#FIRST ASK LETS GOOOOOO

[toonlinkheritageposts]

next time I go to the outernet I'm taking Nugget (toonlink) with me to help feed the blog 👍

yippeee he is excited and ready for pickup

[kidovna]

your Viktor looks a lot like your Will

i mean…

[butch-himbo-king]

MY MOTHER JUST THEY/THEMMED ME THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL MY MOMMY JUST USED THE PRONOUN THEY TO REFER TO ME HER BEAUTIFUL BABY GIRL CHILD CAN I GET A HELL YEAH

[storybookprincess]

a tendency i’ve noticed in myself, and one i really try to fight against, is the inclination to treat feelings as emergencies

what i mean by that is that when i find myself in a moment of sadness or anxiety or overwhelm, my knee jerk response is to go “how can i fix this?? how can i make this better?? maybe a cup of tea will help?? or should i call a friend?? do i want to take a bath??” & perhaps i’ve just been acceptance & commitment therapied within an inch of my life, but i don’t think that’s always the most useful response to moments of distress

i mean, feeling down sometimes is just a part of life, and, in my opinion, a necessary and important part of life. and for me, oftentimes just saying, “yep, this is part of the human condition. our wide ranging emotions are a gift, but the that gift does mean that we feel like shit sometimes” is a much more useful response in the long run than running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to stop experiencing a particular emotion

like i’m never going to live a life free from suffering & honestly i don’t think i’d even want to??

[goldensunset]

What should I name my son

BUTTER!!!!!

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

which egg would be most likely wear exclusively light up shoes

[sinnlos-star]

AWH IM IN THE LIST :]

of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i wanted to redo my intro and I obviously put you down

ALSO IT RANDOMLY UNFOLLOWED YOU AND I WAS SEARCHING THROUGH MY FOLLOWING LIST AND I WAS SO CONFUSED???????

[a-narcissists-warren]

oh ! i have pixelated you! ooprs !! pls forgive DX

~ 👾🎮

[ooc ; i don't think i've ever used the same anon signoff twice so this is a first for me, we gettin silly in here . also something something what if i had a pixelated tv head and were plus-sized for that semi-authentic arcade cabinet emulator feel etc etc (you dont have to consider my ideas I NEED TO STOP RAMBLING SORRY)]

no worries it wears off eventually!

[doubletalkingmaeve]

aries, taurus, mars, moon and 1H

Get to know me with these questions

Aries - Are you an impulsive person?

I am and I hate it. I have bipolar disorder which definitely adds to it but I’m on better medication now so I’ve calmed down a bit

Taurus - What’s your favourite food?

I like soup and curries. I like loads of foods to be honest. Pasta is up there along with just tomatoes in general 😭 I can’t give you a definitive answer because it changes constantly

Mars - Are you the type to approach others first or do you like others to do that instead?

I normally approach people first unless it’s someone that makes me really shy. I’m normally the type of friend to go up to a celebrity they like and get them to talk to them (if that makes sense, it does in my head)

Moon - Do you suppress your feelings?

I suppose in real life I don’t really talk about how I feel because my family just never done that and it’s weird to me, but online I think I’m more vocal

1H - Describe your style

My style is basically anything comfortable. I normally wear band shirts or other merch and those cycling/legging shorts. I’m good at doing my eyeliner so my style is basically: comfortable goth

[r-adler]

Meow…meow….

"good." he gave buddy a pat on the head. a small smile tugged at his lips. "good kitty."

[lighthouseborn]

to balance the extremely odd energy i just put out here though i really do think. and i maybe think about this a lot but- i really do think. the movie is wrong because carina definitely kissed him first. send post.

[fics-lovebot]

jungkook fic recs - pt. 3

main masterlist

· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

pls reblog if you like any of my recs and don´t forget to support authors!❤️

come sit on my lap - ( @euphoricfilter ) pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , “so polite” shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEE :´)

he has a lot of cum - ( @euphoricfilter ) bf!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man

riding jungkook´s nose - ( @euphoricfilter ) we´ve ALLL thought about this, and if you haven´t you´re lying, periodt. pRAISINGGG, he´s in a pussy-drunk frenezy, he likes feeling used, he likes getting his hair pulled, he likes getting his face wET, it´s sickenINGGGG goreaditplease

fucking in the gym - ( @euphoricfilter ) this was inspired by that one pic of him and jimin with their back out, I SEE THE VISION, fucking with ceiling mirrors

wicked - ( @noteguk ) smut, incubus!jk, big big corruption kink, lots of dirty ploting and dirty talk, yupppp this is a good one, so detailed, love me a fic that lit makes me see what i´m reading

strings attached (to my heart) - ( @jungkoode ) smut, crack, fluff, IT HAS IT ALLL, spider man au, college au, spider-man!jk x journalist!reader. READ THE TAGS BC ITS GOOD AF, bc wdym you combined sub-loser-desperate jk who also has a noona kink wITH a superhero au??? it´s like you wrote it for me,, (also, this deserves many many more notes imo)

think i need someone older - ( @redcherrykook ) smut, whipped rich older bf!jk (PERIOD!!) x younger!reader. JESUS FUCKING CHRISTTTTTTT!!! no more words needed, this one´s pulled right out of my maladaptive daydreaming folder

fade into you - ( @nmjoo-n ) SMUT, fluff, fwb to lovers au. barista!jk, possessive obsessive toxic lovesick!jk (LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO). this is a whole 2022 masterpiece, they way this is written, and the way jungkook is borderline PSYCOTICH (or in love ig) for her is so hotttttttt. deff one of my favs

this is how you fal in love - ( @jeonqkooks ) fluff, smut, angst if you squint. rockstar!jk au, est relationship. this is beautiful, a 2022 gem. love love love how lengthy and detailed this is

frost impressions - ( @fortunexkookie ) soccer coach!jk, teacher!reader, gamer au, work au, idiots to lovers, one sided pining at first, it´s a longggg one. another 2020 masterpiece, one of my favorite fics out there, he´s so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression. so so so entertaining and fun to read, jk is silly af lmao, can´t stop putting his foot in his mouth, theres a bunch of cute second hand embarrasment situations

Over The Odds | The Confession - ( @jungk0oksthighs ) ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series

wrong time - ( @spideyjimin ) smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life

don´t blame me - ( @ctrlsht ) sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc

failed quickie - ( @vminizzle ) cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but shit happens, he likes his hair pulled!!1!

someone older - ( @bonny-kookoo ) smut, ceo jk, divorced jk, 30 something yo jk, taehyung has a kid, younger oc, its a nice read, would do it again

[multi-fandom-imagine]

─ ★ Alastor with a breeding Kink

A/n: lets goooooo....not sure how I feel about this though.

Warnings: Ruts, breeding kink, p in v, marking,knotting, mating, marking/biting, scent marking.

If it was one thing that Alastor hated was the seasonal rut's he's go through. They were fine at first, he wouldn't say he was hit by the need to just fuck. Sure he had the occasional outbursts of anger, he might slaughter a few useless imps but it was nothing to sever.

That was until you came along, the demon could not pin point the moment he felt attraction to you but it must have happened at some point since he locked himself up in his room refusing to see anyone. It was strange, his palms were sweaty, his pulse racing but the only thing he could think about is fucking you, to breed you.

That same mantra kept chanting in his head over and over. 'Mine,mine,mine.' He needed you, he needed to mark you and show everyone that you were his.

Hearing a knock on door, Alastor took a deep to compose himself but of course all composure was the moment his eyes landed on you. His name spilled from your lips, voice strained as he looked at you.

"What can I do for you my dear."

Biting your lip, you slipped into the room making sure to close the door behind you. "I want you to fuck me."

"Pardon?"

Sighing, you shook your head watching him closely, you cod see the sweat running down his brow. "I know you are going through your heat and I want to help you."

Running his tongue over his lip, the demon took a step towards.His hand grasping your chin as his gaze bore into yours. "You do know what you are asking, correct?"

"I do." Placing your hand on his chest you looked up at him through a heated gaze. "Let me make you feel better Alastor."

Alastor's eyes darkened with desire as he heard your request. His possessive instincts surged to the forefront a predatory grin curling his lips.

"I will claim you as mine completely." He growled as he brought you to his chest. Bending down Alastor then captures your lips in a passionate kiss as he placed you on his bed. His clothed shaft pressing into your inner thigh. His fangs sinking into your bottom lip as his nails clawed at your clothes. The demon eager to free you both and soon you were both naked. His ears flat on his head as he drank in your form. You were so cute, so beautiful and you were all his.

Alastor was holding back, holding back his true form. He couldn't do that to you, not yet but soon, soon you'll be ready.

His ears, ever sensitive, flattened on his head, twitching when you ran your fingers over the tip. His cock hard, brushing your slick entrance. "Look how well you take me." He whispered into your neck as he slowly thrusted into your warmth. He savored the feeling of your tight warmth wrapping around his cock.

As Alastor moved with a steady rhythm, his hands grasped your hips, holding you tightly against him. He could feel your nails digging into his back, your legs wrapping around his waist, urging him to go deeper, to claim you fully. With each thrust of his cock, you shuddered feeling him fill you completely, stretching you to your limits.

Alastor could feel the base of his cock swell, a knot forming that the base of his shaft locking you together making sure he will remain in inside of you until you were both satisfied.The pleasure intensifying, the symphony of pleasure that had you moaning and writhing beneath him.

Seeing you wither beneath him, his eyes darken with desire as he hears you cry out his name. His lips curl into a wicked smile, revealing a hint of his sharp teeth. He leans in close, his voice husky and filled with anticipation.

"I'll knot you and make sure that every inch of me stays inside you," he murmurs, nearly losing the static.His thrusts become more urgent, he had to force the urge to let his full form show. His horns nearly pushing through his hair as his ears twitched.

"Tell me you're mine," he growls, his voice possessive. "Tell me you belong to me"

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you meet his intense gaze with equal fervor.

"I'm yours, Alastor," you gasp, your voice filled with need. "I belong to you and only you."

Waves of pleasure wash over both of you as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.He could feel your walls tightening around him. Time felt like it stood still as he filled you completely, his cum coating your walls. Alastor's teeth sinking deep into your neck, his nails clutching your hips marking you. The sensation of being stretched and claimed by him overwhelmed your senses as he held you close. Your walls clamping tight around his cock his body trembled with pleasure.

A deep, guttural growl, he continued to spilled his seed inside you, his knot ensuring that every drop of his essence would remain within you.

In that moment, you knew without a doubt that you were his and he was yours. A bond, together in body and soul, it was in that moment that Alastor realized he truly loved you. Even if he was in hell, he had his own little piece of heaven here in his arms.

Leaning in, his tongue dragged across the mark on your neck. Your leg draped over his hips, ears flattened on his head. "Mine."

An airy laugh escaped your lips as you let your fingers play with his ears. "Yours, always yours."

[princesseilish]

KINDERGARDEN

Paige Bueckers x MOM!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, emotional moments, child angst, light humor, minor tears

Synopsis: Hazel’s first day of kindergarten is a momentous occasion, but for her little sister, Violet, it’s a whole new world. Violet has never spent a day away from her best friend, and the realization that her sister won’t be around for hours hits harder than anyone expected.

I will post pregnant!reader soon, I promise !!

Y/N had really thought they were ready.

Hazel was glowing. Kindergarten-ready. Backpack slung over her shoulder, hair half up in the sparkly barrettes she picked “because they make me look like I read chapter books,” and talking a mile a minute about meeting her teacher and maybe starting a bug club at recess.

“I think today I’m gonna make three friends,” Hazel declared at breakfast. “But I’m saving one slot in case Violet gets old enough and wants to join.”

Violet, still in her pajamas, chewing the ears off her waffle, didn’t respond. She just stared at Hazel like the world was ending.

Y/N and Paige had exchanged a glance over coffee.

Uh-oh.

The car ride to school started in silence.

Not the peaceful kind. The ominous kind.

Hazel sat in her booster seat, humming to herself, already unzipping her backpack just to “double check” her pencils hadn’t run away overnight. Violet was in her car seat behind Y/N, clutching her battered turtle plushie and sucking the inside of her cheek like she was trying very hard to be brave.

Paige looked back once, then again. “She okay?”

Y/N whispered, “She’s trying to be.”

Hazel, blissfully unaware, started humming the “Bug Queen March” she made up last summer.

“and then vi you say—”

And then, quietly at first, Violet whispered, “Hazey don’t go.”

Hazel paused. “What?”

“I don’t want you to go.”

And just like that, the dam broke.

She was sobbing by the time they pulled into the school parking lot.

Real, full-body crying. The kind where her nose ran and she couldn’t catch her breath and kept yelling things like “DON’T BE A BIG KID” and “KINDERGARTEN IS BAD” and “I HATE LEARNING.”

Y/N parked and reached back, trying to rub her arm. “Oh, honey…”

But Violet only cried harder.

“Mama, don’t let her goooooo!”

“She’s coming back, baby, it’s just a few hours.”

“I don’t got anyone to talk to about snails!”

Hazel, now clutching the straps of her backpack, looked like she was seconds from crying too.

“I—I can maybe ask my teacher if she can come?”

“She’s THREE, Hazey,” Paige muttered, already unbuckling her seatbelt. “Okay, switch. I’m in the back.”

Y/N slid into the front seat as Paige climbed in beside Violet’s car seat and scooped her up, holding her like she was three months old again instead of three years.

“Oh baby,” Paige murmured, rocking gently. “You never cry like this.”

“She’s my bes’ fwen,” Violet hiccuped. “I can’t go a whole sun without her!”

Hazel let out a choked little breath. “But I have to go, Vi. I wanna learn stuff and meet other bug kids and maybe read real books!”

“Take me too!”

“You don’t even like shoes!”

“I’ll wear them for you!”

Y/N buried her face in her hands. “This is harder than labor.”

Eventually, Paige got Violet calm enough to at least hold her turtle again, though the little girl refused to let go of her leg.

Hazel looked heartbroken, but determined, and Y/N knelt in front of her.

“You’re going to be great today,” she whispered. “But your sister’s gonna need a little extra love after drop-off.”

Hazel nodded solemnly. “Can I write her a letter at school?”

Y/N kissed her forehead. “She’d love that.”

Hazel turned to Violet, knelt on the car floor, and whispered, “I’m coming back after snack. You’ll see. And we’ll play all the garden bugs when I get home.”

Violet sniffled. “No big kid friends?”

“I’ll tell them I already have the best one.”

Violet blinked at her. “Me?”

Hazel nodded. “You.”

Y/N and Paige watched Hazel walk into the school, tiny but brave, waving with both hands.

Violet pressed her face to the window and waved like Hazel was going off to war.

Then she whispered, “I wanna go to school when I grow more.”

“You will,” Paige said gently. “But for today, we’re gonna go home, and you can help me and Mommy make her a ‘Welcome Back From Big School’ sign, okay?”

Violet nodded slowly. Then: “Can I pick the marker colors?”

“All of them,” Y/N promised.

That afternoon, when Hazel ran out of the building with marker on her hands and stickers on her knees, Violet screamed across the parking lot, “HAZEY I MISSED YOU!”

Hazel tackled her in a hug.

Violet whispered, “Was it fun?”

Hazel grinned. “It was so fun. But it’s more fun telling you about it.”

That night, Violet snuck into Hazel’s bed, wrapped around her like a koala, and whispered, “You can go back tomorrow.”

Hazel kissed the top of her head. “I was gonna anyway.”

[slutoru1207]

hello I wanted to ask if you don't mind writing on main mark having twin boys with the reader who is also a hero ( scarlet witch maybe?) , and like the other invincible variants reaction to that . Like main mark not only has a powerfull girlfriend/wife that's alive but also was blessed with twin boys . The jealous would hit so hard.

here ya goooooo

The Invincible Variants find Reader hiding with her twins—and they look just like him.

You were prepared for this day to come. You just didn’t know when.

The moment the Variants of Mark Grayson tore through cities, cutting through Earth like a blade, you knew you couldn’t hide forever. You’d spent weeks cloaking the safehouse, bending reality to make it seem like you weren’t even here. Every step was calculated, every spell woven carefully to keep the kids—your twin boys—safe from the chaos unfolding around you.

And then you felt it. The shift. The disturbance.

They were coming. You couldn’t pinpoint how, but the air had changed. The ripple of energy from another reality was unmistakable.

You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction of finding you easily.

You stepped out onto the porch with practiced caution. Your hand hovered just above your side, where chaos magic flowed through you, ready to burst at the slightest provocation. You didn’t wear your usual confidence now; this was different. This was survival. Your instincts screamed to protect what was yours.

The Variants appeared silently, as though they had slipped through the fabric of reality itself.

You didn’t move. Not until you saw them fully. Not until your sons were inside—where they would stay until you decided it was safe.

The twins were hidden. The moment the first Variant arrived, you used your powers to draw them away—make them quiet. You needed to be sure.

They were in the trees now. You were ready.

But you didn’t let them see you immediately. No, not until you felt the tension and unease radiating from the Variants. They weren’t sure what they had stumbled upon.

Mohawk!Mark He was the first to step forward, eyes scanning your space. Noticing the wards. He was on edge. Every movement slow, calculated. The moment he saw you, he froze.

“You’re here… and you have his children.”

His voice had a bite to it, sharp with disbelief and frustration. There was no denial in his tone—just a raw, seething envy. He couldn’t quite reconcile the image of you, alive, with the truth of it.

“You never chose me.”

The twins? They were close now. You could see them peeking from behind the window. Watching.

But you didn’t let him have them. You didn’t let him see the truth so easily.

“You’ll never touch them,” you said. Calm, but lethal. “You won’t get close.”

His fists clenched, but he didn’t move closer. The protective wards around your cabin seemed to hum with more power, making the air heavy.

Full Mask!Mark He was the next to approach—treading carefully, almost too cautiously. He studied the wards, his hand inching toward his own face. His voice was quiet, as if testing the air.

“I never thought you would be here. “But you’ve got two sons.”

He spoke the words almost as if they were foreign. Almost as if saying them out loud somehow made this version of reality even harder to comprehend.

He didn’t speak of love. He didn’t speak of wanting you. It was just… recognition. He could only stand there and stare.

Sinister!Mark He wasn’t cautious. He stepped forward with a smirk plastered across his face, his eyes glittering with malice.

“So, this is how it went. “You gave him your power, your family. And now you’re hiding with his little heirs?”

He scoffed as if trying to bait you—try to make you break. But you weren’t fazed. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of making a mistake.

“You think I don’t know what you want?” you hissed, letting a tendril of magic unfurl from your hand. “You all want what he has. But it’s not for you.”

One of the twins, noticing the rising tension, flicked their eyes to you from the window, waiting for a signal. But you held back, giving nothing away. This was your fight now.

Viltrumite!Mark He lingered at the edge, far enough to not seem threatening, but his eyes tracked the path of your every movement. He was silent for the most part—lost in the thought of what could have been.

“He got to keep you,” he muttered under his breath, so quiet only you could hear. “I thought none of us deserved it… but I was wrong.”

But you didn't look at him. Not once.

Instead, your attention was still on the Variants.

“He does deserve it. We both do.”

Your voice was firm—steady. And even though you didn’t say another word, your message was loud and clear.

OmniMark He was the most calculating. The one who’d spent hours studying tactics, using his intellect to stay ahead. But now, as he scanned you and the twins—he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“This timeline is different,” he said softly, barely audible. “You… you have a family. “And you’ve done it right.”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes shifting between you and the kids. He wasn’t angry—he wasn’t sad, even. There was just this strange, cold realization in his words.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” he asked quietly, his gaze slowly turning into something much darker. “I always know when something’s off.”

You didn’t blink. You didn’t even breathe. You were waiting, holding your ground. Protecting them.

Your Mark arrives. And when he lands, the entire world seems to shift back into focus. The Variants stop. Dead in their tracks.

“This is my family,” he says. His voice is low but firm. “I’ve kept them safe. And if any of you try to take them from me…” “I’ll show you why you failed.”

[somuchforahobby]

interrupted (pt. 3)

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 4

Summary: obi-wan & the reader explore their mutual desires through force bond in the middle of a strategy meeting

Tags: I have waited my whole life to say this #INAPPROPRIATE USE OF THE FORCE LETS GOOOOOO

Warnings: implicit sexual topics, nothing graphic

Word count: 1.5 k

Read on AO3

Strategy meetings were usually boring, mostly because you were still a knight and not allowed to speak, just sit and listen next to your master. The lights were dimmed, everyone focusing on the projection with the planets that were under the separatist’s grip. Bored to death and in urgent need of a distraction, your force signature brushed the man’s in front of you.

‘Sit properly, Kenobi’ you whispered into his mind.

He startled, looking over at you with furrowed brows, then answers in a surprised and unexpected, ‘what the fuck?’

You bit your lower lip to hide your smile, your sultry eyes on him.

‘Sit properly. You’re nearly lying on the chair.’

He looked at you with furrowed brows, but straightened nonetheless. ‘What are you doing?’ He asked.

‘I am bored, I thought to bother you a bit’

His eyes returned to the projection, and you think he will shut you out of his mind for good but instead.

‘On the contrary. This meeting just got much more fun.’

‘I am trying to find a place where we won’t be interrupted’

The smallest smirk played on his lips. ‘interesting place you choose, surrounded by the council’

‘they can’t reach us in here, nor prohibit us from anything’

‘the mind is the first place where the dark side lurks’

You snorted but quickly disguised it as a cough. “Are you alright?” Master Billaba asked you.

“Yeah, sorry, it’s just a cold”

She kept talking about the possibility of an army but you returned to your friend’s mind.

‘careful’ Obi-wan teased.

‘you really are a prude’ You see the corners of his mouth quirk up.

‘is that so? don’t speak like that to a master’

‘master my ass’

‘is that an invitation?’

‘not to a prude’

Obi-wan places one elbow on the table and his chin on his palm, covering his mouth just enough to hide the smirk growing on his face.

‘You can always prove me wrong’ you pressed.

‘Oh I will, soon enough.’

‘Show me’

‘What?’

‘How you’d prove me wrong’

‘Right now?’

‘what? Are you afraid of getting caught? It’s your mind Kenobi, you choose who can have a glimpse of it’

‘You are having a glimpse without my approval’

‘Because your guard was down. Lock us inside and show me.’

‘Where could I begin?’ 

He shows you the hallway kiss.

‘Lame’  

‘You show me something interesting’ He dares you.

‘Aright’ 

You show him a memory of sparring combat.

He was pining you down, his blue lightsaber on your chin. Two of his fingers are solemnly raised pointing at your cuffed wrists above your head. Through the bond you share the thoughts in your head at the moment: your mind is spiraling into his damned fingers, right above your eyes, keeping your hands in place. You think you can still fight him off but the distraction was too great, too much of a liability, so you decide to surrender.

“Pax” you say. 

Your gaze lingers on his fingers as he turns off the saber and clasps it back on his waist.

‘Your turn.’ The projection stops. 

When you look at him he is not quite smiling, but you spot a faint blush on his cheeks. You feel a growing warmth in the bond.

‘That’s cute’

Then you are seeing yourself from afar; your hair is tousled and your clothing is slightly out of place. You are training with Master Windu. Your brows are furrowed in concentration, but Obi-wan’s gaze is spotting the curve of your back when you lean to defend; the dim shadow on your legs when you take a step, marking the muscle beneath.

He notices your tunic is crumpled on your bicep and a thin black strap wraps on your shoulder. He can guess what it is just fine, but knowledge of the garment doesn’t stop the growing desire.

He’s enraptured by the movement of your neck on every breath, the muscles of your shoulders when you raise your saber. He tries to think of your polished warrior qualities, tries to see you strategizing against one of the greatests masters in the temple, but all he can think of is to follow that damn bra strap down your chest and have you gasping for air like you are as he watches.

The memory snaps and now you are the one who’s blushing. 

‘Still lame?’ He questions you. 

You don’t answer, instead you show him the hallway of your personal rooms. It’s late at night, your arms are full of books, walking back from the library on one of Windu’s reading assignments when you halt around the corner. Obi-wan is there, pushing a woman against the wall. She is not a jedi, that much you can tell from the type of dress she is wearing. 

His lips are on hers and by the sounds she makes you guess he is good at it. Her leg is on his waist, one of his hands is climbing up her thigh. You can see how her skin reddens at the contact, but your gaze is locked on his fingers conquering like they own it.

‘Stop it’ He orders you, snapping the image away. ‘I didn’t know you were there’ 

‘It was an interesting discovery’ You swallow at the memory of his hands clutching her thigh. ‘Proof that you are not completely prude’

‘Why did you show me that?’

‘Because you looked hot’ 

Obi-wan coughed, all the masters turned to him with furrowed brows. 

“Rounding the room, a flu is” Master Yoda mused.

“Apologies, master. Please continue.” Obi-wan politely nodded to the elder.

His ears are crimson when he looks at you, but his attention returns to the meeting.

‘Game on, my dear.’ His signature force nuzzles yours.

He shows you the training room again, but this time he is the one you are facing. Your hair is flowing freely on your shoulders, hiding his main distractor: your neck. So he focuses on the task at hand, he attacks and blocks, rises and duks; the sound of your breathing hitching in his brain. He’s bewitched by that rapid motion, in and out with an occasional scoff. Your brows are furrowed and your lower lip is being tortured by your own teeth. He thinks of seeing you like this underneath him, so it makes it come true.

With a wave of his hand your lightsaber is off your grasp.

“Obi-wan!” You whine, further fueling his fantasy.

His feet are quick to unbalance you, grabbing your waist as he guides you to the floor.

You fall on your back agape, your brows furrowed and your eyes decisive. 

You try to raise again and that’s when his lightsaber goes to your chin and his fingers pin your hands above your head.

Straddling you, he looks at you from above.

It’s the same sparring session you showed him, but from his perspective.

Then you are somewhere else but you keep seeing the same: your hands above your head, your furrowed brows. He replays your harsh breathing and the feeling of his hand on your waist, your whines of his name and that damned black strap.

Suddenly your heart is beating too fast, too strong, a sense of relief is drowning your senses as a warm liquid wets your right hand. The only thing you see is a white plain ceiling that reminds you of your own bedroom.

You nearly gasp when you understand what Obi-wan had just shared with you, and the image snaps when the voice of Master Windu echoes in the room.

Your entire body is heating up, both from embarrassment and the knowledge of Obi-wan pleasuring himself to an image of you. You try to disguise your nerves as your head lands back into the meeting. 

“We need an urgent explanation, Kenobi.” Your master urges him.

Your heart stops. And by the look of Obi-wan’s face, his as well.

“Inappropriate, that is. Worried for the youngling I am.” Master Yoda continues. “A path to the dark side, his anger is. Stop him, you must.” 

Obi-wan exhales loudly. To everyone in the room it will pass as a gesture of exhaustion from his padawan, but you know is the fear of getting caught. “Anakin is” his voice is hoarse as he begins, “a very special kid. I am doing everything in my power to make him a good jedi.”

“A community task raising children is. Help you need from your fellow knights.” Yoda looked at you as he spoke.

You nodded in understanding. 

“Back to your padawan, you shall go.” 

Everyone stood up and left the meeting. You waited for Obi-wan just down the hall.

“What was that?” You asked him, still blushing.

“Oh? I thought I was the prude one.” 

He looked around before placing a warm kiss on your cheek.

You leaned against the cold stone wall, desperately needing to cool down.

Part 4