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tessxblxckthorn · 2 days ago
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OBI-WAN KENOBI
“Do I look like your Daddy??” but also: do you hear me sobbing?????
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skywlkrhoney · 17 hours ago
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bless me tonight, Father
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I want to kneel before him and confess my sins
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meshla-cyarika · 1 year ago
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Instantly thought this during this scene 💀
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[Anakin and Y/N are sitting on a bench]
Obi-Wan: What's wrong, why do you both look so sad?
Anakin: Sit down with us so we can tell you.
Obi-Wan: *sits down*
Y/N: The bench is freshly painted.
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chiaravnik · 4 months ago
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i need to be his controversially young girlfriend
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deakyjoe · 10 months ago
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Absolution
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Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader (afab, fem)
Category: smut, sex pollen
Summary: Obi-Wan really should have let his curiosity go and avoided that flower.
Warnings: 18+, smut (!!), sex pollen, slight dubcon (because of sex pollen but all consensual), unprotected p in v sex, master kink, slight sub!obi-wan, slight dom!reader, reader talks obi-wan through it basically, suggestions of inappropriate use of a lightsaber, virgin!obi-wan, religious guilt, hints of reader’s past feelings, reader kind of ignores some Jedi rules, kissing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, a lot of talks of fluids I feel, slight angst I guess, let me know if I missed anything!
Word count: 4.9k
A/N: Happy May the Fourth! Happy Star Wars Day! Wrote an Obi-Wan fic last year so thought I’d keep up the tradition this year as well. It’s not the best thing I’ve ever written, certainly not the best smut, but I did end up rushing it a little to get it posted today so… sorry! This is for @lightwxlker who I told about this over lunch at uni <3 (feel free to read but please never look me in the eye again if you do). Can’t wait to see you later to see The Phantom Menace!!
Consider buying me a coffee :)
Absolution:
(Noun)
Formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment.
Declaration that a person’s sins have been forgiven.
It felt like you'd been trekking through the dense forest for days. Really, it had only been a few hours. But with no end in sight, and Obi-Wan's continuous promise of almost there, you were convinced that the two of you had been lost for about a week.
The Jedi had told you that you were in search of a hidden community that had answers to some questions that the Council had about... something. You didn't know. You rarely paid attention when Obi-Wan explained these things. As much as you respected him, these briefings started to sound the same after a while. It was the thing he reprimanded you for most often.
"Can we-" You wheezed. "Can we stop for just a minute?"
"Soon." He called over his shoulder simply, pushing aside a leafy branch for the both of you to pass through.
You considered pushing him over, tripping him up maybe, and even just stabbing him with your lightsaber. Just to have a break for a moment. It was unclear how he managed to walk through dense forest for hours on end without even a hint of fatigue peeking through. You envied him for it.
Luckily, your prayers were answered when a clearing appeared. It was small, sheltered by the canopy of trees above you, but it was a good place to stop. You didn't even have to say the word, Obi-Wan already knew what you wanted.
"Fine, rest here for a moment." He sighed, pointing at a rock.
You collapsed quickly, thankful for the brief reprieve, and watched as the Jedi made a slow circle around the clearing. He was inspecting every little thing there was to see. If there was one thing you had in common with the man, it was your curiosity and thirst for knowledge.
"Rather fascinating." He mumbled to himself, ignoring the burning of your stare on his back as he moved, poking at a fungus of some kind with the tip of his finger.
"Be careful. It might be poisonous." You warned, stretching out your legs in front of you.
"I know my living organisms." He replied steadily, pulling up and moving on to the next one.
It was a flower. Rather large, with pinkish petals and an indigo centre extending on from a bright green stem. It looked vaguely familiar to you. You racked your brain, thinking about the botany books you'd spent your spare time reading when Obi-Wan had insisted that you should know more about the planets you were constantly visiting.
Nothing was coming to you. Maybe you hadn't seen it in one of those books. Your head tilted as you watched the Jedi stroke gently at the petals with the backs of his fingers, mumbling about how it felt soft, and something came back to you when the flower seemed to move of its own accord.
"Get back." You shot up from the rock you were previously sitting on and took a quick step towards him.
"It's fine." He insisted, not looking at you - too entranced by the flower as he continued to caress the petals. He didn't know this one. He found it intriguing.
You remembered where you'd seen the flower before. A book hidden deep in the archives, where you ventured when you knew no one was looking, part of a collection of things that the Jedi were not supposed to have interest in.
Your pace picked up as the flower curled in on itself, the fleeting look of disappoint clear on Obi-Wan's face, reaching for his shoulder to wrench him back.
"No! Obi-Wan, stop!"
But it was too late.
As you made contact with his robes to pull him away, the flower blossomed open. A bright cloud of purple pollen burst out and coated the two of you, settling itself over your skin and infiltrating your lungs, and therefore your blood stream, as you breathed it in.
You coughed, scrubbing at yourself to try and get it off. But you knew you were past that.
The Jedi turned to you, surprised to see the panic in your eyes. "It's just flower pollen, nothing a little water won't wash away."
Your voice was shaky as you spoke. "What have you done?"
He frowned and glanced back at the plant. It wasn't one he recognised, granted, but he also hadn't been warned of anything dangerous in this area. So he really wasn't concerned. "I don't understand. What's wrong?"
"It's a flos venerem." You whispered. "We need to find shelter."
As you turned around in a slow circle, trying to decide which way you were more likely to find somewhere to figure everything out, Obi-Wan watched you with a curious gaze.
"And what is a flos venerem?"
You scoffed over your shoulder at him. "Do you ever read?"
You knew it was an unfair question considering the place you'd read about the flower wasn't one he, or any other Jedi, frequented but you were angry and frightened. Angry at him for not listening to your warnings. And frightened for yourself since you knew what the flower was going to do to you.
He looked on as you closed your eyes, feeling out with the Force. "Now is not the time to insult me. Tell me."
You whirled on him. "It's an aphrodisiac. A powerful one. And if we don't find shelter soon then you're going to be doing some strange things to these trees."
Obi-Wan frowned, puzzled by what you were saying. "Is there a cure?"
You laughed humourlessly, turning away from him again. "Is there a cure? Is there a cure, he asks. Ha!"
"An antidote?"
"No, there's no antidote." You hissed.
The effects of the pollen were already weighing on you. You imagined Obi-Wan was also feeling something as well, just unaware of it. At least you knew what you were supposed to be feeling. The Jedi Knight had no idea.
Your mouth felt dry, like sand on your tongue, and your skin was hot to the touch. A dull headache was forming at the base of your skull too and you knew these sensations would only get worse if you didn't do what the flower wanted you to. There really was only one way to fix it. But you couldn't find it in yourself to tell your companion the solution. You were ignoring the heavy feeling in the base of your abdomen.
Sensing your apprehension wasn't overstated, Obi-Wan pointed back in the direction you'd come from. "There was a cave a little while ago. We can go there and you can tell me more about this... aphrodisiac flower."
You only nodded, lacking the strength to tell him that you wouldn't be able to listen to his voice out of fear of what bodily responses that would cause in you. Your existing attraction to Obi-Wan would only be increased by the influence of the plant. And you were scared what you'd do, or what you'd suggest, to ease the feelings.
You started marching in the direction the two of you had come from, jumping away from Obi-Wan as he fell into step beside you and his shoulder brushed yours.
"Keep- keep your distance for a while." You muttered, pushing away the lick of heat that had shot through you at his proximity.
He frowned back at you, feeling bad for making you so clearly uncomfortable. "My apologies."
"It's okay. I'm just-" You cut yourself off with a groan.
Obi-Wan's stomach lurched at the sound. "You're just what?"
"The flower is making it difficult to be next to you." You turned your head away from him, desperately trying to breathe in the clean forest air and nothing else. But all you could smell was him. The scent was so strong that you could practically taste him, his skin, and it was making your mouth water.
"You're already feeling the effects of the flower?" He hummed, pondering. "I feel nothing so far."
It wasn't true. But he was completely unaware of what he was feeling. He put the dry mouth and headache down to minor exhaustion, the hike through the forest finally catching up with him. And the stirring he was feeling... down below was foreign. The Jedi secretly believed that maybe he was immune to the flower's influence.
He was severely wrong.
You glanced back at him, instantly looking away when you caught his wide-eyed gaze. His eyes were so blue, so familiar.
You marched ahead of him, ignoring his quiet protests as you urgently sought out the cave. It came into sights quickly and your pace picked up, practically running towards it now. When you reached it, you discarded your top layer of robes, the heat your body was producing making it feel as if you were melting, and left your lightsaber by the entrance to the stone shelter. You feared what you may do with it when the flower's effects got even worse.
Obi-Wan followed closely behind you and watched with curious attention at your actions, slightly puzzled when you made your way towards the back of the cave and sat down facing the wall.
"Sit over there." You pointed over your shoulder to a spot far away from yourself. "I need to think."
"Trying to remember an antidote?" He asked, wondering what there possibly was to think about right now. And without his help as well.
"Sure." You sighed, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath. You weren't thinking about an antidote since you knew there wasn't one. You were considering your options. Even though you knew they were limited. Very limited.
He trusted your word however, which was mildly foolish of him, and took a seat where you'd instructed him to do so. He kept his gaze on you, fixated on the back of your head, as he observed your breathing pick up and then slow back down several times of the course of a few minutes.
What Obi-Wan failed to notice was how his breathing was in tune with yours, increasing when yours did and lowering when yours did.
It didn't escape him though when the flower's influence started to manipulate his body even more. The dry mouth, dull headache, rapid heartbeat, and hardened dick were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. And Obi-Wan couldn't stay in denial for much longer.
So he called out your name.
Big mistake.
You jumped at the sound, having to bite your tongue to prevent noise slipping from your lips, and glanced at him over your shoulder."Yes?"
"I believe the flower is finally setting in." He decided that was the best way to put it and not that the sight of you was making him think things he hadn't even considered since he was a lot younger.
You looked at him silently for a second too long, eyes flicking downwards before moving back up to meet his again. "Meaning?"
His brows creased for a moment. "You know."
You did. So you turned back towards the wall and stared at it. "I'm thinking really hard about it, okay? I'll work something out."
Lies.
Time progressed slowly, moving at a sluggish pace that had you wanting to claw your way out of the cave in temporary insanity, and you could hear Obi-Wan's condition growing steadily worse by the minute.
You were finding it a lot easier than him to control yourself, probably due to your more extensive knowledge on the subject of simple carnal pleasure. But Obi-Wan was losing it.
You kept your eyes focused on the stone in front of you, desperately trying to ignore the sounds that Obi-Wan was making behind you. The breathless whimpers that were leaving his mouth were heavenly to your ears, creating a pulse that shook through your body regularly. Despite the sounds making you feel good, it was getting harder and harder to stop yourself from giving in and crawling over to him. Especially since you could hear him tearing off at least one layer of his clothing.
"Obi-Wan, please be quiet." You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.
To the Jedi your voice sounded husky, tempting almost. "I cannot help it. Please help me."
His voice was desperate, almost whiny, as he begged you for some sort of assistance. If only he knew what that assistance was.
You squeezed your eyes closed, resting your face in your hands. "I'm trying."
It was a lie. You knew that nothing could be done. The passage from the book you'd read about the flower had been very clear. Death was inevitable. Unless you engaged with someone... intimately.
It was the only method that would get your bodily reactions to calm down. If not, the next few days would be painful for the both of you. You'd be extremely aroused the whole time, heart racing at a million beats per minute, sweat would pour out of you and cause severe dehydration that would be impossible to remedy, and finally your body would give up from the sheer exhaustion of trying to handle it all. Then, you'd drop dead.
Just how exactly were you supposed to voice that to Obi-Wan, the man who'd boasted about his ability to follow the Order's rules for years, that the only way for the both of you to survive this was to sleep together? And how were you supposed to recover from possibly finally having the man you'd wanted for so long for just one night and then never again?
"I can sense that you're keeping something from me."
Your head snapped up at his statement. He was correct, sure, but you hadn't expected him to pick up on it in his state.
So you turned around to look at him, legs crossed in front of you and back against the wall to keep yourself as far from him as possible.
"There is one solution that I know of." You confessed, still thinking of a way to tell him.
"Just tell me. I know it's troubling you. It's okay." Obi-Wan's tone was soft and comforting.
You took a deep breath in. "You won't like it."
"Do we have a choice?"
You let the breath out again. "Death."
He released a tired and humourless chuckle. "I can assure you that I'll prefer whatever solution you have to death. So tell me."
You debated what words would spook the Jedi less. Were you clinical and informative? Or soft and subtle? The sweat dripping from his temple, begging to be licked away by the tip of your tongue, was telling you to be harsh and raw with him.
Your gaze fixed on his mouth. "We have to have sex, Obi-Wan. Multiple times probably." The last part was added on for emphasis, meant to draw a reaction out of him.
He gave it to you. His already flushed cheeks reddened some more, eyes darting away from yours momentarily. It's not that the antidote was unexpected, he figured that it would lead somewhere like this considering the two of you had been contaminated by an aphrodisiac, but he thought maybe that there would be another solution. Or that you'd at least beat around the bush a little more.
Obi-Wan didn't know how to tell you that he'd never done something like that before so wouldn't even know where to start.
Little did he know that you were already well aware of that fact.
"I'll guide you through it." You paused. "But once we get started I don't think you'll need much guidance. The effects of the pollen will probably lead you."
His eyes snapped back to you, a frown pinching between them. "And what do you know of it?"
"Obi-Wan..." You mumbled, tilting your head down slightly to give him a meaningful look.
He didn't look thrilled at the notion.
You scoffed, annoyance bubbling at his obvious judgement. "We all have a past."
He knew what you meant. Sure, everyone had a past. He just didn't realise you had that sort of past. Still, he realised he had no place to pass judgement against you.
Heat pulsed between your thighs at the sudden wide-eyed apologetic look he was giving you. A groan rumbled in your chest and you squeezed your eyes shut.
"I see that this is hard for you." He whispered and you attempted to hold back a laugh thinking that this probably wasn't the only thing that was hard. "So, how about you come over here and... show me what we have to do."
You looked back at him, surprised by the boldness he was showing. Yes, he wasn't a shy man by any means but you thought he'd have been a bit less confident in this situation. Or maybe the whole thing would just be so meaningless to him that he thought it'd be easy.
Obi-Wan could feel random muscles in his body clenching as you stared at him. He'd never felt like this before. He'd always known that you were beautiful, it was impossible to ignore, but he'd never thought much else of it. But now? He couldn't do anything else apart from think about it.
You slowly pushed yourself up from your seated position and fell onto your hands and knees, too tense to stand up, and made your way towards him steadily. He was surprised to find himself practically buzzing at the sight of you crawling towards him, a ravenous look on your face. You stopped about a foot in front of him, looking up into his eyes through your eyelashes.
A hand reached out for you.
You took it.
With his help, you settled yourself over Obi-Wan's lap, a leg either side of his thighs so you straddled him. You didn't let your weight rest on him just yet, wanting to check in quickly to make sure he was okay. It was taking everything in your power not to start touching him all over despite your overactive brain basically screaming at you to do so.
His eyes moved rapidly, taking you in as he searched across your body. A hand landed on either of your hips, encouraging you to move closer to him. So you did, chest pushing slightly against his and weight pressing into his lap as you sat down. The both of you let out a sigh at the contact, pain eased for just a few moments.
It was then that you noticed you'd sat on something extremely hard.
"Is that a lightsaber in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" You chuckled, about to reach down to remove the weapon from the inside of his robes.
But Obi-Wan's eyes flickered over your shoulder to somewhere behind you. Slowly, you turned to see what he was looking out, a small pinch between your eyebrows, and saw where you'd discarded your own lightsaber earlier. What you were surprised to find was his lightsaber resting up against a rock beside yours.
"Oh." You croaked and looked back at him, eyes shooting to his crotch for a brief moment. "You are just happy to see me."
"The flower." He grumbled lowly.
Your heart fell momentarily, your face along with it, before you recovered and looked downwards towards his chest. "Right, of course."
Realising he'd made a fatal mistake, Obi-Wan placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to make eye contact again. "A combined effect of the flower and... you."
Your mouth dropped open for a second, dazed by his statement, before a smile blossomed along your face. "There was one thing I forgot to mention."
"And what was that?" His eyes were fixed on your mouth now.
"The flower's effects are stronger and fast acting if you are already attracted to the person you're with at the time of exposure." You leaned towards him closer, the tips of your noses brushing against each other. "I expected to feel the influence at least an hour or two before you did, Master."
A soft sound, somewhere between a moan and a whine, escaped his lips at the use of the title. It surprised you, you hadn't thought he'd be into that kind of thing. You didn't give him a chance to give you a real response though, the noise he'd just made finally pushing you over the edge.
You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him, thumbs swiping over his cheeks to wipe the purple pollen away. He let out another sound at that, this one more shocked, but equally as unrestrained. Your mouth opened just in time to catch it and swallow it against your own moan at finally feeling his lips melding with yours.
Usually, in the past, you’d have some sense of patience in this situation. But it’s like the feeling of his skin under your palms and his lips against yours, your tongue in his mouth, sent the pollen vibrating in your bloodstream. And before you knew it, your hands were tearing at his clothes, absolutely desperate to get them off.
And while Obi-Wan was a little more hesitant than you, inexperience slowing him down, once he felt how eager you were he could only join in on the action. His hands were soft, almost silky, like they hadn’t ever seen a day of hard labour in his life, and they sent warm bursts of electricity through you as they slid against your skin.
All barriers between you were removed in less than a minute, although time seemed to be flying now that you’d actually gotten beyond just staring at each other and ignoring all feelings your body had been screaming at you to address.
“Do you know what comes next, Master?” You questioned, wondering how out of practice he really was.
Obi-Wan seemed to pause, taking a long thought, before saying anything. “I’ve never done this before.”
“I know.” You said and he seemed both embarrassed and surprised. “That’s not what I was asking. Do you know what happens?”
“I’ve heard things.” He admitted slowly.
Up until this point you’d been trying to avoid looking down at his naked body. Sure, the two of you had been pretty enthusiastic in taking the other’s clothes off but neither of you had verbally stated what you were comfortable with actually doing. That didn’t mean you couldn’t feel every inch of him pressing against you though. Somehow in the tumble of robe removal, you’d slid forward on his lap which had caused your torsos to connect. And you hadn’t bothered to move back again.
You searched his face for any sign of discomfort, finding none. “Can I touch you?”
He sputtered. “You already are.”
“No-“ You took a deep breath. “Can I touch you… down there?”
You were hesitant to say certain words to him, cringing at just the thought of them coming out of your mouth and entering his ears. You shouldn’t be shy about this, having done this countless times before. But now you were doing it with Obi-Wan, someone you admired with the deepest affection, it felt different. A good different but different nonetheless.
“Oh.” The flush he’d been sporting across his face stretched to meet the tip of his ears and you reached up to tuck some hair back away from them. “Yes, you can.”
You could see that the lust the flower caused had taken over all rational thought as his irises, usually so blue and bright, had been consumed by his pupils dilating. Was this a good idea, you silently wondered? Did he truly want this? Or was the flos venerem speaking for him?
Before you had the chance to ponder over that even more, the animal instincts in your brain took over and your hand was wrapping around his, pretty sizeable, cock.
He hissed at the sensation of your warm palm touching him and you observed his reaction with hungry curiosity. You liked the way his eyes fluttered closed and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, the way his head snapped back against the cave wall and he didn’t even seem to notice that it should’ve hurt. He was too absorbed in the pleasurable way that you were touching him.
You were touching him.
Obi-Wan felt as if he were flying amongst the stars.
Your hand slid up and down his length, taking in every minor reaction he gave you to see what he liked. The answer was: he liked all of it. No matter the pace of your strokes, the pressure of your squeeze, or the angle of the twist, Obi-Wan revelled in it all.
Every sound he made caused what felt like a flood to pour from between your thighs, skin prickling with flames of desire. You increased the speed of the pumps against his shaft, feeling him twitch in your hand. Obi-Wan started babbling to himself, something you couldn’t quite understand but realised were certainly happy mumblings. It didn’t take much more until he was orgasming, cum spurting out of him in hot ropes and coating both of your stomachs.
You weren’t surprised to see that he remained hard. At least the botany books hadn’t lied to you about the multiple times thing.
“Need you inside me now, Obi-Wan.” You whispered, pleased when his eyes seemed to spark with something akin to excitement. Pushing yourself up slightly, you took him in your hand again and aligned him with your entrance. Notching him against you, you inched down onto him slowly, feeling your hips stutter willing you to go faster, and watched his face scrunch up in pleasure.
“Does that feel good?” You asked despite knowing the answer. You just wanted to hear him say something, even a noise of approval would work for you.
He nodded rapidly and whined. “Yes, yes.”
Pleasure rocketed up your spine, walls clenching around him and he whimpered again. His hips bucked up underneath you and your eyes rolled back in your head.
He did it again.
You came.
A shocked laugh escaped your throat as the orgasm rippled through. You hadn’t realised it would be that easy but given that you’d denied yourself any friction and stimulation for way too long considering the situation you were in, it only made sense.
Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. “Did you just-?”
“Yes.” You sighed and rocked your hips against his, thighs still trembling with the aftershock.
“Stars-“ He gasped, head falling forward to bury his face in your neck. You smiled at the feeling of his beard scratching against your skin and moved faster.
Time became a haze, multiple orgasms rolled into a blur, and before you know it you felt like you couldn’t move anymore. Your legs ached, your body dripped with sweat and your breathing was shaky and uneven.
But you were determined for one more.
Obi-Wan gasped about it being too much but couldn’t stop himself from continuing to thrust up underneath you. Which you were thankful for considering you could feel your thighs cramping up and barely managing to support your weight. His arms locked around you, trapping you against him, as he pounded into you urgently like he was chasing something. He was really. And you could understand.
“Come on, Master, just one more.” You murmured against his temple.
It took only those words of encouragement for Obi-Wan to spill inside you once again, the feeling of that setting you off as well. And finally the two of you relaxed, the pollen’s effects wearing away.
The two of you sat against each other breathless for a moment before you eased up off of him and settled beside him. He immediately collapsed against you, sliding down until his head met your lap. You placed a hand in his hair as his breathing slowed down to a normal pace.
Now that the high had passed, guilt was setting in.
“What have I done?” Obi-Wan croaked, burying his face against your thighs.
You froze, knowing you should be feeling this same shame but not finding it in yourself to care. At least not right now. “It’s okay.”
“No!” He almost wailed. “I broke- I broke rules. Sacred Jedi code.”
“You had no choice. It was either that or death.” Tears stung at the backs of your eyeballs, willing yourself not to crack and break down. He needed you to be strong. “There was no other way.”
He knew you were right, a small seed of relief buried deep in his chest. He didn’t have another choice. But then there was another matter…
You continued to try to make him feel better. "The council will forgive you, Obi-Wan. It couldn't have been helped."
The Jedi could only nod in reply. That wasn't what worried him anymore, your logical argument had been enough to reassure him of that. What did worry him is how much he wanted it to happen again.
He glanced up at you. "What about you? Can you forgive me?"
You paused, hand stilling against the side of his head. "There's nothing to be forgiven."
"Please." He whispered against your skin. "Please just-"
It hurt you to hear the break in his voice. A man, usually so confident, reduced to this. All because of something out of his control.
You took a deep breath, stared straight ahead at the cave wall opposite you, tears in your eyes and a hand combing through his hair. "I forgive you, Obi-Wan."
A/N: I listened to Star Wars ambience on YouTube as I wrote most of this. Hope you enjoyed!
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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 months ago
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Headcanon/Preference # 37
Gifs NOT mine.
Rating - SFW
Reading time (roughly) - 12 minutes
Year posted - 2025
So yeah I totally killed the reader off in this one... Wanted this one to be angsty. Enjoy.
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• Obi-wan Kenobi •
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• Obi-wan knew he shouldn't have let you join him on this particular mission.
• He knew something was off about this mission, he had sensed it in the Force.
• But he'd let you join regardless, and now you lay at his feet, bleeding out.
• He quickly dispatched of the enemy, and pulled you into his arms.
• "My love stay with me, you're going to be okay."
• He cradled your head in his free hand, trying desperately to assure you that everything will be okay.
• While also trying to fool himself into thinking you'll be able to pull through.
• As your breathing turned shallow, he kissed your forehead, smiling through the pain.
• He needed to be strong for you.
• And as your eyes fluttered closed, and your chest stilled, Obi-wan felt as if a part of himself had died with you.
• Only then did he allow himself to cry, and Obi-wan Kenobi was never the same.
• Becoming a shell of the man he once was, he eventually leaves the Jedi and roams the galaxy, feeling utterly lost without you by his side.
• Anikin Skywalker •
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• Anikin thought he could protect you from anything.
• His one truest love, the one person he would have done anything for.
• This is the most dramatic turn of events for Anikin, the moment when he gave into the dark side.
• Cradling your lifeless body in his arms, Anikin screamed and cried.
• "You can't leave me (Y/n), you can't!"
• And with the aggressive flick of his wrist, he killed those that had taken you from him.
• He was merciless, unforgiving, and beyond angry.
• Anikin felt as if he'd died alongside you, and in many ways he did.
• Alone he laid you to rest.
• His once beautiful blue eyes turned to yellow as he watched you disappear from his life.
• Anikin felt as if your blood was on his hands, as if he failed to protect you.
• He also felt as if he failed you, because if you hadn't loved him as deeply as you did, maybe then you wouldn't have given your life for his.
• The day you died, was the very same day Darth Vader was born.
• Qui-Gon Jinn •
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• Qui-Gon knew he shouldn't have grown attached to you, he knew it wouldn't end well.
• The rules about attachments, about love, were in place for this very reason.
• Quickly he took care of the man that had fatally wounded you, and held you close.
• Try as he might with the help of the force he attempted to heal your wounds, unable to do so he tried his best to be strong for you.
• He pecked your lips, and brushed back your hair.
• "You're going to be alright darling, just breath. That's it, just keep breathing."
• His hands shook as he placed his free hand over your wound, trying weakly to stop the bleeding.
• Again he tried using the Force to at least try to ease your pain, to make this easier for you.
• "Just relax my darling, we'll see eachother again."
• Qui-Gon promised you with a weak smile, his heart breaking at the sight of your own equally weak smile.
• His heart breaking further as he felt your breathing slow down considerably, the light in your eyes fading with every shallow breath.
• If there was anything Qui-Gon was grateful for, it was getting to hold you in his arms one last time.
• Darth Maul •
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• Maul was foolish enough to think you were untouchable, that you were both untouchable.
• And his world crashed around him as you collapsed to the ground.
• Maul thought he knew pain, but all that he's been through, all that he's done. It was nothing compared to losing you.
• "You'll pay for this!"
• Maul growled at the man that was daring enough to hurt you.
• Ruthlessly he slashed at the man, cutting him limb from limb, and keeping him alive until he was satisfied.
• His rage blinded him, and only subsidied when he heard you wheezing in pain.
• "(Y/n) my star."
• Without another thought he dropped his saber, and rushed to your side, cradling you against his chest.
• He was unfazed by your blood seeping into his robes, firmly placing his hand against your wound, desperately trying to at least slow the bleeding.
• "I'll find you again my star, nothing can keep me from you, nothing."
• Maul promised as he rest his forehead against your own, the connection between you both through the Force, assuring him that he could keep that promise.
• He also swore to take down anyone and everyone that was involved in your demise, whoever that man worked for was as good as dead, and anyone else Maul deemed guilty.
• Maul will destroy worlds to avenge you if he must.
• He kept his eyes locked with yours as you slowly slipped away, his hearts thundering with heartache.
• "We will be together again."
• Maul promised before you gave your final breath, a rage filled scream escaping him as you died.
• And all who knew of Darth Maul, learned that after your demise, the Sith could be far crueler, far darker than he had been when you were still alive.
• Maul eventually turns to the traditions of the Zabrak, and finds a way to reunite with you through the magick of his people.
• It isn't enough, and it'll never be enough, because it is simply a ghost of you.
• But until his demise it is all he can manage, and he will accept that while he cannot hold you anymore, he can at least still see you and speak with you.
• Feral Opress •
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• Feral is heartbroken beyond belief.
• You were the only truly good thing in his life, you were his and he was yours.
• Savage had witnessed the whole thing unfold, and for the sake of his brother, he struck down the man that dared to harm you.
• Feral wasn't sure what to do, so he acted on instinct, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.
• You had once said laying in his embrace was your favorite thing, the thing that brought you the most comfort.
• And he knew that's all he could do for you, comfort you as you slowly succumbed to your wounds.
• "Sh sh my sweet, just relax, I'm here, I've got you."
• He brushed your hair back in a soothing way, ignoring how much it hurt him to feel your blood painting his skin.
• He peppered kisses across your paling face, his hearts breaking with every kiss.
• You giggled in a pitiful way, coughing a moment later, blood oozed from your mouth.
• And Feral, delicately, lovingly wiped it away.
• "It's okay my sweet, look at me."
• His lip quivered a little as your glossy eyes peered into his own.
• "I love you, don't you ever forget that."
• He pecked your lips, tears escaping him when your final breath wheezed out from your lungs.
• Savage Opress •
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• Savage instantly saw red, his hearts filled with rage, and regret.
• He ripped the man who hurt you limb from limb with his bare hands. The man's blood only cooling his temper a little.
• Dropping the carcass carelessly to the ground, he rushed back to your side, and as gently as he could he picked you up and cradled you against his chest.
• With you in his arms, Savage walked carefully across the tundra of the desolate planet you were on, unable, unwilling to just leave you on this wasteland of a planet.
• "Oh little one, my sweet stupid girl. You should have just let me handle him."
• He meant well, he really did. But he was hurt that you would do something so reckless, so selfless.
• You had once promised him forever.
• You giggled weakly, reaching up to caress his handsome face. And Savage melted into your touch.
• His hearts broke, knowing he couldn't save you, not this time.
• His blazing eyes locked onto your pale face, he wanted to commit your face to memory, despite the fact that he already has every part of you committed to memory.
• "I'll see you again little one, through the magick, the Force, I will see you again."
• He promised as he cradled you close, the chill of your skin finally breaking his resolve.
• Savage cried as he held you close, falling to his knees as you struggled to breathe.
• He grew darker that day, much darker. Swearing to fight to the bitter end, until he could be reunited with you once more.
• Kylo Ren •
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• The moment you collapsed before his eyes, Kylo felt as if he would die alongside you.
• With a rage filled cry, Kylo cut down the man that hurt you, and threw the rest over a nearby cliff with the Force.
• He fell to his knees beside you, watching helplessly as your blood stained the snow around you.
• "Starlight what have you done?"
• He breathed out as he pulled you into his arms, tears of heartache and rage streaming down his face, his helmet long since abandoned.
• "I couldn't- couldn't let you get hurt."
• You had wheezed out, desperately clutching the deep gash at your side. Kylo's hand rest over yours, desperately hoping to stop the bleeding.
• "I can't live without you."
• Kylo whispered in a broken voice, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
• He squeezed you tighter, as you grew colder and colder in his arms.
• "Don't leave me, please, I can't go on without you."
• Kylo shook in his sorrow and rage, as your breathing became shallow.
• Despite the fact that you were literally dying, you still tried to comfort him, brushing his hair back weakly, your blood staining his pale skin.
• This only served to break his heart further, how can he possibly go on without you?
• Kylo is the most likely to rage an all out war, in hopes of getting himself killed so he could be reunited with you.
• But that's not to say he won't fight to the bitter end.
• Armitage Hux •
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• It took everything in Armitage to stay standing, to not collapse and cradle you in his arms.
• If he had done so, he knew your sacrifice would have been in vain.
• But the moment the man is killed by his troopers, he's falling to his knees and pulling you into his arms.
• "GET A MEDICAL DROID NOW!"
• He barks at his men, who rush to follow out his order.
• But it's too late, your once bright eyes are dull and lifeless, having died on impact.
• That doesn't stop Armitage from deluding himself into thinking you'll be okay.
• He's crying, and begging you to wake up, but you don't respond to any of his attempts to stir you.
• "Please angel, wake up, come on."
• He's shaking you, kissing you, and eventually in his desperation he's beating on your chest in an attempt to get your heart pumping again.
• By the time a medical droid comes, he refuses to let you go. His troopers eventually have to tear him away from your body.
• He's kicking and screaming, red in the face as he fights them. But it's no good, they are to strong.
• Armitage has to control himself during your funeral, every instinct in him screaming to not let you go, to fight to bring you back.
• He is much harsher after this, starting arguments more and more with Kylo, and taking every ounce of pain when Kylo throws him across the room with the Force, as if he deserves to be punished.
• He's even trying to goad Kylo into killing him, but the man has a little more restraint than the General had thought.
• Armitage is the most likely to give into his dark depressive thoughts, and take his own life.
• His final thoughts are of you and you alone.
• General Grievous •
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• You were his most prized "possession" so to speak, nothing in all of the galaxy meant as much to Grievous as you did.
• "My treasure, no you can't do this, you can't leave me I forbid it!"
• He's killed the man before you even hit the ground, where you lay for mere moments before he's cradling you in his arms.
• He's gentle with you, as he quite literally sprints you to the nearest medical bay.
• "Get out all of you!"
• He barks at the droids, not trusting them to fix what cannot be undone. Certain that he'll be able to save you.
• He's frantic in his attempts to patch you up, almost unaware of the way you gently touch his arm.
• Grievous froze in an instant when you weakly called out his name, his attention now solely on your face, cupping your hand in two of his.
• "What do you need treasure?"
• He asked in a soft voice, ignoring how his voice shook with emotion.
• You simply smiled at him, as if taking in the sight of him was all you cared about in that moment.
• "I-I lo-ve-"
• You tried croaking out, only for your breath to be stolen as you slipped away, dying before his very eyes, trying to declare your love one last time.
• The very ground shook with his scream of despair and heart retching agony.
• From that moment on he took out every ounce of pain and anger at losing you on anyone he deemed a threat.
• Sometimes even on innocent people, who would unknowingly remind him of you.
• He fought dirty and ruthlessly, uncaring if he would get himself killed, or if he would even succeed.
• Grievous also travelled far and wide across the galaxy in an attempt to find some way to bring you back to life.
• He cared not for whatever it might cost, or what he might have to do, who he would have to kill.
• If there is a way he can bring you back, he'll find a way, not matter how long it takes.
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thisfeelslike-iykyk · 3 months ago
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love languages ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
sw boys x reader (ft. luke skywalker, han solo, anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, poe dameron, din djarin) backtrack: “rewrite the stars”, zac efron + zendaya inspiration: this is part three of my little series (pjo version here and hp version here)
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luke skywalker
giving: words of affirmation / acts of service
the problem with luke is that he changes, see. in a new hope he’s bright eyed and bushy tailed. by return of the jedi the poor dude has seen some stuff. in a new hope though, his giving love language is totally words of affirmation. he called leia beautiful, and while it’s kind of weird to think about because they’re, uh, brother and sister, it was still sweet. another love language for luke--in both a new hope and return of the jedi--is definitely acts of service. in episodes four and five, it’d be in a naive, following you around like a lost puppy kind of way. he’d jump at the opportunity to do anything for you, you’re literally his goddess, say the word “water” and he’ll be sprinting to get a glass of it for you. in return of the jedi though, he likes to do things for his partner in a more mature, protective way. he’d place more importance on making sure you’re safe, and he deems himself your protector until his dying breath. a runner up for return of the jedi luke would be quality time. he and his friends have been through war, and he knows how dangerous jedi life is. so he treasures every quiet moment he can have with his loved ones.
receiving: physical touch
LOOK HOW FLUSTERED MY BOY WAS WHEN LEIA KISSED HIM (never mind that it was mildly concerning given they’re siblings!). luke absolutely melts for physical touch, moreso in episodes four and five but in six as well. his face will get bright red, he’ll start stuttering, my man does not hide it well. his friends, especially han, will tease the f-- out of him. he’ll deny it vehemently, but he’d get on his knees for you if you so much as touch his shoulder. he likes every sort of physical touch, it doesn’t have to be kisses. he’ll be bursting with joy even when you’re just linking pinkies during meetings; he’ll be constantly bouncing in his seat and will absolutely not be able to pay attention. also he definitely clings onto you while you’re sleeping like you’re a stuffed animal.
han solo
giving: gift giving
legitimately, I think sometimes when han smuggles physical materials, he’ll pick the best thing and steal it from the cargo and just give it to his partner. han’s not rich, but he wants his partner to have the best things in life, especially since he doesn’t think he can offer much else (except for his dashing good looks, of course). does it sometimes get him in trouble when his bosses notice that the biggest diamond is missing from the cargo? yeah. does he care? nope.
receiving: quality time
han’s constantly on the move with his job. he doesn’t have time to relax, since he’s often looking over his shoulder for bounty hunters. when he has free time, he’d love to play a relaxed game on the falcon with his partner. his favorite is the one with the holograms that c3po and r2d2 play versus chewbacca. he usually doesn’t go all out because he’s usually playing against chewbacca, and they’re good buddies but han doesn’t really want to find out what would happen if he won against the wookiee. but against his partner? oh he’s going all out. he’s not a gentleman. he’ll absolutely obliterate you and laugh about it. it’s kind of charming though.
anakin skywalker
giving: words of affirmation
okay, mister “are you an angel?”. mister “you are so beautiful”. mister “I’m haunted by the kiss you never should have given me”, even though that line was kind of awkward coming from nineteen year old anakin. I don’t know how he can be so terribly unarticulate, but at the same time the most romantic smooth talker in the whole star wars universe. I just know he’ll be showering his partner with all sorts of lovely, poetic compliments. he’s a charmer, he’ll swipe you right off your feet with his words.
receiving: physical touch
like father, like son, I guess. without a doubt, anakin’s also a physical touch guy (partly because I want him to be, but also because I genuinely think so). the poor dude’s had a rough childhood, so he’s starved of love. and most importantly, he’s touch starved. show him some love, please. hugs, kisses, cuddles, holding hands, anything of the sort. he’ll constantly whine if he can’t be physically affectionate with you, even though you both know it’s because you’re trying to keep your relationship a secret. he’s also a big cuddler and would 100% be a hidden little spoon, although he’ll be kind of embarrassed about it. when you put a hand on his cheek, he’ll immediately lean into your touch. also, I just have this thought that he’d love it when you ruffle or play with his hair. please do it. he’ll even bend down so you can reach his hair if there’s a big height difference between you two. but also, I feel like I can’t gloss over the fact that anakin is in serious need of some words of affirmation. he never gets it, even though he’s done so much for the jedi order. please tell him you love him and he’s awesome. he’ll melt.
obi-wan kenobi
giving: acts of service
I mean, do I really have to explain? obi-wan would be the perfect boyfriend. he’s an absolute gentleman. he’d be the best at princess treatment, always making sure you never have to lift a finger. however, some people are not into being babied or taken care of to that extent, and obi-wan knows that. he’d completely respect his partner’s independence and competence to do things for themselves, but he’d love to just take care of his partner as well. mostly, he wants to make sure his partner is protected and safe at all times, similar to return of the jedi luke.
receiving: quality time
obi-wan’s literally dedicated his life to the jedi order. not much is known about his childhood, but it’s safe to assume he started training really young (much younger than nine, at least, since anakin was deemed to be too old at that age, which is ridiculous) and for a really long period of time. he’s been so busy with training anakin and trying to keep up with him that he doesn’t have a lot of time to rest. so when he does have downtime, he’d want to spend it with his partner trying to form a deeper emotional bond. because really, obi-wan would definitely prioritize an emotional connection with his partner, and you can’t really make that happen when you’re fighting for your lives every day. I think he’d want to either change the jedi’s practices or leave the order because he’d want to spend time with his partner and be like an actual family (ahem ahem “had you asked, I would have left the order for you”). although I also think he’s touch starved and would get easily flustered by physical touches.
poe dameron
giving: words of affirmation
poe’s a charismatic guy, kind of a charmer. he’s brash and abrasive when he’s mad, but he’s generally quite the relaxed (as relaxed as you can be when you’re fighting for your life every day, I guess), cheeky guy. you know he has a few good pickup lines in his back pocket. he pulls them out any time he wants to charm someone. half of the time it’s because he’s doing it as a joke, but other times he genuinely tries to be slick with it (heads up, he’s not). something also tells me he’d like giving gifts to his partner too, to spoil them rotten (even though I can’t imagine he has that much money, sorry poe).
receiving: physical touch
why was I kind of at a loss for this one? I guess poe is just pretty touch starved too, it’s not like he has a partner in the movies and he’s under a lot of stress every day with the resistance. I feel like he’d lowkey get migraines or muscle pain pretty often, and he’d literally melt if you gave him a massage. he just likes being close to his partner, although he’d probably let slip a dirty joke every now and then. he’ll definitely tease you if you get flustered about it, but a little slap from you and he’ll shut up.
din djarin
giving: acts of service
acts of service is basically the thing that defines din’s life, lol. he’s catching bounties for people, he’s helping npcs with their side quests (what? who said that?), and just look at how much he cared for grogu and how dedicated he was to the cutie. he literally gave up the dream life with omera for grogu. for his partner, he’d go to the ends of the galaxy. he would risk his life. he’d sacrifice his life. it takes him a while to warm up to people--he’s a slow burn romance trope, don’t even mess with me on that--but once he’s found his soulmate, he’ll give his heart, mind, body, and soul to you. he’s at your service, completely.
receiving: quality time
din’s life is constantly changing. people come and go as he floats through space, taking jobs and completing them. he really appreciates those quiet nights on his ship with his partner. it’s just the two of you floating through space, and he can almost forget his busy life and just focus on you. I think he wishes he could have a slower, peaceful life. look how happy he was with omera on that one planet that I forget the name of. he was literally so tempted to stay, and I think he definitely would have if it weren’t for grogu. similar to obi-wan, though, he’s touch starved, so he’d appreciate a little physical touch every now and then as well. nothing huge, especially in the beginning, but just simple hugs and holding hands in private.
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for this post I added in han because I can’t believe I forgot him in my last sw post. this is also unedited because I'm tired and I spent like two hours writing this
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d0llfaac3 · 10 months ago
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TOO SWEET
Pairing: Obi wan Kenobi x female! Jedi! Reader
Warnings: reader has near death experience and Obi wan isn’t too happy with his ‘friend’
Word count: 378
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Obi wan came running into the medical wing of the Jedi temple on Coruscant, a determined look on his face, also one of worry, you were laying in a bed, half asleep on the meds they gave you.
He nearly broke down in tears as he saw you..he was your ‘friend’ or a Jedi master, you where close with, you were also a Jedi. Growing up with Obi Wan in the Jedi Order.
He gently cupped your face, you two had been unofficially together for months now, hiding it from the order as attachments where forbidden. For any Jedi, let alone two well respected Jedi masters..
“They’re letting me out soon Obi, calm down” you say softly, with a small smile on your face, he cared so much about you it was quite cute actually, he dropped everything to make sure you where okay..
“Oh good..maker you seriously scared me..” He says as he gently touches your hair, looking at you with such soft eyes that it could melt the coldest of hearts.
You had to giggle, couldn’t help yourself, his big hands wrapped around your hand dad make you blush. “Obi..we’re in the hospital wing not here” you say quietly and he blushes and quickly pulls his hand away mumbling something about an apology
Once the nurses released you, Obi Wan had grabbed you into his quarters, throwing you on the bed and throwing a blanket at you, getting into bed beside you still in his robes.
“You” kiss “scared” kiss “me” kiss. You did love his kisses. Something about him always made you feel so special, ever since you two were small children you two have always had a connection, from late night lightsaber training when you two where padawan learners, to late night studying sessions, to late meditation to..enjoying each other in a different sense..
He wrapped his big arms around you, suffocating you in a hug as he kissed your hair, gently putting his chin against your head, whispering soft words to you as you drifted off asleep, the last words you can remember where.
“Goodnight Mi gorffen chi bonnie” he says, in stewjon, the language in his home planet meaning ‘I love you Beautiful”
You loved him and he loved you..screw the Jedi order.
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Hi guys, I’ve never done a Star Wars fic before so it’s kinda goofy, hope u enjoy 🫶🏻
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sugarrrvenomm · 2 months ago
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even though the stars are blind // obi-wan x reader
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hello h word for obi-wan nation ! yes the title is from the paris hilton song.
word count: 4k
summary: master kenobi lets you use his shower after a mission, among other things
You really think you’re imagining things when Obi-Wan asks you to stay behind after the briefing is over and offers you his personal water sonic to use rather than the communal one used by his men. It’s not the request itself that has you wondering if you’re still sane—you’ve never known him to be anything other than a perfect gentlemen—it’s the look on his face while he says it. Those grey-blue eyes narrow into something darker; moodier, and the corner of his mouth ticks up, so slightly you’d miss it under his beard if you weren’t already glancing down at his lips. 
After you obviously agree (even if you’re hallucinating the look in his eyes, you still want the privacy of his sonic), his com-link chimes, and the last thing he does before he saunters off to whatever part of the ship is calling for him, he stops by your side and tells you the code to his personal quarters, accent lilting while he takes your hand in his own and pretends to punch in the numbers on your palm. 
You wonder what he keeps in his sonic that makes him smell so good. The thought of being amongst his personal things, even mundane ones like soap, curls in your stomach and makes you sweat behind your knees as you walk through the Negotiator’s seemingly endless halls. It takes longer than you expect to find his quarter’s, but that’s most likely because you were too shy to ask a clone for directions to their general’s private rooms. When you finally reach his door, you’re glad no one else is in the corridor to see you walk in—you can can only the hope it’ll be the same when you walk out, with wet hair and fresh clothes. 
Unsurprisingly, Obi-Wan’s quarter’s are nearly spotless. The messiest part is the desk; an obscene amount of data-pads stacked and a few half-empty cups of caf decorating it. Aside from that, the only sign someone lives in here at all is the unmade bed—which just the sight of sends an illicit thrill through you. It’s surely gone cold by now, but you make yourself blush by imagining running your hand along the place where he lies at night, feeling the heated impression of him in the mattress. Obi-Wan is one of, if not the, most stressed Jedi you know. What does he do in this bed to relieve that?
The rush of heat that dives between your legs at the thought has you pressing your thighs together, and you dart to the refresher, not wanting Obi-Wan to return and find you staring at his bed and panting like a hound. 
After turning on the water sonic, you strip, and that feels illicit too. He’s got a basket with worn clothing in it, but after deciding it might be an overstep to toss yours in, you leave your dirty robes on the floor; picking up your tunic with a pointed toe and draping it over your panties so they’re not visible. 
In the sonic, you find out nothing in here is the reason Obi-Wan smells so delicious. Everything on his single shelf is GAR-issued, and smells of nothing. That doesn’t change the fact that washing your hair with his shampoo, and running your hands all over your body with the same soap he touches his own with doesn’t excite you. Just looking down at your feet and knowing he stands in this very spot, naked and wet, is enough to make you pulse between your legs. You spend a little too long massaging your tits, squeezing the flesh between your fingers and making your nipples tighten—but you don’t dare to actually touch yourself. Partly because you don’t want to use all his hot water, partly because you’re not sure you could keep quiet. So, you force yourself to finish up relatively quickly, turning off the water and calling a towel to yourself with the Force so you don’t drip onto the floors. 
You’re sleepwear comprises of shorts and a soft, oversized tunic. Normally, you’d go without underwear underneath, but this time you slide a pair on. Something about being around Obi-Wan makes you want to be proper—good. You don’t dare walk around his ship in your thin, tiny shorts barely concealing your pussy. Though, not even his influence can make you wear a bra. 
The wet ends of your hair soaking the shoulders of your shirt make you rub your towel over your head like a youngling, it’s not the normal way you’d treat your hair, but it’ll have to do. Of course, it tangles the strands something terrible, and you groan when you can’t quite pull your brush through a few stubborn spots. Prepared to give up, you gather your things and palm the ‘fresher door open—and there is Obi-Wan; sitting at his desk, legs spread wildly like the almost always are when he sits. He’s stripped down to his under-tunics, and you feel oddly endeared at the sight of his socked feet. 
“I’ll have to call you back, Anakin,” he says hand reaching for his com-link, eyes on you. 
“When?” The static voice of his former Padawan asks. 
“Later,” is all Obi-Wan says before he hangs up.
“Thank you,” you rush to say after the call disconnects. 
He keeps looking at you, eyes never dipping below your face, a single finger dragging along his bearded jawline. “Of course,” he offers simply, mouth curving up like it did in the briefing. “I hope it was to your liking.”
Even this small talk makes you blush; his presence overwhelms you. Nodding in response, you look down at the brush still in your hand, then back up with him. “Any chance they make GAR-issued detangler?” 
When your attempt at a joke actually lands, and he breaks into a full, chuckling smile, you breathe a sigh of relief and light up inside. You stomp down the urge to climb into his lap and lick his teeth. “I don’t think so,” he says, leaning forward in his chair. “But perhaps I could help—Force knows I’ve tamed the gundark’s nest of Anakin’s hair before. I’m rather handy with a brush.”
“Really?” You try not to squeak it out, but you’re sure it comes out that way regardless. More so, you hope he doesn’t see the way your toes curl in response to his offer. It’s all you can do not to squirm completely. 
Obi-Wan nods, tilting his head and smiling at you. “If you’d like.”
You nod, crossing your arms in front of you—which reminds you of the fact that you’re not wearing a bra. Obi-Wan stands and walks to his bed, sitting back against the headboard and making you lose your breath. Surely he’s not going to—
“Come here, darling,” he beckons, curling two fingers to signal you closer. When you take a step, he spreads his legs and pats the space between them. 
Dropping your bag, you climb onto the bed, mindful of your shorts riding up. One of your calves brushes his when you climb over his leg and that alone makes your breath quicken. When you sit, there’s inches of space between your bodies; of course, you imagine there’s not, though. You imagine you’re pressed as close to him as possible, feeling his strong chest against your shoulder blades. Looking down, your bare feet seem small in-between his. 
“Now, let’s see if we can get you sorted,” Obi-Wan mumbles, so close it almost makes you flinch. As you try to keep your breathing steady, you feel a hand cascade down your hair, and can hear him stroking the brush through the ends of it, working his way up a small section until the brush glides smoothly. It goes on like this for a few moments, him softly touching you without pause—until he reaches one of the knots, and you hear him grumble in response to the brush getting stuck. When he pulls it free, you hiss, and he murmurs back a cooing sound. “Delicate thing.”
You want to protest, but his voice lulls you away from the urge, as does the way he’s working the knot in your hair with his fingers, dragging strands out of the mess until you feel the brush against you again, and this time it runs through easily. 
“There we are,” Obi-Wan murmurs, and he sounds so pleased, like you had done something right; you can’t help but preen a little, smiling to yourself while he keeps brushing until he hits another knot. This time, he wiggles the brush free far gentler, making sure you feel no pain, and then he’s repeating the process from before, meticulously separating your hair until the brush can pass through. You both fall into silence as he works, and despite the heat between your thighs only burning hotter and hotter, his touch calms you until you’re so relaxed it’s almost as if you’re meditating. If you were paying better attention, you might be able to tell that at some point he’s brushed through all the knots, and has started randomly running the brush through your hair while you purr like a loth-cat.
“Feels good,” you murmur.
“Hm?” Obi-Wan hums.
“Haven’t had someone play with my hair in years—since I was a youngling, I think.”
There’s a sound, and you know without looking that it’s Obi-Wan setting your hairbrush on the small table next to his bed. It seems unnervingly loud, for some reason. You shiver when his hand brushes your hair back on one side, moving it to cascade down your back as he leans forward to murmur, “Is there anything else you’d like me to play with?”
All you can do is whisper, “Obi-Wan,” in the neediest voice you’ve ever heard come out of your mouth, and that seems to be all the confirmation he needs. You feel his hand press against your tummy, broad and warm even through your shirt, giving you goosebumps. He uses it to pull you back against him, erasing the space between your bodies just like you’d imagined earlier, but it’s still not enough. You want—need—to feel his skin, so you start to turn in hopes of getting his shirt off, but you’re stopped by an arm across your torso, with a thumb tracing the underside of your breast. 
“Relax. You’ve worked so hard today, done so well. Let me take care of you.” The words are spoken into your neck, and his praise makes you squirm. The arm holding you only tightens, while his other one reaches down and tugs down your shorts, leaving you in your panties that you only wore to be polite for him. His big hand cups your cunt, rubbing lazily with no intent other than to rile you up. It fucking works, and you claw at his wrist and whine. 
“Just—off,” you plead. 
Obi-Wan doesn’t listen, instead nuzzling his thumb against you until he’s putting pressure on your clit. “Or I could keep rubbing you like this; watch you soak the fabric.”
You blush, but let him do as he pleases until you can’t stand it anymore and pull down the underwear yourself. When you do, you can see the wet spot that’s more like a puddle you’ve left in them, making you shyly draw your legs together. Obi-Wan snickering behind you only makes it worse. 
“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed about how needy you are,” he drawls into your ear, rubbing your thigh. “Let me see your cunt, pretty thing.” You let him part your legs, and have to reach down and dig your nails into his thigh when he slides his fingers along you, groaning a low sound as he does it. Even if you hadn’t seen the state of your underwear, you’d be able to tell you’re soaked by how easily he slides one of his large fingers inside of you.
It’s a single finger, but it fills you up so good you moan and writhe on it, rutting forward to try and get friction elsewhere. “My—my clit,” you mumble, eyes closed, head tipping back onto his shoulder.
“Of course, my darling,” Obi-Wan tells you, before slipping his finger our and dragging it up and adding another to swirl around the swollen bud, making you grit your teeth and arch your back. You feel like you’ve been wet since he looked at you in the briefing room—finally getting touched where you longed for it all this time has to careening to the edge startlingly fast, especially since Obi-Wan picks up on what you like easily, spreading your lips with one hand and keeping your clit vulnerable for him to rub steady circles on, every so often catching it between his fingers and squeezing gently. Every touch makes you gush—at least, it feels that way. 
Your legs begin to shake, and that’s when he pulls away. There’s no time to protest before he’s pulling you even closer, to speak hotly against your cheek. “I want your soaked little pussy on my face, darling.”
You groan at the thought, but with the way he’s dragged you closer, you can now feel the hard line of his cock digging into you, and you groan even louder when you imagine taking him into your mouth. Right now, there’s nothing you want more than to see what the great, composed, Master Kenobi looks like when he’s getting his cock sucked. You project the thought, and almost expect a remark about inappropriate use of the Force, but Obi-Wan just nips your jaw and asks, “You want that?”
When you turn your head, he finally, finally kisses you. It’s wet, and messy—but his tongue sliding against yours might be the best thing you’ve ever felt. You can tell he knows what he’s doing, and for some reason, that makes your pussy throb. 
“So much,” you answer against his mouth, and he hums a pleased sound before sucking your earlobe into his mouth. 
“I’m sure a clever girl like you can come up with a way for us both to get what we want, can’t you?” 
You feel his smirk against your skin, along with the way your ears burn. Still, you’re determined to please him, so you turn around to sit between his legs facing him. As soon as you make eye contact, he lunges forward to kiss you, but you retreat back out of his reach and pull at his hips until he takes the hint and inches down the bed until he’s laying down. With one more pull, he lifts his hips and you tug down his trousers—he’s not wearing anything underneath.
Spit pools in your mouth at the sight of Obi-Wan’s cock—it’s perfect, you think to yourself. Big enough to make your eyes roll back but not so big that you couldn’t take him without pain. It’s blushing pink at the tip and dribbling pre-come, messy and wet just like your pussy. You want to touch it so badly, to feel the warmth and weight of it, to feel the head of him streak your palm with pre-come, so you do touch him, taking him in hand softly and moaning quietly at how soft his skin is here.
A hand on your face pulls you out of your one-track mind, and you’re tilted up until you see Obi-Wan propped up on one elbow, staring down at you, cheeks pink, mouth smirking, one strand of hair hanging out of place. “Let me eat your cunt, sweetheart,” he rumbles, rubbing his thumb along your lower lip. 
You almost say yes, master—but just barely manage to hold it in. With his guiding hands, you crawl back up his body and try not to burn up in your shyness when he turns you around so you’re sitting on his chest, facing his cock. With a hand sliding up your back, Obi-Wan gently pushes you down until you’re forced to spread your legs and arch your back. You take a moment to gather yourself, puffing out a breath and washing the way the hairs around his cock move with it. 
Obi-Wan, however, needs no breather. He cups your backside and squeezes harshly. “You really should wear more traditional robes. I thought I was going to get myself killed today being distracted by you and your ass.” Language wise, it’s not the crudest thing he’s said to you tonight, but hearing Obi-Wan Kenobi admit he’s not above staring at your ass and getting turned on by it in the field makes you feel dirtier than ever. You spread your legs even further, and then nearly collapse on his chest at the feeling of his tongue licking a hot, wet line up your center before kissing your folds messily, teasing you. 
In response, you drag your tongue up the length of his cock, humming a happy sound when he twitches and pushes his hips up. When you take the head into your mouth, you drool all over it, making it messy immediately, coating it in spit and placing sweet kisses on the leaking slit. Obi-Wan moans against your cunt where he’s switching between dipping his tongue into you and sucking gently on your clit. You sink down, eyes watering the deeper you go. His cock is still perfect—filling up your mouth and tasting so good and being so pretty; taking it is just difficult enough to be a challenge, but not one that you don’t want to take on. Bobbing your head, you hollow your cheeks and hum around him as you press you hips back. You wonder if his face is getting as messy as yours is, dragging your lips off go him to sloppily jerk him off, using you other hand to drag your hair that’s now plastered to your wet cheeks away. 
You stop stroking him, but only to slide your hand down and cup his heavy looking balls, earning you the loudest groan you’ve gotten out of him yet. It’s almost like he’s more sensitive here than his actual cock. On a whim, you spit, foamy and warm, onto his balls before taking them in hand and rolling them in your palm, separating them with a thumb and massaging. An even louder sound is made against your cunt, so loud it vibrates against you and makes you gasp. Then, Obi-Wan closes his lips around your swollen clit and sucks so hard you see stars. It’s so overwhelming your body doesn’t know whether to push into or away from it, and you end up pushing up on Obi-Wan’s stomach, squirming and crying out, mouth hung open. 
He doesn’t let you go anywhere, though. With a durasteel grip on your thighs, Obi-Wan holds you down, keeping his mouth on your cunt, lifting his head when you try to shy away from him. He continues like this, sucking and licking and moaning, until you’re sure you’re about to make a mess and soak his beard entirely—and once again, he stops before you’re pushed over the edge. 
Your head’s still spinning when he gets himself out from under you and turns you around to face him; both of you kneeling on the bed. Obi-Wan brushes back your hair, cups your face in his hands, and pulls you in for a wet kiss, both of of you moaning at the taste of each other. When you reach for his jaw, you feel how wet his beard has become and mewl against his mouth. He tugs you closer, and his big cock rubs up against your shirt that you cannot believe you still have on, and separating from him for the one second you take to rip it off is torture. Now you feel his cock, hard and leaking, pressed against your tummy, making him let out the neediest sounds that go straight to your cunt, and so quickly it becomes not enough—you take him in hand and guide his cock between your legs, not inside of you, just stroking along your folds, soaking him and  grinding your cunt on his length. 
“Don’t tease me,” he gasps. He looks so fucking good like this—sweaty and disheveled with that one fucking hair hanging over his forehead—that you can’t deny him. You push him back on the bed and straddle him once more, but just as the head of his cock presses against you, his strong grip on your hips halts you from sinking down. Blinking, you look down at him and make a questioning noise. 
Obi-Wan looks at you just like he did in the briefing room. “Tell me you want it,” he says. 
“I want it,” you say automatically. 
“More.”
“Obi-Wan,” you whine, “Please, give me your cock. I want it so bad. I need you fuck me full of your cock.”
He lets you go, and your hips meet his with an obscene, wet noise. “Baby,” he groans, and you cry out at both the way he feels stuffing you full and at the new pet-name. You only sit on him like this for a few seconds before he sits up, making you feel even fuller, then he barrels you over so he’s on top, hiking your legs up to hook in the crooks of his elbows, staring down at you and panting. “Tight little pussy,” he groans. “Taking me so well—you look so pretty on my cock, darling. Is this what you wanted?”
You nod deliriously, bucking your hips to tempt him into moving, and he does, sliding out and back in far slower than you need him to. Still, at this angle, you can feel the hair above his cock drag rough and slow against your clit, so you arch you back and rake your nails down his. “Yes, yes,” you chant. “So bad.”
Obi-Wan picks up the pace, but just barely. “Is this what you imagined when I said you could use my sonic?”
Again, you nod, and he picks up speed.
“I could tell,” he murmurs, “You looked so shy, but I knew you’d have bent over the holo-table for me right then if I’d asked. Practically begging me to use your wet little pussy with the looks you were giving me.”
You had been so focused on the way Obi-Wan was looking at you in the briefing room you hadn’t given much thought to how you were looking at him. Perhaps you were giving him that kind of look; the kind that said you wanted him to spank you and come on your face. It wouldn’t have been inaccurate. He must take your lack of response as an admission, because he laughs and fucks you harder, finally pushing into you at the pace you need. You shake and moan, and he coos at you, “I know, baby,” before grabbing your hand and sucking the tips of three fingers in your mouth and then leading them down between your legs. “Touch yourself—give your needy fucking clit some attention. I want to feel your cunt throb on my cock.”
Doing as he says, you stroke and circle your clit the best you can as Obi-Wan fucks into you, slapping your hips together and moaning. With your free hand, you claw at his chest, groping one of his heaving pecs, which makes his hips stutter. The knot in your gut grows tighter and tighter, and the pulse between your legs becomes stronger and stronger until you can barely stand to keep moving your fingers, but you keep going, pushing yourself closer and closer to the edge, tightening your thighs around him, arching your back, chanting his name, “Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan.”
“That’s right, darling, come for me. Come all over this fat fucking cock,” he grits out, and just like the knots in your hair, he loosens the one in your stomach—and you come so hard you feel him wince with how fiercely you’re digging your nails into him. You curse and scream and quake as he doesn’t let up his thrusts, feeling as if he’s making your orgasm never-ending, until he buries himself deep one last time, and lets out the sexiest groan you’ve ever heard as he empties his balls inside of you, pumping you full of come. 
When Obi-Wan tries to slide out eventually, you don’t let him, and he doesn’t fight you. He only props himself up on one elbow and caresses your hair. “I think I’ll have to brush it again.”
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ps girlies i didn't proofread this so if that shows im so sorry LMFAO
also i prommy ill write the dad thing next ok u have my word
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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Obi Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | mention of death, near death experience, poison. Very long story!
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘖𝘣𝘪-𝘞𝘢𝘯 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
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The air was thick with humidity, the kind that clung to your skin and weighed down every breath. The dense jungle canopy above offered little reprieve, the sunlight filtering through in scattered beams that did nothing to lessen the oppressive heat. Leaves rustled as unseen creatures darted through the undergrowth, and the distant call of alien birds echoed through the humid air.
You wiped the sweat from your brow, glancing at Obi-Wan, who walked just ahead, his robes miraculously unruffled despite the sweltering conditions. His usual air of composure remained firmly in place, as if the jungle heat was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. It was infuriatingly impressive.
“I don’t understand how you’re not melting,” you quipped, brushing a low-hanging vine out of your path. “Or is that some secret Jedi technique you’ve been hiding from me all these years?”
Obi-Wan turned his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Perhaps if you focused more on your training, you’d know the answer,” he replied smoothly, his tone light but with just enough of a challenge to spark your competitive streak.
You scoffed, quickening your pace to walk alongside him. “If my training sessions had involved a sauna, maybe I’d have mastered it by now.”
Anakin, who was a few steps ahead, cast a glance over his shoulder, grinning. “Careful, Master. She might start besting you if you’re not careful.”
“Unlikely,” Obi-Wan said with mock seriousness, his gaze flicking toward you. “Though I must admit, her technique in the last skirmish was… unique.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin. “Unique? I saved your life, if I recall correctly.”
“You were reckless,” he retorted, though his tone lacked any real bite. “Charging ahead like that without backup—what would you have done if the situation had turned against you?”
“I trusted you to cover me,” you shot back, tilting your head at him. “And you did, didn’t you?”
Ahsoka, walking beside Anakin, let out a small laugh. “You two should just admit it already.”
Both you and Obi-Wan froze mid-step, exchanging wide-eyed looks before quickly resuming your stride as though nothing had happened.
“Admit what?” Obi-Wan asked, his voice carrying a forced note of confusion.
“That you’re—”
“Ahsoka,” Anakin interrupted, his grin widening. “Let’s not embarrass the grown-ups too much.”
Obi-Wan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in a rare show of exasperation. “Perhaps we should focus on the mission, rather than indulging in baseless speculation.”
“Right, the mission,” you said, trying to stifle a laugh. “Remind me, what are we calling this one? The ‘sweat ourselves to death in a jungle’ operation?”
“Not quite,” Obi-Wan replied dryly. “Though if you’d prefer to stay behind and let the rest of us handle the negotiations…”
“Oh, absolutely not,” you said quickly, your voice laced with mock indignation. “Someone needs to make sure you don’t bore the leaders to death with one of your lectures.”
“I’ll have you know my diplomacy is renowned,” Obi-Wan replied, his tone as prim as ever.
“And your sense of humor is nonexistent,” you shot back, smirking.
Anakin chuckled, shaking his head. “Master, I think she’s winning this round.”
Ahsoka grinned. “Definitely.”
Obi-Wan exhaled heavily, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. “I can see I’m outnumbered.”
“Get used to it, Master,” Anakin said, clapping him on the shoulder.
As the group pressed on, the tension in the air shifted slightly. Beneath the playful banter, there was an undeniable undercurrent between you and Obi-Wan—a connection neither of you dared to name but both felt deeply. Anakin and Ahsoka exchanged another knowing glance, their smirks suggesting they were all too aware of what you and Obi-Wan refused to admit.
Ahead, the jungle began to thin, revealing the distant silhouette of a village nestled among the trees. The mission to broker peace between the warring factions of Yradis Prime awaited, but for now, you allowed yourself a small moment to appreciate the camaraderie of your team—and the warmth that blossomed in your chest every time Obi-Wan’s gaze lingered on yours just a little too long.
The mission had gone better than expected—surprisingly so. The factions you were sent to mediate had not only agreed to the terms of peace but had been so grateful for the Jedi’s assistance that they insisted on a small celebration. A local elder offered your team a traditional drink as a gesture of goodwill, and while Anakin had been quick to down his in one gulp (earning a warning glare from Obi-Wan), you’d taken a polite sip, savoring its unique, earthy flavor.
The jungle heat clung to you even as you boarded the ship, its lingering effect making your head feel oddly heavy. You chalked it up to exhaustion, the toll of the mission weighing on you now that the adrenaline had faded. The ship hummed as it broke free of the planet’s atmosphere, the stars stretching into view as you made the jump to hyperspace.
But as the cool, recycled air of the ship enveloped you, the unease grew. The heat wasn’t fading. In fact, it seemed to intensify, creeping beneath your skin and spreading like a fire. You frowned, wiping at your forehead. You knew the interior of the ship was far from warm—it should have been a relief after the sweltering jungle—but your body refused to believe it.
From the corner of your eye, you noticed Obi-Wan watching you. He was leaning against the frame of the doorway, arms crossed, his usual calm and observant demeanor in place. But there was something in his gaze—a flicker of concern.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice low but steady.
You offered a faint smile, brushing his concern away with a wave of your hand. “I’m fine. Just… I think the jungle’s heat followed me.”
Obi-Wan didn’t look convinced. He stepped closer, his sharp blue eyes scanning your face as if searching for an answer you wouldn’t give.
“You don’t look fine,” he pressed, lowering his voice so the others wouldn’t hear. “You’re pale.”
“Pale? Me? Never.” You managed a weak chuckle, trying to deflect. “You know, Obi-Wan, you should really work on lightening up. All this worrying might give you wrinkles.”
He arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching with the faintest hint of a smile. “I’ve had wrinkles since I started mentoring Anakin.”
You laughed, the sound softer than usual, and leaned back against the bulkhead. The movement brought you closer to him, your shoulder brushing his arm. “And here I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to stress.”
“Stop deflecting,” Obi-Wan murmured, his voice dropping an octave. “If something’s wrong—”
“Nothing’s wrong,” you interrupted, though your voice lacked conviction. You let your gaze linger on his for a moment too long, the tension between you humming like a taut string. Since you were younglings training in the Temple, there had always been something unspoken between you—a magnetic pull neither of you could explain nor entirely resist. But the Jedi Code had always loomed over you, its strict tenets forbidding attachments of any kind.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you said softly, your tone teasing despite the growing discomfort in your body.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to kiss me.”
His sharp intake of breath was almost imperceptible, but you caught it. For a split second, his composure cracked, and you saw the war raging within him—his longing at odds with the unyielding discipline of the Jedi.
“Stop it,” he murmured, his voice rougher now, tinged with something dangerously close to desperation. “You know it’s not allowed.”
You smiled faintly, leaning closer, feeling the heat radiating off your own skin. “Since when has that stopped you from looking at me like this?”
Before he could answer, the ship jolted slightly as it docked back on Coruscant. The moment broke, and Obi-Wan stepped back, his mask of control firmly in place once more. You sighed, pushing off the wall and falling into step with the others as the group disembarked.
The walk to the Jedi Council chambers was brief, but each step felt heavier than the last. The heat inside you had reached a fever pitch, your body clamoring for relief that wouldn’t come. Sweat beaded on your forehead, and the edges of your vision blurred.
As the team stood before the Council, giving their report, you fought to maintain your composure. Obi-Wan’s voice was a steady drone beside you, but the words barely registered. The room tilted slightly, and you blinked rapidly, trying to shake the haze clouding your mind.
“...and that’s when we intervened,” Obi-Wan said, his voice steady and assured. But when he glanced at you, his words faltered. “Are you—?”
The question never reached your ears. Your knees buckled, and the world tilted violently as darkness crept in.
You barely registered Obi-Wan’s voice calling your name, a rare note of panic slicing through his usual calm. Strong arms caught you before you hit the ground, cradling you as your consciousness slipped away.
When you woke again, the bright lights of the Jedi healer’s ward burned your eyes, and the steady murmur of voices filtered through the haze.
“She’s been poisoned,” one of the healers was saying. “It’s slow-acting, but without an antidote—”
“That’s not an option,” Obi-Wan’s voice cut in, sharp and unyielding. “We’ll find it.”
Your head lolled to the side, and through the haze, you saw him standing near the bedside, his expression carved from stone. But his eyes… his eyes were anything but calm. They were filled with fear, raw and unguarded, as they locked onto yours.
“Obi…” you whispered weakly, but the word dissolved into the darkness as unconsciousness claimed you once more.
When you stirred again, you felt a gentle hand brushing damp strands of hair from your forehead. The touch was warm but tentative, as if its owner feared their presence might break you.
“Obi-Wan…” you murmured again, your voice cracking.
“I’m here,” he replied, his voice soft but steady, though the undercurrent of worry was unmistakable. He leaned closer, his sharp blue eyes scanning your face for any sign of improvement. “I’m here.”
His hand lingered, his fingers ghosting along your hairline. Your skin was burning to the touch, the sweat clinging to you a testament to your fevered state. He didn’t like seeing you this way. It twisted something deep inside him, something he couldn’t name—because naming it would make it real.
Fear.
It clawed at his chest, but he forced himself to tamp it down. Fear led to panic, and panic led to recklessness. Recklessness, he knew too well, was a path to the dark side. He repeated this to himself like a mantra, willing his mind to remain clear, even as his heart rebelled.
Minutes ticked by. Maybe hours. You drifted in and out of consciousness, each time waking to find him still there. He hadn’t moved from your side. And when no one else was in the room, when it was just the two of you, he allowed himself moments of tenderness he would never show in front of the others. His hand would rest on yours, his thumb brushing soft circles against your knuckles, or he’d quietly murmur reassurances, as much for himself as for you.
“Do you remember anything?” he asked during one of these moments, his voice calm, measured. “When this might have happened? Who might have done this?”
You shook your head weakly, the motion draining what little energy you had. “I don’t know…” you whispered. “I didn’t feel… anything strange… until the ship.”
Obi-Wan frowned, frustration flickering in his expression. He was a Jedi Master, trained to see every angle, every possibility. But now, as he looked at you, pale and fragile before him, he felt powerless.
Your condition worsened faster than anyone had anticipated. The healers worked tirelessly, but their prognosis grew grimmer with each passing hour. The poison was unlike anything they had encountered, and without the antidote, their treatments were only delaying the inevitable.
You woke again, this time to the sound of Obi-Wan pacing near the foot of your bed. He stopped the moment your eyes fluttered open, rushing back to your side.
“You’re awake,” he said, relief softening his voice. He leaned over, his hand finding yours again. His touch grounded you, even as the fever raged on.
For the first time, you noticed the lines of exhaustion etched into his face, the weight of his worry bearing down on him like a physical burden. You knew he hadn’t left your side, and yet… you felt the end creeping closer.
“Obi-Wan,” you began, your voice rasping, each word a struggle.
“Don’t,” he interrupted, his tone sharper than intended. “Save your strength. The healers—”
“The healers can’t do anything,” you said, cutting him off. Your gaze met his, steady despite the weakness in your body. “I know it. You know it.”
He started to protest, but you squeezed his hand weakly, silencing him. “Listen to me,” you whispered. “If this is the end… I can’t leave without saying it.”
His breath hitched, the resolve in his eyes wavering. “Don’t—”
“I love you,” you said, the words falling from your lips like a truth long overdue. Tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t care. “I’ve loved you since we were children. And if this is it, I need you to know.”
The silence that followed was deafening. Obi-Wan’s jaw tightened, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“This isn’t the end,” he said, his voice cracking despite his best efforts. “You’ll recover. You have to.”
“Obi-Wan,” you said softly, your hand brushing his cheek. His restraint broke for a moment as he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing.
“This is why attachments are forbidden,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “Because losing you… I—” He stopped, unable to finish the thought. “Don’t do this,” he said, his voice barely audible. “Not now. Not like this.”
“I just… I needed you to know.”
His hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear. “I can’t… I won’t accept this as the end,” he said, his voice breaking. “Do you hear me? This isn’t the end.”
The depth of his emotions was written all over his face, in the way his gaze softened as he looked at you, in the way his hand lingered on your cheek. And yet, you saw the struggle within him, the Jedi Code warring with the man beneath it.
In the quiet of the room, he pressed a trembling kiss to your forehead, lingering for just a moment before pulling away. He stood, his shoulders stiff, his mask of control slipping back into place.
“I’ll find the antidote,” he said, his tone resolute. “No matter what it takes.”
And with that, he turned and left the room, the door hissing shut behind him. But you caught the look in his eyes before he walked away—grief, love, and a determination that could move mountains.
When Anakin had suggested that Obi-Wan remain by your side while he and Ahsoka retrieved the antidote, Obi-Wan had refused, shaking his head with uncharacteristic frustration.
“I can’t just sit here while she’s…” His voice cracked, but he quickly composed himself. “I need to help.”
Anakin had nodded, understanding the weight of his former Master’s words, but it was Ahsoka who spoke next, offering a solution. “Then I’ll stay with her,” she said firmly. “You two go. I’ll keep her safe.”
Obi-Wan hesitated, torn between the need to act and the guilt of leaving you in such a fragile state. But Ahsoka’s steady gaze reassured him. She was strong, capable. He gave a reluctant nod before he and Anakin departed, disappearing into the shuttle that would take them back to the poisoned planet.
In their absence, your condition worsened. The poison spread faster than the healers had anticipated, its effects ravaging your body. Breathing became a laborious effort, each inhale like dragging air through a sieve. Staying conscious was even harder, and every time your eyelids fluttered shut, Ahsoka’s voice pulled you back.
“Stay with me,” she urged, sitting at your side, her hands wrapped gently around one of yours. She tried to distract you, sharing stories of her missions with Anakin, even teasing Obi-Wan’s stoic demeanor. But her words couldn’t reach the part of you that knew the truth. You were dying.
Your chest felt heavy, and the room seemed to dim around the edges. Even Ahsoka’s presence began to feel distant, her voice fading into the hum of the infirmary’s machinery.
Hours passed.
When Obi-Wan and Anakin’s ship finally touched down on Coruscant, Obi-Wan didn’t wait for the engines to cool. Clutching the small vial of antidote, he sprinted through the corridors of the medical facility, his cloak billowing behind him.
His chest tightened as he approached the infirmary doors, the knot in his stomach twisting further with each step. He shoved the doors open, his gaze darting frantically to your bed—and the scene before him froze him in place.
Doctors crowded around you, their voices sharp and urgent, the beeping monitors blaring in alarm. But the sound that shattered him was the long, flat tone that followed.
“No…” The word escaped Obi-Wan’s lips, barely a whisper.
A medic noticed him, rushing over. “Do you have the antidote?”
The question snapped him out of his daze. His hands trembled as he handed over the vial, his mind reeling. The doctor swiftly administered the antidote, but Obi-Wan barely registered the action. His gaze was locked on your still form as the medical team worked tirelessly to revive you.
“Come on,” one of the doctors muttered under their breath as they applied another jolt of electricity to your chest. Your body arched slightly before falling limp again.
“Again,” another ordered.
Obi-Wan felt like he was suffocating, his breaths shallow and uneven. He gripped the doorframe, willing his legs to move, but he couldn’t. All he could do was watch as the healers continued their desperate attempts, his heart sinking with each passing second.
Minutes dragged on like hours. Then, finally, the lead doctor lowered their hands, signaling the others to stop.
The silence that followed was deafening.
One of the medics turned to Obi-Wan, their expression heavy with sorrow. “I’m sorry… We’ve done all we can.”
Obi-Wan stared at them, his mind struggling to process the words. No. No, that can’t be right. She’s not gone. She can’t be.
His legs finally moved, carrying him to your side as if in a trance. The room felt distant, his surroundings muted, as though he were underwater. His ears rang, his vision blurred. None of it felt real.
He reached for your hand, his own trembling as his fingers wrapped around yours. Your skin was still warm, but the absence of life was undeniable.
“Y/N…” he whispered, his voice breaking. His other hand cradled your cheek, his thumb brushing over your still lips. “Please… don’t leave me. Please.”
His heart ached with a pain he couldn’t name, a hollow, wrenching sensation that seemed to pull him apart from the inside. He lowered his forehead to yours, his tears falling freely now.
“I should have been here,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I should have stayed. I should have protected you.”
The weight of his grief was unbearable, pressing down on him like the force of a collapsing star. He thought of all the times he’d held himself back, the moments he’d suppressed his feelings in the name of duty, of the Jedi Code. And now, those unsaid words, those unexpressed emotions, felt like a betrayal.
His hand tightened around yours as his shoulders shook. “You can’t be gone,” he said, his voice trembling. “I won’t— I can’t let you go.”
For a moment, it was as though the universe itself paused, holding its breath. Then, beneath his palm, he felt it—a faint, weak flutter.
Obi-Wan froze, his eyes widening as he lifted his head. He pressed his fingers to your wrist, and there it was again. A pulse. Faint, fragile, but there.
“She’s alive!” Obi-Wan’s voice rang out, raw and desperate. “Get back here! She’s alive!”
The doctors rushed back into the room, their shock quickly replaced by urgency as they resumed their efforts. Obi-Wan stepped back, his hands still trembling, but now with hope.
As the antidote began to take effect, the flatline on the monitor wavered, then gave way to a weak, steady rhythm. Obi-Wan’s breath hitched, his hand covering his mouth as relief crashed over him like a tidal wave.
You weren’t gone. Not yet.
And as he watched you begin to fight your way back to him, Obi-Wan swore to himself that he would never leave your side again.
Later that evening, you remained in the same medical bed, though your condition was far improved. The pallor of your skin had been replaced by a healthy flush, and your chest rose and fell with steady, even breaths. Your heart, once silenced, now beat with a resolute rhythm, a testament to your resilience. Though you were still weak and would need days to fully recover, you were alive—and that was all that mattered.
Ahsoka and Anakin had visited earlier, their relief palpable as they lingered by your side, sharing lighthearted banter to lift your spirits. But eventually, they left, leaving you alone with Obi-Wan.
He sat beside your bed, his back straight and hands clasped tightly in his lap, as though trying to maintain his usual composure. But something about him felt different. His silence was heavy, laden with emotions you couldn’t quite place, and his eyes held a faraway look, as though haunted by memories he couldn’t escape.
You watched him for a long moment, the quiet between you stretching unbearably. Finally, you spoke, your voice soft but steady.
“Hey…” you said gently. “What’s on your mind?”
His head turned toward you, but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, his gaze searched your face, as though reassuring himself that you were truly there. Even then, he didn’t meet your eyes.
“You don’t have to say it,” you added softly. “I can feel it. You’re hurting.”
His jaw tightened, and for a long moment, he remained silent. Then, finally, his voice came, low and raw.
“You died.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and unyielding.
“For a moment, you were gone,” he continued, his voice trembling ever so slightly. “And there was nothing I could do to stop it. Nothing I could—” He stopped abruptly, as if the words themselves were too painful to speak aloud.
You reached for his hand, your fingers weak but determined, and he startled slightly at your touch.
“But I’m back,” you said, your voice soft but firm. “And I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.”
You offered him a small, hopeful smile, but he didn’t return it. Instead, his expression darkened, his brows drawing together in anguish.
“If you had been truly gone,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, “I would have never had the chance to tell you.”
You blinked, your heart skipping a beat. “Tell me what?”
He finally met your gaze then, and the sheer intensity in his eyes made your breath catch.
“That I love you.”
The words were quiet but powerful, spoken with a vulnerability you had never seen in him before. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he forced himself to continue.
“I’ve tried to deny it for so long. Tried to bury it, to convince myself that it was just a fleeting attachment. But it’s not. It never has been.” He exhaled shakily, his hand tightening around yours. “You are my strength. My anchor. You keep me grounded, remind me of who I am… who I want to be.”
Your heart swelled, tears stinging your eyes as you listened to him pour his heart out.
“Obi-Wan…” you began, but he cut you off, his voice growing firmer.
“And yet, I’ve been a coward,” he said, his tone laced with self-reproach. “I’ve hidden behind the Code, behind duty, because it was easier than facing the truth. But seeing you like that today—lifeless, slipping away—it made me realize that I can’t keep running from this. From you.”
He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching yours as his voice softened. “I love you, and I don’t care what the Code says. I won’t lose you again.”
Tears spilled down your cheeks, but you smiled through them, your heart full. “I love you too, Obi-Wan. I always have.”
The tension between you melted away, replaced by a warmth that seemed to envelop the room. Slowly, hesitantly, he brought his hand to your cheek, his touch as gentle as a whisper. His thumb brushed away a stray tear, and then, without another word, he leaned in.
The kiss was tender at first, a hesitant meeting of lips that spoke of years of unspoken longing. But as the moment deepened, so did the kiss, growing in passion and intensity. It was a silent promise, a vow to face whatever lay ahead together, no matter the consequences.
When you finally pulled apart, your foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling.
“What happens now?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Obi-Wan’s lips quirked into a faint smile, the first you had seen from him since your recovery.
“Now,” he said softly, “we take it one step at a time. Together.”
And in that moment, for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of the galaxy seemed to lift, leaving only the two of you and the love you shared.
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tessxblxckthorn · 18 days ago
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i just realised that the next time leia sees obi-wan he gets killed and i am not well.
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thesassypadawan · 10 months ago
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So Uncivilized (Master Obi-Wan x FemPadawanReader)
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Summary: After a long mission all Obi wants is a good rest. Too bad that will have to wait. You ‘accidently’ left something of yours in his sleep couch…and got your poor master all hot and bothered. Oppsies!
Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. Panties, masturbation, some good time riding, and Obi’s big, fat cock. Padawan reader is of age.
Notes: A little something for @fluentlyspeakingtreason! It was truly a pleasure to write this! As soon as I read your ask, I knew exactly what do! I had a lot of fun with it, cannot not emphasize that enough!  Hope you like it! 💙
Sighing heavily, Obi-Wan plopped down on his sleep couch. It had been a long mission and, what felt like, an even longer debriefing with the council. All he had craved from the moment he set foot back on Coruscant was a good rest and, finally, he was able to do so.
Having stripped down to nothing, he pulled back the covers and was met by the very ‘interesting’ surprise of…your panties.
True, a master shouldn’t know what their padawan wears beneath those robes. However you had, on more than one occasion, forgotten them in the fresher after you were done. Leaving Obi flushed in the face, head full of ‘thoughts’, and, well, painfully hard.
Despite all of that, he never dared act on these ‘thoughts’. Always pretending he didn’t see them and, to his great dismay, letting them remain behind. Because of the whole jedi code, you being his padawan, and what not.
That is until today though…
Not sure whether it was the lack of sleep, temptation getting the best of him, or maybe both. Either way, Obi-Wan found himself taking the small, lacey pair into his hands. Bringing them to his face and…
He groaned as he inhaled your heavenly scent. Mouth watering as he lapped at the tacky spot of your arousal that you so kindly gifted to him. “Maker, you’re a sweet one.”
Once they were licked clean, he wrapped them around his hard cock. Eyes closing as he began to pump himself. Imagining how your face would contort in ecstasy, while he pounded into you. How you would clench around him, head thrown back as you begged for…
“I’ve been looking for those!”
Obi’s eyes snapped open in surprise. He had been so caught up in his fantasy that he didn’t even hear the door sliding open. “Little one, I… Well, you see… Why are you naked?”
Rolling your eyes at him, you giggled softly. “Obviously because I couldn’t find my panties. Come on, master, I thought you were smarter than that.”
“I-I-I…” Was all he could manage to stutter out. He was flustered beyond belief. Face on fire from embarrassment. Cock twitching at the fact that you caught him in such a deprave act.
“Anyway,” you purred, snatching your lingerie off him. “Thanks for keeping them warm for me.”
Winking playfully, you kissed his oozing tip and turned to leave. But were stopped when…
“And where do you think you’re going?” Obi-Wan growled, an iron grip on your wrist.
He watched as a mischievous grin crossed your face. “I was going to put some clothes on. You know since I found my panties.”
“Oh no, you don’t.” Grasping your hips firmly, he pulled you down on top of him. Crashing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. Forcing your knees on either side of his thighs.
“You’ve misbehaved, padawan of mine.” He reached between your bodies. Taking hold of himself and placing his fat head at your already soaked entrance. “And you’re not leaving here until you’ve been thoroughly punished.”
“Is that so?” You cooed, grinding your hips into him nice and slow. “Prove it then.”
He merely smirked and with a subtle persuasion of the force, Obi had you slowly sinking down on his impressive length. Stretching out your pussy as he made you take girthy inch after girthy inch. Until he bottomed out.
“Master,” you happily mewled, rubbing the slight bulge in your stomach. “So big, master.”
“Darling,” he scolded, large hand grazing over your little bump. “This is punishment, not enjoyment. Do you understand?”
He felt you squirm under his touch. “Yes, master,” you whimpered, giving a slight nod as you bit your lip.
“Excellent.” His arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “Now be my good girl and take everything I give you.”
Snapping his hips, Obi-Wan slammed up into you. Making your cry out in pleasure, already desperately clamping down on him.
“So tight.” Using his hands, he moved you up and down. “So wet.” Bucking wildly, hitting that perfect spot deep inside of you. “And so naughty.”
He was bouncing you on his cock by this point. Hips thrusting at a ruthless pace as he lifted you effortlessly. Bullying and bruising your cervix over and over.
“M-Master,” you whined, your walls fluttering around him. “I’m so c-close…”
“Already?” Obi grunted, his hips beginning to falter. “All right, dear one, you may… cum.”
Tugging you down hard on his cock, he somehow buried himself even deeper. Groaning as you clenched him wonderfully, while he stuffed your pussy deliciously full of his hot cum.
“Well then,” he chuckled, noticing the satisfied smile you wore. “You certainly looked pleased with yourself.”
“You bet ya,” you giggled, pressing a fiery kiss to his lips. “Think I’ll have to misplace my panties more often.”
“So uncivilized,” Obi-Wan growled, emphasizing his point with a good, hard thrust.
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meshla-cyarika · 5 months ago
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I've had writer's block for my favourite fic for weeks now and it's actually killing me.
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cartasforeddie · 1 year ago
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bf material
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gamergoddess003 · 11 months ago
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True 😂
(P.s ……..why do they both have to be so damn beautiful 🫠)
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