I am not your failure, Obi-Wan.

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[littlesubbyflower]

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[assiraphales]

I know padme’s friends were tired. oh so you’re marrying the hormonal teenage space monk who lives halfway across the galaxy that the you’ve seen a total of two months in the last ten years? are we sure this is love or do you just think he’s hot? bc you’re a queen turned senator and he’s emotionally stunted and in a cult. maybe we should at least wait until he cuts off that rat tail perchance?

[sheikahfication]

I need a blowjob but I don’t have a penis or a strap on and I’m not taking off my pants so you’re just gonna have to figure it out

[dianorayopi]

The phases of Obi-Wan 😭

[i-will-write]

how i sleep knowing i write shitty fiction but at least don’t use chatgpt

[luckieangel]

if you get horny out of the blue it’s because you and that fictional man are fucking in his universe btw

[kosmogrl]

september was practice… in october I’m getting my shit together

[kosmogrl]

in november I'm getting my shit together

[kosmogrl]

in december I’m getting my shit together

[kosmogrl]

in february I’m getting my shit together

[kosmogrl]

in march I’m getting my shit together

[kosmogrl]

in april I’m getting my shit together

[kosmogrl]

in may I’m getting my shit together

[kosmogrl]

in june I’m getting my shit together

[fudamnshi]

”time heals all wounds” WRONG. it merely allows for infection.. it is Too late for me

[coolskeleton66]

[littlesubbyflower]

not Caroline wanting me to publicly shame her

[teamhangaround]

Some post-battle smooching

[halcydn-deactivated20151101]

Reblog if you write fan fiction

Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?

[ehlectrick]

The napperrrr

[animentality]

[lokis-army-77]

hey, I hope you're doing great 💞 May I request a dracula x reader smut where it's reader on her knees, ykwim and her basically worshipping him the wasy he does to her, I just cant get this out of my head he'd look so pretty istg 😩

Set Me on Fire

Dracula x Wife!reader

Word Count: 937

You've decided tonight that your husband deserves to be worshiped just as much as he worships you.

Warning: smut, oral (m receiving)

A/N: I have finally written something! I'm done with graduate school, so I can now work on my WIPs. A special thank you to @take-everything-you-can for reading and helping with ideas, @littlesubbyflower, for betaing, as well as making the wonderful header!

The room was warm, almost uncomfortably so. The fire roared across the room, but that wasn't what made your skin damp and your heart race.

Your husband pressed against your front, pinning you to the bed. His hands roamed the contours of your body, his lips pressed needy, wanting to be kissed over your face and neck, pulling soft whimpers out of you.

Want pooled in your belly, overflowing as he worshiped you with every touch. The need for him grew and grew until finally you'd had enough of the light touches and gentle caresses.

With steady hands, you pushed him aside, rolling you both over and asserting yourself as the one in charge.

"My dear-" Your husband starts only for you to cut him off with a single finger pressed to his kiss-bitten lips.

"Vlad, don't argue," you admonish, and he quietly holds his hands up as if to say, "do as you like."

Ever so slowly, you kiss and nip your way from his lips, over his broad chest, and to the place your mouth craves to taste. Deft fingers untie Vlad's trousers, and soon you are faced with his hardened cock. Just looking at him laid bare before you had your mouth salivating and throat constricting.

Carefully, you grasp him with your hand and give him a slow tug, and watch as the muscles in his abdomen contract. "You're always so sensitive when I touch you." The thought comes out absentmindedly.

You adjust yourself, crawling from his lap to your new place on the floor. The rug beneath you digs into your knees, a delightful kind of burn that heightens your pleasure.

Vlad is watching you carefully, propped up on his elbows. You glance at him through lidded eyes, mouth hovering over his flustered member. "Let me take care of you tonight, my Prince," your voice all sultry and desire.

Without hesitation, you let a string of spit fall from your open mouth onto Vlad's waiting cock. You smile when it twitches excitedly in your hand. Slowly, you move your hand, spreading the saliva over his smooth, hot skin. Vlad's hips stutter at the feeling.

"Fuck-," he breathes, a hand combing its way through his hair.

A pang of want hits you when you finally descend your mouth upon him, tongue scorching hot against his shaft and his tip before consuming him entirely. He filled you, hitting the back of your throat.

A moan erupts from deep within your chest as you taste him, salty but not unbearable. You look through your lashes at him; he's flushed, redness covers his cheeks, neck, and chest, and you know he won't last long.

At a leisurely, almost torturous pace, you began to bob your head. Up and down, up and down. The action brings a whimper to your husband's lips, and it may be the most leg-clenching sound you have ever heard; you want him to do it again. So, you bury your face into him, taking him as deep as you can, resisting the urge to gag, and you swallow around him.

Vlad's hand flies to your head, large and warm, and he holds you there, stopping you from pulling away. "Beloved, I- ah- I can't," he chokes out.

Gently, you reach above you, pull his hand from your hair, and pin it to the bed. Now free, you return to your prior movements with vigor. Spit dribbling down your chin as you hollow your cheeks around him.

You can feel that he's close with how his hips canter up into your waiting mouth. Selfishly, you don't want him to come just yet. So, you remove yourself from him and begin to kiss and nip at his muscular thighs.

Slowly, you remove your hand from his wrist and bring it to his cock. With feather-light fingers, you caress him, sending a shiver up his spine.

"I love how you feel against me. In my mouth, my hand, my cunt. I can't get enough," you murmur against his skin before biting the meat of his inner thigh. Vlad lets out the most wrecked moan you have ever heard. Pulling away, you can see the mark you've made, bright and blushing against his creamy white skin, and you can help but grin.

Your husband is a mess above you, hands gripping the sheets, head tossing as you bring your mouth back to his cock. The moment the heat hits him, he thrusts into your mouth in an uncontrollable fit, gasping out curses.

He's right on the edge, tipping over, as you suck on him, running your tongue against the underside of his cock. You can't help but groan as both his hands find their way into your hair this time, pushing you further than you ever had. You feel it then, the twitching, the telltale sign that he's there, just moments away from giving you what you want. With one final, hungry suck, he's letting go.

The sounds he's making are like music to your ears, loud and vulnerable and meant just for you… only for you.

Your fingers dig into his legs, nails leaving crescent-shaped indents and scratches as you swallow every ounce of his come.

Pulling off, you climbed over him, grinning as you began to kiss his lips. His tongue presses into your mouth, coaxing a sweet sigh from you.

Vlad pulls away, the fingers of his right hand petting your cheek. "Oh, the things you do to me."

"What's that?"

He looks at you for a moment before saying, "You set me on fire, an eternal flame which may never go out."

[littlesubbyflower]

Now i’m bricked up at 7:50 in the morning, thanks Caroline !

[littlesubbyflower]

it’s me sitting silently in a discord call with two of my best friends while two of the three of us write, and i’m smelling candles to help describe how I want someone’s Force signature to smell.

I must look insane right now.

[mystiquevoid]

secret trysts hidden in plain sight

Obi-Wan wasn’t stupid. Nor was he blind.

He was beginning to think you two believed that, though, with how shamelessly blatant your little love affair was becoming.

Obi-Wan had first taken notice of the way Anakin looked at you when you were mere Padawans, constantly orbiting around each other.

At the time, he had chosen to look the other way because he’d felt reluctant to rip away the only friend Anakin had at the Jedi Temple. Not after all the pain his young apprentice had gone through already.

Surely, your Jedi Master was doing the same. For there was frankly no way that he hadn’t yet become aware of the obscure number of times you would excuse yourself during long-standing missions. Secretly, you’d run off to call your lover through a hologram communicator.

And that was exactly what Anakin had been doing. Sadly Obi-Wan doubted that you were being any subtler than his Padawan.

So it wouldn’t have really surprised him to find out you two were sneaking around the temple again—late at night, when you should be resting and gathering strength for the challenges of the next day.

Only you weren’t sleeping at all. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Ani, please—” Oh, how Anakin loved the sound of you pleading.

Smirking against your neck, he paused in his assault on the tender flesh. “What’s the matter, my love?” The raspiness of his smug voice sent a thrill through your body like an electric current. He had only pressed a few sloppy kisses along your throat, and you were already melting into his embrace. Maker, this was all kinds of messed up.

You were painfully aware of just how forbidden this was. I mean, two Jedi Knights being romantically involved? If the Council ever found out about your secret rendezvous with Anakin, there would be hell to pay.

It was just hard to think about any of those consequences with his hands all over your body, caressing you right where you needed him to.

“I want you, Anakin,” you admitted breathily, palming at the front of his robes, like it physically pained you to wait for him to take them off. Your hands lingered there, feeling up the firm muscles beneath the material.

Anakin made it hard to think straight. His presence clouded your judgement, and his touch weakened your resolve.

He didn’t fare any better, though, since the young Jedi had always been a victim of your charms. Any logic was thrown straight out the window when you were part of the equation. He would bleed to protect you, would break all rules to stand by your side, and even sacrifice the supposed glory of being the Chosen One for a future with you.

In the throes of passion, Anakin had repeatedly suggested that you two should run away together, leave the Jedi Order behind, and marry.

To truly be together. Not just in dark corners or behind closed doors.

But you’d laughed it off each time and told him that that was a fantasy you couldn’t ever afford to consider. After all, he was the Chosen One—the only person in the galaxy who could bring balance to the Force.

You weren’t selfish enough to run away with that on your conscience.

But you weren’t altruistic enough to really let him go either.

So secret kisses and meaningful glances across the room it was.

The brush of his lips against your jawline was as light as a feather, but you were already so worked up that this measly excuse of skin contact had your breath hitching. It was barely audible, but your man was quite attentive, especially when it came to you. “So sensitive,” he whispered.

His gloved hand—the one that belonged to his metal arm—ghosted over the exposed skin of your shoulder, before making its way down to your hip. And then, his wandering palm finally reached the part of you that you’d been aching for him to touch. It only took a few seconds for him to slip his fingers underneath the skirt of your robes.

“Ani,” you whined, your eyes falling shut, while Anakin got started with doing what he was best at, which was, of course, pleasing you.

“Shh-shh, I’ve got you. Just let me take care of you, hm?” His voice was so gentle as he spoke into the crown of your head, soothingly, like he wasn’t currently working on adding a second digit into you already.

Well, you certainly didn’t look well-rested the next day.

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