#ohhhh!!! i wan so bad!!

[tonycries]

BUTTER

Synopsis. First time cúmming inside = first time losing his mind.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampíes, PÚSSYDRÚNK JJK MEN, breéding, cúmplay, men whímpering, virgínity loss (Choso), overstím, ínnapropriate use of jujutsu, GOJO’S POWERS, proposals, full nélson, true form Sukuna, dp, spítting, p slápping, p talking, limitless, oraI (fem rec.), pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Hope y’all have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Earned it.

“I-is she really tellin’ me to hah- f-fill her up inside, doll?” Toji breathes, dazed eyes locked down at your stuffed entrance. And he can barely focus his gaze - barely even try to sound like himself right now. “I-is this real?”

Ragged rasps just about half as ruined as he feels, lilting up in pitch. In strain. Sharp intakes of breath becoming so labored when his entire hulking body wracks with a heaving shiver. 

And Toji’s scrambling his thick fingers to latch roughly onto your face, your waist - anywhere and everywhere that might help him keep an ounce of his sanity.

But it was too late.

“Heh, did I hngh- fuck the rationality outta ya? You really want me t-to-” Head throwing back, he can’t even think of finishing his sentence. Of doing anything other than curling one set of fingers around your throat. Biceps flexing when he shoves you even harder onto all fours on the silken sheets, he cranes over to place a line of pretty pecks down your teary cheeks, panting, “Well…wh-whatever my girl wants- she gets, right?”

And he meant it.

Oh, he couldn’t even believe it. Toji had your pretty pussy overfilled with all of his thick, thorough inches - slamming his hips drunkenly against yours when you’d babbled to cum inside. Fuck, it’s so real.

And that’s all it takes for him to clamor up one of his staggeringly muscular thighs up onto the plushy bed. To messily slip and slide across the saturated puddle of your sweet, sweet dripping juices and press his foot down shamelessly on your head. Like he couldn’t get enough.

The new angle nestles his hefty cock disruptively, dredges of his sweltering hot precum splat! against every inch of your clingy cunt.

“Oh yeah- th-this is the stuff.” His dark, dewy eyes veer to the very back of his head, hissing when his achy cock expands open your gummy walls. Throbbing head swelling plumper to curve even deeper, “Let me- l-let me hear ya, ma-”

Your trembly fingers rake a reddened line down his calf. Gasping for air at the way the rotund end of his angry, strawberry-pink tip kisses against your g-spot so snugly. “W-wan’ it so badly- please.”

“Want what?” Toji’s teasing tone rumbles from behind, and he’s gyrating his hips ever-so-slightly slower. Making sure to draw out those wet, translucent glides down your tight channel, “Can’t- can’t hear you-”

Honestly, he had absolutely no idea whether it was because of your honeyed tone breaking out into the cutest of whimpers, or because Toji’s ears were popping. Swatting a wet smack! at your beading clit to get you to yelp, his drawling mouth moves all by itself. “Already asked- t-tell me now unless ya want me to cum outside-”

“No! No no no-” And that was all the threat it took to have you careening unsteadily onto your elbows, fully forgetting the mean restraint of Toji’s foot on top of you. “Please- need you to cum inside please-”

“Louder.”

You’re sneakily shivering your hips down every one of his rummaging inches. “Toji-”

“Ohhhh- my bad.” With a slight snicker, his tongue glissades a wet gloss down the very edges of his scar. Leaving rounded circular bruises at your bobbing throat just how harshly Toji was jostling you with the vice-like embrace, and you can only manage out a few sniffles when he drags by one strong arm to crash the recoil into his ruthless hips. Dangerously stopping you in your tracks. Humming, “Stop fuckin’ running, I w-was talkin’ to ya pretty pussy.”

Your bleary eyes snap open, “What–”

“Shhh, doll- stop whining so much–” he’s cooing in a syrupy slow cadence. “Jus’ needa- needa hear it from her.”

Slapping down his leaky cockhead along your sloppy hole every few strokes, having you drooling a glossy sheen down his thick shaft like you were painting him. So much of it that the dripping wet noises were resounding in Toji’s ears, dancing around his melty mind like his new favorite song. 

Oh, he loved to hear it. Over and over and-

“S-so soaked.” he’s groaning out like a mantra, darkened eyes grifting together. Mouth can all but lift his drunken maw slack open at every tightening clamp of your syrupy pussy, “You want me to cum inside this badly, doll?” 

And you feel your puffed-up pussy lips get even more soaked at the utter pussydrunk look on Toji’s usually smug-features. “Because I’ve been thinking about this e-ever since the day I met ya-” He’s craning over - hunching, more like.  Baring you with his most crazed gaze, “To breed ya- to fill you up ‘ntil you think you’re gonna hah burst. To make ya a pretty momma so-” Back muscles flexing, abs aching with fatigue, lips dragging a sopping wet kiss. “-please let me cum inside.”

Ah, who was Toji Fushiguro against you?

Because as soon as your head even dares to move within the inch of that half-delirious nod you send his way, Toji’s sopping your insides sloshing wet with his cum. For the first time. In awe. Load after load being fucked up into you - white flashes behind your eyes when you feel it knock against your womb, trickling down over your cervix.

And there’s so much of it.

“Gonna have yer g-gorgeous eyes-” he slurs, crushing you with his full body weight. “-n’ your smile fuck- my love for ya-” It won’t’ stop - Toji can’t stop, can’t reel back the weepy curving divot of his head. “M’thinking four- no- five.” Still oozing out a milky gloss even when he’s dragging his fat cock out of your hole. 

Still cumming. Smearing every nook and cranny of the sheet below white as he flips you around and plants a sudden smack! on your overspilling pussy, gushing out obscenely when Toji’s urgently bringing his face down, down, down.

“Oh. Fuckin’ delicious.” His eyes droop half-lidded at the heavenly sight - shit, he could get used to this. Mouth watering, his feverish breath wafts all over your sensitive pussy. “I earned this, didn’t I, ma?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Happy wife, happy life

“Ken-”

“...”

“Ken.”

But oh, Nanami Kento can’t even hear his pretty wife right about now. Can’t do anything but shove his greedy tongue down the ends of your sopping wet slit, pooling your syrupy juices all the way down to his throat.

In fact, the only response you’re being gifted with is a furious pull on his dangling work tie - barely even bothering to change out of it - to be able to swipe his nose down more freely in a long kiss down your puffy clit. More, more, more-

Keening, your fingers tangle into Nanami’s blond strands - tugging, dragging, but shit, he couldn’t - wont. It hurt for him to even think of pulling away. Roughened palms scissor past your folds, and he pants, “P-please- fuck- just a bit- more-”

He was addicted. Gone. 

“B-but Ken-” Couldn’t register anything past the way your voice was dipping into a whiny territory right now that made him twitch dangerously. That is, until- “Wan’ to cum w-with you- to have you ah- cum inside-”

Oh.

If you thought that Nanami was drunk on you before then you were completely unprepared for the way that singular babbling plea make him still. 

It makes him gasp, honeyed eyes widening, feverish breaths spilling out in heaving puffs of condensation - once, twice. Before your back is suddenly slamming down on the counter, legs splayed out shamefully by Nanami’s sturdy forearms, and your cunt-

Fuck, in a few split-seconds, you were being stuffed so thoroughly open. Nanami’s reddish cockhead springing down to gift a wet thwack! thwack! thwack! on your puffed-up clit, he’s swiping down the ends of your drooling lips. 

“I-inside?” he breathes, a few octaves higher than usual.

You’re nodding, your fingers twirling around his haphazard tie. “Inside.”

“Anything…” Nanami breathes, and he sounds like he doesn’t even know that he’s saying the words. Barely ripping his gaze from you to scramble for your left hand - before placing a sweet, sweet peck on that cool wedding band on your ring finger. “Anything f-for you, my love.”

You’re almost crying at that ruthless stretch of his globular tip poking at your insides, he’s caving in a way open - and even after so many years, you’ve never gotten used to how staggeringly big Nanami’s girth was. How his curved divot was steaming out a thick wad of precum that already made you feel so full.

Now, you two had discussed kids - but never acted upon it like this. This needy. This frenzied-

“Wh-whatever you want, y’know-” He’s humming depravedly into your mouth like a mantra,  thumbing past your pouty lips to spit into your mouth. And that very sight of those translucent splatters makes his hips stutter mindlessly, “Anything for you- anything for the future momma of my kids-”

Shit, you throw your head back as soon as he’s grazing two digits down the very hood of your neglected clit - only for Nanami to jostle your head over his hands.

“C-careful-” he murmurs, hand dipping down to massage your neck. Your shoulders - all while his fat cock was rummaging every nook and cranny of your insides. “-don’t wan’ you to hurt your- hah-self, darling. S’not good f-for the-”

Baby.

Nanami doesn’t think he can even bear to say that simple word right about now. 

Risking losing whatever’s left of his sanity, he’s wrapping one beefy arm around your middle to crush your body to his. And before you know it, you’re being hastily jostled off of the counter and dangled midair - all while your gentle husband barely even breaks a sweat. Utilizing the lewd properties of gravity to let you bounce down onto his long length and back upwards. His voice cracks, “-baby.”

“Ah-” your trembly hands wrap their way around his neck, giving Nanami the perfect angle to pepper peck after sultry peck onto your bouncing tits. “D-don’t hah- drop me, Ken, m’kay?”

Drop you?

Drop you?

God, he lets out a slight chuckle at the very thought. Angling to rut his inches even deeper upwards, every tiny massage of your elastic walls around his painful cock makes Nanami nod. So fervently that stray strands stick to his prespired forehead. Such a pretty mess of your sensible husband. “Mhm- w-won’t drop you, I swear- I swear-”

Hips speeding up in such a sloppy way now, but even how you’re tightening his tie won’t make Nanami stop - slow down.

“Promise?”

Slowly, his dribbling cock gushes out even in even more velvety ribbons, you’re watching in such delirious awe at the way those delicate strings of slick and spit stretch all down his pinkish shaft. 

“Promise-” he groans, feeling light-headed. Heavy balls thwacking in a sticky staccato against your ass. Fingers gliding up, up, up to where he was nudging your sensitive g-spot, bruising out his circumference on all your sensitive areas. Kiss after French kiss into your gooey heaven. He presses down. “-gonna f-fill you up right here- won’t miss. Swear I won’t m-miss-”

And he doesn’t.

God, he grows sullenly quiet to hear all those delicious squelches the very moment Nanami’s steaming hot cum is spilling into you. Warming you from the very insides- and your own orgasm has you seeing stars. 

Sloshing around in his favorite little swivels, he can’t help but let his hips gyrate slowly to feel it coat a creamy gloss down his sensitive cock. To feel your tiny whimpers and whines when his seed dredges down your womb. Drip! drip! dripping onto the kitchen tile in an echoing splatter from your slobbery slit. 

You leave a wet peck at the ends of his curled lips, “W-wan’ keep it all inside, Ken- all of it-”

God, you were going to be the death of him.

“M’gonna marry you all over again- s-swear and- and…” And just then, he shudders so violently that you fear for a split-second, legs around his toned waist tightening. “-o-oh, my love- m’gonna cum again.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “U-use me.”

“I-I’m so close-”  Geto finds it in himself to grit his teeth, to force his jittery fingers up to pinch your plump clit. “-gonna cum- fuck, s-stop riding me, honey- unless ya want me to fill you up heh-”

It’s said so low and sultry and even through your hazy mind, you know that it’s a simple tease coming from your boyfriend. You know that he didn’t mean anything by it - but that certainly doesn’t stop the way that your hands grasp around his shoulders, knocking your heads into a messy French kiss. “But, I want you to, Sugu.”

Oh. 

Geto Suguru can’t hide the way his chest heaves with a choked-up moan, how his head throws to the very back of his silken pillowcases when his hips rut upwards into you like a fucking animal.

It’s like he was out of control. Ears ringing with the words, it takes the cult leader below you every shred of will in his entire body to groan out, “D-don’t joke like that- fuck- gonna give me a heart attack, y’know-”

“M’not joking.”

Shit, his eyes widen. Straying down to where your puffy pussy lips were bulging around his fat girth, swallowing up every greedy inch that you were being drilled with. Throat dry, every sound that comes out of him now is painfully raspy, “Y-you fuckin’ mean it? Better not be fuck- talking outta this naughty-” Swat! Coming down to kiss a punishing smack against the edges of your drooling cunt. “-pussy.”

You couldn’t fake the way that makes you glissadingingly drenched even if you wanted to. Nails raking down Geto’s curvaceous pecs to steady your stuttering hips, your bounces grow frantic. 

“Please- c-cum inside-” begging. Maybe you were cockdrunk already, pouting in a way that has his hefty, cum-filled balls squeezing. “Jus’ want you all inside-”

And when Geto thinks back to this situation, he doesn’t know how he was ever supposed to stand a chance. Because with a gasping ricochet of his fat, curved cock onto your most precious g-spot, he’s surging stringy wads of seeds that trickles down your inner thigh. Cumming and cumming so hard - it’s never felt this good - that he almost forgets it’s too early.

That is, until you’re gasping a soft “Baby, did you-”

“Sh-shut up-” And you swear your big, strong boyfriend whimpers. He’s furiously blinking away those glittery globular tears at the ends of his eyes. A tiny pout smeared across his rosy pink lips when you’re being flipped.

One hand around your throat, the other plugging back creamy dredge after dredge into your drooling cunt. Almost as if it was offensive to him to catch that syrupy drizzle, he’s making such a fucking mess. 

“Such a filthy girl- n’ a filthy cunt-” He sputters out, and Geto felt like he was burning a bright red blush all down his pretty features. Matching the angry way your hips were being slammed into his, “Think you s-sooo fuckin’ fuck- fuck fuck fuck-”

And shit, he can’t even finish his sentence before those moans are petering out into speechlessness. A singular tight squeeze of your gummy walls encircles his hot girth. And it’s enough to make him whine, “Please- fuck, how are you doing this-”

Sounding so genuinely in disbelief, you watch as Geto’s mouth drops lewdly at the way every pearlescent bead of his cum was directed towards your cunt. Seeping out through the edges of your sopping lips.

You’re giggling in a drunken way that makes him flinch, “S-something wrong, Sugu?”

“Don’t-” he bares you with a feral grin. Heavy limbs throwing apart your limp legs to jostle his hips into you even harder, and it’s like Geto was spearheading into your lungs. Swiping up translucent wet splatters of his fat head in delicious drags down your spongy cervix. Hissing that even the slightest bit of recoil had him parting from the melty depths of your pussy. “-don’t call m that ‘nless you want me to- oh-” His dewy eyes roll to the back of his head, leaving another unapologetic smack! on your peaked clit. “-t-too late. M’gonna cum- fuck fuck fuck- n’ s’all your fault-”

“Awww–” Teasingly, your fingers drag through his long curtain of hair, scratching lightly at Geto’s scalp in a way that makes him purr. “-how can I hah- make it up to you, Sugu?”

The only thing he wanted right now was to cum inside you again. Once more. Twice. Thrice. Again and again and-

“Use me-” Geto gasps, and he’s careening his head down for what you assumed would be one of his favorite messy kisses - only to wrap those pinkish lips around your tongue and suck. “Use me use me- ohh please, use me- honey- make me a daddy. D-don’t even care anymore-”

And when he cums, Geto’s filling your already sloshingly drenched cunt with heavy loads of his seed. Sticky and honeyed enough that it’s next to impossible for him to pull out and sheath his rock-hard dick unforgivingly into your pussy. 

One of the biggest threats to jujutsu society - whimpering when he spews out a stream of wet swears into your open-mouth, shivering at every one of your milking clamps to drag out something delicious from him. 

He’s curling his hulking body into yours, dripping fingers glistening all the way down to Geto’s wrist with just how much of his loads he’d shoveled all the way back inside your cunt. Giving your sloppy hole a languid circle around the diameter with his slender fingers, before popping them into his mouth. 

And Geto can only see stars behind his eyes, he can only moan at the taste, “I think…” Peaking out a hazy eye at your squirming figure - where the hell did you think you were going? He’s hypnotized, dragging you back into his clutches with a hand curled prettily around your throat. “-that w-we’re not done until m’cumming b-blanks, honey.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Marry you…

One swipe - just one swipe of Choso’s fattened, blushing red tip down your slit is all that it takes for his stupidly pussydrunken eyes to run to the back of his head. For his drooling mouth to slack open with all the utter need of a virgin, “Please-”

You’re humming through your moans, arching your body just right for him to feed you more and more of his half-flaccid inches. “Tell me what you want, baby-”

Fuck, he’s winking open his eyes to peer down at you. Hands traveling their way to roughly jostle your pliant body into one of the meanest mating presses you’d never thought your dear inexperienced best friend possible.

“N-noo–” Choso’s whining, pressing wet pecks down your lips. “Don’t call me that, baby- or else m’gonna…”

Choso’s handsome cheeks burn a shameful red when his eyes drift down to the gooey splatters of cum smeared along your stomach from not too long ago. Just the prospect of being able to put it in too much for his fried brain to handle.

And you’re finding your fingers darting across the glossy sheen sticking to your skin, bringing those drippingly wet digits up, up, up for Choso to gladly wrap his lips around. Sucking. 

“But I want you to, Cho–” Watching as his eyes widen, mouth dropping into a soft oh! Your voice drops into such a hum that makes his swollen tip twitch startlingly. “Want you to c-cum inside m-”

Shit, he doesn’t hear the rest of the sentence - and he doesn’t want to. 

Not unless Choso wants to make an even bigger fool of himself in front of his pretty best friend that oh-so-kindly suggested taking away his virginity. Not like there’s anyone else he’d even dream of giving it to.

Thick, sculpted thigh hiking up, he’s slamming his hefty cockhead down until your swollen folds were kissing up in a sweet, sweet pucker against his thick hilt. Grinding in slow, sultry gyrations upwards like he still wanted to stuff you with more, more, more- 

“I-I can can cum inside?” Forehead beading with sweat, lower lip wobbling with the sheer effort that it took to merely hold back the way that his achingly hard cock was straining for release once more. Hissing at the almost sizzling drag of precum down your bulging g-spot. “For my first time? Inside? R-really inside?”

And despite the way that he was so patiently waiting for your answer, Choso couldn’t help the way the greedy curve of his thumb swipes down your peaked clit. Rolling in lazy circles - low, and slow to make your gummy walls clench in that particular way he’s slowly gotten addicted to. 

You’re nodding with a smug smile at how pretty he looked all fucked-out like this. Darkened eyes all droopy and half-lidded like he was blinking through syrup, muscles twitching mouth-wateringly, hair browner than usual with his sweat-dampened streaks. You can’t help but wring your fingers through his locks and tug, in a way that makes him hiss. In a way that makes him gasp. 

In a way that has him spurting out a thicker stream of precum into your gooey cunt - close. So close. “Mhm– let it a-all out inside, baby.”

Oh god, and then he does-

He does and Choso’s sure he sees the pearly gates of heaven right then and there, and he knows you’re his very own angel.

“Move your pretty fingers, baby– I wan’ you to t-take it all-” It’s not even mean the way he swats away one of your hands subconsciously cupping your split pussy - it’s just desperate. So that he can place pound after filthy pound to fuck you into the soaked sheets. 

Whining out, “Yeah please- fuck-”  Snapping his flexible body down until you were folded helplessly in half, every languid second is spent with such velvety ropes of cum being stuffed down to the bottom of your pussy. “Wan’ this forever- forever please-” Thick, stringy wads that stick and slide down your walls - that overspills when it’s too much for your snug channel to take. “W-want this…”

And just one look of his greedy gazy downwards And Choso’s gasping like he couldn’t even believe he could cum this much - couldn’t even believe he could stop at this point.

“Marry me-” he’s sputtering, eyes clearer with the sudden idea. As if he’s imagining it already. Hips shifting to lazy down his sloppy staccato into something more thorough. “B-be my wife- have my kids- please-” Something that has your toes curling with pleasure, branding every ridge and thumping vein down his shaft into your walls contorting around him. Hiccuping - little sobs curling at the back of his throat, “Please- please I need you to marry me-” 

It’s overspilling - adding to that little milky pool from below. He’s barely even thinking before swiping a hand through some of those creamy remnants of cum. Sucking. Taking your own - popping that ring finger of yours into his mouth.

Drool drips down the side of his sodden lips, moving to mewl softly. “D-did that really just happen?”

The words come out nothing but a whisper, strangled and strained from the very depths of his rumbling chest. And Choso’s peering down at you like you were everything - his softening cock sending sparks down his spine with every slight rub down your sopping wet folds. 

“Mhm–” your hands make their way down his pecs, rubbing over pert, pink nipples. Something that makes him let out a low shudder, reddened divot bursting in a few more wispy strings of seed. “N’ you did so hngh- good, Cho.”

“D-did I? Was I your oh- good boy?” he stutters, before letting out a keening pout. “B-but I need to have you cum, too, baby- need to have you cum-” And you’re so at his ravenous mercy when Choso swipes a wet thumb over and over down your throbbing clit. “-and then- then can we get married?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - MESS!

“What the fuck-” The king of curses breathes - he heaves - like never before, even in that human form of his right now. “Wh-what the fuck have you done to me, woman-”

And all the foes in the world had nothing against your honeyed whines. Absolutely no match for the way your elastic walls were clinging around his throbbing cock so tight. No match for your cockdrunk babbling that drove him insane.

“Such a filthy mouth you h-have-” he groans, leering over his inhumanly powerful body to bend over yours. You’re gaping when one of his big, beefy arms jostle you upwards into a headlock. Even shapeshifted from his true form, he was still so strong. Spitting, “Do you dare to- fuck- move those pretty lips of yours n’ repeat those words back to me, brat.”

As if you could do anything else. 

“I-I said-” you’re choking out, panting in feverish gasps of the heady air. “-said I want you to c-cum inside-”

Oh. 

In a split-second, you’re feeling your tautly stretched walls expand to limits you weren’t even sure were possible. The very bottom of your pussy being ravaged with two circular brandings - two. Two matching rock-hard cocks jostling around you. 

And the stretch of Sukuna’s devilishly true form opening your cunt to its very limits is so maddening that it takes you a second to realize that the rest of him had shapeshifted, too. 

Suddenly bigger, suddenly more towering, suddenly the king of curses. 

His strong forearm curls even tighter around your throat, knocking the remaining gasps out of your lungs. “Seriously? L-look where talking outta ya slutty pussy hah- got me-” Sukuna chuckles. Deep and rumbling from his bulging pecs, “-c-can’t even hold a n-normal form- you made me do this- fuck-”

He was fucking you like it was your fault.

Solid inches upon inches that were bruising. And if you thought that Sukuna’s size was staggering in whatever human form he’d conjured up for the safety of your poor pussy - it was absolutely incredible with both his twin girthy cocks. Bigger, thicker. The slightest ruts and grinds into your gushing cunt having him knocking into your lungs, painting down a hefty load of steamy precum. 

Messy.

“Messy-” you hear a primal rumble from above you. Shit, did you say that out loud? Condensed breath heady and hot against your ear, “Heheh- you think this is m-messy, lil’ human? Wait until I-I- hah-”

“Y-you’re really gonna cum inside, Kuna?” you’re batting your teary lashes up at your king, a delirious smile smearing itself all over your face. 

Wobbling when his snapping hips purposefully slow down to mere gyrating squelches, every push and pull feeding your slobbery pussy languidly. You have him hypnotized, maw slacking open with every lazy drag of his heavy cocks back and forth back and forth back and- “Mhm- gonna fill ya up. Breed ya u-until you’re begging that ya can’t take it. Until y-you’re all round n’ glowing with my heirs.”

God. He was out of control.

“I-I can take it-” Your nails rake airily down his ever-tightening forearm - nothing but mere kitten scratches to Sukuna. “Promise Kuna- I can-”

“Tch- this damn naughty m-mouth of yours.” he smirks in a sleazy way - just about all that Sukuna can do to not let his voice break out in whimpers right now. All he can do to hold back his building high, curvaceous tips of his thickened cocks spazzing out tight, voluminous globs of wispy white. He’s covering your prattling mouth with one hand, “Take it then- take it- but ya better make an equal mess f’me. Heh-”

Even through your bleary mind, you already knew what he wanted - to have you squirt all down Sukuna’s weepy cocks. To make a mess. 

Always his favorite.

“Th-think ya can do that?” He snarls down at you, twiddling a few sopping wet digits to toy with your pulsing clit. Third and fourth arms snaking around your waist to keep from your pathetic scrambling. To stop your escape when his hips jackhammer away harder. “Can you- my queen?”

Oh, he cuts himself off with a whimper.

Because all of a sudden your gushing cunt is surging out in waves of translucent slick. It sticks to his rubbing cocks - and all the way to his washboard abs -like a gloss, stars behind your eyes when Sukuna’s fucking you through your high. Praises slipping out in a way that would’ve tarnished the king’s reputation if anyone found out.

But right now, he didn’t care. 

Not when he’s all but bursting from his bawling tips - such thick rivers of cum that knock mercilessly into your gummy spots. The force of both his fat heads streaming out relentlessly is enough to leave your forbidden sweet spots all bruised and battered. 

Inflating your snug channel until Sukuna only had to slide a hand down to about halfway down your abdomen, pressing down at that nudge. “Heh, s’right at h-home-” 

And now that he’s filled your pretty pussy with seed, Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t think it’s possible to cum anywhere else. With a shuddering hiss, he’s dragging his cocks out, spying down with hooded eyes at the way your sloppy entrance was molding and constrictign around him - like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of him.

But Sukuna had other plans - plans that included letting his second tongue loll out, rough tastebuds sweeping a long lick down your leaky slit. Creamy cum trickling down the pinkish muscle, and he could feel his mouth grinning. Something he’s been wanting to do since he moment he fucking saw you.

“H-hey-” you’re turning your head to huff back at him. 

Smack!

“Ahh, stop yer whining-” Sukuna’s smoothing one hand down over the raised bumps of all five digits on your ass, another one of his hands guiding his fat bases to drive up your sopping crease. Pooling the milky remnants on his rotund tips. “-because m’not done breeding this cunt properly yet, my queen.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Limit(less)

“This time-” Gojo’s heaving out a dragging shudder, his face burying hotly within the tender crook of your neck. Spitting - panting, “This time this time- this- time-”

Oh, it’s been just about the same thing that he’s been babbling for the past few hours now. All that he can utter after so long of his sensitively overworked cock stuffing in and out over your overspilling cunt, flickers of jujutsu bolting with every sodden drag down your melty walls.

Truly, the strongest didn’t expect to be addicted the first time he filled your drooling pussy with thick globs of his seed - it was an accident, the first trial of trying to use limitless for its…unintended purposes. 

But right now, Gojo had absolutely no clue if this was the nth trial or whether he was simply addicted to breeding your pretty cunt.

“T-Toru–” Your fingers scramble backwards to bury in his snow locks - difficult, with the way that your boyfriend was wrangling you into a tight full nelson. Feeling the push and pull of thick cursed technique in the air - inside you. “-s’not gonna work.”

God, just the sear of your grip on his scalp is enough to have Gojo’s hips rutting up in a perfect curve off the plush king-size mattress. Fucking up into your cunt so thoroughly that you gasp at the syrupy slosh of his cum from before inside you. 

His hiccups, voice cracking into a whine at the very end. “D-do you hate me, sweetheart?”

“No?” you’re breathing out in exasperation. But shit, you underestimate just how crazed this tiniest sentiment would drive him, choking back a strangled cry of your name when he’s sending a buzzing smack! down to the hood of your plump cunt. “Fuck- why would you think-”

“Th-then let me use limitless as a- hah- condom, pretty girl-” he’s whining. And you jolt at the wet splatters of a few stimulated, pearlescent tears slipping their way out of Gojo’s eyes. “It’ll work- this time- m’the strongest- s’gonna hah- w-work- a-and if not m’jus’ breedin’ my girl’s cute cunt, r-right?”

But even as he’s prattling on and on about this, you’re feeling the flickering falter of jujutsu around Gojo’s hefty girth. Molding your gummy walls taut around his fat circumference, your spine arches with electricity. 

“Heheh-” Goosebumps prickle down your spine at the high, humorless bout of laughter at your ear - and you crane your head to look at Gojo. Sure that he’s lost it. Already wondering just how high the kill count would be. “-didn’t think th-this pretty pussy of yours would have me so ruined, sweetheart.”

And truly - he sounded like it. 

He looked like it, with his rosy lips ajar, those cerulean eyes watery and half-lidded. Glowing with power and tiny shivers of lighting at every sodden kiss to the bullseye of your g-spot. Clashing over and over in a wet push and pull, Gojo thinks that he could almost feel the rotund indentations of his curved tip right on your sweetest spots. 

“Looks like y-you’re the one ruining me- Toru-” you whine. “Just look-”

Drunkenly, Gojo’s lolling his head to the sound of your voice. Not even looking, barely even thinking - that is, until he sees.

And Gojo can’t help but let out a slew of honeyed, pathetically cracking profanities at the heavenly sight below. Pale forearms stretching out your trembly thighs even more shamefully wide to get an even closer look. 

Of your quivering hole winking up at him glisteningly, coating his fat hilt a creamy ring of white from so many of his failed attempts. Your saturatedly wet pussy lips were practically gulping up all of his heavy inches, slobbering a slow trail of drool down the side of his strawberry pink shaft and onto his twitchy balls. Needy. 

And if Gojo’s limitless protection was unsteady before then-

“Shit-” Gojo takes in a shuddering gasp, slender digits falling down to plant a wet smack! on the very middle of your bulging slit - as if all of this was your fault. “Shit shit shit shit- I-I can’t- oh-” Sharp canines sinking down so hard into your skin that you think he might break through. Just about all that’s keeping Gojo tethered to reality when his limitless shatters. “Oh god. Th-think s’gonna be another b-baby…”

All the way into a zillion pieces of nothingness and-

And then he’s cumming. 

Cumming so hard that the dim lamps by the side of your bed flickers. Then explodes. 

Pouring out such steaming hot piles of his cum - once. Twice. Before his swollen, overwhelmed balls are clenching and then he’s shooting nothing but pathetic blanks. 

It takes you a second to register the sudden darkness - all across Tokyo, in fact. You’re gasping, “O-oh, Toru did you-”

“Run out-” he’s giggling. Giggling. “Fuck you m-made me- hah- really milked me dry, didn’t ya- Spread those pretty legs a bit more, pretty girl. Let me see.” All five rounded pads of his fingers are bruising on your thigh when Gojo’s splaying them out to confirm the sputtering way his cock was driving into you. “Can’t- can’t believe- no way, baby m’supposed t-to fill you up-”

Shit, he was babbling out his true intentions so stupidly. But luck was on his side, because with a final, jujutsu-sheened swat at your cunt, the buzzing power finally sends you over the edge. 

Crashing headfirst into waves upon waves of white-hot pleasure, the engulfing goodness made you squeal. And it made Gojo grit his teeth with a low whimper at the way the simple clenching convulse of your gripping walls wrapped around his cock made him twitch in another dry orgasm. Another. And another. 

God, his first - well, not quite first - time cumming inside you and he’s already so fucked out.

Yet, despite it all, Gojo could almost count it a success…almost. 

“S-sweetheart, y’know Yaga always taught us that science experiments have hah- twenty-five trials, right?”

“...”

A/N. Gojo’s so annoying I love him.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[vodika-vibes]

Ohhhh this prompt with a jedi would be super cutie pie!!! My 1st thought was Obi-Wan, because I'm weak to Obi-Wan calling me "dear" or "love" but Plo or Kit would be fine too.

"this is so wrong," "if so, then stop me, love,""you tempt me, y/n-" cue a KISSSSS "-and you drive me insane."

But I might gonna send you new prompts. Spiciers. Or not, just gut wrenching in the romantic angst happy ending sense.

The Heart Of A Jedi

Summary: When Obi-Wan takes you one a mission that his Master can't join him on, some things come out into the open.

Pairing: Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Word Count: 1929

Warnings: There's one instance of a creep, but no details.

A/N: So this story takes place before A Phantom Menace, but other than that there's no set timeline.

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“This place isn’t so bad,” You murmur, more to yourself than to your companion, as you stand on your toes to try and see over the shoulder of a stranger who happens to be blocking the path. “It’s festive.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi brushes a delicate pink petal out of his hair, and makes a face at you, “You would think that, wouldn’t you?”

“What? I think a Festival of Romance is sweet.”

The exasperated expression on his face morphs into something painfully fond, “You’re so…you, sometimes.”

“Well, would you prefer I was more like Qui-Gon?” You ask as you straighten your back and adopt a lofty expression, “Padawan���” You yelp as his hand clamps over your mouth.

“You do a terrible Qui-Gon impression,” He flicks his padawan braid over his shoulder, and then releases you, “Although, I do have to admit that I’m glad I’m here with you rather than my Master.”

You pluck a piece of heart-shaped confetti off his shoulder, “Yes, I can see why that might be awkward.” You’re not laughing at him. You’re not. Well, not a lot, at least.

He shoots you another look, and then reaches out and tugs on your ponytail, “Come on, we need to find our hotel.”

“I bet they’re only gonna have one room,” You say gleefully as you fall into step next to him, and then coughing as you take a face full of confetti. “We’re probably gonna have to share a bed.” You continue once you finish sputtering around the paper in your mouth.

“See, now I think you’re just trying to jinx us.”

“Maybe I am—” Obi-Wan quickly tugs you out of the way of a large man, his hand hovering low, around your hip, to create a buffer between you and anyone around you. “Thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it.” His hand settles protectively on your shoulder as he tugs you closer to his chest, “Let’s get off the street before someone actually hurts you.”

You dig around in your pockets for a moment and then pull out a small slip of flimsy, “We’re looking for The Golden Slipper. The man who contacted the Jedi is the proprietor of that Hotel.”

Ten minutes later, the pair of you are standing in front of said hotel. The Golden Slipper is removed from the main street, and it looks old and kind of worn down. The sign is so faded, that you can barely read the name. 

“Are you sure this is the right place?” You ask, turning to look up at the man standing next to you.

“According to the GPS, yeah.”

“Um…” Your gaze flickers to a broken window, and then over to the broken speeder sitting broken down next to the front door, and then settles on the dead flowers in the planters.

“It’s probably better inside.”

“...if you say so.”

It’s not better inside.

It’s only because of Obi-Wan’s quick reflexes that you don’t fall through the floor when you step on a rotten floorboard, his arm a solid lifeline around your waist.

“Did you get hurt?” He asks, his voice low.

“No, you caught me before I could.”

He carefully sets you back on your feet and motions for you to stay close, his expression wary as he looks around the hotel. “We might be safer staying on your ship.” he admits.

Before he can continue that thought, the back door opens and a large man rushes into the room. He’s…big. There’s no other word for it. The shirt he’s wearing, stained yellow in places, is far too small on his frame, and his pants, also stained in places, hang low on his hips. 

“You must be the Jedi!” His voice has a whiny hint to it, and it makes you want to recoil away from him, but Obi-Wan keeps his face pleasantly neutral, and so you do the same.

“That’s correct. Are you the owner of the Golden Slipper?” Obi-Wan asks. 

“Who me? No, no. Not at all. That would be my father. He’s in the back. Hold on a second.” The man vanishes through the door again, and you share a look with Obi-Wan.

Now that it’s just the two of you, there’s an unusual expression on his face. One you’ve only seen a few times before, usually right before someone tries to hurt you.

“What do you think?” You whisper to him.

“I think we’ll be staying in another hotel, I don’t want you staying here any longer than necessary.”

“Why? The son seems pathetic, but not a threat.”

He scoffs under his breath, “Then you’re lucky you’re not an empath.”

You hum your understanding, “It’s your stage, Obes. I’ll follow your lead.”

He tosses you the tiniest smile and motions for you to move behind him, and just in time too, as the owner’s son returns to the lobby, followed by a frail-looking man who looks like he’ll topple over if you breathe too hard around him.

“Master Jedi,” Even the old man’s voice sounds frail. Frail and wispy, like a spiderweb in the wind, “You honor an old man with your presence.”

“Master Yoda indicated that this was something that we must look into,” Obi-Wan replies, “I’m honored to have been chosen.”

The old man nods, and doesn’t say anything for a long moment, “It is as I indicated to Master Yoda, young couples are vanishing. And no one cares. But only during the Festival of Hearts.”

“So this week,” Obi-Wan clarifies.

“That’s right.”

Obi-Wan nods thoughtfully, “I see. Then we had best start investigating.”

“Would the pair of you like to stay here?” The son asks eagerly, perhaps too eagerly.

“Thank you, but now that we know the issue, we’ll be staying on Main Street, to keep an eye on everything.” Obi-Wan replies, “I do apologize if it’s an inconvenience.”

“Not at all,” the old man replies, “I recommend the Goldberry Inn, it’s near the spaceport. Good luck, Master Jedi.” The old man hobbles away, his son trailing after him.

You jump when Obi-Wan nudges you, then you allow him to guide you out of the Hotel. He leads you to the Goldberry Inn, though he didn’t really have to. You remember seeing it when you first left the spaceport.

And then he murmured something about doing some investigation, leaving you to deal with getting a room. 

By the time Obi-Wan returns to the room, the sun has already set and the room service order that you made for the pair of you had just arrived. 

“Only one room?” He asks as he pulls off his robe and tosses it over a chair, “And a shared bed?”

You jab your finger at him, “You’re lucky she didn’t try to make us sleep in the barn, Mister.”

“I’m sure you did the best you could,” He allows, as he takes a seat and accepts the plate of food you offer him, “Oysters?”

“And wine.” Obi-Wan shoots you a puzzled look, and you sigh, “Look, apparently the fact that you went off exploring while I dealt with the accommodations, means that there’s something wrong with our marriage. So…marriage aids.”

“Ah.”

“Sorry, turns out this is more Bed and Breakfast than Inn.”

“That’s alright.” He pours himself a glass of wine, and then pours you one, “So, from here on out, we need to go out together. We’ll attract too much attention if we don’t.”

You take a sip of your wine, and grimace at how sweet it is, “If we’re looking for someone who’s targeting young couples, then being together will make us a more tempting target.” You take another sip and cough, “I’m sorry, this wine is awful.”

Obi-Wan takes a sip himself, and then sets the glass down and shoves it away, “Yeah. Oh, that’s bad.” He coughs and grabs your water bottle to take a sip.

“At least we’re suffering together?” You offer with a laugh.

He grins at you in reply, and takes a bite of the oysters, and then he makes a face, “They’re…interesting.”

“Lying is a sin, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“It’s like trying to chew rubber—” He admits.

You burst out laughing, “I have some ration bars,” You say through your giggles, “Tomorrow we’ll grab something from one of the carts.”

“You didn’t pay extra for this, did you?”

“Included with our stay.” You reassure as you walk over to your bag and fish two ration bars out of the front pocket. You toss him one and then drop on the couch, propping your feet up on the coffee table.

Obi-Wan joins you on the couch as he opens his ration bar, “You know,” He starts thoughtfully, “I’m glad you agreed to come on this mission with me.”

You glance at him, “Like I’m going to give up the chance to spend time with my favorite Jedi.”

“Your favorite, huh?”

“What, you didn’t know?”

“I knew, I just didn’t think you’d be so blunt about it.” He replies. He hesitates for a moment, then he turns and lightly brushes his fingers down your cheek. 

“Obi-Wan? What are you—?”

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

Your face starts burning immediately, “Are you allowed to say stuff like that?” You ask him, though you don’t even consider stopping him from touching you.

“My only rule is I can’t form an attachment to you,” Obi-Wan’s forehead lightly bumps against yours, “And that’s not a concern.”

His nose brushes against yours, and you release a shaky breath, “I never thought you would want to touch me like this.” You admit.

“Does it bother you?”

Your hand comes up to brush his padawan braid behind his shoulder, and then you brush your fingers against his cheek, “This is so wrong—” But you don’t believe it any more than he does.

“If you think so, then stop me, love.” The familiar nickname falls from his lips with ease as he leans in so that his lips are hovering just over yours, “The ball is in your court.”

For the first time in your life, you’re actually speechless. You want him to hurry up and kiss you, but you aren’t sure how to say that to him. So, instead, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your body as close to him as you can.

“You tempt me, beloved.” Obi-Wan murmurs, as he closes the distance between your lips and his and pulls you into a surprisingly passionate kiss, “And you drive me insane.” He finishes.

He pulls away before you want him to, though he doesn’t go far. Instead, he lightly presses his forehead against yours again, and he just watches you. The same soft expression he normally directs at you taking on a new meaning with that kiss.

“That was…” You trail off, not sure you have the right words to explain what you’re thinking and feeling.

“Good?”

“Better.” You murmur, “We can do it again?”

“As much as you like, whenever you like.” His eyes close and he draws you close, “I mean every word.” Obi-Wan murmurs, “It’s just a bonus that we can now act like a couple in the morning.”

You exhale slowly at his comment, but you also nod. You and Obi-Wan, you’ll be alright. More than alright. You’ll be perfect. And, maybe now Qui-Gon will nominate Obi-Wan for the Knight Trials. 

But those are worries for later.

For now, you lean in to catch his lips with your own and allow him to pull you onto his lap. For now, it’s just you and Obi-Wan and nothing could be better.

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[mutsky]

long beans ep 5 (how are we already here) running commentary

-sat down w my big salad bc i get hungry during this show

-ok quite literally right in front of my salad

-but first a word from our sponsors

-terrible flirting skills

-damn

-is he scenting him again?

-these two are crazy

-red flag being unclear on purpose

-WHY IS HE BASING HIS FEELINGS ON WORK?

-a full french omelet with tomatoes and mushrooms whos the real chef

-i think you just want to open him a clinic dumbass

-benz went from olympic gold medalist most moral man to .... not his range

-he got bussy for the first time in forever ofc he wants to treat you

-he really is working overtime for a guy he supposedly hates

-look at his sour face damn wanted an excuse to take his crush out and nothing

-oh wasn't expecting that

-why did he look down there

-theyre in the middle of a fight but we needed a word from our sponsors

-except hes been doing a great job of hiding things from you so far

-jesus damn

-not the first time this has happened to wan

-ohhhh spicy

-chef is so prickly

-wait does kleur actually like him or is he playing mindgames

-a woman in a bl you know its a bad omen

-whoever did belles make up hates her bc shes so pretty but this doesnt suit her at all

-this episode has been a fucking rollercoaster

-you cant just hug your ex like that

-oh wan is in love

-🙂‍↔️ this is annoying

-YOU SPENT ALL LAST NIGHT W YOUR EX GIRLFRIEND ANS TOLD HER ABOUT THE MONEY YOU SET ASIDE FOR HER

-hes gonna cut offf his fucking finger-- and there it is

-ok but her keeping those two strands in front is a health hazard

-hes really too ambitious on what i decided is an acl tear

-sister take the tip

-ik shes not working in a kitchen in open toe shoes

-heterosexual persuasions in my bl should we all die

-this is intense

a third guy likes plawan oh my god

more delicious methasjj to come yum

ok thats all for today

[questforgalas]

The Bad Batch HCs - Their PDA

Crosshair

my sneaky link next to Obi-Wan and Rex

he's not much of a conversationalist. in fact, he's literally the worst with words and he knows this

so he lets his actions do the talking

he's not one to have his lips constantly attached to you in public, but he's making sure you know what you mean to him

his love language is physical touch, he needs you touching him and him touching you to feel peace

but again, he's not someone to be in peoples faces

master of subtle touches

hand on your lower back when you're standing side by side or lightly brushing as he passes you by

hand is gently on your shoulder as you all listen to the next steps in a mission

in quiet moments, he's pressing your back to his chest with his chin resting on top of your head/shoulder (depending on your height)

amongst the regs? ohhhh baby mr subtle touches suddenly becomes not so subtle

his arm is DRAPED around your shoulders in front of the regs and his smirk says "try something i dare you"

you give him a hard time but you L.O.V.E. it

Echo

look at him he's so freaking cute and admires rex so much

ANYWAY back on track

Echo is similar to Crosshair, he's not someone who's in your face but making sure you know how loved you are is important to him

however, he's significantly better with his words than Crosshair, but I digress

he doesn't mind PDA as long as it's subtle, again not needing to bring outside attention to your relationship to feel secure in it

you know that since Skako Minor he's self conscious about his cybernetics, and because of that he finds being able to hold your hand as precious as any kyber crystal

whether you're sitting on the Marauder or out in trading ports, he's gently grabbing your hand, rubbing circles with his thumb

he'll do it without realizing it while you're both relaxing, reading or catching up on reports

your favorite moments are when you know he's so relaxed and comfortable that he's softly humming to himself while he rubs his thumb across the back of your hand

Hunter

the sergeant of the batch takes his role as leader seriously

he wants his squad to feel comfortable and needs to be 140% when on missions

so because of that, he's not one for PDA unless you're on leave/down time

and even then, it's very very subtle

he's more about the subtle gestures

brushing your hair behind your ear, a quick peck on your cheek before he leaves the Marauder, or even just locking eyes across the room before the next step of a mission

they're all his ways of checking in making sure you're ok

in rare cases when you're both relaxing, usually when you're traveling in hyperspace, he'll rest his hand on your leg and rub circles with his thumb

if you both have the Marauder to yourselves, he gently pull your head to him and lay it on his shoulder, resting his head on top of yours while you finish reports for Cid

Wrecker

his affection to you is on the same level as towards his brothers which is loud and proud and affectionate (poor Crosshair)

he doesn't care about PDA. he'll hold you, kiss you, tease whenever and wherever he wants

his brothers adore his giant energy (yes even Cross as grumpy as he tries to be) so they don't bat an eye at his larger than life antics with his s/o

he'll have his arm draped around your shoulder anywhere you go, keeping you close to his side

and when he sees something exciting? he's grabbing your hand and pulling you with him with a boisterous "YEAH"

when he returns from his latest errand, he's not greeting anyone else until he's planted a giant kiss right on your lips

doesn't care who's in the room

when relaxing on the Marauder, he wants you in his lap with an arm wrapped around you

his love is as big as he is

Tech

this is my favorite gif of this sweet boy

Tech is not into much touch, if any at all

when you're intimate together, he's almost plastered to you, but outside of the bedroom he enjoys his personal space

he also isn't as comfortable as some of his brothers with showing affection in front of others

so the PDA with him is going to be minimal if at all

but he shows his affection and protection in other ways such as standing as close to you as you'll allow in public or around his brothers

during down time, he'll plop down to work on a project next to you wherever you are

he's much more about quality time than touching, just needing you near calms him

his only exception is pre and post mission because the only way to quiet his mind is by finding you and placing a kiss to your temple ensuring him you're safe

in that moment, he doesn't care who's around, he's going to make sure you're with him

[juicezone]

my fictional cg is impulse.. he's so cosy n warm to me n i wan him to hold me forever ^_^ skizz is m babysitter n hes so fun to play with

ohhhh i miss watching hermitcraft soo bad it was so so fun but i watched too many perspectives and overwhelmed myself.. impulse was one of my favs to watch tho!! he so is caregiver vibes and skizz would be a really fun babysitter i totally agree!!

impulse imo is a very good hug giver...

[tsuki-sennin]

Another year, another new town, another team, another season of PreCure to be invested in! Can't wait to take it easy this year. (<- clueless)

All joking aside, I think this'll be plenty of fun. Buuuuuut if you don't wanna see my face around here, then the tag phrase for this season is "Cure's Best Friend! What Wonderful Walkies!"

Spoilers, I guess...

-Awwwwww

-Birds... horses...

-Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, this is already so pretty.

-Hello there, wan-chan~!

-Komugi...

-OHHHHHH

-HOT DAMN, THAT HUGE HUNKA BEEF IS YOUR DAD?

-...is he single? Or if he'd prefer, polyamorous?

-To all the beasts of the world, we bid you good morning~!

-Wonderful~!

-Theme sure is catchy.

-Ahhhhh, an animal hospital. Just like our old pal Buki from Yotsuba-cho.

-Breakfaaaaaast~!

-Hot damn, your mom's a babe too!

-Another busybody, eh?

-Small dogs have big loyalty.

-Misses her boss already, eh?

-Komugi-chan...

-Oh, guess we've got bad guys this time around too.

-...I'mma be real, I didn't think we'd have those.

-They gave the dog nightmares, how dare

-Wan-wan~!

-Walkies~!

-A lad... and a bun....

-"Hmmmmm..."

-"BWAH"

-Daifuku-chan~!

-Ohhhh, I get it

-Satoru

-Like Sato-kun the Rabbit.

-...Taro Sato...

-...I'd kill a man for some yakuniku now.

-Magical mirror...

-Neeeeeeeeeeeeeerd!

-Hah, you like her huh buddy?

-Oh, glowy~!

-Garugaru...

-Pretty Holic~!

-Business has been booming hardcore ever since they set up shop in Aozora Town. ...I wonder what they consider when they set up shop somewhere?

-Nya....

-Yuki...

-Hide, Mayu! Hide forever~!

-"See you, cat~!"

-Ah, yep~! Typical cat behavior.

-Wonderful...

-Oh that's a big boy

-Baaaaaaalll~~!

-Shiny.....

-The dogs are riled!

-That is one huge beastie.

-Iroha Inukai's courage stands strong.

-Jesus, this ram sure is strong.

-She is at her fucking limit.

-Iroha!

-"Who......."

-Wonderful Pact~!

-Pretty Cure~! My Evolution~!

-Three! Two! Wan~!

-Goddamn, that's one snappy transformation!

-Activation, countdown, introduction. All a doggy needs.

-Oh cool, the lead's our shielder!

-"Bad Garugaru! No milk bones for you!"

-Waaaaaaaaon~!

-The dream of all manner of doggy!

-Easing pain.....

-Yeah, I'd say I'm sold.

-Free the sheep~!

-"A sheep......"

-A dog who can use doors.

-Ohhhh, the ED~!

-I see the infectious rhythm keeps on.

-...does this technically make Komugi a werewolf?

-Kimi koso Only One????? For fuck's sake, I can't escape Momoi Tarou! ...and after I tried so hard to avoid making Tsubasa jokes.

-Next episode~! Cure Friendly~!

[hannibalzero]

Hi. What brought you to Obikin? What made you think : "Ok. I ship it."? (I ask with all the curiosity and respect).

I don’t mind sharing! It’s kinda a complicated answer. Sooooo way back in 2005 I went to see Revenge of the sith. I was 13 years old and just discovered deviant art. I know I’m old haha. So I saw the movie and thought that Obi-wan was acting more like Padme should of been, confronting Anakin trying to make him see what he’s doing is wrong. Padme did a little of it, shame they cut the knife scene. Okay we we are at the point where Obiwan yells “I loved you.” And Anakin yelled “I hate you.” Not meaning it. He never meant it, he just wanted to hurt obiwan. At 13 it hit me that, oh ohhhh they really loved eachother. More than the brother, master or anything. They where soulmates. This was wayyyyy before the force dyad was introduced. Anakin needed Obiwan and Obiwan needed Anakin.

Then I saw a tv special where George Lucas talked about who Obiwan and Vader are two sides of the same coin. They are Luke and Leia’s father.

Okay so back to 13 and being a budding yaoi fan girl. This was before it was cringe. There was this picture of a mpreg Obiwan and a protective Anakin Skywalker. The image stuck in my mind for a while. I moved on to different ships and yeah I still liked Star Wars but anime boys were life!

So moving forward I was 27 and just finished up watching the new starwars stuff. Yeah I had fun but eh? Kylux is a great ship btw. I missed the old stuff and rewatched the movies 1-6. Yeah it was cheesy but knowing it was written for children, Lucas little boys apparently. I saw them through a new light. I remembered that old mpreg obikin picture and thought I would see what the Obikin fanfiction looked like now a days. I read a few back in the day but nothing great.

I was blown away by the new fanfics and writers on ao3. I was very impressed and then inspired, maybe I could write something? There isn’t any more fics I can read! I’ve roleplayed for years I could write a bit. So I did, just to see if I could write alone. Honestly I was expecting to be ripped a new butthole for bad writing. At 18 I tried writing fanfiction for yugiyo and yikes…yikes man. But the Obikin community was loving and encouraging. I kept going. My writing improved, they loved my crazy random ideas and silly world building.

I love Obikin, the relationship between Obi-wan and Anakin. The fun cannon of Star Wars that can easily fit anything. They’re complicated relationships between Quigonjin, Dooku, Padme and yoda. The amazing fan-artist, how Ewan Megreger is handsome. ( one of my first crushes) along with Hayden Christensen. (That photo of him giving a lightsaber to his daughter?! 🥺)) being a romantic I wanted to give these characters a happy ending.

But the community, is what made this my favorite ship.

I know that was a lotta text, but you deserved a full explanation.

❤️🐰❤️🐰❤️🐰

All my love

Hannibella .

I think this is the artist. Geez 2005…that’s a looong time ago!

Side note? I miss iPods :(

[ivystoryweaver]

Also just a few questions to get to know you!

What got you into writing? Which Oscar media did you first watch? And who’s your favourite blorbo? 🥰

Hiiiii thanks for the questions!

What got you into writing? I've been writing since I was a middle schooler. I had several pen pals, kept a journal and wrote terrible poems. One of my out-of-town friends and I would mail each other poem and story notebooks. I still have one to this day (she is by far the superior writer). Then I started writing some fandom stuff ages ago on other sites. I took a very long break. When I saw Moon Knight - you know when you see a film or tv show and something in you stirs and you're like - this is gonna wreck me. I'm gonna stalk it so hard lol. I've been on tumblr forever, but I still held off posting until a year after the show ended. Idk why. But I read and read and read - there are so many good writers on here.

sorry that was long

Which Oscar media did you first watch? The Nativity Story, not right when it came out, but after. I remember thinking that Joseph was kind of cute, which made me feel weird ok. And thinking that his performance was the only real standout in kind of a bland film? But I forgot about him. I saw him in Drive and The Bourne Legacy and was like, who is this guy, he is so interesting. Saw Ex Machina and really liked that but it still wasn't totally registering for me. Then he got cast as Poe and I was like ohhhh yeah I know that guy.

And who’s your favourite blorbo? I'm real bad on my Oscar kick (who am i kidding, it's been years). Specifically, Marc Spector is the love of my life. I love Steven and Poe as well. Obi-Wan Kenobi. I had a lengthy Ewan McGregor phase and I still watch most anything he does. Had a long time love of Sam and Dean from Supernatural too. But all time?? Mulder and Scully! They are my babes and I would die for them.

Sorry for the novel. What about you? If you feel like answering. Now, I think I saw some sort of Oxford Comma playlist but I was posting a one-shot, so I'm just gonna go... *runs*

[breithenua]

Thoughts I had while watching Star Wars: Visions, S1 Ep3

Why is that ship just 2 star destroyers linked side by side like a conjoined twin?

Wait it's because the commanders are twins? Are they conjoined twins or something?

No they're just regular twins. Why the double-ship instead of just making one ship that can handle the bigass planet destroying cannon then?

Did the empire really waste money making a twin star destroyer just to fit a theme? If that's what they were wasting their money on, no wonder they fell.

"Twins born from the dark side of the force" WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN

Oh good, they grew up with C-3PO's fascist cousin as a simpering nanny to them.

Oh the brother stole the kyber crystal powering the bigass laser. I bet this is gonna be two dark siders vying for power.

Brother apologizes to storm troopers before force pushing them into a wall. Doesn't seem very dark-sidey to me.

Somehow he just uses the force to explosively disintegrate the darth vader-ass armor he was wearing. Even if that is possible with the force why would you do that when you're about to have a fight with your twin lightsaber-wielding twin sister who's still wearing said armor AND a whole company of stormtroopers? This kid is tactically speaking, really fucking dumb.

Ok he just has his droid attack his sister with his x-wing. Now there's the dark side actions I was looking for.

She deflects the blasts with the force and it blows the fuck out of her troops. Now *that* is very dark side.

Ok now he's fleeing in the ship.

She force pulls the stolen kyber crystal out of his x-wing. Oh he's definitely gonna suffocate to death now.

Oh he hasn't suffocated yet, not very realistic but maybe it's just a matter of time.

...He's talking to his sister on top of the star destroyer. They aren't actually going to follow the rules of "no oxygen in space" are they?

At least she's got her armor on, so her not suffocating makes sense.

They're fighting over the stolen kyber crystal now. She's using sith lightning on it for some reason? I thought she wanted it back so why not just use force-pull?

Oh now HE'S using sith-lightning on it too.

Wait I actually think it's supposed to be them both using force-pull on the crystal? WHY IS THERE LIGHTNING?

Oh they exploded the crystal. K.

Oh her helmet got disintegrated now. If this actually followed physics THEY'D BOTH BE SUFFOCATING TO DEATH RIGHT NOW.

Oh she's got a shard of the crystal now. I wonder where this is going?

Now she's putting it in her suit for some reason?

Ok now she's powering up or some shit

Now she's grown 4 extra arms that are now spouting lightsabers. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING.

Oh he got a shard of the crystal too? Too bad he destroyed his armor, that'd be REAL USEFUL RIGHT NOW.

Ohhhh he put it in his lightsaber. Wait why was he carrying around his lightsaber without a kyber crystal in it? At that point it's just a short metal stick. I mean I guess you could bludgeon someone with it that way but not very useful against actually functional fucking lightsabers.

Anyway I guess his lightsaber works now. And now he's fighting his sister Sith Doc Oc with one lightsaber against her 6. Eat your heart out, Obi-wan vs General Grievous.

Wait he stole the crystal because he had a vision that it'd overpower her suit and kill her and he wanted to save her? THEN WHY DID YOU HAVE YOUR DROID SHOOT AT HER WITH A FUCKING X-WING?

WHY DOES A SITH LORD ALIGNED WITH THE EMPIRE HAVE AN X-WING ANYWAY. Y'ALL USE TIE FIGHTERS.

Oh cool she just sprouted like 6 more arms at once, each with their own lightsaber. I don't even know what's going on at this point. To be fair though, I don't think I ever did know.

He's using his x-wing's hyperdrive.... to further power his lightsaber. What? How the fuck does that even work?

And now it's the size of the Empire State Building. Why.

Oh he's activating his ship's hyperdrive to propel him at his sister while slicing the star destroyer they're standing on in half.

They're still breathing and talking to each other just fine in space. Idk why it still bothers me as much as it does, but it does.

Oh he just stops short enough with his lightsaber that he only destroyed the part of her armor that stored the kyber crystal. That's incredibly convenient to the point of being unbelievable

Oh now her armor is exploding off of her. Kay.

Oh, parts of her jumpsuit underneath are torn to show bare skin and cleavage. Because FANSERVICE.

*Scene pans out to show the destroyer they were standing on CUT IN HALF LENGTH-WISE. THEN HOW WASN'T SHE CUT IN HALF SINCE IT WAS FROM THE SAME SLASH???

Oh she's just floating in space now. Eh it'll be fine, since apparently people in this short can just breathe in fucking space.

Oh the droid nanny is saving her.

WHY DOES THE DROID HAVE A SPACE HELMET ON IT DOESN'T EVEN NEED TO BREATHE.

I fucking hate this short.

Oh a meteor crashing on a planet, cool visual to finish the short on at lea----IT WAS THE BROTHER'S X-WING CRASHING INTO THE SURFACE NOSE-FIRST AND HE'S JUST FINE? Ughhhhhhhh.

I *REALLY* hate this short.

[rainsmediaradio]

King Promise - Naana Lyrics

King Promise - Naana Lyrics Oh naana eee Oh naana eee (I come back for your love) Yeah How many songs were inspired by you? How many tears were inspired by me? How many nights wey you wan forget? But, you never ever rember again How many times have you done with this? How many reasons, you for leave But you stayed But I am good at just one thing And that thing is loving you Say for your love, I don't need no perfection Girl, your love be my obsession Make I tell you my confession My lady oh-oh Say for your love, I don't need no perfection Girl, your love be my obsession Make I tell you my confession My lady oh-oh Naana yeah Naana ahh yeah Dem no born me well if I lose you oh You complete me ohh Naana yeah Naana uhhh ahh yeah Wo ne m'akoma so ade3 3ne me bibia oooo You complete me ohh See my love no dey cause you damages You used to dey for me ah ah Only you baby I go change my ways I go do am for you baby My love no dey cause you damages You used to dey for me ah aha They said I am bad for you I no be perfect, but I will try for you You know you love the way I crush on you Everyday I go dey do you good, Naana These girls got nothing on you You be the screw to my spanner oh Noby else dey matter oh Girl, only you be my matter oh Ohhhh yeah-yeah-yeah She be good girl, but she bad for the boy She give me sweet topping Make I confuse ohh..... Me say, she be good girl, but she bad for the boy She give me sweet topping Make I confuse ohh..... Say for your love, I don't need no perfection Girl, your love be my obsession Make I tell you my confession My lady oh-oh Say for your love, I don't need no perfection Girl, your love be my obsession Make I tell you my confession My lady oh-oh Naana yeah Naana ahh yeah Dem no born me well if I lose you oh You complete me ohh Naana yeah Naana uhhh ahh yeah Wo ne m'akoma so ade3 3ne me bibia oooo You complete me oh See my love no dey cause you damages You used to dey for me ah ah Only you baby I go change my ways I go do am for you baby My love no dey cause you damages You used to dey for me ah aha Read the full article

[renegadeontherunn]

First Lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

thank you so much for the tag nessa! @vanilla-chip-101

since I only have 6 fics cause I’m only including star wars alfsjkas I’ll add some wips that’ll be released soon at the end cause I am just Like That :))) and I literally don’t know how to stop talking :D (the starred one is my favorite line!)

from wrong, wrong, wrong

“Ahsoka.”

*from Ahsoka Joins the Cuddle Pile

Ahsoka is mildly worried that there’s something actually, seriously wrong with her.

from words, how little they mean when you’re a little too late

“You know, I always imagined this being a little more dramatic,” Ahsoka gasps out.

from lightning never strikes the same place twice

Her hand was shaking as it clutched her lightsaber.

from i blame tuesdays

Ahsoka hated Tuesdays.

from i’m only me when i’m with you idiots

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

WIP TIME!

from alone together

She was wandering outside, could barely stand to be in the Temple when it was supposed to be warm and safe and home but every hallway, every inch of it was soaked in Obi-Wan’s presence, and the world was cold, silent without him.

from i almost do

Ahsoka shivered.

from i’m wide awake (but i’m still having nightmares)

Rex’s head jerked up as something shifted beside him.

from if i’m lost, then how can i find myself?

Obi-Wan blinked.

so what I’m seeing here is that I only write Ahsoka and . . . okay! might need to work on that HA

no pressure tags (sorry if you’ve already been tagged/done this): @reese-haleth (but finish your papers first lmao), @indigostars, @betweentwopines, @the13thbattalion, @giggles-and-freckles, @stolen-pen-name23, @songbird-wings

[house-of-kolchek]

The One With the Elevator

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Hi guys welcome to my new obsession. @obsessedwithtoomanythings may I thank you for inspiring my madness. I’m sorry it’s so short I wasn’t sure if I should continue or not 

Word Count: 1.7k

Part Two: The Smut >>

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You didn’t like elevators.

They were too unpredictable, and it simply made no sense how a box bearing tens of bodies could be supported by two cables and a wheel.

And unfortunately for you, Coruscant was just full of them.

“Obi-Wan, are you sure you can’t just, force jump us up there or something?” you pleaded, dragging your feet behind the Jedi as he led you through the elevator doors. You grimaced at the sheer amount of buttons lining the doorway. Naturally, you were headed to the top.

Obi-Wan chuckled beside you, stepping closer as he hit the corresponding button, prompting the doors to slide shut.

“While I wish that were possible, I don’t think we would make it incredibly far,” he mused, glancing upwards as the floor started to move. “Maybe three or four floors. Certainly not seventy.”

You groaned. If it were anyone but yourself, you would be amused, of course. Because what kind of Jedi is afraid of something trivial as an elevator? You’d literally fought beasts the size of skyscrapers. What was a little tiny moving room going to do? You glanced out the window, catching the glimmer of Coruscant and its buildings, standing tall above the ground.

You refused to look down.

As if it sensed your unease, the elevator stuttered to a halt, sending your balance tumbling. As though he’d sensed it before you, Obi-Wan’s hand caught your forearm, steadying your feet as the room gave a final shudder.

“Ohhhh kriff this is it we’re going to die,” you rambled, clutching his hand like a lifeline. Obi-Wan chuckled through his nose, before squeezing your hand to pull you from your own thoughts. 

“We’re alright,” he soothed, his voice much softer, and carrying none of the amusement that twinkled in his gaze. “The elevator’s just broken down. I’m sure maintenance will be here momentarily.”

You were grateful for his calming nature, offering him a nervous grin as he guided you to take a seat on the floor. Slowly, his hand slipped from yours, and he gave you a brief glance, asking a silent question as he stepped towards the door panel. 

“I’m alright,” you answered. Motioning to the panel, where his hand hovered over the help button. Nodding, Obi-Wan turned to the button, and the attached speaker.

Maintenance, however, was not there as promised.

“Sorry- how long?” Obi-Wan pressed, an anxious hand reaching to comb through his beard. Your gaze glued itself to the back of his head as he stood next to the door, ear trained to the speaker where maintenance was sharing the bad news.

“Maintenance droid is down, and we can’t spare anyone for the next hour at least,” the garbled voice said. “I’d get comfortable if I were you. It’s gonna be a bit of a wait.”

“Right,” Obi-Wan huffed, barely restraining the annoyance in his voice. “Thank you.” He turned to face you, still splayed across the floor with your legs strewn out. The maintenance officer grumbled an indiscernible reply, before the line went dead. With a sigh, Obi-Wan settled back next to you, leaning his back against the window.

“Well,” you started. “This is going to be fun.”

You caught the brief, upwards tilt in his lips, before his head fell back, his eyes fluttering shut for a short moment. You picked at your fingernails. Biting your lip, you contemplated what to say, the silence growing louder and more awkward with every passing second.

You hadn’t noticed it at first. The fleeting glances, or the lingering touches that were shared as the years passed, and you both grew from Padawans to Jedi Knights. Until of course, he’d stood in front of you, just months ago. Sporting a new beard, and hair that fell to his shoulders, the man in front of you was vastly different from the fresh-faced, blue-eyed boy you’d once known.

You’d spent the next months unable to chase him from your mind. His lilted grin when he thought no one was looking, or the glimmer of pride in his eyes as he shared stories of his own young padawan. You could see the passion he held in his everyday activities, and you simply found yourself relishing in those glances you wished he reserved for you and you alone. Or the vivid dreams you experienced of holding him close, running your fingers through his auburn locks and pressing kisses against rosy cheeks.

And then he was sitting next to you, his leg just barely pressing against yours. He was close enough that you could smell his body wash, nearly masked by the hint of engine smoke from his travels. He filled your senses, his presence growing stronger with each passing second, and you weren’t sure if it was a comfort or a hindrance to your sanity. 

“Something on your mind, darling?” he hummed, breaking you from your trance. There it was again, that nickname he reserved for you. One that held a certain level of closeness, attachment, those feelings that were forbidden by the code you lived by. But you couldn’t help the grin tugging at your lips when he called you by that name, of the fluttering in your heart as his gaze turned to you.

“Oh, no,” you deflected, waving a hand. “It’s nothing.”

But Obi-Wan was not one to be swayed so easily. He sat straighter, turning his full attention to you.

“Something tells me that’s not true,” he pressed, leaning closer. “I can feel the turmoil in your head.”

You froze. 

“What? There’s no turmoil.” You were floundering. You both knew it. 

“My dear, you do know how terrible of a liar you are, don’t you?”

You could chalk it up to your unease, being stuck in a dangling death-trap way above the surface. Obi-Wan was your friend, he would understand your trivial fears. 

And yet, as his gaze bore down on you, soft and light, just barely glimmering with that edge of concern he couldn’t hide, you found yourself unwilling to lie to him. It was something in the way he called you dear. Or the way his fingers brushed across the back of your hand in an effort to ground you. Those little actions, showing just how much he knew you, maybe even cared for you. Before you knew thought from action, the words were spilling from your lips.

“It’s you.”

“Me?” he repeated, his head tilting to the side as he tried to mask his reaction. You could see the faint hurt swirling in his eyes, effectively breaking your heart into a million pieces. 

“It’s- I don’t-” You groaned, throwing your head into your hands. Obi-Wan was patient, waiting silently for you to continue. You could feel the presence of his hand, just barely hovering over your back. “Why do I have to feel things when I’m around you?”

He raised a brow.

“What kind of things?”

You gulped. Emotions churned in your stomach, a blazing heat that rose to your throat. Were you seriously about to utter a sentence that could have you expelled? Ruin the friendship you had with the man beside you?

“Things that go against the order,” you spat out. Instantly, you cringed, a sense of horror and dread filling your entire being. You barely heard the way Obi-Wan choked next to you, trying pitifully to recover his composure at the words.

He cleared his throat, took a shuddered breath, picked at his fingernails. You grimaced, throwing your sleeves over your face and wishing you could jump directly out of the elevator window. You’d take the fall at that point, if it meant you didn’t have to watch the man you cared so deeply for avoid your gaze like that. 

“I- um,” he started, trailing off with a harsh knot in his brow. You shimmied away, your skin stinging at even the slightest brush of his robes.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked, stumbling to your feet and pressing yourself rather ungracefully against the opposite wall.

“What? No, you shouldn’t be sorry,” he retracted, jumping to his own stance. Crossing the cramped space, Obi-Wan stood before you, reaching out to gingerly rest a hand on your bicep. “I’m- I’m just too daft to express my own thoughts about you.”

Well.

“What do you mean?” you breathed, a heavy blush trailing across your cheeks. Obi-Wan gulped, seeming almost nervous, as he leaned in closer. His lips halted mere inches from yours, those striking blue eyes of his flickering up to meet yours. He looked wild, afraid, but something in him also looked serene.

“I think what I’m trying to say is your thoughts are reciprocated, my dear.”

For a man as sure as Obi-wan, his kiss was messy, teeth clacking against yours as he scrambled to meet your lips. With a sharp inhale, you reciprocated, meeting his eager, unsure pace. Your trembling fingers wrung into his cloak, finding purchase to keep yourself upright.

Obi-Wan broke from your kiss, an apology forming on his lips. Yet before he could utter a syllable you were pulling him back, more sure of yourself with every second as your lips sought his.

“Have you ever done this?” you muttered, the words muffled by his kiss. Obi-Wan’s hands sought your waist, his fingers trembling as they dug into the fabric of your shirt.

“Yes,” he uttered. “But not with someone I…”

Another kiss.

“Not with someone I cared for like this.”

“Obi-Wan,” you sighed, and he leaned back. A sudden gust of cool air swept across your chest. He gulped.

“I think I might be in love with you,” he stated.

And as if a switch had flipped, he was back on your lips, kissing you with that familiar confidence he held. Your back fell flush against the elevator doors, your chest flaming with all the pent up feelings being released. 

Deepening the kiss, your cheeks grew hot as his hands slid upwards, curling around your back and pressing you even further against him. You parted, a hot breath mingling with his before his teeth captured your bottom lip. 

“Obi-Wan,” you repeated, letting the back of your head fall against the wall. “As much as I-” you heaved in a breath, unable to form the words. “We can’t get caught like this.”

The Jedi simply smirked, his previous sheepishness all but vanished, as he ran his thumb across your bottom lip.

“You heard them, maintenance isn’t coming for another hour.”

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Ah. To continue as smut or not to continue as smut. That is the question.

[wilwheaton]

You can be any (new, original) character in Star Wars. Who do you choose to be? Space wizard with sword? Scruffy smuggler? Ace pilot? Gruff bounty hunter? Outlaw? Droid? Something I haven’t thought of? Who would you want to be?

Ohhhh that's a fun question. A huge part of me thinks Obi-Wan had it all worked out, living in quiet retirement on Tatooine, and I love the idea of playing a quiet mentor to the hero who all the bad guys underestimate.

But I also love the idea of being a scruffy smuggler who is so fed up with the Empire's bullshit he leaves his safe, quiet, perfectly fine life to support the rebellion.

[hanemiso]

...dazai, Fyodor, akutagawa and atsushi with a bilingual s/o ?

Also I love Ur writing so freaking much, I've been bringing through posts for ages now lol. (◕ᴗ◕✿)

a/n: awww thank you nonnie!! that means so much to me 🥺💞 thank you for requesting, pls enjoy!! i hope fyodor isn't ooc!! i’m not caught up in the manga so fyodor is based off of what i’ve seen in the anime or remember

characters: dazai, fyodor, akutagawa, and atsushi

bsd characters w/ a bilingual s/o

- i’m gonna start this off by saying

- you fckin cuss him out in your other language LMAO

- and whenever you do he’s like 👁👄👁

- “i’m too scared to ask…”

- “you should be 🥰”

- that’s usually all you use your other language for

- but dazai is enamored with your accent and your pronunciation in your other language

- you could legit tell him to eat shit and die and he’d still look at you like ❤️👄❤️

- like

- accents are sexy 😏

- he also just thinks your intelligence is sexy, the fact that you know more than japanese is enough to get him hot and bothered

- he’s very much the embodiment of “i like your funny words magic man🤩”

- and also like “go oooooooon”😃

- listen this man-

- i’m sorry but he generally doesn’t care 😔

- but if you speak russian 👀

- you’ve peaked his interest

- it’d surprise him the first time he hears it

- he’s looking at you like 😃 “hello yes you speak russian?”

- he uses you to gather intel if you speak other languages other than russian

- if russian is not your first language, he finds your pronunciation adorable

- he considers you both the dream team, neither he nor you considered just how much language can play a role in a master plan

- he wants you to teach him words and phrases in your other language so that he has another way of discreetly giving orders

- i’m sorry i can only envision you calling him a rat in a different language if you ever got mad at him and he would take it as a compliment 😭

- the biggest “this you?” LMAO-

- he’s just like ☺️ “you have a way with words”

- i know i said fyodor wouldn’t care

- but aku is even worse

- you’d say something to him in your other language and he’d straight up be like

- “i can’t understand you, idiot. you know how to speak japanese. use it.”

- he’s one salty bitch i’ll tell you that much i love him anyway

- if you keep speaking in your other language even after he says that to you, he will walk away

- in his mind, if you’re not going to say anything to him that he can understand then you’re wasting his time

- but if it sounds like you called him a name?

- ohhhh he’s gonna turn on his heel and look at you with the deadliest stare

- “wanna run that by me again?”

- if you’re bold you’ll say it again >:(

- he’ll ask what it means before marching over to you and getting in your face

- he would never hurt you, of course, and you know this. these kinds of fights happen quite often anyway

- but what you weren’t expecting was for him to ask you to teach him the bad names LMAO

- it’s like that one panel in wan

- he uses them to insult atsushi (i’m sorry precious boi)

- he’s another one who finds your ability to speak other languages fluently hot 😏

- except he gets more flustered than dazai

- when you speak in your other language he’s like 😃 “eh?”

- i can see him like tanjiro asking kanao about her coin

- you know when he’s like “nani nani??”

- you teach him because he seemed interested in your other language

- one of the phrases you taught him was “i love you” 🥺

- and when you told him what it meant HE GOT SO RED AWWWW

- and tried to say it back to you, but he was stuttering the entire time with a red face because it made him nervous

- you know how i said akutagawa uses the names you teach him to insult atsushi? well one time roles were reversed on accident

- he had heard you call dazai a dick one time and when he saw akutagawa iT SLIPPED-

- when he realized he said it he was like 😳 meanwhile aku was like 🤨

- “what did you say, jinko?”

- “you heard me! >:(“ he just didn’t wanna repeat it

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[mathmusic8]

Tales of the Jedi Reaction

Y'all, it was SO

GOOD

<3 <3 <3

Spoilers under the cut

Episode 1

Pav-ti (Ahsoka's mom) is beautiful 

And she has a gun :D

Also her dad is a lovable dork <3

I appreciate how they have 1-year-old Ahsoka acting appropriately for her age

This is quite the ritual for one so young. But I appreciate it, in a way. 

Ohhhh no big bad monster

Hghhhhhhhhhhh very big bad monster!!

Is this gonna be a Grogu-with-the-mud-horn moment?

Nope, guess not--opE, THIS BRINGS ME DISTRESS NOT GOOD

I mean we know how this ends but STILL

THAT SCREENSHOT THO with baby soka patting the tiger's nose <3 <3 <3

(How on earth did she get on top of that thing?? XD)

Gosh dangit y'all I need to sleep but I now don't WANT TO

Episode 2

Young Dooku!! Is that young Qui-Gon? Can't really tell. I don't see a padawan braid

That's the most actual dog-looking dog I've ever seen in star wars

Dooku's so dramatic with that cape XD

Y'all are leaving your backs wide open

Ohhhhkaaay this is sinister

Mmmmmm this does not look like it's going to end well

His lightsaber was blue <3

Why? Just... why, senator dude?

OH SNAP THERE'S THE DARKNESS

GOOD JOB KIDs FOR DEESCALATING 

BUT YIKES

Heeheeheehee it is Qui-Gon <3

Good golly gracious I'm gonna cry Qui-Gon was so sweet

(Noooooo why is this show SO GOOD I WAS GONNA SLEEP BUT I GUESS NOT)

Episode 3

I can see why Dooku is getting very fed up with the system. I would be, too.

What are those GLOVES? Like, are they just for show or are these people only near-human? (I lowkey want a pair)

Hmmm the senator's nervous. He'll do ANYTHING for his people, huh?

Disaster lineage rebellion didn't start with Qui-Gon XD

Thhaaaat's a lightsaber mark in that tree

Ope, LOTS of lightsaber marks

Well this went downhill very quickly

This guy's got mismatched eyes. Neat

Semage. Is that a name I should know?

(As interesting and genuinely fascinating as Dooku's backstory is, I hope we don't spend a whole of time on his fall. It's depressing.)

Episode 4

At least one more Dooku episode. Alrighty, that's fine. I just kinda hope this is the last one.

Ooooooooh I like this inner view of the archives :D

There goes Kamino :'D

Ohhhhhhhhh this is DURING Episode I

"an active imagination", honey--Master Nu--that is NOT the right response to a report of Sith appearing--

YADDLE!!

SPEAKS NORMALLY???

WHAT????

Was NOT expecting that

So Yoda's just weird I guess

Dropping hints, are we, Dooku?

"I will not be there to protect you, my old Padawan" "You need not worry, Master. Obi-Wan fills that role now."

SHRIIIIIEEEEEK

"He acquits himself quite well."

*shrieking continues"

Dooku still hasn't met Obi-Wan?? Even though he and Qui-Gon apparently still get along? 

Is that the last time they saw each other? D':

Here we go. I sense a climax coming. Yaddle's not having it.

Ohhhhh they just got the news about Qui-Gon's death. Oww.

Yeah, I bet this is Dooku's last episode

Yaddle doing some sneaky sneak sneaking

(Ahsoka canonically never knew Yaddle. This is going to be bad)

Ah, so Dooku's already been in contact with Sidious.

"You lost an apprentice and so did I. All in service of our greater goals."

Hrk--

That was a gut punch if I ever felt one

This REALLY hurts, watching Dooku voice all his regrets for his lost honor, as if he's having second thoughts, but we as the audience already know he's only going to fall further

Yaddle... you... okay, mad respect for giving your full and honest best effort to help this man. But this is an absolute tragedy.

Yaddle, I wish you'd've run. I get that you're still trying to save him, but---

HOLY--

Ohhhh that was unpleasant death

OPE JUST KIDDING

But this still can't end well

....I don't know which moment was worse.

Episode 5

Okay, there's only 6 of these, so better enjoy these last two

(Will there be any more? I don't think so...)

Anakin! During clone wars--baby face! LOOK AT THAT BABY FACE ANAKIN

OBI-WAN MULLET

AHSOKA almost HAS SLEEVES!

CALEBBBBBBBBB 

AIIIIEEEEEEEEE THat WaS sO CuTE

Oh myGOSH HE CANONICALLY KNOWS AHSOKA DURING THE WAR

Seriously, like, not very many people were in there. That super implies they're close friends

Of course Anakin thinks the training remotes are sub-par XD

Troopers! My boys! 

REXXXX <3 <3

"Don't worry Rex, she'll wake up"

Awwwww

IT WAS JESSE!!!

*he waves* "Sorry Commander!"

SQUEAAAAAL

THAT WAS SO CUTE JESSE XD

also, super helpful to know stun blasts work for a whole hour. And that you can "get used to it". And that she's dizzy afterwards

Jeeze Anakin how long were you doing this?

So yeah, she does start waking up faster

THIS HURTS MY HEART

THIS IS WHY SHE SURVIVED

IT HURTS

awww she's still training later in the war

OWWW SHE USES THAT EXACT MOVE IN THE--YES, IN THIS EPISODE EXACTLY WHY ARE YOU HURTING ME LIKE THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Episode 6

gaaaaaasp is this how Ahsoka gets her white lightsabers?? So excited

Gah the funeral tho (cries)

Bail absolutely saw her

Ah, there he is

Ahsoka's face--she's just... so broken right now

These poor troopers are like "we picked up a weeeirdo"

Ahsoka got the message, tho :D

REX IS STILL WITH HER

GAH SO MANY LITTLE DETAILS FOR THE FANFICS

Yeeee! Cut Lawquane and the Fam!

Orrrr just farmers, okay thay's fine

Aaaaand there goes Ahsoka's cover

ASHLA IS CANONICALLY HER UNDER COVER NAME!! Yeee!

Yeeeeaaah, kid, you better skip town. Like. Pronto.

Ah, but that's what attracted the Inquisitor. Got it.

Oh.

Oh dear.

That is NOT how I expected this to go

Ohhh mmmaaan this is tense

Awww I'm almost sad that we didn't get to see this super cool/dangerous Inquisitor in Rebels. But nah, it just makes this little mini-episode epic

Eeeeheeehehe, there's where Organa's comm came in handy :D

It's implied that a significant chunk of time passed. And Rex wasn't with her.

HMMM

But that was the last episode

Maybe we'll learn more in the Bad Batch

I'm going to bed soooooo late y'all

But was it worth it?

YES

ALL OF THEM WERE SO GOOD

[elthadriel]

Ohhhh can I ask why you have mixed feelings about the unrequited codywan characterization? I really love that one but I also love how you write Cody now too. I think it’s a good progression but I can see the difference. I just love Cody centric fics though where you get into his head and his feelings so I might be just in love with it for that reason (and because I was low key shipping him and Rex the whole fic tbh)

So I've actually been thinking about this a fair bit recently, so have much more of an answer than you asked for. Putting it under a cut because of that.

So I started that fic before I’d really joined the fandom. I don’t even think I’d finished the show yet. It started as this tiny little thing — that scene where Cody sees Obi Wan with Satine, that was the first thing I wrote — and the rest of the fic grew around it. The problem as it turns out with writing this way, with pretty much no outline while also entering the fandom for the first time, is that I didn’t have a strong idea of who I wanted Cody to be and that I was really susceptible to fanon.

So Cody’s characterisation was mostly decided by what I needed for the themes I was going for. I was thinking a lot about platonic love vs romantic love not just in fiction but in how we frame it in real life too. (I was thinking a lot about possibly being on the aroace spectrum at the time so it was floating around in my head.) Also, I was wanting to play into the age difference a little. Obi Wan is 35 at the start of the war, Cody is the equivalent of 20, not even taking into account the rapid ageing. There is a world of life experience between the two. I wanted the clones to feel like young men, and I placed that over a lot of individual characterisation I would have leaned into if I rewrote this.

And honestly, I think he came out a little boring, and very passive. He doesn’t make a lot of conscious choices throughout the story. I don’t think the plot beats are necessarily bad, but I would want to reframe them, have more space for Cody to think about why he’s choosing not to act on this and what has pushed him into this place of feeling like this? Are Fox and Wolffe entering into romantic relationships and he’s considering the possibility that there’s something wrong with him? And why Obi Wan? In the fic I make a joke that Cody has a thing for authority figures, and Obi Wan is kind, I think that’s mostly it. Does Obi Wan challenge him in meaningful ways? What is different about him and any of the other Jedi Cody encounters?

I like Cody being sharper and more of an asshole. I like him being pragmatic and a practised hand at ignoring what he wants in favour of a sense of duty. Cody can make the same choices not to act on his feelings towards Obi Wan but have more agency in why he’s doing that. I think it also would have made the scene with Satine land better. Cody as written is clear that he isn’t going to say anything to Obi Wan, but if instead he is honest with himself that he’d like to say something but feels he can’t due to his duty or whatever, there’s more of a sense that he’s lost something. I also just like that brand on pining a little more anyway.

And I like Obi Wan being an asshole too. When I’m shipping them I like them just annoying each other until they realise they’ve caught feelings and are utterly exhausted with themselves and what they see as their own awful taste. If I was doing it again, I’d have more Obi Wan and Cody snark for sure.

I while I don’t think it’s bad that Cody is seeking romantic love to prove his humanity, that’s a common trope and I’ve seen real people fall into that trap, but I don’t like that it centres a non-clone in a story that is about clones being people. Ideally I’d have Cody come to most of the conclusions he ends up reaching on his own, or at least hear them when the other clones are saying it. As it stands, I don’t like that Wolffe and Obi Wan say more or less the same thing, but it’s only when a non-clone says it that Cody actually hears and internalises it. This is something that pops up in many Codywan fics (it’s part of why I’ve fallen out of love with the pairing in general) and I don’t like what it implies.

Also, on Codex: I was also lowkey shipping him with Rex (I’m always at least lowkey shipping him with Rex, though this was before I feel headfirst into that ship and drowned in it) but I felt it was important thematically that the ending beat of a story that was about platonic love not end with a different ship. It’s why there weren’t any background ships either, even though I’d have normally had Waxer and Boil be dating. I just wanted conversations around friendship and how bullshit it is that romantic love is treated as the most legitimate form of love.

This was the fic were I really found how I wanted to write Fox though, so I can’t fault it for that.

All in all, I don’t regret writing the fic, and I’m glad people have responded positively to it, but it’s a story that I can’t help but look at and wish I’d done differently. I like unrequited love as a trope, and as much as I enjoy actually requited unrequited love, I wish there was more of it in fandom. I think who we love, even when they don’t love us back the same way, and what we chose to do with that says a lot about us.