Pope Cody with number 10. We can always just stay home and I fuck your brains out, with reader
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You were standing in front of your closet, trying to figure out what to wear. Your partner, Andrew, was sitting on the bed while you played fashion show.
“I’m torn between these three tops,” you say, gesturing to where you had them hung up.
“Whatever you pick, you’ll look amazing in,” he answers. You can tell he’s trying not to be impatient, but you’ve been at it for thirty minutes already. At least you settled on a pair of black jeans for your bottoms.
“C’mon, you have to have an opinion babe.”
“Y’know, we could also just stay home and I fuck your brains out.” You turn to him, and see a smirk dance across his face. Andrew was so shy about his wants and needs when you two first started dating and now when you were alone? He can have a filthy mouth that you love.
“Is that so? I think I like that idea,” you say as you walk over to him. “The bar will be there another night.” You straddle him, and push his shirt off. He pulls you in for a kiss, hands threading through your hair. You can feel him growing hard under you, and you roll your hips to give you both some friction.
“So needy for me already,” he says as he unclasps your bra.
“Always. Especially when you promise to fuck my brains out.” He smiles and flips you over onto your back. His hands make quick work of your jeans and underwear, leaving you bare for him.
“Andrew, please. I need you,” you moan. He lowers himself so he can kiss you, his left hand snaking between you so he can feel how wet you are.
“Fuck babe, you just needed me to take care of you, didn’t you?” You nod, hands going to his jeans to undo the button and zipper. He kicks them and his boxers off and climbs back on top of you. Lining himself up with you, he sinks into you slowly.
“Fuck Andrew, you feel so fucking good inside me.”
“Yeah? Pussy is so hungry for my cock, so wet and needy for me.” He rolls his hips, slowly knowing how it teases you.
“Please, harder,” you beg and he obliges. Snapping his hips Andrew sets a relentless pace. His thumb finds your clit and you pull him in for a kiss. You lock your ankles around his back, hungry for all that he’s giving you. The new angle allows him to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You come around him, clenching as you do. The feeling of your orgasm sends him over the edge, and you feel him release inside you.
Andrew collapses on top of you, kissing you gently as he softens inside you.
“Better than the bar, right?” He asks. You can only nod and run your fingers through his curls.
It's a beat before Robby feels Jack's hand on his cheek, lifting his head up and over so they're looking at each other. He doesn't let go as he says, "I'm serious. This is amazing. Take the fucking compliment." He keeps their gaze locked, Robby afraid to look away. There's that softness again, but more, an intensity, like he needs Robby to listen to him.
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Also yea our rummage sale always does so well because you know everyone wants to buy second hand now with how expensive everything is.
Thank you!! I'm really excited, I've been involved in my temple community for a while and this is a cool next step.
OOF I feel that. It also sounds like a great way to connect with people and share in the delight of discovery. Eee this sounds so fun, now i wanna do something similar with my temple. I shall absolutely suggest it at our next meeting
Summary: You and Obi-Wan stand on the edge of something more than friendship. With Anakin in your ear and a special gift from Obi-Wan, will you finally admit your feelings?
Warnings: Typical slow burn angst
Rating: Everyone
Word Count: 2,837 words
Note: I took some liberties and I’m not an expert in Star Wars so apologies in advance if any terminology or anything is incorrect.
For: my dear friend @commander-writergirl’s #800CelebrationChallenge / I chose the song prompt I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) from Hercules
A soft knock on your door stirred you out of the book you had been reading. The climatic scene was unfolding between two classical lovers who were finally professing their undying love for one another. If you couldn’t live out your desires, you could at least read about them.
“Come in!” you announced as you shut the book and shifted in your chair. You knew it could only be a handful of people at this time, even less being so polite as to knock (looking at you, Anakin Skywalker).
You didn’t try to contain the joy on your face when Obi-Wan stepped through the door. You quickly stood and rushed to embrace him. Something you only felt certain enough to do after long or dangerous missions and in private places.
Obi-Wan chuckled underneath your touch as he wrapped one arm around your waist, the sound coming from deep within his chest.
“Careful, my dear.” He murmured in his low comforting voice against your hair.
You pulled back, letting your hand rest on his arm as you examined his face.
“Are you hurt?”
This brought another sparkling laugh from Obi-Wan.
“No, no. I’m perfectly fine.” He explained with a wry smile, “I just didn’t want you to crush your present.”
Your face lit up at the mention of a present and a slight blush rose up your cheeks.
Obi-Wan smiled at you as he moved the arm that was behind his back and held a small potted plant in front of him. It was a trio of small, delicate white flowers adorned with smatterings of blue and purple.
“It’s beautiful!” You whispered in adoration and genuine surprise. You had never seen a flower like it. And it of course meant that much more coming from your favorite Jedi.
Had you not been so enamored by the floral gift, you would have flinched at the electricity that ran through you as your fingers brushed against Obi-Wan’s as you accepted the present.
“Do you like it?” Obi-Wan mused. You looked up at his affectionate eyes that had been examining your reaction and giggled.
“Of course I do!” You admonished, but it was without malice as you truly loved the easy teasing between you two.
Obi-Wan moved to stroke his beard as he nodded, trying to maintain a semblance of control over his facial expressions and busy his hands that yearned to reach out and touch you.
He cleared his throat, trying to rid his head of distracting thoughts.
“It’s a unique thing. It’s called an Evening Primrose. It opens up during the nighttime then shuts when the sun rises.”
You examined the flower curiously, turning it in your hands. You had never heard of such a thing. You wondered for a moment if it had medicinal uses.
“To be quite honest, when I saw it, I couldn’t help but think of you, my little night owl.”
Your head shot up and you were certainly blushing at the nickname. Obi-Wan had never called you anything like that before, and certainly never looked at you with such tenderness either.
You tore your eyes away, looking down to the flower below. And in a desperate attempt to maintain the light atmosphere, rather than delve into anything that could be perilous, you returned once more to light hearted banter.
“Not everyone can be as early a riser like you, Obi-Wan.” Your lips curled into a content, albeit secretly saddened smile and his soon matched yours at the surface.
“But then who would bring you breakfast when you sleep in?” Obi joked back and you had to laugh at that, the tension easing from your body.
“I would say Anakin but I know he struggles as much as I do most days.”
Obi-Wan sighed at that and once again brought his hand to his chin.
“Yes, he’s become much less strict about his morning meditation since he’s become a Knight.”
“It’s not the worst thing in the world.” You chided. “You should try it sometime, you might like it.”
The unintentional double meaning behind your words made Obi’s smile turn upside down for a fraction of a second, it would not have been noticeable if you weren’t so close to him or had known him for so long.
The room became silent for a moment as you struggled with what you should say and Obi-Wan seemed to do the same.
You met his eyes hesitantly and lifted the potted primrose up.
“Thank you for the gift, Obi. It was very thoughtful of you.”
He smiled, that soft, melancholic smile that never reached his eyes that appeared often during moments like this.
“Of course.”, he said quietly, his voice low and weak.
Fearing nothing was left to say than things neither of you were ready to speak aloud, he nodded.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
He reached his hand out to rest on your shoulder and smiled more genuinely and lightly this time. The familiar sparkle of lighthearted teasing covering the misery brewing within them.
“I’ll need to get my rest if I’m to wake up before you. Though I suppose it won’t be too hard.”
He tauntingly grinned at you and you rolled your eyes, trying to focus on anything but his light touch and the unspoken words and emotions that desperately tried to surface around you.
“Goodnight, Obi-Wan.”
Obi-Wan nodded with a gentlemanly smile and bowed before he turned on his feet and exited your room.
In the quiet air, your fingers caressed the smooth terra-cotta underneath them as you brought the flower up to your nose to take in its sweet aroma.
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The soft chimes of your alarm stirred you from your slumber. It had been peaceful and calm night of rest, taking away your worries and repeating thoughts and replacing them with lovers dreams.
You shifted onto your side, admiring the now closed flowers. They were a beautiful sight to behold, even now, and one you could get used to seeing each time you opened your eyes.
Your heart pained at how you would much rather see a different view each morning, a pair of light blue eyes, but you fervently pushed the image away.
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Today had been a slow day in the medical bay, the hours crept on like thick mud. Thankfully, the evening and end of your shift were finally arriving as you thrummed your fingers on the table beside you. You had finished your rounds on the longer term patients and just finished typing up your last report on your datapad.
You heard one of your coworkers call your name. They didn’t sound panicked, moreso tired and annoyed so you didn’t worry but walked their way nonetheless.
When you reach the front of the wing, you saw Anakin standing with a mischievous smile alongside your much less energized coworker.
A slight tinge of pity hit you, Denoto, the veteran medical assistant had been there for nearly 12 hours today. You glanced at your watch to check the time. There were only a few minutes left in your shifts and the new wave had already arrived.
“You can go, Denoto,” you notified him with a smile that hopefully had seemed compassionate. You two didn’t much get along and you knew he envied your position as Head Medic.
The man gave a curt nod in response and walked past Anakin without a second look.
You rolled your eyes at the grumpy old man with Anakin and turned around.
“Come on,” you waved him back and heard him quickly follow, his boots sharp on the hardened floor.
Anakin cleared his throat as he caught up to walk in line with you.
“I got a bit scratched up on our mission. I think it’s fine...” his voice lowered as he leaned in with a sly smile, “but Padme insisted you check it.”
You smiled back, “She’s typically right. Let me see.” You had reached your destination and patted the bed beside you for him to hop up on.
He lifted his sleeve to reveal a minor wound on his shoulder. It was nothing to be worried about, but it could use some cleaning as it looked like it hadn’t been cleaned properly.
It wouldn’t surprise you, Anakin was reckless and once countered your reprimands with the claim that if he tended to his own wounds, you wouldn’t get to see him as often.
You settled into the familiar process and Anakin leaned back and closed his eyes. You didn’t mind, the silence was comfortable due to your strong friendship.
“So,” his voice broke the silence, mischief apparent in the one word alone.
You looked up to see him looking at you with those interrogating eyes and you turned around to pull out a bacta pad from the drawer behind you. You had a feeling you knew what he wanted to talk about.
“Did Obi-Wan give you your gift?” His voice was playful and teasing, like only a best friend’s could.
You blushed as you turned back around, even though you willed your face and emotions to stay neutral and didn’t meet his eyes, though you could feel them practically burning a hole in you.
He chuckled, “I take that as a yes.”
Your eyes flitted to his momentarily then back at the wound. You knew Anakin wouldn’t leave well enough alone so you gave in with a sigh.
“Yes he did. I assume you had a role in it?”
You poked him with your finger, outside his wound but he still flinched as it tickled him slightly, a satisfied smile blossoming on your lips.
His signature troublemaker smile came back slowly, like he was relishing in the moment.
“Actually, no. The first I knew of it was when we were boarding the ship back.”
You blushed at that. It was harder to dismiss the gift as simply your friend’s meddling if he had no part in it.
You silently took off your gloves, standing to dispose of them in the bin, and patted Anakin’s covered shoulder. You didn’t want to think too much about it. And certainly didn’t want to hear any more of Anakin’s thoughts on the matter.
“Just a small infection.” You were pleased with the neutrality of your voice.
“Come back tomorrow to get fresh gauze. But otherwise, no one needs to worry about you.” Your voice and eyes softened as you finished.
He smiled gratefully, thankful for your abilities and confidence.
“Thank you.”
Anakin took your hand and looked seriously at you a moment before speaking in a hushed tone.
“Obi-Wan cares about you, you know.”
“Of course he does,” you sighed as you softly pulled your hand away and fidgeted with the roll of gauze you were packing away. “But no more than he cares about you or Ashoka. He probably is only kind because I tend to his injuries and don’t get all starry eyed around him or the other Jedi.”
“But...” he interjected.
“He’s a friend, Anakin. Nothing more.” Your voice grew stronger, more stubborn.
“Not like you...” you lowered your voice before your continued. “... and Padme.”
Anakin shook his head in exasperation and scoffed quietly.
“Whatever you say, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
His playful smile returned and you knew there were no hard feelings between you two.
“You better!” You chastised as you playfully swatted him.
A laugh is shared between you two before Anakin bows out and you’re left with your own spiraling thoughts, trying to decipher the meaning of Obi-Wan’s gift.
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You had tried to sleep, a bit earlier than usual but you couldn’t stop admiring the primrose on the windowsill. One of your perks of your role as head medic was that you had a corner room that was tucked away down a long hall and had a small window.
The flowers nearly glowed in the soft moonlight, and you couldn’t help but be taken with the beautiful, unique flowers. But also, more truly, what they represented.
A gift from Obi-Wan.
It wasn’t the first but certainly the most thoughtful, more-so now that you knew he brought it to you without any heavy-handed suggestion from Anakin.
You had to admit you were a bit disappointed that you hadn’t seen him today. You cursed yourself for the silly notion. You had just seen him yesterday. Although, it had been brief, and you wanted to hear more about his mission.
Yes, that was why you were disappointed. You wanted to hear about the mission. You laughed bitterly at the lie you were telling yourself and pictured Anakin calling you out on it if he was here.
A bit frustrated and knowing sleep wouldn’t come to you just yet, you sighed and swung your legs over the side of the bed. You stared at the flower a few minutes more before you decided to stretch your legs.
You didn’t know much about how to care for the flower but you thought the soil could give you a clue. Shuffling over to the pot, you determined it was watered enough. But the shine of the flower entranced you once more and you allowed yourself to daydream for just a moment.
You imagined planting it in the small garden in your backyard. You would tend to it and the other flowers and plants while Obi-Wan sat by the small pond meditating or reading.
You two would share lunches outside in the garden when the weather permitted and there would be a bench upon which you both could sit. And as the moon rose and the primrose bloomed, you would admire the stars, Obi pointing out which planets were which and telling you stories about the ones he had visited.
You blinked, the yearning pain in your heart bringing you back to reality. You felt incredibly foolish. Not only because Obi-Wan would never leave the Order for you but also because you knew that dreams that felt so good when they start out would eventually twist into nightmares and you would end up crying your heart out once more.
You had thought about sharing that ideal life with another a long time ago, when you had just finished your training and were stationed at a small hospital. He had been a kind man, another medic who had been on a different team but would always come around for talk whenever your schedules allowed. He was in a terrible accident one day and you stayed by his side through it all.
You scoffed internally as anger bubbled inside you, if there was a prize for rotten judgment, you would’ve won it. He played you like a fool. Once he was healed and regained his life, he left you, cold and alone for another.
You swore off love for a long time, determined that no man was worth the aggravation, the heartache, or time.
But then you became a medic here. And you met Obi-Wan. How twisted of fate to make you open your heart again for someone who could never truly be yours.
Who do you think you’re kidding? He’s the earth and heaven to you. No matter how hard you tried keep it hidden or conceal it, it was plain as day, you were in love. Anakin assured you as much. And mind reading or not, you were certain Obi-Wan himself knew.
You sighed, you hated acknowledging the truth of your feelings, and that... you loved him. But you would never speak it aloud. Not even in the confines of your room, alone and hidden in the darkness.
Plus, you thought your heart had learned its lesson. Your head was screaming for you to get a grip, reminding you of how you had cried your heart out for weeks over failed love before.
This back and forth was so tiring. You should just face it like a grown woman. Tell Obi-Wan your feelings and then leave if, no when, he says it can’t be.
No chance or way you’re doing that. Throwing out your career and friendships. You won’t say it. You can’t say it.
But your heart tempted you with images about how things could end up if you gave up and gave into your feelings. You stopped yourself as much as it hurt, that scene won’t play.
You imagined if Anakin and Padme were here now as your heart and mind fight amongst themselves.
They would say you’re in love, you’d tell them they’re way off base and try to get them off your case, but in turn they’d just tell you you don’t need to be proud, that it’s okay you’re in love. You smiled at the antics you were sure would happen.
A strong wave of sleep washed over you as you made your way back to your bed. You happily gave in as you laid your blanket atop your body, hoping to at least live out your fantasy in your dreams.
As you drifted to sleep, you promised yourself something.
Jim and Bones are on shore leave and they’re spending their time with Joanna because Bones hasn’t seen her in ages and he’s desperate for some bonding time; she’s growing up so fast. She’s in school and one of her school clubs is hosting a bake sale, so Leonard has offered to bake some of Grandma McCoy’s famous snickerdoodles. He’s hard at work baking when Jim ambushes him in the kitchen. They’re alone in the house while Jo’s at school and they can’t resist the opportunity to get their hands on each other. They have sex on every conceivable surface in the kitchen (except the stove - the stove top’s too hot from all the baking and Leonard’s not enticed by the idea of having to bandage Jim’s backside afterward). In the heat of it all, containers get knocked over and flung every which way. There’s flour all over the counter, butter in the sink, and sugar on the floor.
As the two of them slump over one of the counters, panting and completely spent, Jim turns his head, leveling his eyes on the empty cinnamon container where it’s been knocked over, spilling its contents over the edge of the counter, dusting the floor beneath it. He starts to chuckle. Leonard runs a hand over his back, asking what’s so funny.
“We’re out of cinnamon.”
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poe dameron will try anything that fuckin slut. but his favorite thing is you topping him and getting pegged. with enough lube he’s done within minutes.
dont ask me why i take poe for a pegging kind of dude, i just do.
How about 20 with Robby or Jack (or both if you can squeeze it LOL).
Hi Sammi! Happy to oblige with Rabbot because they are my heart @commander-writergirl
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“I can't believe you kissed me like that” ft. Rabbot x reader
You felt the buzz of the alcohol hit, a sign you should probably cut yourself off. You liked the buzz but never wanted to be fully drunk unless you were home safe with your roommates. As a new attending at PMTC, you were crashing in the spare bedroom of two other attendings, Robby and Jack. They had a three bedroom apartment, but you were one of the few who knew they shared one room, kept one for show, and one as a guest room. Knowing they were together didn’t stop you from crushing on them, bad. And if you weren’t mistaken they liked looking at you.
Speaking of the two, you noticed them both walking up to you. You moved over in the booth you had claimed so there was space next to you. Robby sat across from you, while Jack sat down next to you.
“Hey there pretty girl,” Robby said, “you seem like you’re done for the night. Want to head back home?” You giggled at the thought of calling it home.
“With you two handsome fellas? Of course.” Both men laughed and Robby blushed a bit.
“Oh yeah. She’s done. She’d never say that sober.” Robby shook his head at Jack’s words.
“Or do this,” you said as you leaned in and kissed Jack. He opened his mouth in shock and you snuck a tongue in his mouth. You may have been more tipsy than you thought, but you felt him kiss you back.
“I can't believe you kissed me like that,” Jack whispered.
“I can’t believe she just kissed you like that!” Robby said. You giggled to yourself.
“Okay, let’s get you home.” Jack slid out of the booth and Robby did the same. When Jack seemed a little too dazed to help you out, Robby leaned over to assist. You brought your lips up to his, kissing him the same way you did Jack. Robby turned even redder and Jack just stared at you.
“There. Now you two are even,” you said as you slid out of the booth. Supported by Robby you followed Jack out the door.
“We’re definitely going to need to have a talk once you sober up,” Robby said as he helped you into Jack’s truck.
“I’m sober enough to know I wanted to do that for a long time. And unless I misread you two, you both wanted it for a bit also. Tell me I’m wrong and that’ll be the end of it.” Jack looked at Robby, having a silent conversation with him.
