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[coline7373]

"Happy New Year, General."

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[fuckmyskywalker]

need to ride dad!Anakin’s combat boot while he works on some mission plan…

— CW: 18+, Smut. Fauxcest (Anakin is called "Dad"), if you are uncomfortable/don't like it don't read it. Grinding. Boot riding. Mentions of pet play. Slight mean Anakin.

— a/n: I'm a dad!Anakin apologist. At this point I'm down bad. Also, please take this as an apology for my hiatus.

“Stop fidgeting so much,” Anakin whispers, yanking your hair by the roots and gritting his teeth. “Dad is busy.” Biting your lips to hold a whine, you nod. He is generous enough to let you get off on his boot, perhaps you are being too greedy. Anakin rolls his eyes and returns his attention to the communicator on his wrist. “Sorry about that… my dog was trying to jump on the couch.” The lie is not even convincing, but his tone is. 

“You have a dog?” Obi-Wan asks from the other side of the line. “Since when?”

Anakin looks at you, lifting his foot so your wet folds rub against the tip. “Around 6 months?” His lips curve to a wicked smile, that’s the time you two have been dating. Holding onto his knee, you gasp quietly, jolting your hips forward to increase the speed of your grinding. “Where were we?” He coughs.

“Ah— yes,” Obi-Wan continues. “There are reports of increased Separatist activity near the Rishi Maze. It's a strategic location, and our sources indicate a possible assembly of their forces. I believe we should investigate and take preventive measures." 

“The Rishi Maze has been a critical region lately…” Anakin observes, humming as he pulls on your hair again. “Rex mentioned something about that, something about unusual encrypted communications.”

“I’ll propose the mission to the Council. Maybe they’ll give us the green light.”

“Thank you Obi-Wan, you know they won’t listen to me.” You are glad Anakin is about to hang up the call, hoping he’ll finally pay attention to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow—” But your excitement is too much. The slick that coats his black leather boots helps ease the rocking of your hips, but after a particularly harsh grind on the hem of the tongue of the shoe, a broken whine escapes your lips— painfully audible. Anakin’s eyes narrow and his shoulders tense; you can read it in his eyes, you are in big trouble.

“What was that?” Obi-Wan asks. You can even hear his frown. 

“My dog” Anakin spits, leaning forward and pushing you off his boot. Lifting it, he places the heel against your naked shoulder. “She just wants attention. I think she is in heat or something, I don’t know much about animals.”

Obi-Wan sighs through the communicator. “A dog is a responsibility you are not ready for, Anakin. How did you manage to keep her alive for more than a week?”

“Oh, I have my ways. Turns out I’m a better dad than I thought.”

Obi-Wan chuckles, but there is nothing humorous about the situation… not for you at least. 

When the call finally ends you can breathe, but Anakin seems to have other plans in his twisted mind. Standing up, he removes the commlink from his wrist and throws it over the couch where he was sitting seconds ago. Staring down at you, he shakes his head as you attempt to stand up, applying more pressure against your shoulder until you are lying on the cold wooden floor of your flat, his heel digging painfully against your skin.

“Are you that desperate?” He asks mockingly. It is better for you if you cooperate, it is a lesson you learned the hard way. “Are you that needy for Dad’s cock?” You nod to both questions, feeling your cheeks heat up at the humiliation.

“Please, Dad. I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to—”

“Shut up.” He rolls his blue eyes, taking a few steps so both boots are now on either side of your head. You have a direct view of his crotch, shivering at the sight of the visible outline of his cock under his black pants. “I think you need a lesson again. To be reminded of your place.” His voice lowers, and you don’t know if you are shivering from pleasure or fear. “But don’t worry, Dad will take care of you.”

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[ultimateshixiongfuckertournament]

Noncanonicals Tournament Round 1, Match 7

Match 7 is between John 'Jack' Seward from Dracula (shizun/mentor: Abraham van Helsing) and Obi-Wan Kenobi from Star Wars (shizun/mentor: Qui-Gon Jinn)

Propaganda under the cut! (Warning: Propaganda may include spoilers about the characters and their media)

John 'Jack' Seward:

Actual quotes from the letter in which John Seward introduce Van Helsing:

"I am in doubt, and so have done the best thing I know of. I have written to my old friend and master, Professor Van Helsing, of Amsterdam, who knows as much about obscure diseases as any one in the world. [...]

Van Helsing would, I know, do anything for me for a personal reason, so no matter on what ground he comes, we must accept his wishes. He is a seemingly arbitrary man, this is because he knows what he is talking about better than any one else. He is a philosopher and a metaphysician, and one of the most advanced scientists of his day, and he has, I believe, an absolutely open mind. This, with an iron nerve, a temper of the ice-brook, and indomitable resolution, self-command, and toleration exalted from virtues to blessings, and the kindliest and truest heart that beats, these form his equipment for the noble work that he is doing for mankind, work both in theory and practice, for his views are as wide as his all-embracing sympathy."

I feel like this speaks for itself tbqh.

Also, here's Van Helsing's answer to Seward's offscreen summons:

"When I received your letter I am already coming to you. By good fortune I can leave just at once, without wrong to any of those who have trusted me. Were fortune other, then it were bad for those who have trusted, for I come to my friend when he call me to aid those he holds dear. Tell your friend that when that time you suck from my wound so swiftly the poison of the gangrene from that knife that our other friend, too nervous, let slip, you did more for him when he wants my aids and you call for them than all his great fortune could do. But it is pleasure added to do for him, your friend, it is to you that I come.[...]"

The Gangrene Incident is never explained beyond this. Just. Jack sucked Van Helsing canon and real

Rest assured that they are like this from here to the end of the novel

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See above; also, let's remember the fact that Jackie can apparently do a bang up Dutch accent to give full bodied performances mimicking his professor. Van H also implies that he and Jack are blood-married.

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Even though they are mentor/student, Van Helsing strongly believes Jack is his equal in many ways and confides in him just for emotional stability. Stereotypically the mentor pushes the student outside of his comfort zone, but it is Jack who introduces the professor to everyone else in the story. Van Helsing tells another character that Jack helps alleviate his loneliness. He writes his "in case I die" memos to Jack specifically, because there is no one else who would understand him better.

Oh also Van Helsing has a running theme of barging into Jack's room unannounced, waking him up gently from his sleep, invading his personal space with little protest.

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

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[translucent-sun]

Obi-Wan woke to the view of Cody´s back – the silhouette of it, mostly, the early morning light not bright enough yet to light up the room through the small windows. He sat at the edge of the bed, unmoving. Unsure if he´d even noticed him waking up, Obi-Wan decided to stay quiet, to keep watching. Though when Cody half-turned, a faint smile on his lips, he wasn't surprised that he already did.

“Morning,” Cody whispered, and Obi-Wan considered for a split second to close his eyes, pretend to be asleep to drag this moment on for a little longer.

“What's wrong?” he asked instead. “Why are you up?” Cody stretched with a groan, so low it sent a shiver down Obi-Wan´s spine.

“Couldn't sleep anymore. My back´s killing me.”

Obi-Wan dragged himself closer, crumpling the bedding under his knees. He brought his hand to Cody´s back, gently rubbing the skin there with his flat palm.

“Here?” he asked. “Or here?” He brought his hand higher, rubbing circles between Cody´s shoulder blades. Cody groaned under the touch.

“If I told you 'everywhere', would you keep doing that?”

Obi-Wan considered him for a moment, then sat up properly, bringing his other hand to his back as well, mirroring the other's movements across Cody´s skin. Obi-Wan smiled as Cody's head tipped back, the bit he could see of his face in the darkness overcome with the simple pleasure of being touched.

The suns were slowly rising, tinting the air in their orange shine. The room slowly filled with light, shadows growing and changing with their rise.

“Let us catch the last minutes of it,” Obi-Wan suggested, already struggling his way towards the edge of the bed, grinning at Cody's frustration as he stopped his massage.

They grabbed a blanket, not bothering to put on more clothes than they were already wearing, knowing it would get warm soon enough.

They looked around for a spot that would give them a good view, their eyes landing on the hut’s roof almost simultaneously.

“You think we can get up there?” Cody asked.

Obi-Wan hesitated. Technically he could use the Force, but the thought made him feel uneasy in a way he couldn´t really pinpoint. Shaking the thought off, he made his way for the building´s corner, pulling himself up on the ledge there with a groan before climbing all the way up.

“Throw me the blanket,” he called down, reaching out to catch it, setting it aside when he did. He reached his hand out again, this time for Cody to take as he climbed up the same way.

Out of breath and full of dust from the hut´s sandy walls they sat, their bare shoulders touching under the blanket wrapped around them. The suns rose higher and higher, going from orange to pink and back to orange, making the desert´s sand glow.

But Obi-Wan´s head turned to watch Cody instead – saw the light dance across his skin, turning his tan face golden. The white streak in his black hair almost reflected the light, glowing like strings of silver.

Obi-Wan felt the sudden urge to touch, to caress, and so he did. He brought his hand to Cody´s hair, wrapping strands of his curls around his finger, letting go before catching the next. They fell down to his shoulders again, having grown so long over the last year. Obi-Wan couldn´t help but wonder how long they would be if Cody didn't cut them from time to time, getting annoyed by them tickling his skin.

Obi-Wan´s hand wandered to Cody´s neck, his thumb stroking the side of it, then went on to his jaw. Cody closed his eyes, humming softly as he leaned into the touch, facing Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan kept caressing his skin, watching him intently. He´d never seen Cody look so old as he did in that moment. And he was gorgeous, more than he ever was before. He was so focused on every line, every wrinkle, that he didn´t notice Cody opening his eyes, peering back at him. He was only startled back into reality when Cody chuckled softly.

“What?” Cody asked, a broad grin spread over his lips, crinkling his skin more.

Obi-Wan leaned in, stealing a kiss. “I love you,” he whispered when they parted. “I just love you.”

Cody hummed in response, closing his eyes once more as he leaned into Obi-Wan, resting his head upon his shoulder. He exhaled, slowly and drawn out, almost a sigh.

“We´re getting old,” he said after a moment, the chuckle that followed more a vibration through his body than a sound.

“I´m glad we are,” Obi-Wan whispered. He took hold of Cody´s hand, stroking his knuckles slowly, softly.

#from the codywan thing im attempting to write #codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #my writing

[stardust-kenobi]

4, 18 and 49 with Obi Wan please <3 xx Reader is about the same age as Anakin

may I just say, these are EXCELLENT selections, my dear. You did not specify gender preference so if fem reader is not what you wanted let me know and I’m happy to change the wording :)

4. “Can you guys just fuck already?”

18. “I don’t care about consequences”

49. “Swallow. All of it”

Consequences

Obi Wan x Fem!Reader drabble

Warnings: smut, rough-ish sex (at least by obi wan’s standards), 18+ minors DNI

“Can you guys just fuck already?”

Anakin’s words from earlier in the day played on repeat in your head as Obi Wan tore your clothes from your body. The tension had grown too obvious, and your best friend Anakin took notice. He was loud and bold, knowing that if he didn’t hint at it, you and Obi Wan would never have the chance to express your feelings.

“Obi Wan” You breathed, Obi Wan’s lips attacking the supple skin on your neck, “what about the council?”

“I don’t care about consequences my love” He said so seriously. He meant it. You were worth any consequence to come. This kind of self indulgent and lustful behavior was already forbidden, but a Jedi and a padawan sleeping together? You’d both be exiled from the Order if you were caught.

There was an inexplicable need for one another that you both felt whenever you were near him, which was nearly everyday. You knew the tension was bound to break eventually, and all it took was Anakin’s little comment, and that was it. It was lucky timing to pounce on each other in this moment, but you didn’t have long before someone would notice you were alone in Obi Wan’s room.

“Then, please, fuck me” You whimpered while his fingers circled around your clit, igniting your heightened arousal for him.

He was hungry for you, and it felt so primal within him that nothing would change his mind about fucking you senseless right there in his chambers. The material of your dress worked in his favor as he laid you down on his bed. Slipping up the hem of the skirt, it was revealed that you wore nothing beneath it.

“Maker, you will be the death of me” He whispered with a tone of weakness as he melted for you.

Your cunt clenched around nothing, your body begging for his cock. Obi Wan swallowed hard in anticipation of ravaging you, taking in the view of you sprawled out on his bed, just for him. He hurriedly pulled his stiffened length from the restraints of his pants.

The risk of it all meant you had to be quick, but for you, it just made it all the more exciting.

As he lined himself up with your entrance, you gave him a pleading, desperate look, which was all he needed to see before he suddenly buried his length inside of you. You both breathed out in relief, whimpers softly trailing the end of your sigh. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before he began pounding into you deep and hard.

“Fuck, Obi Wan” You whimpered. What was it about not caring about the consequences? Yeah, let’s hope not. Considering you were anything but quiet in that moment.

“You are so beautiful, darling” He praised, enamored with your body writhing beneath him and the way you took his cock so well. He was deprived of this for so long. To be taking you like this was a dream to him.

Maybe it was the excitement of how wrong this was. Maybe it was the way Obi Wan looked so handsome and dominant towering over you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been pleasured in so long, but whatever it was, your senses were over loaded, and your orgasm was approaching very quickly.

Obi Wan sensed it, and brought his fingers down to your clit, and began rubbing your most sensitive area, pushing you even closer to your climax.

“That’s right, sweetheart, come for me” He purred.

With the perfect rhythm of his fingers, and the way he thrusted harder sent you over the edge. You threw your head back and cried out his name as you were overcome with pleasure. It radiated through your entire body, relentless in its intensity as Obi Wan continued his motions.

As you floated back down from your high, Obi Wan pulled out of you.

Quickly getting down on your knees, you finished him off with your mouth, tasting your own arousal slicked all over his length. The taste of you lingering on him turned you on. His cock twitched in your mouth, the tip of it beginning to stiffen, which let you know how close he was to his climax. You could barely fit him as you swirled your tongue around his length.

“Don’t stop, Y/N, fuck” He cursed, losing himself in the slickness and skill of your tongue.

Suddenly, the warmth of his release coated your tongue while he gripped the back of your head, overwhelmed by his own pleasure.

“Swallow, darling. All of it” He commanded as he rode down from his high.

You happily obeyed, taking all of his release and swallowing it. His hand cupped your face, admirable of your messy hair and rosy cheeks as he looked down at you.

“I believe we have a meeting to attend, right?” You teased, mentioning the Council meeting that was open to all Jedi, and it was crucial that you two attended.

“Better get ourselves cleaned up quick, then” He chuckled.

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[hanasnx]

❝ wishful thinking. ❞

── darth vader x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 6k SUMMARY: your greed for your lord, darth vader, entices him to once again, destroy you from the inside. NOTES: crispy vader hehe, also he has a dick that works cos thats my personal headcanon. obi wan didnt cut off all this guys limbs you know what im sayin ladies,gents,&genderless-persons (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵) WARNINGS: f!reader | lowkey unedited kinda not sorry | explicit sex | porn with almost no plot | reader being a horny bastard and a brat | mask/suit kink | slight exhibitionism | dom!vader loves brat taming | unprotected sex | oral (m receiving) | fingering | no specific ask for consent it's implied | vader being mean and painful on purpose bcos the reader is a masochist.

Focus? Focus was unattainable. You swallowed thickly, the words of the conversation bleeding into the background noise because your mind traveled elsewhere. Daring a glance up at the dominating presence— DARTH VADER pivoted his head in your direction curiously. Your bashfulness refused to meet his gaze. Eyes straight out ahead of you and you heard him continue relaying instructions to the Stormtrooper.

Your lips pressed together, biting them when a familiar throb shot up your core. Lord Vader had some idea how you were feeling, but he ignored it. The brute couldn’t be bothered by the way your thoughts drifted, recalling the events that had transpired just moments before you two exited his chambers, moments before this guard approached him. Standing at Darth Vader’s side made you feel small, insignificant, unnoticeable. Though, there are those who would say differently. To think, this Stormtrooper had no idea what exactly your lord just did to you. It thrilled you to no end; it caught your breath in your throat; and it sent yet another chill down your spine. You must be so obvious. Not just to Lord Vader and his uncanny ability to read you like a book, but to everyone in the vicinity as well. Your cheeks were red hot. Your hair must be a mess. It was his fault for tangling his fingers in it. The sounds the two of you made surfaced in your head, what he said to you, the feeling of suddenly being filled after so much ache. All of this was too much to bear, and it had to go somewhere.

Again, you glanced at the sith, but this time he did not return your gaze. It granted you the freedom to linger, trailing your view down his blank mask, mouthpiece you’ve kissed. The column of his neck, down his broad chest and indicators, his seas of black robes, heavy boots that thundered when he prowled through the halls. Traveling back up his dark figure, it reminded you just how large he was. Any room he was in, he commanded. The grand center of attention. Terrifyingly beautiful, in the same ways a beast was in the moonlight when you were safely hidden from its deadly sights. Your eyes followed his finger as it pointed accusingly toward the Trooper. He was taken aback from the motion, as if it was penalizing to be at the end of it. Vader loomed, words from his mask blended into rumbles when it fell on your ears. It made you blink your wide curious eyes at him, finding yourself wishing to be the one scolded. He had to know what you were thinking about. How was he not as distracted as you? Much to your dismay, it only added to your pleasure. That you were so afflicted, yet the very member who brought you to your intense finish was unaffected, as if it was merely another afternoon. That talented finger which led you to give yourself to him before this Stormtrooper ever took his attention away from you. Your trained gaze followed his finger, and then to that hand which came up to the small of your back, giving you a gentle push to lead you away once the Trooper had exited. In your dream-like state, direction was appreciated, and you obeyed blindly. Greedy as you were for another rendezvous in his bed chambers, you knew even if you didn’t receive it, you’d do anything he asked of you right now. A willing servant to his every whim. Some might call you imbecilic to ever bow down to the Enforcer, but how could you refuse when he was just so… enforcing? You couldn’t tear your gaze from the side of his black helmet as he led you, this time he took verbal notice. “My sweet, you must be aware I can sense your desire?” he questioned, his voice low as to not attract unwanted spies. He strode, his cape billowing behind him. Disappointment bloomed in your chest when his hand dropped to his side, no longer in contact with you.

“You hid it remarkably well.” you replied, unimpressed.

“I thought it pleased you when we played pretend.” That dry humor made you bow your head to veil your guilty smile. Your silence was an answer, and he continued. “Were you clouding my senses with lust in hopes to satisfy yourself again? You’ve had enough.” His words were so derisive, you crossed your arms, hanging your head away from him childishly.

“I can’t control my thoughts.” You disagreed with him. Miraculously, you were sure you could take more. It wasn’t fair for him to decide for you what was enough. When you had left his chambers with him earlier, you were undoubtedly satisfied. It was the fact you were so easy to rile up when you analyzed the secrecy. Concealing your relationship with the most powerful sith in the galaxy, only served to consume your heart and your core with fiery desire. To look at someone and know that mere seconds before, your lord had brought you to tears while buried deep inside of you.

“How defiant you are today, little one. Should I warn you again what craving punishment will get you?” Once more your traitorous longing wrapped it’s tendrils around your mind, plaguing you by sharing your private feelings with the man next to you.

“Oh, curse you.” you relented, tossing the statement at him convictionless. You imagined him smiling underneath his mask in victory, which only served to exacerbate your temperament.

To be reminded constantly how much Darth Vader truly affected you was exhausting, considering how often you were called to his side. It was rare you went anywhere without him. Speculative talk from the staff of this particular starship traveled fast, and you’ve heard the whispers through the grapevine. A popular theory was that you were a recorder, and documented the daily dealings of Lord Vader meant to report back to the Emperor. Not only were you to detail the Enforcer, but the crew members as well. Those who believed this rumor were on their best behavior when you roamed the halls unattended. Your lesser favored theory was that you were his concubine. This one was mostly a joke, since no one has seen Vader without his suit, they doubted there was anything worth showing underneath. Oh, how wrong they were.. It was meant to be a demeaning jest, one you detested deeply. Not because you didn’t respect concubines, but because the purpose of the rumor was to jab at you. As if you had no real worth on board or to Lord Vader as a seemingly jobless woman. Harsh criticism coming from those who were green with jealousy. You delighted in the idea they spread your promiscuous nickname because they hated the special treatment you received from their cold leader.

However, comparing you to a concubine wasn’t so far off, much to your chagrin. Those using it as an insult were so short-sighted, if they’d used a little more brain power to ponder it, perhaps they’d finally figure it out. By choice, you truly were Vader’s lover.

“You have a lot on your mind today.” The sith’s voice cut you from your mind’s tight tethers, his fingers gliding against a holo-pad where his gaze remained. He had read into your suspicious lack of conversation.

“Can you blame me?” you huffed, turning so you could lean your back against the stand he was facing. You pivoted your head to look at him as you spoke, crossing your arms and legs. “I’m surprised you’re so chatty after the unspeakable things we did earlier.” You exaggerated the word, the corner of your lips curling. The way they looped in your head periodically, your core reminiscing the feeling of him inside of you by giving you a taste every time you imagined what he felt like. That ache shooting through you like lightning.

On his way to the control system on your other side, he stopped in front of you. His blank gaze from his lifeless mask bore into you. Unable to look away, you obediently met that gaze, eyebrows briefly upturning in a pleading countenance he appreciated. Grazing his gloved palm against your cheek, his fingers brushed your hair behind your ear. A tender action that caused you to chew your bottom lip. It was quiet besides your breaths. When his hand continued its path, tangling in the hair at the back of your head, tugging it down. Tingles traveled down your spine, mouth falling open to emit a sinful sigh. “Would you like to relive it?” His voice quivered. You recognized that he was recalling his and your actions in his private chambers as well.

You reached out for him, clutching onto the hems of his cape, leaning him into you, looming over you like a dark tower. Something came over you when he was near. Intoxicating you with his overpowering presence. It embarrassed you how quick you were to submit when he was the one demanding it from you. The Sith Lord was displeased with how long you took to answer him, and his grip tightened, stinging your scalp. You whimpered this time. “Already?” you breathed, a smile tugging at your lips from toying with him, “You’re so greedy, my love,” He angled your head with a growl.

“You say that when I can smell your desperation come off you in waves.” Your brows knit together, knees weakening, hands gripping his robe until you felt your own nails dig into your palms.

“My lord,” you scolded playfully. “Stop teasing me.”

Your prayer for more was heard, and your lord’s other hand wrapped around your throat, leaning you down until your back pressed against the slanted control panel. Raising your knee up his side, you tucked him in between your legs. Your hair was released, his hand splaying behind him to force the doors of this room to lock. “If your desire is to be broken, pet, so be it.” His sharp words cut through you, enticing you further to melt under his intensity. His cape cascaded over the two of you, as if to veil you from the outside world. Your touch trailed up, sliding against what you knew to be his skin underneath his armor. His firm biceps flexed under your palms as he settled you against the surface, fixing you there with his thigh in between your legs, fit snug against your wet heat. You gasped, instinctively resting your hands on the top of his thigh for balance, feeling his warm flesh through his clothes, readying to ride it. The motion had pressed your tits together between your arms, and your lord took generous notice of how they practically spilled out of your shirt. Vader’s hand unlatched from your throat, fingertips tracing your defined collarbones before his palm engulfed your breast, kneading it roughly.

“Gentle.” you commanded, involuntarily. It surprised you and you met his gaze for his reaction, as if you were able to read his thoughts through a mask. Cruelly, he pinched your hardened nipple, his other arm slipping around your waist to arch you into him. You winced.

“You belong to me, and I’ll do what I want with you.” Your hands crept up, brushing his indicators as you settled on his broad chest. Hovering over you, it was like he swallowed you up, “For that is what you wanted.” consuming your every thought and desire. That included, sensing your defiance when told who owned you. Your distaste for it was comparable to being accused of being his concubine by his subordinates. “Ah,” he mused as he discovered your inkling of disobedience. Your hands on his chest nudged him, shying away from him as his hand squeezed your breast so the flesh popped out in between his fingers. “you disagree.” he observed aloud.

“No, my lord,” You told him what he wanted to hear, so he’d touch you. Defile you. That’s what you needed.

“Don’t lie to me, pet,” he spat the nickname, and you wiggled your hips, searching for friction against your throbbing core. “You forget you cannot hide anything from me.”

Finally, you conceded, meeting his visor, “I belong to no one. Not even to you,” He felt your truth, and it ignited a competitive trait within him. It fueled you, smirking at him watching him slow his movements. “You seem displeased to hear that, handsome.” you called him that not out of endearment, but because you believed it would worsen his mood. Your lord had no patience for disrespect.

“Let’s see if you feel that way after I’m finished.” His purr thrilled you to no end, shooting straight down to your pussy. More steadily, you rolled against his thigh. As it built within you, you felt the air thicken. Whether from your hot breath, or the force gathering around the two of you. His arm around your waist, pulled you to your feet, sliding your damp sex down onto his thigh in the process. The wheal where his flesh and his metal leg connected, swiped against you, and you practically ruffled like a bird. “Prove your loyalty.” Confused as to what he demanded from you, you looked at him expectantly. However, it soon clicked when he pushed you to your knees, the cold tile meeting them firmly. “Put that gifted tongue to use, little one. Don’t make me wait.” Like you were trained, your mouth watered at the order, eager hands sliding up the meat of his thighs, tracing his codpiece, finding the release trigger like you’ve done so many times before. With a hiss of air, it detached, and clattered onto your lap, slipping off when you raised to your knees. It was only a few slips of fabric that separated you from what you craved the most, and when he was freed he stood at attention. He refused to speak of his past, how he ended up in his suit and his situation. What you knew is that he lost his limbs, replaced by machinery. What wasn’t replaced with mech, was man. His cock was, in a word, captivating. Causing that sensation of anticipation to rise in your belly. It was long, and thick, and has bullied its way into you more than you could count. It’s lost its function, of course, but that only made it easier to cum deep inside you over and over again without worry. You moistened your lips, readying to take him, and when he was done waiting, his hand came to the back of your head, directing your mouth exactly where he wanted it. His swollen head barely fit inside without grazing your canines. As soon as it had found its home, deep inside your mouth, poking at the back of your throat, you moaned. When he rocked, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

It gave you great pleasure to service him. The idea of making him feel so good he can’t speak, to hold power over him with the superior talent of your tongue, had you buzzing with excitement. To steady yourself, your palms came to rest on his thighs, while his hand tangled in your hair. The sting on your scalp was delicious, and the act made you moan again, vibrating his cock within you. You heard his exhale. It curled the corner of your lips in satisfaction. You bobbed your head, his hand following your movement, allowing you to set the pace. His precum and your spit lubricated his venture, sinking into your mouth deeper and deeper. At this angle, he was much too big to fit his entire shaft. To think the complete length would slot into you like a key to a lock later made your sex loosen for him already. You wet from the start, but going down on him soaked you more. His hips bucked, and you made a noise in acknowledgement, he pressed on. His hold on your hair now keeping you in place as he fucked your mouth like a pussy. Your conjoined sounds grew in volume, noticing him harden from your helpless whimpers, the slobber glistening on his cock, and you glancing up at him with wide pleading eyes. Through his voice modulator, his breath quickened, and it spurred you on. Relaxing, you let him do exactly as he pleased, ignoring the ache in your jaw. “Sweet… sweet girl.” he breathed out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head while he thrust into you. Your tongue slid around his shaft and slit, just like you knew he loved. “I’m surprised at you, darling, I expected you’d put up more of a fight,” That humor earned him a light punch on his thigh. He chuckled, breathless from your perfect lips wrapped around his cock like you were made for it. “Instead you submit so readily to me.” You hollowed out your cheeks to emphasize his words, and he groaned. His voice was addicting to you, keen on hearing it any chance you could. Especially when he made filthy noises. “Such- a good girl.” he punctuated the praise with sharp thrusts into your mouth, pulling your head forward to meet his hips. As he picked up speed, his other hand came to cup the side of your face, aiding in bobbing your head. Everything was running straight through you to your core, heat pooling, but you refused to touch yourself. You were going to let him take care of you for your hard work. His tip kissed the back of your throat over and over again, forcing you to hold your breath every time it did. You squeezed your eyes shut, recognizing his signs of nearing release. His pants were ragged, hips stuttering, hunching over you as you moved your head less and less, merely pushing you further down his cock and holding you there. Minimal movement to the point where the bulb of your nose was warmed by his stomach. You had to hold your breath longer now, waiting until the last second to nudge his legs to alert him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

He took the hint, yanking you off his length by your hair, and you gasped. A string of saliva connected you to his tip. It caused you to lean in and place a languid open mouthed kiss on his head, lapping at your combined fluids while you met his gaze. The both of you breathing hard, he growled, tugging your head back to remove you from him fully, displeased at you teasing him. “Get cold feet?” you asked, puffing, a lazy grin on your features. You were disappointed he didn’t let you milk him for all he’s worth.

“Hardly.” he responded, unamused. Your tongue ran across your lips, cleaning remnants of him off, and swallowing thickly.

“Do I get a reward?”

He didn’t say anything, instead grabbing hold of your wrists to lift you up off the ground with ease. To him, you were light as a feather, no matter what weighed you down. Brought back to that slanted panel, he directed your body for you, bending you over it. Your hard nipples pressed against the cold metal, causing you to hiss. Pinning you there with his hand on your shoulder, his other came to swipe in between your legs. You were so sensitive you shied away at first, exhaling in relief when he returning his contact, his fingertips rubbing circles into your clit through your clothes while his palm cupped your sex. Vader felt you through him, could feel your pleasure as you received it, and his motions intensified. Massaging you, dipping the tips of his fingers into your hole through your clothes. You gasped, reaching back to halt him. As soon as he saw your chest lift from the panel, his hand moved from your shoulder to the back of your neck, forcing you down until your cheek kissed the metal. He left your aching pussy, arm rounding you in order to undo your sash at the front. Impatient, he ripped down your pants, and only when properly exposed he returned to relieve you. “I can sense your anticipation, little one,” In other circumstances, he might dangle it over you, make you beg for it, cry for it. However, he was eager to experience the way your tight hole squeezed around him. “Let me prepare you.” The sting of his gloves against such a soft part of you, made you clench your jaw. You enjoyed the pain, your slick aiding his movements. Cruelly, he didn’t wait for you to adjust, instead diving inside for that sweet spot inside you, the one that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your mouth falling open, whining… One curl of one finger created such harmony inside your body, and when he added another finger you moaned. It was an unforgiving pace. Fucking you with two of his fingers until he could fit three, petting your insides while it leaked down his hand. You wiggled your hips, begging for release already, but he was merciless. His grip on the back of your neck squeezed.

“Vader… Vader,” you said, like you were trying to get his attention. Get him to answer you. You canted his name, moans interrupting your sentences, fluttering on his fingers from the pain mixed with pleasure. Your noises were heightening in pitch, signaling to him you were headed straight for your orgasm.

“Before I bless you, wretch, I shall remind you.” You recognized the heat in his words, having been heavily affected by your emotions you knew he could experience alongside you. His use of the Force had to be blasphemous, utilizing it to peer into your innermost thoughts. Your private sensations of pleasure. Your orgasm. “I own you.” There was no strength in you to argue, drool spilling from your parted lips against the panel. He did not sense your denial, and he scoffed. He pushed further into you, practically lifting you onto the tips of your toes with just his fingers fucking you. The pressure and manic pace made you scream, clutching onto the edges of the panel until your knuckles turned white. “So easy to manipulate. To control.” He remembered what you had called yourself one of the times the two of you connected in the past. He decided to mention it now, “A little fuck toy.” he rumbled. You cried out from the jolt of shock it brought you. If there was one thing about your lord, he loved a good ego high. Degrading you, winning you over, meeting your challenge and excelling. There was nothing more compelling than to know you were under his thumb. As he allowed you to near your release, he followed. Hovering over you until you felt his breath on your neck. He longed to kiss you there, to sink his teeth into you.

“Vader!” you shouted, frustration bubbling up inside of you. You deserved to finish.

He laughed at you.

Finally, wrapping his other arm around you, pressing your backside to his erect cock as his hand found your clit, circling it as he maintained his wicked pace. He moaned into your ear from the contact. Then, he relented, “Come for me.”

That did it. His command took over you and that coil in your belly imploded. Screaming, held in place from his hard chest against your back, you squirmed as your orgasm shot through you. You had to squeeze your eyes shut, letting it run through you in waves crashing against a cliff side. This wasn’t occurring to just you, but to the both of you. He fed off your orgasm, experiencing it himself through his power. Tapping into it and consuming it as he laid over you. You could hear his stifled noises, and the crown of his cold helmet rested on your shoulder, contrasting your sweating skin. His motions slowed, working you through your finish. When he felt you fall limp, he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have you. Moving it out of his way, his cape flourished, his hands fixing onto you.

“Wait, wait,” you began, languid words and body movements, as the beast of a man picked you up to set you and direct your limbs on the control panel. In his suit, Vader was tall. Taller than anyone you had encountered before. As much of a fan as you were, it did harbor some complications. Like if you were bent over in front of him, there’s not a comfortable way for his cock to enter you unless you’re elevated. So here he was, elevating you. The panel was slanted, hence your trepidation, however the sith seemed unbothered. Instead of delaying any longer, his hands on the backs of your thighs prevented you from slipping off. Numerous times his casual strength awed you sexually.

“I’ll not wait.” he said, “Not for a concubine.” Your mouth fell open in disbelief and offense, looking at him over your shoulder from his joke. So he had witnessed what his staff calls you. Under what circumstance, you had no idea, but he knew. And he played into it. His tip prodded at your entrance, and you chewed the inside of your cheek.

“That’s not true, I am not, and you know it.” you insisted, matter of factly, glaring at him for his dry humor striking you at a time like this.

He leaned in, his tip dipping inside of you when he gripped the soft flesh of your thighs and tugged you to him. “Don’t make me laugh, princess,” he growled. That nickname was only ever used when he thought you were being fussy. His bulbous head was enough to strain the rim of your hole, biting your lip when it stung. Your eyebrows knit together pleadingly as he stretched you open. His shaft was substantial. With all the preparation in the galaxy, you didn’t think it would ever not hurt going in. However, the sensation of being filled, completely, to the brim, after you’ve felt so empty, was an opportunity you’d never pass up. Even speeding up the process by pushing yourself back against him. His claws dug into your skin, his metal hand the most noticeable. His villainous nature flared up inside of him at your impatience, the wish to make you regret your choice overtook him, and he sunk into the hilt suddenly. “Is that what you wanted, pet?” he crooned, refusing to let you adjust as he catered to the pace he desired. His spite merely spurred you on, loosening for him to accommodate his size and rocking back. It pleased him greatly. That you responded so well when he degraded you. “Only a concubine would give herself to me so easily. I seek to split you in half and you offer yourself to me.” You keened from his harsh words.

“It’s only because…” you struggled to find the words, his brutish thrusts overwhelming your thoughts. “… only because… it’s hard to say no to you.” you whimpered.

“I admit I like it when you’re feisty.” You smiled lazily, exhaling a single laugh. “It makes it all the more sweeter when I put you back in your place.”

“Like right now?” you question, glancing over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him.

“Is this not where you’re meant to be? Is this not exactly where you beg to be?”

Your mind drifted to before, when you couldn’t stop thinking about what he had done to you, how alluring he was, how you wanted him to do it again. You had begged to be here. To be before him again.

Having been bested, you immaturely insulted him, “Tyrant,” and you heard him chuckle darkly. “Treacherous… tyrant.” You moaned when he snapped his hips up into you, changing the angle in order to ruin your resolve.

“And you desire me for it.”

You cried out, knowing he was right, your tyrant ruthlessly pounding into you as if he was intent on breaking you. With each thrust, your voice punctuated it. Once again, you gripped the edges of the control panel, stamping your cheek against the metal for relief from your rising temperature. Your eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure, letting it roll through you with each drag of his member against your walls. His hands slid from your thighs to your ass, squeezing the flesh until it acted as a handle to bob you up and down on his cock. Your chest fell against the buttons, and when you rocked, you pressed into them over and over again, indenting them into your skin. You let him fuck you senseless, unable to comprehend anything over than him. How was he not exhausted yet? His breathing was ragged, his pace was breakneck. In your discourse, you noticed something odd. The lighting behind your eyelids changed in beat with your conjoined thrusts. You peeled them open, watching some of the lights in the room turning on and off. It was comical, if not for the fact your lover was fucking you into the surface without mercy. Your hand came to splay behind you, attempting to grab his attention, “V, V, what’s g—“ You stopped, the sharp feeling of the buttons digging into your skin led you to your realization. The lights were because of you. Vader was devoid of concern, denying your request to falter. You let him continue, relaxing back into his pace since you had made your discovery.

He rolled into you so fluidly, you forgot he was part robot. Opening your mouth to praise him, to ask him for more, hoping he’d be gracious enough to grant it, when—

“Hello?” Your eyes widened, alerted by the sound of someone else’s voice behind the door Vader had locked. “Hello, is anybody in there?” You shook your head, refusing to believe this was happening. This wasn’t what you wanted— to be found out. Your worried gaze met Vader’s mask, who was cooly fucking into you as if no one had said anything at all. In fact, he moaned. Was he enjoying this? Suddenly you were very aware of how loud it was in here, the lewd noises spilling from your lips, the wet sound of your conjoined bodies. the slap when his hips met the flesh of your ass.

“Vader, Vader,” you whispered, but that only made him go impossibly faster, railing you so you couldn’t fathom words, the lights switching on and off quicker.

“Whoever you are, you should know whatever you’re doing is disturbing the lighting system in the entire sector!”

You gasped. So that’s what they were here for. You gripped the panel, attempting to lift yourself from the buttons so they’d leave you alone. Vader overpowered you. You had a sneaking suspicion he was keeping you from fixing this on purpose. Perhaps it thrilled him. The stranger knocked hard on the door.

“Stop that at once! Or you will be dealt with once this door is opened!”

You highly doubted that. It almost made you chuckle.

“It is against regulation to lock this door in a non-emergency situation!”

The sith lord used one hand to hold you up, his other coming around to play with your clit. The stimulation made you keen, and promptly you covered your mouth with your hand to remind yourself to stay quiet. It was short-lived, because your displeased lover loomed over you to clamp your wrist, twisting your arm behind you, pinned underneath his palm as he continued to hold you up onto the panel. Your theory was confirmed, Vader didn’t care whether he was heard, discovered, seen, he craved the risk, teetering on the edge.

You were nearing your edge. In turn, so was your lover. His hips were stuttering, and all this excitement was getting to him. He rubbed your clit expertly as he moved less and less within you. He was so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat. The air thickened around you for a second time, Vader’s instinctual use of the force pressurized the room. He was taking in everything, your pleasure and his own, and he gifted that power to you through his touch, his soul reaching out to yours. You felt it, you felt his gift. Ever since you two had first united as one, this was the experience you shared. Your conjoined pleasure, instead of your individual. It was spiritual, it was sensational, it was other-worldly. It caused him to bend over you, holding you onto the panel by his body laid on top of yours. The crown of his helmet found its home on your shoulder, abdomen curling as he fucked into you. He was no longer in control of his sounds, breathing out your moans together as he prolonged yours and his orgasms for as long as he could. The possibility of someone trying to listen in through the door was rare, and he had to milk it for all it was worth.

He couldn’t wait any longer, and when you called his name, he dissolved. The pressure around you two was released, and so was your orgasm. The pleasure consumed the two of you. No longer separate beings, but combined into one. You cried out, as he spilled himself inside of you, fucking his release into you until he was satisfied. You saw white, and felt him caress you, touching you as you let your orgasm flow through you. You felt your essence drip down your thigh, and the both of you waited to come down from your highs.

The person at the door had brought other crew members. They began reworking the door’s programming on the other side, you could hear them rewiring it.

Flying into action, you moved back, and Vader assisted you. Helping you slip off the panel with an arm around your waist. You pulled up your pants, he forced his codpiece to his hand, replacing it where it belonged, you adjusted your shirt and hair. You heard the door slide open. Quickly, hidden by Vader’s towering figure and his wide cape, you pressed the button for the light, turning them all on fully again. You brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I appreciate your help, my Lord, otherwise the lighting malfunction never would’ve been resolved.” you told him innocently when you turned to face him. It was an obvious lie. The crew members had to know what just transpired this time. You wrung your hands from your nerves, gaze drifting to the awestruck subordinates hanging on the frame after pulling apart the door with brute force. Vader followed your gaze with his own.

“Lord Vader,” The officer in black said in disbelief, “I apologize, sir. Had I known it was you in here… I never would’ve…” The hue of his cheeks darkening in red made you press your lips together to stifle a chuckle.

“Leave us.” Vader finally spoke. The crew members obeyed, and dispersed. He turned back to you.

It was like you could feel him smiling under his mask. Perhaps that was just wishful thinking.

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[lothcatthree]

my darling<3<3 i have very much enjoyed everything you've told me about the coffee/pastry shop au so feel free to feed me more (pun intended) but i am also very intrigued by this ballerina au 👀👀

hi babe!!! sorry this took so long, but i got my ass in gear and made a snippet.

(psst, @brokenphoenix99 @violentcheese @forloveofcodywan @halfwaytoknowhere this one is for y'all too)

here, obi-wan is a professional ballerina and cody is an ex-marine who decided to be a sports medicine physical therapist at a clinic owned by kix. waxer is a kindergarten teacher, which isn't important to the plot but i thought you'd like that info <3

this would be another long-ish fic where obi-wan starts out as cody's patient and ends up pursuing him. cody is very confused because he's trying to stay professional, but obi-wan is so handsome and nice and funny and goddammit he's making cody fall in love with him, ethics be damned.

hilarity and shenanigans ensue.

here's a snippet for their first meeting (obi-wan gets to be a little slutty, as a treat)

Cody is a professional, you see.

He’s never had an issue separating work from his personal life, which really hasn’t been difficult, seeing as most of his patients have been teenaged athletes or huge burly football players that speak a grand total of five words to Cody and prefer to communicate through grunts and pointing at where it hurts.

And then there’s Obi-Wan.

When Cody heard he was being referred to a new client, a professional ballerina, Cody expected something like a tiny, rail-thin person to walk through his door with shitty ankles and a shittier attitude. Not that Cody has anything against ballerinas, specifically, but his only experience has been movies and TV shows and sue him for never meeting one in person.

And then…

There’s Obi-Wan.

Cody is not expecting the man that does walk through the door of the clinic with bright blue eyes, a kind smile, and soft auburn hair that falls just above his shoulders. Where Cody expected all ballerinas to be sharp edges, this man just looks so… soft.

And then he speaks.

“Hi, my name is Obi-Wan. I’m here to see…” Obi-Wan trails off and checks his phone, “Dr. Cody Fett?”

Cody springs into action from where he was more or less creepily lurking in the clinic, watching from a spot that gives him a view of the front desk. It’s his favorite spot to throw things at Jesse, their receptionist, when he’s not looking.

Cody strides into the lobby, attempting to act casual and if he wasn’t just gawking over the man that walked in. The man’s (Obi-Wan, Cody reminds himself) eyes dart to him and Cody tries to keep a straight face, but it feels like he’s burning under the gaze for some reason.

“Hi, that’s me,” Cody curves around the desk and stands a few feet in front of Obi-Wan, extending a hand.

Obi-Wan offers him another smile; a flash of white teeth and a small dimple on his chin. Cody watches his eyes assess Cody and dip down his body, but Cody brushes it off. It’s not the first time a patient has checked him out, though usually they’re more subtle.

He quickly sets the water bottle he’s carrying (it’s covered in stickers, and Cody registers a pride flag sticker, but decides to shove that information away) onto the desk to shake Cody’s hand.

“Pleasure to meet you. Thank you for getting me into your schedule so quickly. I have a recital coming up in a few weeks and I really need to get this bum knee figured out,” Obi-Wan says, taking his hand away and gesturing to his right knee, which is covered in a brace that fits underneath the hem of his biker shorts.

Cody returns his hand to his side, sliding it into the pocket of his black scrub joggers and politely laughs. He has the urge to ask where Obi-Wan’s (wonderfully smooth) accent is from, but that’s got nothing to do with his care and Cody internally chastises himself.

Focus.

“It’s no problem. Why don’t you go ahead and come back with me and we can figure out what’s going on? You can put your stuff on that table at the back” Cody says, gesturing to some cubbies they got for free when Waxer emptied out his old classroom.

Obi-Wan shoots him a grateful smile and begins walking into the clinic just ahead of Cody. After a step, though, Obi-Wan drops his phone, which would be fine, except he abruptly bends at the waist to pick it up. His back arches probably a little more than necessary, and the biker shorts don’t leave a lot of his body to the imagination.

Cody, thanking every possible deity that he still has quick reflexes from his Marine days, stops and flies a hand out to grip the desk to prevent himself from tripping and promptly running his pelvis into what is, unfortunately, a fantastic ass.

Obi-Wan grabs his phone and stands back up fluidly, turning over his shoulder to shoot Cody a smile that, well… It's been a while since Cody’s gotten around, but he could swear it’s flirtatious.

“Sorry. Can’t bend at the knees,” Obi-Wan explains, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all.

In fact, he quickly drags his eyes down Cody’s body and Cody could swear he bites his lip before turning on his heel and walking to the cubbies.

Cody doesn’t respond and he feels his face has heated up, so he turns to Jesse to make sure that all of that actually just happened. Jesse turns from where he was watching Obi-Wan and looks to Cody with slightly raised brows before he gets a look at Cody’s blush and bites his lip to hide a smile.

“Did you se-” Cody begins to whisper.

“I saw it,” Jesse nods and snickers.

Cody blinks dumbly at Jesse, his systems still a little offline as he tries to process that a patient (a beautiful one, but that’s entirely besides the point) just openly flirted with him and tried to get him to look at his ass (it worked, but that’s entirely besides the point).

Jesse looks over at Obi-Wan again and breaks out into an amused grin, his hand coming up to rub at his mouth. He turns to look at Cody again and Cody is a little scared of what he just saw.

Jesse jerks his head over to Obi-Wan and Cody gulps before looking over there. Obi-Wan is working on re-tying his shoes, which is innocent enough, but…

That motherfucker is bending at the knee.

#this was fun and now I can't decide bw starting this or coffeeshop waaaahhh #in WIP hell #codywan #codywan ficlet #my writing

[madamekenobi]

Imagine you comfort Anakin Skywalker after a bad day at work. (+21)

III

***

You are humming as you prepare dinner for your betrothed—Anakin has proposed you at last a few weeks ago, in spite of the secrecy of these circumstances. You do not care for it as long as he doesn’t care either. Which he doesn’t. So all is well.

You continue with your life, living in the upper east side of Coruscant, but you cannot believe how you captured his heart. When thinking of all the way back to now, yours still beating faster.

But this isn’t about just dinner, no. You are having your y/c hair long and loose just the way he likes it. You miss his body, his presence, for it’s been weeks since you last saw him.

It’s when the door opens and here he is. You leave your cooking aside to greet him warmly, but something about his face startles you.

“My darling!”, you cup his face and kiss him, but seeing his low spirit is not welcoming you like usually, it breaks your heart. “What is this? What happened?”

Anakin hopes to keep you out of his troubles, but he cannot refuse the light you cast him. You lead him to dinner table, tending him all the way, and getting him to tell you what’s been up to—and you see resentment in his eyes, anger rising in his chest as he speaks ill of the Jedis.

To his surprise, however, you actually listen. You don’t judge him, you don’t give safe advices in the manner of Obi-Wan. All you do is genuinely listen.

Anakin sips his wine after finishing dinner and then he smiles for the first time in the day.

“Dinner was fantastic, love. Thank you for listening, though.”

“Are you feeling better?”, you ask him sweetly.

“Yeah. I just need a shower now.” He moves to stand behind you, kissing your neck gently and then your forehead. “I appreciate all you’ve done to me, my princess. Truthfully do. I love you.”

“And I, you.”, you smile at him.

But you wait for the right timing to get him proper relaxed.

***

The moment he leaves his shower is when you come at him. Anakin notices just by the glint in your eyes that you are up to something.

“Y/Nickname…”, he chuckles lightly. “What do you think you are doing?”

You take his face with your hands, leaning to kiss his lips gently.

“Allow me to make you relax, will you?”, and saying so you step back so he can see you showing the lingerie you are wearing.

Black. To match his recent taste for the color.

Anakin whistles, the view of your curves already arousing him.

“Good grief. Is this new?”, he smirks, pulling you closer to him, and you let his hands roam all over your body, particularly resting in your ass.

“It is”, you smile at him. “How do you like it?”

A light slap tells you it all.

“A lot”, says he in your ear, gently biting your earlobe. “Looks like you have a surprise for me, lass.”

“Yes. Let me show you will you?” And without waiting for any response, you remove his towel, making him seat in the edge of your bed.

You like how lustful his gaze now is as you dance for him, slowly removing piece by piece of your lingerie, letting down your hair the way he likes it.

More so how erect he becomes as a result, groaning in an evident struggle of self control. You short distance, now, mumbling unspeakable things in his ear, making him close his eyes as your hands start to explore his weak spots.

You enjoy the control he gives you. It’s all about you rewarding him for the pleasurable nights he gives you.

And here you are, seducing him, feeling his manhood growing erect, throbbing already against your skin and you haven’t even gripped it yet.

You kiss his lips, never too passionate so Anakin knows who’s on the charge. Today he lets you have all the way to him. A pleasantly surprised that he welcomes.

You start to leave bruises in his neck, tasting the smell of his bath as your tongue moves from it to his chest. And here’s when you start to get to your knees that you, soaked to your core on your turn, take hold of his cock.

“Fuck!”, Anakin hisses out loud, now opening his eyes only to see his naked woman teasing him in inconceived manners.

“How are you enjoying it, love?”, you ask as you slide to your knees at last, all the whilst holding it gently, feeling the pre-cum already in your fingers as you pump it up.

“Naughty”, the Jedi barely breathes at what he’s witnessing. “Goddamn it, Y/N. Ah! This is so good!”

He wants it faster, you know, but you are on the charge not him. You can tell by how he looks at you he is being tortured. You giggle softly.

Anakin’s wide eyes at you the moment your mouth is close to his erection. A fantasy he always had but never imposed on you.

“This is better than I’ve thought”, he admits. “Woman, what do you think you are doing?”

“Making you relax”, you feign innocence in your look as you start to increase the rhythm.

“So good!”, he curses then and your eyes are glued in his well build muscles, his perfect well shaped belly as he breathes heavily. “So damn good! Yes, my love! That way I taught you, hmmm.”

You still have in mind the first time you hold it in your fingers, how patiently he taught his liking, how he whispered in your ear as you did so. Anakin can tell you are rewinding the memory in the back of your head not only by mind reading you, but seeing how hard your nipples are.

“I want to fuck you well tonight”, says the Jedi. “Like you’ve never been fucked.”

To tease him further, you use your left hand to play with yourself.

“Y/N!”, he protests loudly, tempted to have all of you, but something in your eyes prevents him to.

Specially because the pace is following the rhythm that is about to get him done… until that is you take it with your mouth. And he arches his back, his hands going to play with your hair.

“Oh Maker!”

The sight of you under his power, swallowing all of it so naturally, so perfectly, makes him forget all of the problems of the week. It’s so damn good to be this rewarded. It only makes him even more attached to you—not that Anakin Skywalker needs any more reasons for such.

To make things better, however, he manipulates force to your core—and this surprises you. When feeling your moans against his soaked manhood, Anakin is about to get his climax.

“Heavens, yes! Oh you like that don’t you? This isn’t about just me anymore my love”, says Anakin in between sensual moans. “You need this reward too.”

As new as this may be, for it is almost as if he’s fingering you directly—you try to focus in tasting him, it is so good to fuck him with your red-ish mouth—-and then… when you too are about to come undone, he withdraws force… much to your consternation.

However it only lasts little for right after he spits all of his seed in your mouth, making you thus drink it, you are now under his body. His fingers are now all on you, digging in your skin as his lips clash against yours.

And there’s no need to speak when he slides his throbbing cock in you, earning a squeak at how intense he is.

“I told you”, he smirks devilishly at you. “This is where the fun begins.”

You laugh quietly, letting him have all the way with you….for now your arousal must be tended too.

***

As you are almost drifting to sleep, Anakin, a lot more peaceful than when he got there, strokes your hair, admiring your alluring beauty.

“Would you follow me if I said I want more to myself, to us?”

“Yes”, you don’t even think twice and you know what he means. When looking up, you see some reluctance in his face. You carefully rise without breaking the embrace. “I am not her. Wherever you go I’ll follow.”

This is the reassurance he needs. Anakin smiles at you.

“I don’t expect you to. I love you, Y/N, for who you are.” He presses a kiss over your temple. “I appreciate all that has been done for me.”

As you eventually drift back with the certainty of a better future for you two, Anakin is surprised to so suddenly feel another force in the room. When looking carefully, he finds the spot of you.

The Jedi smiles brighter when realizing that you are carrying his child.

#anakin skywalker smut

[sukugo]

thinking about anakin-posting-thirst-traps-on-tumblr dream, i have more thoughts!

what if anakin one day decides to record himself as he fucks himself on a dildo and, being the dumb, reckless teen he is (who was absolutely taught holonet safety, but nonetheless ignores it), shares it online.

and while i love the scenario where obi-wan finds the video and immediately realizes it's anakin. and it fucks him up

there’s a second scenario im really into (kinda unlikely bc i feel obi-wan would be able to tell anakin apart from a strand of hair, really, BUT for the sake of the idea, let’s IGNORE THAT) where obi-wan browsing galactic pornhub, comes across a camboy. he’s a human jedi padawan. he doesn't show his face.

and while obi-wan usu just ignores the jedi category that stares so blaringly at him, and who considers himself above watching jedi padawan porn, of all things.

he can't stop looking at this one. he finds himself so unusually attracted to him.

bc he looks so much like anakin.

his physique is so similar to what he imagines anakin's to be under his thick, loose robes.

and while he doesn't show his face. there's sometimes a few blond hairs peeking from the back of his neck.

and. his padawan braid. the wretched, alluring thing has a shade so similar to anakin’s, falls at his heaving chest so titillatingly, bounces as the boy's hand moves to thrust the dildo in and out of his hole

and it's such a stupid video. doesn’t even have that many views. obi-wan doesn't even know how he came across it. the title is literally something like ‘vid 1’

and the boy is not even that experienced. his hands are clumsy, and they blunder and shake while he strokes his small dick, rubs the tip with the base of his palm.

he's awkward and gangly and the videos don't even have audio in them. which is pathetic really, obi-wan is getting off to the stupidest, shittiest amateur porn vids that don’t even have sound. no moans, no grunts or whimpers, which would at least make the videos somewhat alright.

still. obi-wan has never felt himself come as fast as he has to those vids. has never gotten so hot with anything like he has with that boy’s vids.

and he knows. he knows. he knows why.

so yes, they may not have any audio, but he does fill in the sounds. with the voice of his padawan. imagines them to be similar to when they spar and anakin growls at his saber. or the content moans when he eats his favorite treats. he fills them in. his mind does, unconsciously. and so perfectly.

and so, obi-wan becomes a regular watcher of the boy's. checks for new videos everyday. waits and hopes for more.

(he even notices the way he does get slightly better at pleasuring himself through each video he uploads. though he never loses the boyish impatience, the desperation, the awkwardness)

it becomes obi-wan's guilty pleasure. the only way for him to somewhat satiate the ill desire that burns inside him

#BOY THAT'S UR PADAWAN U'RE GETTING OFF TO #sdfjhfkjsdf what's the thing? out of the frying pan into the fire lmaoooo #obi-wan: hmm i can't masturbte to thoughts of anakin. perhaps i should watch p.orn instead #obi-wan: ends up literally masturbting to VIDEOS of anakin instead #why's anakin posting vids of himself on galactic pornhub? idk that's none of our business #sw #obikin #ns4w #f.txt #i like the idea of obi-wan feeling like he’s cheating on anakin somehow. which makes no sense. #considering his feelings for anakin remain such an enclosed part of him. and anakin doesn’t know them #much less are they actually in a relationship.

[meshlasolus]

House Of Memories (18/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: literally takes place in a strip club... so everything that entails, also jealousy

Summary: You've been given your first assignment as the sole padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi, and to his surprise, you handle it very well.

A/n: alexa, play jealousy by olivia rodrigo pls....

Words: 2.1k

"A separatist heist-man and murderer escaped custody of the republic before his interrogation and sentencing this afternoon, and we've traced his location to the planet Scarif," Mace Windu spoke, a group of gathered Jedi stood before him and the council, waiting to take their newest assignments. You and your master were among them. "He seems to be hiding out on one of the beaches many pavilions. I've been requested to send two Jedi and a small portion of a clone battalion to find him and anyone he may be working with. It is preferred that he is brought in alive."

None of the other Jedi had even gotten a chance to raise their hand, speak, or even take another breath before Obi-Wan stepped forward.

"My padawan and I will be much obliged to take this one off your hands," he announced, going forward and accepting the holo-pad graciously. Obi-Wan had been made a member of the council shortly after Anakin became a Knight, and since they saw Obi-Wan as an equal now, your troubles with the council seemed to take a break for the time being.

"I will alert your commander to commandeer a ship, as well as a team. You'll leave first thing in the morning." Master Windu replied, nodding him off so you both could take your leave.

"Master, I thought you wanted to take it easy. A heist-man and murderer doesn't comply with the definition of easy."

You may or may not have gotten into the habit of sassing your master from time to time, but that was only because you lacked Anakin's presence, now. Since he became a knight, and the clone wars were risen across the galaxy, you had very few people to be sarcastic and moody to.

"Yes, but I strictly remember promising you I would take you to a beach, and Scarif has many beaches," he made sure there was no one in the hallway before he snuck a hand to the back of your waist, leading you along until you were back at your apartment.

"Yes, but this was not what I had in mind."

-

Commander Cody, along with his handpicked team were the first to mount the ship the next morning, and you were very happy to see Cody again, since you hadn't been around him since you got back from Geonosis.

"General," he nodded to Obi-Wan. stepping aside and giving you a hand up onto the ship. Ever the gentlemen. "Padawan, it is a pleasure to have you with us on the mission."

"I'm happy to be here, commander."

The small group that was on board had taken to calling themselves 'ghost company', which as frightening as it sounded, they were all perfectly normal to you. You'd never been around a clone you didn't like. They always showed you the upmost respect, almost to a fault.

Obi-Wan was sometimes skeptical about you going off on your own, and sometimes he was able to convince a member of the 212th to go with you. It gave him peace of mind and let him know you would be safe whenever he wasn't there to protect you himself. Life with clones had been a stark contrast from what it was like before they were here, but you couldn't help but think they should have always been around.

Even now, heading to a planet you'd never been to before, you weren't as nervous as you'd normally be, because you were in the company of Cody's men. They were very witty, and made you laugh, distracting you from the length of the flight to Scarif. It didn't take long before you were stepping out into the sandy grounds, taking a deep breath in to revel in the fresh, salty air by the ocean.

"Is is everything you thought it would be?" Obi-Wan teased, coming up behind you and looking over the vast expanse from your point of view.

"Not yet, but there's time."

After setting up base and connecting with the informants, you and Obi-Wan were shown to a room, one which overlooked the cabana, and all its sketchy evening dwellers.

It was said that the man you were looking for usually frequented several of the establishments before leaving every night. He never booked any rooms in the lovely suites they had to offer, but since he came to visit the area often, Obi-Wan knew he couldn't be staying far.

You flopped back into the mattress upon entry, giggling like a child. This wasn't a vacation, but you were going to treat it like it was, because as far as you knew, this was as close to one as you would ever get.

Obi-Wan's comms started buzzing just before sundown, and he raced across the room, answering it.

"He's been spotted outside the nightclub," Cody informed him, but he wasn't finished. "He hasn't gone in, should we drive him to the entrance?"

"We will be heading down in a moment, keep your position and remain hidden."

You must have dazed off in your thoughts a little, not expecting the tug on your leg when he came to try and get you up. You jumped to your feet, your hyper energy over being on 'vacation' was helping you to stay active. Normally you'd be tired after flying all day, but you were far from tired, or even drowsy for that matter.

"Stay close and follow my lead. This should be an easy grab unless he has managed to find allies here, which, on the off chance that is the case, Cody and his men should be perfectly capable of disarming any threats," he wrapped you in your cloak, pulling the hood over your head and adjusting it just so. He had little OCDs that he would never tell anyone about, but they drove him crazy when they were out of place.

"Yes, master. If you should lag behind, do I have your permission to keep going?"

"Normally, yes, but not tonight. This man is dangerous and would not hesitate to kill you for an escape," he grabbed both sides of your face and made you look up at him when he said his next words. "I know sometimes it's hard to resist the heroic urge, but I beg of you, stay by my side, little one."

It was finished off with a kiss to the top of your head, before you heaved a deep sigh and followed him out the door.

By the time you'd gotten downstairs, your target had gone inside the club, thinking he was in the clear, but really, he only trapped himself.

Obi-Wan ordered the clones to seal off every exit, making it impossible for him to escape either way, of course, you and Obi-Wan were going to try and bring him out without so much brute force. It was preferred that this man was brought in alive for questioning, therefore, blaster shots were not your first case scenario.

You'll never forget the feeling of how flushed you became when you entered the confines of this nightclub. You were surprised they didn't ask for your identification to be let in, but then again, no one ever really asked a Jedi. You weren't sure you were old enough to be walking into the doors, even if you were an adult.

Naked women of many species danced seductively around their male occupants for credits, and though you'd never seen anything like it before, you somehow felt you shouldn't be seeing it at all.

"Avert your eyes, little one. These things are not suitable for your viewing," he said, watching as you dropped your head to the ground and followed in his footsteps up to the bar.

You didn't listen in on what he had asked the bartender, you were too distracted by the loud music and trying to keep your gaze on the floor. The floor, which was also very intriguing, the marbled swirls were a nice pattern to look upon.

You stood for a moment more, trying your best to keep your focus, but you couldn't help your curiosity. You looked up at a new corner of the room, seeing more women, spinning around large poles in the center of raised platforms. They seemed to be very talented, actually, but you hardly figured it was considered as a respected profession. You were about to drop your eyes to the ground again, but a Twi'lek dancer came up to you, looking at you before eyeing Obi-Wan up and down. He was still turned around, conversing with the bartender, but from what she could see, he was exactly what she wanted for her next meal.

"Normally I'm a higher price, but if he's here for some company, I'd drop it to whatever he's willing to pay," she said, looking back to you, as if you were even coherent enough to respond. You knew exactly what she wanted from him, and as twisted as it sounded, you were only jealous because you wanted the same from him.

"We're only here on business, I assure you," you meant to sound more confident than you came across, but she took your answer well, nodding up and down before giving you a once over.

"Well, not that you ever would, but by the looks of you, you could start at a very high price here yourself. In fact, if you'd like me to put in a word for you, we have an opening."

Your cheeks flushed, and you didn't realize that Obi-Wan had been half listening to the conversation the whole time. He could never truly focus when he sensed you were being interacted with. He kept his exchange with the bartender, but also eavesdropped on the Twi'lek woman who had come up beside you. He heard what she said about him, and sensed your jealousy, but couldn't put the pieces together on that one, far too intrigued by the answer you were about to give.

"I'm not sure I understand," you stuttered out. Was she asking you to prostitute yourself? You knew these kinds of occupations existed. Obi-Wan had taught you all about the ways of the galaxy, even the not so innocent ones. He knew it was up to him to give you and Anakin a well-rounded education, and he knew he couldn't leave out such important things. "I'm a Jedi, why would you think I have experience in this arena?"

You weren't rude in asking, just very curious, and it came out with your words and facial expressions.

"You don't know, do you?" She gave you a sideways look, and you raised your brows, shaking your head. You were very innocent, after all, and didn't know how much more desirable that made you. "Your purity would sell to the highest bidder, dearie."

You lost all emotion in your face when you realized the man you were after, the target, had approached you both, having heard the last part of the conversation.

"A pure Jedi? I'd pay a pretty penny for you. Why don't we discuss a price, and I can show you to a room?" he said, reaching out for you as he came closer.

Obi-Wan heard this and turned around immediately, activating his lightsaber, but he was too late. The man was already writhing on the ground beneath you, his hands cut off and lying beside him. You used the force to pick him back up and stand him in front of you. Obi-Wan was very surprised. He didn't even have to do anything or initiate a chase. It was clear the man didn't know he was being hunted, and for that reason, this mission was a success, by your hand.

"I have a room, and it overlooks the cabana. You won't be seeing it though," you quipped, throwing him back to the ground and knocking him out.

"Well done, padawan."

Obi-Wan saw that the Twi from earlier had yet to leave, despite the fact that lightsabers were now involved.

"Handsome frontside, too? Why don't we grab a drink, Master Jedi?" She tried to get nice and cozy by his side but found herself stuck to her spot upon taking another step.

"He will be far too busy accompanying me back to our suite for the evening, but thank you for the offer," you said, blocking her from getting to him, then letting her go. She narrowed her eyes at you, then sauntered off towards the poles.

Obi-Wan smirked, looking at you with surprise. He sensed jealousy in your before, but now it was pure possession, and he didn't know why you were so intense about it. Surely you didn't fancy him in the ways he so lovingly did you, so why did it matter? Perhaps you were just uncomfortable to think about him with anyone at all and wanted to keep her away for that reason.

"What?" you tilted your head quizzically, awaiting his answer.

"Oh nothing, just surprised is all."

You rolled your eyes, lifting a foot of the man on the ground, and dragging him to the front door, not paying anymore mind to the happenings around you until you were outside with the clones.

-

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[independent-variables]

HELLO !!!

Having now finished binging all of your star wars fics, I come here asking for some recs. Just any of your favourites, bonus points if it will cause emotions (and tears).

Also can't stress enough how much I love your writing, it's so so brilliant <3

(this is neptunesenceladus btw, tumblr hates me and won't let me send asks with a side blog so you get this one)

HI!!! Good to see you, good to see you <3 Always happy to provide recs <3 <3 <3

I want you to know I went through my bookmarks and pulled like sixty fics and had a brief moment of panic, so this is not all of my recs just the first... thirty, or so. If none of these are appealing, oh boy, do I have more!

This list is not in any order other than bookmark order, most are on the shorter side, most are Gen and I am pretty sure all are complete. I tried to warn for stuff that could be a squick when I remembered.

False Dichotomy by nsmorig

Starting off strong with my favorite Cody fic of all time. If you read nothing else on this list I encourage you to read this (if the tags are not a squick) because it will re-shape your brain and shatter your heart into tiny pieces. Basic premise is Force Sensitive Cody gets captured by Dooku and survives torture, experimentation, and imprisonment while trying to figure out his relationship to the Force and to his personhood, and the ways those things are connected. 

What's in a Name by Sankt

This is about Fordo post war and it’s phenomenal characterization. 

The Last Poem of Jedha by schweinsty

How Bohdi Rook becomes a rebel and writes a poem. 

you're like a loaded gun by kazhan

Ok this is E and also Underage, so maybe it’s a skip, but it’s teen Boba/Cal trying to navigate sex and love and secret identities and it’s so fucked up and so good. 

chicken, cattle and cat by deniigiq

Obi-Wan and Maul living in domestic dis-harmony on Tatooine. What more could you ask. 

Little things [are the reason to live] by i_will_bite

Clone medics navigating a slightly hostile working environment and trying to make it less hostile T-T

Two brothers (and a kid) by meerlicht

What if. Waxer and Boil just stayed on Ryloth, with Numa. What then? 

with poise, with grace by andeemae

Stone falls through a hole in a roof and falls in love. Beautiful clone/OC romance and very cute kids, doesn’t shy away from the difficulties of being a clone in love with a civilian. Very much an inspiration for me.

second time around by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters

This is another one I wasn’t sure I wanted to put on here because it deals briefly with rape, but it’s such a wonderfully fucked up take on Anakin and Rex’s relationship. Or, how Vader views Rex. 

The Desert Storm by Blue_Sunshine

If you are looking for an epically long series to get invested in I highly recommend checking this one out. This series and its sister-series are some of the best characterization and worldbuilding for Jedi I have ever had the pleasure of reading and it is a fix-it in all the messy, hard, terrible ways people don’t usually write fix-its. 

Shape-Changer by Fialleril

This is a foundational fic for me. Incredible Tatooine worldbuilding. Inspired me to write the way I write. 

The Sun Is Bright, The Sun Is Blue by ambiguously

CUT AND SU ORIGIN STORY!!! 

most things may never happen: this one will by jaigeye

This is brutal but what if you were a droid and you had to dissect a person. 

Bad Deal by FettsOnTop (GTFF)

Boba/Lando my beloved. A brief look into their relationship and into Lando’s thoughts leading up to Han and them’s arrival. 

and the Force is with me by sauntering_down

Rex and Ahsoka and the way the war changed them, and what they can and cannot do in the aftermath. 

Twilight on Owl Creek Bridge by yellow_caballero

The Fox fic of all time. What if you were trapped in a time-loop with a ghost from the future but your life is so monotonous and simultaneously bizarre you don’t even notice. 

Fishhooks by yellow_caballero

The Boba fic of all time. This author does not write much for SW but every time they do it’s iconic. What if you were a teenager running away from home but also a perfect clone of your father created to be him but better but also his because you will never escape his body and his ownership and his love. What then. 

Staring into open flame by SLWalker

This is such a beautiful and heartbreaking read, it’s basically exploring what would have to happen for Maul and Obi-Wan to have a genuinely healthy and happy relationship post murder and bisection. 

Energy Drink Fox by carrinth

The crack comic of all time. What if Fox had space Monster.

lost cause by catboydogma

The foundational Dogma fic. The fic that got me wondering about how clones spend their time on Coruscant. 

the married au by dharmaavocado

Clone rebellion my beloved. Basic premise is the clones took over Kamino and then went out into the galaxy as a mercenary army of sorts. Rex and Cody are finding their place in the world, creating business partnerships, falling in love, manipulating public perception of clones. (Background clonecest, not between Rex and Cody.)

#cordelia answers asks #i am so incredibly flattered you enjoyed my fic #hopefully some of these fics give context for why i write what i write and can get you started with new authors #thank you again <3 #fic recs #star wars fic

[fishnamedsushi]

Battled hardened Obi-Wan, for your viewing pleasure 😘

Art is mine.

#obi wan kenobi #fanart #my art #dark obi wan #star wars #obikin #star wars au

[impossibleprincess35]

REPUTATION | 4. "don't blame me"

[Excerpt:]

Quinlan Vos wore a perpetual smirk, but as he glanced over at his old friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi, he sounded sincere as he replied, “Anytime.” Then he teased, “So what’s the Duchess of Mandalore doing on 5th Avenue with a guy like you?” He glanced up in the rear view mirror where Satine Kryze had pulled on her seat belt and made eye contact with him.

“Hey Quin,” she breathed. “Haven’t seen you in a long time.”

“Always a pleasure,” he replied with a wink. “You okay back there?”

She nodded, brushing her matted hair back from her face and looked anxious as she glanced around from window to window, observing the vehicles that traveled around them and the sights of the New York City streets.

“I’ve been better, but I’m not a complainer,” Satine answered.

“What are you doin’ with this guy? You’ve been breaking hearts a long time. Last I heard, you were dating that senator, the older one with the ‘stache,” Quin mused as he grinned to himself while he drove, recalling the news coverage of Satine Kryze entertaining Garm Bel Iblis, a dashing salt-and-pepper haired political figure from a small European country. “What happened? Did you realize you didn’t like eating dinner with the seniors?”

In the backseat, Satine grimaced. Quinlan’s needling was a worthy distraction for her nerves, though, and she shot him a glance as she reassured him, “He’s not that old! And Garm was just a plaything. We had fun for a couple weeks. There was really nothing more there.”

Obi-Wan glanced back at her and remarked, “He’s twenty years older than you, Satine.”

“And your latest conquest was, what? Fifteen years younger than you?” Satine raised an eyebrow and smirked.

He narrowed his eyes at her playfully and made a face.

--

Chapter 5/track 4 is up.

#reputation #obi wan x satine #obitine #fanfic

[firstofficerwiggles]

Thot weekend!

Waking up Sith!Obi with a one hell of a blowjob 😌

Love it! Sith Obi-Wan adores it when you treat him so well before he even has to demand ask for it.

Pairing: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Rating: Explicit/Mature 18+ only

Note: I decided to keep this one gender neutral since I could make it work with the story, but as always you are Lord Kenobi’s sweetheart

A sliver of morning sunlight streams in through the window of Lord Kenobi’s Coruscant apartment rousing you from your dreams. You’re comfortably ensconced in his silk covered bed, nestled close to your sleeping lover. He’s been away for over two weeks on an assignment for the Emperor, and came home late last night. He’d told you to be ready and waiting in his bed for his return, an order you’d been delighted to follow. But he was delayed and when he arrived, he’d found you curled up holding his pillow, asleep. Although you’d stirred, drowsily offering to give him whatever he wanted, he took one look at your cute sleepy face, kissed the tip of your nose, and told you,

“Not now, my sweetheart, you get your rest, we’ll have our time tomorrow.” It was uncharacteristically soft for him and had made your heart ache from the tenderness. 

Thinking of those whispered words, you look at his restful form, and a wave of affection washes over you. He’s so handsome as he sleeps. The sheet has slipped to his waist giving you a delicious view of his naked chest. Lord Kenobi always prefers you both to sleep in the buff, the better to enjoy his decadent sheets and the easier to have access to you whenever he wishes. Appreciatively, your eyes drag over his shapely pectorals with their smattering of ginger hair and down to his well-toned abdominals. Your hands can’t resist stroking a soft path over the hills and valleys that make up the landscape of his torso. Your fingertips discover a dark pink scar, low on his stomach, just above his hip. You lean over to place soft kisses along the old injury, hating that he was hurt.

“Mmmmm,” Obi-Wan stirs a bit, making a soft murmuring sound, but doesn’t wake as your lips caress him. 

With your face much lower on his body, you notice a tell-tale bulge beneath the sheet. After so much time away from you, your Sith must be feeling rather pent up. Gently, you tug the fabric down to reveal his magnificent cock. Each time you see it, you feel a sense of delight that you’re the one who gets to experience all the pleasure it can bring. However, right now the main thought on your mind is how much pleasure you intend to bring him.

Stretching out your tongue, you lick across the head of his cock and then trail a path down his shaft. You take your time, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin, savoring the texture of him as you glide all the way down to his balls. You sweep your tongue over them too, wanting to get him nice and wet all over. Your tongue continues its journey, coming back up to swirl around the sensitive head and then flicks at the spot just underneath that you know is particularly susceptible to your touch. 

You look up for a moment to see that Lord Kenobi is still fast asleep, but he does appear to be breathing a bit more heavily. 

You close your lips around the head of his cock and pull him into the warm softness of your mouth. Languidly you continue, the wetness from your tongue bath making it easy for your lips to slide down his shaft. You take him as deep as you can manage, stopping just before it gets to be too much for you. Your hand grasps around the base of his cock, moving in tandem with your mouth and pumping him as you suck. Your other hand cups his balls, massaging them lightly.

“Sweetheart,” Obi-Wan’s voice rumbles above you. His voice is raspy from sleep and pleasure, “Oh, so good to me.”

His hand caresses your head, and you look up to see his golden eyes positively glowing at you with raw lust. It makes you bob your head a bit faster, sucking harder, as you keep your eyes locked to his.

“That’s perfect, my darling,” he praises you, “Love your silky mouth, so fucking perfect for me.”

You flatten your tongue as much as you can as you’re gliding back and forth on him. You change your angle too and now you can take him even deeper. Your eyes tear just slightly from the effort, but it’s worth it to hear the low satisfied growl he emits. 

“If you keep going, sweetheart, I won’t be able to fuck you right away,” he warns. He sounds a bit choked and you can tell you’re pushing him towards the edge of his control. 

You hum in response, this is about his pleasure and you just want him to enjoy it. You know he’ll take care of you eventually, but that doesn’t concern you now. You keep your pace fast, determined to make him fall apart for you first for once.  

Lord Kenobi can sense your determination and he tips his head back to groan loudly as he gives himself over completely to the sensations of your exquisite mouth and hands. He can’t help thrusting upward into your warmth just a little and he’s thrilled when you don’t seem to object. Instead you hum again sending pleasant vibrations all down his cock. He shivers from the pleasure. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he sounds wrecked above you, “Gonna make me fill up that pretty mouth.”

You moan your agreement with his words and he twitches inside you. You can feel his balls getting tighter and his shaft gets impossibly hard. You can tell he’s there and you take him as deep as you can manage, letting him cum down your throat. You swallow all that he gives you and then slide off him gently, giving the very tip of his cock a tiny kiss before you go.

You lie there for a moment, catching your breath, until you feel his hands, tugging you up to him. He pulls you close, his arm wrapping around you, as he kisses you passionately and tastes himself on your tongue.

“I missed you, my dark lord,” you tell him as Obi-Wan pulls away from your lips and begins kissing across your jaw and down your neck. Before you know it he’s made a path down your body, landing between your thighs. 

“Mmm, I could tell, sweetheart. Now, shall I show you just how much I missed you too?” He looks up at you with a wink, before you feel his hot tongue exactly where he knows you need it.

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eclipse

summary: someone tries to take advantage of senator chuchi’s childish crush on a jedi hero.

word count: 0.9k

character(s): anakin skywalker x riyo chuchi, ahsoka tano, padmé amidala, and obi-wan kenobi (mentioned)

notes: my pinterest board for rinakin

warnings: anakin being a little manipulative, ahsoka annoyed with riyo’s crush (as a friend)

“I admire him, nothing more.” Riyo muses a reply to an invasive question, watching longingly as The Hero With No Fear converses with her dear friend Senator Amidala.

Ahsoka tilts her head at her companion. “Oh, my mistake. Seemed like you can’t take your eyes off of him.” The layer of sarcasm goes unnoticed by the Pantoran, nervously wringing her fingers in front of her. Still, her gaze remains, despite Ahsoka’s verbal suspicions.

From what Riyo gathers, Padmé says her farewells, and departs, leaving the Jedi General to pensively idle. “Do you think he’s coming over here?” Riyo asks, anxious, and pivots her attention to the padawan for the first time since Anakin wandered within her view.

Ahsoka raises her tattooed brows. Toying with the situation out of annoyance for her friend’s denial, “Probably. You better get out of here while you still can. He looks mad.” An empty warning that Chuchi regards severely.

“What do you mean? Genuinely? Oh—“ Interrupted before she can make her getaway, Anakin invites himself to the pair, and catches her off-guard.

“Senator Chuchi,” he greets, a polite tone of voice and Riyo falls silent. “A pleasure to see you again.” His words heat her up like a hearth, and she swears he could hear her heartbeat. Her tension intensifies when he takes her hand in his to clasp. Further still as he palms atop hers. Both appendages, in such a sincere form of reception. She could hardly scramble for thoughts let alone words. There’d been rumors flitting about how the Jedi Knight had metal for a right hand; she could feel it now, underneath her weak grasp.

All she manages in response is a subtle, acknowledging nod. “General Skywalker.” she concedes in a near whisper. Praying he’d release her. Paranoid he feels her sweat through his leather gloves. The connection severs, and Riyo tears her gaze off of the Jedi, gluing it to the red flooring, in order to catch her breath.

Ahsoka clears her throat loudly. “Master, the ship is prepared. If you’re all done here…” she trails off, hoping for Anakin to interject and finish the sentence to confirm his answer.

Luckily, he does. “Thank you. Wait for me there.”

A sigh, “Yes, Master.”

Anakin’s eyes follow his padawan to ensure she exits. “Forgive her indelicacy, we’ve had minimal rest in recent days.”

Riyo didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. Ahsoka is her ally, which comes with a number of jobs. Such as pulling Riyo’s head out of the clouds. The largest, and most distracting cloud, being the one who stands in front of her now.

“Oh, no problem. No worries.” After the dismissal, there’s nothing left to say. Her mind doesn’t work like it should, words won’t form. An awkward reticence occurs and she contemplates tearing her skin off. “Oh, oh, goodness, I’m sorry. How insensitive of me, how are you doing, General Skywalker? I haven’t seen you since…”

“Since Pantora.” he completes for her, and she dwells on the dimple that’s created when his lips curl. Get a hold of yourself, Ri, this is unprofessional. “Busy. A lot to do and not a lot of time to do it. You’re looking well.”

Looking well? In what way? Healthy? Or… or beautiful? She’s getting carried away. Her mouth is so dry, she worries she’ll hitch if she tries to speak. How embarrassing that would be. She clears her throat. “Thank you,” She condemns her weakness. “Um, you as well.” So handsome. Perfect, muscular form and broad shoulders encased in stylish Jedi robes he’s altered to his preferences. His hair had grown out, curling around his neck. Her hand itches to run her fingers through it, and her cheeks burn at the idea of actually following through with it.

“I’ve been meaning to speak with you directly for some time now. I apologize again, it’s been too long.”

She’s quick to derail that notion. “No, of course not,” Talk to me anytime. It’s never too late.

“The Talz, Obi-Wan seems to think there’ll be no problems, but I can’t shake a feeling. The assimilation, this is off the record, how’s it coming? Peaceful?”

The subject being changed allows Riyo to fill into herself, to shift her mindset towards her career. ��Oh, yes. Near seamless. They’re responding well to our scouts, everything’s running smoothly in our dig sites… What were you looking for?”

Anakin pauses, and folds his arms behind his back, rounding her and she follows. “Is there a reason you said, ‘near seamless’?”

“Um, I suppose I was keeping the possibility open, didn’t want to be too sure that…”

Anakin advances on her, slowly, but enough for her to register how close in proximity he is, his intense gaze boring into hers. So near, she could feel his body heat radiating off of him, see the details in his scar. “Riyo,” he says, his voice low, as if keen on deterring eavesdroppers. She nearly chokes over how he invoked her first name. “You can tell me.”

There’s a mist. A mysterious inkling she did not care for. Something dark, and hidden that picked at the stray strings of her mind, searching for the one that would unravel her careful veil. She recoils, and hardens. “There’s nothing to tell, General, if the Pantoran system has a public issue, you’ll hear it addressed in the Senate.” The phrases that emit from her mouth surprise her own self.

It does not perturb her companion as he searches her eyes. “Very well.”

She stifles a shiver, a cold spot must’ve passed over her. “Is there anything else I can do for you, General?”

“No,” He steps back. “No, I don’t imagine there is.” His last words before he bows his head, “Senator.” and departs. Riyo views him as he recedes, and swallows hard.

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Please rant. (I may or may not have watched it, too)

Okay so if nobody wants to read this, here’s the TL;DR of how I felt about the entire series at the close of the show:

If you do, I just:

First off, I see a lot of people bash GRRM as an author, and while I think a lot of it is warranted, a lot of it I think, is unfair. GRRM, like every single other fantasy author who’s penned anything after 1970, has to live under the massive shadow of Tolkien, which is not a very easy shadow to get away from, develop a distinctive style from, or not borrow heavily from, particularly if your flavor of fantasy is high fantasy. But despite my qualms with Martin (how have the Wildlings been separated from the rest of Westeros for 6,000-8,000 years and not developed a separate language at this point? Why is the Faith of the Seven and the Faith of the Old Gods SO fucking lazily constructed? Why can’t Martin keep his numbers straight when he talks about his battles? Why did I have to read a sex scene in which a guy who is still somehow massively obese despite living in a frozen wasteland for a year and a half fucks a girl on a ship and drinks her breastmilk? Jolkien Rolkien Tolkien would have never done this to me) I still love his writing. Because Martin has always set out to explore “the human heart at war with itself” in a fantasy setting, and despite all the problems I have with him, I think he’s done a tremendous job of it.

You see, there are SO many things I could bitch about with this show, so, so many (ask me later why I hate all the blue dresses Emilia Clarke wears) But honestly? None of them really matter as much as what I view as the Main Problem of the show, and actually, a good portion of them stem from the Main Problem. What’s the Main Problem? The Main Problem is that despite George’s pussyfooting lapsed Catholic views (which is why we don’t get, in my opinion, in-universe religions that are fleshed out very well) despite his absolute weeny “war is so mean and bad :(“ Vietnam draft dodger takes, George Raymond Richard Martin is a Romantic at heart, and he loves his readers, he loves fantasy, and he loves putting his characters through horrendous, disgusting, grimy, hopeless situations, because when they come through, beaten, nearly torn to shreds—but alive, he is right there celebrating the unbreakable endurance of the human spirit with his readers. David Benioff and D.B. Weiss are nihilists who hate their audience and who love shoving their faces into mud and filth for no reason other than they take a sick pleasure in the pain and disgust of the people who’s faces they’re shoving into mud and filth.

I don’t remember the exact quote or interview, or which of them said it, but one of the D&D’s said that they were first inspired to develop the Song of Ice and Fire book series into a show when they read the Red Wedding scene. This is already a horrendous start. They were salivating the thought of bringing a scene that was supposed to be so horrible, so disgusting and unspeakably repulsive and wrong that it reverberates around the world and even is witnessed by characters who aren’t emotionally involved nor even geographically near (recall that Danaerys has a vision of it in the House of the Undying long before it happens). But GRRM didn’t write that scene, nor any other awful scene to rub his reader’s face in misery and horror. Recall how the death of Eddard Stark is written. He suffers in a hallucinatory fever for days before his execution, agonizing about the wrong he’s committed in his life. His death is witnessed by his two daughters. From a Watsonian standpoint, our hearts are meant to break, just as Sansa and Arya’s hearts broke when they are made to look on the death of their father. From a Doyalistic standpoint, the death of Ned Stark was nearly inevitable, just as the death of Obi-Wan Kenobi and so many other mentors had to happen, because the death of the mentor is an integral part of the hero’s journey. Ned’s death sets his widow and all of his children upon their paths to their own inevitable triumphs and ends. Furthermore, in any comedy, that is, in any story that ends happily, the hero or heros must travel in gyre. That is, they must travel on a crooked, twisting path to reach the end. If they don’t endure trials before they end, there’s no catharsis for them. Othello travels in a straight line towards Desdemona to place his hands around her neck to strangle her, without stopping. Without thinking that maybe he might check to really see if she’s been unfaithful. As a rule, straight lines end in tragedy, twisted roads end in comedy. The point of what I’m trying to say is that: GRRM didn’t kill Ned Stark to be malicious or to purposely cause pain to his readers. He killed him because the plot needed it. But D&D? Dipfuck and Duckfucker killed Ned, and Ros, and Sandor Clegane, and Theon, and all the people they killed because they think it’s funny when people die and they revel in filth and misery and they hate when things are good. Look at the way GRRM writes Ned’s arrival in King’s Landing versus the way D&D write it. BookNed rides up, and is immediately summoned to the Small Council meeting. He tells the messenger to wait while he changes into nicer clothes, knowing that appearances are important, knowing full well that he’s walking into a den of vipers. ShowNed? He walks right into the Small Council meeting in his travel clothes, brusquely brushing off the messenger’s protestations that he change into something nicer in a thick Scottish accent. Why does he do this? Because Ned Stark is so stupid and so dumb and he doesn’t play the Game of Thrones.why does Show Ned Stark trust people like Maester Pycelle and Littlefinger? Well BookNed doesn’t trust Pycelle, and has no reason at all to distrust Littlefinger or any way to know that he’s going to be betrayed by him. But again, ShowNed is a fucking stupid, dumbfuck hick, and he doesn’t know how to blay the GAMBE of Thrones!!! Why does BookNed inform Cersei that he’s going to tell Robert about the incest, and give her a chance to leave? Because he’s one of the ONLY people who has a kind, honorable, and true heart, and he doesn’t t want to see a woman and children be killed. And again, he has NO possible way of knowing that Petyr Baelish is going to betray him. But ShowNed? Well he does this because he’s STUPID and he doesn’t know how to play the gAmE oF tHrOnEs and only STUPID people are nice,,,,IDIOT!!!!!and this is the problem. (Continued in reblogs)