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Day 8 - Forbidden Relationship

Obi Wan Kenobi x you

Contents: smut/drabble, fem!reader x episode 2 Obi Wan, corruption kink

W/C: ~600

Soooo I’m so behind but I swear to you I will post all of these chapters!! It just might be a little late. The next few should be faster though - with some of the more ‘vanilla’ prompts on my list I feel like I have to write more background to make it worth the read, but the kinkier ones are just going to get straight into it lol

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“I shouldn’t be doing this…” He muttered into your neck, and your walls fluttered around him in response. He said it every time, and yet, here he was. There was just something arousing about knowing your pussy is so fucking good it had a Jedi crawling back for more, breaking his covenant over and over just so he can fuck you.

The first time was intoxicating. You knew that he was a virgin - it wasn’t hard to tell - and you were apprehensive, but it didn’t matter that it didn’t last long, or that you didn’t orgasm… The power you felt. The control. Getting to coax him through it, seeing his face when he first pressed himself deep into your velvet core, knowing that you were corrupting a Jedi knight... It was like nothing you had ever experienced.

The second time, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. He was needy and desperate, lips and fingertips ghosting across every inch of your skin like a man starved. A man who had been deprived of pleasure for so long and now, he couldn’t help but indulge.

The third time, you went down on him. Took your time, letting your tongue run up and down his shaft, swirling around his head and smearing his precum gently before you took him completely into your mouth. He was a mess by the time you finally obliged his whines, his tip hitting the back of your throat with a moan from you. The look of pure pleasure and surprise on his face when you swallowed every last drop of his load as he came down your throat.

“But it feels so gooood, doesn't it?” You drawled, and he groaned pitifully. You’d lost count of the amount of times he’d promised it would never happen again, that he needed to stop, and yet here he was, buried to the hilt inside you. It was only recently that he’d realised you didn’t derive the same kind of pleasure as he did from your hookups, and he practically begged you to teach him how to help you out. You weren’t exactly going to say no to that. So you showed him how you touched yourself. Made him watched as you reached a climax.

The way he blushed afterwards… You loved the way it made you feel. His innocence. And how easily you could break it.

And now, his hand delved towards your folds, and you moaned as his thumb brushed across your sensitive clit, hips bucking as he continued to rut into you.

“Right there, baby…” you whispered, kissing his neck lightly and twisting your fingers into his hair. “Stars that’s perfect, keep going…” He groaned and sunk his teeth into your bare breath, beard scratching the delicate skin.

“That’s it… oh yes that’s it…” he whispered as you came around his cock, whining his name and his own orgasm followed not long after.

As he lay on top of you, breaths heavy, you thought about how this is normally when he’d say it had been a mistake, when he’d leave and apologise and swear up and down that’s he’d never return.

But now, he sighed contentedly, fingers drawing lazy patterns onto your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. You smiled to yourself, knowing he was yours.

The Tortured Poets Department

Multi-fandom fic based on the TTPD album!! I’ll add tags as I go and I’ll add a little description for each one under the link here ❤️

Down Bad

Wolverine x You

Short one shot, smut

You meet a mysterious man called Logan in a bar, and end up having some fun…

1,255 words

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr x You

Longer one shot, smut and a little fluff, threesome

After joining the First Class of Professor X’s school with your brother Hank, you realised you have a connection with two of the mutants there, and that they might also have a connection to each other…

6,258 words

Florida!!!

Aaron Hotchner x You

Longer one shot, smut, a little fluff, and a little angst

After a tough case in Tallahassee, a storm blows in and the jet is grounded, so you find comfort in the arms of someone unexpected.

4,203 words

My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys

Billy Butcher

Short one shot, smut

Your occasional fling sees you in a dress you had put on to tease him, and he reminds you who you belong to.

1,385 words

Fortnight

Mando/Din Djarin

Longer one shot, smut

After being employed by Greef to transport you back to your home planet, Mando comes back from one of his bounty hunts beaten and bloody, and you’re forced to get closer than you expected to the man made from metal.

5,539 words

TTPD Contents

Down Bad

Wolverine/Logan x Reader You meet a mysterious man called Logan in a bar, and end up having some fun… fem!reader, 18+ MDNI 1255 words

You couldn’t even make it to the bed. It was pathetic really - the desperation you felt for a man you had met in the bar only a couple of hours ago. But there was something about him. A gravitas. A magnetic pull that made you breathy and needy, both your shirt and his off before the door was even closed.

“You don’t get a lot of girls starting conversations in bars, bub.” He muttered, the first crack of a smile appearing. He had the kind of face that looked serious, almost aggressive in some lights, but when he started to smile, you knew it would suit him, a hint of mischief setting in. He was tall and toned, a fact you could see regardless of the oversized plaid shirt he wore, and just so incredibly attractive in a rugged way. Just your type. You were never one to talk to a stranger, but you just couldn’t stop yourself. And you weren’t sure why. You said as much to him with a shrug, which earned a chuckle.

“I guess I can’t argue with that.”

And now you were here, your body pressed firmly against your kitchen counter, his hands tangled in your hair as he kissed you deeply, hungrily. A need that matched your own. He somehow pressed even further into you, back painfully biting into the hard material, and you whined, the pain mixed with the headiness of his mouth on yours making you more turned on than you thought possible. His hands trailed to your thighs, gripping you tightly and lifting one leg to wrap around him, grinding himself into your core with a noise that could only be considered a growl, low and reverberating. Feral.

His lips didn’t leave yours as he spun you round, your tangled bodies colliding with your dining table. He broke to breathe for a short moment, hands falling to your jeans as you panted, trying to catch your breath too. God, he looked hot like this. Bare chest heaving, brow adorned with a small trace of sweat, eyes wild and frantic. And you had been right when you saw him at the bar - he was incredibly toned, almost as though his muscles had been carved out of marble. You couldn’t help but run your hands over him, the ridges of his abs, his unruly chest hair, down to his jeans, where you swiftly undid the fly and button, allowing him to step out of them as you did the same. And then you were back on each other, an aggressive kiss that knocked the wind out of you, one that consisted of biting his lip and his tongue working its way deep into your mouth. There was now very little between your aching core and the tent in his boxers, two thin layers of measly fabric, and you rubbed up against him, desperately trying to get some friction. You broke away again, needing a breath even though you didn’t want it, not if it meant leaving the taste of his mouth, whiskey and cigars.

“Fuck, Logan.” You barely managed to whine the words, a pathetic noise as he kissed your neck, then quickly deciding to bite down, your whine turning into a guttural groan. “I need you…”

“Fucking hell, baby, get those off please…” You didn’t hesitate, pulling down your panties and kicking them off quickly. He followed suit, pulling down the waistband of his boxers and allowing his cock to spring free, fully hard and magnificent. You instantly pulled him closer, needing him inside you, and he lined himself up, his hands falling to your hips and gripping hard, painfully so. A moan escaped your lips, a pitiful one, almost like a beg, and he grinned.

“You want something?” He muttered, voice low and husky, and you sighed.

“Shut the fuck up.” You whispered back, hands moving down his back and pulling him into you. He growled, a noise so raw and desperate it sent shivers down your spine. He was big, so big it completely winded you, but before you even got a chance to get accustomed to his size, he had bottomed out. You whimpered - the only noise you could manage with no air in your lungs - and he pulled out, slamming back into you with a force that made your eyes roll back into your head. Your hands found their way to his back, desperate for something to hold onto, sinking your nails into him. He felt so good that you could cry, each thrust taking you closer to the edge so quickly. You couldn’t do much but moan his name along with a string of expletives, and you let one of your hands fall from his back round to your clit. You barely needed it; the angle where you were perched on the table allowing him to hit that spot deep inside you that made your vision go blurry. You felt one of his hands trace up your body, over your stomach, the lacy fabric of your bra, up to your neck. His hand wrapped around it, giving it a gentle squeeze, testing the waters. You fluttered around him involuntarily, a soft whine escaping you, and he grinned. Then you could barely breathe.

You ground down into him as you gasped in tiny breaths shakily, his hand like a vice. It was starting to make you lightheaded, that divine feeling you often chased, and you knew you were getting close.

“There you go…” he whispered in your ear, squeezing slightly tighter. Your hands moved to his hair, lacing into it and pulling as he groaned loudly. “That’s it, baby, cum for me.” You were close, so close, and then it was on you like a wildfire, body going rigid and cunt clamping down around him as pleasure overtook you, a loud moan of relief leaving your body as he released his hand from your neck, allowing the blood and breath to rush back into your head and adding a blissful giddiness to the already overwhelming ecstasy your orgasm. He continued to fuck you through it, his hands and teeth finding different places to grip onto you with every thrust, and it wasn’t long before he was there too, pressing his hips deep inside you and cumming, his hot seed filling you as you rode out the final waves of your pleasure together.

He stayed inside you and lifted you up by your ass, cradling your boneless frame before placing you one your bed. He handed you some tissues, saying he was going to clean up, and you thanked him, breathing still ragged and body not quite cooperating with what you wanted it to do, so fucked out you had no energy left. He paused, a grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you, eyes taking over your body.

“What?” You managed to whisper, smiling shyly.

“I just… God you look so pretty like that, Bub. Makes me want to do something…” he paused, changing his mind, then walking to the bathroom, leaving the thought unfinished. You just smiled. The night wasn’t over yet.

I’m still super behind guys, I’m so sorry!! I will get them out soon! Also, I need some mutuals to chat about fic writing with, so if anyone has similar interest and fandoms, please drop me a message!!

Also, I know I don’t have loads of followers or notes on a lot of my posts, but I’m so so proud of the amount I have for where I’m at, so thank you. And for whoever does follow my account, I really appreciate all of you and I’m sending all of you love and care!!

Kinktober Day 1 : First Time

Qimir/The Stranger x you Contents: pwp, fem!readerxQimir (The Acolyte), MDNI 18+ W/C: 1.1k Finally got day 1 done and posted; I'll try and be more on time from here on out! Been thinking about him ever since I watched the show and now I finally have a chance to write something slutty about him for no reason :) enjoy x Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3

“You’ve never given in to those urges, have you? Even after all these years.”

“I… I’m a Jedi…” You muttered feebly as you sat watching him cook over the small stove, occasionally gazing over at you through those gorgeous, deep brown eyes.

“No, you were a Jedi. A Padawan at that. You aren’t anymore. You're free to do as you please.” You knew exactly what he meant, exactly what you wanted to do. You hadn’t been subtle when he had walked out of the sea earlier, the way the drops of salt water had clung to him as more of his form was slowly exposed to you, as though they didn’t want to let go. You knew the feeling. You hadn’t been able to tear your eyes off of him. But what had followed afterwards was a pang of guilt so intense you could have doubled over with it.

The Jedi had always been good at instilling shame in its pupils.

And you knew that. Logically, you knew that the Jedi way was not a path that you followed anymore, that the values you were taught from a young age were not ones that bound you now. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to cross that invisible line. No matter how much you desperately wanted to.

“I can give you what you want.” He paused, as though gaging your reaction.

“And how do you know what I want?” You asked, angry as he continued to read your every action perfectly.

“Because I have been you before. See…” He moved quickly, striding over to you, pulling off his top and kneeling down. The intensity of his eye contact was unwavering and it made you blush and begin to move backwards, but he reached out gently, enveloping your hand with his and stopping you in your tracks. A soft power spread through your body from the epicentre where your hands met, and by the look on his face, he could feel it too. It was dark and overwhelming, but as flowed further through you, it felt right. He felt right.

He was moving your hand towards him, and you could do nothing but let him, dizzy with the way he was openly sharing himself with you. He finally broke his hypnotic eye contact to turn away from you, and as his hand left yours, you already missed the warmth of his touch. And then your eyes focussed in on what he was trying to lead you to. Your fingertips met the rough skin that streaked across his back like a lightning bolt, a jagged welt that bore unimaginable pain.

“Every Jedi Master leaves scars on their Padawan, whether mental or physical. Mine are obvious. Yours…” He turned around to see your eyes wide, dazed and confused by his admission. He had been a Padawan. And now here he was, a Jedi killer. Maybe he did know what you wanted. He was right, he was you, just a few mere details tweaked. “Your Master killed the girl you were, your ideas, your individuality. Your morals. He rebuilt you whatever way he saw fit. He made you think preserving peace and teaching younglings were all you could be good for. I hope you see now that you can be so much more than that. You are so much more than that.” As though proving his point, his hand grasped yours again, the near dizzying power flowing through you once more. You remembered something he had said earlier, something he had wanted. The power of two. You knew what he meant now. Who wouldn’t want this?

It didn't take long for you to give in to everything you had promised to abstain from. Anger. Fear. Desire.

You spent your days training your body and mind, doing everything to remove the final shackles the Jedi had over you. And you spent your nights with him, legs intertwined, sloppy, opened mouth kisses as he rocked into you, reminding you who had opened your eyes to a whole new world of pleasure and pain. That he was the one who had corrupted you. That he was the only one who would ever see you like this. The only one who would ever make you feel like this.

The night he had told you about his past was the night you had finally allowed yourself to go after what you wanted.

You had kissed him first. You weren’t sure where it came from, but he was there in front of you, shirtless and on his knees, promising you a new life, and you couldn’t help yourself. You gave in so easily. And he reciprocated. He took you to bed and undressed you tenderly. Every touch was addictive, your body reacting to him in a way you didn't think possible. Then he buried his head between your legs, and suddenly this… sensation was starting to overcome you. His tongue was swirling around your core, and there was a pressure building, and it felt good, really good but it was hot and weird and….

“Wait, wait…” you gasped, and he lifted his head immediately, panting and looking up at you with confused eyes. The feeling was gone immediately, but you could still feel the panic rising in your throat.

“Are you ok?” He asked cautiously, hand grabbing yours. You squeezed gratefully.

“Yeah, I… sorry, I just had this weird feeling and I didn't…” He smiled softly, and you blushed, feeling like an idiot.

“Do you trust me?” Everything in your head was telling you no, telling you to scream at him, to let you go back to your old ways, but your heart fought back. You nodded. “Then let it happen, ok?” You nodded again, and watched as his tongue dipped back into your folds. You moaned lightly, running your hand through his hair as he continued, and that feeling was back again. You started to panic, but he gripped your hand tighter, reassuring you, and then something happened. All the pressure was suddenly released and all that was left was a wave of white hot pleasure ripping through your body. Your hips bucked into him instinctively as you rode it out, vision cloudy, hand gripping his tight.

It wasn’t long before he was inside you, his thrusts long and deep. It hurt, you couldn’t deny it, a pain biting at you that almost brought tears to your eyes. But he looked down at you, whispering praises and curses and the pain gave way to pleasure, even more blinding than before. You whimpered, a pathetic cry torn from your lips.

“That’s it, good job…” he muttered, “that feel good?” You hummed in acknowledgment, not quite enough breath in your lungs to say anything else. You ran your hands up and down his arms, feeling the rippling muscles there as he continued to rut into you.

“Maker, you feel incredible…”

And after that, you were his. His pupil. His lover. His acolyte.

The power of two.