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pepsichel · 2 months
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dinagastuff · 3 months
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Obikin doodle set...4?
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to-proudly-go · 3 months
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Obikin smut snippet reverse AU
(Top Padawan Obi/Bottom Master Anakin) Anakin gets wrecked by his padawan and is happy about it 😉
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“Master,” Obi-Wan calls, voice full of mischief as he crawls over to where Anakin lays trembling, his muscles still jumping from the aftershock of his latest climax. The bed dips as he hovers over Anakin’s heaving chest, hands bracketing his shoulders and knees between his spread, bruised thighs. He looks down at his disheveled Master with a grin. “We’re not done yet, you know.”
Anakin whimpers and shakes his head where it lay on his pillow already drenched by fluids. Whatever fluids they are, Anakin is not sure anymore. “Obi-Wan, please, I can’t take anymore. Let this old man rest.”
“Alright, but do not try to escape me again,” Obi-Wan warns, eyes heated, and the threat in his voice only makes Anakin moan brokenly as his dick drools one more time over his abdomen already stained sticky white by previous orgasms, fire still racing through his veins despite his exhausted flesh.
He can’t remember how many times Obi-Wan had taken him by the waist and driven his ever-eager cock into his hole and unerringly pounding right into his oversensitive prostate. He thinks he lost count by the time he tried to crawl away only to find himself sliding backwards across the bed when Obi-Wan’s large hands made fists on the meat on his hips and dragged him back onto his waiting cock, leaving aching and angry bruises.
He’d sobbed and keened, face pressed against the abused pillow and nipples chafed raw from being rubbed back and forth on the sheets, words incoherent as he tried to tell Obi-Wan to stop for a moment and let him breathe. But his merciless padawan had only chuckled right into his ear and reminded him of his promise before that night.
“You said anything I want, Master. And what I want is to make you come as many times as it takes before I do.” He’d then sweetly encircled Anakin’s neck with careful fingers then wrapped his other arm around Anakin’s chest and levered him up to a kneeling position, gravity letting his cock drive further up Anakin’s insides and making him choke from the sudden fullness before he proceeded to try his best to make his Master’s brain melt out of his ears one more time.
Anakin is so, so proud of Obi-Wan and his insane learning curve, but he really shouldn’t have taught his padawan such fine control over the Force that he could literally stop himself from coming and could be hard for hours on end. He should have known Obi-Wan would use his skills for nefarious reasons, like fucking his Master until he couldn’t speak and could only cry on his oversized cock.
But even as he drooled and sweated onto whatever part of the bed he ended up on, even as he wailed when Obi-Wan held him by the arms and used his grip to bounce him back against his hard, dripping member again and again, making his hole feel sore and used, Anakin only ever felt happiness and adoration for the boy the Force had given to him.
And right now, as his precious star gazes down at him with what seemed like all the love and hunger a person could ever have for another, Anakin just knows that tomorrow, he will look into the mirror and trace all the bruises pressed into his skin with reverence, and he will memorize their shapes and colors and ask Obi-Wan to give them to him again when they finally fade away.
He suddenly raises his arms and wraps them around Obi-Wan’s neck to pull him down. Obi-Wan lands on his front with an oof, eyes wide as his limbs go akimbo. Anakin untangles their legs and wraps his own pair around Obi-Wan’s waist and crosses his ankles behind that strong back, trapping him between the warmth of his inner thighs. Obi-Wan moans as their sensitive cocks rub against each other, and Anakin feels so close to coming again just from the sound of his voice shaking, the knowledge that he broke Obi-Wan’s steely composure he’d kept up through the night making him feel buoyant and victorious.
“Give me all you got, Obi-Wan,” he whispers into Obi-Wan’s ear, and the younger man within his hold froze at those words before melting into him, laughing softly. He gently pecks Anakin's swollen lips and smiles sweetly, a sharp contrast to the way his fingers dig almost painfully into Anakin's shoulder blades where his hands have wormed their way under his back. He shudders in anticipation.
“With pleasure, Master.”
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fictionkinfessions · 1 year
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This is for the TARDIS; specifically, the Doctor's. I would like to thank you for taking care of Thete. Whenever I could not be there for them, whenever I was there against them, you were there for them. I know you love them, as do I. I apologize for my part in our many conflicts and wish you only the best. You deserve them far more than I do. Regards, Koschei (the Master)
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tideswept · 3 months
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with reverence unimpaired [oneshot] [e] → ao3
Having taken a blood sample from Obi-Wan as soon as his vitals started fluctuating, Anakin scans the results on his holopad. Dread threatens to steal the air from his lungs. From the war, and listening to Kix’s reports, he grasps enough of the medical jargon to understand the diagnosis. Obi-Wan is, without a single shred of doubt, entering an uncontrolled rut.
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aberrantcreature · 2 months
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PadaWan and Masterkin 💙
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mydeaddovedungeon · 1 year
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Master Anakin being touchy and eventually impregnate his long haired pada-obiwan sent tweet.
Don't worry Obi is legal age here but he's so desperate to succeed and he's actually really obsessed with his handsome master that sometimes he'll wear less layers and fluttering his eyelashes until Masterkin cannot hold it anymore and just bend that Stewjon twink over and fuck his pussy
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gee, how did they know those are some of my favorite Doctors?? it sure is a mystery!! /s
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findyourkinmates · 7 years
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hello, i'm the master (harold saxon, to be specific) from doctor who, and i'm looking for anyone really, but specifically a tenth doctor that remembers dating me! i'm 16, so nobody over 18 please! i'm cool with other incarnations of the master, but no doubles! you can contact me @masterharoldsaxon or like/rb this! thank you!
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kintypeicons · 7 years
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dead master - black rock shooter - icons for anon !!
its sorta hard to see because of the dark background, but lmk if you want anything changed !
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Any Fate kins out there...you’re all valid and I love you - A Lonely Master
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canoncalled · 7 years
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hello, i'm the master (harold saxon, to be specific) from doctor who, and i'm looking for anyone really, but specifically a tenth doctor that remembers dating me! i'm 16, so nobody over 18 please! i'm cool with other incarnations of the master, but no doubles! you can contact me at masterharoldsaxon or like/rb this! thank you!
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to-proudly-go · 3 months
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WIP Wednesday (Obikin reverse AU)
Gonna be part of this series! This AU has got me by the throat and refused to let go 😂
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“May I finally kiss your ankles now, Anakin?”
He turned around in Obi-Wan’s arms and gazed down at his mischievous - former now - padawan, his head tilted up and a little smile playing on his lips. The scant few inches of difference between their heights seemed endlessly precious to Anakin, and he used his advantage to place his own smiling mouth on Obi-Wan’s forehead, right on his mole. He let himself linger there, his eyes closed, the swirl of affection in their bond sending streams of light into his bloodstream, warming him from the inside out and settling his nerves. His hands came up to Obi-Wan’s shoulders and around his neck, playing with the short, prickly strands on his nape for a little bit before he crossed his wrists behind Obi-Wan’s head as he moved closer, their chests bumping against each other over the endless layers of their clothes.
He pressed a few more pecks on Obi-Wan’s forehead before pulling back, and he chuckled at the dazed look on his little star’s face. He brought a hand back to Obi-Wan’s freckled cheek and smoothed a thumb over his flaming skin.
“I’d like to kiss you on the lips first, if that’s alright with you.”
“Uh-huh,” Obi-Wan mumbled, eyes stuck somewhere down Anakin’s face. The image of the famous silver-tongued Jedi lost for words had Anakin snorting inelegantly, and Obi-Wan finally snapped his gaze up at the sound. He became wide-eyed at the realization of being caught in the act of staring at his Master’s lips, and his face reddened further as he spluttered in embarrassment. Anakin laughed softly, the fondness in his chest for his silly love erupting out of him in waves and waves and drowning their bond with tenderness once more.
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tbh i'm just gonna,, resend smth i sent to the old blog: i never have ships in fandoms except for dw and the only ship i shipped was doctor/master and i was super hardcore to the point of being able to convince two people i was at a sleepover with, who have NEVER SEEN THE SHOW, that doctor/master was practically canon. now im aware im masterkin and its. just. That Entire Period of my life was Embarrassing.
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tideswept · 4 months
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First post of 2024, let's go!
First off! I'll be picking up my goal of 100 books a year again and will post a tracker next, feel free to join in and/or give recommendations as the year progresses. ❤ I'm a voracious but lazy reader, so I don't venture outside of my usual circle of authors as often as I should, which is actually the point of the tracker!
Secondly, I want to show off the podfic @sweet-cynic did of stubborn in the bones and the delicious Padobi/Masterkin @ossidae-passeridae wrote for silly ol' me. 💕
stubborn in the bones (podfic)
surrender | be moved and shaken
Yessss, yesss, look at the pretty, look at it!
Third, and really what you're interested in--State of Fic Updates and Previews!
ACTIVE WIPS:
[Hartwin] a tender gasp of inevitable ache ch2: 3k in, rough outline written out. Guesstimating something like 6k for this one.
Then Merlin pipes up.  “God, I thought you two couldn’t get more obnoxious.” Neither of them starts. Kingsman trained them too well for that. But Eggsy’s fingers curl around the stem of his fork before relaxing. Since there’s no data being fed into his glasses, he assumes this is an informal check-in.  He places another forkful of tender, exquisite salmon on his tongue, closing his lips around the tines and dragging the fork out without breaking eye contact with Harry. This might be mainly to yank Merlin’s tail, but he can’t deny that Harry watching him make a slaggy spectacle of himself ignites a forbidden, heady thrill. It’s better than the cock of a well-oiled gun—better even than firing off a snazzy one-liner when taking out bad guys.
[Hartwin] always be something sacred ch3: 1.6k in, some thorny things to work out. Might be a split POV chapter, might also end up being 5 chapters total after all, we'll see!
“Opinion on a blockade?” Harry asks, shrugging off his jumper, heading for the hidden armory beneath the staircase. He’d long ago bought and hollowed out the neighboring houses that bracketed his own for security and usage—pressing his palm against the wooden panel reveals a hidden entrance.  It’s amazing that Eggsy, despite all his rightful suspicions and cleverness, has never figured this secret out. He would have loved it. There’s no need for Harry to close his eyes and imagine that boy’s delight, he knows the exact grin that Eggsy would flash, his choked, skeptical laughter, his glee. How carefully Harry would have to watch his hands to ensure that Eggsy didn’t pocket anything.  Pain digs sharp claws behind his breastbone. He ignores it. Regret can come later, after Eggsy isn’t at the mercy of an unknown enemy. 
[Obikin] Untitled -- Alpha!PadObi/Beta!Masterkin: smutty irredeemable oneshot, ahoy!
Obi-Wan groans again. He stumbles onto his sleeping bag and lies there, gritting his teeth. Through their bond, Anakin experiences an echo of the pure need threatening to drag the nineteen-year-old into a feral state.  Or that will kill him.  Anakin swears in Huttese. If he were better at mind suggestions or at meditation, if he could karking heal, he could help. If he were an alpha, he could superimpose his will and force Obi-Wan to calm down. And if he were an omega… Well. Anakin didn’t successfully see one Padawan through an intergalactic war only to lose his second Padawan to something as ridiculous as this.
[Obikin] Untitled2: another irredeemable smutty oneshot, yay!
“Are you sure that you’re alright, Anakin?” Obi-wan asks for the third time, exasperated to the point where no matter what Anakin claims, he’s going to stop their walk and examine Anakin from head to toe. But instead of lying again, Anakin, who has been making the strangest noises as they pushed through the wildly lush jungle that covers the planet, groans piteously and stops so suddenly that Obi-Wan almost runs into him.  “Anakin?”  “I’m—kark, don’t make me say it.”  Since Anakin stubbornly refuses to face him, Obi-Wan circles around to find Anakin flushed and sweaty, his lips torn from biting down.
[Obikin] Untitled3: probably still irredeemable but not actually smutty! for @sweet-cynic, a bit of a... TMA-SW fusion AU? (featuring Priest-Wan because we could always use more of that.)
The day Obi-Wan Kenobi stumbles over the bedraggled figure curled up tight at a corner of the stairs leading up to the church is already one of exhaustion and fury drowned in alcohol. He is in no charitable mood, but discovering a small child wedged tight against the stonework in the middle of the night, with the chill of an early winter creeping in, horrifies him into action. Are they dead? Obi-Wan wonders, leaning down carefully. Wrapped up in misery and in shapeless, grimy garments, the child is nothing but a genderless mop of blond hair and too-pink ears peeking out from the collar of the jacket they’re wearing, some cast off business jacket for an adult repurposed for warmth against the bitterness of October.  He clears his throat. “He—” Blue eyes snap open.  Too blue, too bright, there’s not enough light that I should be able to see the color. But Obi-Wan doesn’t pay that thought as much attention as it deserves. “Hello there. That doesn’t seem terribly comfortable." The poor creature—Obi-Wan still cannot pinpoint a gender, the face dark with dirt—shifts away from him, inching to regain space as if they don’t trust him despite the markers of his office, the collar, the coat, the cross weighing heavy on his chest.
NEXT UP:
airline Obikin shenanigans for @virahaus
even more shenanigans set in bones of a miracle for @gretchenzellerbarnes
A coda for all things unsaid
I'm hoping Untitled2 will be finished today, but we'll see. :) After some of these go up I will finally get back to working on fear the crown and the devil is a gentleman. They're long overdue for updates. (Also have my eye on you should see what we do in my head--definitely want to finish that this month.)
And that concludes the State of Fic! ❤ If I have forgotten anyone or any thing or you have a question about a fic not mentioned, please give me a poke.
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aberrantcreature · 2 months
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Obikin Prompt .5
Role reversal AU, MasterKin and PadObi, Rako Hardeen incident. That is all.
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