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auspicioustidings · 29 days ago
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Kinktober Day 29
Moniker: N/A Risk Level: N/A Brief: N/A Safeword: Refer to first brief. The residents have agreed you need your own space. They’ve never agreed on anything before - Laswell
Well this was terrifying. The current residents were Ghost, Mace, Nikto, König, Velikan, Valeria and at least temporarily Gaz (Nova’s day had cleared her to be released you had been told). Being in a room with all of them was overwhelming, especially when most of them were currently arguing on the best colour for your new “nest”.
“My money’s on Val” Mace said, taking up residence on your right side and watching the devolving argument.
“I dunno, I reckon Ghost will take Gaz’s side” you replied, relaxing a little now that you had another person who wasn’t getting wildly heated about the number of windows in all of the rooms.
“You in the bet?” Mace asked Velikan who had been standing on your left from when you came in and hadn’t made any move to get involved in what was going on.
They always seemed to be by your side when you were alone in the Kennel, a silent protector even now in this room full of people. They just gave your head a pat and Mace laughed.
“Not wrong. Doesn’t matter who wins, they’re going to fold for her no matter what she asks for.”
“Now if only that worked with you.”
“Don’t think I’d fold for you sweet thing?”
You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Him? You couldn’t very well see Mace folding for anyone. Maybe Ghost, but you imagined rather than the affectionate giving in it would be more akin to the fucking thunderdome.
“I could sneak into your bedroom at night when nobody is watching” he said.
“But you don’t.”
“But I don’t. Not yet anyway.”
You stared at him, the argument fading into the background. What a strange way for him to admit that maybe he cared about you just a little, the fact that he only touched you when there was someone there to stop him from tearing you apart. It was probably as much an admission of fondness as you could ever expect from him, so you slipped your hand into his and squeezed, your cheeks a little sore from the dumb smile on your face as you put your attention back on the argument happening.
“Needy bitch” he said with a smug grin, but he didn’t let go of your hand.
Fuck, what a thing to find romantic.
It was strange to have the fog of the last few days lifted, almost like you had stumbled out and suddenly the sun was right there. You still felt a little all over the place, so you had been relieved when the brief seemed to suggest that wasn't a scene of sorts today. Just a hangout with the devils favourite psychopaths.
“Ay, stop hogging the little lamb Mace!” Valeria snapped, looking around for you to confirm that she was obviously correct about going for a warm colour palette.
She marched over, confident smile that made your knees week painted on, and grabbed your chin to tilt your face for her appraisal. She tutted, disappointed.
“All healed up. Shame, your skin was pretty all swollen. Maybe I am coming around to a dark colour palette, we could match that deep purple I put on your face.”
That got Nikto and Ghost’s attention, the former not even hiding how his cock was starting to swell up in his pants and the latter conspicuously rubbing at his ribcage right where you knew that healing brand was. No wonder Rudy had reacted the way he had to your body the other day, it was covered in the healing claims of nearly everyone in this room.
“I can see your nipples getting hard” Mace teased, bringing your hand that was still in his up to brush your chest.
Everybody was staring at you now and you were pretty sure this much attention from a group of government sanctioned serial killers might actually cause your heart to give out.
“There wasn’t anything in the brief” you said, cringing at how tentative and unsure you sounded.
Your eyes landed on Gaz and you gave him a look that you were pretty sure said ‘sos, gonna melt into the ground, was not warned I might be getting either murdered, maimed, gang banged or all three at the same time today’.
He came over, hands gesturing in a shoo motion. Valeria rolled her eyes and let you go to step aside. Velikan stayed where they were, but they weren’t getting in Gaz’s way. Mace, however, squeezed your tit.
“How’d it feel cuddling up knowing her poor cunt was all shredded up by my cock?”
Goddamnit. You shouldn’t have really been surprised when Mace laughed as Velikan swiftly grabbed you and moved you out of the way so Gaz could punch him. Only König (who did indeed look like he had gotten a fist to the face the other day) beat him to it, barreling past and tackling Mace to the ground where it descended into a wrestling match between the two.
Children. They were fucking children. And they were regularly given carte blanche with guns and bombs and who knows what else. Although as you thought about it, you were given the access and tools needed to absolutely destroy people’s lives from behind a computer and you weren’t much better these days.
You wound up picking out colours and textures from samples with Nikto’s teeth almost gently resting on your shoulder on one side and Ghost with his hand on your lower back on the other. When you had picked, rather than being allowed to actually help, you were more or less imprisoned in the kitchen and no matter how much you whined and raged Gaz and Velikan made you stay put and relax.
You didn’t ask. They must have noticed even if they said nothing about it. You didn’t ask why they were making you a ‘nest’, a little safe space that nobody was allowed in but you. You didn’t ask what the point of it was when tomorrow was your last day. You just… didn’t ask.
Instead you watched the two of them play cards, although it was more Gaz being absolutely massacred at cards, and drank copious amounts of tea. You spoke with him about football for a bit too, finding he was pretty passionate about it. You weren’t super into it, just mentioning you supported your home team which he had scoffed at. Apparently you were supposed to be rivals.
Velikan seemed pretty disinterested in the football chat but did perk up when you mentioned American football, not a sport you knew anything about but you had been chatting away about who called it soccer in the Kennel and how Price always lost his mind about it.
Just in time Mace popped his head in and was only to happy to opine of the superiority of American football as Gaz argued back. You were pretty happy falling into step with Velikan behind them as you were led to this alleged ‘nest’.
How it didn’t reek of paint was a mystery, because my God they had went all in. It was perfect. Moody without being morose, airy without feeling exposed, just a comfortable space you wanted to sit and read in for the next month. Birds must be onto something, because there was a huge round bed absolutely bundled with blankets and it looked amazing.
It wasn’t just a space to relax though, it was kitted out as a little apartment with a charming kitchenette and an en-suite with a claw foot bath you just knew in your gut was eye-wateringly expensive.
This hadn’t been done in a day.
“Want me to fuck you into those nice blankets princess?” Ghost asked and you turned to find him and the others in varying levels of smugness over your reaction.
“Hm. ‘They’ve agreed you need your own space’. That’s what it said right?” you asked, yeah maybe playing coy a little bit because you were fairly confident that if one of them decided they were going to do something the others would stop them.
Ghost smiled at you, looking almost… proud maybe? Like your stunning and frankly stupid lack of self preservation that was having you so comfortable in the company of monsters was a good thing.
“Rules are nobody is allowed in but you” Gaz said as the others left.
You narrowed your eyes because the looks you got as they did meant they definitely knew something you didn’t.
“You’re up to something” you said, not managing to be stern as you bounced onto the big nest of a bed and luxuriated in how you sunk into plush softness.
“Me?” he gasped, a hand clutched to his chest. “I’m wounded luv! I’ve never done a thing wrong in my life.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’m deploying tomorrow.”
You felt like your heart had sunk right through your chest and into the blankets.
“I-oh.”
“You look sad.”
“I am.”
“Oh?”
“You’re a dick. I just didn’t realise this was the last time I’d see you. Is anyone else going with you?”
“Soap’s with me, think we might be taking Velikan as backup.”
You wanted to pull him into this nest and spend the night committing his body to memory, committing his face and his laugh and his sense of humour to memory. He put one knee on the bed and leaned over to give you a kiss that was so full of affection that it made you want to cry.
“I’ll be fine luv. Remember, nobody is allowed in your nest. Be good.”
You grabbed him and pulled him into a hug before he could leave, squeezing the life out of him which he returned. And then he was gone and you were sat not knowing how you felt in this beautiful room that had been put together just for you.
But you couldn’t fucking stay. The man that had just kissed you is the same one who had nearly torn your ass apart. The man going with him was the same one who had put a hand to your mouth and would have given you no option to protest as he had his way with you. Torture, murder, taboo, dehumanisation, violence - they were all things you had been fucked to the tune of this month. If you stayed, what did you become?
It didn’t stop you from letting Soap sneak into your off limits nest in the middle of the night, Ghost like a shadow slipping in behind him and seemingly melting into the wall. It didn’t stop you from letting him make love to you like he would a lover before leaving for the war.
You couldn’t stay.
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renlyslittlerose · 1 month ago
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Kinktober Day 22 - Seduction
For @bunnywan~ 🐰
Keep Me Guessing - 4,367 Rating: M Content: Getting Together / Love Confessions / Attempted Seduction / Sexual Tension / Secret Crush / Humor / Fluff / Implied Sexual Content / First Kiss / Anakin Skywalker is Oblivious / Obi-Wan Kenobi is Repressed / somehow they work it out
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Anakin was a smart man. If Obi-Wan were feeling particularly gracious he might even call him wise beyond his years. There was no one Obi-Wan would want by his side in the heat of battle more than Anakin, his natural instincts and abilities making him a capable fighter and an intelligent general. Even having him near during diplomatic missions had its charms, Anakin’s natural honesty giving him insights that Obi-Wan might have otherwise missed.
But Anakin was also completely and utterly oblivious at times. Baffling so.
It was as if he only knew how to communicate with direct bluntness, conversations having to have a certain candour for Anakin to catch on. Subtly was lost on him most of the time, and Obi-Wan had to literally spell things out to him more often than not. It was charming really, especially when Obi-Wan was subject to the daily politicking of Coruscant where senators attempted to hide their true intentions, while fellow Jedi were forced to keep things close to their chests lest they breach protocol. Speaking to Anakin directly and with as much frankness as Obi-Wan could muster was usually a relief.
But as charming as Anakin’s disregard to most social cues was, it was also frustrating.
Especially when it came to Obi-Wan having to actually express his emotions, rather than chew on them till his jaw ached and his insides twisted and curled.
Obi-Wan had developed inescapable, desperate, delirious, perilous feelings for Anakin. The kind that involved holding his hand and kissing his lips and holding him deep within until they both ceased to exist as individuals. He knew it was untoward to desire his former Padawan the way that he did, yet he couldn’t stop the raw need that both exhilarated and frightened him. When he thought of Anakin in all his complex multitudes, sensations would form and multiple deep within Obi-Wan, his connection to the Force spiking and skittering like shocks of lightning, the scent of Anakin mixing with the dense taste of ozone in the air as a storm brewed in the distance.
At first Obi-Wan tried to repress his desires, stamping them down until they only ached when he saw Anakin smile at another person, or touch another person, or let his gaze linger on another. But the repression only worked for a few weeks before it blossomed into a weed that couldn’t be stomped on, couldn’t be cut, couldn’t be ripped out at the root and lit on fire.
He couldn’t pull away from Anakin as he should have. More to the point, Obi-Wan didn’t want to.
But he couldn’t outright tell Anakin how he felt. While Obi-Wan knew he was pitiful, he didn’t want others to know just how desperate he was - especially Anakin. Begging Anakin to let him lick the salt from his thighs and suck on the tip of his cock was a humiliation that Obi-Wan wasn’t quite ready to suffer through, even if the thought of doing just that made his cock twitch and his hands clench until his nails cut into his palms.
And thus Obi-Wan was confronted with a problem: how to subtly seduce a man who probably didn’t even know the definition of the word subtle.
XXX
“Anakin, come here for a moment, will you?”
Anakin dropped his datapad and glanced over at Obi-Wan. “What is it?”
Wiggling a bottle of newly bought cologne, Obi-Wan opened it up and placed a few drops of it on the tips of his fingers. Dabbing it along the corner of his jaw and just behind his ear, Obi-Wan tilted his head to the side and motioned Anakin closer. “I want you to smell this cologne for me.”
With nary a suspicious look or a curious question Anakin stepped forward and ducked his head, nose softly brushing Obi-Wan’s jaw as he breathed in deep. Holding back a groan, Obi-Wan bit his tongue. Anakin pulled away far too quickly, his cheeks pink and his grin large.
“Smells nice,” he said.
“Just nice?”
Not invigorating, seductive, heady, and sweet? Not overpowering to the point where you want me to throw you down on the floor and ravage you right here and now?
Anakin shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Well, thank you for your input,” Obi-Wan said. Capping the bottle he placed it back on the counter.
He’d spent good credits on it only to come out smelling ‘nice’.
“Trying to seduce someone?” Anakin asked with complete sincerity.
Sighing, Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Something like that.”
XXX
Eying the ice lolly stand, Obi-Wan stroked his beard. Above him the sun bore down on him, heating the back of his neck. Next to him Anakin basked under the heated rays, his head tilted back as he glittered beneath the sun.
“You’re enjoying this weather far too much,” Obi-Wan grumbled.
Anakin smiled and dropped his head, a curl sliding across his brow. When their eyes locked Obi-Wan thought he was going to swallow his tongue. “Not my fault you run hot.”
Obi-Wan was certain Anakin had no clue the sort of signals he was giving out, but regardless of the intent his words made Obi-Wan look away all the same, heat not from the sun spreading out across his cheeks. He looked back at the ice lolly stand and swallowed.
“I’m going to get a treat,” he said as he slipped off the barrier they were sat upon. The clones were still conducting their canvassing of the neighbourhood in search of the local warlord, and Obi-Wan was getting impatient under the sun. He deserved a treat. “Would you like one?”
Anakin shook his head and settled further on the wall, his head once again tilting back to catch the sun on his high cheekbones. With one last longing glance Obi-Wan turned and approached the stand. The owner sent Obi-Wan a bright grin as he approached, her lips pulling back to reveal a set of silver teeth that flashed in the sunlight. Ushering him over, she opened the top of her cooler to show off the vast array of treats.
The lollies were brightly coloured and made from a variety of pureed fruits, bright greens and reds mixing with blues and purples. Some were square in shape while others were long and narrow, some smooth while others ridged. Obi-Wan’s attention lingered on the long, rainbow coloured lolly in the middle.
“This one please,” Obi-Wan said, pointing to it.
The woman nodded and reached inside, plucking it from the rest of its ilk. She wrapped the stick in a small napkin before passing it to Obi-Wan, her free hand held out for the credits. He passed it over before taking the lolly with a grateful thanks.
Obi-Wan was only half-way back to Anakin before it started to melt. Jumping back on to the barrier Obi-Wan began licking the ice lolly. The taste of sugary fruits flooded his tongue, the coldness of the ice sliding along his lips and across the roof of his mouth. He moaned softly and took more of the lolly into his mouth. Sliding it in and out, Obi-Wan sucked on the sweet treat, gaze locked on the narrow street in front of him.
A small trickle of fruit juice slid onto his knuckles, and he slipped the lolly from his lips with a quick ‘pop’ before licking his knuckles, trying to collect the juices before they fell to stain his robes.
“Taste good?”
Obi-Wan tried to hide his smile and turned to look at Anakin. He lost his smirk when he saw the earnestness in Anakin’s gaze. He was staring at Obi-Wan like what he was doing was completely normal and not at all overtly sexual, like he was sucking back on the most delicious cock he’d ever had the pleasure of enjoying.
“It’s nice,” Obi-Wan said, and stuck his tongue out to rub the tip along the side, maintaining eye-contact with Anakin the entire time. “Would you like to try it?”
“Nah, I’m fine,” Anakin said. He turned back to the street, hands pressed between his knees. “They used to sell those kinda things back on Tatooine, but I always found them a bit too sweet. I’ve always preferred salty treats.”
I’m sure you do…
“I like both,” Obi-Wan said, and he licked the lolly again, keeping it in his mouth this time and letting it melt across his tongue. He tried to catch Anakin’s attention, but he’d lost him to his memories.
With a sigh, he finished the lolly and pocketed the stick.
XXX
Staring down at the drain in the fresher, Obi-Wan watched the soap and water swirl around before disappearing down into the abyss below. The water was scalding across his shoulders and along the back of his neck, the stinging bite soothing the ache in his muscles from hours worth of katas and sparring. Anakin had managed to get him into one-too-many headlocks, and his neck was already complaining about the abuse.
Speaking of…
Next to him Anakin washed beneath his own spray, a pluck to his mannerisms that spoke more to Obi-Wan’s age than his. He grinned whenever they locked eyes, head tilted away from the water as he lathered soap along his chest and further still. Obi-Wan caught his eyes wandering now and again, falling on various parts of Obi-Wan’s anatomy before quickly snapping to something else, his focus and attention seemingly both deliberate and inattentive to the point where Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if Anakin was checking him out, or just happened to let his gaze linger on Obi-Wan’s soft cock as his mind drifted off somewhere else.
Obi-Wan was used to Anakin looking. In fact, he’d spent the last ten years under what felt like Anakin’s unyielding gaze, dissected and pulled apart until he could hide very little from Anakin.
Save for his apparent attraction to him.
He supposed, however, he could try and drag Anakin’s attention to him; pull on the strands that kept Anakin in his orbit and draw him closer still. Maybe then he’d know if Anakin really was sneaking peeks of his body, or just happened to have no communal fresher manners as Obi-Wan had always suspected.
Grabbing his bar of soap, he squeezed down on it and let it slip from his grasp.
“Oh no,” Obi-Wan said over the rush of water, trying to sound both alarmed but also casual despite the roar of the water.
Anakin turned his head and glanced down, his eyebrows raised slightly as the bar rested on the tiles. But before Obi-Wan could turn around and very slowly, very carefully lean over and pluck it up from the ground, Anakin was kneeling down and scooping the soap up, a grin on his face as he caught it on the first try.
When he stood he was closer to Obi-Wan, skin covered in little water droplets that caressed the sides of his neck and down his chest. Little bumps spread out along his flesh, the cool air between the fresher stalls enough to make Anakin shiver from the cold, but his body still emanated an incredible warmth that felt different than the heat of the water that rushed across Obi-Wan.
Their eyes remained locked as Obi-Wan took the soap, his hand covering Anakin’s for a moment before Anakin dropped his. A moment passed - a flash in their bond that gripped Obi-Wan’s heart and squeezed - before Anakin broke their gaze and returned to his fresher.
Sucking back a breath, Obi-Wan turned back to the spray and shoved his head underneath the water, hands grabbing blindly at the valve to turn it all the way to ‘cold’.
XXX
Obi-Wan stared at himself in the mirror of his bedroom.
He’d gone out and done something terribly uncharacteristic and treated himself to a nice pair of underwear.
Normally he’d buy the packets that were sold at one of the stores next to the Temple, the fabric of decent quality and the style practical. He’d never bothered with anything else, finding that the few times he did have sex his underwear was quickly discarded and forgotten, only to be remembered when he went looking for them. The men and women he’d courted didn’t seem to mind that he wore what could only be described as ‘underwear’ and nothing more.
But what he currently had on was anything but underwear.
It was a jockstrap.
A very revealing jockstrap.
Rather than his customary white he’d opted for black this time, the fabric soft and smooth as it cupped his balls and caressed his cock. It sat tight around his groin, while the wide banding cinched his waist and fit snug against the swell of his ass, almost raising his cheeks like some sort of push-up brassiere. A trail of his pubic hair went from his naval down to the banding, dragging one’s attention to the fabric that did little to hide just how thick Obi-Wan’s cock actually was.
He felt out of sorts in it - as if he were looking at the body of another, someone more dashing and confident, who claimed what he wanted and said what he desired. Not a Jedi Master with an inescapable and embarrassing love for his oblivious Padawan, who only wore underwear that came in packages of twelve and cost only a few credits.
But he was getting desperate.
Eying the time, Obi-Wan noted that Anakin would be returning to their shared apartment in less than five minutes. Ten, if Anakin was late like he usually was.
Heading into the living quarters, Obi-Wan sat down on the couch and tried to position himself in a manner that would both show off his jockstrap, but also give Anakin the impression that he was just casually lounging on the couch as he always did. Grabbing his datapad, he flicked it on and stared at the screen blankly, attention skirting up to the door every now and again.
He could feel Anakin’s presence nearing, an excited little tremble in their bond that grew more intense the closer he got. It only fed into Obi-Wan’s own anxieties, and he found he was holding his breath by the time Anakin slipped through the door and entered the space.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan rushed out in feign surprise.
Anakin didn’t even blink before he was rushing toward Obi-Wan, his own datapad in hand as he collapsed on the couch next to Obi-Wan and presented it to him.
“Take a look,” he said as he wiggled the datapad around in the air.
Obi-Wan swallowed down his disbelief and took the datapad from Anakin, stilling his movements. Anakin was hot next to him and smelled like sweat and motor oil, slick and dense in the back of his throat. He shifted slightly, pushing his hips out as he pretended to get comfortable. Anakin’s gaze didn’t leave Obi-Wan’s face, however.
Looking at the screen he saw a collection of numbers spread out on a grid along with a graph that spikes and then rolled. He tilted it to the side, hoping that it would make sense. It didn’t help.
“What am I looking at?” Obi-Wan asked slowly.
“It’s the sensor readings from that speeder I bought from that junkyard back on Korad.”
Obi-Wan vaguely remembered it. “If I recall correctly, you didn’t buy it so much as do a series of favours for the shop owner, including but not limited to using the Force to bring down all the crates they couldn’t reach.”
“I was doing a service to the community,” Anakin mumbled. “But that’s not the point. The point is, I got the electronics to talk back to me. It’s alive, Obi-Wan. The speeder is alive!”
“It’s not alive,” Obi-Wan said with a sigh. “Speeders aren’t living creatures. It simply works.”
Anakin glared. Obi-Wan glared back. Perhaps he was being uncharitable, but Anakin hadn’t even given his new underwear a second glance. The banding around his ass was starting to chaff.
Grabbing the datapad back, Anakin sank lower in the couch next to Obi-Wan, his bottom lip jutted out in a delicious pout as he scrolled through his findings. “Just because you can’t manage to turn a speeder on let alone fix one, doesn’t mean you have to be an asshole.”
Obi-Wan sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Swallowing back his retort about how he may be technologically illiterate, but at least he wasn’t oblivious as to the finer points of seduction, Obi-Wan fiddled with the banding of his underwear.
“I’m sorry,” he said after a time. When he turned to look at Anakin, he found Anakin staring at his thumb as he dragged it along the top of the banding.
His cheeks were pink, and Obi-Wan watched with fascination as Anakin licked his bottom lip and let out a soft sigh. Excitement rose up in him then, and Obi-Wan shifted slightly to rest the heel of his foot on the edge of the couch, angling his hips just so.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan mumbled.
Anakin’s attention snapped back up. The pink to his cheeks turned into a darker shade, and there was a flicker of something in his eyes - embarrassment or arousal, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure. Shifting again, he tilted his head to the side.
Finally.
“Anakin,” he repeated.
Like a spooked fathier Anakin suddenly snapped back, his breath catching in the back of his throat. Ducking his head he stood abruptly, striding away from Obi-Wan’s desperate grasp as he fiddled with his datapad.
“Sorry,” Anakin said quickly. His attention was still fixed to the floor, his shoulders hunched and knuckles white as he held on to his datapad. “I just realized you were— I mean. I should have knocked before I came in.”
“It’s alright, Anakin, truly. This is both our home and—”
Anakin stumbled toward the door, a nervous laugh on the tip of his tongue that shame soon swallowed. “No, really. I should have knocked.”
Obi-Wan stood but Anakin was already halfway out the door. “Anakin, you don’t have to go. I can put some clothes back on and—”
“No, it’s okay.” Finally Anakin looked at Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan knew for certain that all Anakin felt in that moment was embarrassment. “I have to go input this data before I accidentally overwrite it,” he continued, a sheepish smile spreading across his lips.
Obi-Wan smiled tightly back. “You’ve a tendency to do that.”
Anakin rolled his eyes, and the rush of air he let out filled Obi-Wan with his own relief. “Yeah yeah, I know.”
Another moment passed, Anakin’s presence in their bond evening out where it didn’t scald Obi-Wan to hold on too tightly.
“You should go back-up your data, and then maybe you’d like to join me for dinner in the dining hall?” Obi-Wan asked, hating how meek he sounded.
Anakin nodded and smiled. “Sure.”
He slipped away then, the door closing with a resounding ‘swish’. Collapsing back on the couch, Obi-Wan let out a shaky breath and stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the guilt and disappointment that coiled in his guts in equal measure.
He hoped he could return the jockstrap.
XXX
Obi-Wan stopped his poor attempts at seduction after that.
He hadn’t meant to make Anakin uncomfortable in any way. As much as he he wanted to feel the velvet softness of Anakin’s lips, taste the spit along his teeth, and swallow the soft sounds he knew that Anakin would make, he’d rather it remain an unending desire that never saw resolution than place Anakin into another uncomfortable position.
And so he repressed, as he was wont to do. He swallowed down his feelings for Anakin, tossed out the rest of his poorly thought out ideas of on how to seduce him, and shoved the offending jockstrap in the very back of his underwear drawer, hoping that when he inevitably discovered them again he’d have forgotten the whole ordeal that brought him to them in in the first place.
For the first week, things were tense. Anakin blushed any time he saw Obi-Wan, his gaze dropping, his slouch becoming even more noticeable as if to make himself as small as he possibly could. Gone was his newfound confidence and bravado when he was around Obi-Wan, instead replaced with the quiet awkwardness of his teenage years that had strained the pair of them.
But after the second week had come and gone Anakin seemed to relax again, his breath no longer held tight in his chest as they sat next to one another, the tenor in his voice no longer clipped and tense, his smile coming more easily. Soon, Obi-Wan was once again able to admire the blue hues in his eyes, the beauty marks along his jaw and across his cheeks, and relish in every eye-roll and quirked brow sent his way.
So what if Obi-Wan couldn’t bite the swell of Anakin’s ass, grip his cock between his thighs, and make the boy beg in all the ways he knew he could. So what if Obi-Wan couldn’t feel Anakin’s weight above him, the stretch of his length inside, the press of his lips against the back of his neck. So what if he couldn’t indulge in the taste of Anakin’s come, deep and satisfying, thick on the back of his tongue and down the trenches of his throat.
He’d take quiet companionship over the ecstasy of any of those fantasies. Anakin was dear to him in many ways - all ways - and he wanted Anakin to know that his devotion didn’t have to come at a cost.
Finally, by the fourth week, they were back to normal.
Well, normal for them.
“Can’t sleep?” Obi-Wan mumbled as a familiar weight settled on the edge of his bed.
Anakin’s sigh broke through the dark space, followed by the rustle of fabric as Obi-Wan’s blankets were pulled back. Anakin settled next to him, his body warm behind Obi-Wan as he let out another profoundly pitiful sigh. With a sigh of his own Obi-Wan rolled over and looked at Anakin through the gloom. He was staring up at the ceiling, his profile highlighted by the light from outside, cold blue and white washing out the bronze tones of his skin. His brows were furrowed, a deep look of concentration on his handsome features.
Prodding their bond, Obi-Wan was let inside. Anakin was nervous. Frustrated, too.
“Are you alright?” Obi-Wan asked.
Anakin didn’t answer but instead rolled on to his side and surged in close. Immediately Obi-Wan swept Anakin up in a hug, giving him space to curl in close against his chest. Anakin nuzzled his neck, pressing into his pulse point as he gripped Obi-Wan tightly, holding on to him like he did when he was still small enough to fit in Obi-Wan’s embrace. Petting his curls, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and bled comfort and tranquillity through their bond, trying to sooth Anakin and coax away the intrusive thoughts that clouded his mind.
Time passed, the night sky grew darker still, and Obi-Wan drifted toward sleep before Anakin moved again. Raising his head, Obi-Wan felt Anakin’s breath along his face and opened his eyes to see Anakin peering down at him. Their bond shuddered then, a soft flutter that felt an awful lot like love, before Anakin pressed his lips against Obi-Wan’s.
For a moment he didn’t know what to do. Excitement surged with confusion as Anakin continued to push against Obi-Wan, his mouth unmoving, the pressure uneven, his breath stilted and tense. Anakin was kissing him - he was kissing him.
Badly, of course, but that didn’t matter.
It was hard to believe, really. But Obi-Wan believed in a lot of things that were unbelievable.
Cupping Anakin’s jaw Obi-Wan parted his lips and moved them gently against Anakin’s. Immediately Anakin relaxed, a soft moan slipping past his lips as Obi-Wan deepened their embrace. He tasted of toothpaste and his lips were slightly chapped, his tongue uncoordinated and teeth sharp. The entire kiss was so mundane and yet so precious.
Obi-Wan knew then that the embarrassment and the humiliation Anakin had shown when he’d caught Obi-Wan in his ill-fated jockstrap wasn’t because of any shame he felt for seeing Obi-Wan; it was how it made him feel. Raw, hungry, desperate for the same things Obi-Wan craved from Anakin but knew that it wasn’t right - it wasn’t proper. Padawan and Master shouldn’t desire each other in the ways that they did.
And yet Anakin needed Obi-Wan in all the ways Obi-Wan needed him - filthy and profane, perverse and beautiful.
When they pulled away Anakin was breathing quickly, hot stutters of breath splashed across Obi-Wan’s spit slick lips, the sensation of it brilliant. Obi-Wan swallowed down his own excitement and stroked Anakin’s cheek with his thumb, palm pressed against his jaw, fingers curled to keep him locked in close lest he decide to bolt.
But then Anakin smiled, soft and sweet in the dark of the room, and all of Obi-Wan’s fears were swept away.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for you to do that,” Obi-Wan whispered.
“You could have just told me.”
“Tell you my feelings? I’d rather go through a robust and elaborate plan of action than admit to you that I’m rather fond of you. Quite a lot, actually.”
“Will you tell me now?”
Obi-Wan tilted his head to the side and tightened his grip on Anakin’s jaw. “How about I just show you?”
Anakin laughed, sweet and soft, and caught Obi-Wan in another kiss.
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timelessbian · 27 days ago
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cannot believe i have to just go about my life like a normal person after this i fear i need 3-5 business days to process my thoughts and recover!!
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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 7 months ago
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i’m almost done with my sub abby fic guys i promise. school has been kicking my ass the past few weeks lol but here’s a little preview to prove i have been working on it
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xcherryerim · 8 months ago
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I normally write love corners and not love triangles for threesome stories (which is literally one but yk)
but for the Derek x Reader x Mickey that shit is gonna be gay (still mainly focus on the reader but you know.)
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also that story might come up first than the love corner of Mike x Reader x Futturman. sorry (im not sure if I like the plot of that one yet)
I would love to write more love triangles if it’s like a jhutch character with another character of the show/movie ofc not with a jhutch and jhutch character.
im not doing onceler x onceler type shit and i’m tired of ppl making it seem like i am
anyways ask me for Wolf x reader x futturman , Venessa x reader x mike or William x reader x Mike or with other characters yk… (im begging)
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kj-yikes · 1 month ago
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Y’all I have half of a very smutty fic for today’s sctober prompt but I just do not have the energy to finish it today. But I did get to go to the library of congress and on the ceiling they have a painting specifically celebrating erotica as a literary form and I just think that’s beautiful
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thotsofintrusion · 1 year ago
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i know the beomgyu fic is taking too long to come out, but i am working on it i promise. here’s a little sneak peek to hold you over
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ilkkawhat · 4 months ago
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OH MY GOFFDHSS literally you writing niko smut would change my life i think
i swear!!! it's gonna happen!!! as soon as i can write again lmao
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darsynia · 2 years ago
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Sneak Peek: Shipping and Handling Ch 1
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SERIES MASTERLIST | HAND(S) OFF MASTER | STORY LINK
Story Summary: Whether it's fair or not, you and Steve are chemically linked. The circumstances may have been unusual, but they aren't impossible to replicate, meaning there could be other couples going through the same thing. Dr. Bruce Banner has asked the two of you to submit to a series of tests over a period of weeks, tests that are meant to keep the side-effects you're experiencing at a minimum, but which also mean you'll be seeing more of each other.
As the days pass, two things become clear: proximity doesn't lift the ardor as much as Banner expected... and though you try to keep it to themselves, both you and Steve feel just as emotionally drawn to each other as you are physically. Are those feelings also prompted by Mistress? Is there any way to figure it out ethically? Will the new way you're both seeing Bucky make things worse... or better?
Length/Warnings: snippet is 530 / this is a horny (but not sexual) snippet, minors DNI
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The guy at the security counter calls the apartment with a dubious expression that makes you worried about just how much like a vagabond you look, but eventually nods and directs you to an elevator.
“He’ll meet you in the hallway,” the man says, leaning into the elevator car once you’ve boarded to call out a code phrase you don’t recognize. He gives you one last once-over and adds, “It changes every week.”
When the door closes, your imperfect reflection in the silver coating has you scrambling to adjust the moist cling of your blouse on your breasts. Unkempt twists of hair are glued to your cheeks and forehead with perspiration, and you’d completely forgot that for an easy ego boost, you always apply performance-quality red lipstick for final rehearsal.
In short, the security guy had a point.
The doors open before you get a chance for a last once-over after your adjustments. The best you can do is a weird crossed-arms stance with your hands spread wide to obscure just how lovingly your damp red top is cupping your assets.
Thankfully, the man standing in the hallway is Bucky Barnes.
You rush out, dropping your hands to gesture at yourself with one as you laugh into the other. “Do you see this?” you ask, eyes wide. “I guess I’m lucky the guard downstairs didn’t call the cops instead of the apartment!”
Bucky trails his piercing blue eyes along your outfit, his expression impassive. For the first time ever in his presence, you feel a little objectified, but you shake that off. After all, you told him to look-- and given the growing appreciation in his gaze, he’s at least giving you a bit of a self-esteem boost. When Bucky’s finished, having followed through by taking in your pencil skirt and crimson sandals with his head tipped to the side, he finally looks you in the eyes.
“Nice toenail polish,” he smirks.
“I don’t know why I put up with you,” you gripe under your breath. “Please tell me you have a shirt I can borrow? They still have the heat on at the venue, Babs is tearing out her hair. If the forecast is right about how hot it’ll be tomorrow night, we’ll have to hand out free cups of ice to keep an audience.”
“Yeah, but we got a gauntlet to run before that,” he tells you. The apartment door’s open, and he stands to the side, gesturing for you to precede him.
“If it’s related to another set of metal doors and a scary British man telling me to hide, I’ll just walk home, spring heatwave or not.”
“She’s here?” Steve says from inside. He comes out right as you walk over, and both of you stop within inches of each other. “You’re late,” he says-- but the tone of his voice is the exact same stressed, desperate, needy one you’ve tried not to fondly remember. The words, ‘Oh, Steve, if you’re going for ‘stern,’ be careful! hover up as a possible response, but you can’t imagine saying them in anything other than your flirty lounge singer persona, and that would cross too many lines, especially today.
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cursedhaglette · 8 months ago
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i got too high to finish this one shot tonight i'm so sorry i feel so unsexy right now like really deep in my bones, but here, have a wee taste of what i plan to feed everyone tomorrow
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foulbearobservation · 2 years ago
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drop the avalil smut, coward
ok bet
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mars-ipan · 1 year ago
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guys i am having such an internal dilemma
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lightwing-s · 2 years ago
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it’s official: jason todd x villain!reader is finally coming out tomorrow.
i’m happy with where i got to, but there’s still the possibility of writing more. my original idea was to write more than what i have, but i came to a point where i think the story will be fine if i just stop at where it is.
i also considered adding smut to it, but i’m not sure. perhaps i’ll open a poll to know what you guys think, but it’d also be my first smut, so while i’m confident i could write it, i don’t know how good id be.
so yeah, i’m not posting now because i spent the last four hours writing it and it’s 1am and i woke up pretty early today (yesterday?) and i want to check if everything is okay with the last part that i wrote when feeling sleepy lol.
so have a good night or a good morning and see you tomorrow
ps.: anyone excited for the return of f1 tomorrow?
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andthebubbles · 10 months ago
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ho hum. i'm insane!!!
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takeariskao3 · 2 years ago
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the chapter is done right hannah?
ok i’m gonna be totally honest. i added another scene and it’s good! it should be there! it helps the pacing a lot and slows everything down a bit but…. it’s still reading like a draft and the only way i can get it from draft to final draft is time away from it so i can reread with fresh eyes.
the chapter is not ready but it’s close! sooo sunday funday?
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bluewatersfairy · 4 months ago
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I looooove your Jayson Tatum writing. I need more plssss
not to be like stay tuned but also... coming soon 👀
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