#captain obi x reader

[strawberrystepmom]

captain obi x f!reader. canon au, meet cute, reader has visible cleavage. wc 1.5k

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune as always ☄️

The golden bell at the top of the door jingles and you do your best to look over your shoulder, craning your neck, to welcome in whoever has stepped foot into your quaint cafe.

“Welcome!”

You shout over the chime and the rustle of the plastic bag in one of your hands, pastry cream being pushed through the bag to smooth out any bubbles by the other. The door only officially opened about 30 minutes ago but your time management left something to be desired this morning so you are now rushing to finish the last of your crème buns before the few pre-lunch patrons you cherish enter the doors.

Footsteps ring across the tiled floor but you don’t see who they belong to, turning back to piping cream between sliced strawberries tucked into a bread roll that is still warm from being baked. Squinting to measure accurate distance between each dollop, when you should just be wearing your glasses that rest atop your head, piping as carefully as possible. You hum, in doubt of your own abilities, and back away with the tip of your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth and lean forward to finish the job when you’re interrupted by the sound of footsteps in front of you.

“Excuse me,” a man’s voice states and you jump a bit where you stand, surprised by the baritone and the way it fills your small cafe. The acoustics in here are better than you thought and you turn your head with a smile still holding your crème bun and piping bag.

“Hey, thanks for coming in. How can I help you?”

Your eyes rove over the man for a moment and you realize that you recognize him, if only for the brief second you saw him earlier this week when an Infernal caught a structure down the block on fire. It was a rough fight and you rushed to the window to watch, anxiously filling various rolls to make sandwiches to bring to the Fire Force company tirelessly working to keep the neighborhood safe.

“You’re Captain…” you hiss, embarrassed you can’t seem to recall his name off the top of your head given that you only heard it in passing during the commotion the attack caused but he half smiles, finishing for you with a nod of his head.

For a moment, Akitaru wonders if he took things too far by coming in here to see you face to face without his gear. You caught his attention by effortlessly comforting not only the victims of the attack but his company and the onlookers and you kept it when he got a good look at you, retreating sunlight giving you a glow he’d almost call ethereal if he didn’t know better.

As lovely as you are kind, he’d be a fool not to at least stop by to say thank you for bringing both of these things to a world that can be dark and heavy. So here he stands, hands shoved in his pockets just after 7:30 am before he returns to the station. He can’t go back now so he makes the best of it, opening his mouth to speak.

“Obi. Captain Obi.” His face shifts for a moment, brows pinching and lip curling. “You don’t have to call me that if you don’t want to, though. I’m not here on business.”

You laugh at his natural ease and shake your head, reaching blindly behind you to place the piping bag down on the prep counter.

“Here for pleasure then?”

His eyes widen at your flirtation and you look away from him, embarrassed and believing that you may have been too forward. It’s in your nature to flutter your eyelashes a little too sweetly when faced with a big and strong and handsome man so the bun in your other hand is extended to him with a smile, a peace offering of sorts for being too much you can cloak as a thanks for saving your neighborhood and therefore your cafe.

“As a little thanks for saving the day. It’s fresh, I just filled it.”

Akitaru smiles and you feel uncharacteristically stricken by it, dipping your chin to hide your own smile when he reaches out to take the bun and your fingertips touch. His hands are cooler than you’d expect them to be, at least in the brief period any part of them touched you, and you withdraw your hand as quickly as you can without arousing suspicion that it’s because of the gravity of such a simple touch.

You’ve embarrassed yourself enough for one morning already and you clasp your hands in front of you, standing as primly as possible in front of the commanding man. Obi’s presence is as broad as his shoulders, not that you’ve been looking at them, and it makes you want to behave yourself or at least impress him the slightest bit.

“Hey, no thanks needed.” He puts a hand up, a means to show he expects nothing from you except your ear long enough to properly speak. “I wanted to come and thank you actually for the great food and for helping keep everyone calm afterward.”

Relief washes over you when he speaks and you play off his kind words with a humble shrug. The gesture is attractive enough to Obi that he actually feels a little nervous, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He is far from a coward but this kind of thing isn’t usually his forte, preferring to keep his eye on his goals and his squad and things a little more important than romance.

At least until you showed up in a powdered sugar fury, remnants dusting your nose and clothes, ready to help completely unprotected and unarmed.

“It’s easy to help where you know how,” you remark and he hums. It’s not the answer he expected you to give but he likes it even more, refreshed by your honesty despite your gentle looking exterior yet he shifts uncomfortably again. Maybe he overstepped his own boundaries and not yours by coming here, this discomfort something he isn’t used to.

You notice his shift in posture and smile to try and soothe any anxiety he may be feeling, nodding toward the dessert for breakfast in his hand.

“Feel free to eat it, I’ll be offended if you don’t.”

He chuckles and you giggle along, hands still clasped in front of you. You look every bit the same angel today you did a few days back and he doesn’t hide the fact he’s taking a good look at you while biting into your hard work, tart strawberries and fluffy cream dancing across his palate.

A hum of approval makes you dance in place, shaking your shoulders and grinning. Obi fights the urge to burst into laughter, chewing and swallowing as quickly as he can despite how much he’s enjoying the experience. He’d rather talk to you than eat anyway.

“Delicious.”

You beam at his compliment and he holds up the bun, examining it as if the secret to why it tastes so good can be found between the indentations of his teeth in the soft bread. He squints and makes a show of inspecting, more so that he can enjoy how it feels to have you looking so closely at his every move.

“I have to ask though,” he starts and you look up, eyes meeting his and refusing to move. “If I take another bite will you do that again?”

You laugh and shake your shoulders.

“What? That?”

He laughs and nods.

“Yeah. That.”

A little embarrassed by your own excitement, you opt to stand in place to watch him take the second bite. He hums again and you wish the sound wouldn’t make you feel like you’re floating, riding a high or something you aren’t sure you can even name. An infatuation? A crush? Who knows, it’s weird.

“Thank you, seriously. It has been a few days since I’ve had something that tastes this good.”

You beam again, cheeks aching from the force of your smile, and decide to walk closer toward your side of the counter to close the space between the two of you. Clearly he stopped by for a reason but you decide not to pry, enjoying the thrill of something new and different too much to let him slip out of coming back to visit. The station is only a few blocks away from here anyway, you may as well give yourself an excuse to see him again.

“I’m so grateful you saved this block and my shop, Captain Obi, you can come by every morning and I’ll have one of those ready for you.”

He looks at the bun and then looks at you, clicking his tongue.

“I couldn’t.”

You raise your brows and lean forward onto your elbows, looking up at him. He considers himself a gentleman but he looks down, catches a glimpse of your cleavage, and looks away.

“I insist. It’s the least I can do for a hero.”

How could he possibly say no to such a sweet offer?

[seektowrite]

God Dammit Hinawa!

Sora Moeru (OC) x Akitaru Obi (Fire Force)

(This one will not have a male and Non-binary versions due to it being for a friend’s OC) This is a fan-fic I wrote for a friend of mine, for context her OC is Captain of Company 9 and has had a thing for Akitaru Obi for a while. 

⚠️Disclaimer: Mature Content | FxM | Suggestive themes ⚠️

Word count: 2401

Nights like this were always exhausting for the two Captains. It was nice having Lieutenant Hinawa around to help with paperwork, but there were some papers only the Captains could fill out. Company 9 was residing in Company 8’s facility due to the upcoming mission on Adolla, and Captain Moeru and Captain Obi were in his office getting their paperwork sorted. Obi sat where he usually would at his desk, while Sora sat across from him. Papers on either side of the Captains, practically stacked up to their height. Sora Moeru sat quietly while her blue and red eyes focused on the stack of paperwork in front of her. The dimly lit office at Company 8's facility was filled with the sound of shuffling papers and the occasional scribbling of a pen. “Well isn’t this a bust,” Obi spoke causing Sora to look up from her task. He slumped back in his chair while ruffling his black hair through his fingers.

“Well, it’s what we have to do for our Companies.” Sora let out a soft giggle while she averted her gaze back to the paperwork in front of her. She could hear Obi shift around in his chair, and then eventually the sound of the wheels squeaked against the floor. Her gaze once again met his while he stood tall and stretched. His tight black shirt hugged his muscular form attentively. Sora gulped while watching him move from around his desk. “I think we need a break,” Obi's voice was kind, and a sense of mischievousness rolled off his tongue while he made his way to Sora. Her rare-colored eyes met his but she simply shook her head. “I would rather finish this and have at least an hour of sleep tonight.” Her gaze found its way back to the paperwork which caused Obi to squint at her. Then, an idea popped in his head. He placed both hands on either side of the chair she sat in, and with little effort, he rolled the chair away from the desk taking Sora with it. 

She let out a playful sigh while her hold on the table failed. “Aki! We need to finish our work.” She whined slightly while Obi had a stupid grin on his face. “We can work after, let’s get some food! Substance Sora! Our bodies need it.” He then swirled the chair around causing her to face his stomach. Sora shook her head once more at the other Captain while gazing up at him. “Aki, work.” She spoke slightly demanding while swirling her chair back around to the desk. "Sora, you've been working nonstop," Obi spoke from behind her, his voice filled with genuine worry. "You need a break." She sighed and picked up her pencil ready to get back to it. "I... I still have so much to do, Aki. I can't afford to take a break right now." Obi’s expression softened, and he placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "Sora, it's important to take care of yourself too. You can't give your best if you're exhausted." Sora's resistance wavered, and she reluctantly nodded. "Alright fine, but right after we get back to work. No if’s and’s or but’s."

Obi grinned and removed his hand from her shoulder. "That's the spirit! Now let’s go make a late-night snack together! It'll give you a chance to relax and recharge." Sora's eyes found his gaze again while she stood up from her chair. His smile warmed her heart while she watched him grin and take her hand leading her to the kitchen. The kind gesture made Sora’s heart pick up slightly, but she quickly shook off the feeling. They made their way to the kitchen, and soon Obi released his grasp on her hand. “Let’s see…” He trailed off while opening the fridge and looking for easy ingredients for a snack. “I can make you a sandwich, maybe soup, or even just some fruits. What are you up for?” He asked while turning around to face her. Sora was slightly taken aback by his words. Make her something? She thought they were going to make food together.

“Obi, if you’re hungry you don’t have to use me as an excuse.” She softly chuckled and then stood beside him also gazing into the fridge. “How about I make you something? How about a Turkey sandwich?” She smiled while she turned to meet his gaze only to realize the two were very close. Her eyes widened slightly as she could smell his aftershave and felt his toned form slightly brush hers. It became very apparent just how small she was compared to him as well. Obi towered over her, even while he slouched slightly to get a better view of inside the fridge. A smile painted his lips while he softly chuckled standing up straight. He scratched the back of his neck and then leaned his back against the island directly behind the two. “I wasn’t using you as an excuse, but if you’re offering to make me something, I can’t say no.” He flashed Sora a toothy smile while she rolled her eyes. 

After grabbing the ingredients out of the fridge, she set them down on the island causing Obi to move slightly. “I’m not the only one doing work here, you make me something in return.” Sora stuck her tongue out at the tall Captain causing him to chuckle. “That’s only fair~” Obi playfully teased while looking back in the fridge and pulling out some ingredients. As the two made food for each other, they couldn’t help but consistently sneak glances. When Sora would cut slices of turkey, Obi couldn’t help but watch her small gentle hands. When Obi would wash the fruit, Sora would gaze at his toned arms and the cute faces he would make. When Sora would take a bite of tomato, Obi could only smile at her adorable satisfied look. And when Obi would cut the stems off the strawberries, Sora would admire the little breaths that left his lips. 

‘She’s so cute.’

‘He’s so cute.’

They thought to themselves and eventually finished making each other food. As Sora was about to hand Obi his sandwich, he stopped her. “You gotta present it like we’re on a cooking show!” Obi playfully spoke while taking a seat on the other side of the island to act like the judge. Sora rolled her eyes and then giggled, “Alright alright.” She then grabbed one of the dome covers for food and placed it over the sandwich. “Captain Moeru, what will you present for us today?” Obi spoke, slightly pitching his voice to sound like a show host. “Well Mr. Obi, today I have a beautifully crafted Turkey Sandwich.” Sora then removed the cover and place it to the side. “For the bread, we have focaccia bread lightly toasted to perfection. Encompassed in the crispy dough, mayonnaise lightly coats the underbelly. Thin slices of tomato were then strategically placed along with savory cut turkey slices. We also have some perfect al dente sliced Gouda cheese, along with crispy lettuce.” 

Sora then bowed and pushed the plate over to Obi. He quickly grabbed a napkin and tucked it into his collar. “Sounds delicious Captain Moeru, let’s give it a go.” Obi then gently picked up the sandwich, and with one swift motion, he took a bite. The crispy toast crunch echoed through the kitchen causing Sora’s mouth to slightly water. Maybe she actually was hungry. Obi set the rest of the sandwich down while he chewed the masterpiece Sora created. His body relaxed and practically melted in his seat. His eyes half-lidded while his head slightly tipped back. “This is the best sandwich I’ve ever had…” He spoke sounding slightly muffled due to the food in his mouth but also with satisfaction lingering off his tongue. Sora smiled softly at him while she watched Obi melt due to the food she made. “I’m glad you like it, Aki.” She spoke sweetly and then made her way over to Obi. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to gently massage them.

“You don’t have to present for me, I’m sure Strawberries are self-explanatory.” Sora giggled while sitting beside Obi while still massaging his shoulders. He faced his back to her and let his body fully relax under her touch. The dimly lit kitchen gave the atmosphere of late-night dining under low light. Sora would occasionally remove a hand from Obi to eat a strawberry, while Obi would occasionally let out soft sighs due to her touch. His sounds sent Sora into a state-like haze along with the sweet fruit. Then, without realizing it, Sora leaned closer and gently placed a kiss on the back of Obi’s neck. As if on cue, Sora realized what she did and quickly backed away removing her hands from his shoulders. “I-I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me.” She nervously chuckled while swiftly standing. “Maybe it’s time to get back to work.” Sora then turned to leave the kitchen, but her wrist got caught in Obi’s grasp. 

When she turned to face him, her body was quickly pulled into his embrace. His muscular arms wrapped around her small petite figure while her body was pressed against his toned stomach. His smell danced around her, causing Sora to slightly lose focus. “Aki…” she trailed off not sure what to make of this sudden embrace. Obi then let out a hefty sigh while gently pulling her closer. “How do you feel about me, Sora?” He asked softly, a hint of anticipation on his tongue. Both of her hands were placed on his pectorals while she inhaled sharply due to the unexpected question. “I-I feel…” she trailed off. For as long as she can remember, she's always been fond of Obi, but due to their status in their companies, she never acted on those feelings. 

Sora was scared, her body slightly trembled which Obi noticed. He gently released her and kneeled down to almost match her height. He held her hands in his and lovingly gazed into her eyes which were glazed over. “You can be honest with me, there’s nothing to fear Sora.” His voice was so soft, almost too soft to make out. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear while scanning for any sign of discomfort, but all he saw was worry. He was about to speak again, but Sora spoke first. “Y-you’ve become someone in my life that I… can’t stop thinking about…” She trailed off while averting her gaze. A soft pink painted her cheeks which caused Obi to smile. Then, he leaned closer to her soft milky skin and placed a kiss on her cheek. When he pulled away, Sora locked eyes with him, surprised by the sudden kiss. Her mouth was slightly agape and her hands gripped his tighter. Obi then let out a soft chuckle while he rose to his feet.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you nervous before.” Obi teased causing Sora to snap back to reality. She playfully shoved at his shoulder and scoffed and was about to speak, but then Obi leaned close to her ear. His breath sending shivers down her spine, “It’s tempting me to do things to this beautiful body of yours~” Sora stilled, and her eyes widened again at his words. Not once has she experienced Obi’s domineering side, he was also so happy-go-lucky and a goofball, but this, this sent an aching feeling to her core causing her to slightly pushed her legs together. Obi noticed the little movement and let out a low chuckle in her ear. “How cute~” He then cupped one side of her neck and brought his lips to the other side, gently leaving a kiss. He pulled away for a moment to see if she would protest or back away, just to check if he was going too far. But once his lips left her neck, it was as if on instinct her body leaned closer to his. 

Her grip slightly tighten in his shirt while she sighed sweetly. “H-How do you feel about me? Aki?” She asked sounding out of breath which caused him to smirk against her skin. “Well, you’re a wonderful Captain of Company 9… You’re always so determined and work hard… You know how to get things done… and your ambition is so alluring… You’re smile makes my heart beat faster… and the way your lips move makes me want to taste them…” In between pauses, Obi would gently leave kisses on her neck causing Sora to let out soft sighs. And once he was finished, he brought his face to her and hooked a finger under her chin. Their lips almost touching causing Sora’s heart to quickly and butterflies to form in her stomach. Her eyes were half-lidded along with his while they gazed at each other's lips. Sora gulped, while Obi followed. His finger was still under her chin while his other was snaked gently around her waist pulling her closer. Her grip still on his shirt while her body was pressed closer to his toned form.

“I want to kiss you Sora, I wanna taste you so bad…” Obi’s voice slightly quivered with want and need while Sora gently ran her tongue over her lips causing Obi to groan slightly. The tension between the two was rising, and they both could feel it. Sora wanted to give in, but she also wanted to see how he would react if she denied him of her any longer. “Aki, How do you… really feel about me.” Her eyes found his while he gazed down at her with love and want. The grip he had on her waist tightened with her question as he gulped again. “I-” Just then Lieutenant Hinawa walked into the kitchen wearing white short-shorts along with a plaid button-up and a sleep cap. He held a mug in hand while he stared at the two in the middle of the kitchen. The room fell silent, Sora in Obi’s embrace while Hinawa just stared unamused. 

“Good morning,” Hinawa spoke nonchalantly while walking past the two. Sora then gritted her teeth and lunged out of Obi’s grasp and at Hinawa. She grabbed his sleep cap and ripped it off his head. “God Dammit Hinawa! I was about you fuck your Captain!”

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I hope you enjoyed it (you know who you are). Why do you like to get cock blocked? I will never know.

[kusaka6e]

GENTLEMAN

obi x fem!reader

nsfw, 18+ !!!

insp by gentleman by gallant

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akiteru obi is the epitome of a gentleman.

he’s considerate, respectful, communicative, and absolutely keeps chivalry alive.

you’d honestly lost faith in men like him even existing, and you were sure he was too good to be true when you two met. obi was always a little more of an “old school” lover, and this only intensified when you shared your dating horror stories with him. he realized you’d never experienced genuine love, and he was determined to be the first and only one to show it to you.

he refuses to let you open any doors, loves bringing you elaborate flower arrangements, holds umbrellas for you at the slightest drop of rain, gives you his jackets, carries your shopping bags and watches you try on all the pretty little outfits for him you want, cooks for you, actually knows how to listen and when to give advice or solutions; he’s really an angel on earth.

“don’t you touch that door!”

“obi, my hands work just fine!”

even with his early hours for work, you’ll still wake up to a plate of breakfast with a little love note on it from him almost every morning.

akiteru obi also fucks like a gentleman.

he handles you so delicately every time. perching you in his lap and taking his time kissing all over you, both of you taking turns undressing each other one piece of clothing at a time.

always reminding you how beautiful you are. it doesn’t matter how many times he’s touched you, kissed you, or seen you naked. he cannot shut up about how amazing you look.

“my pretty baby.”

“you’re so pretty for me like this, angel.”

“i could look at you just like this all day. you’re so beautiful, honey.”

he always wants to get consent from you every time he does anything. in your earlier days he would ask out loud, but you two have learned each other well enough to communicate this in eye contact and nods of your heads by now.

and like a true gentleman, he always makes sure you cum first. usually multiple times before him. there have been more than a few nights where tears have been rolling down your face from overstimulation, obi grinning from between your thighs after making you finish again.

“we’re just getting started, sweetheart.”

the aftercare he gives is heavenly. he either runs you a bath or shower depending on what you’re feeling (and how rough he was). of course, he always wants to join you, but lets you have the space to yourself to decompress sometimes too. if he’s not bathing with you, he’s changing the sheets, laying out your favorite pajamas for you, and setting out water or snacks if you want.

if he’s bathing with you, he’s doing everything for you. washing your hair, taking care of your skincare routine, massaging any soreness from your body.

he’s a perfect gentleman and takes great care of you <3

[newtthetranswriter]

Hello! Could I request some fluff for captain Obi please?

I was thinking about something that his crush does that makes him stop working? Like something cute he just exe.stopped working.

Thank you!

Word Count:753

Pairing: Captain Obi x Gn!Reader

A/n: Hello, thank you so much for requesting. Fire force is one of my favorites and there’s not enough content out there so thank you for this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and as always remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

   Akitaru Obi is the kind of guy who speaks his mind no matter what, that’s what makes him a great captain. Only problem is there is one member of Company 8 that can render Obi speechless, Y/n. When they joined Company 8 everyone was just glad to have another crew member to help lighten the load on the small unit. No one ever expected that the nerdy 3rd generation would be able to break the great Captain Obi.

   It started out with small things, like Y/n offering to help out with cleaning up Obi’s office so his workout equipment wouldn’t get in the way of meetings, or Y/n offering to make dinner when everyone was exhausted from a hard day of dealing with infernals. Obi admired how much Y/n was willing to do in order to help everyone out, and that’s all he thought it was. What both Obi and Y/n failed to notice, but was quickly picked up by the less dense members of Company 8, was how there was a slight hint of favoritism aimed at the Pyrokinetic from the Captain.

  Obi had unintentionally started to put Y/n above the rest of the Squad. Not in large ways but more so checking in on them repeatedly after they took a hit during a call, or giving them extra breaks from paperwork when they make a comment about being bored. Maki and Hinawa had both noticed and tried to ask him about it, but Obi just brushed them off saying he was like that with everyone.

   This all went on for a few months, Obi being softer on Y/n and the others trying to get him to see it, hell even Arthur picked up on it. Eventually, It was ultimately Y/n who made him realize he had in fact been nicer to them and that he has a crush on them. It had been a quiet day, no calls to deal with Infernals and luckily the crew had managed to complete the mountain of paperwork that usually occupied the office space. After about an hour of Shinra and Arthur pestering the Lieutenant, Hinawa finally agreed to let everyone take the day to relax as long as they stayed alert for any potential calls.

   Taking advantage of the somewhat free day, Y/n decided to bake some cookies for the crew as a treat for all the hard work they had been doing. Y/n spent the first part of the day straightening the kitchen and making sure everything was ready for their day of baking. With everything clean they turned on the small radio, got the ingredients out and started baking. Lost in their own little world dancing around the kitchen while mixing the cookie dough, they failed to notice that the Captain had come into the room. Obi’s original plan was to get a quick snack and glass of water, he was not expecting to see Y/n dancing around the kitchen mixing bowl in hand while a song he recognized as being from before the Great Cataclysm played from the radio. The sight caused Obi to freeze in the doorway, completely entranced. 

    Having finished mixing the dough, Y/n turned to set the bowl on the counter, only to be startled by the sight of their Captain standing frozen in the doorway. Being slightly startled, but also concerned, Y/n spoke up. “Is there anything I can do for you, Captain?” They asked. 

    It took Obi a few seconds to process that Y/n had spoken to him, but as he was about to respond and dash away like nothing happened, the alarm sounded followed by the Lieutenant rushing by saying there was a call. Obi watched as Y/n sighed before quickly placing the bowl of cookie dough in the fridge turning to get ready for the call. Obi was still slightly frozen having realized watching Y/n be carefree was one of his new favorite things, and he only moved to respond to the call when Y/n moved to exit the kitchen and had brushed past him trying to get out.

   Obi shook his head, focusing on the job at hand, but not before deciding he was going to talk to them after this call and admit his feelings. Sure, he just figured them out himself, but with the way the world was any day could be they’re last so why not spend it with the ones you love.

[candyfloss5000]

Instantly thought this during this scene 💀

[omaano]

Rex meets R4 once he's somewhat recovered from his 200 years of dying-not-dying in the vacuum of space. I cannot wait for you all to read @dharmaavocado's The Old Guard AU fic they wrote for the @rexobibang!

If I Ever Leave This World Alive

Out in the vast well of space, Obi-Wan dreamed a man. He drifted from system to system, eternal and endless. Time and the cold had rendered the durasteel shackles around his wrists and ankles weak and brittle, and he had snapped them at some distant point in the past. Arms and legs free, he curled inward, knees drawn up to his chest. The man died. And then he lived. In which Obi-Wan and Rex may never leave this world alive.

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[angelltheninth]

Taking Care of Workaholic Star Wars Men

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kanan Jarrus, Captain Rex, Kylo Ren, Hux x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, cuddles, literal sleeping together, hint of an argument

A/N: I haven't done a post in this format for Star Wars for a long ass time.

Obi-Wan doesn't have to tell you that he's tired, you can see it on his face when he gets home. He knows there's no shame in taking a break, sometimes it's necessary but at the same time he's not sure if he can afford one as a Jedi.

When he gets home the first thing you do is sit him down and massage his hands, one by one, feeling the blisters under his fingers from so many years of fighting. You know that he likes you touching him like that so you make it a point to do so every time you notice he's feeling stressed about how much work he has to get done still.

"It feels nice when you hold my hand like that. I remember I used to think they're too rough but you insisted otherwise. I feel very blessed to have you by my side you know. There's still much to do, tomorrow and the days after, but every day I get to relax with you. Makes the effort more then worth it."

Kanan complains about being tired but he never does anything about it. He never takes a break unless it's very short ones in between missions you go on and it takes its tole on him. He tries not to let the crew notice but you do, you always notice.

When you pull him into a kiss to end the night he thinks you're gonna have a little bit of fun now that all the kids are sleeping. Not unless he gets sleep too, then you can think about it the next night. He never expected you to play that card on him. That feels a bit evil in his opinion but you call it a good strategy and taking care of your man.

"The kids are asleep, come here beautiful. Already pushing me on the bed? Someone wants it more then I thought. Why is the light off already? I remember your body but I'd still like to see you. We're not doing that tonight? I am a little tired but I can keep up. Are you really gonna play it like that? Lucky you that I love you so much."

Rex works with almost no break at all. He's a soldier, he'll take a break when the war is over. Until then he has to stay alert, even when he's asleep he's not fully relaxed. His brain is constantly working, going through strategies, and the brothers he's lost.

Kissing him definitely helps take his mind off things for a while but it's not a perfect solution. Any rest he gets is a victory in your eyes though. There are times where he goes days without sleep on missions and then comes back home to you, collapsing against a wall from how tired he is. He lets his cute side show when he curls up against you in bed, taking deep breaths for the first time in a while.

"Sorry love, I'm feeling a little tired tonight. Promise... 'm gonna take you on a date tomorrow. Today? What ever time I wake up. Talk to me, what have you been up to while I was away. Oh. That sounds fun, we gotta try that together sometime."

Kylo would rather die then admit he's been overworking himself. It's caused more then a few arguments between the two of you over the years and all of them end the same way, with angry, eventually soft kisses before you fall into bed together.

Since he won't take a break on his own you like visiting him on occasion. You don't tell him that it's a break, you asking him to walk with you a little, taking his mind off his duties for a while. During this time you hold his hand of course, much to a few laughs from the crew members. One grunt from him is enough to shut them up though.

"Another walk? Darling, I have more work to... you know what it does to me when you look at me like that. Keep it up and there won't me much walking for you. Only for a little bit. You sure do enjoy holding my hand don't you? You know that it makes everyone whisper about us. If it bothers you I can silence them."

Hux unfortunately doesn't get to decide when he takes breaks. It's all set in stone by his orders, his schedule that he has to keep. It is exactly why both of you have grown very fond of any moments of rest you can get together.

He loves to rest his head in your lap after a long day, kissing your hand while you run your fingers across his face, his hair, his chest, but no lower because he really doesn't have the energy. That kind of stuff is usually reserved for early mornings or very quick stolen moments.

"Another long day today. I really do need me a vacation don't I? Where would you like to go? I'll take you anywhere you want, sweetheart. Hm, maybe a nice watery planet, or maybe some alone time in the mountains somewhere. It's be a long time since we had proper alone time with each other."

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Master List Pt. 2

YouTubers

Swaggersouls

Streamers Dream - smut

Markiplier

Games of the many - smut

Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut

Sticks and stones - smut

That one look - smut

The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut

A need for it and her - smut

The stress is real - fluff

"Im sorry, honey" - fluff

Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut

Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut

Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff

Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut

Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut

Static (Darkiplier) - smut

Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff

Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff

Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff

Jacksepticeye

Blue tint and cold tiles - smut

Marvel

Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff

Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut

More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut

Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut

Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut

Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut

The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff

Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut

Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff

As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff

Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut

Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut

Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff

Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut

DC

Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff

Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut

Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut

Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut

TWD

Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut

Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut

Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff

Star Wars

The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut

The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut

Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff

Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut

The Witcher

How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff

Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff

Gotham

Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun

Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone

How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot

Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut

Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst

I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff

Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut

Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff

What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence

Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut

Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff

Fantastic Beasts

Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff

Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut

Boardwalk Empire

Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Can I suggest 4 and 47 with Howzer? Idk if you write for him but he’s a sweetheart I know. The last week everything has gone wrong….

Ohhhh sweetheart. You have no idea what you did to me. Let me tell you when I sat down and began writing... oh! It all came pouring out nearly 2000 words later, and I have a fic for you. I really hope you love it. I did.

Love oo,

The Lullaby

Warning: Death, loss (various kinds), angst, comfort, kissing, tears.

Italics - flashback

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Howzer looked at the beautiful paradise island he and the Bad Batch escaped to. Pabu. To think there was such a beautiful place in this horrible galaxy. Every time he thought he found something it had been ripped away from him. He couldn’t help but wonder if this would be any different.

He glanced down to the bracelet you weaved on his wrist. The only thing he had left of you. His fingers trailed over it again and again. He lost you on Ryloth when he stood up to the Empire. There were days when just remembering your smiling face, the way you’d call his name when you laid beside him, your soft kisses and caresses were the only thing that kept him going. 

Especially when he started to lose his squad. When his men started to be taken from him too, he clung to the image of you all the more. He stood on the precipice that overlooked the island, it was majestic, a spot you would’ve loved to come to, to let the wind and sea take away your disquieting thoughts. He closed his eyes and breathed in the salty sea air. If you were there, beside him, he could see himself getting used to this. He could get used to a life full of peace and quiet … but you weren’t here. 

His eyes focused back down at the intricately woven bracelet you gave him, smiling as he remembered that day.

“Howzer show me your wrist” you smiled at him acting all cute and coy, your smile reaching all the way to your eyes.

“Why? What are you going to do to it?” He narrowed his eyes as he fought back a chuckle.

“Don’t be difficult and just show me your wrist.” You demanded with that smile never failing while you looked at him. It was his smile, one you reserved only for him as you stated over and over again.

“Fine, but if you do anything weird, I’m going to give you the worst tickle attack ever.” He warned as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“What weird, just hold it out” he did begrudgingly, giving you his wrist. He laughed when you pulled his wrist closer to you and turned your back so he couldn’t see what you were doing. It was a few seconds later, when you turned around smiling, “There. See. Not weird.”

He looked down at the threaded bracelet, it was the colour of his armour, the colour of your eyes, and the dark red colour of the sands of Ryloth. “It’s … it’s beautiful.”

“It’s you, me and Ryloth. The planet that brought us together,” you smiled leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips, “as long as you wear it, I’ll always be with you.”

A chuckle escaped his lips as he wrapped his arms around you, “Thank you. I love it, and you.” He pressed another kiss to your lips, “Thanks, cyar’ika, for making today a little less depressing.”

“Were you having a rough day?” You wrapped your arms around him tighter. 

“I was, but now that you’re here, and I have you…” he waved his wrist, “I’m better. You always chase the dark thoughts away.”

“I’ll make sure to always be here to chase the dark thoughts away.”

Howzer looked at his bracelet as a tear slid down his cheek, “… but you’re not here to chase the dark thoughts away.” He spoke out loud to the images of you in his mind.

Things since Ryloth had been difficult for you, you’d suffered a serious injury. In fact, you weren’t even sure how you made it off Ryloth and found yourself travelling with Phee. It took you a while to learn how to speak again, and even to remember the name Phee had generously given you. But she was patient with you, taking you with her each and every time. Repeating what needed to be repeated as often and as slowly as possible. Protecting you, when you needed to be protected. 

Even when you met the Bad Batch, she took her time introducing you to them. When had first met them they seemed somewhat familiar but it wasn’t quite right. They’re faces weren’t quite right, and you didn’t understand why.

You shrugged it off, not really worrying about it. Wrecker had been especially attentive towards you, even though you kept a friendly distance from him. Not that you found him unpleasant or unattractive, but your heart felt … occupied. It was a feeling that ... somehow you knew you were waiting for someone. Who that was, only the Force would know. 

As months dragged by, and bits of your old memory came back, you had found yourself being pulled time and time again to the colour, teal blue, it struck a chord with you. Deep inside, it reminded you of something. Every time you saw it, you had to have it. Blankets, scarves, sweaters, even underwear. It was a colour that made you feel comforted, that it was somehow a part of you. 

You heard from Phee more clones had joined the island, looking for a safe haven. You learned a few weeks after the Bad Batch arrived what clones were and why so many of them had the same face. Well at least a variation of the same face. You brushed off Phee’s comment, going on your usual walk when you hadn’t had a good night’s sleep, you wrapped the teal blue shawl around you, revelling in its comfort and safety. Not that it was particularly cold that day, but it had been a bad day for you, so you needed that extra warmth. 

The images and nightmares from the past week were overwhelming. The doctor had mentioned, it was all part of the healing process, as memories of your past continued to seep into your present, it could be overwhelming. Yet, as more images became clear, the more you didn’t want to remember. Not if it meant seeing people die, feeling a fear in your heart that you had lost someone. Someone dear. 

You feared for the day you saw the image of losing the one that had somehow captured your heart, you didn’t want to remember seeing that person being taken from you. However, that might be. 

You shook your head, climbing to the highest point of the island, it was the only way to calm your mind as you looked out over the whole island. Your footsteps faltered as you saw another person in your spot. You heard him talking to himself, you knew the sound of sorrow and pain, you heard it enough in your dreams. You shifted wanting to give this man privacy, only for your foot to hit a rock alerting him to your presence. 

Howzer turned quickly, as years of combat trained him, he wiped the tears from his face, and looked at you. His eyes welled up with tears once again, his jaw dropped open as the blood rushed from his face. 

“Cyar’ika?”

“I’m sorry?” You offered, not understanding the word that came out of his mouth. “I’m sorry for disturbing you. I didn’t realize anyone was here.” You tried to placate the man who looked like he’d seen a ghost. 

“It can’t be… cyare, is that … really you?” He stepped forward, wondering if you were an apparition, the way your hair billowed in the wind, the way you clung to the shawl wrapped around your shoulders, the same colour as his armour. You couldn’t be real. There was no way you could be real. He saw you … he saw you sprawled on the floor of Ryloth’s red sand, he saw the blood seeping out of your head. He remembered hearing the blaster shot and seeing you drop… it wasn’t possible. 

“I … I don’t know who you think I am… but that’s not me … I’m not siare,” you tried your best to copy the pronunciation and failing, “or whatever.”

“No. It is you…” he stepped forward smiling. “Don’t you remember me?” The look on your face hadn’t moved; it was one of confusion and loss. 

“I’m sorry, I …”

“Howzer. My name. I’m Captain Howzer. We … we worked together on Ryloth.” He walked closer, not wanting to scare you, taking small steps like he would with a terrified animal. Your mouth opened and closed a number of times as you tried to answer. He tried to rack his brain on something that would help jog your memory, he held up his wrist and showed the bracelet, “This. Do you remember this? You made this for me. I told you that ‘you made my day a little less depressing’.” He pleaded doing his best to try to hold back, he wanted to shake you, to wake you up, to hold you in his arms. He thought he’d lost you and … yet, you were here. You were alive.

“I … I made that?” You looked at the intricately woven bracelet. “Okay,” you huffed out a laugh, “now I know you’re lying. I’m not that talented.”

“Oh but you are cyare, you’re talented, beautiful, intelligent, brave, caring. You’re so much … you’re everything. You have to know there’s no one I could love like I love you. I …” he held back from saying more as he watched your eyes widen at his declaration, “Sorry. I’m sorry. I know this is overwhelming, but … you … we. We were something special.” He swallowed softly.

You shook your head and turned away, “I’m sorry for your loss but you’re mistaken…”

“The colour!”

He cut you off, not wanting you to leave, he needed you to stay.

“What?” You turned back to him. 

“The colour of your shawl, the colour of your bag, the wrap around your wrist, that teal blue colour. It means more to you than you can understand, right? You look at that colour and you feel at home, at peace. Complete.”

“How…” You narrowed your eyes at him, “How could you know that?”

“Because you told me, that’s … the colour of my armour ...” He looked down at the one he was wearing, “not this one, obviously. But the one I had back on Ryloth. The one you helped me maintain and paint. You always said this colour, the teal blue, was home for you because it reminded you of me.”

He took a step forward as a tear slid down your cheek, he took it as a sign that he was getting through. “You would have nightmares at times, and the only thing that ever calmed you down was when I held you in my arms, and sang to you. I would sing the lullaby your mother used to sing to you as a child. You taught me that on our first date…”

You shook your head, “I don’t…” your voice trailed off as Howzer started singing, his voice soft and strong, reaching into your soul. A familiarity and a comfort settling deep within you as you listened to him sing. Each word, each syllable brought back another memory. You saw the image of the two of you laughing, joking as you laid in bed. Him tickling you as you teased him. The way he held you close, when you lost another good soldier. Each note carried another memory, another reminder of the past you had lost. 

Tears streamed down your face, as Howzer kept moving closer, his voice never failing as he gently reached his hand to cup your cheek and tenderly wiping the tears away. A gesture he’d done a million times before, he slowly and softly wrapped his arms around you as he kept singing. Your own arms wrapping around him, as you held him close. You closed your eyes and let the tears come.

“Howzer …” you said his name, not one with doubt, but with recognition. With remembering. With longing. 

He tightened his arms around you, and kissed your temple, “Yes, cyar’ika. I’m here. I found you.” You both stood on the highest peak of Pabu, holding each other as your past finally found you again.

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[darthgloris]

Tell me the plot of this show (wrong answers only)

[saradika]

STAR WARS - 2023 FIC RECS

this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨

ANAKIN/VADER X F!READER

— Breathe Me In by @moonlight-prose

the jedi fell and darth vader rose to power, but there’s a secret he hides even from his own master.

— When Midnight Calls by @ladyxskywalker

anakin steps into the refresher, noticing how you left the door open for him, the steam filling the room inside from the misty hot water.

AXE WOVES X F!READER

— The Lady and the Merc by @flightlessangelwings

“The pleasure,” the leader took your hand, but instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it tenderly, “Is all mine,” he gave you a wink as you felt your skin burn under his touch, “And call me Axe Woves.”

BRASSO X F!READER

— Steadfast by @uwingdispatch

He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead before pulling back to look at you in that way only he could, with those bright eyes. “I think we should stay,” he said.

BOBA FETT X F!READER

— Be With Me by @imarvelatthestars

"It's late," he says.

— Boba Fett is in Love With You by @janghoefett

He’s known for some time now.

— Ex Libris by @daimyosprincess

There's much to be learned from the handsome professor Boba Fett, both about yourself and your pleasure.

— Kinktober Day Five: Virginity by @sinfulsalutations

You’ve never felt this small before.

— No Mercy by @daimyosprincess

Fennec Shand is many things, markswoman, assassin, the daimyo’s right hand, but merciful is not one of them. That's why she's the only one Boba Fett trusts to take care of you when he's away.

— Sound Asleep by @moodymisty

You swore you hadn’t had a nightmare since your childhood years; But even then, you couldn’t remember one like this.

— Small Favors by @daimyosprincess

The day Boba Fett called you a hellion, you were pretty certain it altered your brain chemistry.

— The App by @maybege

The App tells you who your perfect match is. But when Josh, your perfect-match-alpha, introduces you to his boss, you start to realise that the numbers are not always right.

DARTH MAUL X F!READER

— Dread by @bits-and-babs

a strange creature visits your dreams, promising to satiate a yearning body he heard call to him across the force. |  incubus!maul

— Serenity by @eloquentmoon

lord maul interrupts your nighttime stroll in the woods

ELIA KANE X F!READER

— Eat Your Young by @imarvelatthestars

It's the way she looks at you that does you in, the blatant hunger that glints in Elia's eyes, the knowledge that she always has you just within reach and that you'll always fall for her time and again. 

GALEN ERSO X READER

— I Didn't Know The Time by @ladyxskywalker

an unseasonable rain causes an unexpected shift in your new year’s plans, but, as it turns out, both of you wouldn’t have it any other way

GRAND ADMIRAL THRAWN X F!READER

— Amuse Bouche by @bits-and-babs

A state dinner leaves the Grand Admiral wanting far more than was offered.

— Show of Good Faith by @bits-and-babs

grand admiral thrawn has a unconventional way of convincing neighbouring planets to pledge allegiance to the empire.

KINO LOY X F!READER

— I Want You to Show Me Weak by @tarabyte3

You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

— Ownership of Mine by @amywritesthings

The Empire has integrated their prison systems, with you as one of the few women now incarcerated at Narkina 5. The unit manager takes you under his wing – but for reasons you didn’t anticipate.

OBI-WAN X F!READER

— Dust to Dust by @avarkriss

A generous gift bestowed upon a very pretty desert hermit

—Kinktober Day 5: Table Sex by @flightlessangelwings

“You wished to see me, Lord Kenobi?” you asked from the doorway to his office where you stood at attention.

— Serve My Worries Away by @friskynotebook

In which Obi-Wan gets in a fight with a printer and the printer wins.

— Sweetend Craving by @moonlight-prose

“he’d want the last thing he ever heard to be the sound of you tipping over the edge, falling into a bliss you both craved.”

— What’s The Harm? by @obixwan

Quinlan set Obi-Wan up with a friend and now, Obi-Wan can’t help himself.

POE DAMERON X GN!READER

— Because You Left by @againstacecilia

“What happened? With us?” / “We just… Grew apart. That’s all.” / “No, I don’t think that’s it. Not entirely.”

THE CLONES X F!READER

— Better Than The Universe by @sinfulsalutations

Rex enjoys the mindlessly affection-filled morning he deserves

— Kinktober Day 15 by @samspenandsword

Overstimulation with Daddy Rebels!Rex

— Keep In The Heat by @sinfulsalutations

Wrecker is cold. His girl knows a solution

— Return To Sender by @keravnos-kori

halla has been alone for the past three years. as it turns out, relocating to coruscant and attending a prestigious university hasn’t been as glamorous as she originally expected - but when a new opportunity comes along for her to prove the republic’s injustices committed against clone troopers, she might get more than she bargained for when the power structure suddenly collapses and is replaced by something far more sinister…

— Strategies in Fliration by @floral-force

When you take a risk and join your friends for a night out, a handsome stranger sets his eyes on you. You boldly approach him and ask him what war tactics he has in his arsenal. | captain rex

— Sweet Thing by @starrylothcat

Wrecker has a crush on you, a local sweet shop owner. Will he find the courage to ask you out? 

— Some Rex and Relaxation by @daimyosprincess

After a hard week, Rex makes it his mission to see that you forget all about it.

— The Coffee Shop by @samspenandsword

You own a coffee house on Coruscant famed for its especially strong and rare brews. One day, you find yourself meeting the Marshal Commander for the Coruscant Guard.

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

[captainsophiestark]

Subtle Clues

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 4 Prompt: "Do you even know what this means?"

Summary: Anakin and his SO think they're doing a great job of keeping their relationship a secret. They are not.

Word Count: 1,197

Category: Fluff, Humor

Dedicated to @ghostofskywalker for her help coming up with an idea for this prompt! Thanks Tori!!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"You know, I don't think I've ever been in Skyguy's quarters before. Have you?"

That one little question from Ahsoka, Anakin's padawan, made my heart stop in my chest. I'd been in Anakin's quarters many, many times, the most recent being just last night when we fell asleep curled up on his couch together. But because of the Jedi, I couldn't admit that I was dating Anakin. It was our most carefully kept secret. So, I shook my head.

"I probably have at some point, I've known him so long," I said, being very careful to sound casual. "But I don't remember the last time, or for what."

"I bet he's a mess," Ahsoka chimed, skipping along next to me without a care in the world. I smiled a little, despite how tired I was.

Anakin, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, and I were shipping out from Coruscant after a brief stint back here. Anakin had left early this morning, along with Captain Rex and a few other key members of the 501st, to start getting things back in order. As a result, I'd had to wake up even brighter and earlier to get back to my own quarters before Rex showed up to leave with Anakin. Now, because Anakin had forgotten his datapad, I had to go all the way back to his quarters a few hours later to get it for him.

"He's definitely a mess," I grumbled. To be fair, I'd probably qualify too. But still.

We pushed open the door to his room, and Ahsoka stepped through without a moment's hesitation. Anakin had said he'd left his datapad on the bedside table, so that's where I headed while Ahsoka looked around the living room.

I sighed heavily when I got into the bedroom and found it exactly where he'd said it'd be. Exactly where he'd left it last night, after we'd moved from the couch to the bed in a sleep-haze and watched a few short holos on it before passing out again. I tucked it into my bag, then headed back into the living room.

"Y/N! Look at this!"

I found Ahsoka standing just behind the couch in the living room, waving a t-shirt around in the air. A second later I had a heart attack as I realized it was mine, my favorite casual shirt, that I'd ditched last night in favor of stealing some of Anakin's clothes that also qualified as favorites.

I gave a noncommittal hm, trying to figure out how best to respond and not look incredibly, immediately suspicious, but Ahsoka quickly latched on to my initial response.

"Do you even know what this means?"

I tried not to let the irritation or panic show on my face. "Uh... Anakin's a mess?"

"No! There's no way this is his, he hates this band."

I swore, loudly, in my head. I was going to kill my boyfriend for forgetting his stupid datapad the next time I saw him.

"It means that Skyguy had somebody in here with him! Y/N, what if he's dating somebody?"

"Wow, Ahsoka, that's... wow."

"I wonder who it could be?" she said, talking to herself more than me. She turned away and started pacing the room, my t-shirt held tight in her hand. I tried to think of something, anything, to get out of this situation, but my mind kept drawing a blank. "I mean, who could he have brought into the temple without someone noticing? It's not like other Jedi make a habit of losing clothes in each other's rooms..."

I stood frozen in the doorway to the bedroom, using every ounce of strength and training I'd ever received to keep my expression neutral. There had to be a way out of this, some way to get Ahsoka to drop it and move on-

"Master Kenobi!"

My head snapped up, my heartbeat jumping to lightning speed at Ahsoka's words. Sure enough, Obi-Wan stood in the door with his hands on his hips, watching the two of us.

"What are the two of you doing in here?" he asked. "We're supposed to be leaving in a few minutes."

"Anakin... forgot his datapad..." I said weakly, holding up the object in question. He looked from that, to me and the obvious unease I must've been radiating through the force, to Ahsoka, still holding my shirt in the air. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I see that. And what do you have, young Padawan?"

"I found this shirt in here," she said, holding it out to him. "I think Master Skywalker might have been... with someone."

Obi-Wan walked over to Ahsoka and pretended to inspect the shirt, stroking his beard and giving a thoughtful 'hm'. The whole time, I focused all my energy on projecting the loudest "NO!" possible at him through the force. He must've heard it, but he was clearly ignoring it.

"Well, that's an easy answer. It belongs to Y/N."

The words were out of his mouth faster than I could stop him. I used the force to grab a pillow off of Anakin's bed and hurled it at Obi-Wan, which he annoyingly ducked. Ahsoka looked between the two of us, mouth open in shock.

"WHAT?"

"They've been dating for quite some time now."

Ahsoka whirled on me. "You and Skyguy told Obi-Wan and not me?"

"They didn't tell me," Obi-Wan continued, jumping in before my brain could unfreeze enough for an answer. I just stared between him and Ahsoka, mouth gaping like a fish. "They're just terrible at hiding it. I caught the two of them kissing behind a column in the Temple when we got back here a few weeks ago."

Ahsoka stared at Obi-Wan in shock, and he looked back, his arms crossed. I finally managed to shake myself out of it, the horror wearing off a little faster than when Obi-Wan had caught me and Anakin. I sighed, walking past both of my friends on my way to the door.

"We might not be as good at hiding it as we want to be, but the two of you are still the only two who know besides Padmé and the 501st, so... do us a favor and keep it to yourselves. And sorry we didn't tell you earlier, Soki."

I didn't miss the look Ahsoka and Obi-Wan exchanged as I passed them, instead choosing to ignore it. We were supposed to be leaving in ten minutes, after all, and now that I had Anakin's datapad there was no reason for me to wait around any longer.

"Do you want me to bring your shirt?"

I froze on the threshold at Ahsoka's question, grimacing. I didn't need to turn around to see Kenboi's smirk. I cleared my throat.

"Yes please, Ahsoka. Thank you."

"Sure thing."

Her tone was teasing, and I knew Anakin and I were going to be hearing about this almost nonstop from his young Padawan. I guess we'd deserve it, since we were apparently much worse at keeping secrets than we thought we were, but still. I wanted to get on board the ship with Anakin as soon as possible so I wouldn't have to take the brunt of the teasing alone.

[kometqh]

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂..

Captain Rex x F!Reader x Fives Every night, without fail, you wake up crying, heaving as you realise the monsters of your nightmares have been long left behind on the battlefields you fought on alongside your beloved Clone Troopers, the 501st Legion. Every night, without fail, you note down all your thoughts and feelings onto paper, into your beloved Diary that your Jedi Master has given to you as a gift. What happens when the Captain and Trooper of the 501st get their hands on your prized possession? Word Count: 2845 Warnings: Very much unedited, most definitely not lore-accurate as I have just begun to watch Clone Wars. A/N: A spur-of-the-moment kind of fic, it will be a two parter story :) It does say Female reader as that is what I had in mind, however there are no pronouns or descriptions used that allude to the reader being female!

Your body shot straight up, sweat rolling down the side of your temple, shoulders heaving up and down rapidly through heavy breaths. You wearily scanned the area, the room you found yourself in, your bedroom, hidden under a blanketed darkness. You could vaguely make out the different shapes of objects in your room; the steel wardrobe, the desk seated in a faraway corner, the tall frame of the door. The small line of light that peaked through provided some comfort, some more visibly.

A shaky hand reached for the night light beside your temporary bed - a silver steel, upright lamp that provided a bright, white light. It didn't provide much comfort as hard white light flooded the room, but it was enough to convince you that the terrors in your dreams weren't physically present in your waking days. 

Heaving a slow, heavy sigh, you slid back down into the pale comfort of your sheets, hugging a pillow to your body. 

As you laid there, light still on, eyes shut, you were engulfed in the sound of deafening silence. You could almost hear the light buzzing of the mechanical structures of the ship, ringing in your ears. 

You sighed again, turning your body to face the door. The light from the outside tickled at your eyelids, forcing them to flutter open. With a groan, you shoved your nose deeper into the soft material of your pillow, beginning to count down, hoping that, the mental image of numerous General's jumping up and down like innocent sheep, would lull you back to sleep soon enough.

Mini Skywalker's, Plo Koon's and Obi Wan Kenobi's cluttered your mind, hopping over a tall fence as you silently counted, 'One.. Two.. Three' and so on. It was definitely interesting image to think of, but in the meantime, it did little to stop your body from tossing and turning, heaving and sighing, twisting in your sheets.

With another, heavy sigh, you reached into your bedside draw, pulling out a small notebook and pen. You flipped it to the most recent page, jotting down the date and time, a small curse leaving your lips as you noticed the time; 01:25. 

You were going to become a zombie at this rate.

Nethertheless, you began spilling words onto the page, the crease between your brows easing as time passed, the fast pace of your heartbeat steadying with each word that slipped past the boundaries of your mind.

By the time sleep had finally pulled you into it's clutches, your mind could tell the ship was leaving hyperspace, and approaching a new atmosphere, your diary and pen abandoned at your side, left open on the most recent page yet again.

You awoke when the ship had landed; merely five hours later. The metal hit the ground with a thud, successfully forcing your eyes open. You laid there for a long while, ears twitching as you listened to the distant sounds of clone troopers wandering the hallways, accompanied by loud chatter and laughter. 

Those moments, those peaceful moments, where your men could take a moment to relax and unravel were your favourite. You fought hard to keep every single one alive, the guilt chipping away at your sturdy resolve, discipline and beliefs in the Jedi rules. 

You had broken one of the most important rules from the very beginning; it was forbidden to form attachments. How could you abide by such a cruel rule, when you were stationed with the same men for the last three years, getting to know them, living with them, laughing and sharing meals? To you, such a rule shouldn't exist. You could tell many other Jedi also disagreed with it - Anakin Skywalker being one amongst many. Even Obi Wan Kenobi, whose rebellious personality did very little to hide his affections for a certain Mandalorian Senator..

Taking in a deep breath, you slowly opened your eyes, looking around the room. 

A warm glow peaked through the tightly shut curtains, warming your skin in a gentle embrace. Even though your eyes burned with exhaustion, you had willed yourself to get up. It was already 07:00, your men were definitely up and ready for their mission briefing. 

Though they'd have to wait a little longer, you supposed.

This was meant to be an easy, diplomatic mission centred around a Neutral planet. You and your troops, the 501st, would be ensuring the citizens' safety, and potentially discussing joining the Democratic Republic. 

After spending some time getting ready, you left your quarters, silently stalking through the hallways, a distant rumble of the canteen ringing in your ears. The closer you got, the more shouts and lively conversations you could hear. 

All of those men shared the same exact voice, but the small differences in speech patterns, accents, tone and volume, were enough for you to be able to distinguish between your squadron without even seeing any of their faces.

Tugging your robes closer to your body, you entered the canteen, heading straight for the food buffet. It was going to be a simple mission - grab some toast, some water, and escape before anyone could notice you. 

And simple it would of been, if it wasn't for a certain Captain's sharp eyes and enhanced instincts; as if an alarm went off in his head anytime you appeared within his vicinity. 

In no time, you felt his warm breath fan over the back of your neck, his chest close enough for you to feel the coolness radiating off his body armour.

"Good morning, Captain." You spoke softly, a hint of tiredness still laced within your voice as you blinked slowly, placing a piece of toast on your tray.

"G'morning General," His voice came out a rolling, warm rumble, directly by your ear as Rex leaned over you, "What are you having for breakfast?" He asked, his honey-brown eyes scanning over your food tray. 

"Nuffin special, Captain, just a plain toast and water, how 'bout you?" You asked, moving away from the queue and to an empty table. You looked to Rex, noticing the corners of his lips tugging upwards, the sight warming your closed-off heart. You desperately wanted to cradle the side of his face in your palm, to soothe over the lines that wedged themselves between his eyebrows, noticing his exhaustion still showing even after a decent night's sleep.

"I've already had my breakfast with Fives and Echo, woke up quite early actually." He spoke softly, a chuckle escaping his lips as his palm rested on the small of your back, leading you to your seat.

Confusion took over your body as you sat down, bringing the toast up to your lips, taking a bite. "So, why are you here then, Captain?" You asked through a mouthful, eyeing him up and down, confusion clear as day across your face. 

At that, his face hardened into one he wore often during meetings and battles, an uncertain heaviness clouding his eyes. His fists clenched atop his lap, his lips pulling into a thin line. He wished to discuss the mission with you; hoping to lessen the number of men needed. Though he wasn't sure how willing you'd be to give your men a small vacation, he still wanted to attempt to provide his brothers with some respite. 

What kind of Captain would he be if he didn't consider his soldiers' health?

"Actually- I wanted to discuss the mission with you, General," He paused, breaking eye contact as his gaze dropped to his lap, then scaled back up to focus on the ice-blue, steel table separating the two of you, "I was thinking-"

"Thinking too much isn't good for you Rex, you've got enough lines on your forehead already." You joked, interrupting the clearly tense Captain. As you eyed him up and down with a soft smile, his shoulders visibly relaxed, the thin line his lips had become turning into the softest of smiles, his cheeks puffing up into marshmallows over the stretch. 

"W-Well, I was wondering if you could allow my men to take this time to rest." He stated, his voice dropping to a low rumble as he eyed you from underneath a curtain of lashes. He was using his best puppy eyes, knowing very well what effect those had on you.

You blinked once, then twice, your eyes widening owlishly as you stared at Rex.

Was he.. Trying to woo you?

You sat just the smallest bit straighter, your shoulders stiffening as you begged the Maker for Rex to not pick up on the sudden stiffiness that clutched onto your body with a steel grip.

Why was he making things so much harder for you?

"R-Rex.. I'm not sure I-" You started, your stomach dropping as he released a defeated sigh.

"I know General, I know.. It's just that, after the last mission, we're all still quite exhausted." He spoke, his gaze unwavering as he leaned closer to you, his scent invading your nostrils. He smelled of the Canteen's breakfast, a faint scent of aftershave lingering over him. Had he shaved already? You never got to see more than a hint of stubble on his jaw and chin, before it was gone with the wind; like it never even existed.

That's why you were grateful for Fives; that man's goatee could never disappoint. You were sure a beard of some sorts would suit Rex so well - it wasn't too difficult to imagine with his brother around, serving as an example. 

What would it feel like to feel the short hairs underneath your fingers? To feel the smooth skin of his cheek under your palm? The soft plushness of his lips against yours-

"General?" He interrupted your fleeting thoughts, a glint of hope shining in his eyes as you shook your head lightly. 

It was the defeated, gentle sigh that gave you away. 

If it were anyone else, Rex would never dare to ask such a question. But with you- with you, his men felt most comfortable, most safe. They respected you, and could feel you returning that respect every time you'd prioritise their lives over yours, telling them to retreat, to find cover as you had a handle on every situation, on every battle. You never abandoned them.

"Fine.. But I'll need at least one of you to accompany me." You paused, quirking a brow at the Captain, conveying your seriousness in just one look. "And I'll need the men to be on guard, okay? We can't risk being caught off guard if anything were to happen." You finally finished, your toast long forgotten, cooling down in the chilled canteen, as Rex graced you with the gentlest of smiles, his gaze softening the longer he listened to you.

He knew he could count on you, and he would prove to you that this wasn't a mistake. That it wouldn't be. 

Clearing his throat, Rex stood up from his seat, rounding the table to you. 

"Thank you General, I can assure you that the squadron will be ready for any and every circumstance, and I will personally escort you to the meetings. You have my word." He spoke, reaching his hand out for yours. Confusedly, you extended your hand into his grasp, a hint of pink dusting your cheeks as he pressed a swift kiss to your knuckles.

"R-Re- Uhm, Captain," You stuttered and paused, clearing your throat as you prayed for the blush to go away, "There is no need to thank me." You insisted, slowly getting up from your seat. His gaze followed you, tracing over your body with an unknown emotion hiding behind his thick lashes.

"Thank you General, now if you'll excuse me, I'll go inform the others that haven't heard." He stated, bidding you a goodbye, cheers following soon after as Rex lifted a hand, signing a thumbs up to some of his men behind you. Your gaze followed his form as you watched him exit the canteen, his head turning to look back at you one last time before the doors slid shut behind him. 

"What the hell was that.." You whispered, continuing your breakfast as your thoughts ran at tens of miles an hour, a blush permanently settled on your cheeks.

-

"Captain, are you sure this is a good idea?" Fives asked as he adjusted his helmet, following Rex as they made their way to your quarters.

"Yes yes, I'm sure. She should be in here anyway." Rex stated, waving his brother's concerns off as they rounded the corner, your bedroom doors coming into sight. "Besides, she said we should meet her at her quarters before we depart." He insisted, coming to a stop by your doors.

Raising his fisted hand, Rex knocked on your doors three times before backing away, waiting for a response. 

As a moment turned into a minute, and a minute turned into three, Rex knocked again, this time calling out your title. "General? Are you in there?" He asked, his voice raised in uncertainty. When he received no reply once again, he shook his head.

"I don't think she's in there." He turned to Fives, feet ready to start moving again as his brain racked over any other locations on the ship that you frequented. Fives looked at Rex, quirking a curious brow at him, though his helmet covered any and all expressions he shot in his brother's way.

"Maybe we should go in? Who knows, maybe the General got herself stuck in the refresher." He quipped, a smirk tugging at his lips as Fives made his way over to your door. Pressing a button, the doors swiftly opened before him. 

Walking over to the doors of your refresher, Rex followed after Fives, taking his helmet off, unable to, unwilling to, stop his eyes from wondering all over your room, taking note of the lack of personalised decorations in your bedroom. There was a desk, numerous multi-coloured folders stacked neatly on top of it, a small lamp next to them.

He looked over your wardrobe, his fingers itching to pull it open, to see what other articles of clothing you owned apart from your Jedi robes.

As Fives knocked at the refresher doors, his helmet at his side, Rex inched closer to your bed, noticing a small notebook hidden just beside your pillow, still open on the most recent page. His fingers reached over for it, eyes scanning over the yellow-coloured pages, gloved hands gliding over the leathery spine of the small book. 

"Oooh, what's that?"

Before Rex could react, the book was snatched from his grasp, his head snapping upwards to see Fives flipping through the pages, turning and closing the book, only to gasp. That had Rex's ears almost twitching, a curious brow quirked up. 

"What? What is it Fives?" Rex asked, standing next to his brother. 

The silence that followed made him uneasy, and leaning his head closer, he looked to the book, his lips gaping open.

"Do you see what I see?" Fives inquired, a smirk tugging at his lips as he turned his head to Rex. All that Rex could do was nod in stunned silence.

"Y/n's Personal Diary.." Fives whispered aloud, eyes scanning over the firsts page.

A lump built up in Rex's throat, his fingers twitching nervously at his sides as Fives read over the words you had messily written in your diary, his heart thumping as he recounted each memory, a soft smile tugging at both brothers' lips as they could feel every emotion you had spilled out onto the pages.

Though they quickly scrambled to hide the small book behind their backs, interrupted by the sound of your bedroom doors sliding open.

A scream left your lips as your gaze landed on the two armoured men, heart racing wildly at the unexpected scare. Their gazes didn't linger on you for too long, a faint pink ghosting over their cheeks as they looked anywhere but you.

"H-Hi General, we tried knocking but-" Rex begun, unsure of how to explain why he and his brother were snooping around your quarters.

"We were worried that you got stuck in the refresher when we heard no answer, so we wanted to make sure you were safe and ready for our trip." Fives finished Rex's sentence, casting his brother and Captain a side glance, his lips stretched into an awkward, innocent grin on his face. 

"R-Right.. Sorry, General, it won't happen again."

"That's quite alright, I'm actually flattered you men were worried about me," You spoke softly, hand covering your mouth as you giggled at their explanation, your heart warming at the thought that the two cared so much for your well-being. Though you wouldn't let yourself show just how much that thought made you blush. "Now come on, we've got meetings to go to." You exclaimed, waving the two men over as you made your way out into the hall.

Giving each other a knowing glance, Rex and Fives followed, quietly telling one another to hide the diary. Rex nudged Fives with his elbow, now too far gone to quietly and innocently return the book to its original place.

"Just shove it into your bag.." Rex hissed out through thin lips, rushing after you as he cast his brother one last glance, making sure the diary was stored safely in one of their backpacks. 

[skywlker-sluvtt]

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

welcome to my first ever kinktober! its about to get nasty in here so get ready sluts. 16 days because i don't trust myself at all to do a whole 31. fics vary in length, honestly depends how motivated i was the day i wrote it. i really hope you guys enjoy, I'm very excited for it. thanks for all the support 💕

PSA: YALL WE MAKIN THIS KINKVEMBER ATP I WILL SERVE I PROMISE

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3.10 luke + pegging

5.10 cody + thigh riding

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9.10 hunter + breeding

11.10 obi wan + cockwarming

13.10 anakin + choking/praise

14.10 wolffe + primal play

16.10 fives + handcuffs/orgasm denial

18.10 luke + overstimulation/begging

21.10 anakin + sensory deprivation/wax play

23.10 rex + thigh job

25.10 anakin + edging/guided masturbation

27.10 anakin + toys/anal play

29.10 luke + spanking

31.10 anakin + sex tape/rough bj

[ithebookhoarder]

Hi love! Could I request an Anakin X reader where he comforts reader after a panic attack?

Reacting to Reader having a panic attack: (Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

A/N: Of course you can! Here you go. You can thank Ahsoka for breaking me and getting me back into my feels for this disaster of a human being 😅

Masterlist:

Anakin is much more a man of action rather than a man of words and will actively look for a practical solution for any problem, including panic attacks.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t fully understand them, or that there isn’t necessarily a physical threat that he can fight on your behalf, he will do whatever he can to best help you. 

That would include using his trademark sass and boyish jokes to distract you whenever he senses you’re feeling low (something you both love and hate in equal measure). 

“Hey, Y/N. I was thinking, how does a moon cut his hair?" 

“Anakin… I swear to the maker-"

“-Eclipse it."

It’s easy to see why Obi-Wan started to turn grey the day he took Anakin on as a Padawan. 

Then again, as much as you may protest against it, it’s hard to do anything other than laugh at his desperate attempts to cheer you up. 

Anakin also creates private rituals for you both to follow whenever you feel an attack creeping up on you. 

These include things like going to exercise together, as you find sparring or racing around a local park is a great way to burn off any pent up anxiety (and often leads to you both rolling around on the floor, sweaty and too busy being wrapped up in one another to feel anything other than pleasure). 

It also sometimes involves him taking you aside and helping you to ground yourself to him and your surroundings. 

It even sometimes involves him crawling into bed and holding you whilst you sleep, knowing his warmth and his presence helps to keep your worries at bay. 

On that note, we know he has no problem bending the rules when it comes to those he cares about and you’d be no exception. 

Nothing else in the universe matters more to him and your well-being comes before anything else, including the Jedi code. 

It doesn’t matter if the council will reprimand him later, if you need him he’ll be there. He’d find a ship and get to you the minute you called, or the minute he sensed your panic through the force. 

A smaller thing Anakin would do, is he starts carrying around sour candies for you, knowing how you like them and how they help distract your brain when it starts to feel overwhelmed. 

You almost couldn’t believe it the first time he handed one to you without so much as a word. Instead he simply unwrapped one for himself and winked. 

You also can’t tell me he wouldn’t be keeping a special eye on you, reaching out at the first sign of trouble, just as he sensed his mother’s distress before. It doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night, he’ll call you if he isn’t with you, just to make sure you’re alright. 

Even if it isn’t too bad an attack, he would still pull you from any duties you may have for the rest of your day, insisting you rest for a while even if he has to make you. 

He also strikes me as the kind of friend who tries to act like they’re less stressed out about your issues than you, but inside is panicking like crazy. So much so, he has to instruct Rex and Ahsoka to keep an eye out for you if he can’t, else he’ll be too worried to ever leave your side in case you need him.

He may or may not have written a very extensive list of things to do and not to do if you ever have one without him - something both privately tease him about...

[candyfloss5000]

I'm just gonna leave this here 🤗

"Do you think it hurt?" The question had been eating Wolffe alive, ever since he had deserted the Empire and realised what he did.

Rex turned to him, "Did what hurt, Wolffe?"

"The general..." Wolffe couldn't bring himself to say anymore, as he felt the bitter bile stir in his stomach.

"No," Rex tried to sound reassuring, tried to sound like everything will be alright when it ultimately won't and will never be, "I think it was quick, painless."