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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 8~

Not far from the cave system, in the opposite direction of the geothermal vents, is a living grave. Every now and again one of Naboo's massive oceanic beasts meets it's end to natural causes, and sinks into the deep. Here, new life is born.

This particular corpse of a ketho whale has been here longer than Maul has, and with it's slothful rate of decomposition, it may very well be here after he's gone. The deep water chill keeps the body all but frozen, as the mound of it feeds billions of tiny lives. Starfish, squid, shrimp, eels, octopus, crab, manta, and more. No other places in the deep sea have as much variety of life as the grave mounds do.

To Darth Maul, this place is his personal grocery store.

“Hmmm,” the sith hums, floating upside-down and perusing the options.

His favorite are the shrimp. Individual mouthfuls that crunch pleasantly. But can a Kenobi eat a shrimp? He knuckles his forehead, trying hard to remember. So much of Before was lost to him. The jedi was... human? Possibly?

…did humans eat shrimp?

He couldn't recall.

Annoyed, he makes a note to demand answers, later, and gathers a sampling for now. The brown tree fruit… whatever it was called… the inside was not nourishing enough to survive on, he knew that much.

With a sweep of the force the sith lord selects his victims. A few plush crabs, half a colony of little blue shrimp, a few colorful yellow and black fish that he knew tasted buttery and sweet, with a long eel-

He recalls, suddenly, eating barbeque eel on… on… the home place. The red world, with swamps and cliffs.

Maul catches two more eels, wondering if he can make them taste like… before. Perhaps he would cook his food for once? Some of this would need to be heated for the jedi to even stomach it. Probably.

With his catch writhing and confused in an intangible net of force, the dragonfish sith turns back for the warren of caves and tunnels.

He arrives to find the jedi in just his pants and sleeveless vest, busily rinsing his inner tunics with fruit water. His much abused leather boots were clean and shiney nearby, still wet.

Maul sloughs himself up onto land, dragging dinner up with him.

“Will that not simply make your robes sticky?” he questions the other man, skeptical of the tactic.

“They're not ripe, so they're not sweet in the slightest. I'm hoping…” Kenobi shrugs, “it's an experiment. I suppose we shall see.”

“Mnh.”

The jedi stands, turning to him while wringing out the excess fluid. “What have you got there?”

Grinning, Maul tosses the panoply of pissed off sea creatures at him. “Catch.”

The noise Kenobi makes when he takes eel to the face brings such joy to him.

The creatures scrabble for safety as the jedi backflips further away from them. “Wha! Pfss- guh- MAUL!”

Wheezing with mirth, Maul recollects his catch, and presses them all on the surface of the magma rock to boil them dead.

Kenobi looks on in horror, speechless.

After a brief grilling, Maul piles the results together at the base of the slowly deforming orb, and curls up beside it to begin eating. He picks up an eel first, of course, interested to see if the cooking would make it taste like barbeque.

It does not.

It is still good though.

The jedi lays out his clothes to dry and approaches, one hand tucked into an elbow, the other cradling his chin. He mutters, “... at least it was quick,” then clears his throat before speaking up. “Is any of that for me, or was the food throwing just to be for your own entertainment?”

“It is not my fault you cannot follow simple instructions, Kenobi, but yes. Eat what you will," Maul offers, smug.

The man sinks down onto the stone floor, watchful, and starts poking through the options.

Stupid jedi. Doing something now when he is expecting it would be boring and predictable. He will wait until the other man's guard is lowered before tormenting him again. Obviously.

“Tell me, Kenobi, did the tree fruit satisfy your thirst?” he asks, popping a shrimp in his mouth and smashing it with a crunch of his many excellent teeth.

“The coconuts? Yes… thank you. The pile will last me a few days," the man returns.

Coconuts. They are called coconuts. Of course.

Kenobi picks up an eel, handling it's rubbery length with a disgruntled look. “... I don't suppose I could have a small knife? Temporarily? I need to cut this to cook it properly.”

Maul squints at him. “You are lying, jedi.”

The man huffs, holding the limp eel up, “I am not. This is an entire eel, and not a small one either. I need to remove the guts, and filet it, then grill the slices.”

“Why would you remove the guts? The organs are the best part,” he says, even more certain that Kenobi was simply making things up.

The jedi makes a face, “Hardly.”

They glare at each other for a moment before Kenobi looks away, scowling. “Fine, I shall just… eat something else.”

Maul watches him gather up the thin black and yellow fish, and levitate them on top of the rock. He… just leaves them there. For minutes. The cave starts to smell different because of it.

“Your fish is burning, jedi,” he tells the man.

“No it isn't,” Kenobi replies.

Maul rises up on the coil of his tail, looming at something like nine feet tall to peer over top of the rock and look at the crisping bodies. They aren't any more black than before, but they are turning colors.

“They are becoming brown…”

“Good,” the man says, nonsensically.

With the force, Kenobi flips them without getting up to look. The underside is significantly more brown.

The dragonfish sith sloughs back down to the floor, thoughtful. This was cooking… he had cooked, before, many times. This was right, yes… meat turned colors. It… denatured the proteins.

He doesn't know what ‘denatured’ means anymore, but the word itself remains. Maul scowls, trying to poke at the idea.

He looks up at Kenobi, “How… denatured do you need to make… the protein… to make it edible for… humans?”

The other man hums, calling the crispy fish dinner down to himself, but holding it midair for a moment as it dissipates heat. “For humans? Oh, well, I suppose it depends on their immune system. Anakin likes everything mostly raw… but I've known others that wouldn't touch anything uncooked unless it was a plant.”

Ahah. ‘their’. Kenobi was not a human himself then.

“... and your kind?” Maul asks.

“Hmm… I suppose I prefer my own dinner well done, if only for the result of warm, spiced food,” he says, and brings one of the fish closer to himself to begin nibbling. He makes a face at it. “Mng… of which this is not. I'm glad you've brought back scaleless fish, but the flavor does leave something to be desired.”

“You are lucky I feed you at all,” he tells the fool, sneering.

Kenobi sighs, “I suppose anything is better than starving. Though I would really prefer a pan, oil, and some spice to go with it, even just salt…”

Maul gives him a look.

He scoffs. “Yes yes, I know, stop making that face at me. Beggars can't be choosers, I know.”

They eat until both are full, Maul devouring considerably more than Kenobi. He dumps the extras back into the water. The remains might attract future snacks.

“Well, sith,” the jedi says from his spot beside the magma ball, “what now? I'm fed, I'm watered, I'm warm. For the moment, I'm not dying. What are you going to do with me? Torture?”

Maul grins as he returns from throwing the extra away. “Are you excited at the prospect?”

“Certainly not,” Kenobi drawls, crossing his arms.

The dragonfish sith sways closer, passing him by. The other man clearly doesn't want him at his back, so the motion forces him to turn. As Maul circles, Kenobi keeps turning to face him.

Exactly as intended.

With the jedi's attention on his face, all the way turned around from where they began, Maul draws the end of his tail up to whip at the back of Kenobi’s calves.

The jedi makes a little hop, predicting his flanking attack with the force, but he still turns to look behind him. His mistake. Maul takes that opportunity to close the distance, getting a grip on the front of beige vests. Kenobi spins back around, arms shoving outward defensively.

One of his palms slams into Maul’s sensitive gills, painfully, making the sith snarl and take a snap at the offending limb.

Kenobi tries to tumble backwards, to get away from him, but the grip on his clothes is only joined by a tail curling behind his knees, dragging the jedi in.

The prey in his grip fights him, skilled in the force and so much more interesting to subdue than the mindless wildlife outside.

Kenobi works an elbow free, and tries slamming it point first into the tail spiraling about his hips. Maul barely feels it, but he starts trying to capture that free hand all the same. While he's on that, the jedi side steps his tail, and then drops his weight heavily while pushing downward with the force.

Maul loses hold on him entirely.

The jedi folds, rolls, and does half a cartwheel, kicking him in the arm. Then he falls backwards to gain space. The sith gives him none, closing the distance again and snatching at his ankle as the other man spins away. He misses, and has to try two more grabs before he gets a hold of an elbow with a gleeful noise of success.

Kenobi attempts to bite him, with his human-similar jaw and his flat white teeth. How precious. The dragonfish sith giggles, and nips at the air near his fingers. The jedi recoils, desperate to protect the digits of his sword arm, sending a gale of force into Maul so strong it sends him toppling over backwards.

Unfortunately for the other man, he's got a good grip on Kenobi’s arm, so they both go over backwards.

Maul cackles as they fall.

Kenobi bellows.

They tussle on the floor like it's just any old bar brawl for the better part of ten minutes, until -finally- Maul's sheer tonnage and more than a dozen feet of solid muscle wins the fight for him, yet again.

He bears down on his prisoner, grinning with all his many teeth as the man cries out in pain.

“Weak jjjedi,” he croons, so close to Kenobi’s face that the green glow of his eyes illuminates both of their expressions. “I am beginning to think our first battle was a fluke. You cannot seem to best me.”

The jedi struggles under him, trying to get any limb free, fighting for every inch. “It's not my fault you weigh as much as a bantha!”

“Oh? But you like my weight.”

Kenobi shifts left, trying to wriggle his way out of the hold. “What in the blazes makes you think that?”

Maul hisses in amusement. “You roam in your sleep, jedi. You came to me many times last night, seeking my scales and burrowing into me.”

The man underneath him makes a horrified face, his efforts to escape stalling. “I did not!”

Maul lolls to the side, laying beside him instead of on top, pulling those pale hands to his chest and pressing the palms over his hearts. His long black tail curls up and over the man's legs. “Does this position not ring any bells, Kenobi?”

Blue eyes stare down at his hands, at the red and black that peek through his fingers. “...”

Delighted by the other man's emotional upheaval, and the way it made the force around them feel, Maul pushes the gambit a little further.

“How about if I do… this?” he says, sacrificing a hand to bring Kenobi's body closer to his, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, affectionately. “Are you going to nuzzle me again, I wonder? Going to curl up on my chest and drool?”

“No!” the jedi exclaims, shimmying backward.

Maul allows it and watches him with an inviting look, finding that this little facet of Kenobi’s fear was… particularly entertaining.

“Oh? But you slept so well, did you not?” he accuses.

Kenobi covers his eyes with a hand. “It's… it's nothing to do with you. I simply sleep better when…”

“Held?” Maul croons.

The jedi growls, without answering. Delightful.

Maul snickers, playfully snapping his teeth near the other man's neck. Kenobi turtles, glaring at him. “Would you quit that? I know you're not going to actually bite me. I'd be dead in minutes, and that would ruin all your bloody fun wouldn't it?”

The sith draws back humming. The rage in Kenobi’s eyes is… pleasing. Anger is good. He understands.

“Hnnn… I offer you a trade,” he says sweetly.

The jedi's struggles calm, and he stops ducking into such a hilarious and pathetic little ball, but his expression remains pure suspicion. “It's hardly a trade if I'm coerced into it while disarmed and bound,” he complains.

“Do you think I care?” Maul asks him pleasantly.

Kenobi huffs. “Fine. What's your trade, sith?”

“I will promise not to bite your neck, or near it, if you tell me of your species. At length.”

The jedi blinks, slowly, waiting with an expectant air. Maul raises a brow at him.

“You… want to know about… stewjoni?” the man asks, baffled.

“Yessss,” the dragonfish sith assures.

He is missing too many pieces of Before. The jedi will serve him, as prisoner and informant.

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Tomorrow

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Pairing: Obiwan x you

Content: Sleepy Obiwan beckons you to join him.

Warnings: none

Word count: 850

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“Love.”, he calls for you but it sounds like a gentle cry as he emerges by the doorway to your kitchen. You can see him in your peripheral vision but the fresh batch of cookies you made demanded your attention.

It isn’t easy running a bakery on Coruscant when you cater to the elite. Everything needs to be perfect and so trialing out new recipes meant late nights of burnt batches or a messy kitchen. But your Jedi husband now stands leaning on the doorway with his arms folded and a blanket wrapped around him.

The oven had managed to keep the area around you warm, but the nights on this lustrous planet were too cold to walk around without a woolen cover.

You check the colour. Golden brown. Perfect.

The smell. Divine.

You break one and pop the piece into your mouth. The flavour, the ingredients you had chosen worked well together. Outstanding.

A proud smile worked it’s way across your face even as you tried to hide it. This was going to be another best seller. You dust your hands and your mind now jumped onto the next task. The icing and decoration. But as you turned to get something, Obiwan had made his way towards you.

“New batch. New recipe.”, you still hadn't figured out why he was here but you always loved to share the first of your creations with him.

You held a small broken cookie piece near his mouth and he ate it. His hand reaching up to hold yours as you waited for his reaction. His eyes found yours as he chewed slowly. Elegant as always, but as you stood there, he looped his hand behind your waist and drew you closer.

“Another bestseller.”, he smiled with approval and it made you beam with the happiness of satisfaction.

“Now, come to sleep.”, he mumbled against your lips as he kissed you, the taste of fresh butter from his lips made it difficult to resist his request.

“Yes, in a while, the icing – you start to say but forget the rest as he held you and the comfort of his warmth soaked into your body.

In all the madness to perfect this batch, you had actually forgotten to realize how tired you were.

His locks were set free from the combed back mullet he sported during the day and his beard had caused a faint burn against your skin. His Jedi robes were no where to be seen as he leaned away. His skin gleaming a soft sunkissed glow under the warm lighting, his soft linen pants made it certain that he was done with business and now yearned for your company, lastly his sleepy eyes made you reconsider the icing project.

“I am feeling a bit tired. But I do have to close up the station before I can join you.”, you sigh as you look around the kitchen island and the counter top, full of pot and pans.

But he chuckled as though he was bemused, he didn’t let you go, instead leaned in to kiss the side of your neck under your ear as he whispered, “You often forget I’m a Jedi, darling.”

And as he said it, he used the force to move the icing bowls together, place the lids back on opened vessels and within seconds everything was sorted. You smiled, allowing yourself to sink into his arms.

“I thought that was why you liked me.”, you fought a yawn as you turned to him.

“One of the many reasons why I fell in love with you.”, he replied as he opened up his blanket wrap for you to join in.

“Ah. What are the other reasons?”, you ask as you wrap an arm around his bare waist and as you covered yourself under his blanket.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”, he kissed your forehead as you walked along with him down the dark corridor towards your bedroom.

You put away your jewelry while he got comfortable on his side of the bed and when you took longer to brush your hair, he groaned impatiently as he called your name.

All you could do was laugh in response to his needy pleas and playful jests as you got beneath the covers and fell back onto the pillows next to him.

“I’m here. I’m here.”, you pacify his as you smiled to look at the deep blue of his eyes.

“Took you long enough.”, he frowned innocently.

“Even Grievous doesn’t keep me waiting for that long in the battlefield.”, he mumbled again as he wrapped his arms around you not desiring to wait any longer. You gasp to his statement when he finally rests with his head tucked under your neck as your fingers stroked his hair.

“You take that back.”, you whisper.

“No.”, he speaks into your skin.

“Fine, then I’ll go back downstairs to finish up my icings then.”, you say in mock protest which makes him hold you tighter and nuzzle closer.

“No.”, he says softly.

“Stay with me.”, he says it like it was his only wish and you knew in your heart you could never put work above him.

So you let your hands dip further as you traced the rise and fall of the muscles on his back and before you knew it, under the warmth of the blankets and in the peace of being with each other. Sleep had found you both.

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#5

as you wish

peter parker x afab!reader

masterlist — taglist — library account

💌 summary: peter and you try something new in the bedroom

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Unfair

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summary - How many women will Nat go through before she finally sees what's right in front of her?

warning - 16+ only (you will be blocked!). age gap (reader is legal). masturbation. voyeurism.

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can i request poly dom!tasm!peter x sub!reader x dom!gwen with a degradation/humiliation kink 🥺🥺 tyyyyy <3

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My #1 post of 2022

sirius getting sick and trying to convince u that sitting on his face will make him feel better. and reader j wanting to make him feel better so she does it and he finishes her and just says how it was the best medicine ever <33

"please, baby," sirius pleaded with you. "it'll make me feel better."

"fine," you sighed. "but only because you're so annoying, and it'll shut you up." you slipped off your pajama shorts and climbed over sirius as he made himself comfortable underneath you.

you hovered over his face for a second, "ready?"

"oh, yeah," he said, and you noticed the shit-eating grin plastered on his face as you lowered your hips.

Immediately he began lapping at your cunt like a starved man. you nearly jumped off the bed when his lips made contact with your clit. luckily sirius had managed to slide two strong hands up your thighs and plant themselves on your hips.

his name fell from your lips repeatedly as you shook from the pleasure. sirius' tongue fucked you repeatedly, feeling like he was going as fast as humanly possible. "if you keep doing that I'm gonna come," you breathed.

suddenly you felt two fingers enter your core while his lips sucked on your clit. "fuck, siri, you're so good at that. please don't stop. don't fucking stop."

when his fingers brushed your g-spot you knew you were finished. you arched your back as the high washed over you. panting, you lazily climbed off the boy and threw yourself down on the bed next to him.

after a minute of catching your breaths, you turned to sirius and said, "feel better now?"

"fuck yes," he said. "best medicine ever!"

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1/? Okay but 5+1 fic featuring 5 times Obi wan accidentally caught anakin in a compromising position/anakin + Obi wan were in a compromising position &one time he put anakin in a (com)promising Position 😏😏😏 idk man I’m just think of scenarios like Obiwan & anakin having to hide in a really tight space &anakin’s ass is presssd against Obiwan & force help him but anakin won’t stop wriggling or Obi wan catching anakin leaving a room butt naked: “I swear master! It’s not what you think!!”

aswdelncoijw *wails* anon!!!!! the noise i made when i found this in my inbox the other day was inhuman. this is chefs kiss, perfect, wonderful, magnificent, and exactly my type of thing. i’m more inclined to go with the second option, just because the idea of them actually being together and obi-wan’s control getting progressively less lax each time they find themselves in a compromising position makes my brain turn to static. the rising tension between them has me panting just !!!!! fuck. okay, here’s a thing:

“Dance, Anakin. Now,” Obi-Wan warns, shoving them further in amongst the press of bodies around them.

Obi-Wan rolls his hips, all slow rocking and easy thrusts that speaks of his senior Padawan years spent traversing the lower levels of Coruscant with Quinlan. His former Padawan on the other hand merely grimaces, shuffling his feet and rocking his hands from side to side, looking like a lost tooka amongst its predators.

“You’re going to get us caught,” Obi-Wan hisses, his voice harsh, having to pierce through the rhythmic thumping of the music.

Anakin glares at him, indignant. He sways harder and winces when an enthusiastic Twi’lek bumps into him. Obi-Wan forces himself to not roll his eyes, instead choosing to watch as the Iradu guards currently chasing them stand in the corner of the room. The dance floor is crammed and they shouldn’t be seen, except Anakin is as stiff as a protocol droid.

“Master,” Anakin whines, “why the kriff are we here?”

“Just dance, Anakin,” Obi-Wan snaps. “You do know how to dance, don’t you?”

He is aware that his voice is too severe, his demeanour too irritated, yet he can’t find it within himself to care. Not when sweat is already gathering under his shirt, dampening the line of his back and in between the crevices of his elbows and knees. Even worse is that he can smell Anakin, and he finds that he doesn’t dislike the dark scent.

“Master,” Anakin complains again, his face pinching in distress, clearly uncomfortable.

Obi-Wan gives him a look, a look that says do as I say, and watches as he attempts to move once again. He’s gangly. All elbows and knees and awkward feet, and Obi-Wan is reminded that for all of Anakin’s bravado and frequent arrogance, underneath them is a man who is mostly unsure. Sometimes Obi-Wan forgets that Anakin’s insecurities can be found in the oddest of places. He reins it in most of the time, especially when Obi-Wan himself is around, but here on this planet, shoulders hunched forward and dark eyes skittery, he looks incredibly self conscious.

The music continues to pulse and the lights continue to flicker, all crimson red, purple noir, and electric blue as a uniform of bodies roll and twist together. Anakin continues to shuffle; those insufferably tight trousers he’s wearing are undoubtedly not helping, the white mesh shirt revealing the embarrassed blush on his chest. Obi-Wan averts his gaze. This is probably good for Anakin, to get him out of his comfort zone and introduce him to missions that involve tact and don’t just include blasting his way to success.

Still, Obi-Wan consciously gentles his tone. “You took dance classes at the Temple, didn’t you? Just remember those lessons.”

Anakin scoffs. “They didn’t teach dancing like this,” he says defensively, voice strained.

Obi-Wan grits his teeth, forcing himself not to lash back. Force, but why did Anakin have to be such a brat?

“Like what?” he asks lowly, grinning as a new song starts, featuring a filthy bass that has him rolling his hips, slow and deep. 

“Like that—” Anakin growls, additional heat immediately rippling across his cheeks.

Obi-Wan curls amusement between them in the Force and peers at him in the dimness of the room, waiting for him to explain.

“Yes?” he prompts, smirking.

“Grinding,” Anakin spits out, gesturing towards Obi-Wan’s moving figure.

Obi-Wan laughs. “No, I suppose they didn’t.”

Anakin inhales, exhales, swallows thickly and looks anywhere but at Obi-Wan. He is perhaps enjoying Anakin’s unease a bit too much, but well, there is something extremely endearing about—

“Well I’m not doing it,” Anakin bites out, panic edging his voice.

Obi-Wan’s fondness is immediately replaced with vexation. He puffs out a frustrated breath and rolls his shoulders, annoyance twisting his mouth. How typical of Anakin, to snarl like an animal when placed in a situation he is unfamiliar with. He is about to reply, something calm and not at all maddened when movement in his periphery catches his eye. 

The Iradu guards are entering the crowd—

“—kriff!”

He grabs Anakin’s wrist and forcefully pulls him forward, twisting him around so that his back thumps against Obi-Wan’s chest. Anakin makes a panicked sound and flails until Obi-Wan grabs at his hips and presses them close together, something tight winding in his stomach as he moves Anakin to dance against him—to grind against him.

“What—what are you doing?!”

Obi-Wan huffs unsteadily behind his ear and whispers, “The guards are in the crowd. You need to dance with me, we can’t be caught, Anakin. You know how much trouble this will cause in the senate if it's found out that Jedi were sent here.”

Anakin makes some wounded noise that he can’t parse before nodding, and Obi-Wan lets out a relieved breath. He keeps one hand gripping at Anakin’s hip, encouraging each hesitant movement. The other moves up to Anakin’s throat, silently urging him to tilt his head back until it rests against Obi-Wan’s shoulder and ensuring that his face is hidden. Obi-Wan burrows his own head in Anakin’s neck, frowning as Anakin's Adam’s apple bobs beneath his hand and his breathing comes out shallow. 

It feels horribly intimate and for a wild moment Obi-Wan considers changing the plan, except Anakin’s hips then begin to purposefully roll against his, his—Force, his ass grinds perfectly against Obi-Wan’s groin, just like it should if they were two strangers in a club caught up in nothing but the sweaty, intoxicating heat of each other.

Obi-Wan gasps and swallows a wanton moan and meets Anakin’s thrust. They move as one, Obi-Wan tightens his hold on Anakin’s hip and Anakin digs hands into his own thighs. The intensity of it, the rocking—kark—the dragging of Anakin’s ass against him, even over his trousers, has his cock hardening.

It feels—

Arousal coils tight and hot in his gut, his breathing nothing but shaky, damp exhales against humid, golden skin. He bites at his lip, stopping himself from groaning as the throbbing of his cock becomes an ache, so hard and sticky and wet that the friction of Anakin’s repeated grinding has him almost coming in his kriffing trousers.

Obi-Wan grits his teeth and moves slower, changing his rhythm to a patient, hard roll that causes static to pulse behind his eyes. He could fuck Anakin like this, fuck him deep and relentless—

A high, loose sound comes strangled out of Anakin’s throat. It is desperate, and enough to knock sense back into Obi-Wan. He promptly creates space between himself and Anakin, ignoring the needy whine that comes from Anakin as he does so, and scans the room, seeing no signs of the Iradu guards. 

“Let’s go,” he rasps, instantly moving away and trying to keep himself from doing something ridiculous, like grabbing at his former Padawan and asking him how he wants to take it.

“Obi-Wan?”

Why does Anakin have to sound like that? All insecure and worried, needing reassurance. Obi-Wan can't deny him when he sounds like that.

Obi-Wan glances back at him, and immediately wishes he hadn’t. He looks positively debauched; chest heaving, pupils blown, and cheeks bright red. Needy and hungry and aroused, so beautiful that it hurts. Strands of hair have fallen into his face, plastered to his forehead by the droplets of sweat trickling down his temple. Obi-Wan has to look away as he tries to smother down the traitorous arousal returning to boil in his stomach. He digs his nails into his forearms, biting at the skin so he won’t reach out and touch.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin repeats, and despite the worry there, his voice still comes out grated and husky, and Obi-Wan has to blink against the sound of it.

“Anakin,” he says, a warning or a plea, he doesn’t know.

Anakin’s steps up to him, eyes dark and blown. “Did I dance well, Master?” he asks, coy.

Obi-Wan's jaw clenches and he breathes deeply, shuddering as Anakin leans in and places a hand on his thigh, too close to his still straining cock to be unintentional.

“You did,” he croaks, feeling fraught and strung taut, ready to strike. 

If possible, Anakin blushes even more so, and the moment of sincerity allows Obi-Wan to take back the reins he had let fumble from his grip.

“I sense that this is a conversation for a different time,” he says, voice both exasperated and fond.

“If you say so, Master,” Anakin pants, far too pleased with himself.

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and pushes through the crowd, knowing that Anakin is following his lead and scowls in both delight and dread as he remembers that he and Anakin must tonight share a bed.

this ran away from me and ends quite abruptly but i desperately want to see them dancing and grinding away at each other and obi-wan basically being on the verge of nutting because it’s so good

[aceobi]

some obikin role reversal au things bc im ✨️obsessed✨️ warning⚠️: explicit

anakin getting obiwan later on in his padawan years bc of quigons death

obiwan is so quiet, mourning his beloved master

anakin does his damn best to help obi through it

they grow super close and become literally inseperable

anakin is always doting on his obi, praising him every other breath and constantly touching him

obi finally loses the stick up his butt and learns to let go a little bit (and maybe starts getting in trouble a little more)

anakin starts to become super possessive over his padawan, and is reluctant to let obiwan hang out with the other padawans (especially quinlan fucking vos)

obi doesn't mind tho, his fellow padawans are always making fun of his relationship with his master

neither of them see anything wrong with how close they are

anakin is absolutely horrified when they're sparring and he gets hard pinning his only-just-eighteen-year-old padawan to the mat

he's so ashamed he asks for a solo mission but he cancels last minute when he sees how upset obiwan is

instead they watch a holomovie together

obi falls asleep with his head in his master's lap

anakin can't believe it when he gets hard again and he prays to the force that obiwan doesn't wake up while he tries to get rid of his erection

because he's so focused on his hard on, he doesn't sense obi wake up, with his master's hard cock in his face

obiwan has known for months that his master wants him but he's too much of a good man to ever do anything about it

so obiwan decides to take it into his own hands and puts the clothed tip in his mouth

anakin practically jumps out of his seat when he feels it, but obiwans weight is holding him from getting up

"obi wan, what are you doing?" he gasps, he can't believe this is actually happening

"im sucking your cock, master, i thought that was obvious" its so simultaneously innocent and bratty, anakin groans while obiwan rubs anakins dick through his pants

obiwan isn't one to be deterred, so he doesn't wait for anakin to say anything else, he pulls his master's dick out of his pants and starts sucking him off properly

anakin comes in under a minute (something obiwan will tease him about forever)

"don't ever let them knight me, master" obiwan begs later that night after anakin ate him out til he was crying

"they will try" anakin chuckles and cuddles his beloved padawan closer

[littleprinceani]

can’t stop thinking about slutty starting actor anakin getting a big job with a-list actor obiwan and ani is so excited to work with him and starstruck, and is it him or is obi being veeeeery friendly and touchy and flirty? hmmm no he’s just being nice, showing ani the ropes on working on big movies, anyway lots of touchy flirting, on set in interviews and red carpets, obi charming ani’s pants off but ani isn’t sure :( obi has a wife! but ani shouldn’t be afraid, obi definitely is interested in ani, his longs legs and tight ass and shy smile and aw he is so cute when he’s nervous, obi will certainly take what he wants from ani :)

[labyrinth-runner]

For sinful Sunday could you do obiwan x reader for #5 please? I can literally picture his smirk with that line!

SO THIS HAS BEEN SITTING SINCE JULY BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT

Tea Time

Warnings: This was a sinful sunday prompt so it's got smut.

Summary: When you and Master Kenobi get sent on a respite together, things get steamy.

Word count: ~2000

You’d been sent to the middle of nowhere for your retreat. Very rarely did you get time to relax during the clone wars, but since you were given leave, you weren’t going to squander it. The Council had chosen to send you on a respite to recharge and meditate.

Those were the official orders.

What you actually did was anything but meditate.

The beachy planet that they sent you to was so full of life. You felt more at peace while interacting with it and doing things than you did sitting still. Although, your respite mate would prefer if you moved a little slower.

“The whole point of a respite is to slow down. You keep running at the same pace as you do in the field,” General Kenobi said as he poured you a cup of tea when you returned to the hut after your morning run. His pants sat low on his hips and the robe they had supplied for him was tied loosely at his waist.

“It’s a habit,” you shrugged, taking the cup and folding your legs beneath you as you sat on the floor.

“Jedi are not supposed to have habits,” he said with a slight upturn of his lips.

“Says the man who raised a padawan with bad habits,” you shot back.

“That’s a low blow,” he chuckled, coming to sit next to you on the veranda. He held the cup up and inhaled the aroma, his eyes closing in pleasure before he took a sip. You watched his serene face, the breeze gently ruffling his hair.

“I could never sit still,” you murmured. “You know that.”

“I do,” he sighed, placing his cup down on the ground next to him.

You looked at the cup warming your hands. Your reflection stared back at you in the amber liquid. “How much longer do you think this will go on for?”

“I don’t know.” His brow furrowed. “But we’ll reach a breaking point eventually.”

“The galaxy is already so scarred. The aura of worlds once bright and pure is tinged red with blood and suffering. Our own men were born to die,” you turned to look at him. “What does that say about us? We’re supposed to value life above all else. The clones don’t even have a choice.”

“It is less than ideal,” he agreed.

You placed your cup on the ground next to you and stretched your legs out in front of you, leaning back on your elbows. “You know, when I heard I wasn’t being sent here alone, I’ll admit I was a bit disappointed, but then I heard it was you they were sending with me.”

“Oh? And then how did you feel?” He leaned on his side, propped up on his elbow.

“Honestly? I was happy. We’ve always been good friends. That’s how I know that you needed this respite more than I did, and when Master Yoda said that you requested me… Well, Obi, quite frankly I was honored,” you smirked. “But, why me?”

He laid back on the carpet and looked up at the clouds above. “Your presence calms me.”

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me this entire time?” you asked with a raised brow.

“How am I avoiding you? We’re talking right now, Darling,” he laughed.

“You’re always off meditating. If we’re not eating, I barely see you. You never come out when I invite you.”

“That’s…” he swallowed.

“I’m right,” you pressed with a laugh. You rolled over to gaze down at him, blocking the sun with your body. “Spill it, Kenobi. Why request my presence and then avoid me?”

His eyes trailed down your face and you suddenly realized how this might look to someone who walked it. They might think you meant to kiss the Jedi Master laying beneath you, and they would be correct in thinking that you wanted to.

You pulled back to look out at the sea, wrapping your arms around your knees. Your eyes flicked down to see his legs on either side of you. The heat from his chest rolled off him in waves against your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his beard tickling the skin of your neck.

“It’s not my fault,” he said with a smirk, “You keep turning me on.”

You laughed, “You really had me going for a moment there.”

“I’m serious, Darling. Think about it. You asked me to go running with you. You wear so few layers when you run. You’re glistening with sweat, you’re in your element. It’s incredibly sexy. When you cook, you’re so intense. I just wonder what it would be like to have your entire focus. When you do meditate here, the sun casts you in a glow.” He paused to place a tentative kiss on your neck. “You’re beautiful.” A kiss below your ear. “You’re intelligent.” A kiss on your cheek. “You’re lovely.”

You turned your head so that the next kiss landed on your lips as your hand snuck up into his hair. You bunched your hand into a fist, pulling him harder against you as you turned to sit in his lap.

Obi-Wan laughed against your lips, playfully nipping your lip. You returned the favor as you pressed your hands against his wrists, pinning him to the ground. Obi-Wan stretched up to kiss you, but you pulled back just out of his reach.

“You know, the feeling is mutual,” you smirked, releasing his wrists. Ghosting your hands down the length of his arms, over his chest, they settled at the tie of the robe he was wearing. With a gentle tug, it came undone. You smoothed your hands over the flat planes of his chest, pushing the fabric open further. Your gaze was intent as it followed your exploring fingertips. When you finally looked up at Obi-Wan’s face, you were surprised by the look he wore. His eyes were heavy lidded. A slight tinge of pink dusted his cheeks. His eyes trailed your body as he licked his lips.

“Master Kenobi?” you asked breathlessly.

In a swift movement, you were under him. His lips were kissing the crook of your neck, his beard sending shivers down your spine as it swept over your skin. His one hand was buried in your hair as his other settled cautiously at your waist. When his lips met yours again, you were hit with a wave of emotion. It startled you and took you a moment to realize it had come from Obi-Wan. It was relentless. It was want. It was need. It was everything. It was love. You kissed him back harder, bucking your hips against him, hoping he would take the hint. Your hands roamed to the belt tying your top closed, tugging it open before hooking around your leggings and shimmying them down your thighs. His hands left your body to pull down his familiar tan pants, discarding them next to your growing pile on the veranda.

The gaze before you was ethereal. Obi-Wan’s body cast yours in a shadow as the sun haloed him in its golden embrace. Master Yoda had always insisted that you were luminous beings, but only now did you believe him. Obi-Wan’s hair was slightly tousled from your hands and his lips were slightly open as he looked down at you. His sky colored eyes drank you in as they trailed your length. He gently took hold of your foot, kissing a trail up the inside of your leg, throwing it over his shoulder the closer he got to your hips. He nipped the top of your thigh before soothing it with his tongue. Your eyes closed in contentment as his lips continued the trail towards yours.

It was in that moment that you realized that you had wanted this for years. You had thought yourself content to knowing Obi-Wan Kenobi as a friend, assuming –considering the strict interpretations of the Jedi Code that most upheld—that this would be the closest relationship the two of you could have.

“You’re practically purring,” Obi-wan teased in your ear. “What’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours?”

“I love you,” you admitted, turning your head to face him. “I’ve known it for a while, but I suppose I never realized it. I thought… well, I thought that it was a deep friendship, because that was all we are permitted to have, but I’ve realized that I love you as much as I can allow myself to.”

Obi-Wan bumped his nose against yours. “I love you as much as I can love another being.”

“The Jedi love all,” you countered.

“Then I love you so incredibly much,” he whispered before kissing you.

This kiss was different. It was electric. It swept through your nerve-endings, awakening you to a new view of the world that you had never considered before now. Your body was reactive to him, arching into his chest for as much contact as you could have. His hand was flat against the small of your back, pressing you into him even harder. His tongue twirled against yours, exploring your body as your fingers dug into his shoulder blades. His body bucked into yours, letting you feel the hard length pressing against your core. You couldn’t take it anymore, slipping a hand down his chest, under his underwear to stroke him. He grunted against your mouth as your hand stroked up and down. Letting out a shaky breath, he pulled back, gently taking your hand away before tugging the offending piece of fabric down his legs.

He let out a breathy laugh, gazing down at you as he snapped the band of your underwear. “May I?”

You nodded, watching intently as his fingers reverently slid your underwear down. He slowly bent down before placing a kiss against your center. Everything was new. You were exploring uncharted territory for the both of you as your hands roamed freely and explored, learning from the sounds made what was good for both of you.

You were quick studies and soon your arms were wrapped around Master Kenobi’s back as he thrusted into you. You stared at the sky above you, the colors bleeding into each other as your mouth opened for a silent scream as Obi-Wan kept hitting the right spot over and over. His heavy breathing in your ear kept you grounded, your hips slamming into his, not wanting to be outdone.

Over and over you pulled each other up towards new heights. Every fiber of your being was alive, set ablaze in the heat of passion. You held onto Obi-Wan as if you were afraid that if you let go, you would find that it wasn’t real. Your toes curled as every muscle in your body grew taut and strained to be released.

“O-Obi!” you cried out as he grunted in your ear, finding his own release. You fell back against the mat on the veranda, eyes unfocused on the heavens as you saw stars, his body heavily resting against your chest.

Your breathing came in huffs as Obi-Wan laughed as he caught his breath.

“That was…” he trailed off, rolling off of you.

“Amazing,” you finished with a grin.

He sat up, scooping you up and settling you in his lap. You rested your head against his shoulder. Gingerly, he reached over to pick up his cup of tea again. He took a sip and made a face. “It’s gone cold.”

[30somethingontumbler]

Anyone ever get an inspiration for a fic then you start outlining that fic but have trouble because you have been living with this world in your head for so long that it has so much back story involving background characters that you have to write one shots for all the background relationships or you won’t feel like your main story makes sense? Yea me neither. On a completely unrelated note here is an AU one shot about Obi-Wan Kenobi and Asajj Ventress. Enjoy!

Obi-Wan Kenobi met Asajj Ventress on his first day working at his grandfathers law office, and she took and immediate dislike to him. Obi-Wan had absolutely no clue what he did wrong within five minutes of meeting the absolute goddess of a woman to anger her so greatly that she spent the next six months insulting his intelligence at ever chance she could get. He tried to make peace several times, but every kind gesture was met with her believing he had some nefarious motive or a snide remark. He brought her a cup of tea “If you are trying to poison me at least put it in alcohol” she would sneer.

When he offered to help her after finishing his paperwork early, “aren’t we just a little over achiever, kenobi I prefer that my reports be legible.”

If he complemented any part of her appearance “trying to get into my pants won’t make me like you Kenobi”

Of course her hating him had not been enough to keep Obi-Wan from developing a massive crush on a women who refused to even use his first name. No one could call Asajj Ventress a pleasant person but he had noticed little things about her that spoke of the kindness she hid from most. She always had a complement for the cafeteria staff and alway had time to advise Padme, the sweet undergrad who worked at reception, on her never ending boy troubles. For every glare he received she had a smile for the young mail room employee, and Obi-Wan envied every one. She was also absolutely stunning, tall model like build, her dark skin speaking to her mixed Israeli and African heritage, her choice to keep her hair buzzed spoke to her individuality along side the tattoos he had glimpsed under her sleeves. He spent every day sitting across from her at their shared desk space falling harder for a woman who had nothing but animosity for him.

Finally though after months of hatred obiwan was sure they had a break through! They had spent all weekend Friday through Sunday digitizing 10 years worth of information for a case, even going so far as to sleep at the office Saturday night. They had spent an almost full 72 hours together and had actually spoken to each other, he had talked about his worries about his brother who had just become a father days before at only 17 to a premature little girl, and his fear of wether or not his tiny niece she would make it, she had in turn spoke about her own troubled family and being raised in a Cult. They had shared vulnerable parts of themselves and when they left the office on Sunday she finally smiled at him, just a small one but it had been progress, and felt maybe at the very least they could be friends.

On Monday however he realized that would not be happening, he arrived a bit later then normal having stopped to get a tea for himself and a cubano for Asajj something he had learned she loved after the weekend of bonding. Only to be met with a cold glare and a snide remark about poison. But this time he would not let it slide off, he thought they had made progress, he would not be returning to this venomous back and forth.

“Asajj, I would like to know exactly what I have done to make you think I am out to get you?” He said placing the cup on her desk when she refused to take it from him. “If I made some horrendous blunder of etiquette I apologize, but I thought we had made some kind of progress last over the weekend I thought we might be able to be friends.”

She let out a cruel laugh before leaned forward and glared at him as he took his seat at the desk across from her. Do you know how long I have worked in this building Kenobi?” She said coldly then continuing without allowing him to respond. “I started out down stairs in the cafeteria, cleaning tables right after graduating high school and moving to this city, in my sophomore year of college I moved to the mail room,” she stood from her side of the desk and began slowly walking to his side. “After starting law school I made it upstairs to the reception desk, then finally after working full time and busting my ass in school I get this job under Doku, and opportunity to prove myself so that as soon as I complete the bar I have a chance to work at one of the best firms in the country, only to find out after working all this time that I have been competing for my future against his grandson.” She spit the words at him like they left a bad taste in her mouth. “So no Kenobi I don’t believe we will be able to be ‘friends’”

“I don’t understand what you are talking about Asajj?” He said fully confused. “I am not after some paralegal job, working for my grandfather”

“Then why work for one of the biggest firms in the country?” She spat at him leaning in closer.

“Because a masters in education is evidently not enough to get a job in administration at a public high school,”Obi-Wan replied tone dripping with annoyance “I am a 12th grade history teacher Asajj. I am here for no reason other then to get the experience I need to actually become a vice principal and maybe someday be able to actually make a difference!”

Asajj seemed to have been stunned into silence, simply turning and sitting back in her chair at her side of the desk.

“Well I apologize I guess, I was misinformed it seems.” She said finally after sitting in silence for a moment

“Who even told you I was related to Doku?” Obi-Wan asked having made sure that his relation to the boss had been kept under-wraps.

“Savage mentioned it this morning” she said gesturing to the one of the paralegals who worked under Sheeve Palpatine one of the other partners in the firm, “he mentioned how cruel it seemed to dangle the possibility of promotion in front of me when nepotism would always win out in the end.”

Of corse it had been Savage Oppress, Obi-Wans Savages Brother Maul had gotten in an accident after driving drunk that had put Obi-Wans Father in a coma for 15 days and Maul in jail for six months. Savage had held a grudge ever since. Now it seemed he had used Ventress to get back at him.

“I took a year off from teaching to get the admin experience I need to move forward in my field, have no interest in a job in Law,” he said making a point to look her in the eye, “and even if I did with your un wavering work ethic brilliant mind and razor sharp intuition I would have absolutely no hope of beating you, nepotism be damned.” And with that he looked down to his laptop and continued his work.

“Flattery will get you no ware Obi-Wan” she said after a moment.

“Ah but it already has” he said looking up from his work once more, to see confusion on her face, “that my dear Ventress is the first time you have used my first name” he smiled at the small flicker of a mail that lifted the corner of her extremely luscious lips. “For now I will consider this a success, and a first step.”

“A first step toward what?” She asked suspicion in her eyes.

“That my sweet beautiful Asajj” Obi-Wan said standing and rounding the desk to lean into her space, “is my little secret”

He lingered for a moment relishing the gentle blush that colored her cheeks at his use of the endearment before straightening and handing her coffee to her again. “You should drink that before it gets cold”

“Why does it feel as if we have simply put one game away for another,” she said bringing the coffee to her lips.

Obi-Wan simply gave her a knowing smile before walking back to his side of the desk and continuing his work, more determined then ever to win the trust of the woman across from him.

This is the start of what will probably be several one shots in the same universe with several different characters and couples. I don’t know exactly what it will become, I have lost control of this project and now the AU is writing me.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

I saw ur requests are open and that u also write for moder!Obi-Wan. Sooo… I’d like to request a modern!obi x fem!reader where he meets the readers parents for the first time. He’s super nervous cuz they are a bit older (him and reader -> like in their 30s/40s), he was already engaged (but got cheated on maybe and maybe even has little daughter) and he really love reader and is like “but what if they dont like me” (maybe hes especially nervous about her dad). Reader obviously comforts him in his distressed state and the evening goes incredibly well: they all like him (of course) and are happy they found each other.

I hope u can work with that and I wanted to ask if u like more detailed requests like this or if u prefer the more undetailed one for creative freedom?

Love your works btw (all of them)!!!

Hi anon! This ask is so sweet it made me feel warm and fuzzy haha. I like requests like the one you've sent and also undetailed ones too. If it's too wordy and specific I lose interest haha that's just how my mind works.

But I hope you like this one!

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Buttons and Ties

"Alright, which one would be the better option?", Obiwan walked out of the bedroom, his shirt half tucked in, his buttons still undone with dark trouser pants that were impeccably ironed out. He held two ties next to neck, his eyes expectant for your answer.

You turn to him from your book that you were reading on the sofa. It was clear, his tapping foot, his worried gaze, he was nervous. You were taking him to meet your parents, for the first time in your relationship, for the first time since you've known each other for a year.

"Which one do you like?", you ask putting away the book to give him your attention.

"Which one would tell your father that I am a well suited gentleman for you?", he rambled. To which you could only smile as you pushed away from your seat to meet him where he stood. Folding your arms to act like you were giving immense thought to the ties he held near his neck as he shuffled back and forth on his feet.

"The only validation of your suitability needs to come from the both of us.", your eyes found his as you took the elegant sky blue tie from his right hand.

"So, do you think you're a good fit for me?", you asked, making it sound like an interview to which he finally relaxed and chuckled with you.

"Ah what's gotten into me?", he sighed pulling you close as you fixed the tie around his collar.

"How could I not be? You know my favourite tie.", he said confidently as you dusted his shoulder positioning the tie in place.

"That's the spirit.", you stood on your toes to kiss him on the cheek to which he sighed with content.

"It's going to be fine.", you whispered and when you pulled away, he gave you a soft nod.

"It's just that.", he paused as he tucked in his shirt and sat down to pull on his socks. He remained quite for a second collecting his thoughts.

"What if they don't like me? I'm not the ideal candidate.", he said, busy putting on his shoes and tying the lace.

"I don't have a track record of great engagements or marriages. My life is a mess. And I come in a package of two, along with my little girl.", he continued.

But you crouched down to swat away his fingers from the lace he was unable to tie as he followed his train of thought.

"Your father is a well accomplished man and ...", he trailed off again.

"You deserve better than me, someone your parents might be proud of.", he said finally to which you smacked his knee.

"Ow!", he exclaimed.

"What was that for?", he exclaimed.

"That is for talking nonsense. I want you. That's all there is to it. You're a pilot, a loving father and", you got up to sit next to him.

"the man of my dreams", you smiled, which he mirrored.

"They're going to love you.", you added to watch his cheeks turn red.

"Ok", he finally settled down.

"I'm all ready for your mother's tiramisu.", he kissed your forehead and you set out.

*

The dinner was devine and the company delightful, he had been worried about nothing, almost about to let his own anxiety deny him of the love he deserved. Your mother placed a slice of tiramisu before him.

"Any man who loves my daughter", he heard her say with happy tears glistening at the edge of her eyes.

"and my tiramisu", she smiled. "is a winner in my eyes."

He eased into the seat after he thanked your mother, just when you emerged from the living room with the family photo book in your hands. He caught your gaze and he thanked his past, for being horrid and broken because through that treacherous path, it lead him to you.

He enjoyed his desert as he wrapped his fingers around one of your hands while you rested your head on his shoulder as your mother narrated stories of your childhood. His heart was full and grateful. That all his waiting had gifted him an eternity with you.

[starlightstevie]

fic recs / may 2021

Happy summer! I know I missed last month’s fic recs so hopefully I’ll make up for it with these brilliant fics. Hope you guys enjoy!

warm water by @xbuchananbarnes​ Thor x reader: Thor comes home to find his love.

*passionate & burning by @peachyteabuck Thor x reader: You’re busy with working from home, but Thor has other plans for the day.

but i just wanna hear your voice by @blackberrybucky Thor x reader: Thor comes back after they defeat Thanos and tries to make things right with you.

*all there’s left to do is run by spacelabrathor Dothraki!Thor x reader: Horse warlord Thor finds you a captive in a raid of a desert village and gives you a choice. Freedom by a quick death or taking his hand and going with him, to be his. You choose life, and with it, a husband who is wild and fierce and more than you could have ever imagined.

*summoned by @darklydeliciousdesires​ Old God!Thor x villager!reader: The buffet of offerings, all of which shall placate, appease and satiate every whim and desire of the gods is laid out and ready, you amongst them.

ships in the night by @sugardaddytonystark Pirate King!Thor x Dora Milaje mermaid!reader: When Thor, the infamous Pirate King, lays down anchor in Wakanda, the last thing you expect is for him to ask for aid from your own king. You volunteer your assistance, leaving the home you’ve always known to set sail with King Odinson and his crew.

*cut offs by @milaonthemoon Frank x reader: You get kidnapped and Frank has to get you out.

tired by @castawaybarnes​ Frank x reader: Keeping yourself awake waiting for Frank was getting easier once you got used to the bitterness of black coffee.

*ash painted lips by @sebbytrash Frank x reader: Frank is your lifeline, protecting you like only he can do but you harbour not-so-secret feelings for him that threaten to shake the foundation of this steady, necessary partnership.

scales of justice weigh the consequence by @inspiresimagine​ Frank x reader: the world is black and white until you find your soulmate. you’re a single mom in NYC accustomed to life as-is, but apparently, the universe has other plans. namely? frank castle.

*generosity by @pumpkin-stars Frank x reader: AKA: The five (or more) things Frank usually does when he fucks you, and the one time he does something different.

poltergeists for sidekicks by @bubble-tea-bunny​ Frank x reader: Frank’s lost count of the days he’s come home to you already fast asleep.

*frank + overstimulation by @honeychicana

*frank + rough sex by @sweeterthanthis​

*frank + breath play by sweeterthanthis

*frank + doggy style by @honeydulcewrites​

*frank + gun play by honeydulcewrites

*frank + gun play (2) by honeydulcewrites

*frank + gun play (3) by honeydulcewrites

*frank + overstimulation by honeydulcewrites

*frank coming home to you by honeydulcewrites

*untitled frank smut by @luciilferss​

*playing with frank’s hair by inspiresimagine

frank + praise by inspiresimagine

*frank putting you in a headlock while fucking you by @punani​

*nobody else but me by @allaboardthereadingrailroad​ Shane Walsh x reader: Shane knows exactly what you need.

the comet by @mcubabydotcom​ Steve x reader: You and Steve witness a once-in-a-lifetime celestial event.

*the punishment by ozarkthedog Nomad!Steve x reader: You disobeyed Steve and now you must make it up to him.

*headinthequinjet by xbuchananbarnes Steve x reader: Steve’s having a hard time breathing.

*shotgunning with chris by ozarkthedog

*cockwarming with chris by @buckyssimp​

*a teal crushed velvet ride by @ozarkthedog​ Chris x reader: You love Chris’s Teal Velvet Pants. He notices and decides to indulge you.

*don’t look away by ozarkthedog Chris x reader: Chris fucks you against a mirror.

*keep the heat by ozarkthedog Andy Barber x reader: Andy fucks you in the coat.

*i don’t work jobs (i am a job) by @peachyteabuck Andy x reader: Andy needs to teach you that “staying at home” doesn’t preclude a little thing called “work.”

*worst behaviour by buckyssimp Professor!Bucky x reader: Bucky notices you staring at him during class. 

*lipstick stain by @xbuchananbarnes​ Bucky x reader: Bucky could recognize that laugh anywhere.

bucky takes care of you by @buckyblues

*you better act like this dick belongs to you by buckyblues

*lazy day with bucky by buckyblues

*pegging bucky by buckyblues

*bucky tit fucking you by buckyblues

something new by @mxsamwilson​ Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes: Fellas is it gay to receive an intimate haircut from your boy? (ft Bucky being hopelessly in love with Sam but too much of an idiot to tell him).

*the magic word by @whateveriwant Bucky x reader: Bucky agrees to try something you’ve always wanted to do with him, but only under the condition that a certain word be employed if need be.

warm by @revengingbarnes​ Bucky x reader: “The fire alarm in our building went off and you rushed out without a coat. Wanna share my blanket?”

patterns by @xbuchananbarnes Bucky x reader: Bucky plays with your hair.

pretending to not feel alone by blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: Bucky, hopeless romantic, meets you, committed cynic. What could go wrong?

*bucky’s first time in 70 years by @luciilferss

*fluorescent adolescent by @ohbuckie​ College!Bucky x reader: Bucky fucks you on his bedroom floor.

*it’s a cruel summer by blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: You and Bucky are friends with benefits, but what happens when you realize you want more?

*sex on legs by @navybrat817​ Bucky x reader: Bucky looks good in anything.

ride with me by @jurassicbarnes Detective!Bucky x Biker!reader: When his best friend forces him to third wheel on a road trip, Bucky doesn’t expect for it to become so eventful, let alone find something, or rather someone worth staying for.

*going live by @ritesofreverie​ Camboy!Bucky x reader: Your new neighbour looks familiar, where had you seen him before?

*stranded by @honeysucklesteve Dad’s best friend!Bucky x reader: When your car breaks down on the side of the road and your dad can’t come rescue you, he sends the next best thing.

if i could fly, i’d be coming right back home to you by blackberrybucky Sam x reader: Exile over, Sam comes home to you.

baby, i still see ya by blackberrybucky Sam x reader: Sam comes home, the future calling to him. He sees you again, and gets a little caught up in the past

*if you ever want to be in love by blackberrybucky Sam x reader: How your relationship with Sam falls apart and comes back together.

taller than me by @kaitsukibakugo Katsuki Bakugo x Izuku Midoriya: Katsuki has found love with someone who years ago he never would have expected. Now Deku is his husband and he’s noticed something else he never thought possible: Deku is taller than him.

*would you like to stay forever? by kaitsukibakugo Pro Hero!Kirishima Eijiro x reader: Sparring with Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro in his private gym at his home doesn't seem like a bad idea if you don't count the fact that you really, really like him.

how your bnha fave acts when they realize they’re in love by @inthorantine

*bnha love island headcannons by @doinmybesthere​

*first time bj headcannons by @shoutogepi

*the best pussy eater of mha by @dearestdynamight​

passing the night stars by @hoe-doroki Hitoshi Shinsou x reader: The party was neon and you needed darkness.

*let’s talk about deku’s hands by @rat-suki​

*waking up deku by spacelabrathor

*deku comes home after a late shift by doinmybesthere

*slow stroke king izuku by @sems-diarie​​

*champagne problems by @some-kindofgnome​ Katsuki Bakugou x reader: You were slipping between Bakugou’s fingers faster than ever now. Instead of letting it happen he clung to you even tighter. Instead of letting you go, instead of accepting that he’d driven this relationship into the fucking ground, he’d promised himself that he could still save it.

*presented by @tteokdoroki​ Dragon King!Katsuki x reader: On the twenty-first birthday of Katsuki Bakugou, an offering is made in his honour as he becomes chief of the dragons. Clans usually offer up sacrifices of berries or nuts, salts and fresh catches. But for those of Dargon’s blood, their offering is a mate... And that mate is you.

*domina by rat-suki Katsuki x reader: He’s just so hot when you get under his skin. You can’t possibly stop now.

*baby, i’m a haunted house by @ketslketslketsl​ Yakuza!Katsuki x reader: It’s been a long six months since you last saw him.

i’m a liability, get you wild, make you leave (i’m a little much for everyone) by @willowser Katsuki x reader: There’s no reason for Katsuki to be here. It’s all he can think, bitter, as he stares at the paint peeling from the door, exposing the wood grain underneath its thin coat. Old and distant, this house; too far from the city to make the trek worth it, for your job to make sense; too ancient to be lived in by the number 12 hero in Japan. If he closes his eyes, he can hear Lake Biwa from his position on your porch and the soft sway of the water almost calms down the storm that’s been building in him since he boarded the train, since he nearly snapped his phone in half.

*we are the foxes (and we run) by @spacelabrathor shoyo hinata x reader: After everything, the end of the world and the chaos and destruction that reigned after society fell, it takes a lot to surprise you. And yet, when you come to the edge of the pit, a gasp wrenches from you like someone gripped it in their fist and yanked. Laid out on the bed of leaves at the bottom of the pit is...something. Someone. Or, Hinata falls into reader’s pit trap after the end of the world. This is the story of how she pulls him out, drags him to her bunker, and they grow together. 

*dark priest!Obiwan Kenobi by @mandosmimi​

you’re the former babysitter of zemo’s son by @helahades​

*mando doesn’t realize how big his dick is by @cptnbvcks​​

[tennessoui]

I’m obsessed with all your fics and you but the a/b/o fic with a pregnant obiwan is killing me I love the floof so much

so happy you like the roadtrip au as it's one of my favorites too!!!

have about 2k more because youre awesome <3

(squick: a/b/o)

They’re somewhere in eastern Ohio when Anakin clears his throat and turns down the music. Obi-Wan’s back in the front seat with him, munching on a stick of beef jerky he’d never in a million years eat if it hadn’t been the most appetizing thing in that last gas station. Obi-Wan hates these cravings, can’t make sense of them at all, seeing as he hasn’t even eaten beef in fifteen years.

Anakin had just laughed and bought five different flavors, just to make sure Obi-Wan had something he liked.

All the rest of the food is in the back on his nest, which makes Obi-Wan a little grumpy because the only thing that should be on his nest is him and Anakin, but it’s not like there’s anywhere else for the food to go. Obi-Wan needs all the room in his seat to stretch out his legs, and if they put the food in the trunk then they’d have to stop every hour or so for Obi-Wan to get out and get it, which wouldn’t work at all, because Anakin doesn’t like it when Obi-Wan leaves the car, even if it’s just to walk around the side of the car to the trunk.

So the food is in his nest and Obi-Wan is coping with that intrusion fairly well. There’d only been some light pouting about it before Anakin had offered to keep it beneath his feet, but that would be too dangerous to even really consider, and Obi-Wan had shut up. His alpha would just be stupid enough to try it, too, if he thought that’s what he really wanted.

But. Obi-Wan’s munching on a long piece of beef jerky like it’s a carrot, and he’s thinking about what sort of things he should be eating for the sake of the baby, when Anakin turns down the music and clears his throat.

At first, Obi-Wan thinks this is because this is his music hour, and Anakin is just tired of listening to it.

But the alpha is tapping nervous beats on the steering wheel, not in time with the song at all, and it makes Obi-Wan pay attention.

“So you never told me what this alpha was like,” Anakin says, staring straight ahead. “This...uh.”

“Set,” Obi-Wan supplies.

Anakin’s proud jaw flexes and he purses his lips as he changes lanes. No one’s coming from behind them and they’re not about to pass anyone, but Obi-Wan’s a terrible driver, so he’ll give Anakin the benefit of the doubt.

“Right,” the alpha says. “Set. You never told me what Set was like.”

Obi-Wan takes a bite of his jerky so he doesn’t have to respond right away.

The truth is, he doesn’t particularly remember what Set had been like, other than surprisingly eager to get into his pants. He’d smelt vaguely like leather and rain, but what in Seattle didn’t smell vaguely like rain?

He’d looked like Anakin in the low light of the bar. He’d had the same jaunt to his nose, the same thick eyebrows. Almost--but not quite--the same color of hair. He’d been an alpha who looked like Anakin but looked at Obi-Wan the way Anakin never would.

And that had made Obi-Wan indefensibly weak.

“Ah,” he says instead of saying any of this. “I…”

“Never mind,” Anakin decides just as suddenly as he’d spoken. “You don’t have to tell me. If you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” Obi-Wan trails off, unsure of how to continue. Anakin’s tense on the other side of the car, and his scent is heavy and everywhere. “It’s just that we didn’t....ah.” He clears his throat and looks out the passenger window. “We didn’t talk much.”

The car swerves just slightly. Anakin must be tired. They’ve been on the road for nine hours, with the frequent stops calculated in.

“I think we should stop soon for the night,” Obi-Wan proposes when Anakin makes no move to say anything else.

“You didn’t talk much?” is the alpha’s reply. The tone is unreadable.

Obi-Wan blinks, his hands finding their way to his belly as he looks over at his alpha. Unreadable usually means angry when it comes to Anakin, but Obi-Wan doesn’t understand why.

“You just...what, you just saw him across the room making drinks and that was enough? Skilled with his hands, was he?”

Obi-Wan inhales sharply. They’ve been friends for so many years that they’re comfortable enough around each other to make jokes about their sexual preferences and partners. But this isn’t a joke. This has teeth and Obi-Wan’s already feeling sensitive. “I just...I was lonely,” he mutters, turning his body away from the alpha. “He reminded me of something, I don’t know. He was sweet. And clever and he made it clear what he wanted.”

Anakin draws in a breath, but Obi-Wan doesn’t particularly want to hear anything else. “I want to be done for the day now,” he tells the alpha as a blue sign with the next exit’s hotel options flash by them. “Please stop at the next exit.”

For a second, Obi-Wan isn’t sure if Anakin will, but the alpha surprises him by slowing down and taking the exit.

It’s nothing special, the motel they find. Feeling a little bit angry and childish about it, Obi-Wan demands that Anakin stay in the car while he goes and gets them a room. His alpha’s nostrils flare as the tendons in his neck stand out, but he agrees.

Good. He can stink up the car with his pheromones while Obi-Wan gets things done. Typical alphas.

Despite what Anakin seems to think will happen if he lets Obi-Wan out of his sight for longer than five minutes, the attendant at the hotel gives him no trouble at all.

“And would you like a single or a double?” the woman asks, staring at her computer. Obi-Wan falters.

He wants to say double, because he thinks it’s necessary to reestablish lines and boundaries between himself and his al--the alpha. He doesn’t want to take advantage of Anakin, feels awful just thinking about it. He wants to say double, because they’re just two friends taking a road trip together. They can afford two separate beds.

He wants to say double.

“A single should be fine,” is what his mouth says instead.

The woman hums agreeably and keys two cards with the information. He finishes the transaction feeling as if he’s underwater. What has he done? The woman hands him the cards and he walks out of the lobby in a daze.

His alpha is already mad at him for reasons he doesn’t really understand. How mad will he be when he finds out that Obi-Wan couldn’t control his omega side again, and now he has to spend the night pressed up against him? Sure, they’ve done that before, for weeks now. But this is different. Anakin can’t just leave if he decides Obi-Wan’s become too clingy. He’d have to sleep in the car if he needed to go.

The thought pulls a distressed keen out of Obi-Wan’s throat, and he doesn’t have time to banish his anxiety from his scent before Anakin’s there. The man hadn’t even been waiting in the car where he’d left him. He’d been leaning against one of the pillars of the hotel’s entrance. Obi-Wan has the ridiculous mental image of Anakin slowly slinking closer while Obi-Wan was inside, getting out of the car to lean against the door, then moving to lean against the trunk, then to one of the columns that holds up the ceiling of the drive-in entrance. Then to the entrance itself when Obi-Wan was taking too long.

The thought makes him more distressed. Anakin is such a good, protective friend, and Obi-Wan is still taking advantage of it.

Anakin is quick to wrap his arms around Obi-Wan and pull him into his chest in the shade behind one of the potted plants just outside the sliding double doors. He sniffs at his neck and then runs his hands up and down his sides as if he’s afraid someone had pulled a knife on the pregnant omega in the ten minutes he’d been inside.

“What’s wrong, what happened,” Anakin murmurs, resting his hands on Obi-Wan’s tummy. “Did someone say something? Are you alright? Omega, Obi, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Obi-Wan sniffles, holding out the keys to their room. “They were…”

And then he lies. It’s about protecting himself, his child, he thinks. If Anakin leaves now, who will protect them both? He needs the alpha. More than that, he needs Anakin.

“They were out of double rooms,” he hears himself say. He grips at Anakin’s shirt with both of his hands and turns his wet eyes upward. He needs to keep Anakin looking at him and not at the mostly deserted parking lot. And Anakin’s the type of alpha who would drop anything to help a distressed omega. That’s always been Obi-Wan’s experience, at least.

“Are you…” Anakin furrows his brow and strokes over Obi-Wan’s tummy again. He’s had a fascination with it since the beginning of the pregnancy. “Are you upset you have to share a bed with me?”

“No!” Obi-Wan gasps, offended that that’s even the conclusion Anakin has drawn. “Of course not! I just...I’m sorry you don’t get the choice….” He falls silent when Anakin pushes his thumb against his lips.

“Obi, it’s alright, baby,” he murmurs. “I don’t mind, I really don’t. We’ve shared beds for years now. Why would this be any different?”

Obi-Wan pouts against Anakin’s finger, and the alpha graciously removes it. “Because...you wouldn’t be able to leave and sleep somewhere else if I’m…” he wants to say too much, but he doesn’t know how to phrase it in a way that won’t make Anakin say something he doesn’t mean out of sympathy for him,

“Didn’t we go over this already?” Anakin murmurs, petting his hair and making Obi-Wan look him in the eyes. “I’m not leaving you, Omega.”

It feels as if Anakin’s slipped in a bit of Alpha command, what with the way Obi-Wan’s body reacts to this. But what would the command even be?

“Let’s go get our stuff for the night, yeah?” his alpha says. “We can get the bed all set up in a nice nest, take a nap, and then find somewhere to eat. Are you craving anything in particular?”

Obi-Wan thinks about it as Anakin grabs his hand and leads him back to the car. Anakin takes out both their suitcases, but won’t even let Obi-Wan wheel one in.

He’s given the bag of snacks to carry instead, along with Anakin’s college sweatshirt.

“Pancakes,” he decides. “I really want pancakes.”

“Then that’s that,” Anakin smiles down at him. “Nest, then nap, then pancakes for the omega.”

“And the baby,” Obi-Wan says, framing his stomach with both hands.

Something dark flashes across Anakin’s eyes, but it’s gone before he can get a read on it. It hadn’t been anger though, he knows that for sure.

“And the baby,” Anakin agrees.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Fanfic writer asks! 9 from Buffy Burnes PhD! 10 from this feeling’s going to my head (I’m thinking things I shouldn’t say)! And 13!!! ❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️🧡❤️🧡😘

BEEEEEEEE 🥺 🥺 ❤️ 💖 ❤️ 💖 ❤️ 💖 ❤️ 🥺 🥺 Thank you so much for the ask!!!

9. If you had to assign a theme song to Buffy Burnes PhD, which would you assign?

Buffy Burnes, my beloved 🥺 😂 Just a strange, strange man trying to pull off the worst blonde wig and Clark Kent-esque disguise the world has ever known 🤣 If I could assign a gif, it would be "Don't be suspicious" 😂

But I'd say the song I'd assign to Buffy Burnes PhD would be... hmm. 🤔 I should probably go with something goofy, but I think "fever dream" by mxmtoon best describes some of the warm fuzzies I get from Buffy Burnes PhD 🥰 :

13. When did you start writing fanfic?

Oh gosh. Remember when Quizilla was a thing? I used to write fics on there for like 😂 Naruto and Katekyo Hitman Reborn lol Though, if we're talking about just the idea of taking a piece of fiction and reworking it into my own world, as a kid, I used to play a game where it was the sequel to the Lord of the Rings I dubbed "Return of the Ring" where I played Samwise's daughter and I also played a game where I was a spy in the Totally Spies universe as well as a game where it was a Star Wars AU and I was a female Obiwan Kenobi 😂

10. What is the line you’re proudest of from this feeling’s going to my head (I’m thinking things I shouldn’t say)?

Oh, I love this one to bits 🥰 this feeling's going to my head (I'm thinking things I shouldn't say) is filled with such complicated feelings. I think the lines I'm proudest of from this fic are probably (putting this under a spiel because there's some explicit stuff in the quote):

“Never want to leave you again,” said Bucky as Sam felt Bucky smear the precum on the head of Sam’s dick with his thumb.

“You never had to. Why did you?” Sam whimpered, and it felt too vulnerable saying it, so he distracted himself, made quick work of Bucky’s belt and zipper, pulled Bucky’s pants and boxers down just enough to release Bucky’s hard dick too.

Because that's the most heartbreaking part of it. The disconnect between the two even though both clearly want to be with each other. How Bucky's actions broke them in a way that he can't just fix with words, especially if those words are just "Never want to leave you again". I'm just really happy with how that fic turned out 😆

[tvpeongsstuff]

Supreme Emperor Obiwan Kenobi

New story idea.

After Mustafar Obiwan and vader do not have another run in for a few years. But, the first time they do Obiwan makes one of his distract my enemies while fighting comments. Vader gets distracted and loses again and Obiwan runs away. It keeps happening.

At first vader does not realize what this means until he and one of his henchmen (inquisitors?) get into a fight with Obiwan and Obiwan starts flirting with the henchman like he does when he is fighting his enemies and turns to vader and flirts with vader like he does with his enemies.

Anakin Skywalker, Obiwan Kenobi's padawan/brother/son, realizes that he is now just another sith obsessed with Obiwan. And, that to Obiwan he is no different than Ventress, or Dooku, or Grievous!

He doesn't handle that knowledge well. He goes even more crazy looking for Obiwan. He cannot handle being just anything to Obiwan. He starts looking for ways to increase his power tenfold. He starts training like crazy.

He pays top dollar for holorecordings (old or new no questions asked) of Obiwan fighting against other darksiders, criminals, and imperials. There are a few new videos. If any of them get in a lucky strike, vader makes them fight him. Inquisitors, the criminal underworld, and officers start getting chopped to pieces or killed. The imperials that survive get cybernetic parts. There are also a lot of older videos of Obiwan fighting with other Jedi, especially Anakin Skywalker. Those were supposed to be destroyed after the fall of the Republic. They make him feel...

Unbeknownst to both vader and sidious, the rebellion realize what's happening and start using vader's obsession to get vader to turn his sith fury on the complacent core worlds. They were the ones comming the info lines saying that Obiwan was on X planet or Y planet. Then when vader and his troops show up, they would broadcast the carnage. And, they carry out covert operations on other planets as they know those planets are vaderfree. For example, creating a spy network on Naboo, moving ammunitions through planet A.

The Rebellion recruits Obiwan to their cause. Bail reaches out to him, tells him the plan. They need him to distract vader. It's twofold: They don't want vader getting suspicious and they need vader to keep destroying coreworlds. He needs to be filmed looking heroic, walking through rich districts, passing by Core senators mistresses second homes, in the same are as a new important imperial's kept man (misters?). He is going to be their Katniss Everdeen (an ancient hero). People are going to get hurt but every jedi knows that the good of the many outweighs the good of the few or the one.

It works! If there is a rumor that Obiwan is on a planet, vader shows up with squadrons and tear the area apart, torture people for information, etc. This backfires on him because he razes so many places the empire can't completely censor the videos before they get out. People stop calling in as much, no matter how good the bounty.

Palpatine is at first happy with vader's obsession. He's all, "Give in to the power of the dark side" and he loves cyborgs. But, vader is single minded in his pursuit. It's like he transferred all of the love he had for Obiwan into this chase. Palpatine knows how much Anakin loved Obiwan so...on the one hand let vader find him and kill him, cementing palpatine's rule and ensuring vader's complete loyalty. On the other hand, vader is wrecking core planets and undermining his hold right now.

Sidious orders vader to stop and concentrate on other things. Vader does not listen. He receives a holo showing Obiwan on Naboo visiting Padme's memorial. He freaks out, goes to Naboo, takes the entire 501st and the 212th. He questions the queen. He rips apart members of Naboo's ruling class. He breaks public monuments. His purge troopers pull people out of their homes and beat citizens in the street. All of this is being broadcast galaxy wide.

Naboo's gentry are comming palpatine on his private line complaining and asking him to control his maniac. The rebel broadcast and the regular broadcast are wondering if this new empire is going to keep infringing on the rights of citizens? Are the people hurt by the rampaging vader going to have any recourse? Perhaps they should return to a republic? Sidious can't let this stand. He looks weak. Vader is destroying his home planet and ruining his image.

He leaves Coruscant and goes to Naboo. This was all part of a plan by the rebellion and it worked perfectly. They sneak Obiwan into Coruscant. They needed both vader and the emperor off planet so that no one powerful would be around to sense Obiwan. The rebellion are going to rally support to their cause, build up the capital's spy network, and film holos of Obiwan on planet to play at a later date to embarrass the empire.

On Naboo, vader is mourning at Padme's tomb when sidious catches up to him. The rebellion have set up holo cameras to spy on vader's every move. Breha told them to set up low tech motion detector cameras at the tomb. When the emperor comes in he berates vader and shoots force lightning at him while Vader writhes on the ground and screams in pain. It all gets captured on holo.

S: "I do not care about these morons, Lord Vader. But, you need to get yourself together and stop embarrassing me. Use your grief to channel the power of the dark side!"

Vader (gasping and panting): Yes my master

S: You have been letting Kenobi make a fool of you. Perhaps he is better than you? Perhaps you do not truly want to kill him? Did you forget how he turned on you and cut you down? Do you not want your revenge?

Vader: Yes I want my revenge

Sidious: Good good apprentice. When next you meet pull on the dark side of the force. Show Kenobi what you are capable of. Let him be the one to suffer.

V: Yes master

S: Good we leave at once for Coruscant. Gather your men.

Meanwhile Obiwan had met with senators and businessmen sympathetic to the rebel cause. He's gone down to the lower levels and spread hope amongst the poor and downtrodden. He's used the force to heal. He's filmed at the barracks and the senate. Finally, he's at the jedi temple. Obiwan has been making poignant propaganda films. Now, he has to make one about the fall of the republic and the murder of the jedi. He does. It's heart wrenching.

He talks about life in the jedi temple. He talks about the camaraderie and love all the jedi are raised with, how he didn't realize people thought jedi were baby stealers. He explains that the jedi only took unwanted children, or children whose parents could not help them with their powers. Every jedi who wanted to could leave the order. No one was kept by force. All jedi were educated on their culture and traditions. And, he talks about that final day, the murder of the jedi in the temple, the slaughter of the younglings. . He talks about finding all their bodies after, the futile search for survivors, the desperate he harboured. He cries.

The rebellion thought that they would have more time. The emperor was supposed to stay on Naboo as is his wont and make nice with his fellow men. They did not expect him to come back immediately with vader, two starships full of clone purge troopers, and 7 inquisitors. They realize they cannot get Obiwan off planet. It's too late. Vader and sidious have sensed his presence.

Obiwan makes a decision. He could die trying to escape or he could make a heroic last stand. He has the rebellion set up holo cameras all around the area and go into hiding. He tells them to broadcast his last recording. Hopefully it will rally people to their side when he diies. They have to get themselves to safety. Obiwan knows he has to push vader into killing him quickly. He hides all of his most sensitive information deep behind his strongest shields. Then he meditates. He is as ready as he'll ever be. He has to trust in the force.

Sidious knows that this is the perfect PR opportunity. He has to counteract Obiwan's emotional appeal. He sends Vader with all the troops and inquisitors after Obiwan. Vader knows better than to fail him but back up couldn't hurt. Obiwan must die! He also orders all the empires holos to broadcast the fight throughout the galaxy. He goes to the senate and announces that "there have been reports that the jedi terrorist Obiwan Kenobi has been spotted on Coruscant. Not to worry. Not to worry. I have sent Darth Vader to deal with him. At long last we will be rid of the jedi menace and our glorious empire can finally know peace." This is also broadcast throughout the galaxy from the senate cameras.

The fight starts. It's epic. Obiwan battles Vader and the Inquisitors from the jedi temple to the senate rotunda. He knocks out 3 inquisitors and badly injures 2 more. He catches blaster bolts and directs away from him back to his enemies. He keeps flirting, and making jokes and puns. Vader is enraged. He starts fighting horribly. He loses focus and jumps in the way of his inquisitors. (They already know he's obsessed with Obiwan Kenobi and the suspect if one of them land the killing blow vader will destroy them.) He chops off one of vader's hands.

Obiwan: Did I unhand you? That must burn.

Vader becomes apoplectic. How is Obiwan beating him? Again? He remembers what sidious said and starts pulling on the dark side of the force. Vader is literally pulling all of the darkside energy on Coruscant into him. Here's the thing, there is no true dark side force energy. There is only the force that can be used for dark purposes or light purposes. The way the force is used taints the force around the user. Vader is actually pulling the force away from darksiders like the Sith.

Vader begins the drain Coruscant of its dark energy. He pulls the force out of all the inquisitors that surround him, draining them. This knocks all of them unconscious. He needs more power! He pulls on the dark energy around him that has been clouding the force on Coruscant. He pulls even harder. Several weak dark side senators fall unconscious. Dark side users around the planet start passing out. Still Vader needs more power!

Palpatine feels a drain on his powers. Too late he grasps what's happening; he tries to reach out to vader. "Stop! Stop!" he screams, " Stop this at once Lord Vader!" He tries to raise his shields but he and vader share a connection, sneakily placed there by him while vader was still a child. Usually the connection goes one way. He pushes doubts, fears, dreams, and pain on vader and sits back and enjoys the emotional turmoil. Today vader has blasted that connection wide open and is taking all of the force from him. He falls unconscious.

Obiwan Kenobi can see dark energy flowing into vader. Dark energy from teh inquisitors on the ground, dark energy swirling in from the air, an ocean of dark energy coming to him from the senate. Vadear is swarming in dark energy. Obiwan can feel the turmoil, rage, and hate. It feels like....anakin skywalker throwing a tantrum when he didn't get his own way as a child.

Obiwan knows how to deal with this, probably Anakin's biggest darkest tantrum. He opens the bond he has with anakin a little, looks into anakin, puts the right amount of force into his suggestion and says "Sleep." Vader collapses and Obiwan catches him with the force.

The flow of energy into vader immediately starts to slow down. From their connection Obiwan can sense all the people vader has been sucking dry. If vader stops draining them they will wake up, so Obiwan keeps the flow going.

All this time the battalions have mostly been standing by idly. They were ordered to take shots to incapacitate or distract the jedi, unless he somehow won. Then they were to kill him. They start firing immediately. With Obiwan's focus and the energy of all the darkside at his fingertips Obiwan is able to catch every single bolt blast. He starts moving towards the senate following the ocean of darkness, parting bolts in front of him like he is parting water. Some of the troops try to run up to him to fight him but they get caught and stuck. He is floating vader and the inquisitors behind him. The caught troopers start floating along with them also. As they pass, the bolts fire.

In the senate, chaos reigns. A few senators and the emperor have collapsed. Medics have been called for them. On their screens, Jedi master Obiwan Kenobi has bested Darth Vader and his inquisitors. He is walking through the blaster bolts of thousands of troopers. He has proven himself unkillable and now he is coming straight for them. Some of the weaker members of the senate try running away. Others call out to the Coruscant senate guards to protect them. An enterprising member orders the doors sealed. It makes no difference.

Obiwan Kenobi enters the senate. and jumps to the emperor's hover chair. Vader is hovering behind him still but he has left the inquisitors and the clone troopers at the entrance to the senate. The troopers are still firing at him indiscriminately. He is catching the bolts and directing them to the walls. He looks down at the emperor who is being treated by a medidroid, throws the droid away with the force, and closes his eyes for a few seconds. All the cameras are on him. Every household in the galaxy is watching. This is being projected to every screen on every warship. Imperial officers the galaxy over are watching from their posts.

He opens his eyes

Obiwan: By the ancient laws of this senate, and pursuant to charter 9 as set forth in the old republic, I name myself the vice chair of the senate Obiwan Kenobi. Alpha Tango Abera Cadebera Seven Five Thirteen.

There is a pause. Then a flurry of sound as all of the technology in the senate updates at the same time. The ancient code of the senate computers accepts Obiwan's passcode and turns the full power of the senate over to him. All connected systems update also.

Obiwan: Commanders execute order 4. Cancel order 66 and stop shooting.

All the clones stop shooting.

Obiwan: All powers are hereby handed over to me and whatsoever remains of the Jedi order. I declare myself Supreme Emperor Obiwan Kenobi.

Part 2

[littleprinceani]

hi hello what about anakin and obiwan being invited to some gala and they get picked up by this fancy transport and they both look gorgeous and anakin tries but he cannot keep his hands of obiwan and kisses his neck and obiwan asks calmly ‘driver roll up the partition please’ and anakin smirks and quickly opens obiwan’s pants and gives him the dick sucking of his life and when he just had one of the most amazing orgasms in his life, the driver announces that they’ve arrived and the pics that get made of them on the red carpet are anakin wiping his mouth and obiwan adjusting his crotch

[glimmerglanger]

Hi glimmer! I thought of some prompts for the spicy week that I’d love to see come to life in your talented hands! Of course I don’t expect you to do all of them, and if you don’t want to write any of these that’s totally fine, they’re just suggestions: rimming, sex toys, sleepy sex, lingerie (also I’ve seen a few kinktober lists floating around but they’re all wildly different and none are “official”). have a lovely day!

Anonymous said:

r u interested in lingerie-wearing obiwan? eg: anakin hyperventilating when he saw a hint of lace peeking out of obi's tunic

So, this is for the lingerie prompts. I never considered that much before, and I hope that I did it justice. Established relationship (an accidental theme of Spicy September Week, I don’t think I have any first-times!) set at a time post-war. I’m not sure what happened to Palps in this ‘verse. Maybe Anakin accidentally dropped him down the elevator shaft, such a shame. He’s dead, in any case.

INCREDIBLY NOT SAFE FOR THINGS STARTING WITH “W.”

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Obi-Wan had not meant to fall asleep after meditating, much less on the couch when his bed was a scant handful of feet away. Still, they were all still on the road to recovery after the end of the war. He had not realized he was so tired when he sat down to review more notes from the latest Senate session, and would have, likely, slept through dinner had not a strange sound from the door awoken him.

He cracked his eyes open, taking in the glow of late afternoon light through his quarters. There was warm light flooding in through his open door, as well, shining past a familiar figure.

Obi-Wan stretched a bit, his meditation tunic riding up with the movement - there was an ache in his back from how he’d laid - and smiled. He said, “Anakin, I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow.”

“My trip ended early,” Anakin said, his tone strange and tense as he stepped into the room, the door shutting at his back. He had a bag slung over his shoulder and dropped it to the floor without looking. He was just… staring.

“Mm,” Obi-Wan said, pushing to sit up, tugging his thin tunic to order. Coruscant was going through the hottest summer he could remember and even the Temple’s massive cooling system was not quite up to the task. It had been warm inside his rooms, bordering on hot, for weeks. “Well, I haven’t had dinner yet, if you want to--”

“What are you wearing?” Anakin asked, crossing the room and hesitating in front of him, his eyes dark in the afternoon light.

Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow at him, glancing down at himself. He shifted, just a little, and said, “My clothes…?”

Anakin made a sharp little sound and asked, “What else?”

Obi-Wan resisted the urge to flush, fought with his expression and knew he won. He had long years of experience bluffing, after all. He should have expected trouble when his shirt rode up, and asked, with all the innocence he could muster, “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

Anakin put a knee beside his hip on the couch, reached out, grabbed the hem of Obi-Wan’s tunic, and lifted. Obi-Wan heard his breath catch and braced for the inevitable teasing. He’d really hoped to have finished with Luminara’s foolish prank before Anakin got back.

“I mean this,” Anakin said, his voice gone, abruptly, lower, as he trailed the fingers of his other hand down across Obi-Wan’s stomach, brushing across the lacy straps rising above the waistband of his leggings.

“Oh, that,” Obi-Wan said, determined to play the entire situation off if at all possible. He had no desire to be teased about it for the rest of both of their lives. “I’m afraid I lost a foolish wager with Luminara and as a result--”

“What?” Anakin asked, gaze snapping up to meet Obi-Wan’s, finally. “It’s -- you’re wearing lingerie as part of a bet?” He felt both relieved and confused. Obi-Wan wondered if he realized that he was slowly sweeping his thumb back and forth across the lace.

Obi-Wan shrugged, shivering a little. He’d found the lace annoying, for the most part. But something about the touch of skin through it was… making him feel warmer under his skin. Or perhaps that was just Anakin’s closeness, after a few weeks apart. “Why else would I be wearing it?” he asked.

“I don’t…” Anakin looked to the side, a muscle in his jaw jumping. He swallowed, hard. “I thought, maybe, you were… you know. Wearing it for someone. Someone else.”

For a moment Obi-Wan could only stare at him, chest aching sharply, before he shook his head and leaned away from the couch, sliding his hand to cup Anakin’s jaw, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’m not wearing it for anyone,” he said. “And there is no one else, Anakin. I don’t want anyone but you, I hope you--”

Anakin made a hungry sound, surging forward, and Obi-Wan found himself pressed back against the couch. Anakin kissed him, properly, pushing closer, desire overspilling the edges of his control. And this was, in fact, far more of the reunion that Obi-Wan had expected. He groaned, threading fingers into Anakin’s hair, pulling him closer.

He managed to find his thoughts after a moment, as Anakin moved on to sucking kisses to his throat, rasping, “It’s terribly uncomfortable, really. Perhaps you’d be interested in helping me take it off?”

Anakin went still for a moment, groaning, and then his hands were on the hem of Obi-Wan’s shirt, tugging it up and off, and freezing, as he got a look at the… contraption beneath. Obi-Wan didn’t know what to call it, really. The entire thing was lace and straps, all connected, somehow, to a little ring of metal at his sternum.

Anakin, staring at it, dark-eyed, demanded, “What the kriff kind of bet did you have with Luminara?”

“You know,” Obi-Wan said, because he preferred not to say, really. He heaved a sigh and added, “Look, go ahead and laugh, if you must.”

Anakin sucked in a breath and then he was kissing Obi-Wan again, hard and deep, grabbing Obi-Wan’s hand and dragging it down, pressing Obi-Wan’s palm to - to his cock. Obi-Wan made a surprised sound, touching him through his slacks, the hard length of him. Anakin panted, against his mouth, “Does it seem like I’m laughing?”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan gasped back, because he’d expected, honestly, amusement. Probably some less-than-gentle teasing. But Anakin only felt like… hot want, shoving at him until he fell sideways across the cushions, mouth at Obi-Wan’s collarbone and slipping lower as he yanked and tugged at Obi-Wan’s leggings.

“We -- the bed is right there,” Obi-Wan rasped, shivering as Anakin caught one of the straps of the ridiculous… thing in his mouth, and then let it go, snapping against his skin. “We can just--”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Anakin said, roughly, breath hot through the lace across Obi-Wan’s skin, sucking a kiss right through the fabric, and, oh--

It was a different sensation, rough and soft all at once, a rasp of pressure disappearing as Anakin tossed his leggings aside and shifted up to just… look at him. Anakin was breathing hard, hair mussed, tunic hanging open. His gaze blazed a trail down Obi-Wan’s body, across dark lace and the, frankly, insufficient wisps of fabric currently serving as negligee. 

“Force,” Anakin panted, sliding his palm up Obi-Wan’s thigh, until his thumb brushed the lacy little thing over Obi-Wan’s cock. It had fitted decently earlier, but wasn’t currently up to the task. The lace clung to his cock, making him feel hyper-sensitive as Anakin gritted out, “You look like a kriffing picture.”

Obi-Wan meant to ask what kind of pictures Anakin had possibly been looking at, though he knew well enough that some of the troopers had gotten… more than a bit explicit with the materials they circulated during the war; Hardcase had nearly had a stroke when Obi-Wan accidentally discovered his stash, though some of the images were certainly a good likeness, Obi-Wan could admit, even if they misplaced the freckles, and-- And he got distracted when Anakin ground out, “I want to just… make a mess of you.”

The words hit him below his gut, made his cock twitch, helplessly, and he reached up to grab Anakin’s shoulders, hauling him down, groaning, “Do it, then.”

Anakin made a low, hungry sound, and suddenly his hands were everywhere, his mouth sliding across Obi-Wan’s ribs. He nipped at the edge of the lace again, fingers sliding across the little wisps caught here and there, electrifying.

Obi-Wan groaned aloud when Anakin kissed down his stomach, exhaling hot over the head of his cock. He expected, for some reason, that Anakin would pull the lace aside and perhaps -- But Anakin just - just licked across the lace, heat transferring so easily through the thin fabric, wet heat and the rough-soft sensation of the lace across his skin. 

Obi-Wan curled fingers into Anakin’s hair, panting as Anakin mouthed down the underside of his cock, making wet, hungry sounds, sloppy in a way he usually wasn’t and-- And Obi-Wan’s spine bowed quite without intention as Anakin hooked a finger into the lace and tugged it to one side, the edge biting against his skin, the rest of it pulled tighter against his cock. 

“What--” Obi-Wan started, when Anakin lifted his mouth away for a moment. He curled his shoulders up, trying to see what was going on, and watched Anakin suck briefly on two of his fingers, mouth wet and red. “Force--” Obi-Wan dropped his head back down, heat flowing through his body as Anakin sucked the head of his cock through the lace and - and slid his wet fingers back.

They had plenty of lubricant in the bedroom. That was, apparently, too far for Anakin at the moment, and something about the desperation, the need of it, made Obi-Wan’s cock jerk, made his gut get tighter and his pulse faster.

The push into his body burned, just a little, but he didn’t - Anakin knew well enough he didn’t mind that, not at all. He liked feeling the stretch, liked the slide of knuckles catching at him, strong and sure and implacable. 

Anakin appeared to be in no mood to play around. He crooked his fingers, knowing, and sucked when Obi-Wan jolted against him, crying out. Obi-Wan was aware, through the haze of his own pleasure, of Anakin’s other hand moving between his own legs. And there was something delirious intoxicating about Anakin needing to touch himself, about the hot wetness of his mouth, and the demanding movement of his fingers.

And, layered on top of all of that, the sensation of the lace, clinging to his skin, constant pressure and sensation. 

Obi-Wan clung to the back of the couch with one hand, kept his other anchored in Anakin’s hair, and it had been weeks since they touched. Anakin groaned against his cock, brushed a third finger against Obi-Wan’s rim, and Obi-wan let out a punchy cry, because three with only spit was--

Was on the edge of too much, grounding him into his skin, into the raw beauty of what they were doing. He barely heard Anakin rasping, “Come on, come on, give it up for me.”

Obi-Wan cried out, harsh, giving in to the sensation, the pleasure, making a mess all over the inside of the silly negligee, or adding to the mess Anakin had already made. Anakin tore another sound out of him when he dragged his fingers free, and Obi-Wan would have been indignant, if not for the expression of wild hunger on Anakin’s face as he shifted up onto his knees, bracing one hand by Obi-Wan’s shoulder, the other--

The other stroking his own cock, brutal, short thrusts as he stared down, just - just looking, his red bottom lip caught by his teeth, his eyes dark and intent. “Fuck,” Anakin ground out, gutteral, when he came, only moments later, come splattering across the lace and Obi-Wan’s stomach. “Fuck,” he repeated, dropping his head, finally, and taking a kiss.

Obi-Wan curled a hand around the back of his neck, pleasure still beating through his body with his pulse, and murmured, “Welcome home.”

Anakin huffed a little laugh against his mouth, smearing a hand through the mess across Obi-Wan’s stomach. “I suppose I should get cleaned up,” Obi-Wan said, nudging at Anakin’s shoulder, preparing to roll off of the couch, and Anakin made a dark, protesting sound, pushing him back down.

“Oh,” Anakin said, voice warm and rough, breath sliding across Obi-Wan’s skin, dark as a promise, “no, you’re not going anywhere.”