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euphoriacafe · 2 months

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If you're down to write Star Wars, I would love to read some Obi-Wan smut cause that man deserves a good time after all he's been through. Maybe he's had a series of rough days with Anakin being a general menace on their last mission and he's finally home and he just really needs to take it out on the reader who is more than willing to help him de-stress?

Dangerous Woman

Author Note : I was in a hurry to write this since I had other things to do, but I will make a better one later when I have the time. I'm sorry it's a bit short. I hope you enjoy this still!

WARNING : Mentioning of P in V, MDNI, sexual tension, aggressive (I don't usually do the fluffy smut)

As Obi-Wan stormed into the room, his frustration was palpable, his shoulders tense and his jaw clenched. (Y/N) glanced up from her meditation, concern etching her features as she rose to meet him. "Obi-Wan," she murmured softly, her voice a soothing balm in the midst of his turmoil.

He paced restlessly, his mind swirling with the chaos of the recent mission, his words tumbling out in a rush. "(Y/N), you wouldn't believe what Anakin did this time," he began, his voice strained with frustration. "I swear, he's like a whirlwind of chaos, leaving destruction in his wake."

(Y/N) listened attentively, her gaze steady as she watched him pace, her heart aching for the weight he carried. She moved closer, instinctively drawn to him, her hand reaching out to gently touch his shoulder. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through them both, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Obi-Wan's breath caught in his throat at her touch, his eyes meeting hers in a moment of raw vulnerability. For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still as they lingered in the space between them, the air heavy with unspoken desire.

In that moment, (Y/N) knew what he needed - not just comfort, but release. Without a word, she stepped closer, her body fitting against his as she wrapped her arms around him, offering him solace in the warmth of her embrace.

Obi-Wan sighed heavily, the tension slowly melting from his body as he buried his face in her hair, his arms tightening around her. In that moment, with (Y/N) by his side, he found refuge from the storm raging within him, his heart finally at peace.

As Obi-Wan held (Y/N) in his arms, the room seemed to crackle with an electric charge, a magnetic pull drawing them closer. His breath mingled with hers, their bodies pressed together in an intimate dance of comfort and longing. He could feel the heat radiating between them, a fire that threatened to consume all reason.

"(Y/N)," he breathed, his voice husky and low, "I've needed this. Needed you." His hands tightened on her waist, fingers digging into her flesh as if trying to anchor himself in the whirlwind of emotions. His lips grazed her earlobe, and he couldn't help but release a shuddering exhale, the proximity to her awakening a hunger he'd kept buried for too long.

She tilted her head back, meeting his gaze with an intensity that matched his own. The air was charged with unspoken desires, and he felt the familiar pull of temptation. Every fiber of his being ached with a need that had been festering since he left for the mission.

"I've missed you," he confessed, his voice tinged with a raw edge. "Every moment away, all I could think about was coming back to you." His hands slid up her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine, a desperate attempt to convey the depths of his longing.

(Y/N)'s breath hitched, her heart pounding in sync with his. The room felt smaller, confined by the unspoken tension that hung in the air. Obi-Wan's lips sought hers in a fervent kiss, a release of pent-up desire that sent shockwaves through them both.

Their kiss was heated and desperate, a collision of suppressed emotions. Obi-Wan's control wavered, the walls he built around his desires crumbling in the intensity of the moment. His hands roamed her body, seeking solace in the closeness, the hunger between them escalating with each passing second.

"I can't resist you," he admitted, his voice a low growl against her lips. "Not anymore." His hands moved with a possessive urgency, fingers threading through her hair as he deepened the kiss, losing himself in the intoxicating taste of her.

As their kiss deepened, (Y/N)'s hands roamed over Obi-Wan's body, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles with an urgency that mirrored his own. She gasped into their kiss, the heat between them igniting a firestorm of desire that threatened to consume them both.

"I've been waiting for you," she whispered between kisses, her voice a husky breath against his lips. "I'm more than happy to de-stress you, Obi-Wan." Her words were like fuel to the flames, reigniting his hunger with a fervor he couldn't contain.

With a primal growl, Obi-Wan's hands found purchase on (Y/N)'s clothing, fingers fumbling with the fabric in a desperate attempt to remove the barriers between them. There was a hunger in his touch, a need that bordered on desperation as he tore at the fabric, his desire laid bare for her to see.

(Y/N) responded in kind, her own hands moving with a frenzied urgency as she stripped away his clothes, each article of clothing falling to the floor in a heap of discarded fabric. Their bodies collided in a tangle of limbs, skin against skin, the heat of their passion threatening to consume them whole.

Obi-Wan's lips trailed feverishly down (Y/N)'s neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she surrendered to the primal desire coursing through her veins.

Their movements were frenetic, driven by an insatiable hunger that refused to be sated. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the here and now, lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

With a primal growl, Obi-Wan's desire surged, his need for her consuming him entirely. In a surge of raw passion, he pushed (Y/N) against the nearest wall, a hunger burning in his eyes as he devoured her with his gaze.

She gasped as the impact jolted through her, her back arching against the hard surface as Obi-Wan's lips crashed against hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. Their mouths melded together in a frenzied tangle of tongues, a symphony of desire that echoed through the room.

Driven by an insatiable hunger, Obi-Wan lifted (Y/N) effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his bare waist as he pressed her against him with a primal need. The heat of their bodies melded together, skin against skin, as they surrendered to the fiery passion that blazed between them.

With a desperate urgency, Obi-Wan's hands roamed over (Y/N)'s body, fingers tracing the curves of her form with a possessive intensity. He could feel her heart racing beneath his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered to the overwhelming desire that pulsed through her veins.

As their lips continued to meet in a heated frenzy, Obi-Wan's arousal pressed against (Y/N)'s core, his need for her driving him to the brink of madness. With a primal instinct, he positioned her over him, her slick heat sliding against his aching member, both of them trembling with the intensity of their desire.

As their bodies melded together in a feverish dance of desire, Obi-Wan's grip tightened on (Y/N)'s hair, his fingers entwined in the soft strands as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck to his hungry gaze. With a guttural groan of need, he guided her core down onto his throbbing member, their connection igniting a blaze of ecstasy that threatened to consume them both.

As he began to thrust into her with a primal rhythm, each movement driving them closer to the edge of oblivion, Obi-Wan's voice dripped with raw desire as he unleashed a torrent of degrading words, each one a cruel caress against her skin. His words were like a whip, lashing out with a savageness that left (Y/N) trembling with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're nothing but a filthy little whore, begging for my touch." His thrusts grew more aggressive, each one driving her closer to the brink of ecstasy as he claimed her with a savage hunger that knew no bounds.

With each harsh word, (Y/N)'s arousal surged, her body responding to his dominance with a fervor that left her breathless. She surrendered to his control, her moans mingling with his as they danced on the razor's edge of pleasure and pain.

In that moment, there was no room for gentleness, only the raw, primal need that bound them together. Obi-Wan's grip on (Y/N)'s hair tightened, his thrusts growing more frenzied as they chased the elusive peak of ecstasy, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they surrendered to the carnal desires that consumed them both.

As he buried himself deep inside her, a guttural groan escaped his lips, the sound reverberating through the room like a primal declaration of dominance. His words were harsh, dripping with lust and desire as he degraded her with each breath, his voice a wicked symphony of pleasure and pain.

"(Y/N)," he growled, his voice thick with desire, "you're mine. Mine to use, mine to pleasure, mine to command." His thrusts grew more fervent, each movement driving them both closer to the edge of oblivion.

(Y/N) gasped at his words, her body trembling beneath him as she surrendered to the overwhelming desire that consumed her. With each thrust, she felt herself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, her need for him overwhelming her senses.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice a breathless plea, "more. I need more, Obi-Wan. Please, don't stop." Her words were a desperate prayer, a plea for him to take her higher, to push her beyond the limits of pleasure.

Obi-Wan's lips curled into a predatory smirk, his grip on her hair tightening as he drove her closer to the edge. With a primal instinct, he responded to her plea, his movements becoming more relentless, more intense as he chased the elusive climax that danced just out of reach.

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pomplalamoose · 7 months

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⭐Luke Skywalker Masterlist⭐

Requests for any kind of Luke headcanons and ideas are currently closed⭐

find the updated psa regarding this here

Counting Stars

Luke and gentle dominance

Sith!Luke

headcanons and ideas

let me fall asleep in your arms

waning dreams

a problem difficult at night

Intervention

two possibilities (smut)

Master Luke Skywalker

headcanons

to love from afar & bonus chapter

Dilf Luke - modern day AU

headcanons / story draft

story draft part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

spending a December with Luke

Mistletoe Misery

a relationship's development

✨asks, requests, ideas, etc.✨

relationship / x reader headcanons

pre ANH Luke: x reader hc's

ANH Luke: x reader hc's

ESB Luke: relationship hc's

ESB Luke: x reader on Hoth

ROTJ Luke: relationship hc's

post ROTJ Luke: x Force sensitive!reader

post ROTJ Luke pt. 2

post ROTJ Luke pt. 3

TboBF Luke: dating hc's

Sith!Luke: x reader hc's (slightly nsfw)

Dilf!Luke x reader fluff: hc's & a drabble

general Luke headcanons

ANH Luke after joining the rebellion hc's

Endor Luke hc's

random Luke hc's (slightly nsfw)

random Luke hc's pt. 2 (slightly nsfw)

random Luke hc's pt. 3

fluffy, lighthearted Luke hc's

domestic Luke hc's

Sith!Luke and the light side

Dilf!Luke thoughts

nsfw Dilf!Luke hc's

Luke x a reader with mental health issues 1 & 2

Luke with a neurodivergent reader

situational Luke requests

making out with Luke

teasing Luke by obviously flirting with him (nsfw)

you're stuck on a tropical planet (smut)

enemies to lovers hc's

friends to lovers hc's: rebel pilot!reader

Luke's reaction to you wanting a child

Luke with a partner on their period 1 & 2

Luke being clingy after your first time

wearing Luke's shirt hc's (slightly nsfw)

spending your honeymoon with Luke

Dilf!Luke dreams of you (smut)

Dilf!Luke being jealous

breaking down in front of Luke

Dilf!Luke being your work husband

resting your head on Luke's shoulder

Dilf!Luke: what if...?

...he was happier and less traumatized

...his child was much younger than you

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mandalhoerian · 24 days

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sw oc moots... save me...

sw oc moots

save me sw oc moots

#BEGGING BE MY FRIEND PLEASE #star wars oc #star wars x oc #is there a discord... pls #anakin skywalker x oc #anakin skywalker x original character #anakin skywalker x reader #obi-wan kenobi x oc #obi wan kenobi x oc #padme amidala x oc #star wars prequels #mandalorian oc #TAG TAG TAG

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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love language star wars edition. (Rey, Kylo, Ahsoka, Ezra, Maul, Luke, Din, Anakin, Obi Wan)

Awww! I love these type of headcanons

Rey Skywalker - acts of service, words of affirmation

Ahsoka - quality time, words of affirmation

Ezra - physical touch, acts of service

Din Djarin/Mando - this man screams touch starved so physical touch and TONS of quality time

Obi Wan Kenobi - quality time, words of affirmation and physical touch

Darth Maul - gifts (albeit he’s getting used to giving and receiving), physical touch and words

Kylo Ren - all five of them (plus the therapy 👀), good things such as yourself rarely come in a lifetime and he’ll do whatever he can to treasure it

Luke Skywalker - gifts and quality time

Anakin Skywalker - I’m gonna say all five again for him because he’s one to love fiercely and passionately

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eldritch-horror-from-the-void · 5 months

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Thinking about Ey'vis and Feral's dynamic.

Out of all the brothers, he's the ONLY ONE who's practically immune to Ey'vis' sanity-breaking aura.

Like, yeah, he's the physically weakest of the brothers, but he's immune to the huge, scary bird-lady's presence and is a BIG flirt. He's going to take advantage of that as much as he can.

#feral opress #feral headcanons #oc tag #ey'vis tag #star wars x oc

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countrymusiclover · 10 months

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How I miss writing for Star Wars and Obi-Wan Kenobi ❤️ If any has any books suggestions I'll gladly take some

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dookuswifey · 5 months

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Secret Kisses♡ - Mando x OC

For @drawingdroid

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yourloverfromthepast · 7 months

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Y/n, a youngling: Do you mean I can already have a lightsaber?

Anakin, their Master: Of course you can! I think it will probably be blue like mine.

Y/n: Blue?

Anakin: Yes! We're pretty similar after all! *He smiles at you*

Y/n: ...

Y/n: Red

Anakin, now dead serious: What?

Y/n: I want it red

Anakin, starting to worry: Well- it doesn't really work like that, kid...

Y/n: But I want a red lightsaber!

Anakin: *Whispering* Stars, I can't do this... *He gives you his back and shouts* OBI-WAAAN!!

#star wars memes #star wars anakin #star wars clone wars #star wars meme #star wars #incorrect star wars quotes #sw incorrect quotes #star wars incorrect quotes #anakin x reader #star wars oc #star wars x reader #star wars x y/n #star wars x you #star wars x oc #star wars imagine #anakin x you #anakin x y/n #anakin skywalker incorrect quotes #incorrect anakin quotes

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sporadically-writing · 1 year

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Jyn: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Sevrina: We're chopsticks.

Jyn: Well... that's cute!

Jyn: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?

Cassian: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

#sevrina scripps #in honor of my rewatch of rogue one today #star wars oc #star wars x reader #star wars x oc #cassian andor x reader #cassian andor x oc #rogue one oc #andor oc #andor x oc #andor x reader #incorrect oc quotes #my oc stuff

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simpingwriter · 1 year

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(Back to the Main Masterlist) -> Click Here <-

(New Book Series, Jerome Valeska x Faith Wayne, Masterlist) -> Click Here <-

Information: Anyone not interested in OC Books, there is an option to Tag Filter for a reason. You don't want to see this in your Reader Tags? Go to Tag Filters and enter 'Cal Kestis x OC'. It's easy as eating pie, not worth causing unnecessary arguments ❤️

Masterlist for:

Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'In the Name of Love'

(Additional Links below cut)

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Chapters:

Final total Word Count: approx. 50.604 Words

– Chapter 1

– Chapter 2

– Chapter 3

– Chapter 4 (1/2)

– Chapter 4 (2/2)

– Chapter 5

– Chapter 6

– Chapter 7 (includes Smut)

– Chapter 8

– Chapter 9

– Chapter 10

– Chapter 11

– Final Chapter

Their Journey continues now! (Below the cut)

/__________________/

Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'Revenge and Redemption:

In the Name of Love'

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Chapters:

Total Word Count: approx. 41,386 Words

– Chapter 1

– Chapter 2

– Chapter 3

– Chapter 4

– Chapter 5

– Chapter 6

– Chapter 7 (includes Smut)

– Chapter 8

– Chapter 9

– Chapter 10

– Chapter 11

– Chapter 12 (included Smut)

– Chapter 13 [TBA]

___________________

Additional Links:

'In the Name of Love' — Book 1 & 2 Playlist

(Or go directly to Youtube)

Reference Sheet for Kyra Yarmot (Padawan Outfit/Book 1) [TBA]

by @winterwolf262

#Book Masterlist #masterlist #star wars fallen order #cal kestis #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x oc #fallen order cal kestis #star wars cal kestis #star wars fanfic #star wars x oc #cal kestis fanfic

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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Oh, I know how a Star Wars Prompt with both 5 and 24, from the kissing Prompt list. With Ezra Bridger, Sabine, Anakin, Hunter, and Rey. Where they're undercover with the Reader, who is their crush.

And one time when they were almost caught talking about their plans by the enemy, they pretend to make out. And while they did get a little out of hand. It kept their cover from being blown.

Afterwards when they're alone, they end up confessing to the reader in the heat of the moment.

Cute idea! Even better if it leads to a confession 👀

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Rey - at first she tenses up when you kiss her, but you both stay that way until the Clones pass by your hiding place. It feels…nice, to her, to be wanted this way. Every fiber of her resolve starts to shirk away when you run your fingers through her hair. She wants to feel like this every day.

Later when you’ve confessed to each other, it’s more of a relief to Rey that you reciprocate her feelings

Ezra - oh this boy!! It may be the most dangerous situation he’s faced in a while, but your idea of a distraction has him red in the face. Soft, sweet and warm, kissing you is the best feeling in the galaxy!

It’s almost as best when you finally confess to each other, knowing that you’re genuine and it wasn’t just a ploy

Sabine - she had a weapon ready as footsteps approached you both, but was not expecting you to grasp as her face. A muffled “mfph!” almost gives you two away before you’re in the clear

Sure Sabine is flustered by your actions, but once things have calmed down she is genuinely touched by your feelings for her. Cue a “it’s about time” from Kanan

Anakin - the droids patrolling for Dooku were closing in, but it seemed you both had the same impulse in what to do. Grabbing onto each other, you kiss as if your lives depend on it.

When you pull back, the Jedi has the smuggest grin on his face followed by a “what took you so long?”

Hunter - it came as a surprise when you were both hiding in a cramped space from a bounty hunter and company, but one slight move had you both caught together. You definitely don’t mind his lips on yours, and you swear you could see him melt into it a bit

Afterwards, it’s a bit of an awkward confession (mostly on Hunter’s end), but he’s reassured when you take his hands into yours

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enaelyork · 7 months

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Thrawn x OC! WIP

Just a sample, for chapters, go at AO3

- What are you looking ?

The incandescence of his gaze points towards me. He heard me. He could no longer feign concentration, or even run away by looking away at the datapad that he had been pretending to be staring at all along. The few seconds that hover between us before he finally decides to speak seem endless to me.

— Your tattoos. Especially this one. Can I ?

I barely have time to nod before my arm is already in his hands. The contact is a brutal electric shock as the heat of his skin contrasts with the coldness of my entire being. Between his fingers I feel like a collector's item of inestimable rarity and the delicacy with which he runs over my tattooed skin could make me die on the spot. It’s too exquisite for my taste, too delicious for me to ever live without it and I don’t like it. No way. Run away. Scream my reason. You are not in a position of strength. Retreat. This is what I should do. Pull that arm back, break away from his grip and the possession he has over me just by admiring me like a fucking work of art. Extract myself from the conviction of being unique in his eyes and the feeling of well-being that that instills in me. If I move, I break the spell. If I move he will realize that he is caressing me too insistently, he will understand that he has exceeded the limits and it will never happen again. And I'm not sure I want that.

— He is different. he whispers.

—It’s my first.

He hears the feverish tremor of my voice, the emotion that runs through it in the delicate confession that I whisper. It's a strange feeling, to be there, facing this man against whom I have fought for weeks, against whom I have always opposed and to see that all my efforts are going into the trash.

—And what does it represent?

—You know it.

Yes. He knows it. But that's not the point. He wants to know what it means to me. Why among all the possibilities I chose to anchor on my skin a compass rose, a navigation system as old as time. He doesn't add anything, just looks down again at the star and its cardinal points which stretch all the way down my forearm.

—It’s a warning.

—A warning... He repeats. His voice is so low and hoarse that I can see the debris of my shell being consumed with each of his intonations. I break every time he opens his mouth, every time he touches me.

— It’s an orientation tool. A rose that gives directions and shows us where to go when we get lost... I point out the main point, the top one, which stretches almost over the beginning of my hand.

— If I get lost, it's there to remind me where I should always turn.

— Towards the right direction…

— Towards my deep values. Towards what matters most to me...

And the irony is that right now, the only thing this arrow is pointing towards, the only direction it is pointing me to, is Him.

Him and everything he represents.

#star wars #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn #fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #star wars thrawn #thrawn trilogy #grand admiral thrawn x reader #thrawn x reader #star wars x oc #thrawn x oc #chiss #star wars chiss #ao3 link #ao3 writer

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