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tw. religion kink, worship kink, corruption kink, pussy eating, and afab!reader
nsfw — 18+ up!
may the maker know that obi-wan tried—he truly tried his best. there was just no winning with you, and if he were to be the loser, he’d never win again in his lifetime.
you had been truly enamored with him since the mission he’d taken for you all the years ago on coruscant. he’d merely guarded you for a few years, meant to keep sentinel outside your door as your life was being threatened by foreign diplomats. from those years you’d spent together, you’d spend most of it at his side—curiously inquiring about his life outside of watching your every move.
he’d thought it was a crush. they came and they went and obi wan could feel your feelings along the force as sharp spikes of nerves whenever he was around. the soft lull of content whenever he began to play into the games of wonderment about the life of a jedi knight.
oftentimes he’d hear other jedi mentioning the differing diplomats and their wanton expressions of desire to the jedi—some even found solace in the bedchambers of those they watched if they so fancied. obi-wan thought he was above it all.
maker, he had been so good—and yet here he was.
here, face buried in the silkiest robes adorning your legs, draped around your figure like you were being presented to him. as if you were only meant for him, to only know the feeling of his tongue as it dragged along the sweet wetness if your pussy. he went slow, dragging slowly so he could taste everything. stars, you were divine.
when you’d re-presented yourself to the jedi knight, he’d taken your sexual advances as nothing more than you being forward. it had been the first time you’d whispered the things you had wanted him to do to you that had begun to break down his walls. it was the second time you’d moaned his name from inside the room he stood vigil at that he’d truly felt as a madman did. so close to knowing what that little curiosity would feel like, and yet hopelessly, tirelessly trying to resist the pull he’d felt towards you.
eventually, the feeling of his hand gingerly pressing against the tightness in his pants just wasn’t enough and he’d breathlessly interrupted a sight meant only for the eyes of a true sinner.
his hands were gripping your thighs, holding as if you were a dream that would fizzle into space should he not clasp you tightly enough. his eyes flicked to your silhouette, watching with a fervent eye the way you tipped your head back—a moan was silently leaving your lips, but he drank in the way your neck bared to him. earlier, he’d spent his time kissing along the smoothed skin just below your ear, but he’d found a far better use of his mouth.
he wondered, once, if a jedi’s vow of non-attachment made any sort of sense. for surely, he’d be able to make impartial decisions in the interest of the general good but now, tongue buried deep in something he finds akin to finding paradise, he knew any and all vows he’d made were null and void. to continue tasting the heavenly wetness of your bared cunt was something he’d do anything for—the thought marginally tore a hole through everything he’d ever learned.
“obi-wan," your lips whispered his name, and he felt his cock ache gently at the need dripping from your words, “i-i can’t— you have to let me come— please—!”
he hummed softly, adjusting his grip to firmly grasp your hips to prevent you from bucking your pussy into his mouth. he was lightly circling your clit with his tongue, and every time you moved your hips, it ruined the rhythm he was trying to create—something to allow you over the edge gently. he should have known you’d want something bigger, something louder.
your moans ricocheted against the marble walls, each one bouncing back and spurring obi wan on. all he knew was giving you pleasure, and he had always been devoted to doing his job.
he let his mouth circle your clit, his pointer and middle finger pushing inside of you as he felt your hands fly to his hair. your fingers gripped his hair, eyes screwing shut tightly.
obi-wan allowed his fingers to push in and out of the tight space of your pussy with a furrow of his brows, concentration completely on allowing you to climax. his sole purpose for living was to make you orgasm, to bring you to the edge of pleasure and insanity—to force you to chose between the options with a sick desire. he wanted to be the only one to bring you to your finish, to be the sole worshipper in a shrine built by his own hands of you.
you’d no idea of how the force worked, and truly neither did he despite years of studying it and honing it. but in a breath, a single moment, he knew everything there was to know about the force and intangible things just out of his grasp.
your orgasm ripped through the gentle tremors of the force in a cacophony of brilliant blue and green hues, hidden beneath the crescendoing cool tones was the softest hints of pink—a devotion that made obi-wan’s heart stutter.
your chest heaved, hand over your racing heart as obi-wan continued drinking in your continuing orgasm. your legs would occasionally flinch against his back as he continued to pepper your cunt in the devotion it deserved—prolonging pulling his mouth off. your hand was still in his hair, eyes lidded as you watched him drink up your come like a man dehydrated. stars, the look you were giving him alone could make him consider murdering to keep it on himself and him alone.
with the next few words you’d moan to him, a soft whisper against the deafening sound of obi-wan catching his breath, he felt himself harden to the point of pain.
“obi-wan,” you groaned his name, a prayer to the maker for salvation, “i need you to bed me so badly.”
obi-wan was nothing, if not good at his job of pleasing you.
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listening to soph agonize over her fic is lit the funniest shit
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there was nothing nikolai loves more than ravka.
since he was a child, hidden in vasily’s shadow and the weakly-hidden truth of his patronage, the only thing he had to escape to were the villages. the farming villages surrounding os alta were more home to him in his developing years than the hallways lining the grand palace could ever hope to be.
he’d had a knack for sneaking out of the castle through passages and hidden tunnels from generations of paranoid monarchs. quick to lose, and less likely to be missed, nikolai found solace in being unknown. the unknown prince, an unknown child, and best of all, unknowingly missing from court.
the villages that lined the outer parts of the gersky prospect were humble, and taught lessons to nikolai that he’d never learn in the stiff classrooms of teachers that cared not for his education. he learned to earn his keep, working hard to pay back minor debts from when he played card games with the other farmers. on the off chance he’d lose—which was hardly ever once he learned how to play the game—he always made good on his promises of working in the fields the next sunrise.
nikolai adores ravka, can feel it in his bones that this is where he is meant to live and rule.
just the same way he knows that you are the one he wants to do it with.
you’d met him as sturmhond, in his many years across the true sea, and your wit and clever thinking had drawn him to you immediately. you were always thinking on your feet, with a sharp tongue, and an even sharper blade. unfortunately, you’d threatened him with it more times than he could count on both hands. fortunately, he thought you looked absolutely breathtaking every time you did it.
you made him shy. in a way that was rare for him, he thought of every word he would say to you, careful in their meanings and thoughtful to how you could take them. he wanted you to know he cared for you, yet was afraid to completely show his hand. he’d been known to hold his cards too close to his heart, and he wanted to go all in for you.
there was nothing nikolai loved more than ravka. nothing, except you.
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#nikolai lanstov x reader#nikolai lantsov#nikolai lantsov fanfiction#nikolai lantsov x you#nikolai lantsov x y/n#sturmhond x reader#sturmhond x you#shadow and bone#more a char study than anything lol#txt!writing
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there’s something to be said for fairytales, you think. a touch romantic and almost whimsical in the way that they press into the deepest crevices of your heart, always a spot for them to occupy space in your mind. your parents had told you stories of great love and triumphs beyond your wildest beliefs when you were young, some that stuck well into adulthood and others that dissipated into nothingness as soon as you could fend for yourself.
aaron hotchner, you think, is one of the stories you wish would stick for an eternity.
he’s an older man, the grey hairs spread along his head sparsely whispering his age like it’s dirty laundry that needs to be aired out and you can’t help but wonder about the things he’s gone through—he’s told you plenty of times, sure, but you’re not nearly as experienced or well-versed at life as he is. he’s got the faintest bit of crow’s feet appearing at the edges of his eyes when he smiles, the curves of smile lines appearing to make them even more apparent to you—but maybe you’re the one who’s looking too closely to see them.
stoic and serious in the way he carries himself, there’s a determined set to his shoulders. when he’s at his desk doing paperwork is when you like to sneak glances at him, watching him etch along the papers at his desk with a furrowed brow and a downturn to his lips. a suit is draped along his frame, fit perfectly to his body and yet accentuating all the parts of him you like the most.
“you’re staring again.” spencer says it plainly, as if it were a daily observation.
your eyes never leave aaron’s frame, chin resting in a cupped palm with your elbow on your desk. “when you fall in love, spencer, you’ll be staring too.”
as if he knows that his two youngest agents are talking about him, aaron turns his head towards the both of you—there’s an edge of mirth in his eyes at the blatant lack of work you seem to be doing, but he rolls his eyes in good humor when you wiggle your fingers at him. he shoots you a wink in return, quickly returning to his work and you think you’d be happy if you were the only one to know this side of him existed.
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the last like three days have been a clusterfuck for no goddamn reason
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masterlist directory
𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙎
AARON HOTCHNER
prince charming ღ fairytales and men with smiles that knock the breath from your lungs
𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙑𝙀𝙇
𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉
𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀
NIKOLAI LANTSOV
damnably handsome ღ there is nothing that he could love more than you
𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙎
OBI-WAN KENOBI
by the maker (nsfw!) ღ in which he learns what it means to worship
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ur mom (iris); twentitwo ; (n)sfw ; multimedia
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⠀ recently updated: by the maker, o. kenobi (nsfw)
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about me:
iris | they/she
eighteen+, sfw&nsfw writer
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works in progress:
series
untitled, a hotchner x fem!reader doctor au
as boston medical’s newest batch of interns, you and your small group of friends must navigate learning how to perform surgery and how to make sure your relationship with the attractive older attending flies under the radar. inspired by and based on grey’s anatomy.
paper constellations, a money heist x gn!reader camp counselor au
you’re more than excited when you’re selected for the prestigious summer camp for children of the wealthy upperclass. when you’re offered a chance to stay with one of the other counselors as training, you’re sure this is going to be a summer to remember
fics
stop and smell the roses, a spencer reid x fem!reader wedding planner au
penelope garcia’s wedding is going to be one of biggest events for the bau, you think. you know it will be, considering you’re the one planning it. if only your ex boyfriend, and one of her husband-to-be’s groomsmen, wasn’t hell bent on making your life and your job as hard as possible
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rules & regulations:
1. i do not take requests
so if i see them in my inbox i’ll probably just end up deleting it unless i really like the idea. this is just because if i start taking requests, it’ll feel like a job rather than a hobby & we don’t want that
2. if you abuse the anon feature, i’ll turn it off
i leave it on for those who are uncomfortable revealing main blogs, or even just are too shy, so please don’t use to spread hate or anything. otherwise i’ll turn it off, and i won’t turn it on for a while
3. i will occasionally post nsfw but don’t expect it
i prefer writing sfw stuff so i wont be posting nsfw stuff all the time, but when i get in a mood, it will occasionally happen. please don’t follow me and expect the writing to always be nsfw
4. if you are under 18, dni with my nsfw posts
i can see what you like on my page, and if you are a minor/ageless blog liking my nsfw posts, i will soft and hardblock accordingly. seeing minors interact with my nsfw posts makes me very uncomfortable
faq:
q: who do you write for?
⠀ a: any characters from criminals minds, money heist, marvel, resident evil, star wars, red dead redemption, stranger things, the hunger games, harry potter, baldur’s gate three, and far cry five. if i were to write a nsfw piece, all characters involved are 18+
q: will you write a part two for this piece?
⠀ a: mm, probably not. i like to write pieces that are meant to have a specific ending. if i think there should be a part two, there will be a series for it and you’ll know right when i post it
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