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giving you a small snippet of my obikin christmas fic for the first week of december! think of it as a door of your advent calendar :D

“Watch out, his guard dog will bite you,” Quinlan grins, downing the rest of his mulled wine in one go. Anakin makes a mental note to cut him off the alcohol just to spite him. Ahsoka only waves him off though. “Anakin is all bark and no bite,” she says. “I swear I saw him bite someone in a bar fight once,” Rex contradicts her, and yeah, that sounds vaguely familiar to Anakin. He also does bite Obi-Wan sometimes, but that’s another piece of information that he keeps to himself. “And he can throw punches,” Cody agrees. “I’ll punch you if you call me a guard dog again,” Anakin says, halfway meaning it.

You didn’t expect things to get so heavy so quickly, but it’s hard to complain when you’re pressed so snugly against his side with your shirt off, one of his hands hooked under your ass.

He grins when he pulls away from your mouth to unbutton your jeans, slipping them down just a little.

“Matching set, huh?” He’s all too smug, his smile almost predatory when he gazes down at you. Too confident, too easy for him, and it feels a little like he’s laughing at you, embarrassment making your tongue a little sharp.

“I’m always matching, you’re not that special,” you wish it sounds more convincing, but you’re a little breathless from his kisses and his touches, already stretching to taste his mouth again.

He pulls away a little bit at that, his smile faltering for just a moment as he gazes down at you curiously.

“That was rude,” he tuts after a moment, keeping his mouth just out of reach of yours as he turns for his drink, taking a long sip of that whiskey you couldn’t dream of affording.

You immediately feel guilty, but before you can apologize, his fingers are gripping your cheeks, holding your mouth open for him to press his thumb against your tongue, his eyes sharp as he watches yours flutter shut.

“So pliant for someone so mean,” he laughs softly, and your cheeks redden, his thumb dragging over your bottom lip as he finally closes in again, breath warm over your mouth when he speaks.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Francis Crozier/Thomas Jopson, Edward Little/John Irving/Henry T. D. Le Vesconte, John Irving/Thomas Jopson, Thomas Jopson/Henry T. D. Le Vesconte, Graham Gore/Thomas Jopson Characters: Thomas Jopson, Henry T. D. Le Vesconte, Francis Crozier, John Irving (1815-c.1848), Edward Little (1811-c.1848), Graham Gore Additional Tags: During Canon, Clothed Sex, Erectile Dysfunction, Sexual Fantasy, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Orgasm Denial, Blow Jobs, Dom/sub, Power Imbalance, feigned noncon Series: Part 4 of (Our) time is running out Summary:

He talks. He talks about Le Vesconte’s thighs and Gore’s hands, about Irving and Little biting their lips, hair and uniforms in disarray; about him, the captain, sitting at the head of the table and watching every act.

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tagged by @rewritetheending for wip wednesday and finally have time to share more from the trinity-centric fic i'm working my way through after having thoroughly been bitten by the pitt bug. more from this one i shared a peek into 2 weeks ago now

Her little half-remembered road rage story does its job of distracting Mel, but when she looks up again, the tell-tale figure of Langdon himself is being greeted by Perlah. Or rather, Langdon is ambushed by Princess’s friendly but firm grip on his bicep- with Perlah pointing a mock-serious finger in his face. Trinity tracks his slow progress towards where they’re sitting at the hub, prepared to alert Mel to his presence. “You know, if you run into a situation like that again, you can inconvenience the jerk right back by sticking a pen in the open tire valves- …screwing on each cap once you’ve listened to enough air whistle out of each one.” Trinity was about to ease into whispering to Mel about the source of all her anxiety for the month creeping up over her shoulder, when her brain catches up to what’s coming out of Mel’s mouth. She finds herself focused instead on levering her jaw off the sticky keyboard of the computer she’s sitting at. “You- you want me to do a civil version of the ‘pop and slash’?” Mel blinks rapidly and seemingly recalibrates, “No! Well, sure? If you want to put it that way, but it’s not- It’s not slashing at all! The tires are mostly fine. The owner of the car just needs to realize they have to stop by an air pump at the nearest gas stat- oh hey Doctor Langdon!” It would be kind to say Mel greets Langdon brightly. It’s more like an aborted flinch forward and restrained squeak, but she handled it pretty well. Trinity goes for as neutral a half smile as she can muster. Langdon does an equally weird impersonal nod back at her right ear, eyes never quite making its way to her gaze before turning his full attention to Mel.  “Not unlike doing an emergency trach with a pen on someone when they can’t reach the hospital,” he says by way of greeting Mel with a warm grin. Trinity would tease Mel later about that if she wasn’t so busy subtly snatching the pen Mel was about to throw over her shoulder as she gesticulates in agreement.

Pairing his cock stuffed so effortlessly into that slutty mouth, with Grian’s eyes brimmed with tears staring up at him, Scar could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer.

In the cactus ring, Grian and Scar finally come together.

Happy birthday, @target--practice! I hope you enjoy :)

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Yuna Hollander, David Hollander Additional Tags: Trans Shane Hollander, cryptic pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Family Feels, flangst, Fluff and Angst, Parent Shane Hollander, Parent Ilya Rozanov, they have the world's cutest baby and she is a surprise, Protect trans kids Summary:

Jane [1 image]

The photo was of a brand fucking new baby who was still scrunched up from being inside the womb. The baby was small, red faced, with dark blonde hair and watery bluish eyes. She was pretty cute though. Ilya wasn’t sure why Shane was sending him a photo of a random newborn. Was it a teammate’s kid?

Lily Cute! Whose baby is that?

Jane She’s ours

Lily What?

Jane I had a baby an hour ago

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