and Qui-Gon noticed it too. In a moment, Qui-Gon had his arm and cloak draped around Obi-Wan and they were following Jaan though long, identical looking hallways until they reached a set of rooms that were, for all intents and purposes, their own house within the palace.
“...a stocked kitchen, two 'freshers and a sun room,” Jaan finishes as Obi-Wan roams the edges of the common room, touching furniture and décor, getting the feel and scent of the place.
“Obi-Wan, would you like tea?” Qui-Gon asks from the kitchen.
“Juice,” Obi-Wan says. “Please. I'm too hot,” he mutters as he unwraps from Qui-Gon's cloak and drops it on the sofa, missing the look that passes between Jaan and his former padawan turned lover.
As Qui-Gon pours the juice, Obi-Wan steps into the bedroom and lets out a sound of delight at the large bed that takes up half the room. Four posts on each end of the bed hold a dark, draping canopy that ends in curtains that can be pulled closed on every side, creating a dark cocoon. The bed is covered with a thick dark counterpane and a riot of jewel toned pillows.
“Go ahead.” Jaan stands at his elbow, as if he materialized there. “It's as much yours as ours. Or, it will be.” Obi-Wan glances at him and when Jaan nods, Obi-Wan launches himself towards the bed, kicking off his slippers as he goes and slithering over the edge of the mattress to roll into the soft pillows that smell of soap and sunlight and very, very faintly of Jaan and Qui-Gon. He buries his face in the scent, only raising his head when he feels a touch on his arm, Qui-Gon standing next to the bed with a glass of sweet smelling juice that flows cool over Obi-Wan’s tongue. He drains the glass and hands it back without a word, burrowing back into the pillows as a wave of warm drowsiness blankets him.
He’s peripherally aware of Jaan sliding onto the bed behind him, tucking Obi-Wan against his tall frame and then Qui-Gon pressing up against his front, stroking the short hair, just beginning to grow out of its padawan cut, at his temples. Obi-Wan drifts off surrounded by the familiar scent of his soon to be mates, by warmth and comfort.
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Obi-Wan wakes hours later to a dark room, the sun long set. He’s shaking and sweating and slick between his thighs. He kicks off the blankets that are too hot, too scratchy, feels cool hands touch his face, his throat and presses his forehead into them, moaning softly.
He hears Qui-Gon whispering to him, murmuring in his ear, how good he feels, how sweet he tastes, as Obi-Wan’s head is tilted up and his mouth taken in a kiss that sends a surge of want through his body.
“Qui-Gon,” Obi-Wan hears Jaan murmur, the man’s normally refined voice sounding gruff and strained. “Hold him.”
“Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon’s speaking. “Look at me.”
He does. Or tries to. It’s hard to focus. He finds himself captivated by the shade of blue around Qui-Gon’s pupil, the shimmer of light on his hair, the shadow beneath the curve of his lower lip.
“It’s okay. Shh.” Qui-Gon’s thumb strokes across his mouth and his hands flow down Obi-Wan’s neck and torso, to fasten tight on his waist. Obi-Wan realizes he’s been whimpering and pressing his hips back into open air and that’s when Jaan slides into him in one long, steady move that makes Obi-Wan’s eyes go wide and his breath catch in his throat.
“Beautiful,” Qui-Gon says.
For a moment, the burn beneath his skin is soothed as he sways between his two mates. Qui-Gon returns to stroking his face. Jaan curls over him, coarse beard teasing the sensitive skin of his shoulders, pressing his hot mouth to Obi-Wan’s skin, whispering words that are mostly unintelligible to Obi-Wan, though he can make out his own name and “love” and a few endearments in the dialect of Serreno.
Then he feels Jaan sinking into his mind, not unlike a training bond but deeper, more intimate. When a surge of heat shoots through Obi-Wan again, Jaan grips him tight and moves with purpose, driving his hips forward so hard it feels like he's trying to climb inside Obi-Wan. His teeth fasten on the meaty area between Obi-Wan’s shoulder and throat and it takes only a few well timed thrusts to send them both over the edge, locking them together, body and mind.
When the haze finally clears from Obi-Wan’s head, he's lying on his side with Jaan still swollen inside him, stroking his big hands over Obi-Wan's flanks, pressing his lips to the back of Obi-Wan's head, murmuring softly about how good Obi-Wan was, how good he felt, how well he took the knot, the bond. After a time Jaan softens and pulls away and Obi-Wan feels a lick of heat shoot through him as he's left slick and open.
But Qui-Gon’s there to roll him onto his back, press him into the mattress with a soul deep kiss and warm tendrils of his Force signature curling into Obi-Wan’s mind the way Jaan's had moments before. He hooks Obi-Wan’s legs over his elbows and slides home, his mouth feeding at Obi-Wan’s lips and it’s not long before Obi-Wan’s keening sharply against that mouth. Qui-Gon swallows the shattered sound Obi-Wan makes when he comes, slows and rests on top of him, still hard.
Obi-Wan blinks. “You didn’t—“
“When you’re ready,” Qui-Gon says, “I want you to ride me.”
The words send a frisson of warmth down Obi-Wan’s spine and he shifts on the nest of blankets, his eyes find Jaan’s, the man lying next to them, head propped on his hand, looking as if they are the most engrossing thing in the universe.
Jaan reaches out, swipes his fingers through the mess Obi-Wan left on Qui-Gon’s belly, raises them to his own mouth and sucks them clean. When he leans in and kisses him, Obi-Wan can taste himself on Jaan’s lips. Arousal stirs deep in his belly and he shifts, nudges Qui-Gon with his hips and the man rolls onto his back, taking Obi-Wan with him.
Obi-Wan gasps as he settles atop Qui-Gon, his weight pulling him flush against Qui-Gon’s hips, pushing the alpha’s erection further inside him until all he can focus on is that hot, sweet fullness. Then he starts to move.
Reaching blindly for something to hold onto, Obi-Wan feels fingers teasing his palms. He opens his eyes to find Jaan behind him, arms curving around him, offering his hands as leverage. Obi-Wan curls his fingers around Jaan's, uses Jaan's hands to hoist himself up further on his knees and slide down until his and Qui-Gon's hips are flush. He repeats the motion, feeling Qui-Gon twitch hard inside him, feeling the slick, soft tip of Jaan's cock brush against his ass, hard and ready again.
The orgasm, when it hits, takes him by surprise. It tears through him on a downward slide, making him drop hard onto Qui-Gon's body. That's all it takes for Qui-Gon to groan and grip Obi-Wan's hips so hard Obi-Wan's sure he'll have fingerprints for weeks.
Qui-Gon thrusts once, twice more and surges upward as he comes, biting into the other side of his neck and triggering the aftershock of Obi-Wan's orgasm that leaves Obi-Wan gasping and shivering as he feels Qui-Gon swell inside his body, inside his mind.
Qui-Gon releases his neck, licks once over the teeth marks he’d left behind. Then says, “Come here,” and pulls Obi-Wan down to his lie securely atop him. Obi-Wan turns his head, finds Jaan snuggling in close, his hand trailing down Obi-Wan's back, stroking the sensitive skin above his tail bone and, occasionally, drifting lower, to brush a long finger where he and Qui-Gon are locked together. The touch, gentle and firm, but just this side of teasing, makes Obi-Wan groan.
“What do you think, my Qui-Gon?” Jaan says, voice low and private. Obi-Wan thinks he could come to really like that tone of voice. Then Jaan presses his finger more firmly against his ass, the tip sliding into him and his thoughts stutter to a halt even as Qui-Gon lets out a restrained whimper. “With a little preparation, and at the height of his heat, do you think he'd be able to take us both?”
Obi-Wan's head jerks up and he turns to Jaan. The look on his face must be such a cross between shocked and aroused and terrified because the normally austere Jedi master breaks into a teeth baring laugh.
“You shouldn't tease him so,” Qui-Gon murmurs, caressing Obi-Wan's flank. “Besides, now that the necessities are out of the way….” Qui-Gon strokes his thumb over Obi-Wan's bottom lip, slips just inside to tease the tip of his tongue and Obi-Wan sucks lightly. “I'd love to see this mouth wrapped around a cock. And I'd really like to see his face covered in cum as he rides one of us to completion.”
Obi-Wan drops his head with a groan and hides his burning face against Qui-Gon's chest, even as a spear of arousal shoots through him, makes him tighten around Qui-Gon's cock.
“Force help me, I didn't know what I was getting myself into,” he pleads to Qui-Gon's breastbone, half smiling as his alphas laugh and gather him close, wrapping him in the warmth and scent of home.
