Tw. Religion Kink, Worship Kink, Corruption Kink, Pussy Eating, And Afab!reader

tw. religion kink, worship kink, corruption kink, pussy eating, and afab!reader

nsfw — 18+ up!

may the maker know that obi-wan tried—he truly tried his best. there was just no winning with you, and if he were to be the loser, he’d never win again in his lifetime.

you had been truly enamored with him since the mission he’d taken for you all the years ago on coruscant. he’d merely guarded you for a few years, meant to keep sentinel outside your door as your life was being threatened by foreign diplomats. from those years you’d spent together, you’d spend most of it at his side—curiously inquiring about his life outside of watching your every move.

he’d thought it was a crush. they came and they went and obi wan could feel your feelings along the force as sharp spikes of nerves whenever he was around. the soft lull of content whenever he began to play into the games of wonderment about the life of a jedi knight.

oftentimes he’d hear other jedi mentioning the differing diplomats and their wanton expressions of desire to the jedi—some even found solace in the bedchambers of those they watched if they so fancied. obi-wan thought he was above it all.

maker, he had been so good—and yet here he was.

here, face buried in the silkiest robes adorning your legs, draped around your figure like you were being presented to him. as if you were only meant for him, to only know the feeling of his tongue as it dragged along the sweet wetness if your pussy. he went slow, dragging slowly so he could taste everything. stars, you were divine.

when you’d re-presented yourself to the jedi knight, he’d taken your sexual advances as nothing more than you being forward. it had been the first time you’d whispered the things you had wanted him to do to you that had begun to break down his walls. it was the second time you’d moaned his name from inside the room he stood vigil at that he’d truly felt as a madman did. so close to knowing what that little curiosity would feel like, and yet hopelessly, tirelessly trying to resist the pull he’d felt towards you.

eventually, the feeling of his hand gingerly pressing against the tightness in his pants just wasn’t enough and he’d breathlessly interrupted a sight meant only for the eyes of a true sinner.

his hands were gripping your thighs, holding as if you were a dream that would fizzle into space should he not clasp you tightly enough. his eyes flicked to your silhouette, watching with a fervent eye the way you tipped your head back—a moan was silently leaving your lips, but he drank in the way your neck bared to him. earlier, he’d spent his time kissing along the smoothed skin just below your ear, but he’d found a far better use of his mouth.

he wondered, once, if a jedi’s vow of non-attachment made any sort of sense. for surely, he’d be able to make impartial decisions in the interest of the general good but now, tongue buried deep in something he finds akin to finding paradise, he knew any and all vows he’d made were null and void. to continue tasting the heavenly wetness of your bared cunt was something he’d do anything for—the thought marginally tore a hole through everything he’d ever learned.

“obi-wan," your lips whispered his name, and he felt his cock ache gently at the need dripping from your words, “i-i can’t— you have to let me come— please—!”

he hummed softly, adjusting his grip to firmly grasp your hips to prevent you from bucking your pussy into his mouth. he was lightly circling your clit with his tongue, and every time you moved your hips, it ruined the rhythm he was trying to create—something to allow you over the edge gently. he should have known you’d want something bigger, something louder.

your moans ricocheted against the marble walls, each one bouncing back and spurring obi wan on. all he knew was giving you pleasure, and he had always been devoted to doing his job.

he let his mouth circle your clit, his pointer and middle finger pushing inside of you as he felt your hands fly to his hair. your fingers gripped his hair, eyes screwing shut tightly.

obi-wan allowed his fingers to push in and out of the tight space of your pussy with a furrow of his brows, concentration completely on allowing you to climax. his sole purpose for living was to make you orgasm, to bring you to the edge of pleasure and insanity—to force you to chose between the options with a sick desire. he wanted to be the only one to bring you to your finish, to be the sole worshipper in a shrine built by his own hands of you.

you’d no idea of how the force worked, and truly neither did he despite years of studying it and honing it. but in a breath, a single moment, he knew everything there was to know about the force and intangible things just out of his grasp.

your orgasm ripped through the gentle tremors of the force in a cacophony of brilliant blue and green hues, hidden beneath the crescendoing cool tones was the softest hints of pink—a devotion that made obi-wan’s heart stutter.

your chest heaved, hand over your racing heart as obi-wan continued drinking in your continuing orgasm. your legs would occasionally flinch against his back as he continued to pepper your cunt in the devotion it deserved—prolonging pulling his mouth off. your hand was still in his hair, eyes lidded as you watched him drink up your come like a man dehydrated. stars, the look you were giving him alone could make him consider murdering to keep it on himself and him alone.

with the next few words you’d moan to him, a soft whisper against the deafening sound of obi-wan catching his breath, he felt himself harden to the point of pain.

“obi-wan,” you groaned his name, a prayer to the maker for salvation, “i need you to bed me so badly.”

obi-wan was nothing, if not good at his job of pleasing you.

God, I can't tell you how much the "there's not enough enrichment in my enclosure" joke has helped my mental health. Because, for some reason I can't comprehend, pretending that I'm a zoo keeper caring for an animal (which is also me) just makes everything easier to comprehend. Like "Your head gets screwey when you're apartment is messy" just doesn't carry as much resonance as "The tiger becomes agitated when its enclosure is cluttered" because then I'll be like, no shit? The tiger? I've gotta keep things nice and clean for the tiger.

So fluffy it survived a night in Both. I love this, so sweet.

I stayed for you

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Pairing: Obi wan x reader

Contents: Sleepy obi wan yearns for physical touch 💖

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1000

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The day had been long. Arduously filled with it’s set of duties and all the energy you were left with was only enough for you to crawl to your bed. You had anticipated for the meeting to drag on into the night but to your surprise it had come to an early end.

You had no mood to say goodbyes, your eyelids were beginning to feel heavy. This was going to be another night of eating some leftover cause you did not have the patience to stand near the stove and prepare something. It will all have to wait for tomorrow.

The keys rustled in your fingers as you try to slot the right one into door knob. The room was dark and quiet, kicking off your shoes and placing your coat on a coat hangar, your feet dragged you towards the kitchen. Only as you got closer did you realise a white plate covered with another plate on top of it, sat in the middle of a clean benchtop. A little note laying next to it.

Missed you at dinner.

You open the top plate to reveal a well cooked meal, making your stomach rumble at the sight of it. Grabbing a fork, you take a mouthful of it. The flavour so rich and delicate, you sunk into the seat. The feeling of comfort began to wash over you. This was better than anything you could have tried to make. You take a couple more spoonful of food in such a hurry, as though you had been starving. You were, this war gave no time to anyone to relish a meal.

The plate sat empty before you but your body felt content. Your moods feeling a little lighter and sleep began to persuade you. But in that elated state, you could only imagine him as though he were in front of you, standing by the stove and making this meal for you. That he had come here on his own volition only cause he wanted to see you. This space was once only yours but now it marked his presence too. He would offer forget his robe and leave it on your sofa. His set of indoor plants that seemed to be growing much better under his care that yours. His little stringed instrument set for display in the corner of your hall. Or like now, his little notes would be everywhere as you were both busy. He would leave you notes when the milk was about to run out or when he thought of you during the day. You loved reading them, in that sweet gesture you knew you were on his mind constantly and he was on yours.

Putting away the plates in the sink, you think back on his latest note, the one that still sat on the counter. He had missed you today. He normally will not tell you when he yearned for your company or your touch for he understood the weight of duty the Jedi carry. But you could always see it in his eyes as he tried to hide away his wants. Today must have been the same, only that you weren’t around to see him hide it. He would have gone back to his suite. You knew you will have to do something in return for his kindness.

The bedroom was dark except for streaks of light from Coruscant’s nightlife illuminating parts of the room. Your nightgown was laid out on your side of the bed. He must have placed it out for you. He knew your space much better than you ever did. He fit in as though he was made to be a part of it. As you peel away your robes you take notice of a form on the other side of the bed. He had not gone back to his suite, he was here.

The covers rose and fell in rhythm to his soft breaths, he must have missed you dearly if he chose to stay. It had been a few days since you had spent time with him last. Slipping on the night dress, you slide under the covers and as though his mind was attuned to sensing you, he stirred gently. “You’re back.”, he murmured and you hum, getting closer to him. “I hope everything went well.”, he said. Ever so noble, always thinking of you.

The closer you got, his hand reached for your waist, as though he were waiting for you, just so he could hold you. “Was dinner alright? Did it get cold?”, he asked. “Shhhh.”, you silenced him, he was asking these questions to distract you from the comfort he was yearning for. You throw your leg over his waist and he pulls you closer. Nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “Stars, I’ve missed you.”, he whispered. You run your fingers through his hair and he sighs. Tracing the length of his neck your hand slides over the expanse of his bare back and your feel as he relaxed the muscles that were held together tightly. He was melting into your touch, his breath soft and hot over your collar bone.

“I stayed for you.”, he confessed. “I know.”, you tell him placing your lips on his forehead and you hear a delighted hum from him. “I don’t want to burden you with my petty needs.”, he tells you. Your fingers trace over his ribs and his sturdy waist. “They’re not petty, Obi wan.”, you respond. “They aren’t that important and – you cut him off by placing your lips over his and he responds by kissing you like he needed to breathe. “You are important to me.”, you say in between his kisses and his hands find their way to you neck, getting lost in your hair. He breaks away, placing a final kiss on you chin. He doesn’t say anything else and neither do you but you feel his relaxed breath, drawing in the air much more slowly than before. His fingers mindlessly tracing circles on your back while you fiddled with ends of his hair over his ear.

Nothing had to be said when being next to each other was all the comfort you needed.

That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can’t recall any sunrise before it. I watched the whole magnificence of the dawn for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to sunlight, and set out to become what I became.

BRAD PITT as LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994) dir. Neil Jordan

Umm wow 😳 hand me a cigarette

buried - yamasaku

EXPLICIT // ALSO ON AO3 Words: 848 Warnings: Fingering, Office Sex, Hokage!Sakura Requested by: OviQi over on AO3

This uh… This got away from me. Very fast. Drabbles are supposed to be around 100 words and this one is almost 1000. Oops? (Not oops I actually really, really love how this came out. Thank you so so much for the request!)

Clever fingers dance along the broad sweep of Yamato’s shoulders and up the sides of his neck, slipping beneath the band of his happuri and sliding it over his head. The battle-worn metal clatters to the floor across the room, and he sighs as Sakura’s fingers tangle in his hair.

“We don’t have much time,” he says, but the woman in his lap just smirks mischievously, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, breath warm on his ear.

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