Distraction- Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader “No, more like this [f/n], try and copy my movements. We’ll start slowly, all right?”More Like This
You sighed and straightened, arching your back to give the sore muscles a stretch before dropping back down into the proper position, doing your best to mirror your instructor, holding your training lightsaber close to your body. The instrument hummed with power, pulsing with a soft blue light as you slowly progressed through the footwork for the series you were having difficulty with.
“Good, you’re doing well, keep going,” Obi-Wan Kenobi encouraged, watching your movements with a practised eye. “Now for the leap.”
You nodded, increasing your speed before ducking to the side, slashing out with your lightsaber and rolling to the side, tucking your legs close to your body before pushing off from the floor in a flurry of movement. You sailed upwards, your power aided by the Force as you kicked off the wall
You give me the honey glow like somethin' awful~I watched Wreck It Ralph, and I saw no Fix It Felix x Readers, sadly :,(More Like This
Well, I'm starting a trend.
Your breaths came out in long puffs of mist as you made your way to Likwat's Arcade in the morning fall air. You hadn't been there since you were about seven, now you were twenty. You wanted to get there before the kids did, they were all in school, so it was a win win for you. You made your way around the corner when you saw a withered old lady, sitting in scraps of fabric-that was more thread than anything else-next to a black bag that was completely stuffed. You shrugged it off, figuring she was just a homeless woman looking for money. Digging out a dime from your pocket, you flicked it in her direction, it landed nicely into her lap.
"Oh, no, no, child, as nice as it is, I don't want your money." the woman said.
You turned around and saw that the woman was smiling fondly at you. You smiled back a
Spain X Reader ~My Boyfriend~Antonio kisses you, passionately and untamed as his tongue begins to explore the crevasses of your mouth, and his hands, slyly, oh so sneakily, begin to wander up your shirt, searching. You entangle your fingers in his chocolate brown hair, pulling him towards you and moan, needily, ever-so-needily. You want this, so badly. You need this, as your tongue battles with his, neither willing to succumb to the other.More Like This
His weight, the way he presses up against you in the hallway, it just felt so right, so perfect, you were cursing the days that you had put this off, that you had prolonged what was meant to be and the feeling of bliss, of enlightenment that came with it, and you hold your breath, bated, as he pulls away, if but for a moment, playfully, teasingly nipping your lip.
Those knowing, thoughtful eyes that hadn't been so daring a few minutes ago stare into yours, and he smiles. You realize how gorgeous he is in that moment, as you smile up at him and then he closes the distance again,