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Is Ourcollaronyourneck a one-shot or do you accept prompt for it? Because I would like to see Obi-Wan’s point of view. Does he really understand his men’s desire ? Is he not sure of what he wants or just waiting for them to make the first move, waiting for someone to finally choose him and claim him?

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A
fluffy warm blanket was wrapped around him when Obi-Wan surfaced into
consciousness with his body comfortably tucked up in a bed on his
side, wrapped like a Tatooine burrito in the fluffy blanket, feeling
a warm heat behind him and resting at his throat and several seconds
ticked by before he realized the warmth was a body resting behind him
and the warmth was a hand resting at his throat.

A
warm thumb rested on the hollow of his throat, stroking gently before
pausing as the body behind him shifted slightly. “General?” Came
a quiet question.

Giving
up on his rest, Obi-Wan opened his eyes and shifted his head enough
to look up.

Helix
peered down at him in return, smiling slightly in relief. “Hey
there General, was wondering when you’d wake.” He murmured
quietly, stroking Obi-Wan’s overly long hair out of his eyes.

Letting
out an
inquiring noise, Obi-Wan frowned at the medic.

“You’ve
been out of it for two full days sir, recovering in the medbay.”
Helix informed him before
clearly reluctantly getting up and pulling over a tray of tool,
intent on giving the Jedi a checkup and doing his duties as a medic.

Though
Obi-Wan was grateful the man pulled a cup over first with a stray in
it, offering the straw to Obi-Wan to take a few slow sips, his
stomach rather sore as he sat up from being stomped on during his
mission but not outright painful.

As
Helix went through the checkups and a few injections, Cody appeared
with a robe over one arm, smiling in relief when he saw Obi-Wan
sitting up in bed in the thin medical gear as Helix slowly took stock
that Obi-Wan was indeed good enough to be let up. “Good to see you
sir.” The commander murmured, stepping in closer and running his
fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair.

Tilting
his head back and into the grasp, Obi-Wan let out a low noise that
had a fond smile crossing both troopers faces but didn’t distract
Helix from working.

Finally
he stepped back, nodding in satisfaction. “I recommend a shower,
some food and taking it easy for the next few days because of the
internal damages but other than that sir, you should be fine.” He
chuckled while pulling out a pair of fluffy blue slippers.

It
was only then Obi-Wan took notice that his boots were not there and
gave the medic a grouchy look that only gained him smirk.

Well,
leaving him bare feet on the cold durasteel floor was one way to keep
him in bed, he’d give them that.

On
his feet in slippers, Obi-Wan accepted the robe from Cody only to be
distracted as he took notice of something white in the commander’s
hand, anticipation thick in the air when both troopers noticed him
looking at it.

A
white collar, almost a choker in nature, with an orange gem that
would rest in the hollow of his throat. A notable piece of jewelry
for sure, especially for one that does not wear any piece of jewelry
but an acceptable and explainable choice.

A
sign for anyone who could read the truth of ownership and care.

Obi-Wan
blinked at Cody then smiled softly, reaching
up to pull his hair out of the way, the long lengths still something
he had to adjust to but not uncomfortable despite how quickly the
long hair had been grown for
the mission.

Cody
let out a low breath and Obi-Wan felt him step in close, his hands
coming up around the Jedi’s throat as Helix watched closely, biting
his lip with excitement.

“Longshot
made it, took him a while and he had to ask around the ship for items
to make it with,” Cody murmured into his ear as he tightened the
clasps in the back. “How does it feel?” He asked finally as he
stepped back.

Letting
his hair drop, Obi-Wan instead reached for the choker, fingertips
resting on it as he tilted his head back and forth.

Whatever
material was used on the inside it was soft, velvety in nature with
the outside potentially a white or bleached leather. Frankly?

It
felt right, the light constriction, the steady reminder each time he
breathed that someone had a claim to him.

That
he had allowed these wonderful, warmhearted men to put their claim to
him for it wasn’t lost on Obi-Wan that the gem was the same orange
as the 212th
with white a white collar. Tilting his head to look at Cody, Obi-Wan
smiled tenderly, fingertips resting on the gem at the hollow of his
throat. “Its lovely Cody…I like it.” He murmured and let the
commander pull him in to his chest, chin tilted up as his lips was
claimed in a steady first kiss.

‘First
of many.’ Obi-Wan thought with excitement, feeling Helix hand on
his flank as the medic waited on his turn.

Is Ourcollaronyourneck a one-shot or do you accept prompt for it? Because I would like to see Obi-Wan’s point of view. Does he really understand his men’s desire ? Is he not sure of what he wants or just waiting for them to make the first move, waiting for someone to finally choose him and claim him?

Posted on av swmoddy

A
fluffy warm blanket was wrapped around him when Obi-Wan surfaced into
consciousness with his body comfortably tucked up in a bed on his
side, wrapped like a Tatooine burrito in the fluffy blanket, feeling
a warm heat behind him and resting at his throat and several seconds
ticked by before he realized the warmth was a body resting behind him
and the warmth was a hand resting at his throat.

A
warm thumb rested on the hollow of his throat, stroking gently before
pausing as the body behind him shifted slightly. “General?” Came
a quiet question.

Giving
up on his rest, Obi-Wan opened his eyes and shifted his head enough
to look up.

Helix
peered down at him in return, smiling slightly in relief. “Hey
there General, was wondering when you’d wake.” He murmured
quietly, stroking Obi-Wan’s overly long hair out of his eyes.

Letting
out an
inquiring noise, Obi-Wan frowned at the medic.

“You’ve
been out of it for two full days sir, recovering in the medbay.”
Helix informed him before
clearly reluctantly getting up and pulling over a tray of tool,
intent on giving the Jedi a checkup and doing his duties as a medic.

Though
Obi-Wan was grateful the man pulled a cup over first with a stray in
it, offering the straw to Obi-Wan to take a few slow sips, his
stomach rather sore as he sat up from being stomped on during his
mission but not outright painful.

As
Helix went through the checkups and a few injections, Cody appeared
with a robe over one arm, smiling in relief when he saw Obi-Wan
sitting up in bed in the thin medical gear as Helix slowly took stock
that Obi-Wan was indeed good enough to be let up. “Good to see you
sir.” The commander murmured, stepping in closer and running his
fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair.

Tilting
his head back and into the grasp, Obi-Wan let out a low noise that
had a fond smile crossing both troopers faces but didn’t distract
Helix from working.

Finally
he stepped back, nodding in satisfaction. “I recommend a shower,
some food and taking it easy for the next few days because of the
internal damages but other than that sir, you should be fine.” He
chuckled while pulling out a pair of fluffy blue slippers.

It
was only then Obi-Wan took notice that his boots were not there and
gave the medic a grouchy look that only gained him smirk.

Well,
leaving him bare feet on the cold durasteel floor was one way to keep
him in bed, he’d give them that.

On
his feet in slippers, Obi-Wan accepted the robe from Cody only to be
distracted as he took notice of something white in the commander’s
hand, anticipation thick in the air when both troopers noticed him
looking at it.

A
white collar, almost a choker in nature, with an orange gem that
would rest in the hollow of his throat. A notable piece of jewelry
for sure, especially for one that does not wear any piece of jewelry
but an acceptable and explainable choice.

A
sign for anyone who could read the truth of ownership and care.

Obi-Wan
blinked at Cody then smiled softly, reaching
up to pull his hair out of the way, the long lengths still something
he had to adjust to but not uncomfortable despite how quickly the
long hair had been grown for
the mission.

Cody
let out a low breath and Obi-Wan felt him step in close, his hands
coming up around the Jedi’s throat as Helix watched closely, biting
his lip with excitement.

“Longshot
made it, took him a while and he had to ask around the ship for items
to make it with,” Cody murmured into his ear as he tightened the
clasps in the back. “How does it feel?” He asked finally as he
stepped back.

Letting
his hair drop, Obi-Wan instead reached for the choker, fingertips
resting on it as he tilted his head back and forth.

Whatever
material was used on the inside it was soft, velvety in nature with
the outside potentially a white or bleached leather. Frankly?

It
felt right, the light constriction, the steady reminder each time he
breathed that someone had a claim to him.

That
he had allowed these wonderful, warmhearted men to put their claim to
him for it wasn’t lost on Obi-Wan that the gem was the same orange
as the 212th
with white a white collar. Tilting his head to look at Cody, Obi-Wan
smiled tenderly, fingertips resting on the gem at the hollow of his
throat. “Its lovely Cody…I like it.” He murmured and let the
commander pull him in to his chest, chin tilted up as his lips was
claimed in a steady first kiss.

‘First
of many.’ Obi-Wan thought with excitement, feeling Helix hand on
his flank as the medic waited on his turn.

Prompt where Obi Wan shaves for a mission and pretends to be a pleasure slave and all of a sudden every vode just realised just how hot he is and grows super possessive.

Posted on av swmoddy

Sometimes the General would look
at them, need in his eyes and desperation for touch and love before
it was shaken off his face and he’d hide with his Jedi veneer and
his beard as it made it harder to really make sure.

But Cody was rather sure that
the General wanted them.

All of them.

Longing and need.

Love.

But he wasn’t sure until the
moment his insane General had accepted the mission the other high
General’s gave him, having to go undercover as a pleasure slave to
be able to infiltrate and though they verbally did not protest, none
of the 212th
looked too happy with their General even as he directed them to get
to the closest planet where Obi-Wan could pick up the supplies he
would need.

The mission however became a
blessing in disguise.

For Obi-Wan was required to
shave his beard away, exposing his expression and suddenly making him
seem so…

Vulnerable.

Soft, his hair feathering out
around his hair, his defined jaw open to gaze with a stubborn looking
chin and adorable dimples as eyes that suddenly seemed so much larger
and more open peered at them practically shyly.

Cody could see it as each vode
caught on, watching their Jedi equally hungrily as he looked at them
with longing, each
of them becoming aware of the Jedi on a wholly another level as they
prowled closer to him every day, predatory but caring at the same
time as they would never wish to harm their Jedi, their General.

But oh do they want him and
knowing that he wants them?

That’s flattery considering
they are clones who wear the same face, that Obi-Wan sees them and
can want them when a lot of sentient of the galaxy seem to think they
are robots in flesh and not real people.

Their want for Obi-Wan
does not
get any better as the Jedi robes were shed for a gossamer pair of
balloon pants in red with a golden belt and golden
circles at the ankles,
several layers giving the illusion of actual covering though Cody was
rather sure one wrong move would expose what Cody hoped would be
underwear and soft
red slippers covered Obi-Wan’s feet.
Black eyeliner made the Jedi’s eyes pop and seem even larger with a
slight flush added to the cheeks as old scars were dusted with a
shiny golden powder on that milky pale skin.

The vode’s hands itched to
touch.

The final piece went on.

A black collar, bulky in nature
with a golden tag in the front, laid claim to that slender neck. Cody
didn’t approve of it, yes the collar looked fetching and Obi-Wan
would look wonderful in a collar but not black and not that big.
Something more jewel toned but for now the collar remained black and
bulky as it claimed the Jedi’s neck.

And someone was going to get to
see that, to maybe lay claim to Obi-Wan if
they weren’t careful.

Someone not
from the vode.

They all disapproved, their
touch covetous as they rested hands on those bare shoulders, their
gloves coming away stained with glittering powder and Obi-Wan’s
body heat as green
eyes trailed their forms in return.

“I’m coming with you,”
Cody growled, his tone leaving no room for argument even as Obi-Wan
opened his mouth only to close it sharply when the Commander closed
his hand around the Jedi’s wrist. “General, we aren’t letting
you go alone,
not like this.” Cody pointedly trailed his eyes up and down the
mans body, his eyes lingering at the groin and nipples before
focusing on the collar.

Finally he slowly slid his eyes
to Obi-Wan’s mouth, imaging it swollen and red, pouting before he
meet Obi-Wan’s gaze, the Jedi staring at him with those seemingly
huge eyes enhanced
by makeup.

“…As you wish Commander,
however you must disguise yourself to
be able to wander without suspicion…”

Cody was gratified to hear that
breathless tone in their
Jedi’s voice even
as he nodded in agreement with his eyes still focused on that bulky
collar that Obi-Wan wore,
their pretty Stewjoni flower that they would be happy to nourish if
he let them.

Prompt where Obi Wan shaves for a mission and pretends to be a pleasure slave and all of a sudden every vode just realised just how hot he is and grows super possessive.

Posted on av swmoddy

Sometimes the General would look
at them, need in his eyes and desperation for touch and love before
it was shaken off his face and he’d hide with his Jedi veneer and
his beard as it made it harder to really make sure.

But Cody was rather sure that
the General wanted them.

All of them.

Longing and need.

Love.

But he wasn’t sure until the
moment his insane General had accepted the mission the other high
General’s gave him, having to go undercover as a pleasure slave to
be able to infiltrate and though they verbally did not protest, none
of the 212th
looked too happy with their General even as he directed them to get
to the closest planet where Obi-Wan could pick up the supplies he
would need.

The mission however became a
blessing in disguise.

For Obi-Wan was required to
shave his beard away, exposing his expression and suddenly making him
seem so…

Vulnerable.

Soft, his hair feathering out
around his hair, his defined jaw open to gaze with a stubborn looking
chin and adorable dimples as eyes that suddenly seemed so much larger
and more open peered at them practically shyly.

Cody could see it as each vode
caught on, watching their Jedi equally hungrily as he looked at them
with longing, each
of them becoming aware of the Jedi on a wholly another level as they
prowled closer to him every day, predatory but caring at the same
time as they would never wish to harm their Jedi, their General.

But oh do they want him and
knowing that he wants them?

That’s flattery considering
they are clones who wear the same face, that Obi-Wan sees them and
can want them when a lot of sentient of the galaxy seem to think they
are robots in flesh and not real people.

Their want for Obi-Wan
does not
get any better as the Jedi robes were shed for a gossamer pair of
balloon pants in red with a golden belt and golden
circles at the ankles,
several layers giving the illusion of actual covering though Cody was
rather sure one wrong move would expose what Cody hoped would be
underwear and soft
red slippers covered Obi-Wan’s feet.
Black eyeliner made the Jedi’s eyes pop and seem even larger with a
slight flush added to the cheeks as old scars were dusted with a
shiny golden powder on that milky pale skin.

The vode’s hands itched to
touch.

The final piece went on.

A black collar, bulky in nature
with a golden tag in the front, laid claim to that slender neck. Cody
didn’t approve of it, yes the collar looked fetching and Obi-Wan
would look wonderful in a collar but not black and not that big.
Something more jewel toned but for now the collar remained black and
bulky as it claimed the Jedi’s neck.

And someone was going to get to
see that, to maybe lay claim to Obi-Wan if
they weren’t careful.

Someone not
from the vode.

They all disapproved, their
touch covetous as they rested hands on those bare shoulders, their
gloves coming away stained with glittering powder and Obi-Wan’s
body heat as green
eyes trailed their forms in return.

“I’m coming with you,”
Cody growled, his tone leaving no room for argument even as Obi-Wan
opened his mouth only to close it sharply when the Commander closed
his hand around the Jedi’s wrist. “General, we aren’t letting
you go alone,
not like this.” Cody pointedly trailed his eyes up and down the
mans body, his eyes lingering at the groin and nipples before
focusing on the collar.

Finally he slowly slid his eyes
to Obi-Wan’s mouth, imaging it swollen and red, pouting before he
meet Obi-Wan’s gaze, the Jedi staring at him with those seemingly
huge eyes enhanced
by makeup.

“…As you wish Commander,
however you must disguise yourself to
be able to wander without suspicion…”

Cody was gratified to hear that
breathless tone in their
Jedi’s voice even
as he nodded in agreement with his eyes still focused on that bulky
collar that Obi-Wan wore,
their pretty Stewjoni flower that they would be happy to nourish if
he let them.