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Concessions

Chapter 4

Pairing: Obi Wan/FemReader

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, orgasm denial, edging, porn with very little plot

Description: Obi Wan chooses to undertake a trial that forbids him from sex for one year, and asks you to serve as his witness. As his close friend, you don't mind helping him. The rules of the trial are very clear. You make it your personal mission to find every exception.

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"Perhaps you should go," Obi Wan says, turning away from you after he closes the door to his quarters.

"I will," you assure him, already coming closer, not willing to let him put any distance between you. "Just as soon as we're finished."

He glances back at you, raising his brows in that helpless way of his, looking decidedly done with your antics, yet ravenously aroused despite it all. "We both have commitments in the morning."

You step around him, sliding your hands beneath his robe and dropping it to the floor, running your palms down his chest and pushing him firmly backward. "We'll be quick."

When his back hits the wall, a soft huffing noise leaves him. "Like we were in the detention cell?"

Your cheeks flush. Teasing him with soft licks, pulling off just to make him moan for you - to hear him plainly confess that you'd made him feel good... His accusation is embarrassingly well-founded. You clearly hadn't been speeding to the finish.

"Have it your way," you answer, voice as coolly detached as you can manage while everything in you is pulled tight, burning to touch him again. "I won't even use my mouth."

Your hand cups him through his clothes and he looks pained, almost sick. The creases in the corners of his eyes deepen and his face contorts into a scowl even as he lifts his chin and rests his head back against the wall to get a better view. He watches under heavy eyelids as you gather his pants and tug them down.

You lean into him, loving the way he twitches in your hand, and whisper close to his ear, "It'll be fast, promise."

He's still wearing that disapproving face when you squeeze him, already hard and throbbing between his legs. He's so pent up you can almost feel the heat radiating off of him. No matter how hard he pinches his brow, it doesn't help his case one bit. His eyes haven't left your hand for a moment. When you tug him, hot and dry and quick, your name falls from his mouth in a reflexively disapproving tone.

You just keep murmuring warm words against his neck. "Relax. Let me make you feel good."

A soft string of expletives drift through his clenched teeth. He's sucking air, hissing, trying to keep the stutter in his breath under control.

"I'll be honest, Obi Wan," you purr right next to his ear. "I am glad you didn't ask someone else. Having the chance to do this has been..."

You started the sentence with the intention to keep nudging him toward orgasm as fast as possible. Just running your mouth with whatever seductive words came to mind. But you've loosed a little too much of the truth, and you find you can't finish the thought.

Instead, you flick your wrist and curl your palm up and over his head, dragging through the precum that's been slowly pouring out of him since the detention cell. Your other hand slips down to cup his swollen balls, and he makes a strangled gasping sound.

"Fuck, mmm, there, it's-" he huffs through shaky breaths.

Again, he's saying, without saying it. You eagerly obey, stroking his cock and gently playing with his balls until his eyes have rolled back and he's starting to murmur filthy words you've never heard before.

"Oh, I'm close-" he chokes out after a few more moments of this; hardly any effort on your part. You're heaving your breaths right along with his, and you can almost feel how wide your pupils must be blown out right now, watching him writhing at your touch, right at the edge of coming. You feel perverted, eyes glued to his cock, only tearing up every few seconds to glimpse his sweaty, delirious face, waiting for the moment when his suffering turns to ecstasy.

"Come for me," you push. "I want to see it."

I want to taste it, you think, but you wonder if it might be too much to admit.

As if it's the first time it's occurred to him, Obi Wan opens his eyes to toss a quick, frantic glance at the table, and then around him.

"Blast, I hadn't-" his eyes roll closed again when you speed up your strokes, not wanting him to get distracted. His voice goes strained and airy. "Where- where shall I-"

It's so fastidious of him, wondering if he should make a mess of your clothes or the floor, and you can't help a little gush of adoration for him at the sight of his helpless, urgent face. You're about to give him your answer by falling to your knees when you hear a faint knocking sound.

Both of your hands still, and he drops the hem of his tunic to cover himself. Your eyes flick up to his.

"What was that?" you whisper, desperately hoping you can both agree to pretend you didn't hear it.

He swallows, giving a shake of head before looking frustratedly at the door.

You softly graze him a few times, not willing to give up. Not again.

"Master?" a small voice calls through the wood.

Obi Wan's eyes close and the mussed hair at the back of his head meets the wall as he releases a long, slow breath through his nose.

"Just a moment," he calls back, and you have to fight not to audibly groan.

You let him go when he tugs his pants back up, and you back across the room when he goes for the door. He stops to seemingly gather himself, silent and unmoving for a long moment before he opens it. The lights of the city illuminate the hall window behind the small figure in the doorway.

"Anakin," Obi Wan says with a slight tone of concern. "What is it?"

The boy isn't quite meeting his eyes. "I... had a nightmare."

Obi Wan sighs while Anakin looks off to the side. "My padawan..." he says softly, "we've discussed this before. You're getting too old for this... this..."

You can see, even in the dim light, how Anakin's little brow tightens, his downcast stare turning hard and sullen. Obi Wan doesn't finish his sentence. He just sighs again. "Come in."

Anakin finds you standing in the kitchen, pretending to find something to drink in the conservator. "Hi Ani," you greet him with a warm smile. It's not his fault, after all, that your evening is now hideously and irrevocably ruined. "You okay?"

His questioning stare turns shy again. "Yes, I'm okay."

"You can sleep in the main room," Obi Wan calls from behind him, already laying down blankets on the couch in what seems to be part of a too-familiar routine.

Anakin blushes and turns around, clearly not having expected to explain himself to anyone besides Obi Wan. Gratefully, you put down your juice and head for the door.

"We can work on that report some other time, Obi Wan," you tell him, catching his violently repressed gaze as you leave. "See you later."

"Of course," he answers, short and clipped. "Some other time."

'Some other time' arrives more swiftly than you'd expected.

You've seen more of him in the temple today than you can stand, really. You'd been obligated to participate in a training exhibition for a class of padawan learners, and when you'd walked in to see him in a tight-fitting undershirt, training rod in hand and soft, billowing pants hung loosely around his waist, you'd nearly turned around and walked out. The grappling portion of the demonstration had bordered on torture.

And at the end of the day, finally able to find some time alone in your quarters, there's one task more pressing than all others. You'd hardly made it through the door before you were stripping.

Perhaps it's unbefitting a young Jedi to find herself flushed, straining to remove her clothes, and shuffling beneath her covers to touch herself while thinking of another Jedi's warm breath tickling her ear, his legs wrapped around her waist as he'd pinned her to the ground. But you don't much care, at the moment. You're a luminous being, to be sure, but your body has been ignored for higher ideals all day.

Your middle finger is just about to brush the tip of your relief when your comlink finds the worst possible time to go off. Sucking air between your teeth, you sit up, pushing the covers back to check the screen and make sure you can ignore the call. Unfortunately, Master Plo's name is illuminated, and you quickly pull on your clothes and become a decent Jedi once again.

"...yes, Master. I'm sorry my last report was a bit further down the timeline than expected..."

"Oh, it isn't? Then how may I..."

"Oh, that's terrible..."

"... No, I have no other pressing matters..."

"... I see. Does- does Obi Wan know that you've asked me? Of course. Yes, I can leave right away..."

And that conversation is how you now find yourself requisitioning a ship at an unreasonably late hour, awaiting the arrival of Obi Wan and his padawan at the docks.

The path you'd charted for Master Plo's operation in the Shaltin Tunnels requires a stop near Florum for refueling. There are no alternate stops due to a recent dispute on Zygeria, meaning the one you'd planned is the only option. Unfortunately for everyone, pirates had gotten wind that there was only one feasible stop for Republic-friendly ships, and had threatened the private operators of the fuel depot, in an effort to commandeer the depot, and the profits. The pirates' plan had backfired, and rather than have their fuel in the hands of brigadeers and losing all their money, the fuel depot halted their supply line and closed business to relocate.

This essentially now means that no traffic can flow through the tunnels, but more importantly, it means that the mercy mission Plo had been planning for months to bring supplies to refugees of the Jedi-Zygerian conflict will be cancelled unless you can find a way to convince the fuel depot to reopen, at least temporarily, with the promise of Jedi protection.

It makes sense for him to have asked you. You're the one with the most up-to-date knowledge of navigating the tunnels. And Obi Wan, though still young, is already gaining a reputation as a skilled negotiator. You're the right team, no doubt.

The fact that heading to the Outer Rim will mean several days of hyperspace travel together, on a small ship, with nothing to do but kill time... that's the part that's making you tap your stylus on your data pad, biting your lip as you check your supply list for the seventh time.

At least it won't be just the two of you. Anakin will take up practically all of his time and attention, and while he's training his apprentice, you'll spend all your extra time in your personal quarters. You check the ship's layout again, to locate them.

Oh, wonderful - you have the largest available ship tonight, and there are no private quarters. Just one shared crew-rest room, with bunks built into the interior wall.

It's fine. Who needs privacy, anyway?

You're brought out of your thoughts when you hear Anakin and Obi Wan's voices approaching. It's hard to pinpoint where they are, in the dim light on the other side of the ship. You can hear them both, but Anakin's sounds fainter.

"Master, please, this isn't fair-"

"Fairness has nothing to do with it, young padawan. I need you to hear my words: Your lightsaber is your life. It's not simply another object, to be easily replaced."

"I know that, Master, I know-"

"If you knew, then you wouldn't be arguing."

You watch Obi Wan emerge from the shadows, talking to the small figure he's holding in his hand. Anakin's holoimage is scowling profusely.

"I shouldn't be punished just because my lightsaber got crushed. Something bad already happened to me, and now you're making it worse."

Obi Wan gives you a slight lift of his eyes in greeting as he nears you, bringing the conversation to an end. "Anakin, this is not a punishment, though it is a lesson. You must stay behind to attend the next gathering in a few days. I will not have you join me on a mission without a weapon."

There's a pause, Anakin's mouth screwed up in what you anticipate to be the start of another argument, but he eventually drops his head. "Yes, Master," he grouses, looking to the side.

"Goodnight, Anakin. May the Force aid you on your journey."

"Goodnight, Master," the sullen voice replies as Obi Wan marches past you, entering the cargo bay of the ship and shutting off his comlink.

You follow him inside, a smirk forthcoming despite your apprehension at hearing that Anakin won't be joining you.

Obi Wan sighs tiredly, then turns to look back at you. "Well, is everything ready?"

"It is," you answer, then let your smirk loose. "Anakin's lost another lightsaber? Hopefully he's learning his lesson this time."

"It isn't a lesson," He says dismissively as he strides over to the pilot's controls, pulling up the ship's schematic. "It's a punishment."

You lift your eyebrows in amusement, following him.

"Either way..." you drawl, folding your arms as you lean against the console next to him, datapad hanging casually over your elbow. "Looks like it's just the two of us."

He looks up at you, then back to the screen, and flicks his eyebrows without looking at you to indicate he'd heard what you said. But he doesn't say anything back.

"So," you go on, carefully testing the waters, "I was wondering... should these be on the list, or no?"

You uncross your arms, turning the datapad so he can see the supply list, scrolled to the bottom where the last item reads 'binders'.

He frowns thoughtfully. "I don't forsee any need to take prisoners."

You shift against the console, loosing a breath. Is he intentionally making this difficult?

"Not for that."

"For-" His face drops. "Oh."

"I could... finish what we started," you offer, mustering your boldness.

"N-no," he stammers. You've never heard him stammer in your life. "I don't, uh..." He tilts his chin down, clearing his throat and evening out his tone. "I think we should focus on our mission."

A few long beats pass while you let your eyes dance over his face, working out his expression. He has to be so pent up right now, but you wouldn't know it from looking. You can't blame him, though, for not wanting to try after the most recent, painful denial.

"Okay," you say softly, a small smile in place. "We can focus on the mission."

You go back to studying your checklists as the bay doors close and Obi Wan locks in your coordinates. The lights of Coruscant are soon replaced with the lights of hyperspace, and all your interruptions and excuses are replaced with the cold, quiet hum of an empty ship.

Yawning as the caf finishes brewing, you take out one mug from the ship's small galley, and then a second. It's been a long day-cycle. You've both spent some time settling in, putting your supplies and belongings away, and now there's nothing left to do but to wait and to prepare.

Obi Wan has taken his place right back at the pilot's seat, one leg crossed over the other as he flips through screens on his datapad. You bring the two mugs with you as you make your way back over to him. Hooking your finger out from the side of your caf, you press a button on the wall that slides out a chair, and you bump the other mug against Obi Wan's shoulder as you take your seat.

"Caf?"

He glances at it, then hums his appreciation as he takes it from you. "Thank you."

You study him for a moment, then tilt your head. "Well?"

"Yes?" he asks without looking up.

"I thought we could talk about our plan of approach."

He lifts his gaze. "Our plan?"

You were sipping your drink, but you abruptly stop. "The mission?"

He taps the screen in his lap and it goes dark. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I have been tasked with negotiations. There is no need for both of us to be involved."

Your eyebrow wrenches violently upward, but you manage to keep your tone calm. "So, if you're the negotiator, that makes me the... what?"

"Navigator," he finishes easily.

"Navi-" You cut yourself off before you raise your voice. Then you try again. "If I didn't know better, I would say It sounds like you expect me to sit on the ship while you do all the work."

"You don't need to stay on the ship, but if you'll allow me the courtesy of taking the lead..."

Allow him the courtesy. You can't deny his skill in manipulation. He's already crowned himself captain of the team, and now he'll pretend to defer to your authority. You can hardly keep from rolling your eyes. But there's no point in arguing, as long as the job gets done.

You take a long sip to maintain your composure. "Alright. So what is your plan, then?"

He straightens his shoulders, then answers simply, "I haven't got a plan." When you widen your eyes, he quickly adds, "It isn't necessary."

"What do you mean it isn't necessary?"

He sighs, then uncrosses his leg and places his caf on the control panel. "Being overprepared before first contact can often do more harm than good. I don't wish to form any opinions until we meet."

You laugh a little, in disbelief. "You don't want to overprepare, so you make no plans at all?"

"The fuel depot is owned by humans, yet we do not know anything about them. Not what system they hail from, their enemies or allies... The only reliable information is that they seek to make credits, and they don't particularly care for pirates."

"Fine. No direct plan of approach," you allow. "Then why not at least practice some possible scenarios?"

"I would rather not."

"You'd rather not." You shake your head. "Why? Why not let me help you?"

"It just isn't necessary."

You let your irritation collapse into silence. If you were giving anyone else the look you're giving him, they would shrink in discomfort. But he meets your hard stare with one of his own, and you feel your pulse beginning to pound.

"I see now. This is about your ego."

You say it, and you stand up and walk away.

You convince yourself you're giving him the unflinching criticism of the Jedi, pointing out his flaws while not sparing his feelings. But as you turn your back to him, reaching again for the caf to top off your cup, you know you said it not only because it's true, but because it felt good.

"You can believe what you like," he says, and you hear him leave his chair. "But I have my own methods, and you should respect that."

You sniff a short laugh, not looking back at him. "Okay, sure. I'll respect your method of removing me from my own mission."

"That isn't a fair assessment. Each of us have certain strengths-"

"Who do you think you're talking to?" you interrupt. "Don't condescend to me, Obi Wan. You want the satisfaction of knowing you saved the day, again."

"I don't want anything, except to help Master Plo accomplish his goals."

"Unless it means that you don't make all the decisions along the way."

Suddenly, he's beside you, clearly tired of talking to your back. He puts his hand on the countertop next to your mug, and catches your eyes. "I don't find this amusing."

You raise your brows. "I wasn't joking."

"I won't have my integrity questioned."

You turn to him, arms folded. "I wasn't questioning your integrity. I just don't understand why you don't see me as an asset. It seems foolish."

He scoffs. "Of course I see you as an asset. And I am not trying to diminish your abilities-"

"It's funny to hear you insist upon that point, and yet-"

"Stars!" Obi Wan finally shouts over you. Then he rolls his eyes, looking off to the side in exasperation. "Why do you have to be so..."

You blink, startled by his outburst, and suddenly aware that you've slowly backed up against the side wall of the small galley area. You cross your arms tighter, bracing your back against it. "So... what?"

"So..." he trails off, seeming to be searching for the right word. "...abrasive."

"Abrasive?"

"Yes, and difficult," he says, voice softer, but holding an edge that hadn't been there before.

You let the comment hang between you, noting the tension in his jaw. He's still staring at you, unflinching. Usually he would apologize right about now. But when he doesn't back down, you tamp down the thrumming in your chest and take a breath before responding with as neutral a tone as you can manage. "If you find me so abrasive and difficult, then why have we been friends for as long as we have?"

He doesn't reply, just closes his mouth and stares through you. It looks like he's trying to come up with an answer, which makes you bristle.

"Why did you ask me for help with the Nikkama if you can't stand to be around me?" you push.

Your question clearly gets under his skin, and several odd emotions swim through his gaze before he finally answers. "Perhaps that was a mistake."

Your stomach drops. You hadn't expected that, but you won't give him the satisfaction of reacting. You shrug yourself up from the wall, making him back up a little, and slide out of the galley to head back to the crew quarters.

"Well, glad we have that clarified. I'm going to have a rest. If I have permission for that, Captain."

He calls your name as you walk away, and you don't bother to look back, pressing the button to close the door behind you.

You emerge from the refresher, towel-drying and still very on-edge, much later.

Alone in the crew quarters, you'd found meditation elusive in your current state, and decided to try a shower to clear your mind. It calmed you down a little, but Obi Wan's words are still needling you as you slide into your underclothes. They're going to be spinning in your head for a long time, you realize. Maybe this was a mistake, after all. Just like he'd said.

The soft fabric slips up your thighs as your towel drops to the floor, and you're just closing up the front of your bodice when the door to the room slides open.

Obi Wan doesn't see you at first, crossing over to where you're standing beside the bunks built into the wall. The lights in the room are turned down from when you'd been trying to meditate. When he looks up and sees you, he stops dead where he stands.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he says, averting his eyes immediately to the floor. "I heard the refresher and I thought... thought I had time to- to..."

He's already halfway back to the door, not finishing his sentence, when you ask bluntly, "To what?"

"There is a datacard I need," he explains, still looking at the ground. "I will find it later. I apologize."

You scowl, pulling on your loose-flowing pants and tying them off at your waist. "Might as well get it now."

"No, it's not-"

"They're your quarters, too. Just get whatever you need," and get out, you want to add, but you hold your tongue.

He hesitates, then turns without looking at you, walking back to his bunk. He doesn't say a word as you watch him retrieve his bag of personal supplies.

His silence drags on, and you want to get your tunic, but he's standing between you and your bed where it sits. So instead, you watch him dig and pretend not to be feeling as exposed as you are.

"Did you get those files on Cadinth I sent you?" you ask, trying to pass the time.

"I did," he replies, sorting through the bag and not looking up.

"Did you review them?"

He doesn't answer.

"Did you even glance at them?"

"I've said I have the files."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I will get to them."

"When?"

He drops the top of his bag, resting it on the bunk, and looks over at you, keeping his eyes leveled at your face. "I've told you I will read them. Why must you doubt everything I say?"

"Because you're doubting me first," you retort, childishly. "I told you everything I sent was relevant, so why put off reading it?"

"I have a process."

"And everything needs to go according to your plans."

"I could say the same of you."

You feel your cheeks heating, frustration simmering up to a boiling point. "What is that supposed to mean?"

He turns toward you, his task forgotten. "You seem to imply I have a problem with control. Perhaps you should look inward."

"Unbelievable. You're going to turn this on me?"

"I'm simply pointing out-"

"No, you're choosing not to listen. And as usual, you're manipulating things in your favor."

"In my favor?" He takes a few steps toward you as he talks. "Nothing about this situation has been in my favor. On that, you can be assured."

"Which part, exactly, has been so trying for you? Unilaterally planning the mission based on your personal preference? Or just dealing with me? Is that it?"

"Stop trying my patience. You are looking for an argument, and I won't be drawn into it."

Your eyes widen. Then you sneer. "I am so tired of you trying to put me in my place."

He barks an insulted laugh. "I've done no such thing."

"Really?" you ask. "Then tell me, what do you call what you've been doing? I have all the same training and experience as you, and yet I'm not worthy of taking part in your mission? I'm a liability?"

"No," he scowls, tossing a look at the wall like he's trying to gather himself.

"Then what? What am I?"

"A distraction," he spits, instantly, as if it's been on the edge of spilling out of him for quite some time.

Your jaw goes rigid, your head suddenly filled with static. That's the way he views you?

His eyes soften for a moment, and he opens his mouth as if he's about to take it back, but that would only be more insulting - pretending he didn't mean it. You don't want to give him the chance.

"You've always been arrogant, but this is a whole new level."

His scowl deepens. "That is not what I meant. I'm not... not capable of-"

"Of thinking from anyone's point of view but your own?" You huff derisively. "I don't see how any explanation you give would make this less insulting. I'm a Jedi Knight, same as you, Obi Wan, and I deserve the same-"

"Yes, you are!" he bursts out, nearly making you take a step back as he closes the distance between your bodies. "Have you considered behaving like one?"

Your brow pinches, but you're too distracted by him pressing in close to respond properly. "I... what- what are you..."

"You have shown no compassion; no consideration." You see the frustration in his eyes as he closes in. "And I am at your mercy, unfortunately for us both."

"I don't understand what that means," you murmur, still overcome with irritation, but put off-balance now, by the way he's talking.

He glares at you. "Don't- don't play the fool." His gaze slides down to where your clavicle rises and falls, the tops of your breasts spilling over your tight underclothes. He quickly flicks his eyes back up to your face. "It doesn't suit you."

That one look is enough to make you squeeze your thighs together, but it isn't enough to cool your temper. "You're the fool, if you think you can guilt me into following your orders by quoting principles at me."

It shouldn't thrill you so much to watch the corner of his mouth curl in displeasure, but it does.

"You're impossible."

"Oh? The perfect Jedi finally admits he lacks compassion, but only when it comes to me."

"It's not compassion I lack," he grits out.

"Then what is it, Obi Wan?" you ask, practically talking against his mouth.

His lashes flutter as he drops them once, then twice, to your parted lips. But the signals lighting up in your brain have to be wrong, because he can't be thinking of kissing you.

You try, desperately, to get things back on track. But when you speak, your voice comes out as a whisper. "What is it you lack?"

Silence. Silence. Silence. And then - his mouth on yours.

He kisses you deeply, and suddenly all of the fury you'd built up inside is translated into the pent up, raw hunger that it truly is. His hand is holding your jaw, pulling you close, keeping you steady for him to devour. You whimper softly, and he answers the question at last:

"Control."

You exhale, whining against his tongue as he walks you backward, gripping your waist and pressing you down into the lowest bunk. Your hands fly up into his hair, clutching wildly at soft, golden fistfuls, and letting your fingers run down his scalp as he lowers his mouth to your neck. Heat pulses between your legs as he drags his wet mouth over your sensitive skin.

"Fuck," you moan, "This is- we can't... We're not supposed to..."

He groans into your neck, and the sound makes everything in you pull up tight and hot. He closes his mouth over yours again, teeth grazing your bottom lip. You pull him in deeper, your teeth clashing with his as the kiss devolves into something messier, more primal, more urgent.

You roll your hips, needing to feel more of him, and his body eagerly responds. He's stiff in his pants, and feeling him drag against you is making you lose your mind. Your hand instinctively moves to touch him, but he grips your wrist with iron-clad certainty.

"Stop," he says, even as he continues kissing you. "I can't- can't take it."

He presses your hand into the bed until you go limp, and then releases. You bring it up to his face, rubbing your palm along his bearded jaw. "I'll take care of you," you plead into his mouth. "Just let me."

His breath is getting ragged, and when he pulls back, his lips are swollen, bright with color from being sucked and bitten. He shakes his head, brow pinched tight. "I wish that I could, darling, but stars above, just look at you."

Your panting breath cuts off, caught in your throat. You try, but your mind isn't functioning enough to say anything in response.

"If I do not stop now, I won't stop at all." He leans down to kiss you, pressing his lips softly against yours. Then he whispers, floating warm words against your ear, "You'll have me begging to finish inside of you."

Your eyes squeeze shut as you wonder if it's possible to come just from his voice. He nips just below your jaw, then sucks slowly down your neck as you do your best not to writhe out of your clothes.

"And we can't have that, can we?" he rumbles at the side of your throat.

It takes every last drop of your willpower to shake your head, but you do it.

"N-no."

No. You agree. Of course not.

But... fucking why, again?

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A helpful hand

At some point, Camilo realizes how much he actually likes cooking

@encantober-official prompt — recipe

And another bingo!

Camilo never expected to like cooking as much as he did.

Eve back in the day, sometimes he stayed with Tia Julieta. Helping her out with a nice dinner. A spare pair of hands was always needed. Whenever it was for cutting vegetables, knead ingredients or make sure it wasn't burn. It seemed to be a delicate process, (not like it was true with Camilo, it had always been a mess with him)

While helping, he also learnt new recipes. Something basic in case children would go hungry and Camilo couldn't go out to get something. It was an important part of babysitting. Taking responsibility to ensure his wards were all in good body and mind. And as he loved a good meal more than anything, he knew how important it was to serve the best of his abilities.

The real love for kitchen work came when he had stopped trying to follow guidance. Yes, at first it had caused very bad results. Camilo lept messing everything up, trying to figure it out. But it also had bring him so much more joy than it did before. Ecstas of waiting until he could see id there was any progress. Not to mention all the fun he had. Without anything set in stone (or paper) It opened a full room of excitement of experimentijg.

And because he was practicing, his knowledge grew. Was meat raw after hour and a half? Okay, put it back. Burned after two hours? Noted! It was a fun way to spend his free time. Tia Julieta was usually around to help him out with planning. Explaining how different food worked together and what he had to do to make the new meal. Her adulty nature very helped in terms of coaching, as upsetting as it was for Camilo's messiness.

In extension, he started to take a major part in family cooking. Often joining for a dinner (also allowing himself to choose what he would eat) Sometimes completely replacing Julieta at the kitchen if she didn't feel like staying in the kitchen. It wasn't as good as hers, but still decent enough to be eatable. It took a while, but soon his skills became very apparent in the family.

Camilo couldn't blame others for their sheer surprise. Unless there were children involved, Camilo tended to be reckless and way too chaotic and dangerous in the upcoming dramatism.

And he had to admit, he was confused. Because such a hobby wasn't something anyone would think was a suit for him.

"But you would act responsible for babies?" Tía looked at him as he spoke about ot one day. Just a quick word withoutrealization, nodding at his worried efforts. "What's the difference in here?"

Sure thing, he would. Camilo was proud to say he had a parental streak. Often helping townies with taking care of their little ones. He had adored kids and enjoyed being a babysitter for them. With all chaos he could muster and childishness he still acted like a spare parent.

So maybe, he had it coming. As being a self-declared mom. It made sense he would enjoy these types of activities so often associated with parenthood. Julieta was right, there was no change. If sometimes he had to make lunch for the kids in his care, of course it would spread onto the other occasions too.

And so what if the thing wasn't usually portrayed as boyish job? Babysitting was expected from women either. But Camilo enjoyed being a parent notherless. He loved kids. As Isabela had jokingly mocked him, Camilo and her mother did share the part of being motherly-natured.

So he joined in for a cook every time he could. A nice pair of addictional hands was always needed

#encanto #camilo madrigal #julieta madrigal #fanfic #ao3 author #encantober #encantober recipe

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yukasyukasyukasyukas · 2 months ago

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William Woodiam albums and songs from my favorite to my least favorite

Live versions, singles and ft.s not included as well as songs from albums that aren't on Spotify and prince ali because I'm lazy, besides for the song "...And if I did it, you deserved it" because I love that song🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁🪱🐁

In case I make it

Cicada days

Tomcat disposables

Half-decade hangover

Euthanasia

Against the kitchen floor

That's enough let's get you home

It's kind of a lot

Willard!

White noise

Becoming last names

You liked this (okay, computer)

Vampire reference in minor key

Big fat bitchie's blueberry pie idk what comes after

The main Character

The new normal/ the normal album

Blue velvet/ Suburbia overture

Karen, thanksdfghkjkl for the casserole whatever comes next/ Marsha, thankk you for the dialects but now I need you to leave

The moral implications of a deterministic universe feat. The Onceler/ Laplace's angel/ (and 2018 live at studio demos)

...well, better than the alternative

I lied about the apple thing/ outliars and Hippocrates

Ideas only spread because people like them, the "free market of ideas" is not a meritocracy, it's set of unhealthy coping skills and a corporate oligarchy, wake up, man! Don't let the lies dim you light! Anyways, this one is black box warrior/ BlacBoxWarrior- OKULTRA

A knee-slapping joke referring to how ending tracks on Will Wood albums are always kind of like that/ memento mori/ (and 2018 studio demos)

I/ me/ myself

Second Sight Seer/ 2econd 2ight 2eer

...And if I did it, you deserved it

And the ringmaster is pleased to introduce...

He'll use me for his needle show

We killed Amanda Palmer, Mystery solved

Bleüctipie

Doctors & dealers

Ecsta est fabula, Aplaudite!

Drugs ain't cheap in Poughkeepsie

Recurring Nightmare #432

Nüburbåtizé

Sing the Singer/songwriter song

If we're not careful, we'll turn into alcoholics. I mean... Catholics

Self-ish

Cottard's solution

Mr. Capgras encounters a secondhand vanity

The song with five names a.k.a Soapbox Tao a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists a.k.a. Neospace Government (A.K.A. you can never know)

2012

Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!

-ish

Dr. Sunshine is dead

Self-

Camp here and there (omg, it's CJ and CHB colors)

Your body, my temple

When somebody needs you

The rhumba of death

Venetian blind man

Under a technicolor sky

Evening announcements

Under a monochromatic sky

Afternoon announcements

Yes, to err is human, so don't be one

Good morning, campers!

Morning announcements

Welcome to camp here and there

Everything is a lot

Skeleton appreciation day in vestal, NY

Front steet

¡Aikido!

Cover this song

White knuckle jerk

6up 5oh cop-out

Chemical overreaction/ compound fracture

Jimmy's mushroom's last drink

Thermodynamics lawyer

The first step

Everything is a lot

Red moon

#will wood and the tapeworms #will wood #will wood icimi #icimi #everything is a lot #camp here and there #in case i make it #salf-ish #and the ringmaster is pleased to introduce #a verbal equinox

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The Outcast | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

This is dedicated to my beautiful Meleth Nin @sirenofzaun , I adore you baby girl 💚

Word count: 1,085

(NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI.)

Warnings: Hickeys, fingering, pussy eating (r receiving, virgin reader, first time)

You were in love with the 'Freak' of Hawkins High, Eddie Munson.

You weren't even sure when the hell that started but here you were, head over heels in love with the quirky Dungeon Master. Eddie had invited you to his trailer since his Uncle had been out of town for something, and the two of you had been relaxing in his room. The brunette rolled a few joints, lighting one up to share with you, helping to soothe any of your anxieties, and eventually the conversations started to flow much more smoothly. Hell, even some more.. Risque topics had come up- one you couldn't help but to be curious of: Sex. Of course you'd seen the handcuffs on his wall, the Condoms strewn about on his dresser. Eddie truly had no shame in his sexuality. Though he was a little surprised when you admitted you were a Virgin.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his perfect lips, making you shudder in delight and a familiar heat pool between your legs. Sure, you had spent many late nights fantasizing about sex with Eddie, touching yourself.. But good Gods, was it thrilling to talk to him about it face to face; despite your terribly blushing face, which the metal head found utterly adorable and your racing heart you put on a brave face. Much to your surprise, he made you an offer you couldn't resist.

"Well sweetheart, if you ever get curious and want to know anything, I'd be more than happy to talk sex with ya.. Or even show you a thing or two~"

Your breath caught within the back of your throat, and all you could do was nod, giving Eddie a pleading look. The weed had made you more in tune with your senses, and Christ were you getting back into your submissive nature, feeling a wetness begin to pool in your panties. A dark chuckle could be heard from the man looming above you, his large, ring-clad hands grip your waist and lift you with ease onto his bed.

"I'll be gentle this time. Just sit back and enjoy what I have to offer you"

Within minutes, the two of you were completely bare for one another, Eddie positioning you how he wanted, spreading your legs and admiring your weeping cunt.

"Already so wet for me princess~"

A soft hum left Eddie, shifting to take off his rings and set them aside so he didn't harm you at all. He then slid onto his stomach, pressing gentle kisses up your right thigh, nibbling and sucking little love bites into your silky smooth skin, relishing in the delicate whimpers leaving your lips.

"I'll make you feel good babes. Just be a good girl and relax. Deep breaths, and don't be afraid to make some noise for me. I love hearing how good I make you feel"

Without another word, the brown eyed man kissed his way to your pretty pussy, licking a stripe up your slit and flicking his tongue over your sensitive little clit. Hearing the gasp and strangled cry leave you was only adding fuel to the fire within him. Closing his eyes, Eddie went to town. The man focused for a while on just sucking, licking and nibbling on your clit, loving every little noise you made for him. Every desperate bucking of your hips, grinding your cunt into his face only made him chuckle deeply, daring to vibrate your delicate bud, which in turn made you arch your back and grip at his curly locks.

Smirking against your core, Eddie shifted slightly, bringing his hand to your entrance to gather your slick onto two fingers, easing them inside slowly to get you used to the sensation. He watched you closely, monitoring your face for any discomfort or need for him to stop, but when you showed none, he curled his fingers. Beginning nice and slow, licking and sucking at your clit hungrily while pumping his fingers deep into your core, he grazed his fingertips along your g-spot, carefully stretching you out. Your beautiful cries of ecstasy, the way you clenched around his fingers told him you were growing closer to your peak. Eddie pulled away from your clit with a lewd 'pop', continuing to finger your tight, wet cunt.

"That's it baby girl, be a good girl and cum for me~"

He purred, commanding you to reach your peak. The man went right back to it, more vigorously teasing you with his hands and mouth, all the while your cries grew louder and louder. Back arched off the bed as much as your body could allow, thighs trembling around his head, eyes closed and a wonderful look of pure bliss upon your pretty face. Gods, it was enough for the musician to begin to grind himself against the bed, relieving the ache in his own cock from just the sight of you like this.

It didn't take much more of the curling of his fingers inside your fluttering walls for you to break. A wave of immense pleasure washed over you, your whole body trembled and grew flushed as you came hard. Your voice breaking with a whine of need, calling out Eddie's name before you collapsed against the mattress, panting heavily and eyes half-lidded admiring the sight of the doe eyed man at your cunt. Eddie had sat up by now, licking his fingers to taste you, grinning to himself in satisfaction.

"Fuck princess, you were fantastic.. And you taste devine~"

Knowing that someone's first time usually took a lot out of the person, Eddie laid down beside you, gently pulling you against his chest and carding his fingers through your long, curly locks.

"You did so well for me, rest up. I'll be right here when you wake"

You relaxed completely, melting against the warmth of his body as he cuddled with you, massaging your shoulders and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. This was everything you had hoped for and more.

"I… I love you Eddie"

You finally spoke up after some time, feeling the metal head smile against your skin. He pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder, holding you a little tighter against him, almost possessively which you loved.

"I love you too, princess"

Feeling completely satisfied with both your sexual encounter and your confession of love, your heavy eyes finally shut, and you drifted off into a peaceful sleep minutes later.

This truly was the perfect end to a perfect day.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #corroded coffin #eddie smut #readers first time #fluffy romance #love confessions

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jackhues · 8 months ago

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YOU'RE NOT MY FAVOURITE - PADDOCK PASS, BABY [ PART SIX ]

in which y/n hamilton is trying to fight the menace allegations (japan24)

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liked by pierregasly, kikacgomes, charles_leclerc & others

y/nhamilton: last week at a glance

pinned y/nhamilton: guys nico is fine, he told me himself. -> user: but did he lie to you? -> y/nhamilton: he wouldn't dare

user: omgg the cherry blossoms are so pretty

user: who'd you go bumper cars with? -> y/nhamilton: mick, george, logan, and oscar!

carlossainz55: 🌻🌻 -> y/nhamilton: 🌼🌼

maxverstappen1: no podium pics? this is the second time. i'd like to file a complaint -> y/nhamilton: hello mr. verstappen. to file a complaint, we have a procedure. step one: create a written statement declaring sir lewis hamilton as the 2021 world champion and forsake that title. we will be in contact with you after completion of that step -> user: oh my god girl, get over it. max won fair and square -> maxverstappen1: get off of her page. you're not going to get involved in something that is clearly a joke, something that's been going on for years, and that we're both okay with. -> y/nhamilton: go off mad max

charles_leclerc: hey i was dotd! why am i not up there? -> y/nhamilton: sharl, do you see a single face up there? this is a faceless post -> charlec_leclerc: i'd like to file a complaint -> y/nhamilton: your complaint is noted, balled up, and thrown into the trash -> charles_leclerc: @/lewishamilton your little menace is bullying me again -> lewishamilton: i warned all of you. no one listened to me -> pierregasly: seb said you were exaggerating -> sebastianvettel: is it bad that i wanted my pseudo child to make friends? -> y/nhamilton: why are you all talking about me like i'm some menace who's sole purpose is to wreak havoc? -> charles_leclerc: you are -> pierregasly: you are -> alex_albon: you are -> oscarpiastri: you are -> y/nhamilton: you're all pricks. this is why logan and max are my favs -> logansargeant: thanks broski -> landonorris: HEY! I'M NOT BULLYING YOU -> y/nhamilton: you're also not giving my bracelet back -> landonorris: ... fair

user: love when there's driver lore in the comments

user: oh what i'd give to be y/n hamilton

olliebearman: side eying the mercedes gear slide -> y/nhamilton: my dad still drives for them!! -> olliebearman: mhm okay... -> kimi.antonelli: you should be side eyeing the ferrari car slide -> y/nhamilton: CARLOS PHOTOBOMBED ME! NOT MY FAULT

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Το Kumho ECSTA PS71 EV κερδίζει το iF Design Award 2024

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yukasyukasyukasyukas · 2 months ago

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Assigning Valorant agents and pjo characters Will Wood songs and albuns bc these are the only three things on my mind

(very niche I know)

Ordered in alphabetic order of character (agent names)

Alex (pjo/ mcga)

I/ Me/ Myself

Jk that song belongs to apollo

Memento Mori

The new normal

Annabeth (pjo/hoo/ mcga)

Marsha, thankk you for the dialects but now I need you to leave/ Karen, thanksdfghkjkl for the casserole whatever comes next

The normal album

Astra (Valorant)

Dr. Sunshine is dead

When somebody needs you

Camp here and there?

Bianca (pjo)

Euthanasia

Tomcat disposable

It's kind of a lot

Do I have to say the album is In Case I make it?

Blitztone (pjo/ mcga)

Where do you get off?

Red moon

Breach (Valorant)

Thermodynamics lawyer

Sex, drugs, rock'n roll

Half-decade hangover

Self-ish

Brimstone (Valorant)

Venetian blind man

Jimmy's mushroom's last drink

Idk what album, he doesn't fit Will at all

Chamber (Valorant)

Your body, my temple

Laplace's angel

Hand me my shovel

Marsha/Karen

Self-ish

Clarisse (pjo/ hoo)

And if I did it, you deserved it...

Hand me my sovel

Becoming last names

Self-ish

Clove (Valorant)

I/ me/ myself (2018 live studio demo)

Half-decade hangover?

Love, me normally

The normal album for the vibes

Tomcat disposables

The rhumba of death

Cypher (Valorant)

Becoming last names

Euthanasia

When somebody needs you

Falling up

Against the kitchen floor

In case I make it

Deadlock (Valorant)

Half-decade hangover

2012?

When somebody needs you

Mr. Capgras encounters a secondhand vanity

Everything is a lot (song)

Everything is a lot (album)

Drew (pjo/ hoo)

The main character

And if I did it, you deserved it...

Becoming last names

White noise

Marsha, thankk you for the dialects/ Karen, thanksdfghkjkl for the casserole

Aphrodite, your electric sexiness

Self-ish

Fade (Valorant)

Ecsta est fabula, Aplaudite!

Cottard's solution

2012

Laplace's angel

And the ringmaster is pleased to introduce...

Frank (pjo/ hoo/ toa)

White noise

Falling up

Lysergide daydream

Willard!

Will's songs don't fit him well😔

Gekko (Valorant)

He also doesn't fit Will's songs😔😔😔

Genuinely don't know

Grover (pjo/ toa)

Marsha thankk you for the dialects/ Karen thanksdfghkjkl for the casserole

Suburbia overture?

WHY DOES NO ONE FIT WILL'S SONGS WELL😭

Harbor (Valorant)

He's the exact opposite of Will, I can't do this anymore

Alma mater (bc it's dramatic like him)

Hazel (Pjo/ hoo/ toa)

Ecta est fabula, Aplaudite!

Laplace's angel

Memento mori

In case I die (she did)

Iso (Valorant)

Idk shit Abt iso sorry

Jason (Pjo/ hoo/ toa)

Memento Mori

Cus he's ded obviously

When somebody needs you

Under a monochromatic skye

Capgras encounters a secondhand vanity

Camp here and there

Jett (Valorant)

Your body, my temple

2econd 2ight 2eer

You liked this (okay, Computer!)

The main character

Killjoy (Valorant)

Marsha thankk you for the dialects

Suburbia overture

And if I did it, you deserved it...

Prince ali

The moral implications of deterministic universe feat. The Onceler

I lied about the apple thing

The new normal

Leo (pjo/ hoo/ toa)

Cicada days

Laplace's angel

Karen thanksdfghkjkl for the casserole

White noise

Euthanasia

Everything is a lot (album)

Lester (pjo/ toa)

I/ me/ myself

Against the kitchen floor

Self-

Bleüctipie

Luke (pjo)

Suburbia overture

Red moon

Lysergide daydream

Everything is a lot (album)

Magnus (pjo/ mcga)

Tomcat disposables

Euthanasia

Dr. sunshine is dead

He'll use me for his needle show

In case I make it

Neon (Valorant)

Jimmy's mushroom's last drink

Idk

Nico (pjo/ hoo/ toa/ tsats)

Laplace's angel

Memento Mori

Jimmy's mushroom's last drink

Um, it's kind of a lot

(Cover this song!)

Dr. Sunshine lives!

Ferryman

Self-ish

Omen (Valorant)

When somebody needs you

Marsha thankk you for the dialects

Cottard's solution

Front street

Euthanasia

In case I make it

Phoenix (Valorant)

The main character

Chemical overreaction

Alma mater

Percy (pjo/ hoo/ toa)

When somebody needs you

Against the kitchen floor

Euthanasia

Tomcat disposables

Becoming last names

In case I die

Piper (pjo/ hoo)

Suburbia overture

Chemical overreaction

The song with five names

Self-ish maybe?

Raze (Valorant)

(Cover this song!)

Suburbia overture

Nüburbåtizé!

6up 5oh cop-out

Reyna (pjo/ hoo/ toa)

Suburbia overture?

Jimmy's mushroom's last drink

Marsha, thankk you for the dialects

Becoming last names

Venetian blind man

Reyna (Valorant)

Karen, thanksdfghkjkl for the casserole

Bleüctipie

Sex, drugs, rock'n' roll

Mr capgras encounters a secondhand vanity

Against the kitchen floor

Vampire reference in a minor key

Self-ish

Sage (Valorant)

Falling up

Willard!

Yes, to err is human, so don't be one

White noise

Euthanasia

In case I make it

Sam (pjo/ mcga)

Memento Mori

Suburbia overture

You liked this (okay, computer!)

Skeleton appreciation day

Everything is a lot

Skye (Valorant)

Suburbia overture

Cover this song

Dr. Sunshine is dead

He'll use me for his needle show

The normal album

Sova (Valorant)

Destroy to enjoy

Cottard's solution

Dr. Sunshine is dead

Sing the Singer/songwriter song

Self-ish

Thalia (pjo/ hoo/ toa)

-Ish

Cover this song

Lysergide daydream

Willard!

2012

When somebody needs you

Everything is a lot (album)

Viper (Valorant)

Yes, to err is human, so don't be one

Chemical overreaction (bc she's a chemist yk)

He'll use me for his needle show

White noise

Jimmy's mushroom's last drink

Destroy to enjoy

Everything is a lot (album)

Vyse (Valorant)

Destroy to enjoy

White noise

Willard!

Nüburbåtizé

You liked this (okay, computer!)

Well, better than the alternative

Self-ish

In case I make it

Will (pjo/ toa/ tsats)

He'll use me for his needle show

White noise

Willard! (Bc his name is Will)

Skeleton appreciation day

Red moon

Chemical overreaction

Everything is a lot (album)

Yoru (Valorant)

Karen thanksdfghkjkl for the casserole

Suburbia overture

Aikido

Thermodynamic lawyer

Everything is a lot (album)

#valorant #pjo #wwattw #will wood #mcga #a verbal equinox #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #toa #trials of apollo #valorant lore #everything is a lot #in case i make it #in case i die #icimi #self ish

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