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100 word smut challenge! ✍️
If you get this, you are being challenged to write the best smut you can in 100 words or less.
(Just for fun. Feel free to play or delete if you don’t want to)
❤️ here is some soft smut because I'm terrible at this !! & also sorry this ended up being like 200 steamy words ! 🌸
a scene with anakin skywalker
18+ only rating: M
he wanted you like this, all to himself and held there in a soft surrender to his skating grip; the stray chill of polished metal, pebbling the valley of your breasts out from under his touch, where you had fallen open for him.
you reached for him in the night, leaning up and chasing after the warmth of his breath slowly; a dimly held, and heady kiss that he's invited you to take, slipping away there just as wordlessly.
and you part from him then, not because you had already been just as sated – not yet, at least. so tiredly out of breath you needed just to watch him, tightening the hold he has around his cock when the motion of his capable palm there shifts. brushing past your clit to quell a most desirable ache; running the smooth tip through the slick of your folds when you sigh, laying claim to him breathlessly.
the sultry roll of your hips, melding there with his as the tips of all your fingers slide through the ripples of your sheets. his reverent command, coming down on you in steady thrusts, indelicatly revealed there by the grit of all his whispers - just as effortlessly as you anticipate...
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Thots for Obi plz omg
Imagine he accidentally finishes inside you, it feels so good as he’s having his way with you, your hands on his ass pulling him in deep as he fucks you in missionary and suddenly he growls. His cock twitching deep inside you and both of you look at each other in shock and pleasure as he fills your needy hole with his warm cum. He’s out of breath and slowly realises what has happened.
When nothing has happened the first time he enjoys to take the risk and he loves to finish inside you, pushing him into you as deep as he possibly can, it drives him wild. Whether more happens is up to you - argh this is why I love fiction <3
🥴🥵👋 ok so I was already a mess before, but now ... !! phew 🌸🔞
leaving adult things below ! 18+ only
please enjoy steamy times responsibly **
he's breathless and completely spent, fucking into you hard with the strength of his warm hands kneading at your wrists, grasping tightly around them for purchase - to ground him to this moment; to make all of your blinding pleasure fade into his...
enjoying all the tiredly satisfying ways your head drifts back against the sheets, arching with your neck; his heavy lidded eyes, falling toward the valley of your breasts - their budding peaks, shifting each time with the sinfully indulgent snapping of his hips...
you want to watch him shudder, to feel him come inside you, allowing him every tender form of blissful relief...
but he has other things in mind for you both just as he's roughly flipping you over, taking all of you with him from behind, all while kneading at your perfect flesh...
"So pretty, wrapped around me like this..."
he praises, his elegant melody of a voice, pushing you further and further over the edge...
nearing something dampened & enraptured of your own there, when a deepened groan falls intensely from his lips...
... 🔞❤️
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oh my goodness 😭❣️
halston / obi anon - I see you !
& now I'm imagining that entire scenario
soft and tender obi, leaning back in the council chair (in that way only he does, the splay of his thighs, straining hard against the slip of his trousers) the rise and fall of his chest, panting there...
a gleaming sunlight filtering through all of the floor to ceiling windows, the sunset falling gently over all of the towering courscanti spires...
& the reflection casts a breathtaking afterglow across his face, his eyes alive in blue there and closing, catching onto all the last remains of daylight...
so he surrenders, to the way you feel right there and now, the risk of anyone coming in at any moment, gone all at once from the shadows of his mind...
winding his fingertips through your hair, or landing the strength of his palm hard along the back of your neck...
grasping just a little tighter with a pull, at the shuddering shift of his hips...
enjoying all the ways you've wrapped yourself around him, tilting your chin up only after coming apart, wanting just to drag a kiss of his own against the beautiful swell of your sated mouth...
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that feeling when your cute lingerie arrives in the mail 🥺💋 !
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Omg I- I started watching Halston and hearing Ewan moan like that drove me nuts made me think about how Obi Wan moans like this, just louder 😭
oh. 👋❤️
OH.
no words. !!
I feel like he would have the most breathy moan, like totally blissed out, eyes wound shut, neck arching back softly...
maybe gripping your hands...
tracing heavy palms over your skin when he does...
just completely lost in the best way possible. 🌸 xo
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Read this fic of yours where Obi got a blowjob and it sent me, I always imagined him getting one, especially in the series yk. He's one of the last Jedi's, he never let himself experience things like love and barely allowed himself to come after his sexual needs... Finally, when he does he lays flat on the bed, abdomen raising and falling quickly.
"Oh dear... Y/N." he'd moan under his breath when you suck him off, his mouth is hanging open and he moans so loudly you think all of the universe can hear it. He shakes and thrusts into you as you bob your head and moan around him and get so inviting for him.
"Ah dear..." Obi moans before a mind shattering orgasm runs through his body. He's so sorry he came before you and took proper care of you afterwards. URGH I just love the thought of him cumming that quickly.
🥴❤️ going to put the adult things below xx 🌸 (also thank you for reading) 18+
I feel like he would absolutely lose his mind after denying himself of that kind of release for so long...
Maybe thinking it's been so wrong to even have these feelings of want & need
Because, it's different with another person, taking him higher, staring up at him from where they are, absolutely worshiping him when maybe he thinks he isn't worthy of that at all...
But he is. & fuck -- how you are dying just to show him.
Gliding the tips of all your fingers along his thighs, slipping them over his softened, auburn ridden middle...
Grazing your nose there...playfully teasing him, trying just to prolong the inevitable...
But he can't wait anymore, his chest heaving with his beautiful eyes wound shut in pleasure; gripping the back of your neck with the winding palm of his weather beaten hands...
& maybe for you, he's even chosen to wear those leather gloves you enjoy on him so much...
Coming down your throat if that was what you wanted when you moan around him, filthy and sated, writhing against your own hand when he does
But you're also completely gentle with him, taking practiced care of the way he collides with you, even though you want him sinfully in ways you've only dreamnt about when you're alone...
Imagining him wearing them while kneading at your flesh, watching as you ride him hard, taking what you need from him, all while fulfilling all he's ever wanted...
Allowing him a tender path to you while letting go, making your slotted silhouettes his safe haven of relief when your chests lay themselves completely breathless & melded lazily together...
& when he gives you everything in return, that same, blissful, enraptured current that blinds him uncontrollably?
for him, unraveling you in that way will happen slowly, drifting endlessly with you until you've had enough...
which, seems entirely unlikely. [the having enough part] ❤️
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in need of some really good soft filth right now, my mind is unraveling into the smutty jail zone & I don't know what to do
forgive me 😭❤️ !!
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anon I see you 👀
I just can't answer that here 🙏
although, I can only imagine...💗
& my preferences are the same as yours, although I do find all beautiful 🌸 xo
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Hi! I'm having a rough few days. Could you write something for Cassian or Bodhi with the prompt(s) of reunion and/or coming home? Also if you could write reader as a character with an invisible illness like chronic pain that would be so appreciated. There's so little disability representation in fanfic. Soft is great, but I wouldn't mind if it got slightly spicy. I really really love your writing.
Homecoming
Bodhi Rook x F!Reader
prompt – coming home, reader struggles with chronic pain
18+ only, rating: mature, love & comfort, emotional hurt comfort, domestic fluff, romantic fluff, modern au, winter au, holiday au, tattoo!bodhi, mild praise kink, implied intimacy & allusions to mature adult content ✨
a/n -- hope this soft spice with bodhi helps in bringing an end to all of your rough days, & that this story makes your heart feel full. 💫 sending so much love & warm vibes your way in hopes that things will start feeling better for you soon. bodhi rook is definitely one of my favorites & I really enjoyed writing this one. hopefully this sheds light in a positive, comforting way, for those who struggle with chronic pain & also mental health. & of course, please feel free to skip this fic if it is not for you ! 🌸 xo A
It feels as though time tends to stand still on such dragging days like these, where the clouds cover themselves in veils of grey, fanning past the early evenings’ tiring wave of chill.
The sky itself is one just to make your heart ache with missing; where hints of daylight begin to catch onto your eyes, fluttering themselves closed kindly there on quiet mornings. It’s the only time when gentle shades of rest become you; a soothing sort of calm you wish would last all day.
Though, by the time the afternoon comes on Sunday, you find yourself the slightest bit melancholy; struggling just to rise from the comfort of your pillow, and the warmth of all your blankets, when all you seem to feel are heavy limbs fading with your strides.
You tell yourself that perhaps it’s just the time of the season, a sadness that comes with it when the hours cease in being long; the sun going down much earlier than planned, all in favor of welcoming the first signs of snow.
But that isn’t it at all, or at least, maybe that’s only part of it.
The subtle bits of pain you feel spark stiffness in your joints, then your hands; a Winter headache coming on from time to time from an overwhelming feeling of such holiday stress.
It’s a difficult way of life to live when holding tightly to things that perhaps no one else can see or understand, but somehow, even still, with all your heart you had been grateful.
With your legs slowly winding there in search of comfort on the couch, the muscles in your back grow tighter as you do your best to stretch, a sharpened nerve ending, suddenly startling you all at once; the pinched feeling, spiraling downwards toward your hip, stealing away any hopes of leaning into relaxation.
Reaching over toward your table, there’s a steaming cup of tea cooling off just where you’ve left it; the calming scent of lemon and honey, filling your heart in it’s tender embrace of warmth, hoping for something to soothe your weary mind all while waiting for him; tiding you over with affection, until the one you love comes home.
…
Peering over from the window, the dim flickering of light filters itself soundly through the door where he’s opened it; a pilot returning after a long time alone, flying through the airwaves with most urgent messages to send; finding solace, finally, here with you, inside his inviting place of safe haven.
He’s happy just trailing frost onto the floor with the careful padding of his boots, something he knows you’ll playfully enjoy yelling at him about later, that is, if he’s even given you the chance; unsure whether or not he’s even able to walk in straight lines when he knows it’s you waiting for him on the other end, eager just to see your eyes, lighting up at every turn of the corner, welcoming him home with nothing else but your smile.
“Bodhi?”
“It’s me, baby, I’m home.”
Whispering this into the swell of your neck, he breathes all of you in by way of patient touch, as if committing every trace of your skin to the safest parts of his memory, cradling you all the while in the winding strength of his arms.
Drifting in and out of sleep, he knows just where to find you; the familiar sort of place where you always end up reaching for him.
“You’re early, handsome…”
“Surprised, I hope?”
“I am…just… so tired.”
He watches as you attempt to lift yourself up from the plush edges of the couch, wincing just a bit with your hand pressed to your side, glancing at the time, entirely uncomfortable...
And by the looks of things, it seems as though you’re having a little trouble.
“Hey, hey… I’ve got you, love. Come here.”
Crouching down towards the carpet, he takes kindly to your blanket that’s just about gone and slipped, folding it up for you right before it’s been set to fall. It’s in those moments where he could truly sense your tired eyes pleading with him softly, fanning toward his own amidst the quiet, as night’s blissful shadow encases you in the room.
He wants nothing more than to ease your pain, even if it means only for a little while; to have you pressed, selfishly clinging to him closely, where he knows you're safest, nestled toward the thrumming force of his chest, and completely unraveling there beside him…
…
“Take my hand.”
Weaving your palms up and over there together, your arms quickly wrap themselves around; fingertips soon threading themselves through all the darkened strands of hair waiting for you at the base of his neck; shorter now, you think to yourself, but still perfect enough for an indulgent bit to tug on.
Sensing this immediately there from you, he can not help but to smile with his eyes; an all knowing, commanding sort of look, darting towards the enticing edges of your lips; hovering in the intimate space between where subtle gasps of air tend to linger, when soon enough, suddenly he’s kissing you.
“Missed you so much…”
A sigh escapes there from your chest, moving in time with the languid circle of his tongue, as the upturned corners of your mouth deftly part themselves open for him; inviting him to stay through the sliding of your words, deepening themselves against the tangling path of his kiss; slotting your lips and hands together, in resounding fits of unwavering relief.
“Yeah?”
Melding there with him makes everything seem so simple; sharing his burdens of war and all of your struggles with heartache and pain, held heavily most days on the tiring of your backs and shoulders, when somehow as you've lovingly fallen, all of it begins to slowly fade away…
With every heartfelt caress gliding there against your face.
With every grazing mark left behind through muffled, velvet sentiments, whispered at your temple.
“Thought about you like this every day when I was gone…”
With foreheads lightly touching, entangled by your caged in sort of rest, your eyes soothe themselves closed to the intense blur of all his aimless meandering; colliding with the palms of his hands that knead so expertly at your flesh, calming your nerves, and smoothing away all of your most heightened ailments.
And he wants nothing more than to fold into you there, taking care of any ounce left of your frustration and sadness.
“Show me… please.”
Bereft of all thought, the dragging feel of your lips latch onto his, completely lost in time, and the pleasurable scratch of hair lining his lip, his jaw; his protective, capable touch, leisurely spanning the pliant curves of your waist, and the arching of your back; sliding up and up toward the valley of your breasts, before cupping at their tender peaks; the lightened grazing of both thumbs, gliding deliberately past them.
…
An effortless trail of fallen garments line the path toward your bedroom there upon the floor, masking all his dampened steps from the Winter’s more unforgiving cold; another, heated sort of ache, lifting you higher in waking dreams of affectionately colliding, where consumed by one another you both shift.
“Are you comfortable? Just say the word.”
Adjusting the pillows beneath you, the very tips of his fingers admire all the planes of your skin, skating over where your anticipation pebbles itself beneath them; glistening with a honeyed drip where you long for him the most in waves of an impenetrable breathlessness, rising all at once from the glossed over bow of your lips.
“You’re perfect…just…oh…”
He kneels down toward you lower then, the hardened, enticing strain of his hips, confidently sauntering over where a tightly wound press soon runs itself slick; filtering into a hovered brush against your sweetened essence that pearls for him just so; beautiful in all the ways you have surrendered.
“Feels good?”
Catching onto your pretty lip pulled salaciously between your teeth, all you can manage is a simple gesture of yes, yes, more, baby, please, where somehow all the words seem to have escaped you in those maddening seconds; a single, breathy hum, unraveling from your mind, and pulling against the tether to all of them…
"Yes…"
But if only you had known that this was just the beginning; a deepened spiral toward the softened point of no return; the one where your eyes fall into realms of blinding white noise, curling with his practiced fingers, relishing in the heady silence there, just as your pleasure tightens the most.
"Better like this?"
"Much better… but…"
Admiring the taut lines of muscle rising with his chest, your eyes trace over all the patterned ink written there across his skin; intent on leaning back, all so you can watch him, as the sharp tip of his nose nudges at a satisfying certain spot...
So perfectly in rhythm with the indelicate, flicking of his tongue, the smooth and tender motions take you further than you'd ever felt before.
"Tell me what you need, love."
“Need all of you, please…”
And all at once, he envelops you then, eyeing just the way your neck arches into a mess of all your covers, rippling with your fists; palms sliding beneath the lush feel of your thighs, all in hopes of having you closer…
Writhing against his kiss and the sliding of his hand, you imagine all the effortless ways it feels just to be held by him; entwined amongst your blankets, with spiced scents to guide you by the fire; sensing how he reaches down for a moment, stealing away a hint of release as he palms himself once over.
"So good for me..."
It doesn’t take very long to get lost in all that soon seems forgotten, set to imagine how good all of this feels on lonely days when at times you otherwise do not; that when the notches on his belt come apart and open, so swiftly he is there to remind you of all the things you deserve; unfolding every time with him, in such fervent displays of want.
… 💙
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everything is in the q ✨️ xo
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filter my tag pxk reads if the fics I've been reblogging are crowding your dash.
pxk adult tag 🌸 to filter out any mature adult content you may not want to see.
sorry not sorry to the people who unfollowed.
I've been catching up on some long overdue reading, & reblogging things is the best way to show support for others here.
I know I would want someone out there doing the same for me. xo ☕ A
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