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nsfw w. big bois
holding his huge hand with two of yours while he’s going down on you. your digits wrapped around his tightly. you feel the weight of his veiny forearm on your pelvic area when he positions his tongue deeper into your cunt. he can lift your lower body with just a shift of his shoulders and move you around as he pleases. his large calloused hands gripping your ankles when he needs you to stop squirming. his cock is so thick he has to prep your pussy to receive it. mind you- two of his fingers are enough to stretch you out and loosen that already swollen and dripping pussy of yours. he tries his hardest to get his tip past that tiny ring of muscle. his back muscles clenching every time he thrusts in, broad figure covering your entire being when he’s on top. using his weight to pin you down when he wants to go deeper. you’re squeezing his member so well he might not last long.
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i can’t get this scenario out of my head..
i want to be captain obi’s dumb lil chubby breeding wifey, i want him to come home all sweaty n tired but still ready to go.
I wanna feed him good food, wash his giant back..
and get put in an hours-long mating press before bed, and repeat this same cycle day after day after day and- yeah u get it :(
the reason why captain obi got a place nearby the station after being married to you. sure the station is his beck and call but he got his chubby wife to come home to and take care.
after dealing with his company members shenanigans obi comes home to you. all sweaty and hasn't changed of his clothing. skipping shower when he got a wife to join him and he takes advantage of it. of him being sweaty and stinky. smelling of soot and sweat but who cares you love him that way.
“s-so good — fuck me more!” is what you babble to him. your body folded in a way that you didn't think it can. thighs almost touching your breasts while your dear husband pounds your fat pussy with his thick cock. stretching and filling you to the brim.
obi smiles at your request which he happily obliged. he had been waiting to he home and fuck you stupid with his cock. his cute wife that waits for him all day. devoting yourself as a good wife for a man like him. “want me to breed you?” his hips snaps harshly, almost bruising your cervix. a loud moan ripping out from you. “yes, yes, yes.” you beg to him. chanting the word like it was the only thing that exists in your vocabulary.
after that, stuffing you full of his cum that it leaks on your hole. dripping down your ass and thighs. he picks you up effortlessly and hops in the bath with you. making sure his dear wife is clean, so both of you can share the hearty meal you prepared for him. it can't match with the brigade's food and he's lucky he have you in his life.
then it's time to rest but it won't be rest for obi if he can't get a taste of his sweet wife's pussy. he need to have his fill and breed you again and he can sleep with you. pulling you closer and then he'll wake up go to the brigade and come home to you and repeat.
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STAR WARS JUKEBOX ROULETTE
Hello Lovelies,
Here is the first fic request... somewhat request. Anyway, @firstofficerwiggles thanks for the submission.
Love oo.
HOW LONG WILL I LOVE YOU?
Warnings: Unrequited love, incarceration, disguise, surrounding Season 2 Episode 14 of TCW. I think that's it if I miss anything please let me know.
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Your heart called out to him.
You begged and pleaded within your own mind for him to just turn to look at you.
You wished those cerulean eyes would turn and look at you the way he looked at her right now.
But you weren’t Satine, you’ve never seen the smile he flashes at her directed towards you.
You wish you could will your feelings away. You wished you didn’t love him as much as you do, but he was Obi-wan. He was your Obi. He’d always been your Obi. Ever since you both were younglings training together until Qui-gon Jinn took him as an apprentice, and then everything changed.
You didn’t see him again for years, even though you thought about him every day.
You thought your friendship meant more, but now years later, a war later, a lifetime of experiences later, and you were still the one he trusted more than anyone else. It was the only reason you stood with him in disguise as you both tried to help Satine.
“The Republic guards are hunting you…” Obi-wan’s voice broke through your thoughts as you looked between the two of them. You need to focus on the here and now and not on the pain your heart is feeling currently.
“… take the disk to Padme.”
You listened as Satine decided to surrender herself so Obi-wan would be able to deliver the disk, you saw the worry on Obi-wan’s face, and you knew regardless of what happened, you would love him. You would love him until the stars were no longer above you. You would love him until the sea no longer washed up on the sand. You would love him, even if he never loved you. So you knew the minute you saw the worry on his face, you would do all you could to alleviate it.
“I’ll go with her Obi-wan” you spoke up, still keeping vigilant of your surroundings.
“What?” He turned to look at you.
“I’ll go with her, say I captured her and stay with her until her name’s been cleared. It’ll ease your worry and it will make sure she’s treated correctly.”
He didn’t say anything, he simply nodded his thanks as he looked into your eyes, and for a brief second you thought … didn’t matter what you thought. It would never be what you wanted it to be.
A short time later, Satine was in custody, you were keeping watch over here, and Obi-wan had delivered the disk to Padme. As soon as the truth came out, Satine was released. Everything seemed to work out all too easily.
As you and Obi-wan lingered in the Chancellor’s office with Satine, you started to understand why Obi-wan loved her. Her unshakable faith in her people, her determination, her ability to rile him up, and her ability to be gentle. It made sense. Even as she brought up a lot of the answered questions that lingered in the air, her mindfulness and her ability to get to the heart of the matter was rather impressive.
You stood beside Obi-wan the entire time, even as he escorted Satine back to her ship and watched her board. His eyes never faltered.
“So that’s Satine,” you stated now that it was just the two of you on the docking platform. After all the stories you heard from Obi-wan about her, you understood why she’d been his first love.
“That’s Satine.”
“Impressive woman.”
“Yes, she is.” Obi-wan stated, turning to look at you, “She was a path I did not follow.”
You turned to look him in the eyes, now that her transport was just another spec amongst the million of other specs travelling around Coruscant, “Do you regret it?”
“Hmmm,” he gently stroked his beard as he thought about it, “Does one ever regret breathing?”
“No.”
“Then why should I regret a decision I believed was right at the time. Life is never as easy as it seems, sometimes the path that is set before you, is not because you wish for it, but rather because it’s what’s available and the right thing to do.”
You couldn’t help smirk as you looked at him, all that came to your mind at that moment was one question that continued to plague you, ‘How long will I love you?’
“You talk pretty smoothly for a Jedi.” You teased, “So what all those words basically meant, was that had you a chance you would change your mind and stay with her.”
Obi-wan shook his head as he let out a chuckle, “No, my dear.” He moved closer to you, “What I’m saying is, I wish another path had been presented to me, a long time ago.” His eyes never left yours, as he wished you could understand what he meant, what he hoped you could read in his heart as he looked at you.
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You’re On Your Own, Kid
This is the first Obi-Wan fic I have posted, let alone let someone other than two close friends read. It took me three months of no time, energy, or inspiration to finish this, but it’s finally done, and I am actually really proud of it. I am thinking about expanding this, depending on the time I have and the inspiration as it comes. Let me know if you like this and want to see more!
Sith! Obi-Wan x former padawan reader
Warnings: I suck at warnings. Uhhh, dark side, mentions of death, maybe manipulation, kissing but only a little, canon violence (dude gets an arm cut off), lightsabers, Sith! Obi. I think that is it. The reader was his padawan but they didn’t start training together until she was already an adult. The reader wears a dress but I don’t think I used pronouns? Lmk if I missed anything else.
Summary: When your master suddenly falls into the darkness, you are left alone to be subject to the watchful, judging, mistrusting eyes of the Jedi Council. It’s one thing to lose a master, you’ve lost one before Obi. It’s something else to lose the man you love. Especially when you can still hear his whispers.
Inspired by Taylor Swift’s You’re On Your Own, Kid! Recommend listening while reading this
Three months, two weeks, and six days.
That's how long it's been since you last saw Obi Wan. He'd go on missions that could be that long, or longer, but this time stretch was harder because you know he isn't coming back. Obi Wan is gone. He left the order. He abandoned you.
At least, that's what you keep telling yourself.
You try to stay upset and hurt about it but it's becoming more difficult by the day. Watching your master walk away from the only home and family he ever knew was a major shock to everyone. He always preached about how the Jedi Order was good, right, and peaceful, yet suddenly, he was gone after causing quite the stir in a council meeting.
He had come back to your shared apartment and marched right over to you, grabbed you by your elbow and drew you into his chest. He was always more physically affectionate with you but this was something different. Something unsettling. He had wrapped you in a tight hug, breathing in the scent of you before dropping his head and whispering one thing in your ear.
"My chains are broken. The force has freed me."
And then he was gone.
It was explained to you later that your master had fallen and you were to be reassigned to complete your training. You had been set to take your trials for your knighthood in a few weeks but due to Obi Wan's sudden switch to the dark side, they feared you harbored the same beliefs he revealed he had to the council.
Your new master is… for lack of a better word, an ass. She is your third master. Your first one, who had selected you at a young age, died a few years back. Obi Wan decided to complete your training, since you were just three or four years from knighthood, already an adult. This new master is short and cold and uncaring. You had just been through a rapid and difficult transition and she held no compassion in her eyes, only wariness and dislike. She didn't trust you.
No one did now. All the friends you had no longer speak to you because they fear you are unstable and dangerous. You never showed signs of leaning into the dark side but because Obi Wan fell, you also must be dark. His apprentice. Only Anakin still speaks to you. Occasionally, Master Yoda invites you to meditate with him as well, though you suspect he is doing so to check on your signature. Master Yoda is a kind and gentle soul but he must be wary. You understand. Sort of.
It isn't until the heat of summer fades and cool winter winds start to blow that you start to hear him.
My darling.
Little dove.
Sweet one.
Angel.
The terms of endearment your master used to call you whisper through your mind, as though he were right behind you. You feel his presence when you're alone and see him in your dreams. You'd thought if you dreamed of him, they'd be nightmares but they aren't. They're sweet dreams. Almost memories but with slight changes.
Mornings after nightmares when you'd wake in his bed wrapped in his embrace, though he lets his hands wander more. Presses kisses to your neck and shoulders. Messing up on purpose during training so he'd have to wrap his arms around you to fix your form but he stands far closer, holding you tightly to his body.
You knew you loved him before he left but he never showed signs of returning the feeling. It wasn't until he was gone that the signs appeared. For a while, you thought it was just your mind grieving the loss of him. That is, until he comes to you.
~~~~~
Anakin manages to convince the council that you need to get out of the temple, take on a mission again. He's always been persuasive, though at first the council wasn't inclined to grant his request. Through many meetings and solid evidence that you're not like Obi Wan, they allow it on the condition that he keeps you in his line of sight at all times. He agrees readily and tells you to pack a bag.
After explaining the mission, he takes you to Padme so she can help you find a dress. You're attending a gala the senate is holding in order to ease tensions, though with the way the galaxy is now it will only raise them.
That's how you find yourself standing in a big ballroom wearing a long sleeve, floor length dress. Despite the dress still being modest compared to the other women around you, you still feel exposed. Your Jedi robes leave everything up to imagination but this dress does not. It's more form fitting and accentuates certain parts of your body in a very flattering way, while still being conservative.
"My, my. What have we here? Did you lose your way, Little dove?"
The voice makes you freeze. You spin around, looking for the owner but see no one. You shake your head, hoping to rid yourself of the panic and hope that had appeared with the voice.
"Did you stray too far from home? Do you need help finding the path?"
You know his voice better than you know your own. He's here somewhere. You can feel his eyes on you even if you can't see him.
You turn slightly, searching the crowd for Anakin. He's talking with some of the senators, Padme by his side. He's occupied.
You start walking.
Letting yourself out of the ballroom, you wander through the halls of the massive building the gala is being held in. You had seen a terrace when you first arrived and been escorted in. There it is. You open the doors and step out into the cool night air.
You don't hear him as he follows you or as he shuts the doors to the terrace. You don't hear him take the last few strides necessary to stand behind you, closing the distance between you. The only sign that you were correct is the feeling of his hands on your hips. They're warm and strong and certain, just as they always were.
"My Little Dove." His greeting is whispered into your hair just above your ear.
"Master-"
"I am not your master any more, my darling." He interrupts you, his voice sending goosebumps down your arms. "I am simply a being you meet in your travels as a pawn in a game your side can't win. I am only a man who has missed you very dearly."
You take a deep breath, praying your voice won't shake as you respond, "you wouldn't have had to miss me if you hadn't gone."
The hum he gives in response is deep, seemingly coming from low in his chest. "It was time for me to go. I hope you can understand. Places to be and people to see, you know."
"You left me. You abandoned me like everyone else."
He tightens his grip on your hips, fingers digging into them. "I did not abandon you. I never left you, Little Dove. I was always there, always watching. It may have been from a distance but you were never alone."
You try to control your emotions, keep your cool, "Your leaving the Order has shown me I have always been on my own. I didn't choose this life, Obi Wan. It was thrust upon me before I was at an age that I could understand it. I don't remember the sound of my mother's voice. I don't know my father's name."
"I didn't choose it either, darling. Very few of us did. To be entirely honest with you, I dreamed of leaving and yet I stayed. Do you know why, my Little Dove?" His fingers are tracing up your sides delicately, never straying into areas he has not gained permission to touch.
Your voice cracks a bit as you respond, "Why, Obi?"
"I stayed because I needed to be around you. Your presence is my vise, your signature is, simply put, addictive to me. It was inappropriate for me to have the feelings I do for you while you trained under me so I kept them at bay as best I could." His nose grazes your temple as he speaks, the edge of his beard lightly scratching your cheekbone as he speaks, "I didn't do as good a job as I thought. Those around us began questioning our relationship. They said horrible things that I will never allow to reach your innocent ears. I could have killed anyone who ever said anything nasty about you. I still can. All you have to do is ask."
Your breathing falters, though you can't tell if it's from fear or shock or something else. If he catches it, he doesn't say a word. "I don't want that. Murder is still wrong, no matter where you stand politically."
"Ah, but don't you see, my Little Dove? I don't wish to kill for political reasons. I kill for you. Anyone who ever hurt you deserves to go."
"You're frightening me, Master," you whisper shakily. He responds by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.
"I do not wish for you to fear me, my love. I only want to protect you, to keep you safe. I can continue to do that from afar as I have been these three months. Or… you could come with me." He keeps his voice low, fingers stroking your sides delicately.
"Where? Where would you take me?"
"Home, Little Dove. I will take you home."
You close your eyes, feeling your resolve beginning to crumble. Suddenly the warmth of your former master against your back is gone. You turn and he's nowhere to be seen. The only sign that you did not imagine it is the phantom feeling of his hands on you.
"All you have to do is call for me, my Little Dove. I'll come to save you from your golden cage."
Suddenly you hear your name being called. It takes you a moment to register that it's Anakin's voice. He sounds a little worried. You turn all the way around for the first time since stepping onto the balcony. You use the force to open the doors.
"I'm here, Ani"
His head snaps to face you at your voice and he quickly makes his way over to you, "I've been looking everywhere for you! What the hell are you doing out here?"
"It was a little stuffy in there. I just needed some air. I'm sorry if I worried you. I didn't think I'd be gone long." You let him lead you back inside. Instead of taking you back to the ballroom, he escorts you outside where Padme is waiting.
"It's fine. I'm just glad I didn't lose you. That… would not have looked good on me." He laughs a little, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly, "it's time for us to head out. We're going to be escorting the senator to her suite in the hotel and then going to our room."
"Yes, Master Skywalker," you bow slightly dramatically, tone dripping in sarcasm.
He laughs, rolls his eyes at your playfulness and shoves your shoulder as you start walking, both of you flanking Padme.
~~~~~
And that's how it began.
You start answering him when he whispers into your mind. You didn't even see him that night but you know it was real. Even if it wasn't, you hope that you continue to hear him. You start feeling him as well. You even catch hints of his scent from time to time. Always when you need him the most.
Those moments became more and more common. The weight of arms around you in those few blissful moments between sleep and wakefulness make you think of him. He whispers encouragement as you train with your new master, even the occasional reminder to help you correct your form or a suggestion to make a motion easier for you. He's still helping to train you. Apparently your four years with him didn't make him sick of teaching you.
It's your next off-world mission that starts to cause your foundation to crumble.
Anakin had convinced Master Windu that he could take you off-world with himself and Ahsoka instead of being with your own master. It was a simple mission. Get into the separatist base, steal the information, get out.
When is anything ever that simple?
Your cover was blown quickly and it doesn't take long to realize this was a trap. You are separated from Anakin and Ahsoka somewhere in the crossfire between your troops and the battle druids. You find yourself in an empty hallway alone, not even a clone behind you.
Looking around, you move back towards the way you came, only to realize you are more than a little lost in this base. You reach out your signature to find Anakin but are met with a different signature. Another, more familiar one.
Obi Wan.
Before you can take a moment to think it through, you're running towards it. You chase the warm, blue signature you've grown oh so attached to deeper into the base. When you reach a door that you can feel him behind, you pause. Pressing your palm flat against the cool metal, you reach out again. Reaching for him. He responds by tangling his signature with yours, but doesn't open the door. You hear a click and realize it's the lock. He unlocked the door. The door still doesn't open. He's giving you the choice. It almost makes you cry.
He is giving you the option to reach him. He isn't forcing you into anything, simply waiting to see how you decide. The Order never does that. All they do is command and demand and give expectations to meet. It's exhausting. You're tired. You miss him.
"Obi?" You whisper to the door. As a response, you hear a small thud on the door as he presses his hand to it where yours is. You can feel the pressure of his power through the door. He whispers your name back to you.
"I'm frightened," you feel your eyes start to water, voice breaking softly, "I just want you."
"I know, my darling. It's alright if you are not ready yet. I'll wait for you. I'll wait an eternity for you." His voice is louder than yours, but not by much. You want to open the door but can't bring yourself to do it. He can feel it. You know he can. His signature brushes over yours gently again, soothing you. He was always good at that.
"I have to go, Master. I'm sorry. I need to find Anakin."
"It's alright, Little Dove. I'll be with you. Always."
You nod and take another moment of weakness before pulling away and running the way you came. It takes you twenty minutes to find Anakin and Ahsoka again. As you reappear, Ahsoka crashes into you, hugging you tight.
"Are you okay!? Your comms weren't working. We've been calling you and sent troops to find you but we couldn't! What happened? Where did you go?"
You push Ahsoka back to look her into her eyes, holding her shoulders. "It's okay. I'm fine. I got lost in the hallways. The droids were coming from that way so I handled it. I just got confused on my way back to you. All the halls look so similar."
You try cracking a joke as you notice Anakin watching you cautiously. He knows something. Looking over, you cast what you hope is a charming smile in his direction. He nods and gives a small smile in return but still looks concerned, though you can't tell if it's for you or because of you.
When you return to the Temple, the council convenes to be briefed on the mission. Anakin credits you with destroying a majority of the Droid squadron within the base. The council seems to be a mixture of impressed and put off by this news. You're not surprised.
You feel nothing for them anymore. They don't do anything but cause more problems for you and those around you. Most Jedi would say the most dangerous feeling to have is hatred. Some say anger. Others will tell you that hope is the worst thing to feel, especially in this war.
No. The most dangerous thing a Jedi can feel is indifference. Indifference causes one to not have loyalty to those they have been sworn to. With anger or hatred or even hope, it shows one still feels attached to something. With indifference, it is not so.
Your indifference is what Obi Wan was waiting for.
~~~~~
The next mission you are sent on is the one that sends you over the edge.
It's another gala you are to attend, this time undercover as a senator's aid. The moment you arrive, you reach out for Obi Wan. You search the room with your eyes and your signature, praying to the Maker that he is there.
As the evening progresses, you stop looking for him. You become distracted by doing your job, working the crowd and getting more information you've been sent to collect. Though the council has seemed to develop more trust in you over the last couple of months, they don't trust you entirely. You have another Jedi with you to keep an eye on you. You don't remember his name, and it doesn't particularly matter to you anyway. He's just a security measure to protect the Order.
"Pardon me for interrupting, Senator Gunray. I was hoping I might ask this lovely young lady for this dance." His voice drips across your ears like bacta over a burn. Your posture relaxes as the senator you were speaking with bows out gracefully, promising to speak with you again later.
You turn and finally see the man you've dreamt of for five whole months, though if you're honest, it's been longer than that. He looks dashing in his white suit and cape. As your eyes trail up from his chest, you catch the hairs of his auburn beard lift as he smiles at you. You see that smile next, the shining and slightly arrogant one you grew used to throughout your few years of training with him.
He reserves this smile for you. The one that shows his pride but also a glimmer of praise for you. He softens whenever he sees you, even if it's isn't noticeable to anyone else. It always was to you. He was a good and kind master, but a better friend. In this smile, you see your friend.
You raise your eyes to meet his and your breath catches. The cerulean ocean you are used to seeing is gone, replaced by molten gold, framed by dark lashes, which seem darker than they used to. Maybe it's just your imagination.
"Remember to breathe, Little Dove. I fear you will pass out if you don't."
You let out a small huff of a laugh as you smile and glance down to your feet. You see him lift his hand to under your chin, raising your eyes back to his. You can see him searching your face for something. He must find it or you are imagining it because he draws away again, offering you his arm to take.
"I believe I offered you a dance, my love. May I have one?"
"Yes, my lord." He leads you out onto the floor. A waltz starts not long after he pulls you into position. As you dance, he keeps you closer to his body than the other partners on the floor. You don't mind, letting yourself melt into his arms for the first time in several months.
Obi Wan was the one who taught you to dance. He had been trying to help you learn to make your movements smoother, more choreographed as you dueled. You kept making jagged, uncoordinated movements that caused you to lose your footing or leave an open spot for someone to strike. Obi had taken your Saber, tossed it and his own to the side, then pulled you in gently. He kept a respectable amount of space between you as he placed your hand on his shoulder and his own on your waist, holding your opposite hand. And he taught you to dance. Slowly, you got the hang of it and he moved back into the forms you were learning. You never lost to him in a duel again.
The dance sessions became almost a regular occurrence. He'd hug you when you were upset and slowly rock you, letting it turn into a silly little dance to make you smile and giggle. He'd kiss your head and twirl you just to make you squeal or blush. Those are his fondest memories of being in the order.
"I have a question for you, Darling."
"I will answer anything you ask of me, Darth Nighte," you respond without hesitation.
He grins widely and lets out a laugh. "You always have, haven't you? My good girl."
You blush slightly and look away from him to hide it. He doesn't like that. He lifts your chin again and raises an eyebrow, warning you not to look away again.
"Did you pick this gown to get someone's attention?" He says it in a teasing tone but you know what he is asking. Is the dress for him?
The dress you selected for the gala was bought with what little you had saved over the years. You had gone out into the city on one of your rare days off to buy it. It was in the shop window and you'd asked to try it on. It was a long sleeved, dark blue dress with tiny gems to make it appear as though you were a part of the evening sky. It's a bit lower cut in the bust than you thought you'd be comfortable with but seeing the way he admires it, you know it was the right decision.
"I must confess, my lord. I fear I am no longer a good Jedi. You see, I find myself disagreeing with the rules and growing agitated trying to suppress my emotions. It feels like I'm being pulled down a different, new path. I can't stand the rule against attachments. I have found that attachments only make you stronger. Maybe that is what they are afraid of…" you trail off as you realize how much you spoke but he holds your eye contact and nods for you to continue. "I have found myself deeply attached to a lord at this very party and I had hoped he'd find the dress pleasing."
"I'm sure he does, my darling. Do I know this lord, do you think?" He knows. He always does.
You smile and glance around as though making sure no one was listening, "I think you know him very well, my lord."
"Then I suppose I'll leave you to him." He starts to release you but you grip onto him tighter. He laughs again, a sound you truly and sorely missed.
Together, you and Obi Wan danced for several more songs. You talk occasionally but mostly bask in the comfort you bring each other. As the night dwindles on and draws to a close, you know you have a decision to make. A path to choose.
Obi Wan senses your panic and turmoil. He searches your eyes again before leading you off the dance floor to a little alcove on the side of the ballroom. He presses you back against the wall and lets his body tower over yours.
"My angel, you do not have to do anything you don't wish to. I don't intend to steal you away and hide you from the galaxy. It is your decision. This is your life. Lead it how you wish to. No matter what you decide, I will always love and support you. Even if I must do so from afar." He leans down and presses his forehead to yours. You can feel the love in his signature. True love. Pure love. How can a feeling so pure be so bad?
Lifting your chin slightly, you let your nose brush his and hear his quick intake of breath. He leans further into you slowly, giving you time to pull away from him. To say no.
You never will.
He lets his lips brush yours. It's gentle, simple, peaceful. He lets you decide how to proceed. Slowly, your hands move from where you had pressed them to his chest up into his hair to pull him closer. He hums in pleasure and pushes you further into the alcove. He kisses you the way you imagined he would. Gentle but dominant. Kind but leading. Persuasive. The Great Negotiator, indeed.
You pull away first, needing to breathe. He lets you go but keeps his forehead against yours.
"Obi?" You whisper to him.
"Sweet One?" He responds.
"Am I ready now?"
"That, my dearest little dove, is not a question I can answer for you."
You nod, feeling the tears form. His hand is holding your cheek and jaw on one side. He can feel when they start to fall. He coos gently and pulls you into his chest, whispering reassurances and words of love.
"I don't want you to go again. It hurts when you go, my Obi." You mutter through the tears. Obi Wan pulls away enough to hold your face with both hands.
"I don't have to. You can come with me, Darling. I have a place for us. It's safe and quiet and peaceful. It's perfect. I made sure it's perfect for you. All you have to do is say yes. Little Dove, you can stay with me. Come with me."
His voice isn't commanding or ordering you. It's… begging. He's begging you to stay with him.
Sniffling and wiping your eyes, you look up at his eyes. They're no longer gold the way they were before. They're darker now. Green. Your breathing picks up as you kiss him again. It's a soft, quick kiss. He reciprocates, waiting for your decision.
"Home?" You ask him. He smiles against your lips and nods.
"Home."
"Obi Wan. Take me home."
The burst of joy in his signature is more than enough to convince you that this was the right decision. He kisses you fiercely before retreating and standing up straight. A lord once again. Offering you his arm, he leads you back into the public eye.
As he escorts you through the front doors of the building and towards the hanger, you are stopped by a voice yelling your name. Your Jedi babysitter. You forgot about him. Obi Wan stiffens as he hears it as well, turning his head just enough to see the man behind you. You try to keep going but Obi Wan has stopped. Your panic is beginning to rise again. You'll never be free.
"You are to return to the Temple with me immediately, Young Padawan. This is not a debate."
"I-"
"My apologies, Jedi, but I believe she has made her decision." Obi Wan's voice is calm but there is a hint of a threat in it. He's daring the man to oppose him.
"I'm sorry, Senator, but that will not be happening. She has been asked to return to the Temple."
"Senator? Do you hear that, my darling? Senator. The level of disrespect tossed about by the Order is truly insulting. He doesn't even know my name."
You keep your eyes on Obi, pleading with him through your signature to just take you and go. In your bones, you knew it wouldn't be this easy. If only.
Obi Wan turns and the Jedi recognizes him. His eyes, now returned to gold, are a dead giveaway. The Jedi draws his weapon and beckons you over, holding his hand out as he calls your name again.
"This man is not who you think he is, Padawan. Come with me." He reaches for you again but you take a step back, closer to Obi Wan.
"Maybe I'm not who you thought I was, Master. Or… I think perhaps I am." Glancing up at Obi, you see him watching you with curiosity and… hope. You haven't seen hope in so long you almost don't recognize it.
Your Obi nods at you, just once, and takes a step back. The Jedi is gazing at the both of you with confusion and horror as you look at Obi Wan.
"I told you already, Little Dove. This is your decision. No one can make it for you." His voice calms you. There's no malice in it when he directs it at you.
"He's trying to trick you, Padawan. It's time to go now." The Jedi got close enough to grab your wrist and begin to pull you away. The moment he touches you, your lightsaber is in your hand and the Jedi is screaming. You open your eyes and see the man's arm on the ground between you. His lightsaber falls from his other hand and Obi Wan comes to pick it up. You feel your hands shaking as you watch him replace the Jedi's Saber on his belt before reaching a hand out to you.
"Are you ready now, darling?"
You look between Obi's hand and the man's arm and then at the blood on your gown. You take Obi Wan's hand and leave the Jedi kneeling on the ground of the hanger as you're taken onto your love's ship. He sits you down and pulls off his cape, draping it over you. It's heavier than it looked. He helps to strap you into the co-pilot seat before getting into the pilot seat.
As the ship lifts off, you catch a reflection in the glass of the cockpit window. Your eyes are surrounded by a ring of gold.
You feel Obi Wan take your hand as you reach hyperspace and let him smooth his thumb over your knuckles. You glance up at his beautiful eyes and see they are the blue you missed. You realize something that nearly brings you to tears again. You've been on your own for most of your life, especially when it got hard.
You don't have to be alone anymore. You have your Obi Wan.
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Hello, can I please request Akagami no shirayukihime/Snow white with red hair characters (Raji Shenazard, Zen Wisteria, Mitsuhide Louen, and Obi) headcanons with a shy s/o who suddenly gave them a kiss on the cheek?
Snow white with red hair characters reaction to shy female s/o kissing them on the cheek.
~Zen Wistalia~
When Zen's shy female significant other unexpectedly leans in and plants a gentle kiss on his cheek, his initial reaction is one of pleasant surprise. His eyes widen slightly, his lips curling into a soft smile as he feels a warm, fuzzy sensation spreading through his chest. He can't help but feel touched by her bold yet sweet gesture, appreciating the thought and courage it must have taken for her to make such a move.
As he gazes into her eyes, he can see the slight blush on her cheeks, and it only serves to make his heart swell with affection for her. He reaches up to gently cup her face in his hand, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he leans in to press a tender kiss to her forehead.
"Thank you," he murmurs softly, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "That was really sweet of you. I appreciate it more than words can express."
Zen's heart flutters with a mix of happiness and adoration for his shy s/o, feeling grateful to have someone so caring and thoughtful in his life. He wraps his arms around her in a gentle embrace, holding her close as he presses another kiss to the top of her head.
In that moment, Zen realizes just how much he cherishes his shy s/o and the depth of his feelings for her. He vows to always make her feel loved and cherished, knowing that her shy gestures hold a special place in his heart. With a content smile on his face, he whispers, "I love you," knowing that his feelings for her only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.
~Raji Shenazard~
Raji would be completely caught off guard by his shy female s/o kissing him on the cheek. At first, he would freeze in shock, his eyes widening as he processes what just happened. His cheeks would flush a deep shade of red as he stammers out a response, not quite sure how to react to such a bold gesture from his normally reserved partner.
After a moment of awkward silence, Raji would tentatively touch his fingers to his cheek where her lips had just been, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He would then turn to his s/o, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and adoration, grateful for the unexpected display of affection.
"Wow, that was…unexpected," he would finally say, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "But…thank you. It means a lot to me." Raji would then gather his composure, trying to act more princely and confident despite the butterflies in his stomach.
From that moment on, Raji would find himself thinking about the sweet gesture constantly, his heart swelling with warmth whenever he remembers the feel of her lips on his cheek. He would become more attentive and affectionate towards his s/o, wanting to show her how much he appreciates her boldness and the love she has for him.
Overall, Raji would be deeply touched by the kiss on the cheek, and it would mark a turning point in their relationship as he learns to open up more and express his own feelings for his s/o.
~Mitsuhide Louen~
Mitsuhide's reaction to his shy female s/o kissing him on the cheek would be a mixture of surprise, flusteredness, and pure joy. At first, he would freeze in shock, his eyes widening slightly as he processes what just happened. His cheeks would instantly flush a deep shade of red, a shy smile forming on his lips as he tries to regain his composure.
"Wow, that was unexpected," he would say softly, his voice filled with a mix of happiness and disbelief. He would gently touch the spot on his cheek where she had kissed him, feeling a warm sensation spreading through his body.
As he looks into her eyes, he would see the vulnerability and shyness in them, causing his heart to swell with affection for her. He would then wrap his arms around her in a gentle embrace, pulling her close to him as he whispers, "Thank you, my dear. That was truly sweet of you."
Mitsuhide would then shower her with compliments, praising her courage and expressing his gratitude for her affectionate gesture. He would make sure to reassure her of his feelings for her, letting her know how much he cherishes her and how lucky he feels to have her in his life.
Overall, Mitsuhide's reaction would be one of genuine happiness and appreciation, as he realizes just how much he cares for his shy s/o and how much her simple gesture means to him.
~Obi~
Obi's initial reaction to his shy female s/o kissing him on the cheek would be one of surprise and slight confusion. He would freeze for a moment, not quite sure how to respond to such a bold display of affection. His eyes would widen slightly as he processed what had just happened, his mind racing with various thoughts and emotions.
After the initial shock wore off, Obi would feel a warmth spread through his chest, a feeling of happiness and contentment at the fact that someone cared for him enough to show him such affection. He would turn his gaze to his s/o, a soft smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of her blushing face and shy expression.
In that moment, Obi would feel a sense of gratitude towards his s/o for trusting him enough to make such a gesture. He would gently reach out to cup her cheek, his touch tender and reassuring as he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. He would whisper softly, "Thank you… for showing me that you care."
Obi would then pull his s/o into a warm embrace, holding her close as he savored the feeling of her in his arms. In that moment, he would realize just how much she meant to him, and how lucky he was to have someone like her by his side. And from that day on, he would make sure to show his s/o just how much he cherished her, in his own quiet and aloof way.
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𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 — 𝐨𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, somnophilia ( kinda ), fluffy smut, SAFE sex, fucked to sleep, all characters featured are 18+
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𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ call me daddy by 11:11
you were roused into a state of blurry consciousness upon feeling the familiar weight as Obi slid onto the bed. he always tried to be as gentle as possible, but his size makes him less than stealthy. besides, even when he didn’t want to wake you, he had to pull you close to him.
you shift, inching back with your eyes still closed as his rough hands ghost over your biceps, his lips finding your shoulder and littering it with slow, easy kisses. “So good to be home.” he whispers, more to himself, but you smile, sleepy, and hum against the pillow. you were half on your belly, one leg bent up towards you while the other was extended, and you could feel the wall of warmth that was Obi from your shoulders to your feet, but he was holding himself up with his elbow, so as not to crush you, only applying the faintest bit of his weight on your back. he smelled like soap, and you could feel the damp tips of his dark tendrils as he worshipped you with kisses— he’d no doubt showered at HQ before heading back to you, which you didn’t mind. the less time that he had to smell like an inferno around you, the easier it was to savor the moments he was home. you spent oh so much of his time away filled with dread that he might never come back, the last thing you wanted was to be reminded that he was on the brink of death before crawling into your bed.
he was naked, too, as Obi usually slept, only there was a prodding at your thigh— that familiar firmness when Obi missed you too much at work. “What time is it?” you mumbled, reaching back to pet at him. your uncouth hand blindly rubs at the dips in his abs, but you start to shift.
he stops you with a soft, “Shh…” and wraps his larger hand around yours, bringing it up to his lips, kissing each knuckle with delicate, butterfly kisses, “don’t get up, sweetheart.” he whispers back, “‘S late.”
“Someone… didn’t get the memo…” you murmur, melting back into the mattress, but you poke your butt out to nudge his hard on as if showing him what you were referencing.
he chuckles, and it’s low and husky. he wants you, and you can hear it in his baritone. “Sorry, that’s my fault,” he replies, sheepish, “I thought about you all day. How soft you are—“ he pauses, lips coasting over your shoulder and to the sweet spots on your neck. you mewl in content. “How… good you smell…”
“Obi…” you breathe out, squirming. you could always sit up, roll over and pull him close, wrap your legs around his hips and let him bury himself in you. hell, you’d even wake up to ride him if that’s what he wanted, sleepy or not. but he’s already reaching for one of the fluffy pillows on his side of the bed, “I can—“
“You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart.” he interjects, “Let me take care of it.” he hooks a strong forearm around your midsection and gingerly pulls your lower half up off the mattress to slide the pillow underneath, propping you up for him, and he whispers, needy, against the shell of your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you back to sleep, baby, All I want you to do is snuggle up and enjoy it.” you can feel his hips grinding against yours as he tells you, his cock poking against your flimsy panties, and the hand under you slips beneath the waistband to rub your clit in slow, lazy circles. it was incredible to you; even in the dark, while he was needy and getting inside you was the only thing on his mind, he could still find your clit so easy— he could tease the sensitive nub just right. you moan, sleepily. your body wanted to keep resting, but the attention he was giving your core was just stimulating enough to get you wet. “There’s my girl.” he whispers again, feeling your slick start to glue his fingers together. “She missed me, too. I can feel it.” he wasn’t wrong. even as you snuggled against the pillow, your back arched for him, and your hips wanted to rut and ride his fingers.
“Hurry up,” you whine, muffling yourself with the pillow. you cheeks were hot with a blush, even though you knew he couldn’t see. he had to be able to hear the shyness in your soft plea. you were impatient, needy yourself, and you sounded pathetic. “Put it in…” your core throbbed with desire, squeezing around air, and your lower belly was tied in knots. “Obi…”
“I’m coming, sweetheart,” he mutters, his free hand reaching over you to fumble with the bedside table, grasping the knob on the drawer to pull it open. then, he blindly rustles about the contents of a box, retrieving a prophylactic in a chrome wrapper, “just about ready.”
you knew he didn’t much care for condoms, and neither did you. and even though you’d been dating him steady for a while, he always kept them by the bed. he never once forgot to put one on, even when you were so overtaken by lust and the need to feel him that you would beg him to just hurry and fuck you, he would always remember. you’d asked him one time why he even bothered with them at this point; you’d be content to take him raw whenever he wanted, but he’d just kissed the tip of your nose and replied, “I’ll always take care of you first.”
you knew he didn’t want to keep you up, but the longer he took to grip the wrapper with his teeth and tear it open, the more impatient you became, pushing yourself back against his erection to rub against it with a hapless whimper.
“You’re so goddamn cute.” he whispers, eyes dark as he stares down at your drowsy display, dragging your ass slowly against his cock, sliding the rubber onto his length, ensuring it’s snug and secure. then, he shifts again, laying against you once more, using his fingers between your legs to pull your panties to the side whilst the other takes hold of himself by his base and guides the tip to your treasure. the insertion elicits a thick exhale against the back of your neck, Obi is blissed to be able to feel your walls clamp around him, pulling him deeper. you whine, too, that familiar, sweet stretch much slower tonight. “Happy now, sweetheart?” it’s half a tease, half a genuine inquiry; Obi releases himself to reach up and turn your head to the side, planting a soft kiss against your lips when you nod and mumble a happy mhm, “Yeah?” he whispers against your lips, and you nod again, lazily smacking your lips against his mouth to kiss him back. “Me too.” his fingers linger against your cheek, petting it, before he carefully guides it back to the pillow and you nuzzle against it.
you’d been apprehensive at first; you’d not expected to find yourself even drowsier once he was inside you. you thought, for sure, you’d be wide awake, and ready to scream his name until your throat was sore. however, that wasn’t the case at all.
the rhythm he fell into was slow, a lullaby of deep thrusting. he didn’t hit a limit, he didn’t bottom out, and the consistent rocking had your body feeling heavier. sleepier.
“Obi…” you moan, but it’s slurred. drunken.
he allows both of his hands to careen around your body, pulling your pajama top up so he can pepper your shoulders with kisses, before tracing your spine with them, mouth open, panting hot air against your skin and raising goosebumps. “Shh, shhhh,” he replies in a partial moan, “don’t talk, sweetheart. Don’t think… just enjoy it for me.”
you could do that, you thought, allowing yourself to sink, limp, between his massive strength and the sturdy mattress.
“You feel so good, love,” he whispered, kissing wherever he could move your top to find a bare section of flesh, “my best girl, taking me so slow and easy.”
you tried to reply, show some gratitude for all of the praise, but you could only muster a soft, wordless babble as sleep takes hold of you, and claims control over your mind.
“Go ahead,” he urges; Obi must’ve expected you to be fighting it, “go to sleep, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you…” even though his hips twitched, and he so desperately wanted to speed up, to grip your waist and drive himself home over and over until he was dizzy and spent, he doesn’t. he holds that same, slow pace, savoring each thrust and the way the bulging veins on his cock rubbed against your walls, causing them to flutter and tighten.
his jaw tightens, grinding his teeth, one hand gliding down to caress your bent leg from calve to thigh, while the other pets your hair, as if he could never get enough of the feeling of you. and he couldn’t. “That’s it… Gonna give you very, very good dreams tonight, sweetheart.” he coos, feeling your breathing start to even out as you drifted off. in contrast, you clench around him even tighter, a telltale sign that your orgasm is close. his forehead dips to rest between your shoulder blades, closing his eyes. his breathing is ragged, his body wants more, but he wouldn’t dare ruin the softness of your lullaby.
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there is like negative 5 obi writings on this mf app. here is my take. let's pretend shirayuki has her own 2 knights, like zen, and you happen to be one. there's already an established relationship between you two.
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late nights comes with a soft breeze. sitting in your window, you watch the night sky sparkle, and the city dim as citizens go to bed. shirayuki had gone to bed already and you were left trying to sleep. the night gave you space to breathe, and time to relax.
"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you heard a voice next to you ask. you recognized it immediately. you turned your head to the side, resting your chin on your hand.
"well hello pretty boy." you cooed out. obi let out a soft laugh and moved closer to you, jumping off the balcony bars. "did you climb the tree to get up here?" you asked raising an eyebrow. he smirked, "what if I did?". you rolled your eyes. "doors exist you know."
he pouted. "well that's no fun." he inched closer to you. you both stood side by side and watched the sky. there was much comfort in each other. you rested your head on his shoulder. you murmured to each other how your day was. he turned slowly and headed inside.
"are you heading to bed soon, love?" he asked while plopping himself down on your bed. you sighed slowly, still taking in the night sky. "yes, in a minute, why?" you asked. "no reason." he said flatly. you rolled your eyes and turned around to face him and came face first with his chest. "come to bed now." he said. he startled you with how quietly and quickly he approached you. you smiled softly. "okay, okay i'm coming." he gave you a quick smile and kissed your forehead softly while grabbing your hand. as you both got into bed together it was intimate. it didn't always have to be sexual, but it was always close. there was a sense of comfort and safety you found in each other's arms. it was something no one else could give.
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it was bound to happen. obi always fell asleep first. he slept peacefully and quietly, (if he snored you would have killed him...) and looked like a beauty while sleeping. you two were facing each other, and he had his arm around your waist. you two were practically nose to nose, and you could feel his exhale on your lips. you had sleeping problems, and this was nothing new to you or him. it was hard sleeping when your guilt and fear kept you up. there was nothing waiting for you on the dreaming side except horror. obi had taken notice of how tired you were and your bags under your eyes. he knew better than to just ask, so instead he opted to be with you. it gave you comfort to know he was there. he would make stupid jokes about chasing the bad dreams away, and how he would protect you from them. it was endearing.
"how long are you going to keep staring at me." he said, his eyes still closed. flustered, you backed up a bit. "i wasn't staring i was just...um.." he opened one eye with a mischievous smile. "im just teasing." he said as you smiled. he pulled you in closer, where your head was under his chin, and his arms were wrapped around your head. you wrapped yours slowly around his chest. he cared for you in a way that made you feel warm. you felt loved, like you deserved. like you both deserved.
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God Dammit Hinawa!
Sora Moeru (OC) x Akitaru Obi (Fire Force)
(This one will not have a male and Non-binary versions due to it being for a friend’s OC) This is a fan-fic I wrote for a friend of mine, for context her OC is Captain of Company 9 and has had a thing for Akitaru Obi for a while.
⚠️Disclaimer: Mature Content | FxM | Suggestive themes ⚠️
Word count: 2401
Nights like this were always exhausting for the two Captains. It was nice having Lieutenant Hinawa around to help with paperwork, but there were some papers only the Captains could fill out. Company 9 was residing in Company 8’s facility due to the upcoming mission on Adolla, and Captain Moeru and Captain Obi were in his office getting their paperwork sorted. Obi sat where he usually would at his desk, while Sora sat across from him. Papers on either side of the Captains, practically stacked up to their height. Sora Moeru sat quietly while her blue and red eyes focused on the stack of paperwork in front of her. The dimly lit office at Company 8's facility was filled with the sound of shuffling papers and the occasional scribbling of a pen. “Well isn’t this a bust,” Obi spoke causing Sora to look up from her task. He slumped back in his chair while ruffling his black hair through his fingers.
“Well, it’s what we have to do for our Companies.” Sora let out a soft giggle while she averted her gaze back to the paperwork in front of her. She could hear Obi shift around in his chair, and then eventually the sound of the wheels squeaked against the floor. Her gaze once again met his while he stood tall and stretched. His tight black shirt hugged his muscular form attentively. Sora gulped while watching him move from around his desk. “I think we need a break,” Obi's voice was kind, and a sense of mischievousness rolled off his tongue while he made his way to Sora. Her rare-colored eyes met his but she simply shook her head. “I would rather finish this and have at least an hour of sleep tonight.” Her gaze found its way back to the paperwork which caused Obi to squint at her. Then, an idea popped in his head. He placed both hands on either side of the chair she sat in, and with little effort, he rolled the chair away from the desk taking Sora with it.
She let out a playful sigh while her hold on the table failed. “Aki! We need to finish our work.” She whined slightly while Obi had a stupid grin on his face. “We can work after, let’s get some food! Substance Sora! Our bodies need it.” He then swirled the chair around causing her to face his stomach. Sora shook her head once more at the other Captain while gazing up at him. “Aki, work.” She spoke slightly demanding while swirling her chair back around to the desk. "Sora, you've been working nonstop," Obi spoke from behind her, his voice filled with genuine worry. "You need a break." She sighed and picked up her pencil ready to get back to it. "I... I still have so much to do, Aki. I can't afford to take a break right now." Obi’s expression softened, and he placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "Sora, it's important to take care of yourself too. You can't give your best if you're exhausted." Sora's resistance wavered, and she reluctantly nodded. "Alright fine, but right after we get back to work. No if’s and’s or but’s."
Obi grinned and removed his hand from her shoulder. "That's the spirit! Now let’s go make a late-night snack together! It'll give you a chance to relax and recharge." Sora's eyes found his gaze again while she stood up from her chair. His smile warmed her heart while she watched him grin and take her hand leading her to the kitchen. The kind gesture made Sora’s heart pick up slightly, but she quickly shook off the feeling. They made their way to the kitchen, and soon Obi released his grasp on her hand. “Let’s see…” He trailed off while opening the fridge and looking for easy ingredients for a snack. “I can make you a sandwich, maybe soup, or even just some fruits. What are you up for?” He asked while turning around to face her. Sora was slightly taken aback by his words. Make her something? She thought they were going to make food together.
“Obi, if you’re hungry you don’t have to use me as an excuse.” She softly chuckled and then stood beside him also gazing into the fridge. “How about I make you something? How about a Turkey sandwich?” She smiled while she turned to meet his gaze only to realize the two were very close. Her eyes widened slightly as she could smell his aftershave and felt his toned form slightly brush hers. It became very apparent just how small she was compared to him as well. Obi towered over her, even while he slouched slightly to get a better view of inside the fridge. A smile painted his lips while he softly chuckled standing up straight. He scratched the back of his neck and then leaned his back against the island directly behind the two. “I wasn’t using you as an excuse, but if you’re offering to make me something, I can’t say no.” He flashed Sora a toothy smile while she rolled her eyes.
After grabbing the ingredients out of the fridge, she set them down on the island causing Obi to move slightly. “I’m not the only one doing work here, you make me something in return.” Sora stuck her tongue out at the tall Captain causing him to chuckle. “That’s only fair~” Obi playfully teased while looking back in the fridge and pulling out some ingredients. As the two made food for each other, they couldn’t help but consistently sneak glances. When Sora would cut slices of turkey, Obi couldn’t help but watch her small gentle hands. When Obi would wash the fruit, Sora would gaze at his toned arms and the cute faces he would make. When Sora would take a bite of tomato, Obi could only smile at her adorable satisfied look. And when Obi would cut the stems off the strawberries, Sora would admire the little breaths that left his lips.
‘She’s so cute.’
‘He’s so cute.’
They thought to themselves and eventually finished making each other food. As Sora was about to hand Obi his sandwich, he stopped her. “You gotta present it like we’re on a cooking show!” Obi playfully spoke while taking a seat on the other side of the island to act like the judge. Sora rolled her eyes and then giggled, “Alright alright.” She then grabbed one of the dome covers for food and placed it over the sandwich. “Captain Moeru, what will you present for us today?” Obi spoke, slightly pitching his voice to sound like a show host. “Well Mr. Obi, today I have a beautifully crafted Turkey Sandwich.” Sora then removed the cover and place it to the side. “For the bread, we have focaccia bread lightly toasted to perfection. Encompassed in the crispy dough, mayonnaise lightly coats the underbelly. Thin slices of tomato were then strategically placed along with savory cut turkey slices. We also have some perfect al dente sliced Gouda cheese, along with crispy lettuce.”
Sora then bowed and pushed the plate over to Obi. He quickly grabbed a napkin and tucked it into his collar. “Sounds delicious Captain Moeru, let’s give it a go.” Obi then gently picked up the sandwich, and with one swift motion, he took a bite. The crispy toast crunch echoed through the kitchen causing Sora’s mouth to slightly water. Maybe she actually was hungry. Obi set the rest of the sandwich down while he chewed the masterpiece Sora created. His body relaxed and practically melted in his seat. His eyes half-lidded while his head slightly tipped back. “This is the best sandwich I’ve ever had…” He spoke sounding slightly muffled due to the food in his mouth but also with satisfaction lingering off his tongue. Sora smiled softly at him while she watched Obi melt due to the food she made. “I’m glad you like it, Aki.” She spoke sweetly and then made her way over to Obi. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to gently massage them.
“You don’t have to present for me, I’m sure Strawberries are self-explanatory.” Sora giggled while sitting beside Obi while still massaging his shoulders. He faced his back to her and let his body fully relax under her touch. The dimly lit kitchen gave the atmosphere of late-night dining under low light. Sora would occasionally remove a hand from Obi to eat a strawberry, while Obi would occasionally let out soft sighs due to her touch. His sounds sent Sora into a state-like haze along with the sweet fruit. Then, without realizing it, Sora leaned closer and gently placed a kiss on the back of Obi’s neck. As if on cue, Sora realized what she did and quickly backed away removing her hands from his shoulders. “I-I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me.” She nervously chuckled while swiftly standing. “Maybe it’s time to get back to work.” Sora then turned to leave the kitchen, but her wrist got caught in Obi’s grasp.
When she turned to face him, her body was quickly pulled into his embrace. His muscular arms wrapped around her small petite figure while her body was pressed against his toned stomach. His smell danced around her, causing Sora to slightly lose focus. “Aki…” she trailed off not sure what to make of this sudden embrace. Obi then let out a hefty sigh while gently pulling her closer. “How do you feel about me, Sora?” He asked softly, a hint of anticipation on his tongue. Both of her hands were placed on his pectorals while she inhaled sharply due to the unexpected question. “I-I feel…” she trailed off. For as long as she can remember, she's always been fond of Obi, but due to their status in their companies, she never acted on those feelings.
Sora was scared, her body slightly trembled which Obi noticed. He gently released her and kneeled down to almost match her height. He held her hands in his and lovingly gazed into her eyes which were glazed over. “You can be honest with me, there’s nothing to fear Sora.” His voice was so soft, almost too soft to make out. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear while scanning for any sign of discomfort, but all he saw was worry. He was about to speak again, but Sora spoke first. “Y-you’ve become someone in my life that I… can’t stop thinking about…” She trailed off while averting her gaze. A soft pink painted her cheeks which caused Obi to smile. Then, he leaned closer to her soft milky skin and placed a kiss on her cheek. When he pulled away, Sora locked eyes with him, surprised by the sudden kiss. Her mouth was slightly agape and her hands gripped his tighter. Obi then let out a soft chuckle while he rose to his feet.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you nervous before.” Obi teased causing Sora to snap back to reality. She playfully shoved at his shoulder and scoffed and was about to speak, but then Obi leaned close to her ear. His breath sending shivers down her spine, “It’s tempting me to do things to this beautiful body of yours~” Sora stilled, and her eyes widened again at his words. Not once has she experienced Obi’s domineering side, he was also so happy-go-lucky and a goofball, but this, this sent an aching feeling to her core causing her to slightly pushed her legs together. Obi noticed the little movement and let out a low chuckle in her ear. “How cute~” He then cupped one side of her neck and brought his lips to the other side, gently leaving a kiss. He pulled away for a moment to see if she would protest or back away, just to check if he was going too far. But once his lips left her neck, it was as if on instinct her body leaned closer to his.
Her grip slightly tighten in his shirt while she sighed sweetly. “H-How do you feel about me? Aki?” She asked sounding out of breath which caused him to smirk against her skin. “Well, you’re a wonderful Captain of Company 9… You’re always so determined and work hard… You know how to get things done… and your ambition is so alluring… You’re smile makes my heart beat faster… and the way your lips move makes me want to taste them…” In between pauses, Obi would gently leave kisses on her neck causing Sora to let out soft sighs. And once he was finished, he brought his face to her and hooked a finger under her chin. Their lips almost touching causing Sora’s heart to quickly and butterflies to form in her stomach. Her eyes were half-lidded along with his while they gazed at each other's lips. Sora gulped, while Obi followed. His finger was still under her chin while his other was snaked gently around her waist pulling her closer. Her grip still on his shirt while her body was pressed closer to his toned form.
“I want to kiss you Sora, I wanna taste you so bad…” Obi’s voice slightly quivered with want and need while Sora gently ran her tongue over her lips causing Obi to groan slightly. The tension between the two was rising, and they both could feel it. Sora wanted to give in, but she also wanted to see how he would react if she denied him of her any longer. “Aki, How do you… really feel about me.” Her eyes found his while he gazed down at her with love and want. The grip he had on her waist tightened with her question as he gulped again. “I-” Just then Lieutenant Hinawa walked into the kitchen wearing white short-shorts along with a plaid button-up and a sleep cap. He held a mug in hand while he stared at the two in the middle of the kitchen. The room fell silent, Sora in Obi’s embrace while Hinawa just stared unamused.
“Good morning,” Hinawa spoke nonchalantly while walking past the two. Sora then gritted her teeth and lunged out of Obi’s grasp and at Hinawa. She grabbed his sleep cap and ripped it off his head. “God Dammit Hinawa! I was about you fuck your Captain!”
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I hope you enjoyed it (you know who you are). Why do you like to get cock blocked? I will never know.
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Is it possible to ask for an Obi x Reader love story based on this song??
You can ignore my recent requests or put this one first lololol, sorry for so many today 🙈🤣 ideas just keep coming like 🤯
Was also tempted to ask if this could also be Hanako x Reader cuz this song seems so valid for that situation too 🤣
You don't have to write, but thanks for reading this Hoshi 🙂💕
Ps. Hope you enjoy the song!!
Better than anyone else
Genre : Fluff
Characters : Obi
TW : None
A/N : I think I understood the song HAHAHA But in my power I'll do anything to bring this to life 😱
Sorry it took so long miss chimoto! all I do at home ever since Christmas break is sleep hehe
Also, this might not end up with alot of sense cause I couldn't understand the song BWHAHHAHSHS im sorry 😞
I hope you enjoy 💗
They don't know you the way I do
"Shirayuki.. Have you seen Obi?" The red headed girl turned around, some specks of dirt on her face as she was planting new herbs into the garden "I think he went into the woods" You jumped a little as you didn't see Zen standing by the entry "A little warning wouldn't hurt.. Also what is he doing in the woods at this time an hour" You sighed as Zen snickered
Shirayuki got up and dusted her hands "Zen don't bully them."
"I'm doing no such thing my dear" Zen said as he helped Shirayuki stand up "I was gonna ask you the same thing too [L/N], on what he is doing there. Guards have told me they've seen him come in and out of there frequently"
'Maybe its that again..'
"Apologies, I'll excuse myself for a moment" You jogged out the door "Oh and have fun love birds" You ran out after seeing Shirayukis reddened face
Obi has been going thru a hard time lately. He'd sometimes dissappear in the night and come back in the morning, you know cause you saw him and waited for him to come back
And right now it's one of those nights, you ventured into the woods at the back of the castle looking for him
"Obii!!" You began calling him as you looked at your surroundings
'Dang its so dark..'
You didn't have any type of light source to help you guide yourself thru the woods, It was quite foggy too
"Ooobbiii" You looked up at the trees on anywhere that have a high level ground in hppes you could catch a glimpse of him jumping from one branch to another
Due to the lack of light, you didn't see a fallen log on your way making you trip. Before you could hit the floor two strong arms grabbed you
"What are you doing here? its dangerous" You looked up to see the person you've been looking for the whole day
"Obi.. I was looking for you everywhere this mornin, and this is the last place I haven't checked out yet. So, what are you doing here?"
"Mmm.. Just, taking a late night stroll"
"Liar"
Obi looked back at you, The happy and fun aura was replaced with a serious one "What are ya talking about?"
You frowned "Obi, I know you're going thru a very difficult time right now.. And I want to help you, the least I could do is listen to what's bothering you" Sitting down at the fallen log you pat the unvacant space beside you signaling that you want Obo to sit next to you
Obi without hesitation sat next to you as the both of you stargaze for awhile before he opened up his mouth
"I.. don't want to burden you with listening to my problems [F/N]" His eyes still fixated up at the dotted night sky
"I don't have anything to do tomorrow and the night is still young" You turned to him as he chuckled "You really are stubborn.. But don't complain if I kept you here for too long"
"I won't~"
And just like that, ypu and him spent almost the whole evening together as you listen to his problems, his worries, and his anxiety.
Not alot of people can spot his saddened aura with that big goofy smile and somewhat approachable personality. He has hid to much behind a mask for people to even notice
They thought that whenever he would walk into the woods at night, they'd think he was out patroling
But you know him better than anyone else.
Your best friend
Your childhoof friend
The love of your life. Was crying in your arms
The past haunted him so much that his shell finally broke from the ampunt of tears he could hold back
"It's alright Dear.. Let it all out.." You layed his head on your shoulder as you held him
Even though he also tells his troubles to his fellow friends, you just seem to know him better with his emotions
Better than anyone else
So sleepy, but this burts pf motivation is annoyong so much
I'll fix this in the morning LOL
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8th Day: It's Cold, Baby, Let Me In
Navi
Obi x gn!reader, Gojō x gn!reader
Warnings: none
Advent Calender
Wordcount: about 200-300 each
“How may I help you, your Highness?” he said, appearing suddenly on a branch before you.
“Obi?” you called out into the night, pulling the blanket tighter around you as you stuck your head out the window.
“It´s late and cold. Don´t you want to come in?”
He laughed.
“How could I ever decline such a nice offer?” he jumped onto your windowsill, balancing on the wood, before letting himself fall towards you. A short scream escaped you when his body collided with yours, but he caught you before you two fell down, grinning widely.
“It´s okay, I´ve got you.”
You stuck out your tongue at him.
“I don´t know how the others keep up with you.”
You gasped when your cold feet hit the warm water
“Oh, trust me, they don´t,” he said, mouth hovering over yours for a moment, before diving down to steal a kiss from your lips. “What?” he asked when he saw you frozen in movement. “I thought you told me to come in to relax and warm up? What better way to warm up than kissing my baby, hm?” he whispered, before pressing another kiss to your lips, one that you reciprocated. When he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed and his breath uneven. He smiled at you. “And you´re right too. This is a lot nicer than being outside in the cold.”
“C´mon baby, hurry,” your boyfriend, already laying in the luxurious bathtub, whined.
“You´re so needy, baby,” you cooed, caressing his cheek. He saw and took the opportunity to quickly pull you into the water.
“I have to get used to the temperature first, toru.”
“Overrated,” he rumbled, softly tugging at your leg to get you in faster. You laughed.
“What – what the fuck, Satoru?” it escaped you, half laughing.
“You´re such a baby,” you teased but raised your hand to play with his hair. He groaned at the feeling, nuzzling closer into your embrace, ready to fall asleep. You only smiled down at him, happy that he was calm and content for even just this moment.
“Want you to hold me,” he begged, pouting at you.
“I was going to, you only needed to wait a moment longer.”
“Didn´t want to,” he yawned as he moved you around in the bathtub to make himself comfortable laying on top of you. His head rested on your chest and his fingers drew patterns on your skin, helping you relax after the long day you had behind you.
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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink
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hiiiii for your jukebox roulette I was thinking about a fic for Obi Wan based off the song Come What May sung by Obi Wan himself and Nicole Kidman. Maybe it can be an angsty one please
https://open.spotify.com/track/5cCAnk1sHJDdqqNIScOkZU?si=52-2JgxyQ_iH3TnPRymJrQ
Hello Anon!
Thank you for this request, how could I not love it!
First it's Obi-wan, then the song is sung by Obi-wan, 'Come What May'. It's just all sooo Obi-wan and I'm here for it. I hope it's angsty enough for you.
Thank you for the request.
Love oo.
Come What May
Warnings: Held hostage, death, mentions of blood, regret, feelings of guilt, dead bodies, passing out, angst, some fluff, crying, anger, frustration. I think that's all of it, if I miss anything please let me know.
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This wasn’t supposed to be you, this wasn’t what you had wanted or what you had planned. You didn’t want to be an Ambassador or a Senator. Your goal, your dream, had always been to have a small plot of land, something you could grow herbs and vegetables, something out of the way and secluded.
It wasn’t … this wasn’t supposed to be your life.
You closed your eyes, unable to keep seeing the blood of the handmaidens who’d been by your side since you were forced into office, slaughtered before your very eyes by none other than General Grievous. Doing everything he could to get you to reveal your planetary defences.
“You’re a monster!”
“And yet, you could’ve saved them,” he chuckled, coughing as he stepped around you, “tell me, Senator, who’s really the monster?”
The truth of his words hit you like a ton of bricks, your eyes focused on each of your ex-handmaidens faces, their sheer terror still imprinted on their cold faces. You killed them, you could’ve lied, given him some false information, kept them alive long enough for someone to rescue you, even if no one did. But you didn’t, you just simply refused to answer, and turned your head as he executed them one by one.
Before you could even respond, the ship jolted as one of the engines exploded.
“Sir, we’re being boarded.” A B1 unit reported, Grievous was annoyed, destroying the B1 droid whose only fault was to have been the one to inform the General.
“Hello there,” a smooth Coruscanti accent filled the bridge, it filled you with hope, as you tried to focus on the man who held your heart.
However, before you could see him, you were knocked out, when debris fell from the ceiling, hitting a droid which subsequently collapsed on you, smacking your head on the way down. Making you fall to the ground, unconscious.
When you finally came to there were hushed whispers being traded back and forth.
“Master, you should really be stepping up to stay?”
“Anakin.”
“What? Isn’t the Senator your girlfriend?”
“That’s… we are friends. Have been for a long time.”
“Right. ‘Friends,’ because I always look at my friends the way you do.”
“Anakin…”
“What? Did I get it wrong? Would it be so wrong?”
“Anakin …” Obi-wan rubbed his forehead, ”attachment is forbidden.”
“How can you deny what is clearly in your heart?” Anakin was more annoyed with his Master.
“Because it is what I must do.”
You cleared your throat as you looked at the two of them. They both froze slowly, turning to look at you. Your eyes locked with the older Jedi of the pair, his cerulean eyes burrowing into your own. You wanted to push away the pain that you had felt in that moment, overhearing the conversation between the two.
“It was you that breached the bridge, Obi-wan? Right?”
“Yes, Senator.” Obi-wan bowed, “It is a pleasure to see you again. You may remember my padawan, Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker.” He pointed to the taller young man. You simply nodded.
“Did…” you fought back the tears, “Did any of my … handmaidens survive?” The look on their faces told you all you needed to know. You were the monster. Grievous was right. “Thank you, for … rescuing … me.” You cleared your throat, “Neither of you need to stay here. I’d prefer to be alone right now.”
Obi-wan and Anakin bowed and left you alone, as soon as the door closed Obi-wan turned back to the door, stroking his beard. Concerned over the emotions he was feeling from the Senator.
“Alright, Anakin, you win. I’ll guard the Senator, you go and do what needs to be done. Update the Council on our progress, I will stay by the Senator’s side to gather more intelligence and report back as soon as you can.”
“Yes, Master.” Anakin bowed and headed to the bridge, grateful his Master decided to finally be honest to himself.
Obi-wan waited outside of your med room, he could sense your grief, your guilt, and your utter feelings of hatred. His heart clenched in pain, he wanted to comfort you, to wrap you up in his arms, to let you know, none of this was your fault, but his feet kept him grounded. He always told you, come what may, he’d be there by your side, yet now, here he was on the other side of the door trying to stay as close as you’d allow him to, maybe he’d hoped for too much.
Even if you didn’t want his presence near you, the very least he could do at the moment was stand by, ready to be of service to you. He settled against the wall as time ticked by, when he sensed her will to live absolutely crumple.
The door opened as Obi-wan peaked his head through, you glanced over to him as you wiped your tears.
“Can I come in darling?”
You shrugged, annoyed not necessarily with him, but with everything.
He was careful about coming over and took a seat at the end of the bed keeping his distance, “Would you like to talk, my dear?”
“I … I …” it was all you were able to get out before you broke down crying. It was all too much, the kidnapping, the deaths, the fear, the adrenaline, why was this your life?
Obi-wan didn’t hesitate, he pulled you into a hug, picking you up, cradling you to his chest as he moved closer to you, and sitting back down on your med bed.
“Shhh, it’s alright my dear.”
“No. It’s not.” You let out through broken sobs.
“What’s not?”
You sat up and moved out of his arms, although truthfully it felt rather nice to be in them. “None of this is all right! I hate this job! I hate this life! I’m responsible for the deaths of seven people. SEVEN. And because I represent our people in the Senate, I have to deal with assassination attempts. NONE OF THIS IS ALL RIGHT! I WISH I COULD DIE!”
He pushed off the bed, his heart breaking into a million pieces as the person he admired and loved for so long was falling apart in front of him. The only thing he could do for you, was to wrap you in a tight hug and never let you go.
“Don’t say that. Please.” His voice trembled, fear gripped his heart, “I need you alive, my dear. I need you alive. Please don’t say that.”
Your voice was muffled as you responded to him, your face buried in his chest, “Why? You … you can’t be by my side… we both know ….”
“Come what may. Remember? I always said come what may, I’ll be there, I will …” he couldn’t finish that sentence. The minute he did he was making a decision he couldn’t back away from, “Until my dying days, I’ll be here.”
He pulled back to look at your face, gently brushing the tears out of your eyes, he didn’t know if it was because you were at your wits end, if because you clearly hadn’t wanted this life but were doing the best you could, or maybe it had to do with the fact that you looked absolutely beautiful in this moment, but all he could think about was how gorgeous your lips looked and how tempting they were.
He slowly leaned forward, tilting your head to meet his, his breath mixing with yours as you both stared into each other’s eyes. You leaned in closer, only to hear the door slide open, you pulled away from Obi-wan wiping your tears, as Anakin stepped with news to share.
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corinthianism's fic recs
here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut
last updated: march 26, 2024
MARVEL
loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)
thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor
peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)
steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)
marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)
wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)
SHERLOCK (BBC)
sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero
SUPERNATURAL
sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut
dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics
castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)
THE SANDMAN
the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics
dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare
CRIMINAL MINDS
aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)
THE BOYS
soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies
homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch
GAME OF THRONES
jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)
STAR WARS
obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)
din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika
DRACULA (BBC)
count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier
LOTR/THE HOBBIT
thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)
DOCTOR SLEEP
dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg
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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 — 𝐨𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!stripper!reader, lapdance, dry humping ( obi gets away with A LOT more than you’re supposed to ), needy!obi, reader has a stage name but no physical descriptions, praise kink, all characters featured are 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3
𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ kiss me you animal by burn the ballroom
“Darling!”
it was hardly audible over the thumping bass from the speakers, but you’d heard someone call out for you. you glance over your shoulder; you had been leaning against the bar, chatting up a regular, and pretending to sip on the cocktail he bought you, when one of the newer girls squeezed through the line at the bar, making a bee line for you. “‘Scuse me.” you flashed a smile at the patron, standing up straighter to meet her as she approached. you lean close with your ear inches from her lips so you can hear her over the music.
“Your fire soldier captain’s here. By the door. See?” as she speaks, she points a sharp, manicured nail towards the entrance. your eyeline follows and you find that she’s absolutely right. Captain Obi had wandered in. even with the Saturday night rush, he stood at least a head over everyone; still clad in a plain black tee that was dusted with ash, and his uniform bottoms, the arms of his suit tied like a belt around his hips. that wasn’t usual— he typically came to the club in his civvies.
you frown, reading his tense expression like a book that was opened just for you. brows knit tightly together, eyes dark and sporting black rings; hell, you could almost see how bloodshot they were from where you were standing. he was looking towards the stage, but when he sees that you’re not the one performing, he shuffled inside and headed for an empty table near the back.
“I need to…” you started, biting on your lip, you look at her and she gives you an affirming nod. “Thanks.” you reply, grateful, and press your hand to her bare back, letting her slip into your spot at the bar. you look to the patron with a flirty smile and lean close to his ear. “This is Angel. She’s brand new, and she’s dying to get to know you. Be good to my girl, okay?”
but, you didn’t exactly wait for an answer. you couldn’t. you gave his shoulder a polite pat, before you turned and weaved through the crowd of people, smiling when they said hello to you, but not bothering to stop and chat. if Obi wasn’t there, you would’ve been much more social, but he took priority. maybe it didn’t make sense to the other girls; there were plenty of bigger, richer fish in the sea, but Obi was special. maybe they’d never understand, and you didn’t mind.
as long as they didn’t get in the way.
and they didn’t.
you noticed that, even though Obi was about to sit by himself at a table, the other girls kept their distance— they knew he would send them away anyways; he only ever came for you. one of the waitresses handed him a drink for the wait, but she smiled when she saw you coming, and you did the same to her, mouthing a “thank you” before you were an arm’s length away from him. you approached from behind, reaching out, with your pinky hooking around his thick, calloused forefinger. he turns, a wave of pure relief on his features. he knew it was you. whether he could smell your sugary perfume in the mix with the others, or he knew the silkiness of your touch by heart, it didn’t matter.
and you didn’t have to say anything. you smiled, soft, and gave his finger a little tug, stepping backwards once, twice, until he was stumbling towards you, and then you led him around the tables. careening around them, you felt his finger twitch, trying to hold on to your pinky tighter as he followed you to the champagne room. you only had to give security time to see you, and the pathetic giant toddling behind you, and he stepped aside so you could draw Obi inside, and the door was closed behind, muffling the music and blocking the rest of the club out— leaving you two alone.
you let go, and step over to the bar, setting your clutch purse down on to it. it’d been a busy night, and the purse’s belly bulged with hundreds of crinkled bills stuffed inside. “You want to hold on to that?” you ask, eyeing the drink that he hadn’t even sipped on. he shook his head, though he was only staring at you, and you smile again, gently plucking it from his hand and setting it down beside your clutch. “Sit down, baby,” you cooed; you could still feel him lingering by you. “Get comfortable.”
he did as instructed, albeit a bit reluctant, plopping down on the velvety couch. he was twice the size meant to fit on such, so he always looked like he was sitting on dollhouse furniture. sometimes, it was funny to watch, especially when he was red faced and squirming, but now he fidgeted, his dark eyes deep, black oceans, and it wasn’t funny anymore.
“I need…” he’d hunched forward, his elbows resting on his massive knees. “I need you.”
you’re already sauntering over to him, placing both hands on the expanse of his broad shoulders and urging him to lean back. “I’m right here.” you assure him, waiting until he’s reclined to step up onto the couch. you’d balanced on it so many times in your heels that it was second nature, now. you start slow, resting a knee against his massive shoulder, you lean forward, rolling your body against him, one of your hands delving into his dark tendrils. they were damp to the touch, probably from sweat, and you cradle the back of his head, combing him to drop it back against your palm. he looks up the length of your scantily clad figure, teeth sinking into his lower lip. “Rough day?” you ask, combing through his hair as you drag yourself against him. you can practically feel the heat from whatever fire he’d just stumbled out of. he nods, but he doesn’t speak. he’s much too entranced, too focused on the way your body moved, fluid and graceful as a swan coasting on a sparkling, midnight lake. his hands ghost over your calf muscle, pulled taut as you balanced. typically, the second a customer reached for you, the dance was over, but you could admit to yourself ( and anyone else for that matter ) that Captain Obi Akitaru had special privileges. he could touch, because he never did so to hurt you. his fingers, though rough and split from countless hours of countless days training, always tried to be as kind and soft as one his size and strength could be.
“You can tell me about it.” you murmured, flipping yourself over so you can slide down his chest on your back. his hand follows up the flare of your hip to hold you close as you wiggled your ass against his groin. “I promise I’m a good listener.”
“No,” he whispers into your neck, perhaps a bit too quick, sitting up to press himself flush to your back, “no I don’t want to. I just want you. I just want to be here with you.”
you were happy to be facing away from him, because the way his voice cracked must’ve embarrassed him, he got quiet after that, simply holding on to your hip as you rubbed into him. even with those thick, uniform pants on, you could feel a firm lump against his thigh, hardening significantly when you targeted and slid over it. you’d be lying to tell yourself that it didn’t turn you on, every time you felt his clothed cock and just how hard it got for you. you’d never once seen it, but you knew every inch by heart, from touch alone. “You are,” you affirmed, “feel me?” you reach back to hook your arm around his neck. “Because I can feel you…”
his breath stuttered as he pushed closer to you, holding on to your hip with one hand, and the other grabbing desperately at the couch cushion underneath him. “I feel you.” it was a moan into your neck where he buried his face. you were hyper aware of his lips pressing against your glitter-coated skin, but you didn’t mind. in fact, he was worshipping the sweetest spots on your neck, and breathing heavy, hot air on to them; it felt so good you wished he’d never stop.
“Good,” you whisper; you’re surprised at just how shaky it is, planting your heels on the floor to lean forward. you had to get away from those addictive kisses, otherwise you might forget that you were only meant to be dancing for him. “Good, baby.” he made a quiet sound of disapproval as you bent over to grab your ankles, shaking your ass back and forth in his face, but both of his hands were holding on to your thighs, thumb pads rubbing firm circles over the skin.
“C’mere, Darling.” he pleaded, leaning back again. he didn’t want to let go, but he had to do so to pat his lap. you felt the heat of a blush on your cheeks and it felt… foreign. you’d been working in the club long enough not to blush like a schoolgirl anymore, but there was something in the baritone of his voice, a need so deep that you could feel it like electricity in the air, and it made you want to swoon. “Please.”
you stand up straight, twirling on your heels to face him, and straddle his gargantuan thighs like he wanted, hips oscillating to the faint baseline of the song booming just outside the door. your fingers are in his hair again, combing it back, but this time, both of his arms hook around your waist and pull you closer to him. “Obi—“ you gasp, surprised. his face nuzzled against your breasts his nose dragging along the sequinned bikini top. you could also feel his hips jutting forward, pressing his hard on against your panties. you stilled for a moment, wide eyed.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, voice husky with lust. you knew he didn’t want to, but if you told him to let go, he would.
you thought about it.
you knew you should say yes.
mixing business with pleasure was a terrible idea.
but you were so wet.
but you shook your head, and eased back down against his bulge, listening to the way he sucked in a harsh breath. “Don’t stop.” you replied, grabbing his hair at the root. fuck it, you thought. “Obi, don’t stop.”
he moans, desperate, pulling you down against his needy rutting, one arm snaking up to hold one of your shoulders, and the other keeping a tight vice on your waist. your back arches, rocking your hips to meet his grinding, and you tilt your head back, eyelids fluttering. the wet patch on your panties left your scent on his groin with each, furious buck of his hips. your lingerie was a flimsy shield from the roughness of his uniform, or the hardness of the cock that he used your body to tend to, so each slide over his lap had you mewling and squirming with pleasure.
“Moan for me again,” Obi begs, stifling his own sounds of ecstasy by killing them in his throat. ��You sound… so beautiful… let me hear it again.”
you acquiesce with a happy purr when he litters your chest with eager love bites, and you pull on his hair with a tight fist, biting down on your lip to relieve some of the pressure building between your hips. “O—Obi, please… that feels good… you feel good…”
Obi grunts in approval, muscles in his herculean biceps bulging, veins poking out, as they contract. you’d never been locked in a hold this strong, and you didn’t mind it at all. if anything, you’d never felt safer.
“Just like that, baby,” you moaned again, back arching. his rutting was becoming more and more fervent, his mouth more passionate and insatiable as he nudges your top aside to bring your breast into his mouth and clamp his teeth on your nipple. “Fuck!” it’s a harsh whisper, the knots tying over and over in your belly pulling tight. you almost can’t believe it— you’re going to cum from this. “Obi! Cumming, oh god, I’m cumming!”
he holds you tighter when you come undone, bear hugging your much smaller frame so you can’t run away from euphoria, and instead ride out every, last wave of mind blowing pleasure, calling his name over and over, your eyes closing under the rush.
it was after several moments of shuddering and heavy panting that you finally came back, and realized you’d soaked not only your panties, but his uniform as well, and you sheepishly press a hand to it. “Sorry about that.” you mumble, but he shakes his head, letting go of you to cup one hand over yours.
“That’s not only you, sweetheart.” he replied, “I came minutes before you did.”
his massive chest was still heaving, but you were pleased to see his usual smile was tickling the corners of his lips.
your blush deepened in heat and magnitude. why hadn’t he told you? did he think that he owed it to you to make sure you enjoyed yourself, too? you mirror the smile, your own just as genuine, as you consider how lucky you were to have been working the first night he stumbled into the club the year prior.
you clear your throat, shifting on his lap, and tap his chest with both hands, “Well, luckily for you, I think my legs are pretty much jello right now, so we’re going to sit right here like this until I’m confident I won’t break my neck trying to wobble back out onto the floor.”
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scars like mine
let’s say you have scars like obi does, just from your work as shirayukis knight. kind of how he acts with them, or how he sees them.
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you’ve collected scars over the years from your time as a bodyguard and protector. being on a lady like yourself, it has caused you to garner some words you wish you’d rather not hear.
“no one will ever marry you looking like that!!”
“you would be so beautiful if it wasn't for those pesky scars...” older men would say shaking their head.
rolling your eyes, and biting your tongue, you would just keep pressing forward. it shouldn’t of been as important as it was to other people that you had these markings. it wasn’t something you had minded until more recently. maybe they were causing you to...look more unattractive than you had wanted. it was hard to ignore those who had kept saying the same things over and over again. that was until you had met obi. obi was someone who worked for zen. he was sweet, and funny. he joked around, but always took everything seriously when it mattered. he had a contagious laugh.
“you’re beautiful” was the first two words that left his mouth when he first saw you. he looked stunned, his mouth slightly hanging open and his eyes wide, as if he was trying to soak you up as much as he could. it made it look like it was the first and last time he was ever going to see you. of course, you were taken aback. that was the last thing you were expecting to hear out of his mouth. you chuckled nervously- maybe he was joking?
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it hadn’t been long after that you two had started dating. there was an instant connection and he made you feel things you never knew you could feel. he was kind and soft. you loved spending time with him. as you laid in bed together you were facing each other. not much was being said, and you were starting to close your eyes. you felt a soft callused hand on your cheek, fingers moving over your lips and nose.
“who did this to you...” he murmured. your eyes opened slowly to see his eyes fixated on your nose and eyebrow. you knew why he was looking there. there was a scar running across the side of your nose, and one through the arch of your eyebrow, running up on your forehead. there was also one on the right upper corner of your lip, and a simple slash under your eye. he had never asked about them before. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. you had often worried about them, but after being with him, you felt better about yourself. he made you feel that way.
“it was a long time ago, probably when I was first starting out. it was either me or shirayuki. i made sure they never touched her, she didn’t do anything to deserve it.”
“well, you didn’t deserve it either.” he said frowning a bit.
you chuckled nervously. “it is what it is, and she is safe. i didn’t mind them, until more recently...” you said avoiding eye contact. he furrowed his brows. “why do you mind now?” he questioned. “ahhh well...you know...people talk....” you said quietly. he sighed quietly.
“you’re beautiful.” he said sternly. “there isn’t anything wrong with having scars. they’re not something to be ashamed of. you lived through something, and it shows. that is simply it.” he said cupping your face. you softly smiled.
“thank you my dear.” you kissed his nose softly before further snuggling into his chest. he held you close like you hoped he always would.
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