theprettyarachnid

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i’m rewatching arcane with my mom and sister and jesus christ viktor and jayce are so fucking gay

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okay in no way am i team gale but tell me if im crazy, i remember there being like a snip bit of gale seeing katniss’s daughter and how she has blue eyes like peeta

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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i like the headcanon where obi wan is loud

Obi-Wan Kenobi - NSFW Alphabet

This is all for me. No one requested this. But I hope someone enjoys it regardless!

Warnings: Smut 18+, always wrap it before you tap it.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

King of Aftercare. Cleans you up, draws you a bath if you'd like, makes sure you're hydrated and fed before he even thinks of cuddling with you.

But when he does settle down he's drawing you into his chest, face in your hair and arms locked around your waist. He loves to chat with you after, about anything and everything. He enjoys your voice and your presence.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Obsessed with your thighs!!!! Wrap them around his waist, his head, rest your legs in his leg, anything. He needs to have his hands on them. They're soft but muscled and he loves grabbing them.

He likes his hands. Skilled in combat, skilled in how they touch you and make you moan. He thinks it's his best feature and he loves the way you stare at them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

If you'll let him, he's finishing inside you every time. It's almost primal, how badly he needs to. To fill you up, watch it spill back out, the way you gasp and arch into him.. He's kind of desperate that way.

If you won't let him, then your thighs are the next best bet. Seeing his favorite part of you painted with his cum? It's enough to have him sliding back into you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves being restrained. He could slip out of it easily, but he loves letting you tie his hands up and ride him. Getting to just lay back and watch you, the frustration of being unable to grab you.. It gets him riled.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Until he met you, not very. It was forbidden but his love for you won over. You both learned together. You communicate openly about what you both want to try, and are always willing to give new things a shot.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves laying together on your sides, bodies pressed together as he lazily thrusts into you. It’s intimate, he can see your expressions and hear you loud and clear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can go either way. Sometimes he’s serious and focused and other times you both end up giggling your heads off, clumsily taking robes off and muffling your laughter with messy kisses.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it neat but there’s hair. He keeps it trimmed well enough. It’s the same soft brown color as his hair and leads in a delicious trail to his cock.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sickeningly sweet. Eye contact, soft touches and kisses, constant praises and sweet nothings (he's such a yapper). He's always telling you he loves you, you're his, you feel amazing, etc..

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He wouldn't be able to help himself. If he's ever away from you for too long he finds himself rubbing his cock through his pants, mind filled with nothing but you. And he's taking s moment to hide away in an empty room and relieve himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Loves to finish inside you, as mentioned above. Being restrained. He loves doing the same to you, watching the peaceful expression take over your face as you give yourself over to him.

He loves to blindfold you. Taking away one of your senses just heightens everything else, and he loves watching the way you twitch and squirm.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere. Your room, his room, an empty closet, a ship. He's content to enjoy you wherever is available. A bed is usually preferred, but since your relationship is under wraps he's fine with whatever is free.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your smile and laughter. Seeing you so bright and happy, seeing you energized and excited just fuels him. He can't get enough of seeing you happy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that could hurt you. He'd give up everything to keep you safe, anything to keep you happy. Hurting you for pleasure just doesn't sit well with him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving. His happy place is between your legs, thighs as earmuffs, and tasting you on his tongue. If you want to go down on him he'd never object. Seeing you on your knees, eyes watering as you gag on him, is enough to drive him crazy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual all the way. He enjoys taking his time with you, admiring you and how you responded to him. He doesn't like rushing and feeling like he hasn't given you his undivided attention.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not too fond of them. Again, he prefers taking his time and focusing on the finer details. If he's really desperate, or you are, he'll never deny you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He doesn't mind pushing his luck and taking you somewhere a little public. Knowing someone could see the two of you, could see the way you're moaning and clawing for him.. He almost went it to happen.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Come on, he's a Jedi! He can go at least 3-4 rounds with you. If you’re also a Jedi, it’s hours before you guys part. If you’re not, you’re begging for a break, a breather. And he’s nuzzling and kissing you as you pant.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Someone might disagree, but I don’t think he cares for them. He’ll use them if you’re curious, sure! But he likes it just raw and passionate, the two of you only.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You guys tease each other CONSTANTLY. It’s a nonstop battle of you two pushing buttons and sultry looks before one of you cracks and drags the other to an empty room.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh he’ll never hide his sounds. He’ll let out the most delicious throaty groans, soft moans and whimpers that just go straight to your pussy and drive you insane.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves when you pull his hair. It drives him INSANE.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick, around 6 inches, curves slightly to the right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. So, so high. He’s almost never not needy and whiny for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Probably an hour or so after you. He likes to see you fall asleep first, likes to know you’re relaxed before he lets himself sleep.

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GUYS GUY FROM CROODS IS SO BABYGIRL

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AHAHHAHAHA i think you’re right, do you think he likes red wine or white wine better? i think red

Is it just me or does Obi-Wan give wine mum energy?

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he specifically gives me box wine mom energy

Is it just me or does Obi-Wan give wine mum energy?

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STOPPP THIS WAS SO GOOD

Our Souls Intertwined

sith!Obi Wan Kenobi x fem!jedi!reader

Word count- 4,580

Prompt- a lightsaber tilting up someone's chin

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), enemies to lovers, fighting, mutual pining, flirting, tension, fingering, piv sex, pet names (darling, love), praise, jedi!reader, reader is competent as a fighter and is a badass, no physical descrption of reader other than body parts, lightsaber color also never described, no use of y/n, open ending so you can decide for yourself what happens next

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It was an epic battle. The whir of lightsabers filled the air. Red clashed with various colors as Lord Obi Wan Kenobi, feared and powerful sith lord, fought his way through the waves of jedi that came at him. A dark smirk graced his face as he sliced through some padawans, easily defeating the young opponents in front of him. Around him, his army fired from their blasters. It was chaos, and he thrived on it. The energy around him whirled, and he harnessed the power of the force to his advantage.

It was then that Kenobi saw you.

He brushed a lock of hair that had fallen on his face to watch you battle the enemy droids that surrounded you. He saw the strain in your jaw as you parried the blaster fire that came your way before you ran and stabbed those that shot at you. Kenobi was actually impressed by the way you handled yourself, and he actually had to take a breath to calm the thoughts that flooded his mind.

Swinging his red saber in a dramatic circle, Kenobi rushed over to you, calling your name as he got within range.

You whipped around, your own lightsaber at the ready as you braced yourself from the impact of Kenobi’s weapon.

��Hello there,” Kenobi smirked.

“Kenobi,” you strained as you countered his attack and parried with one of your own.

“Lovely to see you again, darling,” he quipped.

You just grunted as you volleyed your weapon. Ignoring the way Kenobi’s yellow eyes bore into you as if they were looking into your soul, you focused on the red of his blade. The two of you fought each other one on one, your blades crossing each other as if you were in a dance. The rest of the battle seemed to fade away and all that existed was each other.

“You’ve improved, darling,” Kenobi observed as he lunged at you with more force, electricity cackling as his saber crushed against yours.

“Don’t call me that, Kenobi,” you growled back, fighting both his physical assault and the way your heart secretly fluttered in your chest whenever he called you any term of endearment. The smoothness of his voice always went right to your core, as much as you tried to push it away. 

It only took that one fraction of a second for Kenobi to gain the advantage. Just the slight loosening of your lightsaber was all it took for him to knock it out of your hand and use the force to push you onto the ground. You spat a curse under your breath as you tried to channel the force to pull your saber back into your hand, but Kenobi’s boot caught it before it slid close enough for you to grasp it.

“Shit,” you muttered as you scrambled to your knees.

Before you could rise completely, red filled your vision. The hum of Kenobi’s lightsaber rang in your ears as you suddenly found yourself paralyzed. Sweat lined your brow as he used the tip of his saber to gently force your vision up to meet his gaze. He was careful, though, careful not to actually touch the blade to your skin and hurt you. Instead, Kenobi used the force to angle your head up.

In one hand, Kenobi held his lightsaber and the other he held up with two fingers as he controlled the force around the two of you. His eyes matched the red of his blade as his gaze pierced into you.

Helpless, you swallowed hard, “If you’re going to kill me, Kenobi,” you tried to sound strong, though you were sure your voice was strained, “Just get it over with. Don’t toy with me like this.”

“Why would I kill you, darling?” he purred, clearly enjoying having you helpless on your knees before him.

The question caught you off guard.

“Why not join me?” he asked in a smooth tone, “I could help you hone your skills. You could fight at my side instead of against me.”

You inhaled sharply, “You asked me that before, Kenobi,” you steadied your breath as you focused your feelings and reigned in your emotions, “And my answer is still no.”

He smiled darkly, “Still as stubborn as ever I see,” he actually sounded impressed, “But I see there is no changing your mind yet, love.” Kenobi released you and retracted his lightsaber. 

With a gasp, you fell forward and your face smashed into the ground. Quickly, you scrambled to your hands and knees only to find Kenobi had put some distance between the two of you.

“Until next time, darling,” he gave you a quick wave of his fingers before he disappeared into a dust cloud.

You were left alone and astonished. Why hadn’t he killed you? Why did he leave you alive? Again? Swallowing hard, you ignored the way your heart pounded in your chest as you grabbed your lightsaber and ran back to help the other jedi.

*

It wasn’t long before you met Kenobi again on the battlefield. Lightsabers clashed as you fought him on the desolate planet. You weren’t even sure which planet you were on, only that it was barren and filled mostly with sand and boulders and caves. Lightsabers and blasters clashed in the dunes and rocks of the desolate planet. 

“You get better every time I see you, darling,” Kenobi smirked, “If you were to join me, I could make you even greater.”

“Keep dreaming, Kenobi,” you countered back. 

“Oh I do see you in my dreams, darling,” he grinned, enjoying how his words threw you off for a moment.

The two of you battled each other, moving away from the rest of the battlefield and the others without realizing it. You grunted as you tried to focus your energy into finally beating him, but the way his yellow eyes stared into your soul distracted you. And all it took was a moment, just one flash of an instant, for you to lose your edge.

One misstep and you tumbled down the rocky ridge that hosted your duel with the sith lord. But, before you hit the ground, you found yourself suspended in the air. Looking up, you saw Kenobi rush toward you, shouting your name. In a fit of frustration, you channeled the force and pushed that energy towards him, attempting to knock him off balance.

It did, and Kenobi fell back. However, the rush of force energy also hit a large pile of large rocks and boulders. The ground rumbled beneath your body and you knew this was greater trouble than the sith in front of you. In an instant, your goal changed from beating Kenobi to getting out of the rockslide alive. 

Looking behind him, he noticed the danger too and he bolted toward you and pulled you off the ground, “Run!” Kenobi yelled as he grabbed your hand.

The rockslide felt like it was caving in around you as you ran, your hand in his. Kenobi led you towards a cave, an opening that seemed to be your only way of escaping the cascading boulders around you both. As the dust clouded your vision and the crashing of the rocks around you made it hard to hear, you had no choice but to put your trust in him.

Kenobi got you both into the cave with just a fraction of a second to spare. Both of you crashed to the ground as the boulders piled up at the entrance, blocking you in. You let out a heavy exhale as the dust settled, and the only beams of light that lit up the small cave came from higher up.

The cave was shallow, and you could see the end of it. That meant there was no way out except for how you came in. And how you came in was currently blocked with dozens of large boulders. The beams of light came from small openings between the rocks, but they weren’t big enough to crawl through. Inside the cave, there were only the two of you, along with rocks scattered throughout the floor.

“Are you alright?” Kenobi asked with genuine concern in his voice.

“I’m fine,” you replied immediately as you tried to stand. However, when you tried to move your arm, you hissed in pain, “Shit…” you grabbed your shoulder and felt blood soak your hand.

“No you’re not,” Kenobi rushed to you, inspecting your wound and swallowing the fear that threatened to bubble over in his mind.

“I’ll be ok,” you tried to ignore his worry over you, “It’s not that bad.”

He pursed his lips as he looked at your shoulder then back to where the boulders piled high, trapping you in together, “It’s too high to climb,” he observed, “And it’ll take both of us to move all the boulders,” Kenobi turned back to you, “Which you can’t do with that injury,” he reached for your shoulder again, “Let me.” His heart fluttered in his chest as he saw the blood seep from your shoulder, and he hated the sinking feeling he had when he saw you hurt.

Before you could protest, Kenobi covered your injury with his hand and let out a long slow breath. Mouth opened in shock, you felt warmth on your injury and you felt the energy of the force flow from him into you. You watched him for a moment before you closed your eyes and surrendered yourself, feeling the force flow between your bodies as if it cradled and protected you both. Warmth embraced you as you felt rejuvenated from what Kenobi was doing.

With a gasp, Kenobi broke away from you as his eyes shot open. He backed away as he hunched forward, weak from the energy he expended. You let out a gasp of your own as you watched him crawl to a rock to steady himself before he lifted his body to sit.

“How were you able to do that?” you asked in shock as you cradled your now uninjured shoulder.

Kenobi just looked at you, “Well I wasn’t always a sith, darling,” he gave you a genuine soft smile.

The question came out before you could stop it, “What happened?”

His smile turned mischievous, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

You rolled your eyes.

Changing the subject with a heavy sigh, Kenobi said, “It looks like we’ll be here for a while. I need to recover my strength if we are to move those boulders,” he looked around, “Might as well get comfortable.”

Your body remained stiff as you stayed on high alert. Your saber was at your side, yet you made sure your hand was never far from it. The muscles in your jaw clenched harder as you watched Kenobi visibly relax on a rock, leaning back and resting his leg in front of him.

“I’m not going to attack you,” he said in a calm tone after feeling your heavy gaze on him for several long moments.

“Then what are you going to do?” you asked, guard still up but chipped away just the slightest. 

Kenobi smirked as he stood, “What would you like me to do, darling?” he purred as he took a step towards you.

You took a step back, keeping the distance between you. Yet, you couldn’t deny the way you felt the force move around you whenever he was near, and especially when it was now just the two of you trapped and alone. And you were sure he felt it too.

“I…” 

The two of you kept up this dance, Kenobi stepping forward and you stepping back until you hit a wall. His body was relaxed; he wasn’t hunting you. Instead, it was as if he was approaching you at a bar, friendly almost. Your heart pounded in your chest, yet it wasn’t from fear.

“I have something in mind,” his tone was low yet soft as he stepped into your space.

You swallowed hard as you pressed your back against the wall, feeling him against you. Kenobi placed a hand on one side of your head as his gaze bore into your soul.

“And I think you have the same thought as I do,” he continued as he leaned into you.

“How do you know?” you tried to sound tough, but you didn’t even fool yourself. You dropped your gaze to the ground, avoiding his eyes.

Kenobi let out an amused huff as he took two fingers and gently guided your face to look back up and meet his eyes. It was a similar feeling from last time when you met him on the battlefield and he used his saber to force you to look at him. Both times, you should have felt threatened, in danger. And yet, you didn’t. Not then, and certainly not now. No, it was a different feeling that pulsed through your veins.

“Because,” he said in almost a whisper, “You aren’t pushing me away.”

Your mouth dropped open as you realized that he was not trapping you at all. The only contact he made was his fingers on your chin, which you could have easily brushed off. Kenobi hovered close to you, yet he gave you a clear path out if you chose to take it. Yet, you didn’t. You chose to stay there, in his gaze.

“Why don’t you just take what you want from me?” you asked.

“Darling,” he sounded almost offended, “I would never do that to you. I would never hurt you,” he sighed, “I want you on your own volition.”

“Obi Wan…” you breathed his name… his first name you realized. 

His yellow eyes went wide as his jaw clenched, “No one has called me that in… A long time,” he sighed, “It sounds lovely in your voice.”

You let out a deep breath as you felt his breath on your lips.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he murmured, “And say my name again.” It wasn’t a command, but a request. It was his way of giving you one last out should you choose.

Your eyes darted from his yellow ones down to his lips and you swallowed hard, “Kiss me… Obi Wan.”

The moment the words left your lips he crashed his into yours. Your moan was muffled from the kiss, but you instantly melted into it, grasping at his black robes as you parted your lips for him. Obi Wan took the invitation eagerly and slipped his tongue past your lips, tasting you, savoring you. He groaned into you as he finally touched you, one hand grabbing your hip while the other cradled your jaw. 

In your studies as a jedi, you trained to feel the force around you and how to harness it. You had an exceptional understanding of it, and learned to control it much faster than your classmates. As a knight, your power only grew. But, it wasn’t until you kissed the sith lord Obi Wan Kenobi that you fully understood the true feeling of the force wrapping itself around you and how it bound two souls together. You had never felt anything like this in your life before. And from the way he groaned into you, you were sure he felt the same way.

“You taste divine, lovely,” he purred against your lips before he kissed you again, his beard ticking your face as he devoured you.

“Obi Wan…” you whispered as you broke the kiss for a breath of air. You tilted your head to the side as he kissed his way along your jaw and down your neck, sending goosebumps across your skin as he hit more sensitive spots, “Touch me. Please,” you pleaded.

“It would be my pleasure, darling,” he groaned as his hands roamed across your chest.

His hands slipped under your jedi robes and cupped your breasts. He let out a satisfied growl when you mewled in pleasure under his touch, and he could help the way he kneaded and caressed your soft mounds. Kenobi felt a jolt within him when he pinched your nipples and made you cry out louder.

He hummed as his hands made their way down your body, his eyes never moving from your face the entire time. Kenobi didn’t want to miss a single expression as he worshiped you with his hands. He paused for a moment when his fingers reached the top of your pants, but when you didn’t protest or push him away, he dipped a hand underneath the fabric.

Both of you gasped as Obi Wan’s hand cupped your pussy. While your eyes fluttered shut and you arched your back against the wall, his stayed open, watching you with great interest. Your mouth dropped open as he carefully pushed two fingers into you.

“Fuck!” you cried out as you grasped at his shoulders for balance.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he thrust his fingers in and out of you. Obi Wan couldn’t tear his eyes away from you even if he wanted to. Every little expression you made, every little sound of pleasure that escaped your lips, even how your pussy felt around him… you were everything to him.

“Obi Wan…” you whined as your mind swam in the bliss his fingers gave you. 

Oh how he loved it when you said his name. Obi Wan’s eyes burned with passion as he growled and thrust his fingers into you harder. His cock strained with need, but he ignored it in favor of pleasuring you. As he buried his fingers deep inside you, Obi Wan rutted against your body, covering you with himself as heat rose between you.

“Please… I’m close…” you moaned as you felt dizzy. You tightened your grip on him, knowing he would be there to hold you and keep you steady.

“Show me how beautiful you are when you cum, darling,” he groaned as he picked up his pace with his fingers.

It only took a few more deep thrusts for you to come undone. Your body trembled in his grip as you came hard with a loud scream of his name. Tears filled your eyes as you felt overwhelmed between the emotions that pulsed through your body as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers. And just as you felt breathless, he kissed you again, even more deeply this time.

You whimpered as Obi Wan slowly pulled his fingers out of you and your chest rose and fell with your heavy breaths. When he broke away, you finally looked into his eyes and saw the fire that burned behind them. “Fuck me, Obi Wan.”

He smiled at you as he grabbed you and spun you around. In a flash, you found yourself on your back, his cape underneath you as he quickly yanked and tugged at both your clothing. Depreciation took over both of you as you worked to quickly strip each other until you are both completely bare.

“Wow,” you breathed as you stared at him.

“Exquisite,” he moaned as he lunged forward and kissed you once more, his hips rutting against the fold of your pussy as he started to lose control of himself.

Obi Wan lost even more control as he pushed the tip of his cock into you. Both of you gasped and cried out as you felt him slowly enter you. You clawed at his back as more of his cock stretched you out inch by inch. And Obi Wan growled as your warmth engulfed him, driving him wild.

“Obi Wan…” you whined.

“I know, darling,” he muttered as he rocked back and thrust forward. 

A string of curses escaped both your lips as he rocked in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot inside you with precision every single time. You screamed as your vision blurred and you dug your nails more into his back. But it only spurred him on more, thrusting harder and faster into you as he became more and more desperate.

Screams and groans echoed in the cave and skin slapped against skin. Obi Wan would have wanted this to last longer, but you were too beautiful, too enticing, too perfect. Sweat lined his brow as locks of hair stuck to his forehead as he thrust into you with abandon. 

“Cum for me, darling,” he growled as he felt his own climax build, “Cum with me.”

“Fuck!” you cried out as your breasts swung back and forth with every thrust of his hips.

With a scream, your second orgasm hit you like a bantha and your legs trembled on either side of his body as he continued to pound into you. Obi Wan growled your name as your orgasm triggered his and he came deep into you, grunting and moaning as he spilled himself inside your body.

Obi Wan kept going as long as he could, rocking into your wet pussy hard enough to feel the splash of your release soak your bodies. But, as he rode out both your climaxes, neither of you had anything left to give and he pulled out of you after one final thrust. 

You gasped as you felt the sudden emptiness and your eyes shot open to watch him hover over you with an inferno in his gaze. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you stared back at him and suddenly you were keenly aware of how naked you still were. Heavy breaths echoed around you as you both lost yourselves in each other.

Sensing your shift, Obi Wan took a deep breath and composed himself. He leaned over and gathered your jedi robes and handed them to you, “Here,” he said before he turned his back to you to give you some privacy.

Neither of you were sure why he did that, after he just fucked you. but you welcomed it either way. Both of you were silent as you redressed. Your heart still beat wildly in your chest as you felt the ghost of his touch on your skin and you replayed what just happened in your head.

“Anger. Fear. Loss,” Obi Wan broke the silence after he slipped on his pants and robe, leaving it open to bare his chest to you still.

“What?” Your voice was just a whisper as you spun around to face him.

“How I turned to the dark side,” Obi Wan said in a soft voice, one that you guessed he hadn’t used in some time, “There was someone… very dear to me. Someone that I loved with everything I had. Someone…” he took in a shaky breath as he ran his hands through his hair, “I couldn’t save… No matter how hard I tried.”

You watched with wide eyes as he bared his soul to you with his confession. You guessed the way his story ended without him having to say it out loud. You both knew the path to the dark side, and how his loss led to his fall. You crossed the space to stand face to face with him as you placed a hand on his chest.

“I swore then that I would never care for anyone like that again,” Obi Wan turned away from you, breaking the contact he craved so deeply, “And I hadn’t since…” he turned back to meet your gaze, “Until now.”

A gasp escaped your lips, “Obi Wan…?”

He gave you a sad smile, one that you couldn’t decipher its meaning. Before you could say anything else, though, he turned to the wall of boulders, “I think we can move it now,” he said as he tightened his robe around him.

You followed his gaze with your own and nodded, “Ok.” The disappointment in your tone was clear. 

“Concentrate all your energy,” he told you, “You hold them steady, I will push them out of our way. When you see an opening, you run. Understand?”

You wanted to protest. You wanted to tell him to run with you, to stay at your side. But the seriousness in his expression told you it wasn’t worth the energy to argue. “Got it.”

Both of you raised your arms, channeling the force toward the boulders. You grunted as you kept the large rocks steady while Obi Wan worked on moving them out of the way. He started with the smaller ones at the top, but when he got to the middle, it all started to collapse.

“Steady!” he shouted.

You gritted your teeth as you strained to keep the bigger ones steady. Dust started to fill the air as everything moved. When Obi Wan got to the center, he called your name, “Run! Now! Go!”

Doing as you were told, you bolted forward into the dust. You tried to keep the rocks steady as you ran, but the more you exerted yourself, the harder it got. The ground rumbled as the boulders tumbled out of the way, creating dust clouds so thick that you couldn’t see through.

Once you were out and clear from the rocks, you turned around and screamed, “Obi Wan!” You streamed to look for him through the dust, but for several moments, you couldn't. You reached through the force, pushing the rocks out of the way to search for him.

Just when you were about to lose hope, you saw his silhouette in the dust, “Obi Wan,” you sighed in relief as you ran to him. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him, embracing him hard, “You’re ok.”

He smiled at you as he held you close, just as relieved as you were, “I’m alright, darning.”

You looked into his eyes, and for a moment you saw no sign of the sith yellow that usually illuminated them. In front of you now wasn’t a sith lord or empire general, but just a man. As you held each other, you felt the sense that there was much left unspoken, but the sound of an engine in the distance forced those thoughts to remain unsaid.

“It’s a rebel transport,” he said, “They must have seen the dust cloud from our escape. They’ll pick you up, and you’ll be safe.”

“But what about you?” you turned back to face him.

Obi Wan smiled at you as he cupped the side of your face, “I’ll be alright, darling, don’t you worry.” He paused for a moment, as if he wanted to kiss you again, but he decided not to, “Now go,” he nudged you forward as he retreated back.

You turned toward the incoming ship, waving your hands so that they spotted you. As it hovered closer, blowing your robes up into the wind, you spoke to him with your back still turned, “Obi Wan, come with…” you turned around to find him gone, “Me.” Your shoulders dropped in disappointment as the ship landed and the clones called your name.

“You’re alright! We were looking for you,” they said as they ushered you onto the ship.

From the shadows in the distance, Obi Wan Kenobi watched as you got on board and were flown away to safety. He sensed the thought in your mind, and he fled before you could ask it. He knew he would not have the strength to deny your request had he heard you speak it. Blowing a kiss into the air, he whispered, “Until we meet again, my love,” before he turned and went the opposite direction. 

Be safe, he released his thought across the planes to you. 

[theprettyarachnid]

Turn You On?

Summary: After not being intimate with Anakin for a while, doubts start clouding your mind.

Warnings: doubtful thoughts, insecurities, smut, piv, oral(fem receiving), praising, overstimulation, creampie, fluff

You and Anakin rarely had any alone time recently. With both of you being jedi, your schedules would always clash. Either you'd be on a mission and Anakin would be at home, or he'd be on a mission and you'd be home. Due to this conflicting schedule, the two of you hadn't been intimate in a while.

Today was a rare occasion where the both of you were at home together. You watched from the bed as your husband fiddled with a small project he had been working on. He'd been at it for a few hours and you started getting irritated.

He hadn't spent time with you in weeks and he'd rather work on his project? You had been worked up and needy for him for days on end. You couldn't do much other than clenching your thighs together to avoid any suspicions. Why wasn't he begging for you?

Did he not care for you anymore? Did he not want to be intimate with you anymore? Did you even turn him on still?

The last question lingered around longer than you liked to admit. You felt ashamed for even thinking it. Why would you not turn him on? Nothing about you has changed. Except, perhaps your body has changed in ways you hadn't noticed and he did? Or maybe he didn't like certain habits you had?

The thoughts just kept building up higher and higher than you could handle until the words overflowed and spilled out. "Ani, do I still turn you on?" Your eyes widened as if your own words shocked you.

His hands froze and he turned to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. "What?" He lightly chuckled, "where did that come from?"

You felt embarrassed for asking now. Looking down at your hands, you say, "Well, it's just that it's been a while since we've been together and it seems like you'd rather be working on your project than be with me so that just got me wondering if...I turn you on still." His expression softened as he listened to you express your concerns. "Sorry, it's silly." You poorly laugh it off and lay down to face the wall.

"No, no it's not silly." He places his project down and stands from his chair, walking towards the empty side of the bed. "Y/n," he tugs your shoulder so you can face him. "What's going on with you? Talk to me, please." His heart breaks when you wipe at your cheeks.

"I just feel like you don't want me anymore." You avoided eye contact with him and he hated it. He loved feeling your eyes on him. He loved knowing that he had your attention. And he hated that he made you feel this way.

"Hey," he lifts your chin up with his finger so you can look at him. "Of course I want you. How could I not?" The thought was unimaginable in his head. You were the most gorgeous being in the universe.

"It doesn't feel like it," you sadly confess. You hear Anakin sigh before he grabs your hand. Before you can question him, he guides your hand to his crotch and you gasp. He's hard as a rock.

"How about now?" He groans and causes you to grind your palm against his clothed erection.

"Ani-"

He moves you on your back so that he can lean over you. "Does this answer your question?" He removes your hand, connecting yours with his against the mattress and grinds down against you. You feel his breath against your cheeks. "I- I thought you would've been tired from working so much, I had to distract myself. Fuck I crave you so much."

He leans down to kiss you. The kiss started off slow but as his grinding picked up, the makeout became messier. "You're the only woman who will ever turn me on. I promise." He pants against your neck, leaving a few love bites.

He abruptly removes himself. He pulls up your nightgown and yanks your panties down, tossing them across the room. "I better make it up to my wife for making her feel so insecure, so unwanted." He licks a stripe up your pussy.

"Ohhh fuck Ani!" You squeeze at his hair. Weeks without him almost had you forgetting just how good his mouth felt.

"I will never not want you. Maker, you taste so good." He groans against you as he leans in for more. His tongue massages your clit, soothing the throbbing ache you've been feeling for weeks. "Does that feel good, my love? Do you feel how sorry I am?" His stare was so intense but it just turned you on even more.

All you could do is nod, your mouth too preoccupied with letting out pornographic moans. "Seems like I'm doing a good job at saying sorry. My pretty wife can't even speak." He smirks against your cunt.

You gasp when you suddenly feel his fingers enter. "Hmm it really has been a while, you've gotten tighter. Better stretch you out a bit more." He adds a third finger. The painful stretch felt so good after weeks of feeling empty. But you wanted more.

"Please fuck me Ani," you whine out.

"Not yet my love, I need to get you ready for me. You'll need it," he playfully winks at you as his fingers speed up.

Your fingers grip tightly on the bed sheets, "I'm cumming! Shit!"

"Yeah? Come on baby cum on my fingers. Show me how good it feels." He latches his mouth onto your clit and you fall over the edge. Your legs quiver around his head as you come down from your climax.

You tug at his hair to meet your mouth with his once again. You moan at your taste on his tongue. You let out a sharp gasp at the sudden intrusion of his cock. "Shit- you've definitely gotten tighter," he groans out. He looks down to where your bodies meet and chuckles, "taking me so good though."

His thrusts speed up, the sound of skin against skin echoes around the room. "I missed this so fucking much! I can't believe you thought I didn't want you. It's unfathomable" his eyes clenched shut and his mouth drops open as groans flow out like music.

The beautiful sounds bring you closer to the edge once again. "Anakin, I'm close!" Your back arches into him and he uses his large hands to push you back down.

"I know you are, I know my wife's body so well. The way she clenches down on me when she's about to cum... makes me wanna cum so hard." You cling onto his body tighter, leaving scratch marks down his back as you reach your climax.

"I'm cumming!"

"That's right, let me feel you!" Anakin gives you no time to calm down before his thrusts get harsher and he chases his climax.

"I- it's too much!" Your previous two orgasms made you too sensitive. Your eyes clenched shut as you're forced to take Anakin's pounding.

"Just one more, give me one more baby." His thumb rubs at your clit and you fall over the edge once again. This time, Anakin joins you. He lets out a shaky groan as he stills and finishes inside you.

He collapses on top of you. Both of your chests are heaving out of breath. Once his breathing slowed down a bit, he lifted his head to look down at you. He lightly chuckles as you struggle to catch your breath after those 3 orgasms. "You alright Mrs. Skywalker?"

You open your eyes and smile at him, glistening in the afterglow of sex, "I fucking missed you."

He leans down to softly kiss you, "I missed you too." The kiss gets heated quickly and you feel him stiffen once more. Slowly, he begins thrusting again. "Ani, I'm sensitive."

"I have a lot of days to make up for my love. So you better get used to it."

[theprettyarachnid]

THE WEIRD MANGLED MAN

Some of yall who say that you would fuck Darth Vader are cowards. Suitless Darth Vader is amazing, but Suit Darth Vader? You gotta love him too. Don’t be a pussy, love the weird mangled man.

[theprettyarachnid]

okay would yall read star wars crap or….

because i can’t stop thinking about anakin skywalker and obi wan kenobi

[theprettyarachnid]

got some new clothes 😙✌️

[theprettyarachnid]

i was supposed to go on a date today but the guy didn’t leave until i was already at the restaurant so i stood him up </3

[theprettyarachnid]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ panacea — levi ackerman

summary. it's been hard to talk to levi after the rumbling

contents. written with fem!reader in mind but no gendered pronouns used, ex-scout!reader, postwar!levi, established relationship, sfw, angst, comfort, references to ptsd and depression, early in the healing process — 2.1k

notes. writing post-war levi is a little intimidating, but i hope i did him justice <3 please ignore any spelling or grammar isses

the sound of a crash in the other room pulled you out of your sleep, tugging you out of a nightmare that you didn’t want to be caught in anyway. 

a groan came next—hushed but still audible, following the sound of something falling. though there was no need to be on alert, your heart hammered in your chest, your mind still caught in the titan’s den, not the place you called home. 

when you finally calmed down, reshaped your thoughts to reality, you shifted onto your other side, reaching out for levi. though, he wasn't in the bed besides you; the space had grown cold, the blankets thrown back. the shape of his head was no longer evident on the pillow. 

you sat up, moving quickly as you shook off the covers and padded into the other room. the brisk night air caused you to shiver, and the floor was even colder under your bare feet. still, you were too focused on the sounds you’d heard to even worry about grabbing a jacket.

there was a light on in the living room, a candle lit on table, and a book propped open next to it. clear signs that levi had been awake for a while, that sleep eluded him, even now.

“levi?” you said softly as you rubbed your eyes, your voice hoarse from misuse. “are you okay?”

you wrapped an arm around yourself, swallowing down any pity as you blinked at the dismal sight of levi next to the wheelchair, his expression screwed up in a blizzard of frustration and defeat. his legs laid out in front of him, and he stared at them, blue eyes hard as if trying to will them to do his bidding. 

this wasn’t the first time that levi had tried to push himself too hard, that he had tested his physical limits, and it wouldn't be the last. for years, he’d survived on sheer willpower. he’d gotten out of the underground from his own force and strength, his promise to erwin enough to keep him alive despite everything he suffered. 

though, for once, even his determination wasn't enough. it couldn’t rewind the clock, couldn't make his legs as they’d once been.

it had been an adjustment, and it still was—though, everything after the rumbling was an adjustment. 

for a while, after it had ended, levi hadn’t spoken to you. he didn’t want your help, and though you wanted to be by his side, you didn't want his anger. the last thing you wanted to do was make him feel smothered.

you tried your best to be patient. you’d continue to be patient with him, even when sometimes, you felt like he forget that you had lost, nonetheless.

“i’m fine,” he said gruffly, pulling himself up with the strength that he refused to let go of. levi was weaker now, his physical capabilities nowhere near where they’d once been, but he was still levi ackerman—he always would be. 

you watched him struggle for a moment, and you chewed your lip, taking a step forward. “levi…” 

“i said i’m fine.” he didn’t quite shout at you, but his tone was sharp, his voice raised in the commanding way he’d always used as a captain. 

since the day you’d met levi, he’d always been snappy, sarcasm dripping from his tongue, but he was never cruel. now, though, he was content to let his bitterness serve as a balm for his wounds instead of your affection. 

but things like that didn’t bother you anymore. a careless bite of snark couldn’t bother you when you’d been to hell and back with him. 

“okay.” you blinked, shifting on your heels, feeling stupid and confused and guilty. though for what, you weren’t sure. still, you could do nothing but stare as levi dragged himself back into the wheelchair, putting pressure on the leg that had not been completely shattered. “please be careful.”

“can you just—” levi snapped, but then his gaze met your own, piercing your lost, uncertain irises, and he softened. a long, careful sigh released, and he retraced his words, starting again. “i’m sorry. but you don’t need to worry so much. it’s been enough time.” 

you nodded, and levi turned back to his book, pulling himself closer to the table. as he glued his eyes on the pages, you glanced at his scars, his beautiful hands, a testament to his strength and all he’d done to survive. 

despite yourself, tears welled up in your eyes, and you batted them away, not wanting him to see. maybe, sometimes, levi didn’t feel the same... but you were grateful, every day, that he was still alive. “will you ever talk to me?” 

he turned, craning his neck to face you, playing the fool. “about what? i’m talking to you right now.” 

your lip quivered at his impassivity. “don’t do that again to me, levi. you know what i’m talking about. sometimes you're content to pretend like nothing’s changed, and it tears me apart.”

levi shifted his arms, regarded you with a long stare, his lips curled into something between a sneer and a frown. “then you’re welcome to leave. i don’t need a caretaker.” 

you gawked at him, knowing that he was only trying to push your buttons, but it annoyed you nonetheless. the comment was so out of left field that you couldn’t wrap your head around where it had come from. all you’d wanted to do was love him, show him your unwavering care and support, without feeling like a stifling annoyance. 

though, for a moment, doubt consumed you. maybe you hadn’t done enough. perhaps you had become a recluse of your own in the recent months, still recovering from everything you’d gone through. “leave? why would i leave?”

levi’s eyes narrowed, though more out of curiosity, a deep inhale escaping him. he peered back down at his hands, his legs, before deflating. “i’m not the person you fell in love with. i’m not humanity’s strongest anymore. i’m a man who can’t even stand on his own.” 

“levi—” you rubbed your hands together, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. “do you honestly think i care about that? you hate being called that anyway.” 

he snorted, but it was full of a defeat you’d never known him to show. “maybe i got used to it.” 

silence fell between you, and though you understood, knew what he was admitting to you, you found yourself at a loss for a words. talking with levi had once been so easy, but now, it felt like you could never say the right thing. 

you opened your mouth, willing something sensible to come out, but levi beat you to it, slicing his chest open and bearing it to you with bloodied hands.

“i just…” he began, his face pinched at the sound of his weakened voice. “i’m just not sure what i’m supposed to do now. i spent the past decade fighting. and the decade before that, fighting. and the decade before that…” 

your heart ached. you took a step forward, close enough so you could touch him. “but you don’t need to fight anymore. the war is over.”

“the war is never over.” the words didn’t leave as much of a punch as he intended. levi finally turned to face you, something sad in his dark blue irises. “those brats could barely win with me, imagine them without me.” 

you softened. levi’s pain was unending. perhaps a part of him still grieved for the man he’d been before the war, but you knew that was not the reason for his melancholy. you knew, even if he never said it, that he felt as if he’d failed all the kids he’d brought onto his squad. that he’d failed eren.

“levi, they’re not children anymore,” you said quietly, grasping his hand. you remembered being nineteen, being thrust into the bloodshed and misery of the world you lived in. at least, now, levi’s squad could try to live a semblance of a normal life. they got an early start, a chance to try again, even if still wracked by anguish and longing. “if they need to fight, they can fight. you’ve done your time, my love. you’ve given more than enough.” you brushed your fingers along his scars. “let yourself rest.” 

a beat passed before he answered.

“i don’t know how.” 

you swallowed, biting back the sadness that you didn’t feel warranted to. sometimes, knowing everything that levi had suffered, knowing the depths of his pain, made you feel undeserving of your disdain towards the world. even if you were hurting too. 

“i know,” you said, running your other hand through his hair, flattening the pieces that had been disheveled in his sleep. “but i want to be there for you. i want to heal with you. please don’t push me away, levi. if you think you’re doing me a favor, you’re not.”

“i’m never going to be the same as i was before,” he said sharply, as if that could somehow change your mind.

you brought yourself closer to him, releasing his hand so you could wrap your arms around him instead, bring his head to your chest in a warm embrace. for once, levi didn’t protest. he leaned against you, inhaling, letting his arms rest limply on his lap. 

“no one is the same. the rumbling changed us all. even me. you’re such a fool if you think anyone can look at you and see a weak man.” you squeezed him tighter. levi’s arms came around you as tears spilled out of your eyes, his palm warm on your lower back. “you’re the strongest person i’ve ever met. it breaks my heart that you could think otherwise.” 

tears dripped off your chin, falling into his hair. although you tried to stop them, letting go of levi and sniffling to wipe your eyes, you couldn’t cease the ache in your chest. you released the sobs you’d held back for his sake, for everyone’s sake. 

why should you get to cry when everyone else had lost so much?

“i love you, just as you are. i fell in love with you because of the kindness in your heart, and i will always love you because of that. i—”

“hey,” levi pushed you away, reaching up to wipe at the tears that lingered on your cheek. “i didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said, looking more horrified about that than he had the past few weeks of recovery and hospitalization. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry.”

“i’m okay,” you tried, lip quivering at the feeling of levi’s fingers on your cheek. it had been a while since you’d kissed him like you meant to, memories of war consuming every peaceful moment between you. 

“no. you’re not.” he sighed, stroking your face with tender eyes, the malice melting away from his expression completely. “you’re not. i should’ve noticed.” 

“i’m good about hiding it."

“that doesn’t make it any better,” he frowned, cupping your cheeks with both hands. “i know that better than anyone. i know you better than anyone.” 

you turned into his hand, kissing his palm tenderly, beneath the spot where his index and middle finger had once been, stopping him before he could apologize again. “and i know you, levi. i know we should both stop trying to hide our pain from the other, and try our best to move on together.” you sighed, smiling through your tears.  “can we do that?” 

levi stared at you for a moment, eyebrows knit together as he wiped at the wetness, the shadows under your eyes. though there was a battle behind his irises, a conflict, there always had been. for the remainder of his life, for the peaceful years you’d get to cherish together... even then, you weren’t sure levi could let go of the war. 

but that would be okay. after all, you’d always sworn to fight to the death by captain levi ackerman's side. 

the exhale from your chest breathed life through levi's inhale. a smile smile graced his lips as you finally stopped crying. he nodded.

“we can try.”

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[theprettyarachnid]

it had been such a hard day, the one that just makes you numb and exhausted physically and mentally. and all you really craved was your boyfriends warmth.

oh.

right.

he was your ex now.

you didn't mean to text him, it was just an intrusive thought, muscle memory almost, a simple

"can you come over?"

you didn't expect anything, it was wrong of you to do so.

but lo and behold he was standing at your doorstep with your favorite comfort food.

"you came?" your voice barely above a whisper, cracked and tired.

"you called." his voice was soft. steady, and his eyes even softer, filled with love.

to him, it didn't matter what you both went through, how messy it had gotten between the two of you because if you needed him, he'd always come.

always.

thinking about this andd yuuta, yuji, izuku, kirishima, rin, reo, akaashi, iwaizumi, levi, armin, chuuya and your favs!!

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i lied and told a guy i had chlamydia because he harassed me into sex, his response was that he got into an accident and i said good