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hopefulcanary · 3 months
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selfie 😏
some spicy mckirk for y'all, happy early xmas ♥️
the reference for this crossed my dash a while ago, and it was really too perfect for them
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kazhan-draws · 2 years
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Billy loses a bet and has to wear Steve’s Scoops uniform, but it’s fine, because Billy bets he can make it look good. For the @harringroveson-bingo Square A2, “Bets”, Rated M because Billy 😋 with some Harringrove.
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cmmdrkote · 2 months
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so y'all know that scene in Halston....
🍑 below the cut
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aces-to-apples · 1 year
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sourfacedlemon · 7 months
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"hold it in your mouth for a minute (real hunger has a real taste)"
"It wasn't about anything so shallow as physical desire. They wanted each other in the way of flesh wanting to knit itself together over a wound."
Written for cac0daemonia (@cacodaemonia) for the 2023 Smut Wars Exchange (@smut-wars-exchange)!
Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Relationships: Clone Trooper Glitch/Savage Opress, Darth Maul & Savage Opress Characters: Savage Opress, Clone Trooper Glitch (Star Wars), Darth Maul Additional Tags: Force-Sensitive Glitch (Star Wars), Canon-Typical Violence, Clone Trooper Mistreatment (Star Wars), space racism, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, First Kiss, First Time, Savage Opress Does Not Have A Big Dick, Anal Sex, Bacta as Lube (Star Wars), hatred and rage for using that tag :/, One Night Stands, Feral isn't a character tag but he's here with us in spirit as he should be in all Savage fics, Unsafe Sex, Alien Biology, Bittersweet, Hopeful Ending Collections: 2023 Smut Wars Exchange Words: 5,600
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nottonyharrison · 2 years
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Finally finished this Rex/Echo WIP from forever ago... does this need accompanying fic? Perhaps. Maybe. IDK. Let’s see.
Full version on Patreon
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"Master Allied-Computer"...erm, more like Master Ally-Computer haha amirite fellas?!! Hahahaha(God, I need that sadistic and apthetic robot to force me down in a dominant male form to get me pregnant and shove his massive fictional member into my chubby and weak masochistic-)
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youbitehard · 9 months
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ObiMaul, Rubatosis :)
Hi Wither <3 I'm.... sorry about this dkjshfjsdf. heed the warnings and I hope you like it anyway.
1000w, rating e, obimaul, rebels canon divergence, estabished relationship
warnings: choking (both sexual and not sexual), severely under-negotiated kink, suicidal ideation (I'm very sorry). everything under cut this time.
(prompts still open here)
rubatosis - the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat
“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan says, and Maul knows it’s true, and the hand keeps pushing and pushing around his throat. Maul wants to talk but he knows that if he tries, the last of the air on his lungs will get stuck there, adding itself to the pressure. His eyes are blue, and that’s the most unsettling part, because Maul hoped that, if Obi-Wan ended up killing him, at least his pay would be falling to his side from his high pedestal of dignity. 
His hand keeps pressing, and at some point Maul releases Obi-Wan’s wrists, because it was as ineffective as the tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. The last thing he sees is that blue, fixed on him, the thin line of Obi-Wan’s mouth, a memory of a kiss.
He awakens with a start and takes him the best part of a minute to recognize that he isn’t dead. For what feels like a long time, he can’t hear anything, his mind still half-lingering in his dream, the beating of his hearts deafening everything else. 
The empty bed and his own skin is covered in sweat, and not half of it is a consequence of Tatooine’s heat. Maul sits up on the edge of the bed, takes a sip from the warm, disgusting water in the bedside table, and breathes. 
Obi-Wan is reaching to him through the bond, and Maul closes it up on principle. The anger he’s feeling is not genuine—dreams are dreams—but they both know they went overboard last night, and Maul needs to stay on his own at least a little bit. 
Maul sometimes doesn’t exactly know what made them think this could work; for kriff’s sake, he spent half his life trying to ruin Obi-Wan’s and he made the same with Maul’s in a single swift of his lightsaber. Even after Mandalore, whatever is between them seems too strong to break, and sometimes Maul curses his own survival instinct and the years in Lotho Minor. 
His throat hurts, and that is genuine. He had appeared yesterday, as he always does—unannounced and unexpected, and Obi-Wan sighed, and let him in, as he always does. Maul swears every time it’s going to be the last time, but he always falls for him, for the softness of the features in his face, for the calluses on his hands, for the way the freckles paint his nose brown.
For the way he rides Maul, like Maul’s his, Obi-Wan’s fingers going inside his mouth like Maul would never dare to bite them out, pushing the limits of his gag reflex, making his eyes cry. It feels like it’s the only place that Maul can abandon himself, the only one he can trust, the one that hated so much before. 
The first time it happened was after he killed Satine, when Obi-Wan searched for him through the galaxy, just after the Jedi were annihilated. They fought with lightsabers and they shot at each other and, when they were tired and broken and all their strength was spent, with their fists. 
He almost died there. Obi-Wan was on top of him, just as he was inside his dream, same blue eyes but so full of hatred, and it had felt good. Then Obi-Wan stopped, and said “I won’t give you what you seek for,” and he sighed, and Maul thought, kark, because he didn’t feel like the Jedi Maul had always hated, but something else—human, and powerful in his vulnerability. 
Not long after that fight, in a twist that Maul would have not imagined in a thousand lives, they started sleeping together, but the power Obi-Wan held with his hands on Maul’s throat had not diminished. 
But last night—maybe something happened. Obi-Wan is always careful not to hurt him, and Maul doesn’t usually have to say anything at all, but he almost had to reach for the force to avoid fainting, just before Obi-Wan released his throat and they both came so hard he almost fainted again. 
For a second there, however— 
Obi-Wan’s force presence gets closer, and Maul sighs and stops closing himself up. He waits for him in the kitchen, having a cold tea that doesn’t need nor like. When he crosses the threshold, Maul doesn’t look back at him, but he doesn’t avoid his touch, when it comes. 
“Did something happen? I felt a surge of—coming from you.”
Maul wants to ask: of what? Maul thinks: what on the force are we doing together? Maul thinks: you could have killed me and no one would care. 
What he says is, “Just a bad dream. Where were you?”
Obi-Wan’s fingers caress the skin on his head between his horns, and then takes something from his robes. Bacta.
“I went to buy something.” His fingers stroke the side of his jaw, and then under it. His skin is tougher, but there is a bruise there, the shape of his fingers branded into him. He spreads the bacta, cold and relieving, with soft, circular movements. 
Maul doesn’t say anything. If he doesn’t acknowledge it, if he doesn’t say it hurts, maybe he could be able to forget it. He should just leave, but then Obi-Wan cleans his fingers, and takes the cup from Maul’s hands. “I should have been more careful, last night,” he says. 
“Shut the kark up, Kenobi,” Maul answers, and turns around to find his mouth, because at least if he kisses him at least he won’t say anything else. 
“Maul,” he tries again, but Maul doesn’t let him, and, for all that Maul is unable to stay far from Obi-Wan, his only solace is that the feeling is mutual. 
Obi-Wan kisses him back, taking his face into his hands, attentive fingers avoiding the bruises; Maul knows his hands will be too careful with him tonight, and that it will be even worse than fearing for his life.
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cabezadeperro · 2 years
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codywan kiss bingo #1: kiss on the back of the knee
hello!! i signed up to the @codywankissbingo​, and here’s the first entry! be warned: ‘tis short but pretty explicit! it’s also a kind-of sequel/missing scene to gutshot. enjoy! (bingo card under the cut) (everything else under the cut, too.)
The thing Obi-Wan will remember best about that night is Cody’s hands.
Cody’s long, clever fingers in his hair, his blunt nails scratching at Obi-Wan’s scalp. The scarred knuckles and his rough palms and the indents of his own teeth in the joint of his thumb. His hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders, on his face and cradling his jaw; tugging at his lower lip with a thumb and digging into the meat of his thigh, his ass.
Obi-Wan blinks sweat off his eyes. Cody’s gasping, eyes closed and neck arched, lips bitten red. There’s a mark high up on his chest—salt and skin and sweat, the hotel’s herbal shower gel, the chemical aftertaste of his armour’s undersuit—and the insides of his thighs are hot to the touch, slick with sweat and lube and Obi-Wan’s spend.
Obi-Wan swallows, Cody heavy and warm on his tongue, bobs his head and sucks at the tip. Cody whines, the hand in Obi-Wan’s hair tugs meanly, and Obi-Wan lets go of his cock.
Cody breathes out a curse. His eyes are open, and when he stares down at Obi-Wan they seem to shine in the dark, reflecting the dim light of the bedside lamp. He licks his lips, and Obi-Wan hides his smile in the inside of his thigh, not missing the way the brush of his beard makes Cody shiver, and rubs at his prostate, his two fingers as deep as they’ll go, knuckles dimpling the skin of his ass. Cody curses, tugs at Obi-Wan’s hair again, arches up on the bed.
He’s close. Obi-Wan shifts on the bed, his half-hard dick rubbing against the rough fabric of the coverlet, and bends down again, swallows him down. His jaw aches, but he doesn’t care: he closes his eyes, focuses on the feel of Cody on his tongue, of the strength of his thighs around his head, on his fingers and his smell and his mind, bursting with pleasure.
A tug on his hair—Obi-Wan understands.
He lets him drop from his mouth, and kneels up on the bed to finish him off with his hand around his cock, slick with saliva and so hot it feels like it should burn, the fingers of his other hand still inside his ass. Cody wraps a hand around his forearm, strong fingers dimpling the skin, and moves into it, shaking, mouth open soundlessy and hips rolling. 
He comes with a low groan. Obi-Wan jerks him off through it, and when Cody whines, eyes open but unseeing, he stops and carefully takes his fingers out, too. He wipes his hands against the coverlet, keeping the right one well away from their bodies.
Cody’s chest is heaving. Obi-Wan lets himself look, for once, because Cody’s beautiful and this won’t ever happen again and he might as well: his messy hair, damp with sweat; the bruises on his torso, the mark of Obi-Wan’s mouth on his chest; the tender, soft skin of the inside of his arms, of the inside of his thighs and his knees.
Obi-Wan brushes a kiss there and closes his eyes.
When he opens them again, Cody’s already looking at him, leaning on his elbows.
Obi-Wan smiles. “Fresher?” he says. He sounds wrecked—his throat hurts.
Cody blinks, looks away and back at him. He smiles, small and guarded and suddenly very young.
Obi-Wan slowly becomes aware of the rest of the room once again. The wide bed, with its cold, smooth sheets; the dusty furniture; their clothes, on the ground by the foot of the bed. Cody’s undersuit looks like an oil slick under the weak light of the bedside lamp, darker than the shadows where it lies near the corner by the door.
Cody lies down again and sighs. He rubs his face with both hands, softly knocks his knee against Obi-Wan’s ribcage. The sparse hairs on his thigh tickle where they brush against Obi-Wan’s skin.
They make their way to the fresher together, Cody with wobbly legs and already half-asleep. Obi-Wan washes his hands in the sink and brushes his teeth again while Cody showers, mind fuzzy and tired and—
Obi-Wan should have known better. Or: he did know better. Does know better.
He thoughtlessly follows Cody back into the room, catches himself stripping the stained, disgusting coverlet off the bed while Cody cracks one of the windows open, and then just—pauses there, with the heavy cover hanging from his fingers and standing ass-naked and shivering, and realises that he’s—what. Remaking the bed?
“There are blankets in here. Could you—?”
Obi-Wan shakes himself. He feels like he’s falling, like he missed a step somewhere, but he makes himself look at Cody. He’s standing in front of the open wardrobe, staring up with bleary eyes at the upper shelf. Obi-Wan finishes stripping the coverlet, leaves it on the floor, and then crosses the room, reaching out over Cody’s shoulder to grab one of the blankets. Heavy, a deep burgundy colour. Soft. 
They remake the bed the best they can, and then Cody closes the window again.
Obi-Wan licks his lips. He watches Cody while he slips under the covers, his back to the still open door to the suite’s main room.
“Do you want me to leave?” he says, his voice too loud in the comfortable, late-night silence that has made itself at home between them.
Cody pauses, already getting in bed, and turns to look at Obi-Wan, eyes unreadable. After a beat, he snorts and shakes his head.
“It’s a bit too late for that,” he replies in a low voice. He just sounds tired. “I don’t know. Do you want to leave?”
Obi-Wan closes and locks the bedroom door and then joins Cody in the bed. The sheets are cold against his skin, and he shivers.
It’s been a long, long time since he shared a bed with someone else. Cody switches off the lamp, and then exhales, breath just that tiny bit shaky. Obi-Wan can half-intuit his profile in the dark: he closes his eyes, refusing to let his eyes get used to it, and places a hand on Cody’s arm. Hard muscle and soft skin and scars, and so warm.
Cody turns in the bed to face him. Obi-Wan can hear him, can feel him—not just with his hands. His presence has always had that peculiar weight to it, a special kind of gravity.
He very carefully doesn’t reach out to him, keeps his mind to himself. Obi-Wan’s not that sure he’ll like what he finds.
“We have to be—fine,” Cody rasps suddenly. He swallows—Obi-Wan can hear the click of his throat.
“We are,” he says. He shouldn’t, but he lifts his hand to cradle Cody’s jaw. His stubble prickles Obi-Wan’s palm, and Cody half-turns into it, thoughtless and already sleep-warm.
“And this can’t—it won’t happen. Again,” he continues. Obi-Wan sighs. 
“No. It won’t,” he agrees.
Again that falling feeling. Like stepping off the Temple’s highest spire. 
He used to do it for fun, before. 
Obi-Wan tugs him closer, and Cody lets him, arms warm and heavy around Obi-Wan’s shoulders and mouth hot when he carefully kisses him on the forehead, and then they sleep.
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angelkaykez · 10 months
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hopefulcanary · 2 months
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Jamie Kirk and Lea McCoy 💛💙
A commission I received after posting Jim and Bones! I usually draw a lot of idealized male and female forms, and the client wanted to really celebrate the different (and more realistic) body types between these two.
So since Jamie is AOS here, she's a lil more slender with some rangy muscle (and a smol belly pooch regardless, I c u CPine). Bones is more hourglassy and broad, and carried Joanna ❤️
I had a lot of fun with this one! Hope I get to draw these two gals again 🥰
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kazhan-draws · 2 years
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Six Sentence Sunday
With this Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson WIP I should never have started.
Under the cut because NSFW.
“You’re not putting anything in my ass,” is the first thing Billy says when Eddie takes the lube he bought a few days ago out of his nightstand.
Eddie pauses and blinks at him.
He hasn’t even said anything yet.
Sure, he’s been thinking about it. He’s been thinking about it a lot. But it’s not like he’s going to force Billy to do anything he doesn’t want to, and he might not have thought about Billy fucking him quite as much, but he’s far from opposed to the idea.
He doesn’t quite like Billy’s tone, though.
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norcumii · 2 years
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Coping Mechanisms
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox/Original Jedi Character(s) Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, Mystery Jedi Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Consensual Non-Consent, Memory Alteration, Secret Identity, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, BDSM, no beta we die like meh, GFY Summary:
The control chips are gone, as is Palpatine. There’s too many hours in the day. Fox is very not all right.
Please to mind the tags!
(No, I don’t know what this is either. It just happened, okay?)
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aces-to-apples · 11 days
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"a kiss may be grand"🔒
Written for hollyand (@hollyand-writes) for Nobody Expects the Dragon Age Smutquisition 2024 (@dasmutquisition)!
When the cat's away and whatnot.
Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Relationships: Carver Hawke/Merrill (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Dragon Age II - Act 1, Developing Relationship, Miscommunication, Sex Pollen, Aphrodisiacs, Vaginal Sex Words: 4,078 Collections: Nobody Expects the Dragon Age Smutquisition 2024
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sourfacedlemon · 11 days
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"memento (mori)" 🔒
Written for SidheLives (@sidhelives) for Nobody Expects the Dragon Age Smutquisition 2024 (@dasmutquisition)!
King Cailan has a very special request for Duncan's new warden recruit.
Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Relationships: Cailan Theirin/Female Warden, Female Surana/Cailan Theirin Additional Tags: Ostagar (Dragon Age), Fereldan Politics (Dragon Age), political maneuvering, mostly based on my sketchy knowledge of early-modern england tbh, First Kiss, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, attempts at historical dress Words: 7,060 Chapters: 2/2 Collections: Nobody Expects the Dragon Age Smutquisition 2024
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nottonyharrison · 2 years
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Letting it all hang out on Patreon
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