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[saintkenobis]

welcome ❣️ i'm shanny, 28, and i write for star wars (obi-wan) and hannibal (will graham). nsfw, 18+

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my fics:

i could sparkle up your eye (obi-wan x reader)

you call the shots, babe (i just wanna be yours) (will graham x reader)

figures in the dark, two heartbeats (obi-wan x reader x ben)

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figures in the dark, two heartbeats / obi-wan kenobi x reader x ben kenobi

18+ / 2k / threesome (mmf), selfcest (of sorts), cunnilingus, vaginal sex

You don't know how you ended up her, and for the moment you don't care. But it is curious: you feel as if you are seeing double. And in a way, you are.

The Force is truly unpredictable.

"Eyes down there," Ben says. Obi-Wan, in his turn, chuckles against the skin of your thigh.

Ben showed up at your door unannounced, and you both stared at him before Obi-Wan reached out first. He had to touch him: himself? His twin? Ben offered no explanation, just his name. The air in the room shifted, as if Coruscant was now spinning on a new axis.

And when he touched you, you felt as if you were, too.

You and Obi-Wan were already way into a relaxing evening, away from missions and Jedi responsibilities, two drinks in and lazily making out on your settee. So it was almost a natural next step for Ben to join you, even though you thought, at first, that Obi-Wan would hesitate. You saw the look in his eyes, the fascination, and saw it mirrored on Ben's face, too. Ben put his hand on Obi-Wan's cheek, and when Obi-Wan turned his head to kiss his palm, he seemed to have sealed his fate.

Now, you lie back on your bed, one leg bent and your foot planted firmly on the mattress, Obi-Wan kissing and nipping your inner thigh, while Ben is fondling your breasts, circling your nipples with his thumbs. Every time you arch into his touch, Obi-Wan's mouth travels a little higher, but he is still too far away from where you really want him. You feel your pussy clench with need that has been building since you stumbled back into your quarters, and at this point, it seems almost cruel of the both of them playing with you like this.

As if he read this thought on your face, Ben leans down and, without warning, sucks one of your nipples between his teeth, and you gasp. He teases you with a few quick swirls of his tongue, and the warmth of him is nearly irresistible. You imagine what it would be like for him to eat you out like this: would he feel differently than Obi-Wan? Better? "Is this what you want?" he asks when he releases you with a wet sound, "my mouth on you? Both of our mouths on you?"

"Yes," you manage, the fantasy continuing: you can see it clear as day, Obi-Wan and Ben tongue fucking you at the same time, or maybe one of them eating your ass, and you would let them, would let them do all sorts of things to you and to each other. With a pang, you imagine something completely different, and you groan just as Obi-Wan's nose finally nudges your clit, just the softest touch, but you are so needy that you grab his hair and pull, hard.

Ben laughs at his yelp, a low chuckle that has Obi-Wan scowling at him before he gives you a look, and you nod and hold your breath as he licks one clean swipe up from your entrance to your clit, his broad tongue applying just the perfect amount of pressure. You moan at the same time as Ben, and when your eyes meet, it's as if he can see right through you.

"What a needy, needy girl," Ben coos, and you try to reply, but Obi-Wan's tongue makes you swallow whatever you think you might have said. Ben's fingers gently trace the contours of your face, your cheekbones, until they reach your mouth. "Open up," he says, and pushes them inside at the same moment as Obi-Wan sucks on your clit hard enough to make you want to bite down. Instead, you hollow your cheeks and let your back arch off the mattress, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you so tightly that you think you might cramp up.

"That's it," Ben says in a rough voice, "suck on my fingers, and if you're good, I'll let you have my cock too."

You can hear Obi-Wan breathe a laugh against you, and it would be ridiculous if he didn't try to cover it up with an open mouthed kiss right above your hole. You groan around Ben's fingers as Obi-Wan licks at you, his movements growing more insistent with each swipe of his tongue. And before you know it, he pulls away only to kiss you more gently, slowly, and it's then you know just what you are in for. Ben stops moving, and you can guess without having to look what his face is doing, the way his mouth must fall open slightly as he watches your reaction to Obi-Wan's tongue narrowing and pushing against your cunt, experimentally at first, but then he stops playing around and slips it inside.

"Fuck," you groan around Ben's slack fingers, and he lets them fall out without ceremony. Obi-Wan's hot tongue fucking you is just enough to drive you to the brink of insanity, and he knows it, knows you know it, and he is making a game out of it. You can feel him grinning against you, but you don't tell him off. You're unsure if you could even if you wanted to. It feels too good for you to try and talk to him, but you need more. So much more.

"Beautiful," Ben mutters above you, and you let out a breathy laugh that quickly turns into a moan as Obi-Wan goes even deeper, and suddenly you feel a tightness building in your core, and your eyes snap open.

"Stop," you force out, and he looks at you before he complies. Seeing him like this, his hair hanging in his face and his pupils so blown that you can barely make out the color of his eyes, is always something, but tonight it feels different. Even more intense, probably because Ben is here. And you hope he never leaves.

Obi-Wan pulls away from you with a wet pop that almost make your eyes roll back in your head. As soon as he does, you feel empty, but knowing him and this kind of mood, you have to bite back a smile.

"What do you want, darling?" he asks, now in a voice like honey. Ben strokes your cheek again, says, "Tell us."

You pretend to think about it, but still answer almost immediately. "Can you get him ready for me?" you say, blinking up at Ben. He exchanges one glance with Obi-Wan, and it's as if an entire conversation takes place between them in that moment. When they both nod, you know that for now, all you have to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.

And enjoy it you do. They aren't perfect mirror images of each other, of course not. But their movements are similar enough to make you gasp, especially when they move in for a kiss at exactly the same angle and meet each other perfectly. Ben's fingers trail down Obi-Wan's neck, then he splays one hand across his chest, dragging his fingertips through the short hairs there, so similar to his own. You allow your own hand to fall between your thighs, and you exhale sharply as you push the heel of your hand against your clit.

"Go on," you manage, and Ben grabs Obi-Wan's cock at the same time as he presses his lips to his neck, making Obi-Wan's entire body arch. The sound he lets out is something you never want to forget, ever. He holds onto Ben as if his life depends on it, and you rock against your hand in time with Ben's strokes, the sounds of skin on skin and heavy breathing filling the entire room.

"Like what you see?" Ben asks, and you nod, too spaced out to speak. "And you?"

Obi-Wan murmurs something you don't catch, but Ben's grin tells you he understood just fine. "Come on then," he says, and you stare as he maneuvers Obi-Wan around until he is lying on the other end of the bed. You just have the presence of mind to thank the Force that there is enough space before Ben leans down and kisses the tip of Obi-Wan's cock, opens his mouth, and nuzzles at the head as if this is what he came here for. And maybe it is, judging by both of their reactions, and yours. There is no way that this was not predestined somehow, that the stars didn't align for it to happen.

You feel your breaths coming quicker and quicker as you watch Ben take Obi-Wan as deep as he can, watch Obi-Wan reaching for his own hair first and then for Ben's, as if he still can't quite believe that this is real. "Please," he forces out, and he sounds so wrecked that you almost pity him. But then you remember what is next, and you pull your hand away from your pussy at the same moment that Ben comes up for air, breathing heavily.

"How was that?"

"Perfect," you and Obi-Wan say at the same time, and Ben laughs as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. You stare at Obi-Wan's cock, red and leaking more precome than you have ever seen him do, and there, for just a second, you feel a pang of jealousy stab through your stomach. It's gone almost as fast as it came, but your face is probably giving something away, because both men turn to you, and then look at each other.

"My sweet girl," Ben whispers. "Don't think we've forgotten you."

Obi-Wan is the first to crawl up the bed towards you, and you spread your legs to give him more room. Ben puts one hand on his waist and noses at his neck again, inhaling his scent. Then he grabs his cock, and Obi-Wan whines.

"Shh," Ben says, giving him one, two, three more tugs. "Let me take care of both of you."

You nearly scream as you watch him guide Obi-Wan, who by now is looking completely spaced out, to your pussy, nudging you with his cock. Ben's fingers graze your clit at the same time, and when he pushes Obi-Wan in, all three of you seem to freeze for a moment. Then Obi-Wan snaps out of it, and he shoves his cock into you himself, the sharp, quick thrust almost painful if it didn't feel so fucking good at the same time.

"That's it, look at that," Ben says, and you just see one of his hands slide down Obi-Wan's back before your head hits the pillow, and then Obi-Wan is caging you in, fucking you hard and fast and just the way you like it. Ben keeps talking, a mix of compliments and dirty talk that has your toes curl and your pussy clench around Obi-Wan, which you know will drive him crazy before long.

"You're both doing so well. I could stay here and watch you forever, that tiny, needy cunt stuffed full with his cock. My cock."

"Fuck," you pant, and Obi-Wan presses even deeper into you, the sound of him inside you obscenely loud in your ears. "Just like that, please, please don't fucking stop." You're babbling, but you don't care. It all feels too good to care. The weight of Obi-Wan on top of you, Ben's words, the smell of sex and sweat and something sweet underneath it all, and your orgasm, building and building until you claw at Obi-Wan's biceps in some kind of warning.

"Are you about to come?" Ben asks, sounding almost nonchalant. "Because as much as I would love to see that, his cock making you come untouched, I think I have a better idea."

You smile lazily, holding your breath as Obi-Wan's hips lose their momentum, and since you have always been good at holding back your pleasure, you stave off your release easily. You and Obi-Wan lie there for a moment, him still deep inside of you, and you have a feeling that all three of you are thinking the exact same thing right now.

When Ben moves behind Obi-Wan, you know you two did. And the look on Obi-Wan's face says he thought it, too.

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you call the shots, babe (i just wanna be yours) (will graham x reader)

18+ / 2k / infidelity & vaginal sex

You've seen him around a few times, in the supermarket or at the gas station, before he talked to you for the first time. It was unavoidable in your little town, but still, you're taken aback for a moment when your classroom door opens and in walks Mr. Graham, Wally's stepdad. Wally never mentioned his name, so the surprise on your face is genuine.

"Hi," you say, and stand up to shake his hand. He hesitates, a slight frown drawing his eyebrows together, but then he reaches out and takes it.

"My wife is out of town," he says by way of explanation, and you nod. She told you as she was asking for permission to take Wally out of school for a week. You both sit down, and he smiles a little ruefully. "I'm sorry, I've never done this before. Am I supposed to ask questions or—"

He lets the sentence hang in the air between you, and you can't help but laugh at his helplessness. "Let me check my notes," you say, then pretend to be confused. "Oh no, I think I must have misplaced them. Well, in that case you should tell me some things about Wally."

You wait for him to reply, but he just looks at you, as if he can see right through you. It's not an entirely unpleasant feeling.

"I'm kidding," you say, to fill the silence. He takes a moment to smile, but as soon as he does, something inside you shifts.

***

The bar is mostly empty when you walk in a few days after the parent-teacher conference, and Martha greets you with more enthusiasm from behind the counter than you're used to. You chat for a moment, her filling you in about her dogs and her latest string of unsuccessful dates.

"Maybe you should try one of those dog owner apps," you say. "I heard they work wonders."

"Honey, don't you give me any advice about men. You look like you just got out of college, and I'm practically an old maid by now."

Suddenly, someone clears their throat a few feet from you. "In her defense, dogs are great judges of people."

You turn to see Mr. Graham sitting down at the other end of the bar, a tumbler of whiskey in front of him. He greets you but doesn't get up. You wait for him to say more, but when he doesn't you walk over to him, ignoring the little burst of butterflies that filled your stomach for a moment there.

"Hi again," you say, trying to make your tone light and unassuming.

He looks softer around the edges in the light of the bar, and the sweater he's wearing matches his eyes, makes them look a deeper shade of blue than before, in the classroom. And his hair seems different; tonight, you can just make out a slim white line peeking out from underneath it on his forehead. A scar, you guess.

You get to talking, hesitantly at first, but after a while he lights up a little, and when you make him laugh for the first time, you feel warmth curl inside your belly. His attention is on you, body turned in your direction, but you still feel as if mentally, he goes somewhere else for a few seconds at a time. As if part of him is thinking ahead, or maybe back.

You look at his hand, at the wedding ring gleaming on his finger, then away.

***

"Fuck!" you shout three hours later, as you're both leaving the bar and you see your last bus of the night round the corner, its taillights blinking merrily in the night. Behind you, you hear Will laugh softly. He told you early to ditch the 'Mr. Graham', so you did.

"Sorry," he says when you turn around and glare at him, or try to. Then he cocks his head. "Is it far to your place?"

"Ten minutes by bus, but on foot? And in this weather?" You look up at the sky, grey clouds obscuring the stars. It's late November, and you shiver in your thin coat.

He seems to weigh his next words very carefully. "I can drop you off, if you want. We just have to walk back to my house."

My house. Not ours.

You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. You barely know him. His son is your student. Stepson, you remind yourself immediately. A stepson who is currently in Iowa visiting family with his mom.

"Thank you," is all you say, and you swallow at the gleam that comes into his eyes at your response.

***

The house is cozy, there is no other word for it. A few lone embers are still smouldering in the fireplace, and there is a warm smell in the air, woodsy and comforting. You feel his eyes on you as you look around, and when you turn to him again, he's not smiling. His eyes are intense, fixing you in place, so you don't budge when he comes closer. Instead, you shift until you feel the dining table beneath your palms when you reach back, lean against it as he steps into your space.

"Do you need to be home by a certain time?" he asks, voice low. You can't help but stare at his lips as he speaks.

"No," you whisper, tearing your eyes away. "I live alone. No roommates, no pets, no—fuck," you gasp, because before you know it, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you flush against him, and then he is mouthing at your neck, his beard scraping against the sensitive skin making you shiver violently.

You cling to the front of his sweater, digging your fingers into the soft material and just holding on while he moves higher, nuzzles at your jaw before he cups your face in both hands and kisses you, full on the lips. The hunger with which you meet him surprises even yourself, and you groan into his mouth as he sucks on your tongue with a low sound deep in his throat. He tastes like whiskey and smells as if he uses an overpriced cologne, dark and rich in its layers of scent.

When he pushes one thigh in between your legs, you let it happen, and gladly give him a little space before you grind down, squeezing the muscles together until you see stars for a second. You briefly congratulate your past self for putting on a skirt and tights, because Will doesn't hesitate. As soon as you start moving, he breaks the kiss, panting heavily against your cheek before he licks across your skin and whispers in your ear, "Go on. Show me how desperate you can get just from this."

And when you do, he gently bites down on your earlobe, pulls it with his teeth every time you shudder and cling a little more to him. You can feel your panties getting soaked but you don't stop, not even when you look down and see a dark stain on his trousers. Instead, you moan, and when he follows your eyes he lets out a breathy laugh, and finally, finally stops you with his hands on your hips again.

"Good girl," he cooes as he pushes you down onto the table. "Getting yourself so wet for me. You wanted this as soon as we met in the bar, didn't you?"

"Yes," you force out, and close your eyes when he reaches forward to cup one of your breasts. He fondles you gently, sparks flying down your spine with every move he makes. He's standing in between your legs, pressing his crotch against you, and you grin when you feel how hard he is. "But so did you."

"I did," he says, and begins to unbutton your blouse. You mewl when his cold hands touch your belly, and you don't know if you want to grab them and suck at his fingers or push them up towards your tits again. As if he can read your mind, he caresses the side of your face before he leans down and kisses the space between your breasts, sucking a wet mark into the skin there until you are squirming underneath him.

"Please," you manage, and feel him smile against you.

"Please what?"

You let your head fall back when he nips at the top of your breasts, lightly pulls the fabric of your bra aside with his teeth.

"Please fuck me, please, I—ah," you breathe, because he chooses this moment to push against your cunt again. He straightens up with a smile, holding you in place while he presses even closer.

"That's it," he says, and you both reach out at the same time, him pulling your tights down your legs while you bunch your skirt up and hook your ankles behind his thighs. You watch with hooded eyes as he slowly unbuckles his belt, takes his time with his pants and underwear.

"God," you say and laugh, because of course his cock is perfect, thick and pink and leaking. You'd love nothing more than to tell him to let you suck him off; some other time, maybe.

"Relax," he murmurs and rubs the tip against your folds, over your clit, and you obey, or try to.

"Fucking hell, just like that, please, please," you babble, because this is already damn near perfect, his length sliding along your pussy and getting you both even wetter until you clench around nothing, and he must see the desperation in your face because he grabs his cock and pushes inside you, just the head, but you take it like your life depends on it.

"That's it darling," he says again, "how does that feel?"

"So fucking good," you say, voice low, because it does, the pressure minimal but delectable, heat already pooling deep in your core. You try to push closer towards him, but he stops you with one hand on your stomach, and does it all himself, opening you up inch by inch, until you think you might cry with pleasure; and one single tear does escape as soon as he is buried inside of you, and he leans down to kiss your cheek, so softly you barely feel it.

"Will," you moan out, and he understands. He fucks you as if you did this all the time, perfect from the start, his slow, controlled movements making your legs shake almost embarrassingly fast, but you don't care. One of his hands is cupping the back of your neck, holding you in place for him to kiss you, the press of his body against yours only adding to the friction between you. You feel him everywhere, but it's still not enough.

"Can you come just from this?" he asks between kisses, "or do you want me to play with you a little?"

The noise you make at this should open up a hole in the floor for you to sink into, but he laughs and says, "I know, sweetheart. I know." His other hand slides down your body until his thumb grazes over your clit, again and again and again, and you have to screw your eyes shut and bite your tongue to keep yourself from coming already. This can't end just yet.

But Will seems to have other plans. Sucking a mark into the skin just above your pulse, he fingers your cunt where it's stretched around him, and you cry out, your orgasm so sudden that it leaves you breathless, thrashing underneath him while he coaxes you through it, pressing as deep inside you as he can.

"Oh fuck, Will, god, please don't fucking stop, please," you force out, clenching down on him so hard it's almost painful. He bites down on your throat as he follows you over the edge, then murmurs something you don't catch as he empties himself inside you, and you smile through the fog that's beginning to settle over you.

Before he can pull out, you slide your fingers into his hair and kiss his temple, relishing in the way his breath hitches when you tighten your grip for a second.

"Thank you," you whisper in a hoarse voice you barely recognize as your own. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

He nips at your collarbone, kisses the spot he just bit, and says, with a smile you can actually feel on your skin, "Don't thank me yet. We're just getting started, darling."

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