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officeofcommanderfox · 1 month ago
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omaano · 10 months ago
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I have to know more about "What that Din pinup would have been" 👀 Even if you just describe what you have planned, I'm very curious
Some of you might remember that Din pinup I’d been very kindly commissioned to draw well over a year ago. Back then I had been a little stumped on how to make a male pin-up, and where to get a pose reference for it, so I picked up a broom and like the semi-professional artist I am I did some posing for myself (photos of that not included, but you can see the concept sketches on the left). Fast forward to the summer of last year I was rifling through some reference photo packs I'd bought and lo and behold, there is a guy posing with a spear/stick over his shoulders with the exact hand placement I wish I had had all those months ago. So I had to sketch it out just to see...
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... and while I'm glad that I went with the pose I did for that piece (I think it has a little bit of awkward/shy that was really fitting for Din's character) I still wish I had this one on hand back then XD I still haven't given up on flashing it out though, either. One day. (I'll say that a lot about my wips lol)
Thanks for asking! <3
List of WIPS for the WIP GAME
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tailorvizsla · 2 years ago
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Alright, Tailor, Sith Obi-Wan has invaded and demands more attention. After your encounter with him, you are determined to show him how good and loyal you can be. You take on any project you can that might catch his notice, and when an opportunity to transfer to a position in his main division is announced, you eagerly apply. You make it to the interview round where there is a panel of superior officers and Lord Kenobi himself. You're very prepared and ready to show him how qualified you are. Yet, as soon as those golden eyes lock onto yours, your mind is flooded with images of him and you doing every dirty act you can imagine. You try to focus and answer the questions as best as you can, but each time you look at him, a new filthy scenario comes to mind. At least Lord Kenobi looks amused, and you can only wonder what he must think. The interview ends and you're crushed thinking you've blown you're only chance at working more closely with him.
Ugh OKAY look you can’t keep doing this to me my heart CANNOT take this! Here you go!
(the thot inbox is open fyi if y’all want to send some in!)
Your superiors have been raving about your work for weeks now. Reports? 100% accuracy. Your subordinates? All in line, and most of them even give you good reviews. Your inventory? Not a single nutri-cracker unaccounted for. You’ve been receiving so many positive remarks that you feel like you are literally glowing whenever you turn your data pad on. You’ve been sending money back to your elderly parents back home, and they’ve been taking good care of the rest of the family. You…you really do hope to retire soon, and go back to them. You just want to see them again.
You’re at your desk for another day of reading and filing paperwork when your pad buzzes. A frown crosses your face - you’ve silenced non-critical alerts. The only people who should be able to bypass that are much higher than you in the organization. Nervously, you turn it over and check it, hoping your superior won’t catch you reading messages
Your presence is required for an interview in conference room 19-562.1A at 3:00 PM. Do not be late.
You check the sender, but there’s nothing there except an official stamp from the Corps of Logistics. There’s a tap at your door.
“Lieutenant, reading messages? On the job?” your superior asks in a vaguely teasing tone and you put your pad down in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, sir,” you say, “I got a note saying that I’m scheduled for an interview at 3? Do you know anything about it?” They shake their head and you frown again.
“Who is it from?” they ask, coming around to your side of the desk.
“It’s a generic message,” you say, showing them the message. “But it’s on the executive floor…” They sigh.
“Well, either someone is really happy with you, or they’re really pissed at you.” You nod in response, and turn worried eyes up at your superior.
“If…anything happens…you’ll send my last check to my family, right?” They give you a mirthless smile and nod. “Your service has been exemplary thus far…we should be able to arrange that.”
You know what organization you work for and the dangers it brings. All it takes is one misinterpreted look and you could be thrown in prison. Or worse.
At 2:40 PM, you head out for your meeting. It’s a short elevator ride away, but if you’re late, you might as well shoot yourself and save them the trouble. You step out into the marble-clad atrium and then step through the ostentatious glass doors. A secretary at the desk gives you a look, their eyes sliding from your rank bar to your face.
“May I help you?” they ask, and you feel like you are being judged harshly by this random person. Still, you nod respectfully and give your name and rank. Then you add on, a bit unnecessarily, “I have an appointment, but I am not certain with whom. Only a generic stamp was used.” They look down at the pad and tilt their head. “Go take a seat. You will be seen shortly.” 
You murmur a hasty, polite thank you and sink down into one of the plush velvet chairs. You cross one leg over the other neatly, your hat in your lap, and your eyes focused on the wall in front of you. The entire room is decorated in harsh scarlets, golds, and white marble, and it looks atrocious. You wonder who committed the crime of decorating here. At least the window grants you a view of the beautiful city outside.
You’re being watched, of course, by the secretary and the numerous cameras around the place, undoubtedly looking for something. You keep as calm as you can. At precisely 3, the door opens. The secretary doesn’t look at you as you get to your feet and head in, following the droid. It leads you to yet another room, where the decor is tastefully done in earthy colors. You wait at the door, standing at attention, waiting for the person who had called you - 
“Sweetheart,” comes the familiar purr. Your body jerks in surprise and your pulse skyrockets. “Sir,” the reply falls automatically from your lips.
You can feel as he comes into the room, his electric presence brushing up against the corners of your mind. He sinks down in his chair and crosses one long, lean leg over the other. He rests his chin in his hand as he watches you. Like before, the presence is subtle, golden, as he tastes your mind. Once he’s satisfied, he gestures you forward. You stop just in front of him, hands at your sides as you stand at attention. 
“Your performance has been exemplary this quarter,” he says. “Were you thinking about having my cock, sweetheart? Or are there other reasons?”
You can’t stop yourself from thinking about your family still living in near-poverty back home, and you decide it’s best to be honest. It’s not like he doesn’t already know what you’re thinking.
“Having your cock would be nice, sir,” you say. “But I also have family back home. My brother…he wants to become an artist.” You cut yourself off from your rambling. Don’t be a distraction. He didn’t ask for you to elaborate. Lord Kenobi hums as he looks at the pad in his hands.
“Truly phenomenal work, sweetheart…perhaps it is time for your reward?” he asks, looking up at you. Pure heat fills you, and he gestures for you to sit down. He levitates another pad to you.
Position: Imperial Administrative Assistant, Level 7 Pay Grade: 7A - SRT5 Hours: Standard Travel: 25% of the month is typical, but may require longer stretches depending on circumstance. Clearance: 8-TN9 or Higher Qualifications: Recommendation from superior. Five years in administrative assistant position, specialization in diplomacy/negotiations… 
You frown in confusion. He watches you intently. The pay increase is mind-boggling.
“I’ve recommended you for a transfer,” he purrs. “Should you accept, you and I will be seeing each other far more frequently.”
You stare down at the pad for a moment, “Lord Kenobi, I am truly honored…however, I do not have these qualifications…and I am afraid I won’t be able to provide the same level of service I am providing in my current position. Will that be a problem?”
He gives you one of those soft, dangerous smiles. “That will be no issue. You will be taught all you need to know.”
At long last, you swallow down your anxiety, and ask, “If I pass the interview…who would I be working with?” He waves your comment off. “Do not concern yourself with that information. Your interview is at 4 PM.” You frown. “Tomorrow?” He gives you an annoyed look.
“Today,” he says curtly, and pure horror fills you.
“What? I haven’t prepared - my resume isn’t updated,” you babble out, “I don’t have recommendations, and I haven’t even had a chance to ask my references for permission to give their information out - sir, I - “ He waves you away. “You’ll be fine. You may go wait in the lobby for the interview.” 
Standing on shaking legs, you get to your feet and scuttle away. The secretary doesn’t give you a second look as you step out into the blazing red and gold hellscape in the lobby. You take a minute to try and center yourself - you’re being tested under pressure, that’s what they’re doing. They want to know you can handle last minute changes. Swallowing, you sit down and try to go over the questions you could still remember from your interview for your current position.
All too soon, you’re called back for the interview, and you step into the same room as before. You can see six much higher ranking individuals at a desk. Lord Kenobi sits at the head of the table, his golden eyes fixed on you. Oh, you’re fucked. So, so fucked. Your mouth is dry as Tattooine right now, and you’re pretty sure you’re shaking in your boots. You sit down at the end of the table by yourself.
The first few questions are standard - name, rank, how long you’ve been working at the Empire, and what your daily routine is like. As the nerves start to wear off, you feel a tiny bit more comfortable, and your death grip on your hat loosens. The Admiral asks your first landmine question, probably designed to test your diplomatic skill.
“Why did you apply for this position?” he asks, his nose curling slightly as he looks down at your profile, “You haven’t the qualifications.”
“I was recommended for this position, sir,” you say calmly. “I am aware I am unqualified, but it is my greatest hope that I can continue learning so that I may perform well, if I am chosen for this role.” 
- warmth engulfs you, and you’re spread out in a nest of soft, silken sheets and pillows. A warm, wet mouth covers yours as a hand squeezes your thigh. As your head falls back, you feel something probing at your folds, something warm and blunt and - 
You swallow and try to push the thought away as the others discuss something between themselves. You try to ignore the heat rising in your belly as another Admiral speaks.
“...and are you aware of what this position will entail, exactly?” she asks, a brow raised at you.
You recite the requirements back at them, and they share a look between themselves. They go back to muttering.
- a gasp falls from your lips as you dig your fingernails into someone’s back. His cock starts to inch inwards, spreading your slick walls open. He’s so, so thick it makes you squirm and whine, forcing you to gasp for air as your poor little pussy strains to take him all in - 
Oh no, not right now. Why is your brain misbehaving? You hope they can’t tell that you’re squirming in your chair as you try to remain calm.
“Lord Kenobi, I do not believe she is fully educated on what this position will entail,” the Admiral says carefully. “I think it would be…ethical…if we reiterate the requirements to her.”
Lord Kenobi gives you a small smirk.
- he finally seats himself all the way inside, drawing a short, soft cry from you. His teeth find your shoulder and he starts to move. As he pumps into your body, your sodden cunt makes the most obscene sounds, wet and loud and messy -
“She knows exactly what she will be doing if she chooses to work under me,” Lord Kenobi says.
With a rush, you realize that’s why he recommended you for this role. Pure heat fills you - this time, it’s all your own, and you gnaw on your lower lip. Boldly, you look him in the eye and ask the most important question you have for him.
“Would I be your slave, sir?” you ask. “Or will I be your equal?”
The others exchange a look as Lord Kenobi gives you a long look. You’re not going to be a toy to be tossed aside once he’s bored. If he really wants you in his bed, if he truly wishes to have you, he will have to be prepared to have all of you. And if he’s not prepared to give you that, you’re not sure you can fulfill that role in his life. Sith Lord or not, you will be treated with respect, and you will not settle for anything less. He smirks at you.
“You can never be my equal,” he says, and you know that’s true. You’re not a Sith lady, and you don’t have the same desire for conquest that he does. “But…you will never be a toy. You will be mine - body, mind, and soul. You will sit by my side, and only mine.”
“Does that go both ways, sir?” you dare to ask.
He laughs. 
“Come here, sweetheart,” he says, and you obey. You hope the Admirals can’t see the shaking of your legs, or how drenched the back of your pants are. Lord Kenobi pats his knee and you sink down, embarrassed of the wet spot you will undoubtedly leave on his linen pants. He tilts your face up to his and stares deeply into your eyes.
“You will serve me well,” he says.
“I’ll send the transfer orders,” one of the Admirals says. “You have chosen well, Lord Kenobi.”
“You may leave,” Lord Kenobi says to the Admirals. “I require privacy with my new assistant.”
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saradika · 6 months ago
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Hello, Pedro Scout!! The asknado is heading your way. So if you were doing a summer road trip, which three Pedro characters would you take with you and why?
hi hi fellow scout! 💖 this is such a good question!!! If it was truly a long road trip then I would have to choose: Joel, Din, & Frankie. Between the three of them I know there would be good music and snacks going, that if anything popped up (a busted tire, etc) you’d be good, the chances of getting lost are very slim, and with their protective personalities I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have to drive (unless you wanted to!) Plus I feel like they’d all get along - and they all deserve a break/nice vacation, haha
thank you so much!! 💕 what about you?? who would you pick?
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rescuethewretched · 2 years ago
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I am sending you Clone Trooper gummy bears and lots of hugs 🫂💕
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thank you 🥺
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ladyxskywalker · 2 years ago
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Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!
hello lovely 🤗🌸💫
I hope you are doing well & having a great week so far 💕 what are some things that make you happy too ? xo
5 things that make me happy:
- going for tea & cake with my best friends 🍰
- being with my boyfriend, no matter what we are doing 🥰
- hanging out & going for pizza with my bro, laughing & joking around with him in the car while we listen to music 🍕
- going with my dad for our weekly lunch or dinner outings, started a new routine where we pick a new place each time to go to 🍝
- talking to my mom everyday & doing the puzzles in the paper with her during coffee times 🌸
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toomanybandstocare · 1 year ago
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Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! 💖
I had to send it back 😘
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stahp you’re gonna make me cry 🥹 thank you, you’re so sweet 🖤
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officeofcommanderfox · 1 month ago
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OFFICE OF COMMANDER FOX
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MAIN LIST
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omaano · 2 years ago
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Wait, hold up, I have to hear more about Boba/Din Vampire AU 👀
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“Teeth measuring contest” - is what I should have titled that wip XD
I am this close to talking myself out of 100% committing to this idea even though I spent the whole day cleaning up this sketch and turning it into something not horribly messy and out of the realm of proportion and human anatomy. But it's getting better and better, so I guess… I can indulge a little? Maybe? Maybe 6th time is the charm? 😳😳 (Credit where credit is due tho, I changed my mind on half the elements in this drawing because of @shortmage and their fics’ influence, because I’m a very weak person, and their vampire!Boba fic as well as this one is just too good!)
Also, the rarest of things happened and I’d actually typed up some of my messy thoughts from months back when I just started marinating on the idea of Mandalorian vampires, so I suppose I might as well share them under the cut
Mandalorians as vampires - makes sense for the emphasis of the traditionalists to always keep covered up (especially with the helmet and the chest plate because the head and torso are the important and vulnerable-ish parts for a vampire), to live in secrecy and hiding and possibly even underground. Plus, since it is a trait that can be passed on through a vampire bite the Mandalorian idea of adoption and “children are the future” mentality also checks out, since the vampiric bloodline has gotten diluted over time - hence what the New Mandalorians were, who had it easier to assimilate to the norm of the Republic, and what little vampiric traits they retained with time they could live with under their domes and in their environmentally controlled cities on Mandalore.
That would make Din a very traditionalist vampire (plus the continuous wear of his helmet probably built up and encourages quite the oral fixation on top of that), and as a Beroya he’d have to ensure that the whole covert has enough blood to sustain them (bounty hunting with more focus on the “or dead” part of the assignment). Meanwhile Boba would be also a vampire, but quite a bit loser with his feeding habits and morals (and he has more motivation to keep covered up because of the whole clone thing as opposed to the vampire thing). Jango (not just because he was a foundling, but due to the general diluting effect of /time/) was less of a “true” vampire (though vampire enough, his buir was mand’alor after all, that’s gotta count for something), but he had more than enough of it locked away in his genes for the kamionans to have an absolute field day in cherry picking what traits they found useful to keep in the clones (keep some traits for strength and durability, but turn on them the thrall (in a way) and put them on blood supplements to ensure that they remain under control).
Jedi are also vampires, they just went the early mutation route of the genes, and so they don’t subscribe to the “turning someone into a vampire” idea, but rather look for that innate vampire in future Jedi; which allows for the antagonism between Jedi sorcerers and Mandalorians. Jedi are those weirdos who figured out how to live on black pudding and blood orange and anything that has blood in its name and is red, and whatever life force is in the air - and worst of all they don’t even have the decency to just turn up and die on such a ridiculous diet. They are the equivalent of light eater weirdos, except they are also somehow right. That would make Sith those who's gone bonkers and just drain the life force of every unfortunate sucker in their way (that would kinda explain why inviting Maul into mandalorian business could have seemed like a good idea? Since he was closer to traditionalist mandalorian ideals than whatever the new mandalorians were subscribing to). The grey Jedi would probably then be the smart ones who figured out that blood banks exist. They are the smart cookies who don’t have to rein in their hunger through hours of meditation or whatever yet still get the benefits.
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tailorvizsla · 2 years ago
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I'm not going to give this a huge build-up, so just imagine being Sith Obi-Wan's pregnant assistant. You're tired and fed up with him, it's all his fault you're so uncomfortable, and so you're being a brat. He tells you to get in his office right now, because he's going to make sure you remember how to be his good girl by cockwarming him.
HERE WE GO SOME THIRST FOR YOU MY DEAR WIGGLES
Warnings: cockwarming, pregnancy, PIV sex, and a hint of plot at the end.
You wipe the bead of sweat off your forehead and rub your swollen belly. The baby is being irritable today, and you wonder if he gets that from his father. Why is it this damn hot in such a frigid room? You fan yourself with the stack of paper, ignoring the side-eye that action gets you. Your belly is so big that you cannot comfortably wear the maternity uniform, so you’ve been granted permission to wear a wrap dress in the same color as the regular uniform. You do have to wear your jacket, but you can leave it open. You’re beyond happy to be pregnant by Lord Kenobi, but did he really need to put this big of a baby inside you?
Rude. 
The bigger your belly gets, the more possessive he gets. You would not tolerate this from anyone else, but you know he does what he does for a reason. There have been several attempts on your position in the past months, and even a handful of attempts on your life. He cares about you in his own way, and he does not want you or the baby to be hurt. But you’ve been cooped up all week, and you desperately want to leave your room. Gnawing on your lip, you decide that you’re going to go down to the atrium to see some of the indoor greenery, at least. The market is a no-go - you at least won’t put yourself in complete danger today.
Wrapping yourself in an old cloak, you pull the hood up and sneak downstairs for a few minutes in the fresh greenery. To your immense surprise, you make it. No one stops you. In fact, you’re wondering if you’re actually invisible as you step into the beautifully curated indoor garden. You spend way too long, just basking under one of the trees, your hand on your belly as you melt into the beauty of nature. Sure, it’s not the same as being outside, but this is as close as you can get. For several hours, you relax in the dappled sunlight, and you even manage a short nap between chapters in your book. At long last, it gets close to the end of the day, and you know you need to get home before Lord Kenobi revokes your elevator privileges.
You don’t make it off the elevator before your pad buzzes.
My office. Now.
Kenobi
Fuck. He knows. It had been too easy to get past the guards. Even now, you wonder which of the Inquisitors he sent to watch after you. Sighing, you turn on your heel and head to his office. You just let yourself in and wait at the door. He looks up at you, his face neutral. You can feel his anger simmering just outside of reach. He’s careful to not direct it at you, but he’s not trying to hide it.
“Where were you earlier?” he asks calmly.
“I went down to the atrium,” you say quietly. “I’ve been cooped up for a month…I just wanted some sunlight…”
His eyes narrow a bit. He taps his finger on the desk as you stand there, waiting in miserable silence for him to sentence you to something horrible. Like confinement to your room for the rest of your pregnancy or something like that. He sighs.
“You have never defied me in such a way before,” he says, leaning back in his big, comfy chair. Sometimes, when he goes away for long periods, you borrow his office, and just curl up in that big chair. You nod in agreement. There’s no point in trying to explain or anything - he already knows. “You know what happens when someone disobeys me, don’t you, sweetheart?”
You nod. Punishment, though you aren’t sure what he’s going to do with you. Fire you? His brow goes up. 
“Fortunately for you, I will not be firing you,” he says. “However, I hope your punishment will be enough to deter further mischief.” He gestures you over to him and you obediently step in front of him, resting your belly on the desk. “Turn around,” he remarks mildly. “And take your clothes off.”
You frown, but you obey in silence, neatly folding the articles up and stacking them on his desk. You hear the whisper of fabric against skin and the sound of him moving around a bit. You wonder if he’s going to spank you, but that’s not his thing, usually. The most he will do to you is a bit of choking, and he rarely leaves marks on your body…unless they’re bite marks where others can see them.
Immediate warmth tingles through you as he kisses your mind with his. You can feel his arousal starting to creep in, starting at your toes, and inching its way up. Within moments, you’re squirming slightly, your cunt dripping and aching for his cock. 
“Here is how we will resolve your disobedience, sweetheart,” he says in a gentle voice, one that makes your mouth go dry. 
That tone is never good. You nervously peek over your shoulder at him. His pants are down around his knees, and his cock is straining up toward his belly button. Your mouth waters at the sight, but you know you’re not going to get to suck his cock today. Or probably for a couple days.
“You are going to split that pretty pussy open on my cock,” he says, and you start moving before he has to tell you to do so. 
Carefully, with his assistance, you climb onto the seat, your knees on either side of his thighs. His hands are firm - but gentle - as they guide you, offering his strength to keep you from falling or hurting yourself. You use the edge of the desk for leverage as you position yourself atop his stiff cock. He spits on his fingers and moistens the head for you, but you probably won’t need it today. Not with how drenched you are.
“Slowly,” he murmurs, as the blunt head bumps against your entrance. “Very slowly, sweetheart. I want you to feel it all.”
You close your eyes and obediently start to lower yourself onto his shaft. With the exception of a few long trips, there hasn’t been a day where you haven’t been wrapped around his cock in some fashion. Despite this, you still need to work carefully, especially now that you’re carrying his child. Pregnancy has made your entire body sensitive. It’s good in some places, awful in others. 
Lord Kenobi has both hands on your asscheeks, spreading you wide open so he can see your pussy lips stretch around his cock. A whine escapes you as it starts getting uncomfortable, but he doesn’t respond, save to squeeze your ass to encourage you to keep going. He’s heavy and thick inside you, spreading your inner walls wide open. A drop of sweat rolls down your forehead as you finally take him all the way inside. Your cunt is throbbing, and your breath is coming in sharp gasps from the sheer exertion. As you try to adjust, his hand stills you.
“Now,” he says in the same steady voice. “You are going to sit here on my cock and think about what it means to be obedient, sweetheart.”
A whimper escapes you.
“Yes, my Lord,” you whisper.
Silently, you sit there, desperate for friction to alleviate the throbbing inside you, but you don’t dare move, even as Lord Kenobi works on his data pad. Your entire body is covered in a fine layer of sweat. He even makes a couple calls with you wrapped around him. He doesn’t even seem affected by this. He’s so thick you can’t quite get comfortable, especially with a huge pregnant belly on you. You glance at the clock and realize you’ve only been here for twenty minutes and you’re already shaking. Your legs are starting to cramp. You can’t stop squeezing around him, but it simply isn’t enough to get you off.
You grit your jaw. You got yourself into this mess, and you will take whatever he dishes out without complaint. You miss the raised eyebrow he gives you as you try to focus on something. Anything but the aching stretch of his cock inside you. The cramping in your legs starts to grow more annoying, but you push it away, trying to endure your punishment. He’ll be very disappointed if you try to weasel your way out of it. You let yourself think about work, and the reports you had written earlier, and the many, many other things demanding your attention. 
You know your thoughts have drifted too far from the throbbing arousal between your legs when Lord Kenobi reaches up and tweaks your nipple to redirect your attention. You curse and jump in surprise. Unfortunately, that sends a bolt of pain shooting up from your calf as it cramps and protests the sudden movement. You don’t even have time to whimper before Lord Kenobi is lifting you off his cock. He’s strong - almost impossibly strong - as he maneuvers you onto the desk.
His fingers fall to your calf, where the muscle burns in agony. Tears fill your eyes - it hurts.
“There, there, sweetheart,” he murmurs. He presses his fingers to the spasming muscle and pushes down, drawing another whimper from you. Then his fingertips turn cold and the pain ebbs away, and you are able to move your foot and ankle without pain.
“You will never hide your pain from me again,” he says quietly, his fingers turning your face up to his. “Are we clear, sweetheart?”
Pregnancy hormones suck, and today, they suck the most. You burst into tears and press your face into your hands. The words come out of your mouth in a torrent. It’s all jumbled and probably none of it makes sense, but you are so disappointed in yourself that you can’t stop apologizing.
“ - didn’t mean to,” you manage to get out around your sobs. “W-was trying to be good and - didn’t want t-to disappoint you - I didn’t follow your or-orders - “
“It’s alright,” he whispers against your lips, as he steps between your legs, his cock nudging you in the thigh. His tongue darts out to lap up one of your tears and you gasp in surprise. Lord Kenobi pulls your hips to the edge of the desk and slowly starts to push back in, drawing a high-pitched whine from you as he seats himself inside you.
“Keep crying for me, sweetheart,” Lord Kenobi whispers against your cheek. “Tell me you’ll be very good for me…tell me you are mine…”
You’re not sure how you manage it, but a couple more tears fall onto your cheeks and you arch your back to lean back a bit. 
“I’ll be very good from now on,” you whisper back to him, your hand tangling in his gorgeous, soft hair. You dare to tug lightly, your cunt shuddering as he groans. His warm, wet tongue licks a fiery hot path along your jaw and cheek as he chases your tears down. “Please, my Lord, I’ll be so, so very good for you. I swear it. I’ll do anything…anything you want…”
His hips are moving steadily now, his cock churning your slick and his precum into you.
“I’m yours,” you gasp as he starts hitting that spot deep inside you. His mouth drops down to your neck, where he nibbles along the hickies he had left there yesterday. Then to your shoulder, and to the top of your engorged breasts. He’s gentle with your nipples - this late in pregnancy, you’re too sensitive to take more than a few gentle kisses. His tongue circles your puffy areola and his lips suck you into his mouth. Then he releases his wet grip with a pop.
“Tell me, sweetheart, what you would do for me,” he groans into your breast. “Would you betray the Emperor?”
Digging your heels into his ass, you groan in delight. It’s fucking treason to have even asked that question, and it would be a death sentence for both of you. But your loyalty is to Lord Kenobi, and no one else.
“Tell me,” you whisper back. “Tell me how you want it done, my Lord…I will end him for you.”
He groans in response, his fingertips digging into your hips. 
“I can bring you his head,” you whisper. “His heart…whatever brings you the most joy, my love.”
You’re so close to orgasm you don’t even realize what you’ve said.
He nips at your nipple a little harder than before, making you squeal. You grasp his hair with both hands and tug, surprising him with your sudden aggression. You cover his mouth with yours and kiss him hard. Lord Kenobi returns it, thrusting harder and harder, filling the office with the sound of his cock pounding into your drenched cunt. You hit the peak a moment later, your sobs of pleasure nearly drowning out his marvelous groan. You lock your ankles around him as he fills you up with pulse after pulse of cum. He stays inside you as he starts licking at the hollow of your throat.
Obediently, you tilt your head back, letting him taste the salt along your pulse. Then he reaches your jaw. His breath is hot and damp against your skin. Reaching up, you smooth down the mess you’ve made of his hair. He catches your hand and kisses your palm.
“It won’t be by your hand,” he murmurs, and you frown at him. Then he presses a kiss to your lips. “Get dressed, sweetheart. You must rest.”
Sudden exhaustion claims you and you realize you’ve exerted yourself far more than you intended. As you reach for the door, he speaks again.
"Obi-Wan," he says, and you frown at him in confusion. "That is my name. You may use my name in private."
He then dismisses you with a wave of his hand.
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boomtowngirl · 2 years ago
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Ever since I saw this post by @tattycoram I couldn’t stop laughing and I knew I wouldn’t rest until I drew it 🥲
So here’s my take at how I think this conversation went:
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I’d like to thank @firstofficerwiggles for hyping me up to post this S2
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firstofficerwiggles · 1 year ago
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Thanks for the tag @flightlessangelwings !!
This comes from another Sith Obi-Wan Ask that has turned into a whole fic because I cannot control myself when it comes to him.
He kisses you with such intensity it's as if you're being kissed for the first time, finally understanding how kissing was meant to be.
No pressure tags: @imabeautifulbutterfly @ladykatakuri @saraicus @2clones-1kamino or anyone else who wants to share a line from their WIP!!
Last line tag game!
Tagged by the lovely @wildemaven thanks for the tag 💖💖
From my Javi fic that’s posting on Monday and I’m so excited to share it!
“I never wanted you to get hurt,” he continued, looking back up at you with tears in his eyes, “All I want to do is protect you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”
No pressure tags @firstofficerwiggles @rae-gar-targaryen @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa @moonknightly @the-scandalorian and whoever else wants to do it!
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happypedrohours · 5 months ago
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Here you will find the masterpost of people taking part in Happy Pedro Hours on June 21st-22nd to:
-play Never Have I Ever through asks
-send them fun/silly asks to get to know one another
-play Most likely to through asks
Please be mindful in what you send and we do encourage you to reach out to people you may not know or not know very well as this is also an event to get to know others in the fandom!
Find all the other activities on this Masterpost
(if you no longer wish to take part in the event, reach out to us at @i-own-loki or @msjarvis and we'll take off you the list asap)
@shchristine @trulybetty @bigtiddythanos @lady-bess @baronessvonglitter
@prettyinpunk85 @zaddymandalorian @sp00kymulderr @papipascaaaal @bitchwitch1981
@neverwheremoonchild @pedroswife69 @jensensational71 @romanarose @movievillainess721
@firstofficerwiggles @tightjeansjavi @rulexofxnines @scp116 @rivnedell
@laramc-02 @joelalorian @spacesistersimp @asobeeee @lowlights
@tinytinymenace @evolnoomym @beefrobeefcal @always-andromeda @penvisions
@nerdieforpedro @mayweneverrunout @perotovar @paradiselady19 @inept-the-magnificent
@cindylyns @tupelomiss @tumblogbykarapaloma @the-mandawhor1an @kontofikcyjne
@morallyinept @vabeachazn @justerinthingz @perfectly-imperfect-me23 @kteague
@just-mj-or-not @604to647 @reddedmiller @ezrasbirdie-main @milla-frenchy
@khindahra @jennaispunk @kammerstx @decadentclamturtlepasta @halfpastgrace
@hellfire-state-of-mind @mermaidgirl30 @swiftispunk @sapphichotmess @toomanytookas
@thischarmingmandalorian @kilamonster @mothandpidgeon @fhatbhabiee @spookyxsam
@iamskyereads @vivian-pascal @ak-vintage @amanitacowboy @juletheghoul-main
@prolix-yuy @janaispunk @sin-djarin @jessthebaker @loustan90
@studioghibelli @tuquoquebrute @avastrasposts @joelmillerisapunk @rhoorl
@survivingandenduring @barzalmatty @syd-djarin @quinnnfabrgay @whocaresstillthelouvre
@yorksgirl @maggiemayhemnj @i-own-loki @msjarvis @pilotispunk
@theoraekenslover @joelslegalwhre @marcus-is-my-muse @pedrosarmsling @katiexpunk
@sweetperfectioncloud @bubble-pop-eclectic @kedsandtubesocks @emmdog2999 @theanothersherlockian
@evelindearest @5oh5 @chronically-ghosted @shooting-hearts @thesluttylittleknee
@snoret @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @atticrissfinch @pascalispretty @cxrsed-angel
@fuckyeahdindjarin @lightsandliterature @cillianmurphysteacup @pilotispunk @kadifromtheblock @grogusmum
@josephquinnswhore @indiegirlunited @catgrouch @djarins-wife
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ladyxskywalker · 1 year ago
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🌺💜SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 💜🌺
you are lovely & wonderful also ! have a great week ! 💕🌸🌼💫 xo
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tailorvizsla · 9 months ago
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Ahhhhhh Wiggleeeessssss congrats!!! I love this idea so much, I can’t wait to send one in!!! 😘❤️❤️❤️
Follower Celebration Time!!!
So I noticed I was getting more followers after the Din Valentine's fic and I happened to look at my count and holy moly there are more than 1200 of you!!
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So this calls for a celebration!! Also coincidentally it is my spring break next week so I'm down for some fandom fun.
To celebrate I'm bringing back one of my favorite things -
Messages from your favorite Star Wars character
To play you must send me an ask for your favorite character (I have anons turned on if you're shy). You can start sending asks now through next week. Please choose from the following criteria:
romantic - the character will send you a very affectionate message
friendship - the character will treat you like a close friend but there will not be any romantic overtones
enemy - the character will threaten you
crack/comedy - you'll get something ridiculous that should hopefully make you laugh
A few rules/guidelines:
I will do spicy messages but only if you are over 18 and I can confirm this on your blog (can't be on anon for that, sorry)
If you have any specifics that you want mentioned, you should tell me, otherwise the situation/context is up to me
These are meant to be shorter messages, think 500 words max, rather than a full fic
Thank you again for being here!! I'm looking forward to your messages.
Tagging people to get the word out: @boomtowngirl @kavecika @becks-things @mysticalgalaxysalad @catsnkooks @starlightrows @tailorvizsla @bitchin-beskar @lilhawkeye3 @acourtofsnakes @grogusmum @buzzybeebee @deannie13 @ladykatakuri @noodlesfics @the-good-shittt @everythingyouwanted @jewfro24 @vaderthepotater @pinkiemme @laichka @myeternalsin @kazthedestroyer @writeforfandoms @trekkingaroundasgard @beskarmermaid @flightlessangelwings @mandoloriancookie @theofficialbugs @heyitsaloy
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toomanybandstocare · 1 year ago
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For the fanfiction asks, how about 13 and 43?
ahhhh sorry! i had a bad week this week, so i'm just slowly getting back to answering tumblr chats. but hi hi!
13. do i listen to music while writing?
yes and no! sometimes i put on Love Island episodes to laugh around with, but i mostly listen to the ambiances on youtube for whatever universe i'm writing in.
43. is there a trope i'd really like to write?
when two people are assigned to stay in the same bedroom when travelling and one of them wakes up from nightmares and the other climbs into bed with them. only for both of them to acknowledge the next day, that something's changed between the two of them
also sex pollen but that's a lot to unpack hehe
doing an ask game if anyone wants to hang out and chat!
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