#i absolutely love examining things like this and could happily delve way deeper into things like attachment styles and stuff too if anyone

[sluttyspiderkinnie]

Oh boy, here I go deeply speculating upon and psychoanalyzing my emotional support aliens again!

@korvotron’s post about unstable gray hole got me thinking a bit more about both terry and korvo’s desires to be liked, and also has me once again begging for/manifesting some more background info about their lives on Shlorp pre-mission or meeting. (sorry it's a little long, but i think it's good n worth reading)

We don’t know a whole lot yet but what I speculate and headcanon until being presented with other evidence or info is that on Shlorp Korvo was decently popular, and Terry was not well liked.

I think a big piece of why Terry wants to be liked so badly on earth has to do with the fact that on Shlorp, nobody was really allowed any sense of individuality or a lot of choice with their lives. We know he hated the whole conformity is cool thing, and we know that being very openly expressive with your emotions on Shlorp was considered to be at least a little bit taboo. He loves being somewhere he can express himself and be an individual but it also makes him feel way more vulnerable at the same time, because when people dislike him on earth, it’s for things way more personal than like, not buttoning a robe the same way everyone else does or smth. I bet he felt super lonely and like nobody really knew him (apart from Terri I’m assuming, bring my girl back I want more background on her too) on Shlorp. And when it comes to Korvo obviously he wants the validation that he is more than willing to openly give to him reciprocated, but he knows Korvo is all repressed and shit so he just doubles down on trying to validate or just does whatever Korvo wants even when he doesn’t want to or doesn’t agree, in the hopes that it’ll bring Korvo further out of his emotional shell. (PLEASE don’t do this it is so unhealthy and it makes me so sad to see :((( even though i love these two ugh i just want them to work on effective communication)

Korvo, on the other hand, was doing just fine and really enjoyed his life on Shlorp. He likes structure, he likes rules, and he thrived in the Shlorpian environment because it aligned well with that and it also made him pretty well liked. Despite his low regard for earth and the majority of humans, it’s frustrating and difficult for him adjusting to the fact that he went from popularity to basically everyone hating him. He might hate humans but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t upset him when they don’t like him. As for the few people he genuinely does like and want approval from (despite the fact that he will never admit it)? Oh man. It’s not like he doesn’t have feelings or emotions, but he is real bad at expressing them, after a lifetime of living in a society that encouraged him to bottle them in and probably never think about them too much. Because he’s still pretty repressed and uncomfortable being vulnerable, a lot of times he ends up snapping and being mean to everyone he loves or just doing something absolutely nuts like getting dinner parties outlawed because he can’t just say “i miss you and want to spend time with you”. Obviously he loves and cares about Terry but I’m sure he’s also still not done reeling over the fact that he deeply cares about this dude he would’ve never in a million years ever wanted to hang out with on Shlorp and it is very scary admitting that Terry has the power to hurt his feelings at all, so it’s easier to be mean or say something demeaning to feel like he has a bit more power than he really actually does. (Korvy please go to therapy i love u and hate that ur so repressed)

[elenamiria]

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader - Kinktober Day 19

Aphrodisiacs | Pet Play | Vore | Hair-Pulling 

Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: dub-con due to sex pollen, fem reader, penetrative unprotected sex, fingering

Kinktober Day 18 «  Kinktober Masterlist »  Kinktober Day 19 (#2)

Main Masterlist & Taggies: @legally-a-bastard​ , @katrynec​ , @mistermiraclee​

You had known Obi-Wan for a while through Padmé, you were one of the more prominent palace staff and so you frequently saw him whenever he found himself on Naboo. The two of you always seemed to run into each other, not that you minded, and the soft smiles and sweet conversations shared between you had paved the way to a longing to be with him.

You were tending to the gardens when Obi-Wan stumbled upon you, he greeted you as he always did - a warm smile on his face and he asked you to accompany him for a walk if you weren’t too busy. You agreed, you were only tending the garden due to the usual gardener falling ill and you really only had to deal with the new flowers that had been planted, a task that you were just finishing up. Obi-Wan complimented you on your work which you brushed off with a laugh, you had barely done more than water the plants, you dipped your head while your face heated. As the two of you continued along you couldn't shake the heat that had tickled your skin and soon found it spreading. Clearing your throat you tried to get your bearings as the cloying sweetness from the flowers seemed to linger in the air around you, it was clear that Obi-Wan was speaking to you however his words were trickling through your brain without catching. It wasn’t until he laid a hand on your shoulder that finally things seemed to sharpen and his concerned voice finally registered, “Are you alright darling?”

You swallowed deeply, “I think so, it’s just rather hot don't you think??”

He paused, head tilting before raising a gentle hand to your face. You had to bite your cheek, hard, as his flesh met yours to keep from moaning out loud. “You do feel quite hot, perhaps you are falling ill as well. Shall we head back?”

“I think that would be for the best.” You replied shakily and Obi-Wan laid a steadying hand on your lower back. Everything started to blur around you as the heat grew and Obi-Wan was your guiding light as he led you back to the palace, only stopping to examine the flowers you had been tending to.

By the time you reached your room in the palace your every nerve was alight in want. Obi’s hand on your back had slid lower than when he first started, something you didn’t think was a conscious move on his part. Once you entered your room and had to pull away from him you found yourself whimpering as his touch left your body, turning to face him your eyes glazed as you took in his state. His lips were parted slightly and his normally crystal clear blue eyes were dark and stormy, it seemed as if he was about to say something but you beat him to it as you softly whined out a plea for him to stay. Obi was about to protest but as your hand grabbed his and you whispered out, “I want you, please”, his concerns seemed to melt away. His breathing hitched and then his lips were on yours, one hand cupping your cheek and the other slamming the door shut behind him. Your hands frantically worked at your dress, undoing laces and tearing ties loose until you pulled back from him to pull the garment over your head leaving you in just your underclothes. Obi-Wan’s eyes took in your form and with a groan of your name he was on you again, meeting you in a fierce kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth as your lips parted in a deep moan as his hands trailed along your body. Your hands started by unclasping his robe and sending it to the ground, you then moved to his tunic, pulling and tugging, until you could part the front and slide it off of his broad shoulders.

You let out a whine into his mouth as you discovered he had an undershirt on and Obi-Wan broke apart to tear it over his head. The two of you had been stumbling backwards towards you bed so you took the chance to crawl onto it while Obi stripped out of his boots, socks and pants. When he was in his underclothes like you he scrambled onto the bed, his movements frantic - not at all like the normally poised Jedi. He was desperate to touch you, semi-calloused hands parting your legs so he could slide in between them. Leaning over you his mouth captured yours in yet another searing kiss. You arched up towards him, enthralled with the feeling of him, and when your chests and stomachs pressed together the two of you let out loud moans, one of your arms wrapped around him to pull him as tightly to you as you could. You kept yourself propped up on an elbow and he did the same as his opposite hand slipped under your panties. Obi-Wan let out a deep moan as he felt your soaked folds and pulled away from your lips to press his forehead to yours as he growled out your name. Two of his fingers delved into your folds, teasing and scissoring at you to prepare you for his member. You panted and the hand on his back tightened as your walls fluttered greedily around him. You wanted to savor this moment, to relish it, but as his hips shifted and his thick cock pressed into your thigh all you wanted was for him to be in you. That was a fact which you didn’t hesitate to share as you panted out, “Obi please I need you in me, I need you to fuck me!”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed at this, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took in your words, he pulled back in order to open your bra and then his lithe fingers smoothed down your body to grasp at your underwear. He paused for a moment, chest heaving, as he looked to you, “Are you sure you want this darling?”

As much as you adored his chivalry in this case all you wanted was for him to utterly destroy you and so you frantically nodded, whining out his name while you bucked your hips desperately. Obi-wan seemed to sense how desperately you needed this, you were sure he was blazing as hot as you were, so he quickly ripped your underwear off of your body as his followed suit shortly after. Your mouth fell open as his cock was revealed to you and you felt a rush of wetness flood you as your legs parted unconsciously when he crawled back over you. Your hand reached down to grasp his length and pump a few times before you lined him up with your drenched slit. Obi pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your mouth as he started to slide into you. It had been a while for you and so the stretch sent a twinge of pain up your spine but it was quickly overridden by the overwhelming sense of pleasure as he slid home, filling you to the brim. Your body practically shook as finally you were granted some relief from the fire blazing through your arteries and when you begged him to move suddenly everything slid into place. The first long drag of his cock against your tight walls had you seeing stars but when his hips thrust forward again and Obi-Wan hit something deep and wonderful in you the world disappeared. He had barely fucked you and here you were cumming on his cock, your fingers digging into his shoulders and one of your legs wrapped around his waist. At the feeling of your walls tightening around him Obi-Wan’s pace sped up, his hips snapping harshly into you as he sought relief. When you finally came to your sense, and your fingers stopped clawing Obi-Wan’s back, you trembled at the feeling of Obi-Wan’s rock hard length pistoning desperately into you. Your breathing picked up again as your body started heating and you wantonly moaned his name. Obi reciprocated with a low gasp of your name before he shifted, hiking your leg higher up onto his hip before fingers danced on your clit. The new angle allowed him to slide even deeper inside you, deeper than you thought possible, your back bowed as your hips rose in pleasure. His fingers circling your clit had the coil tightening in your lower belly quickly and you gasped his name over and over like a mantra. Obi grunted, his normally neat auburn hair falling to frame his face as he hovered over you. Tenderly you reached up to brush his hair back with an affectionate smile, resting your hand on his cheek, Obi-Wan nuzzled into your touch as his eyes slid shut. You reverently whispered his name and your absolute softness sent him careening into his orgasm. His hips stuttered as he ground his teeth, eyes squeezing in pleasure just before a high pitched cry left his mouth. Your walls clenched at the feeling as hot ropes of cum sprayed into your depths. Obi’s fingers sped up on your clit as his hips weakly canted into yours and his chest heaved. As he recovered slightly his eyes slid open blearily and he whispered, “Cum for me one more time, darling. I know you can do it love.”

His lips met yours in a significantly softer kiss full of unspoken emotions, this became your undoing as you tugged on his lower lip before your head flew back with a dry sob. The heat nearly blinded you as your body once again lit white hot in pleasure and your fingers buried into Obi-Wan’s hair, tugging lightly. While you writhed against him Obi whispered soft nothings to you, his hands soothingly stroking your body as he could feel how taut your muscles had become. As your walls fluttered and spasmed around Obi-Wan’s length you finally felt your body starting to cool, the deep overriding need dissipated until it was just you and Obi-Wan holding each other. Obi-Wan pulled out of your warm body with a soft groan, flopping down next to you with an exhausted sigh. It seemed he felt as drained of energy as you did but he still wrapped an arm around you in order to tug you close to him, which you happily agreed to. Your head laid on his shoulder as you softly stroked his collarbone, there was a complacent silence until Obi-Wan spoke. HIs voice wavered in an uncertainty you weren’t used to hearing, but then again a lot of things had just happened that neither of you were used to, “Did you actually want to....with me or was it just because of those dreadful flowers?”

You sat up slightly to take in his face and reactions as you hesitantly spoke, “No I- uh, it wasn’t just the flowers. I have admired and adored you for far too long and while this is not at all where I thought things were going to end up today, I wouldn’t have allowed anyone else into my rooms.”

There was a pause where his eyes met yours before he nodded thoughtfully, “Good, I have also...”

You could tell he was choosing his words carefully now that you were both a bit more level-headed, “I have also held affection for you for a while. I do not regret what happened between us however as you said I would have preferred different circumstances.”

There was another long pause, though this one was not uncomfortable in the least bit as Obi-Wan ran a gentle hand over your arm, until finally he spoke again causing you to break out into laughter, “Though my dear, it seems Padmé needs to find a better gardener.”

[cilliansaccent]

Cillian x F!Reader - Request #2

Anon Request: Hi Love Can you do a smutty cute Valentines One-Shot for Cillian where the reader is his girlfriend and this is their first Valentines together? Something romantic, him surprising her? Thanks so much xxx

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Word Count: 2,284

Warnings: Smut! With fluff at the end, enjoy <3 

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When February had come around, Cillian was set to work on making Valentines Day the very best for you. You and Cillian were only dating for a little over a month now, sharing your first kiss together on New Year's Eve as fireworks exploded in the night sky, much like the love that bloomed between you two. Cillian knew you loved the outdoors and the city, but also had a knack for dancing. You tried to figure out what he was doing but he was tight-lipped and would not give any little detail away. 

So you had to suffer and roll your eyes at him as he fussed around and was out and about. "Such a pain in the ass," You muttered and finally gave up pestering him. When V-Day finally arrived, you were quite excited as this was the first time you shared it with someone special. As you wandered downstairs, the smell of heavenly food greeted you as you stood in the threshold. Cillian was totally naked but had an apron with 'Kiss the Cook' in cursive writing and plenty of hearts. You let out a loud laugh and hold your tummy, "Oh my god!" You gasped as you leaned against the threshold. "You like it?" He came over, arms spread wide with a spatula in a hand. "You are ridiculous," You shook your head as he hugged you tight, "But I love that about you." Cillian chuckled and kissed you deeply, "Happy Valentines, my love." He said as his hands trailed down your back and squeezed your ass. "Naughty! Get back to cooking!" You yelped and batted his hands away and raced to the dining table. There was a card and a massive bouquet of roses, reading the card your heart raced and your cheeks went red. "Thank you, Cillian." He turned as he had come over with two plates. "No need, today is about you." He said as he set them down. "And you. I got something for you too." You said and hurried out, before returning with a long narrow bag and a big card. "You didn't need to," He frowned but was smiling as he took the things from you. You watched in anticipation as he read the card, his smile softening before he looked into the bag. He gasped. "Oh god!" He said as he pulled out a bottle of red wine, "Where did you find this?" He asked astonished. Cillian loved his red wines, and he had a particular one he loved a lot but it was very hard to find them in London. "Can't tell you, secret." You winked before you were suddenly lifted up and spun around. "I'm gonna get dizzy! Cillian!" You laughed as he set you down and peppered your face with kisses. "I love you so, so much," He murmured against your lips. You giggled, it was only recently you started to spill the three words to each other, "I love you too, Y/N," It was odd to say it, still getting used to it.   You both sat and ate with romantic music playing softly from his record, talking about general things. Once breakfast was over you decided to do the cleaning up despite his complaints he wanted to do them. So you ended up doing them together. Then he pulled you away from the kitchen and in the dining room, and wrapped an arm around your waist, "What are you doing?" You asked. "Dancing with you," He replied, holding your arm out and your fingers laced together. You smiled as you both swayed slowly, body to body. He still wore that damn apron but it was quite cute on him. Tilting your head up you stared at him, "I know you have something else planned for today." You murmured. "I might." He replied with a shrug as his other hand now dropped to your waist, he leaned down and kissed you deeply. You pulled him closer as you kissed slow, the dancing coming to a stop. Cillian's hands bunched up the silk gown you wore and felt a coolness brush along your bare backside, then he walked you back to the single-seater and you sat. You knew where this was going. Cillian knelt, he had discarded the apron and you admired his beautiful, naked body. Freckles peppered his chest and stomach and fine hair gathered in the middle of his chest and a happy trail led down from his belly button to that awaiting length you totally enjoyed. You smirked as his hands moved up your parted thighs, "Is this the other planned thing you had?" You asked, your gown being moved up higher. "Yes and no," He replied, head lowering to press kisses to the soft skin of your thigh. Letting out a soft sigh, you held up the gown to reveal you indeed wore nothing underneath it, "This is my other gift to you." You purred. He let out a groan and hooked your legs on the armrest of the couch, "This will taste so much nicer than the wine," He mused, his breath warm against the pink slit of your sex. "Taste me, Cillian," You let out a soft moan, brows furrowed. "Of course I will, Y/N." He grunted and pushed his head into you, his tongue parting you and flicking against the bundle of nerves. His mouth began to explore you, sucking on your folds and occasionally gave attention to that throbbing clit. You moaned with bliss, your hands in his peaky cut hair. You could feel his mouth working you, dragging every little moan out of you with a growl of delight. It sent vibrations through you and you gripped your breast, rolling it against your palm to ease the intense pleasure. "Cillian~ oh that's it, baby. Oh like that- ah use your tongue-" You managed to gasp out, oral sex was probably your favourite via Cillian. He was an expert, his tongue pulling you apart before it delved into you to tongue fuck you for a bit. You let out a cry of pleasure and rolled your hips a little, his hand had come up to rub your clit while the other tried to pin you down. "Cilly! Ah!" You could feel the muscles below contract and tightened, knowing you were close. You always came so quickly but that didn't mean he would stop right there. He would make sure you were entirely dry of any more orgasms. Hips bucking, you gripped your breast harder and his hair too, head tilted back and a cry erupted from your throat and you came all over his tongue and lips. Cillian didn't waste time and you were yanked off the couch, turned and bent over the chair he was behind you. You felt him rub the shaft of his cock against your wet slit, teasing you for what was to come. "Cillian- Please- you know I hate the teasing." You whined, unable to do anything as he had you right where he wanted you to be. "Mmm, but I love to do this to you." He said and was suddenly deep inside you with one thrust of his hips. A strangled cry came from you as you gripped the chair for dear life, his thrusting fast. Your breasts bounced at the movement behind you, but you knew each of the powerful thrusts he gave you. It was out of love and adoration he had for you. You could hear the soft moan of your name that graced his parted lips, he lifted you up so your back was pressed to his chest, "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much." He turned your head and claimed your lips, kissing you with so much passion you had difficult on returning it. He lifted you back up and you were laid back on the couch, he mounted you and was back inside you once more and resumed his thrusting. His head was tucked into your neck, kissing the soft skin under your jaw. "Cillian- This feels wonderful- Oh god yes." You smiled with utter joy, your nails scoring his back lightly before gripping his ass to urge him to go faster. He did, and the sound of skin to skin could be heard, the heavy grunts that reverberated through his slender body. That same tension below began to build up, you could feel the walls tighten around his cock. Even the slight twitch that told you Cillian was close as well. "Yes! Yes!" You gasped with delight, your arms around his shoulders once more, "Cillian!" His moans grew louder by the second and his rolling hips indicated he was about- He let out a loud cry, face twisted in ecstasy as his load shot into you. Warmth spread up your body and caused you to come not too long after him, shaking against him. His kisses were gentle along your skin, all the way to your lips and he kissed you deeply, "Mine." He murmured, pulling out of you. "And you are mine, too, Cillian." You whispered back, stroking the hair out of his face before you moved and soon enough you were between his legs. "Y/N..." Cillian muttered as he watched those delicate fingers take his cock, you slowly rubbed him, biting your bottom lip and examined him with heat in your eyes. You did a thing where you pressed your thumb on the underside of the head, it didn't hurt since Cillian moaned. "Y/N!" He gasped. "Mhm." You let out a chuckle and lowered your head to the sac beneath his shaft, sticking your tongue out you brought his balls in and sucked on them gently. You could just see how his hands were fisted at his sides, so you kept going. Then you took a slight bite out of him and he gasped, "Y/N, you absolute minx!" Your head was snapped back and he kissed you hard. "You love it," You nipped his bottom lip and pushed him back and went back to teasing his cock with soft licks and sucking along his shaft. Once to the tip you opened your mouth and slowly took him in. You took how much you could take and began to bob your head, slowly, wanting to feel him against your tongue. Cillian grabbed a handful of your hair, watching how you worked his cock so well. The warmth and moist cavern of your mouth made Cillian hold back and not to face fuck you even though he so desperately wanted to do it. But fuck... You, on your knees, sucking him. It was the best gift he could ever ask and he would never ask for anything better. Just you as a person was all that he needed in his life. He loved that about you. Cillian panted, eyes back on your head. "That's it, baby, oh baby you are doing so well. I'm close oh," He moaned, forcing you to take him deeper and you happily obliged. Your head bobbed faster, gagging a little as he hit the back of your throat. You could feel him close, his fast panting and the curses that slipped from his lips. You did not let up until he barked out a curse loud enough for the heavens to hear before he came inside your mouth. You pulled back for the rest to go on your face and you laughed as you sat back and gazed up at him. "God, Y/N, that was... amazing..." He said, looking at your messy face before tissue was passed to you. Cleaning your face you crawled to sit beside him, legs over his, "It was. I am so glad to have spent this day with you." You kissed him. He grinned against your lips, "It's not over. Let's go shower and get ready, I got somewhere to take you." He said. You raised your brow in question but didn't argue as you both went up and showered. He finished first and ironed his shirt as well as the dress you had picked out. Once out, you dried up, readied your hair and did some light make-up. You pulled on that dress Cillian so loved on you and then it was time to go. He drove you just a little outside of the main part of London and you walked hand in hand to... Your favourite pub. You had met Cillian here one night, they had a live band and you could dance. You were dancing without a care in the world with your friends and he had come up to you afterwards to introduce himself. You had not expected someone like him to talk to you but here you were, arriving back to the same place you met. "Oh Cillian," you beamed, "You are so amazing." "Anything for you, love." He said and took you inside. Dinner was perfect and you both stayed until the band came on, the same one as well. Cillian took the chance to ask you to go and dance to the slow romantic song, among the other couples. You agreed and together you were body to body, heart to heart. None around you but you and him and the music that filled the spaces between and around. Cillian's lips brushed your temple, no words were needed to speak the affection. It was the actions, it spoke louder than words. All night you danced, drank and nibbled on food. But mostly dancing. It was a perfect way to end the night. In the arms of the man you loved so dearly. You knew he was the one and no one else could come close to how he was to you.