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[iidigestive-readerii]

Sexual Dilliances

In honor of Obi-Wan being canonically written as ace or aro, this Obitine fic enjoy. As someone that is queer myself, this was a huge win - enjoy!

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“How many sexual partners have you had?”

“Do you interrupt every moment of a post-cotial glow with questions?” Obi-Wan asked, twisting to avoid her toenail jabbing into his shin. Laughing, he untangled himself from her and rolled to his side, so they were face-to-face. 

“You’re a jerk,” Satine murmured while trying to suppress a giggle and failing. His response was to brush the hair out of her face before cupping her cheek and giving a soft kiss. It was much more chaste than the ones leading up to their current predicament: tangled in the silk sheets of her Coruscant apartment, the sounds of the never-ending traffic wafting through her sound-proofed windows. “But I suppose I did not phrase my question correctly.”

“Oh? I’m regularly tested for transmitted diseases, if that’s what you’re asking. Goddess knows what’s lurking on some of the planets my men and I are stationed on…what? Why are you laughing? It’s a necessary precaution for someone of my rank. And I don’t question what my men do in their downtime - I’d rather have them clean if they’re off galavanting through the streets of Coruscant.”

“Galavanting? Oh you do have a way with words Obi.” Satine threaded their fingers together, letting their joined hands rest between them. “But it’s been something on my mind since we ah - rekindled our dalliances.”

With a laugh Obi-Wan leaned forward and bumped his nose gently against hers, beard brushing against her skin. She longed for more, but refrained - she had questions. “I was your first, wasn’t I?”

With raised eyebrows Obi-Wan readjusted the pillow and arm beneath his head. “Well you do hold the award for destroying my innocence, my lady,” he had to chuckle at her resounding laugh. “But I have not had many more over the years, if that’s what you’re asking. Including you there have been four altogether.”

“The Great Negotiatgtor a prude - who knew, with all those rumors of sex scandals?” Satine smiled at his eye roll. “I haven’t either, not since my academy days. My position doesn’t allow for much casual dating and intercourse. But,” she sat up, the sheets pooling around her bare chest. “That wasn’t what I was referring too.”

“Pray tell, then?”

“I came across my diaries from our time on the run.”

Obi-Wan frowned, this time rising to sit beside her. The low light did little to hide his numerous scars and sculpted figure. One that was a bit too thin for her tastes, but constant war cared little about overall health and wellbeing. “I thought you released those publicly.”

“The unedited ones, my dear.”

“...oh. I…didn’t realize there was an unedited version.”

“Mmm. Not much was taken out, I admit…the editors did suggest I remove sections involving our romance. That…wouldn't have been received well.” She continued on when he made a noise of acknowledgement, moving on. “But I didn’t realize I had recorded our conversations on sexualities - both of ours, but mostly yours.”

“Ah. I suppose I’m so comfortable with it nowadays I forgot there was a time when I wasn't.”

Satine made a noise, staring at her fingers now held loosely in her lap. She smiled a bit when his fingers trailed over her knee, encouraging her to continue. “Does it still apply?”

“My sexuality? Of course it does - it’s a part of me, like being a Jedi is… you know that.”

“Not really,” Satine admitted, feeling a flush on her face. She hated blushing - it was never cute and dainty like a certain Senator of Naboo was, but splotchy and red and crawling down her neck. “Mandalore is fairly fluid in regards to what gender or species you wed - your morals and raising the next generation - parenting, fighting, education - that’s what matters. Regardless if they are from your seed and womb, though that certainly plays a role if you are. It’s still fairly uncommon to have pre-marital sex - I’m an oddity, I guess.”

Obi-Wan was about to make a jest about how she always was, but held his tongue. It wasn’t the time. He steepled his fingers under his chin, which was rather comical given that he was in the nude. “You’re talking about being myself being asexual?”

“Yes! I didn’t want to ask if it was a tender subject but - you said back then that you don’t really like having sex, or feel the need for it. Or kissing, rather. But…only a few months later that’s what we were doing and we just - picked up where we left off not too long ago and I didn’t want to pry or - “

“Ask and you shall receive, my love - within reason, of course. Can’t exactly give you Republic secrets.” Obi-Wan pretended to wince at the mock punch to his arm, clutching it dramatically and falling back onto the bed. He was pleasantly surprised when she straddled his waist, moving his fingers to the inside of her thighs, knowing she liked to be touched there - and blinking when she put a hand on his wrist to stop him. “What?”

“Why do you continue to have sex with me - with anyone - if you don’t like it?”

Humming, Obi-Wan settled for folding his hands behind his head. He studied her for a moment, admiring the soft skin and limber form. Though he knew she was deeply self-conscious about how her job had made her sedentary, he was deeply grateful she didn’t have to battle the elements and harshness of the Galaxy everyday to survive. Eyes trailing from her stomach to her small breasts to her thin pink lips and eventually to those beautiful blue eyes, he smiled. “I desire to be with you - and if that means sexually, so be it.”

Satine frowned, tapping her fingers against his chest. Her purple manicured nails felt pleasant on his skin. “Then do you like sex?”

“Hmm…I suppose over the years I’ve developed a fondness for it and all its aspects. So yes, in a way. But on a larger note, I desire to pleasure you - or any partner - and make them comfortable and secure. Valued. Loved. Plus,” he winked, rolling his hips in a way that made her almost whine and bury her head in his neck. “When you’re not focused on yourself it’s much easier to please a partner.”

“That seems like a ripe situation for abuse with the wrong partner,” Satine muttered into his neck.

“Perhaps. But I am not one to have sex with strangers - it often takes months for a strong enough bond to be there for me to share that part of myself.” Freeing a hand from behind his head, he wrapped it around Satine’s back. “We had a bond already, love. It was easy to fall back into our old patterns.”

“Romantic.”

“It is, to me.” Obi-Wan smiled at her gently when she lifted her head and gave him a quizzical expression. “Accommodating and respecting your partner is probably the most romantic thing that  can be done.”

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[secondbeatsongs]

somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.

and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.

I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me

[lesbxdyke]

I could think of no better way to share the news than this!

So when I was 17, my cat went missing and I'd given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Until on Monday, 27th of May, 2024, my friend sent me a FB post asking 'isn't that your mother?' about the person named on the microchip.

Here he is! 16 years old, and found safe, twelve whole years after he went missing!

Yesterday (Tuesday the 28th of May, 2024) I went to the rescue that had him, and I reclaimed my boy, renaming him Artie! (He'd originally been called 'Cat' because my mother and I couldn't decide on a name)

He's home safe with me now, currently inhabiting my bathroom and purring up a storm every time someone goes in there!

I'll be doing slow introductions between him and my current cat to give them the best possible chance of living in harmony!

Here's some pictures of Artie once we let him out of the carrier:

[dendrochronologies]

maya angelou saying the funniest thing anyone has ever said about editing, which i can never let myself forget EVER AGAIN [x]

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[sunbloomdew]

do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely

like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day

[wildbasil]

things haven't been great but i think they will be. eventually 🌻🌼🩷

[dazzlerazz]

Screw terfs n all but are you normal about transgirls who don't want to medically transition? Are you normal about transguys with boobs who don't wear binders? Are you normal about the trans people who only want to socially transition because that's what's right for them? Are you normal about the transgirls with beards? Are you normal about the transguys who love their curves? Screw terfs, but are you normal about trans people?

Important Edit!!!!!

I don't mean to piggyback off of the success of this post but

A trans person is in need of your financial help

My friend @the-fab-fox is struggling and is in need of help

If you can, please consider donating to him, lord knows he needs it right now

Finley is at risk of losing his living situation, vet bills piling up, and much more

Please consider donating to his fundraiser (linked below) or donating via PayPal (eriklovescats@gmail.com) with a note that it's for the GoFundMe

Edit 2

Thank you for those who have donated so far, it means the world to him and to me!

If you could, please donate further so Finley is able to get the products that he needs!

Please follow this link to understand what and why

[mrtequilasunset]

Listen man, you guys can't be like "you guys need to be normal about asexuality" and then turn around and get weirdly judgemental when you find out someone doesn't have sex by choice. Like that's weird that some of you do that.

[cemeterything]

i just think it's important to understand that love is not the antithesis of horror in fact it's often the catalyst

[chase-prairie]

Loving reminder from your land history auntie:

North American golf courses have had 50-100 years of arsenic and mercury based fungicide and herbicides applied to their soils.

Do not eat anything that has been grown on a golf course or downstream from a golf course. I know it sounds cool and radical, but you are too valuable to poison yourself with heavy metals.

Protect each other, turn your local golf course into a pollinator garden, not a sex forest or community garden.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[cottaegecore]

when you start reading again and it's like oh. oh . the sun actually does still shine.