#ewan mcgregor x male!reader

[candidate-poor]

https://ann-423.tengp.icu/f/rEqkX4H

[lyssak09]

Masterlist & Things I write for

AN: I automatically write the reader as female so when you re quest please please tell me what pronouns you want the reader to have. Also if requested I will and can write the reader as part of the LGBTQ+ community

Key: Italics means to be posted/its a draft

Fandoms I can write for:

Supernatural

Corpse Bride (my favorite movie ever)

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Night Court (1986)

Certain Stephen King movies: Just request one and I’ll tell you if I have seen it or not

Doctor Sleep

Charmed (the original one)

The Labyrinth (David Bowie movie)

Krull (1983)

Secret Obsession (netflix movie)

Day of the Dead: Bloodline

The Walking Dead (seasons 1-7) I get pissed with the show when I get to parts of season 7 so I stop watching and restart from the beginning of the show

Umbrellas Academy

Repo! The genetic opera

Z Nation

Warehouse 13

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Dead by Daylight

Adventure Time

The Big Bang Theory

Friends

Suicide Squad (both movies)

Futurama

Slashers: Ghostface (preferably Stu), Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason, Brahms Hillshire

Star Trek: TNG, Voyager, Lower Decks

Nightmare on Elm Street: Movies 1 through 3 (I’m iffy on doing Freddy because he is a dick and child rapist in a lot of the movies. But I will do the other characters for sure)

My Bloody Valentine: Both 1981 and 2009 movies so please be specific with which one you want

Markiplier & Jacksepticeye egos

Masterlist

Supernatural

Yandere Dean hcs

Yandere Shapeshifter hcs

Yandere Sam hcs

Yandere Archangels request

Yandere Castiel hcs

Yandere Lucifer hcs

Yandere Casifer hcs

Yandere Casifer with Trans!reader request

Yandere Archangels soulmates request

Dead by daylight

Platonic Yandere killers reaction to child reader

Yandere Leon with Killer!reader request

Yandere Leon with Killer!reader pt.2 request

Platonic Yandere (HOY) Trapper & Huntress with tween!reader request

Platonic Yandere Huntress & Trapper request 

Yandere Nemesis hcs request

Yandere Killers & Survivors request pt.1

Yandere Killers & Survivors request pt.2

Yandere Doctor hcs request

Plantonic yandere (HOY) Trapper & Huntress pt.2

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Yandere Jake Peralta hcs

Yandere Jake with Lawyer!reader request

Yandere Jake

Yandere Rosa

Yandere Amy

Yandere Charles request

Star Trek

Yandere Q request

Yandere William Riker

Yandere Data

Umbrella Academy

Yandere Five with Soft!reader request

Yandere Five hcs

Yandere Luther hcs

Yandere Diego hcs

The Walking Dead

Yandere Daryl with motherly!reader hcs request

Yandere Daryl motherly!reader hcs pt.2 request

Yandere Daryl

Yandere Rick hcs

Yandere Grown Carl hcs

Yandere Michonne hcs

Miscellaneous (Aka writing that doesn’t have their own category yet)

Yandere Brahms Heelshire (The boy)

Yandere Elliot Stabler (L&O SVU)

Yandere Mack Thompson (Z Nation) hcs

Yandere Emily (Corpse Bride) hcs

Yandere Black Mask/Roman Sionis (DC/BOP)

Yandere Pete Latimer (Warehouse 13) hcs

Yandere Homelander (The Boys) hcs

Yandere Joker (Suicide Squad)  hcs (Fight me on this)

Yandere Piper Hallowell (Charmed) hcs

Yandere Leo (Charmed)  hcs

Yandere Colwyn (Krull) hcs

Yandere Danny Torrance (Doctor Sleep) hcs I love Ewan McGregor 

Yandere Max (Day of the dead: Bloodline) hcs

Yandere Victor (Corpse Bride) hcs

Yandere Wilford Warfstache hcs

Yandere Antisepticeye hcs

Ocs

Tyler from my yandere song fic

Evan ( Yandere Landlord)

Daniel (Yandere Slasher)

Hudson (Yandere Cop/Sheriff)

Luke (Yandere Childhood friend/Bully)

Damien (Yandere Teacher)

Zachary (Yandere zombie apocalypse survivor)

Derek (Yandere Hypnotist/ Therapist)

Ashton (Yandere Neighbor)

Zeke (Yandere robot boss)

William (Yandere Prisoner)

Adrian (Yandere Asylum patient)

Devon (Yandere Priest)

Jason (Yandere Step father)

Max (Yandere step brother)

Anthony (Yandere slasher/homicide survivor)

Ryan (Yandere childhood friend)

Ewan (Yandere military man) 

Unnamed (Yandere boss)

Unnamed (Yandere AI robot house)

[littleoddwriter]

I really hope you still accept requests for Obi-Wan! Would love to see some Padawan!Obi-Wan x ftm!reader.

Maybe him being on a mission with Qui-Gon to act as security for the reader who’s royalty. They grow really close, develop feelings, and reader tells him that he’s trans and is worried Obi-Wan’s gonna hate him for it. Obi-Wan is just like??? and kisses the reader because he can’t put into words how much the reader means to him.

Hope this is not too complicated <33 thanks!!

Call it Destiny | Padawan!Obi-Wan Kenobi x Trans!Male!Reader

Hello there! I always accept requests for all the characters I write for, so no worries! I was actually very excited to finally write for Obi-Wan again, so thank you. :') Thanks for this lovely request, it wasn't complicated at all, and I really hope you like what I've done with it! <3

summary; See above.

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Reader is a Prince; Strangers to Friends to Lovers; Referenced Death Threats (aka hella uncreative Plot Device); Referenced Transphobia; Love Confessions; First Kiss; Light Angst and Fluff.

After there had been some threats made against your life, your parents, your advisors and the Jedi Council thought it best to send two of their best Jedi to protect you, while they searched for the people behind those threats. Even though you couldn’t deny that the death threats scared you a bit, you also thought that they all made a much bigger fuzz about it than there needed to be.

With a defeated sigh, you got yourself ready to meet the Jedi. It was only temporary after all.

“Prince Y/N, my name is Qui-Gon Jinn and this is my Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi. We’ve been sent to protect you and your family,” the Jedi master introduced himself and his apprentice, once you had arrived in the throne room to greet them. 

“Pleased to meet you,” you said politely, “Thank you for coming all the way out to Kreulah. Make yourself at home and do whatever you must to ensure the safety of my people and myself. If you shall ever need anything that I may grant you, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

The apprentice - Obi-Wan, you reminded yourself - smiled and Qui-Gon nodded, thanking you for your hospitality. 

Then they were escorted out again, leaving you, your parents and your personal advisor alone for the time being, while Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were shown to their chambers in the castle.

“You did well, Y/N. You’re getting better at accepting your duties,” your mother said, laying a hand on your shoulder and squeezing it.

“Thank you, mother,” you responded automatically. “May I leave? I’ve got some studies I wanted to finish,” you asked then, lying about the studies. You just wanted to be alone, but you were more likely to be let go if you pretended that you had something important to do.

Fortunately, she granted your wish, though, and you were off to stay in your room until you were needed again. 

While you were on your way to your chambers, you thought about the Jedi again. You found that they seemed nice enough. They were definitely skilled, otherwise your parents wouldn’t have approved of them, and they were said to be some of their best. 

Nonetheless, your thoughts barely revolved around that. Instead, they always went back to Obi-Wan, the Padawan. He was handsome and had a gorgeous smile, you thought. 

Perhaps it would only be half as bad to have them orbiting you to protect you for the foreseeable future, considering the eye candy you’ve been graced with.

______

During the first couple of days, all interactions with the Jedi were awkward as could be for you. 

Qui-Gon was incredibly stubborn, worse than your father even. You knew he was just trying to do what he came here for, but it still annoyed you when he gave you instructions and didn’t allow you to talk back. 

Obi-Wan only ever looked at you with an apologetic smile, then, as he gently attempted to talk back for you and reason with his master,  which you thought was entirely too cute and usually calmed you down enough to be more rational and royalty-like again.

“I promise, he has his reason to keep you inside your room at all times for now,” Obi-Wan told you, after Qui-Gon left the two of you alone in your chambers to take care of something else.

Nodding, you sighed, “I’m certain he does. I just hate this entire thing if I’m being honest. I’m royalty, of course there are going to be death threats against me! Doesn’t mean there’s an actual threat out there.” Now you were pouting, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were upset.

Obi-Wan chuckled softly, which he immediately apologised for. Then he looked at you with a small smile and said, “That may be true, but your parents are concerned and so is everyone else around you. Even if there is no one out there that would follow through with their threats, they still need to be taken seriously. If those were threats against someone you love, you wouldn’t tell them off and say that it’s not real anyway, would you?”

Looking at Obi-Wan for a long moment, you rolled your eyes fondly and scoffed, “No, I wouldn’t. You may have a point there.”

Obi-Wan beamed brightly at you in response and you both laughed, unable to stop yourself. 

You liked him. You really did. And that was more dangerous and frightening to you than those threats were.

______

Weeks later, you would consider Obi-Wan and yourself friends even. And wasn’t that ironic? You hadn’t wanted him to be there in the first place, and now you didn’t want him to leave any time soon, if ever, really. 

Over those weeks, he and Qui-Gon have been guarding you when you needed to be outside, and inside the castle you were still forced to stay in your chambers with Obi-Wan, which helped you two grow closer and closer with each passing day. 

To pass the time, you talked a lot. You asked him a bunch of questions about his life as a Jedi. At some point he even showed you how to meditate properly, and now you always took an hour out of your day to do just that with Obi-Wan. 

Unfortunately (or rather fortunately in some way), Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan haven’t really gotten anywhere with the threats yet. They’ve had some suspects, who all turned out to not have been it, while more and more threats piled up. By now you were mostly bored of them. They didn’t really get any more creative, just more violent, which should have probably scared you, but with nothing happening it was hard to be afraid.

“May I ask,” Obi-Wan started one day while you were sitting in your chambers, passing the time, “Do you have any idea why this person would want you dead?”

“If I knew, then I’d probably know who they were, too,” you retorted, “So, no. But I kind of do have a feeling.”

“What kind of feeling?” he inquired further, looking at you curiously.

“Not important,” you quickly answered, regretting it as soon as it left your mouth. 

Why had you said that you had a feeling at all? Yes, you had a guess that it was probably because you were openly transgender (not necessarily by choice with being such a public figure), and a lot of people didn’t like that, going as far as to say that they would want to kill you to get rid of scum like you. So, of course you had a feeling. But you didn’t want to tell Obi-Wan that. He would hate you too if he knew about it, you were almost certain of it.

“Y/N,” Obi-Wan sighed in exasperation - and by the Almighty you loved that he’s stopped putting ‘prince’ in front of your name by now, “You should probably tell me what it is, though, considering I’m here to protect you.”

“Maybe another time? I just- I don’t think it’s actually that important right now, and I really don’t want to talk about it. At least not now,” you tried talking yourself out of it.

Defeated, Obi-Wan nodded, “Fine. But I shall ask you about this again.”

“Fair enough,” you said.

______

Another couple of weeks passed. 

By now, you couldn’t deny your feelings for the Jedi. Obi-Wan had you wrapped around his little finger and he probably didn’t even know it. You wanted to tell him, almost to a desperate level; but there was this issue that you still hadn’t even told him that you were trans. 

Although it wasn’t a problem per se. 

It was just that you wanted to let him know because you were scared that he would indeed hate you for it, and if you were already a couple by that time, you wouldn’t be able to handle the loss. Part of you knew that if he rejected you now, you would be just as bad at handling it; but at least you wouldn’t have known what it could have been like with him. 

And slowly but surely, your time to tell him was running out as well. There were more and more clues to the identity of who has been sending you those threats. Qui-Gon was certain that they would be able to apprehend this person very soon, which put a lot of pressure on you, in terms of your feelings for Obi-Wan.

So, after you had just meditated with him, you were pacing in your room. Whatever calmness the meditation had brought you had been gone in an instant when you looked at Obi-Wan and thought about how gorgeous and kind he was, and how much you loved him. You had never loved anyone like this before. It scared you, but it also fulfilled you in a sort of way you hadn’t expected.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Why are you so restless?” Obi-Wan asked you, fixing you with a concerned expression. 

You stopped in your tracks for a moment and looked at him, taking in the sight of him sitting cross-legged on the floor with his too big robe pooling in his lap. He was adorable and, oh, so handsome like this. 

Overwhelmed, you resumed your pacing.

“I have to tell you some things and it scares me because I don’t know how you’ll react and I don’t want to lose you,” you answered after all, avoiding his gaze as you walked back and forth.

“You can tell me anything,” Obi-Wan said kindly, “Whatever it is. I’m never one to judge harshly.”

Exhaling slowly, you stopped your pacing altogether, let your shoulders slump and sat down across from Obi-Wan on the floor. 

Nodding to prepare yourself, you inhaled deeply and explained, “I’m transgender. Which means I was born a girl and transitioned to bring out the boy that I’ve always been through the help of hormones and surgery. And, uh, a lot of people didn’t take well to those news. I’ve actually been getting death threats ever since, which is why I’ve not been taking them too seriously. That’s also the feeling I have about the current threats. I feel like everything comes down to the fact that I’m trans.”

You paused for a second to gather yourself.

“And I’m afraid that you’re gonna hate me, too. Because why wouldn’t you? Everybody else does!” you admitted with your voice breaking as it rose an octave at your last statement. 

Before you could really comprehend what was happening, Obi-Wan’s hands were on your face, cradling it gently, and then his lips were on yours, kissing you chastely.

“I apologise,” Obi-Wan whispered, after parting from you, but you didn’t let him get too far and grabbed him by his robe to pull him back in and place another lingering, more passionate kiss on his lips.

When you broke it, you smiled at him, “That’s actually the other thing I wanted to tell you, Obi. I love you.”

“Force,” Obi-Wan whispered before kissing you again, “I love you, too, Y/N. That's actually what I've been trying to convey by kissing you,” he murmured against your lips with a soft chuckle.

Sighing in relief, you closed your eyes and just let what happened sink in. 

When you opened your eyes again and looked at Obi-Wan, he smiled at you ever so gently. His hands let go of your face and took your palms into his instead.

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry to know what you’ve had to go through, Y/N. That must be really difficult for you. And I don’t have a problem with it at all. What you do with your body and who you are, who or what you identify as, it’s none of my business. It’s your choice, your life and especially your happiness. Which is all I care about for that matter. And I don’t understand why someone would want you dead over something that doesn’t hurt anybody,” Obi-Wan told you softly, stroking his thumbs over the backs of your hands.

Shrugging, you chuckled wryly, “I don’t know or understand it either, but that’s the world I live in, unfortunately.”

“I actually know a lot of people with all kinds of different identities on Coruscant. I’m wondering if you would be able to come with us when my master and I are going back soon,” he said and you could see his eyes light up at the notion of you coming with them. It warmed your heart.

“We could certainly talk to my parents about it,” you smiled, “But are you sure Qui-Gon would allow that?”

“He’s one who bends the rules all the time. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t mind,” Obi-Wan responded with a cheeky grin.

“Really? The guy who’s been insisting that I stay in my chambers at pretty much all times is known for bending the rules?” you asked incredulously. 

Obi-Wan just nodded enthusiastically, laughing at your surprised expression, which only made you join in his laughter. You could never resist.

Once you’ve sobered up, you leaned in and kissed him again, pecking his lips over and over, as you murmured in-between, “I’m happy I’ve met you, my dear.”

You could feel him smile against your lips, “Me too.”

No matter what your parents’ answer was going to be, in terms of you leaving Kreulah, you would make sure you got to see Obi-Wan again.

[mlmmetalhead]

Comes like a comet.

Mark Renton x Male reader

Lmaoo idiot simp bitch drank a shit ton of outdated orange juice

Extremely self-indulgent. Like I can't imagine it being more self-indulgent if I wanted to.

It was a rainy night, a little bit past two a.m, when Y/N heard a knock oh his door. A normal person wouldn't unlock the door, or would at least ask who it was, but Y/N already knew, as when the door opened, it revealed a completely drenched Mark. Y/N hadn't seen the man in about two months, but instead of asking where he was, or what he was doing, he silently moved out of the way, letting Renton in.

Mark stumbled in the apartment, his arms wrapped around himself, his whole body shaking. He tried to speak and to explain himself, but L/N only took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom, taking his jacket and shirt off and tossing them to the washing machine.

"Are you in the right state to bathe yourself right now?" - Y/N calmly asked, his hand gently stroking the skin on Renton's shoulder.

The other man thought for some time, before slightly shaking his head.

"I don't... I don't think I'll be able to... Y'know... I'm sorry, Really... You don't have to, we can... We can wait till morning..."

Y/N sighed and carefully helped Mark undress himself completely, all while the other man was apologizing profusely. L/N wrapped one hand around Mark's waist and placed a light, reassuring kiss on his forehead, before helping him in the bathtub. Renton smelled horrendous. It seemed as if he hasn't showered since the last time he was in his boyfriends apartment.

Mark relaxed against Y/N's hand, as warm water surrounded him, and his boyfriend started massaging his scalp with shampoo. He wanted nothing more then to just close his eyes and fall asleep right there and then, but he knew that L/N wouldn't allow him, not before he got everything checked out and was ready.

When Mark was finished with bathing, and now was sitting all cleaned up, dressed in Y/N's clothing, in his kitchen, Y/N was preparing tea near the counter.

"What did you take?"

Renton didn't answer. The question wasn't a rude, or an angry, not even a concerned one. His boyfriends voice was completely calm, and understanding. And that just added to why Mark was feeling guilty. His partner has gotten so used to him coming like this, he didn't even react like it was something out of the ordinary.

"I asked, what did you take, Mark?"

"Morphine..."

Y/N once again sighed, not turning around, obviously trying to be quiet, so Mark wouldn't hear, but he did. And it made him feel worse.

"How long ago did you take it?"

"About five hours... Or longer... What time is it?"

L/N turned around with a cup of tea, and some pills, handing them to Renton. He looked up with grateful eyes and started drinking, letting the warmth carefully spread within his lanky body. He felt awful. He was mad at himself, his whole body felt like it was freezing and on fire at the same time. Y/N noticed the troubled expression on his face, and calmly said:

"It's alright, love. I promise. It's not a problem. Please, finish your tea and take some meds, so you can go to sleep."

Smiling, he stretched out his hand, taking Renton's skinny palm in his. The other man smiled, drinking a little more. He did feel a little better, and safer now.

When he finally got to the bed, Y/N tucked him in, climbing under the blanket himself afterwards. They were both quiet for some time, listening to the rain pouring outside, their minds filing with calmness and love. Mark closed his eyes, staying in the moment, feeling a pair of stronger hands wrapping around his figure. He silently asked:

"You wouldn't want this to end, right?"

His eyes met Y/N's.

"No. I want this to last. I want us to be together. Forever, if you're not scared of that word" - he chuckled.

"Even with... All of this? With me being a mess, forcing you to help me, to..."

"Well, that's not true. You're not forcing me. No one's forcing me at all. I'm helping you for one simple reason..."

Mark smiled, coming closer to Y/N' face.

"And I love you, too."

The kiss was gentle, full of patience, peace, and unconditional love. When Mark moved away, he stayed still in his lovers arms, closing his eyes, slowly falling asleep, surrounded by Y/N's warmth.

[lights-on-the-ridge]

Im absolutely dying for a transmale x Mark Renton fic and im about to take it into my own hands

[mrs-dr-reid]

Sparkling Diamond

Pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Broadway!Reader

Summary: Jason goes to see "Moulin Rouge! The Musical", and Y/N just so happens to be going on as Satine when Karen Olivo suddenly calls in sick

Genre: Soooooooo fluffy

Warnings: Swear words, age gap (Jason is 43ish, Reader is early to mid 30s), slight jealousy, mentions of in-show death, spoilers for Moulin Rouge probably, potentially very incorrect descriptions about how celebrities going to see shows on Broadway works, Aaron Tveit, Karen Olivo, and Amber Ardolino being conspiratory little shits

A/N: This sucker came to me in a dream because I am VERY into Moulin Rouge and Jason Sudeikis right now, so enjoy my brain vomit that I did way too much research for. GIF isn’t mine, I got it off a gif keyboard

Word Count: 3509

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When Y/N got the call that Karen Olivo was out sick and that she’d be going on for her, she certainly wasn’t expecting to meet her celebrity crush, nor was she planning on giving him her phone number, but crazier things had happened. Y/N arrived at the theater way before anybody else, mostly due to her nerves because it was only her second time going on as Satine instead of her usual role as one of the can-can girls, and she ensured she was completely warmed up before even thinking about doing anything else (she refused to get into costume until the actual call time so she wouldn’t completely sweat through it before the show even started). Since she was the only cast member there, she ran through her songs and choreography while waiting for everybody else to show up.

The first person to arrive was her fellow swing (and other Satine understudy), Amber Ardolino. She said, “Excited for your big night?”, as she put her bag down in their shared dressing room, so Y/N laughed nervously and said, “Yeah. But also scared shitless. It’s supposed to be a packed house tonight, and everybody’s gonna be expecting Karen. I don’t wanna let anybody down,” so Amber smiled and said, “You killed it last time, tonight won’t be any different. Plus, you’re getting paid to be serenaded by and make out with Aaron Tveit,” before wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, which made Y/N burst out laughing before she replied, “He does have a voice like liquid gold, but you and I both know he’s not my type,” and started getting into costume.

Amber started doing her makeup, and as the hair stylist Caitlin came in to help Y/N into her wig and mic, she said, “Hey, did you hear that a celebrity’s coming to the show tonight?”, which made Y/N raise a questioning eyebrow before saying, “I did not. Any idea who it is?”, so Amber replied, “Only that it’s a man, which does jack shit to narrow it down,” as she curled her eyelashes. Y/N nodded thoughtfully, then said, “What if it’s Ewan McGregor?”, which sparked a whole debate over which male celebrities could potentially be in the audience that night.

Jason was excited, to say the least. The second he heard Moulin Rouge was coming to Broadway, he got a ticket for the first show he could, which was about two weeks after it opened. He made it to the theater, and despite his best efforts, he stirred up a little bit of a ruckus with his presence. He found his seat with the least amount of disruption he could manage, and then opened his playbill to see a slip of paper that read “The role of Satine will be played by Y/N L/N”, which made him raise an eyebrow at the fact that an understudy was going on for the leading lady so early in the show’s run, but he shrugged it off since it wasn’t his place to judge someone’s misbehaving immune system or potential family emergency.

He flipped through the program until he found her headshot, and he let out a low whistle because she was beautiful, but he instantly felt guilty about it because she looked a lot younger than him. The lights started going down, so he closed his program and settled in for the show. Based on his precursory glance at the musical numbers, he knew Satine didn’t show up until “The Sparkling Diamond”, so he sat tight and waited.

He boogied in his seat slightly during the opening number and "Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love", then “The Sparkling Diamond” started, and Jason was practically on the edge of his seat with anticipation. As Y/N was lowered onto the stage on a trapeze in her glittery costume, Jason’s breath was taken away by how much more gorgeous she was in person. She began to sing, and Jason thought the world had stopped spinning, because not only was she beautiful, her voice was too.

He couldn’t help but feel a (frankly unwarranted) spike of jealousy every time Aaron put his hands on Y/N, whenever she clung to him, and whenever they kissed, which was ridiculous because he didn’t even know this woman and he was feeling so many emotions due to her frankly phenomenal acting. When intermission arrived, Jason was thankful for the little bit of respite it gave him, even though his mind raced with plans to somehow get the chance to meet his sparkling diamond as he took pictures and made small talk with some of the people around him.

Backstage, Aaron and Y/N were getting a drink of water and chatting when Amber came speeding around the corner and exclaimed, “GIRL! You are going to DIE when I tell you who came to see the show tonight!”, so Y/N put down her water and said, “Okay, now I’m curious. Who?”, which made an almost manic grin spread across Amber’s face (and a barely imperceptible smirk flash across Aaron’s) before she grabbed Y/N’s shoulders and said, “Jason. Friggin. Sudeikis.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and she said, “No. You’re shitting me!”, so Amber said, “I am 100% not shitting you! Davin saw him taking selfies with people near the back of the house,” which only sent a spike of anxiety through her body. She said, “And I’m only being told about this now?!?!”, so Aaron piped up, “Well, you’re basically in love with the guy. If you knew before the show, you’d have gotten all in your head, and maybe even have refused to step foot on stage,” but he instantly regretted saying anything because Y/N turned her scorching gaze on him and said, “YOU KNEW MY CELEBRITY CRUSH WAS GONNA BE IN THE AUDIENCE, AND YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING?!?!”, actually starting to panic now.

Amber quickly stepped in and said, “Hey, hey, hey, you’re spiraling. You kicked ass out there, and after intermission is over, you’re gonna kick even more ass,” Aaron adding, “Exactly. I’m honored to have a love interest as talented as you,” in an attempt to suck up to her so she wouldn’t hurt him. Y/N glared at both of them for ten seconds, then she let out a groan and said, “Okay, fine. Let’s go kick some ass. But don’t think I won’t get you for this later, Pretty Boy,” before hitching up her skirt and storming back to the stage to get ready for Act II. Amber said, “I’ll say some nice words at your funeral,” then scurried off to take her place, making Aaron let out a groan before following behind her.

Jason watched with rapt attention as the show reached its climax, and he actually shed a tear when Y/N pretended to die in Aaron’s arms. He was the first person on his feet for the standing ovation, and he’s sure he cheered the loudest when Y/N took her bow. After the encore, everybody started filtering out, so Jason went to follow them when a young woman wearing all black and a headset came over to him and said, “Hi, Mr. Sudeikis. I’m with the production team, and a couple of our cast members wanted to invite you backstage as a surprise for our Satine, Y/N. She’s a big fan of yours. Totally up to you, of course,” which made his eyebrows fly up to his hairline before he said, “Yeah, absolutely!”, and allowed her to lead him backstage.

Meanwhile, Y/N was in her dressing room having a mini-celebration with Amber because she somehow managed to not fall flat on her face for the remainder of the show despite knowing her celebrity crush was watching her every move. Aaron knocked on the door and said, “Oh, Ladies!”, in a sing-song voice, so Y/N said, “Yeah, Aaron?”, but all he did was grin mischievously before the stage manager Davin appeared in the doorway and said, “Oh, good, I found you. Aaron, Y/N, Jason Sudeikis is coming backstage to meet you guys,” which made Amber squeal in delight while Y/N just froze in place.

Y/N said, “He is?”, trying and failing to conceal her nerves, so Davin said, “Yeah, a couple of the cast members invited him back. Let’s go,” before bustling off again. Y/N shot dirty looks at Amber and Aaron, then said, “If I survive this, I’m gonna murder you both,” before stalking out of the dressing room to catch up with Davin, choosing to ignore the high-five her co-stars exchanged behind her.

She turned the corner and almost stopped breathing because Davin was making small talk with THE Jason Sudeikis. Davin saw her standing there gawking, then said, “Ah, there they are. Mr. Sudeikis, allow me to introduce our Christian and Satine, Aaron Tveit and Y/N L/N,” which made Y/N jump slightly when Aaron materialized next to her and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” while going over to shake Jason’s hand.

Jason took it and said, “Yeah, great to meet you too. You did a heck of a job out there. Best show I’ve seen in a while,” which made Aaron bow his head appreciatively before he looked over his shoulder and said, “Sparkles, get over here,” so Jason followed his gaze to where Y/N was standing with a nervous look on her face. He smiled reassuringly at her, so she steeled herself and said, “Hi. Big fan. I loved you in Tumbledown. And 30 Rock,” while walking over to shake his hand. He chuckled and said, “Now those are ones I don’t hear very often,” so Y/N smiled shyly and said, “What can I say, I like the deep cuts,” while playing with the skirt of her costume.

Aaron said, “You should have seen her when she found out you came to see the show. I thought she was gonna explode, she was so excited,” which made Y/N elbow him in the ribs and turn redder than the velvet dress she wore earlier in the show. Jason smiled and said, “Well, I’m flattered. And might I say you give Nicole Kidman a run for her money, Miss L/N. I could listen to you sing all night long,” before shooting a wink at her, which made her eyes widen before she giggled nervously and said, “Oh, I don’t know about that,” which made Aaron scoff and say, “Sparkles, come on, we’ve been over this. You’re crazy talented! Own that shit!”, while wrapping an arm around her shoulder and jiggling her playfully.

Jason felt the spike of jealousy surge through him again, but Y/N just shot Aaron an exasperated look and said, “I’m not above kicking your ass, Pretty Boy,” which made Jason chuckle slightly and Aaron raise his hands in mock surrender. Jason said, “Alrighty, well, it was great to meet you both. Before I get out of your hair, would you mind signing my playbill?”, and pulled a pen out of his pocket, so Aaron said, “Absolutely! But you have to sign the stair wall before you go. Theatre tradition,” before accepting the pen and playbill from Jason and using the nearby wall as a makeshift clipboard.

He passed them to Y/N once he was done, and she had no idea what possessed her to do this, but after she’d signed her name, she wrote her phone number underneath it and drew a heart next to it for good measure (she refused to acknowledge Aaron’s suggestive eyebrow wiggles). She handed the pen and the playbill back to Jason, said, “Thank you again for coming to see the show. I gotta get out of this getup, so bye!”, then waved quickly and scampered back to her dressing room. Aaron shook his head affectionately, then turned to Jason and said, “You didn’t hear this from me, but you’re her celebrity crush, and we couldn’t let you leave without giving her a chance to meet you. Thanks for making her day, man,” before playfully saluting with a wink and walking back to his dressing room.

Jason was speechless, but he still accepted the Sharpie Davin handed to him and signed the wall with the date. He exited the theater after thanking the production crew for the chance to meet Aaron and Y/N, and as he walked down the block, he opened his playbill to where their autographs were and stopped dead in his tracks, because while Aaron had simply signed his name, Y/N had written a series of numbers that could only have been her phone number beneath hers with a heart drawn beside them. He physically turned to look back at the theater, and he said under his breath, “That was bold. I like it,” before resuming his walk.

Meanwhile, Y/N was removing her makeup while Amber basically interrogated her about her interaction with Jason. Amber said, “Was he nice? Did he like the show? What did he think of you?”, so Y/N said, “Amber, for the love of god, breathe. Yes, he was very nice. He said it was the best show he’s seen in a while, so I think he liked it. And he said I give Nicole Kidman a run for her money,” which made Amber let out a crow before she said, “Oh my god, he was flirting with you!”, making Y/N’s cheeks flush bright red again.

She exclaimed, “He was just being nice!”, then Aaron’s voice said, “No, he was definitely flirting with you, Sparkles,” which made both women turn to see him leaning against the doorway of the dressing room in his street clothes. Y/N scoffed and said, “And what makes you say that?”, so he raised his eyebrows incredulously before saying, “For one, he complimented your voice and compared you to Nicole Goddamn Kidman when all he told me was that I did a heck of a job. For two, he winked at you like three times and only looked at me when I talked directly to him. And for three, he went stiffer than a board when I put my arm around your shoulders then instantly relaxed when you told me to shove it. He was super into you,” which made Y/N have to pause and think about it.

Aaron made a “you see what I mean?”-type face, then tapped the doorframe two times and turned to leave, but not before he said, “And in case you forgot, you’re the one who gave him your number without being asked,” which made Y/N shoot a death glare at his back and Amber let out a squeal before she exclaimed, “WHEN DID YOU GIVE HIM YOUR NUMBER?!?!”, with an incredulous grin on her face. Y/N said, “He asked us to sign his playbill, and when I was signing my name my pen slipped and I wrote my number underneath it,” making Amber let out a shocked laugh, then Aaron called from the hall, “And she drew a heart!”, which made Amber let out an even louder shocked laugh before Y/N yelled, “SHUT IT, TVEIT!”, and went redder than a tomato.

Her phone lit up with a text from an unknown number, and she opened it to see the words, “Do you give all of the celebrity audience members your number?”, which made her eyes practically bug out of her head as she let out a tiny, “Holy shit,” before wordlessly holding her phone out to Amber so she could see the message. Her jaw dropped, and she whisper-yelled, “Is that him?!”, so Y/N whisper-yelled back, “Who else would it be, Michelangelo?!”, before she texted back, “Only the ridiculously good-looking ones,” and chucked her phone into her bag before she could regret it.

Amber said, “You are BOLD, Girl!”, which made Y/N say, “Hey, you can’t say I didn’t shoot my shot,” while grabbing her coat, then she said, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” before grabbing her bag and walking out the door. As Y/N walked back to her apartment, her phone buzzed with another text message from Jason that said, “Well, now you’re just fluffing my ego,” which made her giggle and respond, “It’s not ego fluffing if it’s true,” with a wink emoji before adjusting her bag on her shoulder and continuing her walk.

The next day, Y/N arrived at the theater at the normal call because she was back to being a can-can girl, and while she was doing her makeup, Karen poked her head in the door and said, “Hey, I heard it went really well last night. Congratulations!”, with a big smile on her face. Y/N turned around in her chair and said, “Yeah, thanks! Turns out I was super nervous for no reason at all. Looks like you’re feeling a lot better today,” so Karen said, “Yeah, I am. It must have just been something I ate, because I felt right as rain by the time I got Aaron’s intermission check-in text. He said that Jason Sudeikis came to see the show last night. Did you get to meet him?”, with a knowing smile on her face.

Y/N turned pink, then said, “Yeah. And I gave him my phone number because I’m an idiot, but he ended up texting me, so it worked out,” before going back to doing her makeup. Karen said, “Oh yay! If he plans on coming to see the show again, let me know and I’ll make sure I’m sick again for you,” then scurried off, and it took Y/N about 20 seconds to process what she said before she whipped around and yelled, “DID YOU FAKE BEING SICK SO MY CELEBRITY CRUSH WOULD SEE ME AS SATINE?!?!”, but Karen was already gone.

Y/N let out a groan, then Amber came strolling through the door while saying, “Heyyy, Glitter Girl!”, a little too casually, so Y/N said, “Amber, I’m only gonna ask this once. Did you know Jason was gonna be at the show ahead of time, and did Karen fake being sick so I’d be the one going on for her?”, which made Amber freeze before shooting her a guilty smile and saying, “Kind of?”, earning an incredulous glare and a, “What do you mean, ‘kind of’?!?!”, from Y/N.

Amber let out a sigh and said, “I overheard the box office people talking on Wednesday, and one of them said ‘Sudeikis’ followed by ‘tomorrow’, so I put two and two together. But Karen was genuinely not feeling well after the show on Wednesday, so I told her about what I overheard. She said that she was planning on calling off, and when I mentioned that Jason may or may not be your celebrity crush, she said she’d do her best to make sure you were the one going on for her and not me, and Aaron said he’d do the same thing. Please don’t be mad!”, before steepling her hands in a pleading gesture.

Y/N let out a long sigh, then said, “I’m not mad. I’m just a bit peeved that you guys went behind my back like that,” which made Amber let out a huge sigh of relief before borderline tackling Y/N in a hug. Her phone buzzed on the table, so she picked it up to see a text from Jason that said, “Break a leg tonight, Twinkle Toes!”, and she must have blushed, because Amber nudged her and said, “You can’t be too mad at me because now your celebrity crush is crushing on you too,” earning a playful swat on the arm from Y/N before she said, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get ready, Dollar Store Cupid,” and shooed her away.

Y/N thought for a second, then opened her camera app and took a selfie of her making a silly face in just a wig cap, her stage makeup, and a ratty “I ❤️ NY” tank top to send to Jason with the words “Thanks, Cowboy!” accompanying it. She finished getting into her costume, then right as the five minutes to places announcement went out, Jason texted her back saying, “Yep, that’s your contact photo now. Here’s an equally silly picture of me so you don’t feel left out,” with an attached picture of him with a pencil mustache and crossed eyes.

She giggled, then changed the boring “J” icon her phone automatically gave him to that picture and sent back, “Excellent. About to take places, so I’ll talk to you at intermission,” and the last text she read before she stuck her phone in her bag was a thumbs up and the cowboy emoji. What she didn’t know was that Jason was dangerously close to picking the heart emoji instead, but he figured he had all the time in the world to get to know her enough to finally be able to use that emoji whenever he wanted.

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[justonemoregayboy]

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Pairing: Isaac Lahey x male reader

Series: Teen wolf

Warnings: Smut

word count: 2594

Requests are open🖤

English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy Reading

Isaac smiled and laughed madly. Y/n closed the front door behind him and his boyfriend, before pressing against the older boy's back and pressing a quick kiss to his neck, his mitten-clad hands touching the other young man's sides, finally wrapping around his. chest hugging him tightly from behind.

"Thank you Isaac. Are you okay. Even though it's absolutely icy, ice skating can be fun,” Y/n acknowledged, smiling against the older man's back. He could feel his boyfriend reaching up he own arms and taking Y/n's hands in he´s, squeezing them gently as he turned his head and pouted his lips to kiss him. Something Y/n happily gave him.

"I told you so," the taller of the two murmured against Y/n's lips, causing Y/n to laugh again at the tickling vibrations.

Reluctantly walking away, Y/n finally removed he gloves, along with he shoes, coat, and the warm knitted scarf that he had once owned he mother's, before carefully hanging everything in the appropriate places on he. .

Shivering, still feeling quite cold, Y/n hugged himself, rubbing his arms and trying to get warm as he looked away from the boyfriend on he. “So, I'm a little cold. Do you want to come down and watch a movie with me, maybe snuggle under the covers for a bit? he asked innocently as he started to walk towards the basement, knowing without looking that Isaac was hot on his trail. He could feel the older youth's eyes glued to his back as he hummed his agreement. Or, rather, Y/n could feel those ocean blue eyes focused on his thighs and butt in a hunting way.

Oh well, he guessed he had a pretty nice butt... he would have strutted if he hadn't been so icy cold, but the way he was, Y/n wanted nothing more than to turn the temperature up to the max and get into it. bed.

Which he did, after fetching his laptop from his desk and telling Isaac to pick a movie while he fiddled with the heater a bit himself.

Pretty soon they were lying side by side on their stomachs, their elbows brushing against each other as they shifted to get comfortable; the soft, sad words of Ewan McGregor speaking in the background as they smiled at each other.

To say that Y/n had been pleased when he noticed the movie Isaac had chosen would be an understatement. He adored Moulin Rogue, and well aware that his boyfriend knew it even though he wasn't that much of a fan, Y/n knew without a doubt that he would do something to make it up to the elder. Later though, like after the movie.

There was something about that movie that hooked Y/n; maybe it was the grand, lavish musical numbers, maybe it was the unabashed romance that ran through every minute, but it was hands down Y/n's favorite movie. Well, at least it tied for first place with Sound of Music, but in his mind it really was that good.

And as always, Y/n was mesmerized from the first minute, his mind instantly captured by the all-too-familiar story. Always as if it was the first time he saw it.

They were at the part where she introduces self to Satine to sing he first song where Y/n first felt the hand running down he back; warm and steady as he caresses his clothing, his delicate fingertips innocently dipping below his waist and caressing his cool flesh, raising goosebumps. A quick glance tells him nothing: Isaac seems totally enthralled with the movie, but Y/n knows something is up.

But - Moulin Rogue. There is nothing that can make you stop watching it.

“You know,” Isaac whispers in his ear a few minutes later, making him shiver with heat, “I can think of a few other ways to warm you up again. Ways that are not only more fun, but also much more... effective...”

And once again, Y/n flinches, though he's not sure if it's from the taller man's words, or from his hands that had traveled even lower, now placing one of he buttocks on top of his tight jeans. Chances are he's a combination of the two anyway, since when he closes his eyes there are thousands of images flitting by in quick succession, each little image hotter than the next.

Him writhing on his back, his stomach, Isaac pressed against him, above him, below him. Y/n on his knees, Isaac on his knees... Y/n bent over Isaac's lap...

Nope! No, he's playing his favorite movie. All of that will have to wait, even though he is uncomfortably hard against the mattress.

"Later, Isaac, maybe after the movie," Y/n replies flippantly, turning he gaze back to the screen just in time to see Satine fall off the swing. Y/n gasps silently; both from seeing he fall once more, and from Isaac squeezing he butt quite nicely.

“How about I do all the work and you can still watch the movie?” Isaac continues, placing a series of kisses along his neck and his somewhat bare shoulder.

Y/n has to bite he bottom lip to keep from moaning as the other guy grabs onto he skin and starts biting and sucking gently. "Once the movie is over, we can do whatever you have planned, okay?" Y/n promises, trying to absorb what's happening on screen, but finds it difficult with the wonderful neck attack from him. Although not that he would ever admit it.

"Please?" Isaac murmurs, licking sweetly at the little bruise that will be gone by morning. "Like I said, you can keep watching Satine seduce that creepy duke and I'll do all the work." A little pinch on Y/n's earlobe before he continues. “And you know how much you like it when I spank you…”

This time, Y/n definitely gasps, and a small moan escapes his throat before he can choke it back.

God Isaac is playing dirty, saying things he knows Y/n won't refuse. I can't refuse. He doesn't want to refuse. Not really anyway.

But, but... Moulin Rogue! It had been months since he had last seen him; school, the lacrosse team and helping his dad by monopolizing his time, not to mention the kid was half spread all over him now that he can finally enjoy the movie he really doesn't want to stop.

So he refuses to budge, wanting to see the movie. But that's the problem, right? Because he definitely wants Isaac to continue too. He loves to be spanked; he always makes him so damn hot and bothered, always guaranteeing to give him the best releases. Those tingling sparks that shoot straight through he entire body with each small stroke, he sensitive skin and flesh accepting each stroke easily and with relish, bursting with arousal and hanging on the brink of cumming before the final blow has struck. ..

Holy stars, he wasn't going to be able to say no, was he?

He finally snuggles back into the duvet beneath him, unable to stop himself from grinning goofily at the thought of his boyfriend behind him, shifting impatiently hoping Y/n will let him touch the ivory skin in front of him, to practically mutilate him. . "Fine, fine," Y/n finally concedes with an exasperated but happy smile. "Get on with it, and I'll finish this movie myself".

A quick, open-mouthed kiss is placed just below his ear. "Thank you," Isaac whispers softly. With just a little help, Y/n can feel Isaac pulling down his skinny jeans along with his underwear, and shivers as he feels the cold air making contact with his still-frozen skin.

'Isaac better be right about turning me on...' Y/n thinks cleverly, once again trying and failing to focus on the screen in front of him. He's not going to be able to assimilate a single moment of the movie, is he?

When the first punch lands on his right cheek, Y/n knows he's definitely not going to care about the movie anymore, not while those sparks shoot up his body and make him bite his lower lip to keep from screaming. of pleasurable agony. His cock, already hard and dripping, drags against the bedding beneath him as the second blow against his ass hits, causing his hips to lurch forward and a groan to escape from his throat. .

God, it had been too long since they'd last done this.

Although they had only been together for less than six months, they had already found various problems big and small that they enjoyed together; spanking definitely being the most exciting thing for both of them. And believe that everything had started by chance.

Isaac had only walked up to him in the school hallway to kiss him good morning before walking away with a little slap on his jean covered bum. However, the older boy hadn't gotten very far before Y/n lunged at him, red-faced and out of control aroused, and demanded the older boy fuck him in the janitor's closet before class. All for a small, harmless bump.

That had been the start of it all, and nowadays Isaac always made sure to spank Y/n when they had little time to cum, or when they had more than enough time and just wanted to turn Y/n on and annoy him. Or anytime really. Something the countertenor was aware of, but he found no reason to argue. Not when he felt as amazing as he did.

The third and fourth blows hit the crack of him and Y/n lets out muffled moans against his elbow where he had hidden his face. He hits five, six and seven landing in the creases between he thigh and butt, making he bite down hard on his arm to keep from crying out. Eight and nine land further into his back, causing his hips to lift, leaning in more to ensure the next punch lands more toward the center of his lob.

Isaac lands on his front and Y/n moans with pleasure.

After that, Y/n was more or less numb, moaning with each little hit and getting closer and closer to his release. He's about to cum when Isaac finally relents from him and Y/n protests heatedly, too flustered and desperate for the older guy to stop now of all time.

"What?! No, no, don't stop! Don't you dare stop now! I was about to come!" Y/n groans, trying to fully embellish self against the mattress, but strong hands gripping he hips they stop him.

“Maybe I don't want you to come yet,” Isaac teases, pressing a quick kiss to his stinging, reddened flesh. "Maybe I want to be buried in that wonderful ass of yours when you come, feel you squeeze me..."

And, gosh, isn't that a pretty picture? Hastily nodding along with Isaac's plan, Y/n moves his hips up, wordlessly begging the other boy to hurry up and do exactly that. But Isaac just laughs and caresses his sensitive bottom with the palm of his hand.

“Relax Y/n, there's no rush, and I have to stretch you, right? Now do you want my fingers or do you want my tongue?

And really, if Isaac thinks there's any question about what Y/n wants from those two options, Y/n might have to reconsider his boyfriend choices. Still, he practically sings his response: “Language, tongue, definitely your tongue. God. please, please, please, oh!

His moaning pleas are drowned out by the first stroke of Isaac's very talented tongue through the gaping crack in him; a wet trail of saliva now running from his balls to the base of his spine. After that Isaac pretty much gobbles it up, not that Y/n is complaining at all.

Round and round, that tongue strikes at his eager entrance, making him buck and jerk and groan and gasp and plead. That devious little tongue is making him fall apart apparently, and Isaac hasn't even raped him yet. And he knows he won't be allowed to come until Isaac is inside him, he knows he won't be allowed to come unless he's squeezing the blessed length of his boyfriend. And while knowing all of that is complete and utter torture, it's also so damn exciting and tantalizingly hot.

Grabbing the sheets in his hands and squeezing them tight, Y/n arches as Isaac finally points out his tongue and slowly, oh so slowly, pushes it into him. Making fun of him. Torturing him.

Over and over that tongue fucks him; His muscles gradually relaxed around the intrusion, allowing it to go deeper. Y/n is panting, little 'uh uh' coming out of his mouth constantly as Isaac spreads his ass even wider and delights in it.

"Please, please, Isaac, just get inside, please, I'm ready, I'm so, so ready…" Y/n stammers, begging the tenor to move and fuck him once and for all.

“Hmm,” Isaac hums, leaving stray licks around the edge of him as he thumbs Y/n's hole open. “What if I want to keep eating you out then, huh? What if I want to rip your ass apart before I fuck you? So what, huh?

Y/n just groans in response, pushing his butt back as far as he can, his trembling limbs not allowing much movement.

But it seems to be enough, because he can feel the older boy's fingers emptying him, he can feel his presence walking away before returning, and when a quiet 'click' sounds from a bottle, Y/n is internally glad.

Very soon there is a wet pressure against his hole, and pressing back he can feel something fill him. Something so big, so thick, so long. So absolutely familiar and totally welcome.

A long moan passes his lips as Isaac pushes into him, stretching him wide. After that, the only thing Y/n can notice is the way Isaac hits him, how he fills him up over and over again, punishing his prostate and getting every sound imaginable out of Y/n. Everything is so perfect with this guy who is so good to him, so good at making Y/n feel beautiful and sexy and desired.

Suddenly, a strong arm wraps around his waist and lifts his hips to rest on his unsteady knees; causing the quick, stabbing thrusts to go even deeper into him, reaching depths Y/n didn't even know Isaac could touch, and he screams how much he loves him.

It isn't long before he can feel the expected orgasm rushing over him, occupying all of his senses as he freezes before exploding; his cock spurted between him and the mattress, his ass tightening around Isaac's thick length. He's on cloud nine, lounging there for several long seconds before slowly coming back down to earth, to his bed, to his Isaac and feeling him spilling his load deep into his ass, coating his inner walls. splendidly.

For many long minutes afterwards, only loud panting is heard in his room; Y/n lay with he head resting on Isaac's chest, feeling each breath as they calmed down together. His hands are clasped on Isaac's stomach, Isaac's thumb stroking the back of his hand.

Finally, Y/n is able to muster his wits from him, and with a smile and a quick peck on the cheek from he boyfriend, he turns around and finds the computer that had been folded out of the way during his previous activities. .

"So since I can't remember where we were, I guess we'll just watch it from the beginning," Y/n says with a smile in Isaac's direction. "Would you mind watching it with me?"

[septimaseverina]

꧁Introduction꧂

Greeting everyone who accidentally discover this random blog.

♛ this is the very personal blog. It contains both serious and shit posts. Also; I reblog whatever I love, I like, I wanna and I need to. Sometimes, I ramble, whine, do carthasis-ing.

🌈 I go with the 'SeptimaSeverina' alias, because I like number 7 and I want to acquire Latin.

✅ You can call me Sept, Jo (derived from my Cantonese name that my father had given me) and Sreesaptaa or Ravindaa (रविन्दा - my sanskrit names)

🌐 South East Asian. I was born and live here for my entire life. My country is not entirely looking good as you see in multimedia, but somes are real - like faking-Democracy etc.

🏛 Skeptic + Epicurean + Stoic (trying) + Yogic

📝 Still learning Sanskrit, Spanish, Italian, French, Ancient Greek, Latin, Gaelic, Irish

💯 My family members and my closest friends define me as 'nerdy', 'artsy', 'indie', 'Tsunami-like', 'goth', 'emo', 'kinda-complicated' and so many.

🤓 Love to learn and study almost everything, but too lazy to get another degrees. Because I'm tired and so done with educational system. Being self-learner has more freedom and don't have to convince some old-fashioned and arrogant lecturers to open their minds for the new hypothesises - moreover, it's better to debate with free thinkers.

🌌 I ran the Arno Dorian Imagine. But I've found out, nope. My love for fandom is not only one fandom.

So, my main fandoms are

✺ Star Wars

✺ Assassin's Creed

✺ Dishonored

✺ Period Dramas

✺ Doctor Who

✺ TV Series

✺ Films (Worldwide!)

☆ Loves of my life -> Diego Luna/Cassian Andor, Ewan McGregor/Obi-Wan Kenobi and Dev Patel

🌺 And, another obsession favourite topics are;

✴ Language (Including Linguistic, Etymology, Philology etc. AKA Everything about language)

✴ History (worldwide history, art history, fashion history and etc.)

✴ Arts (painting, sculpture, architecture and etc.)

✴ Archaeology

✴ Astrology

✴ Universal Lore and Mythology

✴ Comparative Religion

✴ Astronomy

✴ Aesthetic

✴ Cultures

✴ Anthropology

🌹 I have planned to draw and painting again, after 8 years of torment. I'm gonna post my arts on new blog and opening commission in future.

🌻 Also, fan fiction writing, I write reader inserts in English for female readers and Canon Male Characters x OFCs here.

🍀Thank you for reading and understanding.🍀

📍Note : my blog is full of spoilers.

🔪 Note 2 : Every scam. Try me or you will be mortified. I AM GONNA DO THAT FROM YOUR MOTHERS'FAVOURITE CHAIRS.

🪓 Note 3 : If you try to flirt with me and hitting on me, you are gonna be blocked too.

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[mlmxreader]

Simpler Days and Simpler Nights | Obi Wan Kenobi x Male!Reader

request; can you do obi wan kenobi x male reader with the prompt "Why do you always steal my clothes?" - @livingdeadboy16​

summary; you and Obi Wan decide to do something to try and relive certain days 

warnings; if you squint then possibly dirty talk 

Obi Wan had grown used to it by now, he had grown used to coming up one short when he counted how many robes he had, he had grown used to sometimes finding an extra one that definitely wasn’t his judging by the fact that they were messy and that they were stained with dirt, he had grown used to it and would simply sigh and shake his head whenever he found an extra robe or whenever he found one missing, as he knew all too well who the culprit was: you, his brilliant boyfriend. 

Obi Wan didn’t particularly mind it, he did have to curse the fact that your dirty robes, the ones stained with sand and with mud, often infected his own, though; but besides that, he didn’t mind, usually putting them away like the rest and leaving them until you would either take them back or would end up simply abandoning them. Mostly he was thankful that you didn’t touch his cloaks, or the other bits and pieces of clothing that he did sometimes fear that you would steal from time to time but never did. Between meetings on the council and everything else that he had going on, Obi Wan was mostly just thankful that he could always steal back some of his clothes from you so that he could catch a whiff of your scent imprinted on the fabric from time to time, reminding him of simpler days. 

Days spent on a planet full of lakes with a blazing sun, spending so much time in the lakes that when you left them, you had to hold him up to prevent him from falling over on shaky legs; days spent lying on the lakeshores in the sun and basking in its warmth as if the days would never end, as if that goodbye song would never be sung. 

Days spent in your bed, hushed moans silenced with sweet kisses and the warm feeling of his skin on yours, his kisses mapping out every little mark on your body that he could, his touch so welcoming and so soft and so sweet; days spent beneath the duvet and laughing quietly at how his beard would tickle your neck and how some stray strands of your hair would tickle his cheek. Those days were probably his favourites, always ending in being wrapped up in one another’s embrace just as dawn was about to rise and a new day was about to begin; Obi Wan loved those days, especially. 

But then there were the nights, too. 

The nights he would hang on your arm as you walked through the city together, his head pressed against your bicep as you talked about everything that came to mind and anything that happened to seem interesting as he so keenly listened, nodding and humming so that his silence wouldn’t be thought of as being ignored. 

The nights you would sneak in through his window and wouldn’t even surprise him because he would sense it within the Force as long as an hour before you dared to come through, a cheeky smile on your lips as you waved to him before collapsing on his floor, so harshly that he sometimes feared that another Jedi would hear it and would question the things that went bump in the night. Those nights were usually just spent with you crushed into his side as you played with his fingers gently and spent hours in silence, just to be with one another, just to spend some time together as if it was the most precious thing in the world. 

So even though Obi Wan did think of it as a mild inconvenience, he never much minded that you stole his clothes, or that he sometimes stole yours, or that you sometimes abandoned yours with his, as it never failed to make him think of those times; the simpler days and the simpler nights where he didn’t worry about breaking the Jedi Code so much, where he didn’t worry about everything and anything going on around him all at once. It was a break that he needed every now and then, it was a  break that he appreciated, whether it lasted a minute or an hour, it was a break that he often welcomed with open arms and a handsome smile. He liked to be reminded of the simpler days and the simpler nights, he thought of them often when he couldn’t spare the time to be around you, he thought of them when he was away fighting the Clone Wars and he was alone somewhere far, far away and was sleeping on a bed that wasn’t really his; he often thought back to them, and how much he would have liked to have been in them once more, if only for a little while, if only for a short and sweet moment of time, he would have loved to relive those simpler days and those simpler nights. He would have loved to. But while it was very much a nice thought, it was nothing other than just that: a nice thought. It could only ever be a nice thought, as even though there would come days where things were quiet and simple once more, Obi Wan knew that they wouldn’t be the same, that they would be much different to how they used to be and that there was no going back to those lovely and simple and quiet days; he caught himself thinking about it whilst drinking tea in the morning, and he caught himself thinking about it whilst he was in the shower. Poor Obi Wan almost couldn’t shake those simpler times from his mind. 

And when you somehow managed to get him a pass for a few days, an excuse to go to one of the planets with those gorgeous lakes and that brilliant sun, he couldn’t do anything but think about the days that had been spent there; a smile that was so close to being a grin had come upon his face before he had agreed to go with you, but when you were looking over your things together, Obi Wan couldn’t help but to clear his throat and smile as he pulled out a very familiar article of clothing. 

“Why do you always steal my clothes?”

“I didn’t realise it was yours,” you admitted with a soft laugh and a shrug, rubbing the back of your neck as you bit at the inside of your lip. “But it’s mine now, anyway.” 

“I don’t recall saying you could have it,” he replied, humming as he folded up the material and held it close to his chest. 

You rolled your eyes, shooting him a playful smile as you made a gesture for him to hand it over; and when he didn’t dare to do such a thing, you scoffed and shoved your hands in your pockets, looking down at the floor and grumbling. “Fine, then, I guess I’ll just freeze at night…” 

“You won’t freeze,” Obi Wan mumbled, shaking his head fondly as he dared to move himself around so that he was beside you, angling his head so that his lips were right beside your ear as he dared to smile. “I’ll be there to keep you warm if it ever gets cold.” 

You pushed him off, gentle enough for it to make him take a step back, but not so harsh that he would feel as if you were no longer playing around and teasing. You dared to huff as you looked away. “Your clothes would be better, y’know, in case you have to go out and grab something.” 

“I would never,” Obi Wan told you, almost promising as he dared to come back to your side, resting his temple on your shoulder as he hummed lowly, softly. “You’re my boyfriend, (y/n), my sun and my stars - I wouldn’t leave you, if for a moment.” 

You reached a hand up to somehow manage to gently play with his hair, letting out a low mutter as you looked at the bags of clothes that sat upon the bed. “Maybe we should take some out, anyway, I mean, it’s not as if we’re going to be using them a lot, is it?”

“If this is just another excuse to make me wander around half-naked…” he didn’t finish the sentence as he broke away from you, bundling up some of the extra few clothes here and there, just robes and cloaks and such things, before he set them aside and smiled at you. “Is that better?” 

“Much, actually,” you agreed with a nod, moving in close so that you could cup his face in your hands gently, looking into his blue eyes for a moment before you dared to pull him in close enough so that you could press the sweetest of kisses to his lips. “Much, much better.” 

Your hands drifted down to his waist, pulling him close, his hands soon going to your shoulders for a moment as he simply smiled at you and took in the way you looked in the golden light that filtered through his windows; one of his hands dared to drift around to the back of your neck as he licked his lips, his gaze drifting down to yours as he silently begged for another sweet kiss, just another sweet kiss, just one more moment, just one little moment to escape and to think about those simpler days and those simpler nights, just one little sweet moment. When you started to lean in, your grip on his hips growing a little tighter, Obi Wan eagerly met you halfway there, drowning in the way your lips moved with his and scalding himself in the way your kiss felt and how it made him light-headed and unable to stop smiling, how it took his breath away and how he could stay like that forever; he loved the way your kisses made him feel and how he could drown in them until there was no more water left to swallow. 

You pulled away eventually, smiling as if you had seen the stars in the night sky for the first time ever, your chest rising and falling harshly as you tried to gather as much breath as you could before you gently raked your hands back up to the back of his head, one arm slung around his shoulders as you dared to place the softest of kisses to his forehead. 

“You know, we really should get going,” he commented, letting his arms coil around you, his hands staying at the middle of your back as he sighed. “But, as much as I hate to admit it… I don’t want to move.” 

“I don’t, either,” you said quietly, letting him press his head against your chest as he closed his eyes and allowed you to run your hand through his hair gently, playing with the strands so softly that it could make even velvet the same texture as brick. “What harm would it do to get there late, anyway? It’s not like we have anything on a schedule, Kenobi.” 

“Maybe not,” he agreed, looking up at you for a second before burying his head against your chest and closing his eyes. “But what if someone caught us here, like this?”

“Then the entire council would know that Obi Wan Kenobi has a boyfriend,” you started, “but because his boyfriend’s none other than (y/n) (y/l/n), they won’t do anything about it, or else I’ll kick Yoda out the window.” 

That made Obi Wan laugh, pulling himself away from you so that he could throw his head back as he laughed, such a beautiful sound, a sound that could easily outshine the beauty of the dawn, a sound that could easily make the stars and the moon glittering in the sky seem like the most ugly and bleak thing in the world. You loved the sound of his laugh, more than anything. 

“Obi?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I love you.”

[junkieboyfriend]

Kinda wanna write a priest Ewan x male reader but what do you guys think??

I might make it a tumblr exclusive cause I don’t feel it fits my AO3 vibe

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

VOTE! (NOT FOR A FIC BUT A CHARACTER/CELEBRITY)

So, I'm gonna cancel the yandere series, I really like this one (The Pharaoh x male reader). And because I have never seen one that involves Pharaoh x male reader.

Same rules:

PICK ONE CHARACTER! (Don't say [Character 1] or [Character 2] you must pick or I'll choose for you

You MUST put it in the comments. If you can't type in the comments or you want to stay anonymous, send me an ask with your vote and I'll add it in the comments.

Edward Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Jasper Hale

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Caius

Aro

Marcus

Demetri

Sam Uley

Garett

Tony Stark

Peter Parker (Bumping up his age)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Clint Barton

Pietro Maximoff

Scott Lang

Bruce Banner

Dr. Strange

Loki

Venom

Deadpool

Helmut Zemo

Falcon

Izuku Midoriya

Dabi

Katsuki Bakugou

Mirio Togata

Tenya Lida

All Might

Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Hawks

Eijiro Kirishima

Shoto Todoriki

Chris Hemsworth

Chris Evans

Robert Downey Jr.

Shawn Mendes

Tom Holland

Jeremy Renner

Sebastian Stan

Henry Cavill

Zac Efron

Colby Brock

Brennen Taylor

Sebastian Stan

Jensen Ackles

Jared Padalecki

Anthony Mackey

Aaron Taylor Johnson

Misha Collins

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Matt Cohen

Bryan Dechart

Joe Manganiello

Pedro Pascal

Kim Nam-Joon/RM

Kim Seok-JIn

Min Yoongi

Jung Ho-Seok

Park Ji-Min

Kim Tae-Hyung

Jeon Jung-Kook.

James McAvoy

Ryan Reynolds

Robert Pattinson

Hugh Jackman

Johnny Depp

Scott Eastwood

Jared Leto

Ben Affleck

Ewan McGregor

Channing Tatum

Luke Evans

Tom Hiddleston

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

John Winchester

Lucifer

Crowley

Jack Kline

Young John (Michael)

Dean (Michael)

Adam (Micheal)

Archie Andrews

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Kevin Keller

Hiram Lodge

Malachai

F. P. Jones

Fangs Fogarty

Eren Jaeger

Levi Ackerman

Erwin Smith

Jean Kirstein

Reiner Braun

Kenny Ackerman

Bertolt Hoover

Clark Kent/Superman

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Arthur Curry/Aquaman

Billy Batson/Shazam (Bumping up his age)

Hal Jordan/Green Lantern

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Barry Allen/The Flash

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow

Captain Cold

Captain Atom

Chris Redfield

Leon S. Kennedy

Albert Wesker

Carlos Oliveira

Ethan Winters

Karl Heisenberg

Piers Nivans

Mr. X

Cole Young

Johnny Cage

Scorpion

Kui Liang

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Tyler Lockwood

Matt Donovan

Tobio Kageyama

Kei Tuskishima

Toru Oikawa

Tetsuro Kuroo

Asahi Azumane

Daichi Sawamura

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kotaro Bokuto

Satoru Gojo

Kento Nanami

Aoi Todo

Toji Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Brahms Heelshire

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Stu Matcher

Billy Loomis

Hannibal Lector

Will Graham

Norman Bates

Pyramid head

Sweeney Todd.

Bobby Drake

Scott Summers

Logan Howlett

Erik Lehnsherr

Young Professor X

Scott Mccall

Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

Geralt of Rivia

Ian

Mickey

Collin Shea

Johnny Storm

Jake Jensen

Ari Levinson

Tanner Grayton

RK800 (CONNOR)

RK900 (NINES?)

Gavin Reed

[littleoddwriter]

Hello 👋👋 it's me again 😅, i just saw that the headcanon requests are open and i just thought about a Obi Wan x Male!reader. I guess the old jedi master needs some hugs and kisses after all he have been through.

(Feel free to ignore this request if you're feeling overwhelmed with so many requests, you're health comes first 😁)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Male!Reader | Headcanons (Post-RotS & Pre-Kenobi TV)

Hey there! Ohhh, yes! He does, gosh, I have so many feelings... <3 Thanks for the request, I hope you like these! :') (Thank you for being so considerate, ah! I appreciate it! <3)

notes; Male!Reader; Reader is a Jedi; Plays during those 10 years before the series - so NO spoilers; Relationship Headcanons (kind of); Hurt/Comfort; Trauma; Cuddles & Kisses; Fluff.

You’ve always been in love with each other, only starting to let it grow and be a thing between you two shortly before Order 66; and so you look for shelter on Tatooine together, watching over Luke there.

At first Obi-Wan kind of pushes you away, tries to get you to find safety somewhere else, with someone else, far away from him. He’s traumatised, hurt, and feels like you’re not safe with him.

But you refuse and stay, and eventually he relents. He likes having you there, he loves you after all, so he forces himself to be okay with it, to not dwell on his mistakes and what happened on Mustafar. 

He has nightmares every single night, though. You always calm him down. You cuddle with him in bed, stroke his hair soothingly, whisper sweet nothings into his ear and lull him back to sleep that way. 

While the nightmares never get better, at least he has fewer flashbacks during the day. Because you never give up on helping him in every way you can and know how to. 

Both of you are badly scarred (psychologically, mostly) from what happened; but you know there’s no way you’ll survive if you don’t move on at all. You’re lucky to have each other and be able to support one another at all.

Every day you tell Obi-Wan how much you love him, what he means to you and how he couldn’t have known what was happening; and every time you underline your statements with a kiss to his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his brow, his temple, the top of his head, and/or his neck. He usually sheds a tear or two because of it.

It’s difficult to live in exile and fear of being found out every day, but you make it work somehow. You hide, you love, you live. And that’s all that matters for the time being.

[highsviolets]

of hyperdrives & hands: engineer!reader x obi-wan

summary: you’re fixing the hyperdrive on the Negotiator when a mysterious being pays you a visit.

word count: I honestly have no idea bc i wrote this whole thing on my notes app in the car lmao. (sorry if the formatting is weird/there are typos!!)

rating: G. but also, this is basically a love letter to Ewan McGregor’s gorgeous hands.

A/N: fulfilling a request for the lovely @aty-cgca7! ily, chasity! I hope it’s everything you were looking for 💖 also I know nothing about engineering or computers or hyperdrives so don’t come for me y’all 😂

of hyperdrives & hands, a fic by corellians-only

Brow furrowed in concentration, you squint in the hazy light. Reaching up to your forehead with your left hand, you slide your fingers across the surface of your skin, batting away renegade wisps of hair that had fallen away from your bun.

Maker, but it was warm down here, in the maw of this behemoth ship. You curse softly to yourself as a bead of sweat hovered perilously close to your eyelash, threatening to obscure your vision as you strain to locate the loose wire that had sent you onto the Negotiator in the first place. Hadn’t your father always warned your that space was cold? When you told him you had joined the Civilian Engineer Corps to help with the war effort, he had even cracked a joke about adding extra layers to your uniform.

You frown. Clearly, accomplished pilot though he was, you father had never been in the hyperdrive control center of a Republic Venator-class Star Destroyer.

Catching your distraction, you shake your head. No. You needed to focus. Now was not the time to question your father’s supposed space travel wisdom. There’s a job to be done. Hyperdrives did not fix themselves.

There she is. Rather than simply becoming disconnected, the wire had split in two, snapping under the pressure from the processing core directly above the unit. This was going to be more complicated than you thought.

For a few hours, the only sounds that filled the room were soft snip of wirecutters and the gentle thrum of the engines. As you start re-routing the stray wire, your mind begins to wander.

You had heard stories about Star Destroyers with entire hangers of processing cores for the shields alone. That their nav computers were the most accurate in the galaxy. That their holo encryption system was unbreakable (it wasn’t. You had written and sliced a viral code into their data key a few standard months back, just to see if you could). This was your first time on such a warship when it was in space, and while it was impressive, at the end of the day, it ran like any other ship.

Tali had been even aboard General Secura’s flagship, the Liberty, for a supply dump once and she swore that their weapons systems were the most flawless thing she had ever seen - barring General Kenobi, of course, she had added with an impish grin tossed your way.

Your not-so-subtle crush on the dashing General was an open secret among your platoon of female engineers. Most of them assumed it was because he was pretty and famous — he was on nearly every holomag cover, after all — but you knew better. You knew he was a good man. His hands told you so.

The first time you had seen General Kenobi, you had been playing in the undercity of Coruscant when a boy a little older than yourself had stopped to ask what you were building with the rubble left behind from an explosion caused by the nascent Black Sun cartel a few days earlier.

“I don’t know,” you had responded belligerently, upset at your endeavors having been interrupted - and by a boy, no less. “Why do you have a braid in your hair?” you continued. “I thought only girls had braids.”

The boy had adjusted his stance to stand up taller. “I’m going to be a Jedi,” he proclaimed. “I’m Obi-Wan,” he offered with a smile. His eyes flashed suddenly, and with a quick thrust, his hand extended into the dusty air. A sheet of durasteel that had been hovering precariously at the tip of the heap was now suspended in midair, mere centimeters from crashing down on your head. Even in the grim half-light of the slums, you could see sapphire eyes earnestly fixed on the hunk of metal. Strong, lithe fingers gestured gracefully. The object fell with a great crash a few meters away.

You could only stare in awe.

The faint sound a male voice calling had caused him to twist his head and listen. “I have to go.” He frowned. “Master Qui-Gon is calling me. I hope I see you again some day.”

He bowed slightly, then turned and trotted back toward his Master.

You had never been quite able to forget the teenager with pretty hands who had saved your life.

Nearly two decades later, you had seen him again. You and Tali had been sipping cups of caf before your shifts in the makeshift mess hall of a personnel loading area when you sensed his presence. Not in a Jedi way - you didn’t have a lick of Force sensitivity, you knew - but in the way you noticed that everyone seemed to speak a little softer and trail their eyes after the passing figure in white armor.

He had strode past the the two of you, hardly sparing a glance at two female civilian engineers and pointedly ignoring the sheer weight of the gazes trained on him. Later, over a pint of lomin ale, Tali has raved about his hair, and how “he had a shoulder to hip ratio that was sharper than a vibroblade, didn’t you notice?”

You had taken a sip of your drink and laughed good-naturedly at Tali’s antics. You had noticed him, to be sure, but you had been transfixed by his hands, not his muscles.

Back in the days before the war, when you were still a little girl, your father Aves had always told you to take note of a being’s hands. In the present moment, you smile as you refit the access panel on the hyper drive’s core reactor as a the memory comes to mind.

Even though he was a good father, Aves had been a man of mystery. Whatever it was he did for a living, it had blessed him with an intimate knowledge of guns, starships, and computers, and he had passed everything he knew on to his “blazing sun,” he used to call you affectionately.

“Blazing sun,” he would instruct you, “you can tell a lot about a being by their hands.” When he was satisfied he had captured your attention, the impression of a smile glowed across his face. He resumed cleaning his carbine rifle as he spoke, his voice low and smooth. “You can tell a lot about a being by their hands,” he intoned again. “Their trade. Their social class. How they hold a weapon. What kind of weapons they use. If they can pilot a ship. If their mind is focused or skittish.” The tall man had shrugged gently, an action that seemed counterintuitive to the grade A contraband blaster now resting comfortably in his expert grip. A new power pack slapped into place with a precise snap. “If you ever want to know someone” — he tucked a stray hair behind your ear tenderly, the other hand still clutching the blaster — “look at their hands.”

You begin tapping out routine codes on the core reactor to test the replacement wire. The various combinations of letters and numbers in basic and binary were muscle memory, and you stared in awe as your own fingers punch in the digits seemingly of their own volition.

Yes, it was General Kenobi’s hands that most enraptured you, you decided. Slender, calloused (you supposed - not that you had ever had the pleasure of testing that theory for yourself), extensions of strong, well muscled arms that indicated a strong degree over his motions. He had held them so softly at his sides that day in the mess hall. They had gestured animatedly as he walked alongside a clone commander, a graceful arc to his movements that made you think he would be a good dancer — or a formidable fighter.

The klaxon of an alarm drives you from your reverie. “Oh, kriff.” The latest code you had entered seemed to have caused the wires to short circuit, tripping an internal safety alarm.

“Kriff, kriff, kriff.” You continue to swear violently as you all but run over to the central computer console and entering a code to kick-start a program to halt the shrieking din. Within the minutes, the alarm bells stop, and you sag against the console in relief.

“Is something the matter?” a rich tenor voice asks from behind you.

Immediately you tense. In a singular, practiced motion, you pivot on your left heel and whip your blaster into your right hand simultaneously, turning to face the voice in a fighting stance.

“Freeze!” you call into the shadows. Your eyes scan the cavernous room methodically before settling on a spot a few meters in from the doorway where the light seems distorted. You take aim with your blaster.

“Justice, freedom, faith,” the disembodied voice replies calmly from the same spot.

Your eyes narrow. Whoever the being was, they had given the correct password. But the upper-class Coruscanti accent didn’t belong to anyone in your platoon, and who else would be prowling around the underbelly of General Kenobi’s flagship? There had been faint rumors of a lightsaber wielding Separatist operative. Maybe they were coming to sabotage the ship? Well, not on your watch.

“Step into the light,” you order, durasteel edging into your voice. “Keep your hands above your head.” The contours of the blaster are cool, comforting in your grip, soothing the blood rushing just beneath the surface.

A tall auburn-haired man steps into the light, arms raised. “Will this suffice?” he asked wryly, amusement playing across his features as you feel shock and embarrassment creep up your neck and onto your cheeks.

Stars above. I almost shot General Kenobi. A thousand thoughts race through your mind faster than light speed - some witty, some pragmatic.

But of course, what slips out is neither of those.

“Fierfek, you startled me,” you manage to spit out instead. It’s only your steel will that prevents you from collapsing from embarrassment on the spot. Feigning nonchalance you decidedly do not feel about almost murdering a war hero and childhood crush, you holster your weapon and turn back to the console.

“I gathered as much,” he returns, amusement still coloring his tone.

The room fell silent for a few moments as you run system diagnostics.

“What is it you’re working on?” This time, he’s so near you can feel the heat of his breath on the back of your neck. Well honed reflexes are faster than your brain, though, and it isn’t until you feel a gentle pressure on your elbow that you realize it’s raised to jab him in the throat.

General Kenobi’s chuckle seems to fill the room. “Are you sure you aren’t trying to kill me?” he murmurs. A shiver runs up your spine despite yourself and you feel your stomach start to coil.

You stare at the data steaming on the console until your eyesight begins to blur. “That depends. Are you trying to kill me, sir?” Maker, but you were mouthy today. What was wrong with you?

Kenobi releases your arm dropping his to his side. Immediately, you feel bereft somehow with the loss of his touch.

Peering over your shoulder, he asks, “hyperdrive problems?”

Kriff, does that man not realize what he is doing to you, muttering in your ear like that? Of course he doesn’t, you dolt, you tell yourself; he’s a Jedi. Not his fault you’ve had a crush on him since you were nearly eight years old.

“A replacement wire short-circuited the system and triggered an emergency code,” you respond as evenly as you can manage. A fresh sweat breaks out across your forehead as another complex code dances across the screen.

“What code is that?” He reaches out as though he could absorb the masses of data contained in the system through osmosis. Maybe he can. You’re not a Jedi.

The movement serves a different purpose for you. Something wet and bright glistens as his hand moves into the blue light of the console.

“You’re bleeding.”

He glances down and grimaces. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”

You arch an eyebrow. “Doesn’t look like it to me.” Blood is starting to gather around an incision slashed across his right hand.

He opens his mouth to retort no doubt, but you beat him to it. “Don’t give me that bantha dung about Jedi business.” A grease stained finger jabs in the direction of his chest.

Kenobi’s face remains impassive. When he doesn’t respond, you roll your eyes, and, tugging at his elbow, drag him over to the glow lamp near your workstation.

He continues to scrutinize you, and you look down at yourself, wondering what he’s staring at. Your coverall sleeves are rolled up, there’s sweat gathering at your collarbone, and you feel the grimy mixture of dust and stale perspiration coating your face. You’re a hot mess if there ever was one.

Resolutely, you ignore the flush on your cheeks and the steel of his gaze and rummage for a bandage in the care pack attached to your hip. Several excruciating seconds later you find one and tear it open.

It’s when you’re grasping his hand in one of yours the he finally speaks. “I’ve seen you before.”

His cool composure inspires a sudden flash of irritation. “You seem rather certain sir,” you say as you apply a bacta salve.

“Because I am,” he responds mildly. His hand grips yours tightly when you apply the bandage, and you almost asphyxiate on the spot. You were right — his hands are calloused.

“Well, consider this your repayment from saving a girl from durasteel in the Coruscant under-levels about twenty years ago,” you answer with a quick smile. It’s hard to be angry when Obi-Wan Kenobi is in effect, holding your hand.

Reluctantly you release him from your grasp, letting your hand drift down to your side.

The General inclines his head in thanks, then glances back at the computer. “Is the hyperdrive fixed, then?”

You nod, stuffing supplies back into your pack. “I modified the code and replaced the wire so it should be okay.” You meet his eyes. “I’ll be with the ship until it returns to Coruscant, so if there any problems I’ll be available to assist, sir.”

You turn to leave, but he reaches out and catches your hand. “And who do I have to thank for such diligent caretaking of both my ship and my hand?” he inquires. His touch is like satin against your dirty hands and you grin in spite of it.

You consider for a moment. “A blazing sun,” you tell him.

You smile as you make your back to your quarters. Yes, you could tell a lot about a person by their hands.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Yurtle's 2021 Writing Projects

COSMIC: Will Byers x Reader - MALE READER + NON BINARY READER VERSIONS -> plot, dialogue, and love interest will remain the same, but I will finally be fulfilling a promise I made after far too long of making two more copies of this series that will allow readers of he/him pronouns to hopefully feel more represented, as well as readers who prefer they/them pronouns. You deserve an escape just as much as anyone else and im truly sorry its taken me this long. These versions are already in development as I type this out. This will include all seasons, and is something I am working out for Scars That Heal, and all my other stories as well.

AN UNFORTUNATE REWRITE: ASOUE x Reader - Love Interest Change -> Previously Klaus Baudelaire x Reader will now be a Violet Baudelaire x Reader. I asked you guys about this a while ago and I was met with a lot of enthusiasm. And honestly I'm getting worried about my lack of enthusiasm for this series and I don't want to give up on it, not when I've barely given the series a try. And truthfully, exploring Violet as an LI intrigues me more than Klaus. And the deciding factor in all this was Klaus Baudelaire has a small handful of x readers available whereas Violet doesn't have any. Not that I've found. I'm very sorry if this upsets you, but this is a decision I've thought a lot about for months actually and I think it will help get me through to the next season which is where Reader's backstory really starts to kick in. Thank you guys for understanding and I'd be more than happy to talk about it with you guys more if you'd like 💞

I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HER: IANOWT x Reader -> okay. So this one has really been eating at me all year. I wanna write this one SO BAD. but I just... don't have any ideas. So, if you don't mind, I'd love to brainstorm with you guys if any of you have time. I really really want to make it a Syd x Reader or a Dina x Reader. I love both with all my heart. Don't get me wrong, I love Stanley Barber with all I am, but I just. I can't do a rewrite with him. I'm sorry. All I've got so far for ideas is Syd being in love with Dina as it is in the show and Reader being in love with Syd. I'm thinking Reader has a little brother or sister that is Goob's age that is best friends with Goob, and that this is how Syd and Reader know one another but everything I try to go over the plot in my head I can't find a way to bring them together? I really thought I'd get more ideas with even a hint of what they had planned for season 2 but 😤😡 yeah. Now I have to smush it all together and wrap it up in a bow, or at least I feel pressured to. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is, those are my only solid ideas, and I am ALWAYS open to literally whatever ideas you have and more than happy to hear them, whether they're half baked ideas that came to you from some random shit post or some fully fleshed out power point presentation 😂 all my ideas are one or the other anyway, no in between lol. Point is, help is always appreciated as I do NOT want to give up on this beautiful, well crafted story and its wonderful characters 🥰💞

THE STOLEN UMBRELLA: Diego Hargreeves x Reader -> As I've mentioned before, season one has left the planning stage and is now currently ready to be written. All I need to do is finish planning season 2. Currently, I am on episode 3, The Swedish Job. There's not much I can tell you about this series that I haven't already shared but I can say what makes this rewrite an AU [if it wasn't already clear]; Vanya Hargreeves was never lied to and grew up as the seventh Umbrella Academy member. And yet, her siblings have still shut her out leaving them all with the same dynamic from the show... This book will feature my very first OC! I will explain more later, but the "faceclaim" is none other than the talented Ewan McGregor. I am very much excited for you guys to meet G.R.E.G.O.R.Y. 😇

And finally...

[working title] Not What You Expected: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader -> This was the big one. For me at least. Doing a Harry Potter rewrite is a big commitment but I honestly just snapped when I didn't see any Hermione x Readers. My goal, the whole vibe im gonna shoot for is wholesome 90s wlw [witches loving witches lol I'm sorry I couldn't resist]. Reader would be adopted by Hagrid as an infant and will have been raised on the grounds by Hagrid cause I'm sorry but he's just SUCH A mum DAD. Another little twist? Veela are supposed to be strictly blonde with "moon bright skin" well since id be the author id say FUCK THAT and bend canon and say anyone of any ethnicity can be Veela, cause yall are beautiful in all shapes, sizes and colors 😍 so basically Reader will be half Veela and just casually charm the pants off of everybody with her veela magic ESPECIALLY Hermione 😉😊. Like im sorry can you just imagine Reader all covered in dirt from helping her dad on the grounds and seeing Hermione and Hermione just 😳 *gay gulp* and then reader opening her mouth an then greeting her with the heavy west country accent and oh no Hermione didn't realize how pretty girls were and for heavens sake, surely this girl knew she had a bowtruckle on her shoulder clinging to her ear and wait. She's ALSO memorized all of Hogwarts a History and- oh no... Like, im sorry but I have NO self control and I just have to write this. Bonus, Harry Potter may or may not but definitely will be Reader's Designated Himbo Friend™ and yes this is what I was asking you guys on your input for earlier. I totally understand and respect putting reader in Gryffindor and Slytherin, both are wonderful choices for story paths for reader. But im gonna do my best to bring as much representation to the table as I can and use the most underrepresented house cause everyone deserves to feel represented as much as they possibly can ☺ i sincerely hope you guys are as excited for this as I am, please let me know what you think about this one as I was pretty nervous to share this idea with you guys. [EDIT: I have a title!! MUDBLOODS & HALF-BREEDS !!]

Thank you guys so much for reading, I know I word vomit a lot 😄 I do promise you my current WIPs have not been neglected and I actually have been working on them a fairly equal amount. Scars That Heal has actually been written for a while but needs to be tied up and I need to find a satisfying way to wrap up the chapter. But anyways, I hope you guys are as excited about these announcements as I am and I can't wait to share them with you! Love you all! 🥰

💕💕💕 - Yurtle

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Headcannons for catcher block using toys on male reader. With male reader discovering kinks they never knew they had

Catcher Block x Male!Reader | N/SFW Headcanons (18+)

Hi there! Thanks for the request, I hope you like these! :')

notes; Male!Reader; Bottom!Reader; Sexual Content - Sex Toys; Kinks; Bondage; Nipple Play; Orgasm Denial; Multiple Orgasms; Overstimulation.

Out of curiosity you agreed on letting Catcher use toys on you, as you've never actually used them on yourself before. He's quick to pull out a dildo and a vibrator.

At first he opens you up thoroughly so as not to hurt you with the toys and then the dildo is already inside you before you know it. It feels a bit strange at first, different, but still good.

He quickly thrusts it in and out of you, finding your prostate expertly and making you see stars with every thrust inside. That's when he latches onto your right nipple with his mouth and sucks on it, nibbling and licking on it as well. You're practically screaming then.

He slows down his movements and stops altogether a moment later, just when you are about to come. Going by the way he smirks at you, he is well aware of that. He waits a bit and pours some lube over the vibrator.

You expect him to put it inside you next, but instead he turns it on and holds it against your other nipple, making you moan in pleasure. You've never quite paid attention to them before. You had no idea you were this sensitive there.

While that is happening, he's moving the dildo inside you with his free hand again, making you see stars once more as you can barely even stop moaning to breathe.

Then, you unexpectedly come for the first time. Apparently Catch didn't expect it either. He just keeps going, though. Soon, you feel overstimulated on all ends. You don't want him to stop, but you also feel like you're going to explode.

You try to push him off, but he doesn't budge. He does stop eventually, but only to tie your hands together with his neck tie. He asks if you're okay with this and if he can keep going and you simply tell him yes, because you want more, you really do.

This keeps going for a while and you both relish in the fact that you can feel his tie around your wrists and hate that you can't touch him or yourself now. In a way this only turns you on more, though.

And soon you're coming again, now that he's put the vibrator inside you and kept playing with your nipples with his mouth and fingers. You had no idea about liking any of these things before, but you're glad you do now.