#Obi wan x male!reader

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Young Obi-Wan falling in love with his best friend so he tries to be with him most of the time

Yes I love this!

They were friends from the very beginning and grew up together in the temple. Eventually, after being put with their masters, they began seeing each other less, but that just meant every time they did see each other they made the most of their time together.

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Honestly this fits with Obi-Wan and my OC Dorne.

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Obi wan getting fucked in the jedi council room by his tall buff bf

He clings to you desperately as you sandwich him between the wall and your body, legs wrapped around your waist as you rut into him, the sting of your cock stretching him out finally giving way to pleasure.

It was a stupid, reckless move that could have you both stripped of your titles and turned out onto the streets, but after so long apart you could hardly wait, kisses quickly growing harsh, hands sliding under clothes until you were pushing inside and Obi-wan was muffling his moans into your shoulder. He had forgotten how big you were, your frame completely swallowing him, your hands wrapped around his thighs making him feel so small, helping him move as his body rocks in your hold.

He should care more - anyone could walk in, but how could he when you were fucking him so deeply, making galaxies burst behind his eyelids as you mutter praises into the space between you. 

Obi-wan can’t find the thoughts to translate into words, only able to chant please please please, nails biting into your skin as he tries to ground himself, scratching down your back and leaving marks that later will have him embarrassed and murmuring apologies, face blushing a brilliant pink as you lean in and encourage him to make some more.

[burning-omen]

Kinktober day 8: Window sex + Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x male!reader

Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 9

Summary: you and obi-wan were always so busy, you made sure to always make time for him though.

Warning: voyurism, errors to be fixed later

Staring out your apartment window, you had a perfect view of the entrance, people coming and going on their speeders, packages being delivered by droids, and the few people who walked around instead of driving rushing passed the entrance as to not bother the dooman. Obi-Wan had arrived a couple of minutes ago, he’d given you a look from the ground floor, entirely unserious and relaxed as he headed into the building.

After a couple more seconds you heard a knock from the door.

“It’s unlocked, Obi-Wan.”

The door slid open, he stepped inside with a smile.

“Y/n.” he breathed in relief. “I was…surprised to see you back so soon.”

You turned away from the window and to the man standing in your living room.

“It wasn't the same without you.”

He sighed, “You know I wanted to go.”

“I don't question that, I know you did.”

You stepped closer to him, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“You deserve a break more than anybody I know..”

“I couldn't leave Anakin, as the twins grow older he's starting to realize why he was such a pain to deal with.”

You laughed, you've been around for much of Anakins life, ever since he was first assigned to Obi-Wan, you've watched him grow from a tiny, pain-in-the-ass child, to a even bigger pain-in-the-ass adult. You loved him though, even if your relationship with the man wasn't as strong as it was when you were still with the Jedi, you still considered him a close friend.

“Do you think Anakin can manage a couple of days without you?” your question hid another as you ran your hand through Obi-Wan’s hair, you knew that Anakin was mostly capable of taking care of the twins himself, the real question was ‘will you stay with me?’

“Of course,” he said with a smile, quickly closing the already small gap between the two of you, a small smile on his lips as he pressed them against yours.

Tangling your hands in his hair- its getting long again, you thought- softly pressing your body against his. He responded in kind, placing his hands on your waist to keep you against him.

He took a step forward, and you took one back. He kept going until your back was up against the wall. He was never rough or frantic, always seeming to know what to do with his hands. Even when you flipped so that he was against the wall instead of you, he dragged his fingers from around your waist up your chest, then back down, settling them in the waistline of your pants.

You didn't comment, kissing him again and again until he was really breathless. You ran your hands down his side, listening to his shallow breathing for a short moment before grabbing his belt and turning him by it until his chest was pressed against the wall. Bringing you hands to his back, running them over his pristine robes, past his belt, and to his ass, squeezing tightly, he jumped, then laughed, then rested his head against the wall.

“Y/n, the curtains are still open..”

Snaking you hands up under his tunic, then down his pants you hummed.

“So they are.”

“You’re not going to close them?”

“Not unless you want me to, do you want me to?”

He stood there for a moment, staring at the ground.”

“No.” He said, so sure of himself.

“No?” You asked.

“No.”

“Then..may I try something?”

He breathed in deeply.

“Yes.”

You guided him over to the window, you hands on his shoulder, then running them down his arms until your hand found his, raising them above the his head and pressing them against the window.

He looked at you over his shoulder, his eye brow raised.

“Here?”

“Is that okay?”

He looked out and saw the same things you had earlier, the people, the droids, the speeders. A grin rose on his face.

“Well if you insist.” He said in that teasing tone of his.

You laughed, “Well alright then.”

You continued on, you arms around him, trailing your hand along his belt, finding the familiar clasp amd undoing it before letting the belt fall to the floor. You brought his arms down for a short moment to remove his robe, now bare from the waist up, his breathing picked up.

“Still okay, Kenobi?”

He breathed out slowly, a small grin forming on his face, “Yes, I'm just…excited, is all.”

“Good.”

Slipping your hands down his pants again, you took his half hard cock in your hand, stroking him slowly, listening to his low pants, breath fogging the cold window. You didn't stop until he was fully hard and leaking in your hand, his mouth agape as he tried to steady his heavy breathing.

“Are you ready, Obi-Wan?”

“For- For what?” He said, his heart still pounding.

You leaned in close, until your chest was pressed against his back.

“To let them see you of course,”

He paused, enjoying your warm body on him in your practically freezing apartment.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

You didn't waste another second pulling his pants from his waist and fall, still partially held up by his boots, but that was closer to his ankles than anything.

Feeling every bit of his bare body that you could, watching his reaction in the reflection of the window, his eyes barely open, fluttering closed every few seconds.

“Stop teasing me and get on with it.”

“Be patient, love.”

“You make it hard.”

“I know, just a little more, love..”

With one hand on his stomach, you used the other to make quick work of stretching his hole. Pressing two fingers in at the very start, watching his reflection as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Holding the tips of your fingers against his walls, spreading them slightly until his hole resisted too much, listening to him pant and moan, chest pressed against the glass. Trying not to focus on the possible onlookers below, he turned to you, watching your face over his shoulder.

“Almost done, don't worry.”

“I- know you well enough- Ah- not to be.”

You pulled your fingers out slowly, drawing out a long moan from him.

“Are you ready?”

He nodded hard, nearly smacking his forehead on the window.

“Alright, try to relax.”

“I am rel- Ah, mhh-”

You breathed heavily, “I told you to relax.”

Through labored breath and little moans, he muttered something you couldn't hear, but you let him be.

It didn't take you long to find a good pace with the man, thus wasn't anything new for either of you, you've been lovers for years and friends even longer, you knew what felt good and what didn't. And by the way Obi-Wan’s eyes are rolling into the back of his skull you figured he's feeling very good.

You pulled his hips back to match each one of your thrust. Low moans and hard panting breath filled the room quickly. He tried to keep his eyes off the ground below but it was far too tempting of a sight, staring down things seemed to be exactly as they were before, with the addition of a man, standing all the way down there, mouth hanging open as he peered straight into your window.

“Y/n- I- there’s someone- they’re down there.”

You paused for a second, looking over his shoulder, just as he said , there was someone down there. You made eye contact with the man for a moment, he wasn’t nearly close enough for you to make out any of his features, but you could feel his eyes on yours. You grin grew wide as an idea formulated. Leaning down, you whispered in his ear,

“Would you like to give him a show, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-wan, always so calculated in everything he did, nodded after a moment consideration.

You breathed out slow, running your hands up Obi-wan’s chest, resting around his neck for a short moment.

“You’re wonderful, Obi-wan.”

You didn’t give him a moment to fawn before you started thrusting into him at a rapid pace, the sudden abuse making him moan and cry out at the same time. His hips nearly his the glass with each thrust, his cock, red and leaking, pressing against the glass, leaving while streaks in its wake.

He said your name like a prayer, loudly and quietly. Taking his breath out of his lungs with every gentle, contradictory touch of your hands, and every harsh thrust.

Keeping himself upright was a challenge but being squished between you and the glass helped. His mind was swimming in pleasure, only further amplified by the on looker below, who has yet to move.

“I think he likes you.”

“Ha- likes you too then, considering..”

His words were slurred and imprecise, but you understood him well enough to know that in some way, he was teasing you. Moans over took whatever he attempted to say as his eyes flew open suddenly, his body convulsing as high pitched moans rang through the room. Cum splattered onto the clear glass window, slowly dripping down, and even though you loved Obi-Wan and would like to let him rest after cumming, especially now as he seemed to be riding it out slow, but you really didn’t want to have to clean dried cum off the window, the crevices of the window sill, and the floor, so you sped up, you hips hitting his ass at a bruising pace, his body was practically limp between you and the glass, letting you reign over him.

Your reign didn’t last long, shoving your cock deep inside as you came, he whined, leaning back to rest his head on your shoulder.

“Obi-wan?”

Nothing.

“Love?”

Nothing again.

“Do you want me to go lie down?”

He nodded.

You laughed for a moment before pulling out and hoisting the man up into your arms, making your way over to your bedroom. Having nearly forgotten about your admirer. Leaving a tired Obi-Wan in you bed, pressing a long kiss on his sleeping cheek before heading back out to clean up the mess that has accumulated in the living room.

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Short clone wars era fic idea:

Ftm passes out bc he wore his binder during battle. Anakin, not knowing what happened, panics and takes Y/n to Obi-Wan bc he always knows what to do. Obi-Wan uses his lightsaber to cut his shirt and binder to breathe.

Obi-wan, holding y/n's head in his lap: are you okey, darling?

Y/N: yeah, now that I can breathe and see you ;)

Anakin in the corner of the tent: WHAT THE FU-

UNCONSCIOUS​

WARNINGS: Unsafe binding practices, nothing more else to warn about​

A/N: Hope you like it :)​

The war was raging on and it looked like there was no stop or pause insight. There was no time for break and I made the unfortunate mistake of putting on my binder to help ease my dysphoria, but before I had time to take it off, I was whisked off to battle. I know I would pay for my mistake, but I swore an oath to protect my planet from evil and I was going to protect them from it even if it meant my death. Speaking of death, I felt like, but I still pushed on. It was

13:00, and I started feeling worse. I knew something was wrong, so I started to retreat, but before I could get back across to my territory, my head started pounding and the outside of my vision was going black. Then everything went black.

I was fighting alongside my old friend Y/n when I notice them to start retreat from enemy territory. I kept fighting, but kept an eye on them. They seemed off the last day and I was worried. As I finished off my enemy, I notice Y/n collapsed in the grass. Running over to them, I try to get their attention but there was no response. I get over to them and realise he’s unconscious. I quickly pick him up and retreat as I retreat, not knowing who to take him to. I take him to Obi Wan. He always knows what to do, and he had plenty good at treating ailment and wounds. I made it back to camp and went straight to Obi’s tent. Thank god he was in there. 

“Obi, help.” 

“What happened?” He asks, taking in everything. 

“I don’t know. We were fighting, and I saw him retreat and next thing I know, he’s unconscious in the grass.” I say as I place Y/n down on the cot. I move out of the way and let Obi examine him.

“It doesn’t like he has any wounds.” I nod and continue watching him. He life Y/n shirt and I see a cropped black top of sort.

“Theirs the problem, god y/n how could you be so stupid?” 

“Whats going on?”

“Anakin, give me your knife.” I take my knife from the sheath and hand it to him. He cuts his shirt and the top underneath it.

“Anakin, I need you to get a new shirt for y/n. I got it from here.”

“Ok.” I say before quickly taking my leave.

I pick up Y/n’s head and laying his head in my lap. I can’t believe he wore his binder during battle. We talked about this. We both knew it was dangerous. I don’t know why he would wear it when he knew it was dangerous. I sigh and run my hands through his hair. I sit with his head in my lap, thinking for a couple of minutes before I say,

“Y/n, what am i gonna do with you?” Not expecting a response. 

“Beat my ass.”

“Oh thank god, you’re awake. Are you okay? How do you feel?”

“I feel better now that I can breathe and see your handsome face?” 

“What the fuck?” We look up to see Anakin holding the shirt he was sent to get in his hand. 

“Since when have you guys been a thing?” He asks, not waiting for us to react to his previous comment.

“For a while.” I say.

“Why wasn’t I told?”

“We thought you knew.” Y/n days.

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t have a clue,” “

“Now you know, Ani.” I say.  

“I’ve been wanting you guys to get together for years.”

Y/n laughs at his comment, but quickly stops and groans in pain.

“That hurts.”

“Thats what you get for wearing your binder during a battle.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know don’t need to remind me off my bad decisions.”

“Ooh, so that’s what that was.”

“Also guess you know that now, too.” Y/n says.

“Yeah, I do. But I assure you have no problem with either things. Also, here’s a new shirt.”

“Glad to hear.” Y/n replies. I let out a quiet hum as I listen to the exchange.

“I think Y/n needs to get some more rest and I’m sure you need to rest too, so why don’t you head back to your tent for a bit before heading back out?”

“I’ll get going. I could use the rest. Alright, bye Obi, bye Y/n. See you guys later.”

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Being Ahsoka Tano’s best friend would include

Pairings: Ahsoka Tano x reader

Imagine: being Obi-Wan’s padawan and Ahsoka’s best friend

Warnings: idk, Ahsoka leaving the order (I swear I can’t watch those episodes bc I cry every damn time, not because she’s leaving the order but bc she leaves people who care for her)

A/N I love Ahsoka and it’s a wonder I haven’t written anything for her before, but here I am writing for my fav girl so I hope someone out there will enjoy this <3

Becoming friends as soon as you both met, which was when you were still in training to become a padawan, which means you grew up with each other

You’d study with eachother

Hype eachother up if one of you is feeling sad or stressed, literally just helping eachother with emotions and anything in general

Ahsoka running to you filled with excitement to tell you she’s becoming a padawan and her master will be the one and only Anakin Skywalker

You doing the same to Ahsoka when you found out your master will be the one and only Obi-Wan Kenobi

Gossiping with each other

Getting in trouble together

Pranking people together with Fives, Waxer, Boil and a few others, you tried once to prank Cody, lesson learned you will never prank Cody again, he wasn’t to happy to have his helmet filled with blue and orange glitter (he still can find glitter to this day)

Obi-Wan now has to deal with three children (you, Anakin and Ahsoka) while Cody has to deal with more than five children (You, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, Waxer, Boil…)

Did I mention getting in trouble together

Being another headache for the Jedi council and those who tries to protect you both and those trying to keep you out of trouble

Training your lightsaber skills with each other, being an excellent match because you always end up even because by know you know every move the other will make

Calling each other names that you hate just for the fun of it

If anyone else were to call either you or Ahsoka those names you would both go into protective mood, no one gets to call you two that but you two

Always defending and protecting each other, if it is when you get in trouble with the council or when you fight for example General Grievous doesn’t matter

I hate to write it down but sadly I think I need too after all it is a big part of Ahsoka’s life. When Ahsoka gets accused of the bombing I believe you would 100% side with her, you’re best fiends siblings after all and you always have each others backs. You try to help her prove her innocence but it didn’t go exactly as planned. We all know what happens and so when she decided to leave you were heartbroken, you couldn’t care less about the order you only cared about Ahsoka. You knew it was what she wanted so you let her go but you were still sad over it, and selfishly tried to convince her to stay because you didn’t want to be without her, after all you were practically siblings and grew up with each other. In the end she told you it was for the best and that she didn’t trust the order anymore, she’d always trust you and she did try to keep in contact with you but it was hard with the ongoing war

Then comes the times in the order without Ahsoka, and if I’m being honest I think you would kinda mope around when you thought no one was looking becasue you missed your best friend so much, your bad days become even worse because you didn’t have Ahsoka to cheer you up, but you managed as did Ahsoka who missed you as much as you missed her

I believe Obi-Wan would do his best to comfort you even though he knew as well as you that it would never be the same as Ahsoka comforting you and cheering you up, but he did his best, and that’s all you could of asked for

Anakin and you probably talked about Ahsoka a lot with eachother or avoided the topic all together

However Plo Koon talked to you about Ahsoka all the time

Skip to Ahsoka coming back with Bo-Katan to save Mandalore from Maul (why does autocorrect keep wanting to change his name to Mail), you convinced your master to let you come with Ahsoka, and so a new adventure started for the two of you

Then there’s order 66 and you, Ahsoka and Rex barely escaped

You and Ahsoka stuck together after that never leaving each other sides scared you would lose eachother again let’s not forget you got frequent calls from Rex and Obi-Wan talked to you sometimes through the force (but not much he was in hiding after all and so were you)

[demontonic]

Obi wan with a bf who infodumps a lot?

OKAY IM GONNA DO THIS FIRST CUZ ITS GONNA BE LIKE REALLY SHORT

you would be the first guy hes with

hes pretty shy at first but youre just so excited about someone finally showing interests when you go on a ramble

the first time you did it he was simply looking at the stars and suddenly he was sitting down in the grass next to you listening to you talk about supernovas and black holes

you thought he was genuinely interested in what you had to say and that you were telling him things hed never knew

it simply was not that he hadnt known everything he needed to know about the stars, but you talked so passionately about the topic he was so entranced

he made it a point to be at the spot the next night hopeing you were there

to his disappointment you werent, the next morning however he saw you working in a small restaurant

he took anakin with him and had lunch there, you quickly noticed him and started taking his order

he was shocked to see someone so smart and full of knowledge working as a waiter, it was almost too mundane for you in his eyes

he questioned you as his, what you assumed to be, brother watched the interaction

“I thought you were a librarian, or an astrologist- even a pilot with all your vast knowledge”

“Oh- no no I just like to read a lot of books, I’ve always worked here it’s actually my families restaurant so I didn’t have a choice- not that I don’t like working here or anything it’s just expected I mean even my cousins work here and it’s always been family owned! My great grandmother opened this restaurant a long time ago so- um im sorry what can I get you?”

Anakin teased Obi wan for days after that, especially once he found out you two were meant to hang out with each other soon

It wasn’t a date or anything… right?

He took you into the jedi archives, you’d traveled and seen many beautiful libraries but nothing compared to the jedi archives

He’d spent about 10 minutes explaining the different areas and topics, especially the areas with knowledge only open for jedis

after that he wondered the aisles with you until both of you were holding at least six books

you’d sat in a far corner together quietly speaking on the different books you had collected

obi wan would never tell you but he’d read most of these books, yet he sat nodding along to you explaining like it was a grand secret

once you two started dating he hadnt even told anakin about you, he was too scared to lose you

at first you didnt want to if you had to remain a secret, but you were already too in love to stop now

you hadn’t meant to tell anakin as you knew obi wan was scared he’d tell but when anakin started talking about obi wan in battle you couldn’t help yourself

“Obi Wan is extraordinary truly it amazes me to hear of his adventures, makes me wonder if im worth it”

“so you two are together”

Id imagine in this instance anakin would then come out about padme and you guys would all live happily ever after

[moonyswritinq]

Hi!! Could you possibly write a Obi Wan x Male reader (or gender neutral if you want) where Anakin and Ashoka (maybe even Rex if you want more chaos) accidentally find out about Obi Wan’s relationship with the reader? Of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to! Thanks!!

caught in the moment — obi-wan kenobi x male reader

❝ CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ You and Obi-Wan have been sneaking around for months and you're long overdue being found out. It was only a matter of time. It's only fitting it would be by the three people who knows you best and are the most obnoxious about it.

PAIRING ➢ obi-wan kenobi x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ secret relationship, swearing, tension, suggestive content, generally just idiocy, hints of Anakin x oc, idk kinda angsty? kissing, making out, rivalry, slight ooc Obi-Wan, a stupid Jedi council

WORD COUNT ➢ 3.2 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ thank you so much for this request! it was very fun to write. i wanna apologize for taking so long to write this though. i wrote half of it like a month ago but i've been so busy with my job and moving and now i have a little time before uni starts so i thought why not catch up on my writing. this is not my best work but i am still kind of proud. if you pay attention you will notice an original character in this fic — Emrys. He is based on one of my best friends and this will not be the last you will be seeing of him. Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

The view is amazing. Blue skies, as far as the eye can see, threading the edges of the city’s buildings carefully. It is full of life; blinking neon lights, aircrafts speeding between the tall buildings. You’re amidst it all, enclosed in a circular room with high windows on all sides, chairs directed to the middle. You’re sat in one of those chairs, figures at your sides clad in the same robes as you are.

Your attention is to the middle, where a tall woman is stood, back straight, arms at her sides. She doesn’t look faced by being in a room surrounded by Jedi. Instead, her gaze is steady as she meets every one of your eyes, and her voice clear.

“Word has been sent from the Kamparas system, the Separatists is apparently closing in on their bases. Without help, they will have fallen before the end of the week.”

You tilt your head, leaning against the palm of your hand. That really was an issue. Kamparas held a lot of support for the Jedi and everything against the Separatist forces was precious. Their technology had also proved to been an asset in the past. In your opinion, there was no question in the matter, but others seems to have different opinions. 

“I say we fight, send troops down ‘ere. Crush the Separatist bastards,”  Master Kit Fisto, a green-skinned Nautolan, exclaims, slamming his fist into the chair.

Master Agen Kolar shakes his head. “It’s too risky. We send troops down there and our people will be spread thin, too vulnerable to the Separatist.”

“A decision difficult, it is,”  Master Yoda, a small creature with green, wrinkly skin, says with his usual inquisitive tone. Your eyes widen in disbelief. A difficult decision, really?

“We’re talking about whether to let hundreds of our people die, not what you are having for supper this evening.” You can’t keep your anger from your voice, disbelief written across your features. “There’s no decision to be made; we have to help them.” 

Your eyes search the other members’, trying desperately to find anyone in your favour. Your eyes catches on a pair of blue ones — ones belonging to none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi. He’s sitting with one leg on the opposite knee, hair perfectly laying against his head and gaze steady on you. He says nothing but a subtle nod of his head in your support, something that manages to warm your cheeks.

“It is difficult,”  Master Stass Allie says, “We are deciding the fate of thousands of lives here.” You opened your mouth to respond but she cut you off. “It is not simply about the lives on Kamparas. It is the lives of the whole galaxy. What we do affects everyone, y/l/n. We have to decide if it’s worth it.”

You let out a humourless laugh. Are they serious? 

“The Jedi swore to protect the galaxy. That includes every single life on Kamparas. We do not get to pick and choose whose lives are deemed to be worth it.” You can feel your pulse quicken in your ears, surprised that the other Jedi cannot hear it. “We do not just abandon our people in difficult times. That would make us no better than the Sith.”

Master Allie grits her teeth, opening her mouth to counter you but stop herself when Master Yoda lifts a three-fingered hand. 

“An interesting argument you make, Master y/l/n. Help, we will.”

You sigh in relief, relaxing against your chair. However peaceful the Council says they are, it is surprisingly difficult deciding on something. 

“Clone troopers on a spacecraft we will send, accompanied by a Jedi Master,” he continues, directing the information to the messenger still stood in the middle of the room. She nods, immediately turning to walk out.

“That is not enough,” you object, straightening in your chair. “They need more help than that!”

“Master y/l/n!” Master Mace Windu interrupts, holding your gaze steadily. “We have sent the help we can. Any more and we will jeopardise the other systems that are in need of our help. We cannot help everyone at once.”

You grit your teeth, muttering, “Fine.” 

Without waiting for the meeting to come to a conclusion, you stand up and rush out of the doors, letting them slam shut behind you. You feel winded, as if you have just run a hundred miles, your pulse throbbing in your ears. You lean against the closest wall and close your eyes, letting the coolness calm you down.

“That bad, huh?” 

You crack an eye open, watching as your Padawan, Emrys, steps closer. You let out a huff of a laugh, shaking your head. “When isn’t it?”

“Well, there was that one time—”

The doors to the chamber open, Obi-Wan’s long strides echoing against the floor, his cloak billowing behind him. He stops short when his eyes land on your apprentice, looking between the two of you.

You push yourself against the wall. “Emrys—”

“No need, Master. I was just about to leave. It’s getting late.” His gaze jumps between you and Kenobi, eyes narrowing slightly. You wish you could read the expression on his face. “Kenobi, you don’t happen to know where Anakin is? Or you know what? I’ll find him myself. I’ll, er— see you later, Masters.” 

Your gaze follows his retreating form, before finally turning towards Obi-Wan. “How can they deny the aid for help? I swear, they are all selfish bastards.” 

Obi-Wan catches your attention with your name softly falling from his lips. “I know how hard this is for you, it is for me too. But we cannot let our feelings get in the way. You know we cannot help everyone.”

“I know. It’s just—“

Your words trail off, your gaze instantly softening at his expression, stepping closer as his hands reach for your face. You have the sudden urge to fall against him, to let him bear your weight. You almost let yourself. The sound of echoing footsteps further down the hall make the two of you freeze, just now realising how exposed you are.

“Not here,” you mutter, turning to walk down the opposite corridor. He follows at your side, matching your strides, expression indifferent, almost bored. You would be impressed were it not for the shallow breaths he’s releasing..

You take a sharp turn, taking ahold of Obi-Wan’s hand in the process, dragging him against you into the empty chamber. As soon as the door closes behind the two of you, you allow yourself to sag against him. His arms circle your back, pressing you even closer to him. 

You let him. Just this once, you tell yourself. 

You’ve told yourself that for months now.

It first started with a kiss, a spur in the moment sort of thing. You had been sparring together, head to head, a lightsaber each at hand. You were both equals, meeting the other with every attack made. Every move countered. Every comment with a quick retort. It amused you to see how much you could step on Obi-Wan’s toes.

He had been cold the past few weeks, icing you out. He had been distant. You knew he had been avoiding you, even though he tried to deny it. What you didn't know was why. Why did he avoid you like the plague? It doesn’t matter, you had decided. What did matter was getting him back for it. The only way you knew how, that is.

“Come on, Obi-Wan, you can be quicker than that,” you teased, bringing your lightsaber to meet his with a nonchalant swing of your wrist. He gives you a roguish grin, forcing you backwards. With a jerk of his chin your legs give out underneath you, sending you sprawling to the floor.

Obi-Wan walks into your line of sight, his lightsaber pointer at your neck. “Quick enough for you?”

You chuckle. Your foot makes contact with Obi-Wan’s legs, kicking them from underneath him. He tumbles to the ground, dropping his lightsaber and begin rolling to a crouch. You’re quicker. You move to grab your dropped lightsaber, throwing yourself against him, pinning him to the ground. His eyes widen, painfully aware of your touch against him. He tries to rip free from your grip, but you don’t budge.

You grin, leaning closer. “Not quick enough, apparently.”

“Get off,” he pants in that perfect accent of his, chest heaving from the exertion. You take notice of his messed up hair, blue eyes glaring into yours. You have the urge to lean closer but restrain yourself, instead removing your knees from either side of him and standing up. You offer him a hand, one of which he takes gratefully.

“You have improved a lot since last time,” Obi-Wan says as he brushes off the dirt on his robes.

You smile, a genuine one this time. “You as well. Who knew there really were muscles underneath all that clothing?”

He lets out a huff of a laugh, meeting your gaze with that special twinkle in his eye. He steps forward, one hand clutching yours and bringing you closer. You clasp a hand on his shoulder, smiling. 

The sun’s setting, casting deep shadows around the two of you. It makes Obi-Wan’s hair appear golden in the light, the contours of his face highlighted on all the right places. Something shifts. You don’t know what it is, but suddenly the air seems warmer, your breaths coming in shallow. You meet Obi-Wan’s gaze and there it is. 

His pupils dilated, his breath hitched and his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. You’re too stunned to move. He tentatively reaches a hand for your cheek, hesitating when you make no move. When he begins to draw back you finally come to your bearings, grabbing the front of his robes and tugging on them. You meet him halfway, your lips finally pressing against his.

The kiss was hurried, both of you chasing to release the tension from training. You let all of your pent-up frustration, uncertainty and rage bleed into the kiss, letting Obi-Wan know exactly how you felt. He gasped into the kiss, allowing you to deepen it. You bit his lip lightly and it took all he had to not moan against you.

You hadn’t realised how much you needed this. Needed him. Obi-Wan knew, had tried to suppress it too, but to no avail.  He knew what it meant for a Jedi to indulge in these sorts of things. Now it was too late for regrets.

You had promised yourself that it was only one time, that it wouldn’t happen again. Unfortunately, one time turned into ten times, which turned into fifty times. You couldn’t resist Obi-Wan’s soft lips on yours. The way he throws his head back when your lips meet his neck, biting at that sensitive spot. His beard scratching your skin. His hands roaming your back and shoulders.

Hands currently clutching your robes, chin resting against your shoulder. Obi-Wan knows that you just need some time to let your rage settle and, while you may not admit it, he knows you feel better with him around. Your relationship had been one existing of trial and error, trying to figure out what works for the both of you and coming to terms with the fact that you’re very much breaking the Jedi Code. The two of you had not escaped the suppressing of feelings, hesitancy and fear completely yet, despite the long way you’d already come. 

However, right now, nothing felt better than to be pressed against Obi-Wan’s warm chest, feeling his heart thud against it. A steady beat against the turmoil that are your thoughts. You sigh into the embrace,  Obi-Wan pulling away just far enough to have a proper look at your face.

“You’re going to be alright,” he whispers. You smile at his words, an unwelcome warmth spreading in your gut. An instant later, his expression shifts. “You looked pretty hot in there.”

Your smile grows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like seeing you get all riled up.”

You feel your cheeks begin to warm, shifting your gaze between his eyes and lips. You beckon him closer. “Maybe we will have to do something about that, then.”

Obi-Wan brings his lips to yours, not withstanding another moment without the feel of you. You groan into him, welcoming the touch. It’s not a tender kiss, nor a rough one. It’s one full of tension and unspoken words, just like your first one. It seems to be what you and Obi-Wan excel most at. 

A groan of the door is what pushes you and Obi-Wan apart, terrified to have been caught together. You cannot help but expect the worst; a fellow Jedi having just witnessed your treachery, already on their way to report the falseness to the council. Or worse yet, a council’s member witnessing it themselves.

Instead, three smaller figures are standing by the doorway, the same wide eyes and agape mouths on each face.

“Told you,” your Padawan says with a smug grin, his gaze jumping between you and Obi-Wan.

“Gotta give it to you, man, I did not believe you.” Anakin, Kenobi’s former apprentice, reluctantly hands Emrys a fair amount of credits with a shake of his head. He sends Anakin a wink to which he glares back at.

Ahsoka’s eyes are almost as wide as saucers, trying and failing to smother a laugh. You try not to let your current predicament fluster you, instead rising to your full height and letting the weight of your gaze pin them to their places.

“And what exactly are the three of you doing out of your quarters at this hour?” Obi-Wan’s tone is sharp and filled with all the confidence you cannot seem to find right now. To their credit, the three of them does not back down.

Emrys crosses his arms, cocking an eyebrow. “I could ask you the same, Master.”

“This is not the time to be snarky, Emrys,” you snap, narrowing your eyes at the young man. “You may be nearing the end of your training but you are not a Jedi Knight yet — you still have to abide the rules for Padawans.”

“They may not be Knights, but I am,” says Anakin. Your gaze turns to him, as does Obi-Wan’s. “And I do not think that us being awake late is worse than what our poor eyes just witnessed. Not in the council’s eyes, at least.”

“Oh, how melodramatic you are.” Obi-Wan rolls his eyes as Anakin fixes him with a glare. “Neither of you witnessed anything tonight, understood?”

“I don’t know,” Emrys says, tapping his finger to his forehead. “With how much you two like to preach about the Jedi ways I think it’d be wrong to ignore something like this. After all, doesn’t this go explicitly against the Jedi Code?”

“I agree with the idiots, you’re always saying feelings are a Jedi’s undoing,” Ahsoka chimes in, voice full of accusation.

Obi-Wan stutters, mind drawing blanks. It’s all he can do to turn his gaze to yours, question written in his eyes. “I— honestly don’t know anymore.”

“Obi, what— of course we’re in the wrong. What are you on about?” You can’t focus. All you see is Obi-Wan’s helpless eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his hands stretched out in confusion, unsure of what to do with them. 

Resolve shifts behind his gaze, his voice growing steadier. “These past few months have been the happiest time of my entire life. Now, don’t you think that says something about the Jedi Code? Tell me, y/n — tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“I—” Your cheeks begin to heat up, feeling the eyes of the entire room on you. Why is he putting you on the spot like this?

“Er, maybe we should leave.” Emrys discomfort is clear as he starts to reach for Anakin’s arm.

“No, wait,” Obi-Wan says, turning to the three youngsters. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”

Anakin cocks his head to the side. “As I said, Master, it would be hard to ignore something this big. It would take a lot for me to forget.”

“A hit on the head would do the job,” you mutter.

Obi-Wan ignores you, “What do you want, Anakin?”

You dislike the smile that starts to grow on the young man’s face. “Why don’t we start with something small? Like you taking care of some of our chores and boring duties. We’ll continue from there.”

“Or,” you start, glaring at Emrys and Anakin, “we don’t tell the council about your relationship either?”

“What!?” Emrys exclaims at the same time as Anakin practically shouts, “We’re not in a relationship!”

Ahsoka turns to the two men, hands on her hips. “Am I the only one here not breaking the Jedi Code? Unbelievable, all of you!”

Emrys’ fixes you with a glare, lowering his voice to a hiss. “I can’t believe you.”

You lower your face to his level. “I can’t believe you either.” Your eyes shift to Anakin, noting how his body shifts and his gaze keep flickering back to Emrys. With a sigh, you straighten. “Now, get out of here and forget this ever happened.”

“Because that’s likely to happen. God, my poor eyes,” Ahsoka mutters. Anakin smirks at her, too smug for his own good.

“Sure, whatever you say, Master,” Emrys grins, grabbing Anakin’s arm and turning to the door. You can see him whisper something in Emrys’ ear, to which his cheeks redden. They really thought you wouldn’t notice? At least you and Obi-Wan were more subtle than that.

When you hear the door close behind the three youngsters you turn to Obi-Wan, finally meeting his gaze. 

“So—” he begins.

“So.”

“We finally got found out,” he chuckles, trying to hide his own awkwardness. “Long overdue if you ask me.”

“Did you really mean that?” you blurt out, unable to stop yourself.

“Mean what?”

“About being happy? With me.”

“Yes,” he says in a shaky exhale.

“Obi—”

“Just listen, y/n. I’ve followed the Jedi Code strictly as long as I can remember, word by word. No feelings, no attachments — all because the Code said it makes us vulnerable to the darkness. And yet, I’ve never felt stronger than in your presence.”

A slow smile spreads across your face. “Who knew you were such a cheeseball?”

His hands reach for your face, taking ahold of it. “y/n, I don’t know what you do to me but I adore you. I cannot let you go now.”

“I think that may have been what the Code is referring to.” You let out a chuckle despite yourself.

His lips press against your neck, leaving behind a trail of featherlight touches. “Forget about the Code. Just— tell me you want this. Us.”

You pull away to look him in the eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that seem to hold every secret within the universe, that glint that always tells you his mood. God, how you loved him.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, I want you.”

And there it is. The secret is out. The words are said. No more pretending it wasn’t real, that it was a one time thing. 

No point in turning back now.

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[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Comfort zone

AGH ok so here, I'm giving you a bit of freedom but all i ask is Obi-wan x Male or FTM reader!! Fluff it up, maybe readers having a bad day. If you want smuts always appreciated loll, have a good day mann

An - I've never written a mxm fic before so this is new....bare with me. I hope you like it. This is pure fluff

Y/n male insert

It started with the little touches. A finger sliding over yours. His eyes lingering a little too long. For years it had gone on in the same way. Two Jedi bound by duty their order until the day the galaxy changed. Obi-Wan's Padawan became Darth Vader and almost everyone he knew had been killed or gone into hiding.

The tired and broken Jedi handed baby Luke over to Baru Lars and rode into the desert. He wasn't expecting to see anyone. Least of all you. Yet there you were, knelt in the desert, your light sabre laid out on a cloth before you. Obi-Wan knelt across from you. As your eyes met you knew he understood and he dropped both his own and Anakin's sabres either side of your own. You wrapped them in the cloth and together using the force, you bury the blades beneath the sand.

The pair of you travel in silence towards the rock formation as the twin suns slowly set over the Tatooine sand dunes. There is a cave not too far into the rocks that you both agree is good enough. For tonight at least. You roll.out the two bedrolls, close by each other, knowing how cold the desert can get at night, before setting up a portable stove and kettle. Obi-Wan stood in the cave entrance, his eyes cast down to the ground.

"come and sit down." You say in almost a whisper, frightened to break the quiet of the evening. He lets you guide him to sit on the bed you had made on a raised plinth. Shadows cast across the cave making it harder to see, so you fumbled through the bags the two of you had brought with you finding three small lanterns. Lightening them you placed them about you to better see your environment. Glancing back at Obi-Wan; who you had left holding a cup.of warm tea; you finally see how tattered his robes are. Your shoulders deflate and you step toward him, taking the cup from his hands.

"come on, take these off." You pull at the robes. His eyes meet yours and he allows you to manipulate his body, pulling the chard fabric from his shoulders. He shivers against the cold breeze blowing in. Your hands quickly help him to pull on a clean shirt and wrap a blanket around his shoulders. Rubbing his arms to help warm him.

"you didn't have to come here." He spoke so softly you almost didn't hear him.

"I wanted to." You reply, "someone needs to make sure you're taken care of. You can't care for the boy if you're too broken to keep going." You try to smile.

"y/n, I..." his forehead creases as he tries to find the words.

"Obi-Wan, there is nothing to say. I am here for you, I am happy to be here. This isn't our ideal world but at least we can be together." You give his hand a squeeze. Obi-Wan looks into your eyes, in two days his entire world had shifted in ways he could not control, predict or change, yet there was a hint of happiness.

"together." He repeated the words like it was a lifeline in the ocean, "there is no Jedi order, no code." He stated the words as if reminding himself.

"It's not all gone. We are here." You remind him, showing him back to the beds. On the stove a metal pot boiled with water and you emptied a ration pack into it, waiting for.the food to hydrate and form before separating it onto two plates.

"here, eat this." You say handing one plate to Obi-Wan. He looked up to you, watching you.

"y/n, I don't know.if you feel the same way I do, I think you do. I....I am glad you're here with me. I couldn't-" you reach across and hold his hand.

"I love you, Obi-Wan Kenobi. That's all that needs to be said, for now."

He nods, knowing he felt the same as you do. There would be a lot of work to do to rebuild the man in front of you. Perhaps he would never be the same one you met as children but that didn't matter. You were together. You'd let him take any comfort from you in any way he would need it. In the first four months there was little between you. He would sit beside you at night or in the morning, his shoulder against yours. A movement graduating to his head slumping on to your shoulder. When he slept Obi-Wan's hand would find yours, or slip around your waist and pull you closer to him.

Soon enough your scent and warmth became the thing that grounded him.

Then one day, around eighteen months from the day you arrived, most unexpectedly as he left for work; Obi-Wan leaned in planting a gentle kiss to the corner or your mouth.

Love bloomed between you, strong and forever.

Please leave comments and let me know what you think. Thank you for reading.

[defectivevillain]

too close to the stars

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x reader

reader’s pronouns: he/him 

Summary: You return from your recent mission, wanting nothing more than to collapse in bed. The Jedi Council seems to have other plans for you, however, as they summon you to report on your assignment. You do so, despite your energy slowly beginning to fade. No one on the Council seems to notice. No one except Obi-Wan, your teacher. 

You take a deep breath, struggling to even remain standing. Admittedly, it’s been a rather long few days. It certainly doesn’t help that, the moment you get back from your assignment, you’re immediately summoned to present your findings to the Jedi Council. Your mission was rather simple, which is how you suspect you got assigned to it. After all, you’re still an apprentice. You’ve trained under Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi’s guidance for a few months now, but you’re still not quite a full Jedi. 

“Enter, young Padawan.” 

You resist an eye roll at the title. Ordinarily, you’d have a witty remark on the tip of your tongue, but today you don’t really have the energy. You haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in quite a few days, not to mention the rather... interesting events that transpired during your mission. These thoughts tumble through your mind as you walk into the Council’s chamber. The moment you step into the space, everyone falls silent. You resolutely keep your gaze focused on the ground. 

“Please report on your mission.” Well, right to business, then. You tell them of your assignment, of your encounter with a few rogues that you suspect to be allies to the Dark Side, and your rather complex return. The room is entirely silent as you explain how you were pursued through most of your journey home. Luckily, you’re a decent enough pilot and you managed to lose your tail. You say as much, but a strange huffing sound interrupts you. 

“Did I not say to contact me, if you were in peril?” It’s Obi-Wan of all people that breaks the tense silence stretching across the room. You turn to the side, only to find that your teacher is already staring at you. His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks considerably troubled. 

“Yes, but-” you try to say, only to be interrupted once more.  

“Yet you did not do so,” Obi-Wan says, his arms crossed over his chest. He almost looks indignant, and you can only wonder what has caused him to look so irritated. There’s a response on the tip of your tongue when you hear someone clear their throat awkwardly. You turn to the side to see Mace Windu looking between you and Obi-wan, an unreadable expression on his face. The Jedi has always been hard to pin down, in your opinion, and now you can’t help but wish you could understand the knowing gleam in his eyes. 

“I believe we have discussed everything pertinent,” Windu announces, looking to his left and right for confirmation. The other Council members nod in agreement and he continues to speak. “Thank you. This meeting is adjourned.”

The Council members file out of the room, evidently having finished their business. You waver in your position at the center for a moment before turning to walk away. You’re not quite sure what you’re going to do now. The Council hadn’t given you a new mission. You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice the footsteps behind you growing faster until there’s a sudden grip on your shoulder. 

“It appears my Padawan thinks he knows better than me,” Obi-Wan remarks. You turn around, blinking at him in surprise. How did he sneak up on you? You must have been zoned out. It takes you more than a moment to process his remark, but when you do, you immediately stiffen. 

“What do you mean, Master?” You wince at the way your voice slightly wavers. Your heart is beating out of your chest as your teacher squints at you. 

“You’re injured,” Obi-Wan says, raising an eyebrow as if challenging you to argue. You take the invitation. 

“I’m fine,” you roll your eyes, stretching your arms in a rather pathetic attempt at both remaining causal and proving that you’re fine. The effort doesn’t quite work as you intend, because the movement makes your vision go out for a startling moment, blinding you to the world around you. You stumble on your feet, thrown by the sudden- albeit brief- blurring of your vision. It takes your vision a bit longer than normal to correct itself, and even when it does, you still feel your balance wavering. You stumble to the side and hit the wall at your side, wincing as pain shoots through you. There’s a grip on your elbow, firm but reassuring. The look leveled at you isn’t as warm and reassuring, however. 

“I know my apprentice,” Obi-Wan asserts, staring at you so intensely that you’re not sure if he’s even remembering to blink. His hand falls to his side, but his gaze refuses to leave you. 

“I’m fine,” you repeat, trying to break away from him and continue walking. Your effort doesn’t quite work, because you can barely make it a few more steps without your legs giving out. Before you can fear a collision with the ground, Obi-Wan is at your side, a hand on your forearm and another on your back. 

“Master-”

“Enough,” Obi-Wan argues, his voice cold. You flinch at the sudden change in tone. He sighs at this, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m taking you to the medcenter.”

You can’t find the energy to resist, especially as all the adrenaline you had before the Council’s meeting is steadily seeping out of your body. Obi-Wan leads you down the hallway, his gaze burning into the side of your face. You can’t bear to make eye contact, so instead you grit your teeth and try your best not to fall to the floor. 

The rest of the walk passes in somewhat of a haze. You’re not quite sure what happens, because you seem to just blink and suddenly you’re reclined back on a bed. You blink the tears out of your eyes at the bright lighting throughout the room. It takes a moment for you to remember where you are, how you got there. The moment you do, you shoot up to a sitting position. At least, you try to, only for Obi-Wan to immediately push you back down. 

“Stay,” he orders, in an uncharacteristically demanding tone. You do just that, not wanting to anger him any further. For an immeasurable amount of time, you stew in the awkward tension that seems to settle around the two of you. You glance at your teacher out of the corner of your eye, only to find his knuckles tightening as he grips the railing of your bed. In a moment of sheer spontaneity, you place a hand over his. His head shoots up to look at you and, for an awful moment, you think your teacher will recoil in disgust. Instead, he simply smiles. It’s a smile you haven’t seen him wear before- soft and fond. A sudden burning feeling in the back of your throat, you let your head fall back to the pillow as your eyes begin to fall shut of their own accord.  

an extra lil snippet + endnotes below!

“You’re too close to him,” Mace says, looking at him sternly.

Obi-Wan doesn’t need to ask about who the Jedi is referring to. He resists the urge to sigh. “He is my apprentice,” Obi-Wan maintains. For a few seconds, Mace is entirely silent. There’s a small tick to his eyebrow that suggests that this won’t be the last time they have this conversation.

“See that you keep it that way,” Mace remarks before walking away.

I love the idea of Mace Windu catching on and ending the meeting. I know that, realistically speaking, the Jedi Code forbids romantic relationships... Still, this is an x reader fic, so... Ah well. 

Anyways. I kind of struggled to find a way for Obi-Wan to address the reader. I hate when writers use “Y/N” in their writing- I’ve never written like that and I never will, lol. Still, I wanted it to be more authentic. “My Padawan,” is the best I could come up with. It sounds a little stiff, but Obi-Wan is a little stiff and formal himself so I think it works out. 

obi wan.... *sighs dreamily*

[gatorbites-imagines]

Anakin skywalker, Darth Vader, Obi wan Kenobi, Cody.

Overall Headcanons

Back on my Star Wars bullshit, so heres some overall hcs about some of the characters I love, enjoy. Ft some x reader elements. Can yall tell which character ive been most obsessed with lately?

 Let me know if you guys are interested in more like this, as it’s a good way to get the writing juices flowing.

 Mild nsfw stuff under the cut, but it’s nothing wild.

Anakin Skywalker

-          Anger issues, but would never yell at you as it reminds him of his time as a slave

-          Gets nightmares about his time as a slave and his fears.

-          Wears black because it sets him away from the other jedi. They made him feel as if he didn’t belong, so he was gonna go his own way.

-          When he first joined the jedi he had a really hard time drinking or just using water in general since it was so sparce on Tatooine. Nowadays he enjoys to take long showers and baths.

-          Cant eat too strong tasting foods.

-          Has a real hard time talking about his emotions. Because of this, if he falls in love hed rather go around nursing a crush than actually confess.

-          He falls in love super easily, and gets kinda blinded by it.

-          Touch starved as hell, literally melts into your hands if you cradle his face in your palms.

-          Loves kissing, could spend hours with his lips on yours or just kissing you all over.

-          Oral fixation. Goes hand in hand with him loving to kiss so much. Watch out for your fingers.

-          Has a strong gag reflex, but doesn’t let it stop him.

-          This man is verse leaning towards submissive and you can’t convince me otherwise. Those anger issues make me think he just wants someone to love him and take care of him.

-          Loves you wearing his clothes or wearing your clothes.

Darth Vader (I know he’s also Anakin but whateves)

-          Still has real bad anger issues, but in a more subdued and controlled manner if that makes sense. Still won’t yell at you.

-          Very self-conscious about his body, and is scared of touching anything he cares about because he doesn’t want to accidentally destroy it.

-          Still has horrible nightmares but these are mainly about the purging of the jedi.

-          He secretly listens to recordings from before the fall of the jedi and the republic when he is feeling extra down.

-          Mourns how he can’t kiss anymore. Tries to breathe as quietly as possible when you cuddle because he thinks the noise disturbs you.

-          Secretly still sensitive so it would help you if affirm that you love him.

-          More touch starved than ever, wants you to touch what little accessed skin he has, all the time.

-          Doesn’t talk much anymore. This scares other people as he’s just a large silent scary shadow.

-          I don’t think he has much of a sex drive after becoming Darth Vader, mainly because I think his own body is too damaged, though he would be able to use his hands.

-          Though I think he would like to sit on his knees in front of you with his head in your lap, having you caress him.

Obi wan Kenobi

-          Insomniac to the fullest. He uses the force to keep going.

-          Loves tea more than anything, has a collection of teas from different planets he’s been too in his time as a jedi.

-          Touch starved, as I think all jedi are at this point.

-          Has nightmares and lasting trauma from the many things he went through even before he became a jedi knight like melida/daan and bandomeer.

-          Quite protective of those he cares about, though he doesn’t express it much with words.

-          Doesn’t cry much, so when he does, he just needs someone to hold him as he gets it out.

-          He sneaks out of the temple to eat at Dex´s diner all the time. He brings along Anakin, Ashoka and later multiple clones.

-          Isn’t as uptight as people think. He will bend or break rules regularly, he just isn’t caught.

-          I think he both tops or bottoms, whatever the mood is that day, though I see him as the type of person to refer to it as “lovemaking”.

-          Has had multiple partners in the past, a few being Quinlan, I believe they were casual and just did it to relieve stress and etc, Santine or even Siri Tachi.

-          He is quite confident with a partner, even if he isn’t sure what he’s doing.

-          Likes making his partner feel good, holds you close and maybe even clings on quite desperately at times.

-          A big cuddler, just wants to lay for hours and half sleep with you in his arms.

-          Would keep your relationship a secret for obvious reasons, but would be willing to leave the jedi for you If you got very serious and truly loved eachother.

Cody

-          Tries to keep serious at all times, but can be quite goofy and lovey-dovey behind closed doors.

-          Very protective over his fellow clones and the jedi he is assigned.

-          Used to follow orders as closely as possible, but after joining the 212th, has started to follow in Obi wans footsteps and bend rules to fit the situation.

-          Secretly struggles a lot with being a clone and not being seen as a living sentient being by most people.

-          Has issues with his self-esteem, please tell him he’s good enough.

-          Has very little knowledge about kids, the outside world of sex ed, as I don’t believe the kamonians thought it was something clones needed to know.

-          Sterile, as I believe most clones aren’t able to have children.

-          Likes to cuddle and be held close, hold him as tight as you can against your chest. Will listen to your heartbeat and fall asleep to it.

-          Likes it when his partner caresses his scar or holds his face in their palms. Please pepper kisses all over his voice.

-          I think he’s fine with whatever in the bedroom, but it will be kinda awkward or goofy the first couple of times as he figures out how it works.

-          Likes to go slow and take his time, take you in and really show you how much he loves you.

-          Doesn’t keep your relationship a huge secret, as in his squad and some jedi know but not the council or the republic as you could be forced to split up.

[sonorousabyss]

Sup! I was wondering if I could request a Star Wars matchup :]

Alrighty so, I’m a 5’5 Biromantic (masc leaning) asexual guy. I have medium long black and purple hair with raccoon tails. I’m really into punk and metal culture, and I love picking up scrap and making it into clothes and accessories. I’m also autistic and I have adhd, so I differ a lot between how social and talkative I am. I play guitar, play board games, sew and draw in my spare time

Have a good day 🫶

A/N: Sorry this took so long Anon, I just couldn't decide how I wanted to do the banner for this one! I hope that this is to your tastes!

I am thoroughly convinced that you both would get along disturbingly well.

Your style and your unique hobbies are certainly what drew him to you. It isn't often that you encounter someone with long black and purple hair- let alone with that and raccoon tails. And turning scrap into accessories? Well, that was just icing on the cake.

Don't get me wrong- Anakin has been around the likes of Padme during her queen and senator days, so he's no stranger to unique and unorthodox hairdos, but the color and length certainly intrigued him, forgoing the style.

Given how frequently he's out in the field? Unless you went out on missions with him regularly, your initial interactions with him would have been once every blue moon or so. Of course, this meant that there were some occasions where he attempted to hang with you on your less social days- something I don't imagine going too well.

The differences in how social you were may have bewildered him at first, but it's more than likely if you didn't tell him about your social battery? Kenobi, Ahsoka, or Rex would have caught on to some degree and let him know that it probably wasn't because he'd done something wrong.

Even though it's known to be against regulations to nab keepsakes from the battlefield (or at the very least it is for clones), I get the feeling he's made a habit of grabbing you scrap metal from the battlefield on missions where he's had time.

More often than not this metal consists of severed droid parts that almost certainly have lightsaber cuts and blaster residue all over them, but hey- it's the thought that counts right?

He'd keep his eye out the following days, weeks, etc. after giving you one of his unique "gifts" to see if he could spot something you may have crafted it into.

He and the 501st make a game of guessing what you might turn his scrap into, and they absolutely keep score of who's gotten it right the most times.

As you got closer and your relationship developed further he 100% would step up his game in the scrap department. And by that I mean he somehow finds stranger and stranger shit to bring back for you.

A motivator, the head of a B1, droid fingers, paneling from destroyed droid carriers- hell, even random pieces of downed starships. His goal is to make sure you never know what he's gonna bring back next, if only so he can see the delighted (or perplexed) look you'll end up giving him as a result.

Of course, if you needed something specific and let him know about it, he'd see to it that he gets it if possible.

It's also a game between his padawan, himself, and the clones to see who can get the desired part first. Because what's a good battle without some friendly competition amirite?

On quiet days while you don't feel like talking so much, he'll hang out with you and listen to your favorite music with you. Furthermore, if you want to show him any drawings or clothes you've made, or even play him a song on your guitar he's absolutely game. Most of the time neither of you will even have to talk, just bask in each other's presence.

On days where you feel more like listening than talking, he'll tell elaborate tales of his self-proclaimed "best moments" on the battlefield and catch you up on what he's been doing while you've been separated. He's also got a stash of amusing tales at Obi-wan, Ahsoka, and the 501st's expense to cheer you up whenever you're feeling down.

Somehow he always finds a way to boost his own ego in the process, but something tells me that you're more than enough to keep Anakin balanced in that regard.

If you make him something you bet he's bragging to his padawan and his men that his significant other made a gift specifically for him and no one else.

Anakin is 100% guilty of messing up your hair or lifting things just out of reach to tease you as you are shorter than him, but he's made up for it in some regards by fetching things for you as well. Namely stuff way too high for you to get without putting yourself in a precarious position.

Talk to him about anything you're interested in and he's over the moon- even if he doesn't quite understand it. You trust him enough to share it with him and that makes it all the more precious.

Anything too out of pocket and you might catch him and Kenobi having a hushed conversation just out of earshot where he's checking with his master to see if he at least knows what you're talking about.

If you call him out on this he'll deny it, and if you catch him in the act he'll try to play it off... and fail spectacularly. Meanwhile, Obi-wan is watching him trip over himself in amusement as he tries to find a half-truth you'll buy to spare him the embarrassment.

He sticks to holovids after that. Can't trust his jedi master as far as he can throw him, apparently.

Ahsoka teases him relentlessly over this.

Anakin doesn't really seem the type to get bent out of shape over anyone being asexual, adhd, or autistic. He's a really chill guy, and to be honest he just takes it all in stride and embraces it as much as physically possible. You're his boyfriend after all, why wouldn't he?

Learns about any and/or all of the above to figure out how to better support you and makes sure your boundaries are laid out and respected.

If you want a funny sight to commit to memory? Have him help you with your hair maintenance. He'd somehow find a way to make dying, bleaching, trimming it, etc. absolutely hilarious. Just him in the bathroom with you on a chair in front of a mirror, desperately trying to figure out what toner is, why certain hair products can and cannot be used shortly after dying, etc. It's fucking brilliant.

He's absolutely tried to con you into dying at least a strand of your hair blue to match him and his squad at least once.

....Okay. More than once. But can you blame him? That'd be bloody adorable.

Just don't dye it orange in response to mess with him, he might cry.

AN: Ah yes, the image of Anakin fumbling with hair dye will forever be ingrained in my brain. For those who got this far, I hope you enjoyed! May the force be with you, and may your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep! For those who are new here, I take requests. You can find my rules here.

[iliumheightnights]

Playing a game of chess or Pi Sho (from Avatar the Last Airbender) with Obi-Wan and cuddling him

Pi Sho is SO much different from Holochess.

Obi loves feeling the physical pieces in his hands. How accurately carved and painted they are. So much detail. Leave it to Kenobi to focus on that.

The actual game of Pi Sho was just a nice relaxing thing for him. Sitting with his boyfriend with no distractions. Having a moment to escape from the Clone Wars and all the fighting. It was a much-needed distraction for the Jedi Master.

"When do you need to leave?"

"Soon, sadly."

"I wish you didn't."

"I know. But hopefully, soon this war will be over and we'll have more time for this. For us."

"I hope so."

The two finished their game. As they did, they stole longing glances at each other and 'accidentally' bumped their hands together at times. Neither wanted to say goodbye.

But both knew they'd have to as long as the war was going on.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Walking up behind them a grabbing their ass with both hands and then kissing and nibbling their neck. Then just walking away smirking. What do they do?

Clark

La’gaan

T’challa

Obi-wan

Garrus

Clark: "Well, look who's being naughty. You oughta be thankful my Ma doesn't have super vision or she'd be giving you a tongue-lashing." He chuckles, letting you know he's kidding, even as he makes a mock-scandalized gesture.

La'gaan: "ACH!" He yelps, looking oddly at you. "This some kind of surface thing? I... I like it."

T'challa: You glance back for just a moment to find he's disappeared. And then a pair of hands squeezes YOUR ass and he spins you around for a kiss.

Obi-Wan: Lets out an embarrassing squeak of shock. He's blushing a deep red that clashes with his gingery hair.

Garrus: I mean, there's not really much to grab, really. Bony plates that converge on a vestigial tailbone. Not to mention turians are on average taller than most humans. Still he clicks his mandibles in a way equivalent to a human grin. "Ohhh, so we're playing it that way today?"

[burning-omen]

Kinktober day 7: Cowboy au + Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x male!reader

Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 8

(a/n: I KNOW ITS LATE EVERYBODY SHIT THE FUCK UP)

Summary: You’re a bounty hunter, just trying to make it through the world, with the most annoying bounty alive

Warning: sex, outdoors sex, obi-wan is hogtied but not in a sexy way, reader is deep in the closet, formatting errors to be fixed LATER

Camping out with your bounty wasn’t something you did frequently, you’ve only had to a couple of times, and through all those times they’ve been knocked out cold through the night and into the next morning. Not Kenobi though, despite being clocked in the head with the butt of your gun and being choked until what you thought was unconsciousness, only for him to spring back up the moment you let him go, he seemingly never went down.

“Did they tell you want the bounty was for?”

“No..”

“How high was it, I bet that would give you a cl-“

“You know, bounties don’t usually talk this much.”

“I’m not the typical bounty.”

“Clearly..”

The moon was set high in a star filled sky, the make shift camp you’d made for the two of you was small, but manageable. You were far closer to Mr. Kenobi than you would have liked to he, but you can’t fight physics or the limitations of the space you were in, and you didn’t want to pack up and move, so you stayed put, laying flat on your back just mere inches away from the man who you were taking to his death, you’d be much more worried if it weren’t for the fact he was hogtied right now.

A short moment of silence passed as Kenobi rested his head on the dirt. It didn’t last long.

“You have a peculiar accent, where are you from?”

“Oh my accent is peculiar? Mister, you sound like you just got off the damn Mayflower.”

“Ah, a guest your right.”

Another silence passed, this one longer, you might have even found yourself falling asleep if it weren't for Kenobi’s non-stop movement. Even though he wasn't touching you, you could still feel him moving.

“Will you stop?” you said sternly.

“Well I'm sorry, but you've left me in an extremely uncomfortable position.”

“You'll live.”

He groaned and continued his fidgeting.

You let it continue for another minute before sitting up and grabbing your knife from your bag, climbing over the man, pressing his shoulder hard into the ground, and cutting the rope. You were so caught up in the familiar motion that you hardly noticed him tensing up, or the sigh of relief he let out when you set him free.

“There,” you laid back in your spot, “will you please go to sleep now.”

After removing the tangles of rope from his wrist and ankles he asked, “You’re not worried about me running away?”

“You’re bounty isn’t high enough for me to care..”

“And yet you still came after me.”

You sighed, “I was just curious..”

“Curious?”

“‘Found your bounty up in Karma, thought it was weird ‘cause you can get away with practically anything there, just wanted to know what you did to get your face plastered on every building in town. But apparently you don’t know.”

“Karma…? Ah, yes. I didn’t do anything wrong, really. Not to me at least.”

“Most criminals think there in the right.”

You rolled over to face him.

“But what did you do?”

He stared up at the stars for a long moment, his face void of emotion.

“I had-“ he cleared him throat, “certain relations with their mayor. He didn’t seem very happy with that information being made public, I though he’d get over it with time but apparent not.”

You sat straight up, staring dead at him, your mouth hanging open and eyebrows raised high.

He glanced at you, letting out a short laugh.

“Don’t look so shocked..”

You took a moment to try and collect yourself before saying, “that’s…oh. I’m…sorry..?”

He laughed again, “don’t be, you’re just doing your job.”

“I’m not..”

He looked up at you, confused.

“I’m not..doing my job, I’m not taking you to Karma, you’re free to go.”

He breathed out softly.

“…thank you.”

You laid back down, facing away from him.

“Don’t mention it.”

Time passed, you never turned back to face him, you figured he had fallen asleep while you were unable to. The universe was really unfamiliar sometimes, now being one of them.

You could feel his shifting and moving behind you, you figured he was just a tricky sleeper, but you were proven wrong a second later.

“Having trouble sleeping?”

“Something like that, just..thinking.”

“About?”

You scoffed, “like I'd tell you..”

“Well seeing as your not taking me back to Karma-”

“-you didn't do anything wrong, I wouldn't-”

“-and you have yet to kick me out of your camp-”

“-it’s late-”

“I think it's only right that we get to know each other.”

You turned onto your back, glaring at the man, who sat up, looking down at you.

“Come on, I don't even know your name..” he said softly.

You held his gaze for as long as you could before looking away.

“My name is y/n..”

“Y/n l/n?”

You sat straight up, glaring at the man, only to see him holding your hat, which you sat with the rest of your supplies. There was a tag sewn on the inside that had your full name on it.

“If you were just gonna go through my things, why would bother asking?”

“Just wanted to see what you’d say.”

You groaned, snatching your hat out of his hand and setting it down next to you.

“So, Mr. L/n..” he paused for a moment “are you queer?”

You sucked in deep a breath, trying not to react too much, your body became rigid and tense for a moment.

“What kind of question is that?”

“A reasonable one.”

“Reasonable for who?”

He laughed, “you of course. Most men would have been ready to serve me to Karma of they'd heard what I'd done.”

“You did nothing wrong-”

“I’m aware. Most people don’t think that, most people would have shot me, not let stay at their camp, and definitely would not have let me sleep this close.”

You glanced at the man quickly before looking away, seeing him staring dead at you.

“So what are you trying to say, you think I got some little crush on you?”

He laughed, “Maybe..”

Suddenly, he was in front of you, leaning far closer to you face than was appropriate.

“Maybe you’re just lonely and need someone likeminded to talk to, even if it is only for one night.”

You tired to shrug him off, let his words go in one ear and out the other, but he was right- and he made it so hard not to admit that to him.

“You’re insane..”

“Possibly.”

His hands came up on either side of your face, holding you just a few inches from his, but he did nothing beyond that. He wanted you to do it.

The reasonable side of your mind was loud, telling you to push him away, that you weren’t lonely, that you didn’t need him, but a much louder part of you mind screamed it years of absence at you. You decided to listen, pressing forward, kissing Kenobi hard, like you were drowning and you could breath the air in his lungs if you tried hard enough. Kenobi responded in kind, seated in your lap as you drew him in closer and closer.

The kiss was long and desperate. You could hardly think straight with his entire body pressed against yours. The fire, so vibrant in the black night, illuminating him, as well as cast a dark shadow where ever in couldn’t reach.

You pulled back in a panting disarray, your heart pounding in your chest. It was hard to think with him thins close, so you didn’t, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into another kiss.

You didn’t know where to go from there, you’ve never gone beyond kissing with a man, this would be a hell of a lot easier if he was a woman, at least you’d know what was expected of you, where to put your hands and the like.

But you didn’t want him to be a woman. No, you liked him like this. Hard and heavy in your lap. He seemed to know exactly what to do, resting his hand over the growing bulge in your pants, leaning down to kiss you again, not making a single move until you kissed him back.

Grinding down in your lap, moaning against each others lips as you found a steady pace together. Still fully clothed, rocking against each other as your pants grew tighter and tighter.

He pulled back, pressing kisses all down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt, running his hand across your chest with a satisfied hum.

He was definitely more experienced than you, drawing reactions from you easily with his hands and mouth. You let him work. Kissing and bitting any uncovered skin he could find.

His hand making light work of your belt and pants, pulling them just below your waist. You didn’t complain, despite the loss of contact, as you watched him scoot back on your thighs and unbuckle his own belt, pulling his cock out of his unbuttoned pants, then scooting back up your thigh.

For a moment, your mind yelled at you, this was a stranger- you didn’t know this man, he could do anything to you, you can’t just let him control you-

All thoughts seemed to vanish suddenly as you felt something against your cock. It was impossible not to look at Kenobi, with him stationed barely a few inches from your face. Looking down you could see your cocks pressed tightly together, he wrapped his hand around the two, giving an experimental squeeze, making the two of you buck into his hand simultaneously.

“Okay..” he breathed out, “Are you ready?”

Unsure of your voice, you nodded.

He gave you one last looking before shifting his focus, starting slowly, stroking from the base of your cocks all the way up to the tip, then back down again.

You let out a slow, shaky breath, your eyes fixated on his hand, his other was rubbing large circles from your hip to your thigh. You figured you needed to do something with yours instead of just leaving them at your sides. Shifting your weight around before you settled on placing your hand on Kenobi’s waist, slipping it just under his shirt. It was…something at the very least. Makes you feel less vulnerable.

You watched him smirk, then speed up, both your panting increasing tenfold at the sudden change of pace. Your cocks sliding against each other as the two of you struggled to remain still.

“Kenobi..” you groaned.

“You’re being impatient.”

“You’re being-“You held your tongue, your words devolving into a groan, not wanting to actually insult the man considering what he was doing for you right now.

Breathing in sharply and letting it out slowly, you watched the man work intently.

You tried to sit perfectly still for him, the only move you made being your hand tightening on his waist, or the involuntary sputter of your hips whenever he stroked you just right.

Some small part of your mind wanted more, wanted to pin him to the dirt below and fuck him until you’d both had your fill, but you didn't, that took work, and experience you didn't have. So you took whatever he gave you, you didn't mind, his hands were skilled, seemingly hitting every nerve with ease, making pleasure shoot through your body.

Your ability to be still and quiet seemed to waver as the tight pit in your stomach started to come apart in his hands.

“Almost there..?” He asked quietly.

You panted, looking up at the man, “You don’t know that-“

“I can tell, you’re shaking-“

“I’m- mhh, I’m not-“

“Yes, you are” despite his words and his light teasing, he was right there with you, chest rising and falling rapidly. Not wanting to prolong the inevitable, he sped up, his pace was unprecedented and it made your whole body tense, a constant stream of joint moans filled the small area.

Your hips bucked up into his hand, he did the same, not slowing down even when your rabidly approaching orgasm hit you, even as cum splattered all over his hand and cock, he kept going. Moaning and whining under his breath until he finally he came, moaning loudly as his own cum mixed with yours, further covering both your cocks, and his hand.

The realization hit you a minute later, after you were able to calm down and you didn't feel like you were burning inside your own skin anymore.

You were just intimate- very intimate with a man, and you didn't… die? You didn't know what you thought would happen. You didn't know what you were so afraid of.

Kenobi didn't seem to be going anywhere, still in your lap, his arms wrapped around you and his head resting on your shoulder.

You figured that you could spiral, mostly about your years of absence coming to an end, later. Enjoying the company of Kenobi for now.

———————The next morning——————-

“Kenobi, do you think-”

“Why do you keep being so formal with me? You can call me by my first name, I hope you know that..”

“What? I thought Kenobi was your first name?”

“No, it's my last name.”

“Seriously, it's the only name your poster said so I figured-?”

“No, no, my first name is Obi-wan.”

“Oh well now I see why they left it off your posters- ow! Throwing things is very immature!”

“You’ll live.”

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Late Night Talking

Pairings: Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!jedi!reader (romantic)

Imagine: you and Obi-Wan confess your feelings for each other

Warnings: nearly kissing, talk about the Jedi code, fluff?, not proofread, none else I think

A/N so I don’t really like this one but decided to post it anyway… this is actually part of a story I’m working on with one of my ocs but thought why not remake this part into a x reader fic… so enjoy! <3 (at least I hope you will)

Obi-Wan looked out at the view before him, staring at the life that seemed to fill Coruscant even late into the night. His beige robes, and large dark brown coat moved slightly from the light breeze. He fingered his lightsaber as a habit from the warzones he usually found himself in. Obi-Wan sighed as he felt your calming force signature fill the room.

As you approached Obi-Wan, you couldn’t help but to let a smile grace your features. Obi-Wan remained staring at the life in front of him as he spoke in a sorrowful voice.

“Hello”

“You okay my dear friend?” You asked just moments later as you felt the sadness through the force and watched the solemn look that graced Obi-Wan’s face.

He turned to face you, expression remaining the same as he let out a slight sigh. You walked to stand beside Obi-Wan and looked out at the landscape as you leaned against the railing. “What's bothering you?”

Obi-Wan exhaled with a slight frown as he spoke. "Just thinking about.... the past."

You didn’t speak for a moment as you focused on your hands as they started to fiddle with the hem of the cloak you’d stolen from Obi-Wan not that long ago. “Obi-Wan you know as well as me that we can’t linger on the past”

A slight nod came from the older man, his voice still holding the same sorrow "I know, I know. It's just... hard to forget."

“Obi-Wan I’m not asking you to forget, I simply just ask you to remember our code, don’t let the past control your emotions”

The man nodded once more as he glanced at you, he still wondered how someone so young could hold so much understanding of people. "I know, I know the Jedi Code, I know its rules, I will be mindful of it. I'm sorry, it's just hard not to get emotional when thinking about one’s past..."

“I get it” You placed a comforting hand on Obi-Wan. You couldn’t help but to think back to your early days before becoming a jedi knight, the emotions that always followed with each memory, the sorrow. You understood Obi-Wan and it might have been hypocritical of you to tell him to not let the emotions control him when it was exactly what happened to you sometimes. However you only wanted what was best for your friend.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but to smile as he took a quick glance at the hand placed on his shoulder, he could feel one of your many rings press down onto the material covering his shoulder. He dared a quick glance at you and saw your eyes twinkle back at him in understanding. He couldn’t do anything other than nod and let out a small sigh once more.

"Thank you”

“You don’t have to thank me” there was a comfortable silence for just a few moments before Obi-Wan spoke once more as he looked out towards the beautiful city again.

"This view... “ he glanced at you before he quickly looked back “ it just helps calm me down ?" his tone was filled with a sense of peace this time around, a nice change from the sadness before.

“It does” a smile graced your face once more as you let go of Obi-Wan’s shoulder and leaned against the railing once more, shivering slightly from the cold. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but to miss the feeling of your hand on his shoulder, and he desperately just wanted to tell you to keep close to him so that he could feel your warmth.

"And having you here... it helps as well." His voice took a slightly shyer tone as he spoke, and you tried not to react to the uncommon shyness of Obi-Wan. Instead you turned towards your friend with a warm smile. However, not knowing entirely how to answer, you turned back to watching the speeders pass by and the flickering lights of the many billboards in Coruscant.

The two of you stayed like that for several more minutes before Obi-Wan finally got over his shyness and spoke again "Do you ever wonder what it would be like… not to be a Jedi?" His voice carried a feeling of curiosity as he turned to face you once more

You couldn’t help but to let out a breathy laugh and yet another smile. “I think we all do” you knew for certain that you would most likely end up as a farmer somewhere, that or you’d probably have followed your older brother in joining death watch as a way to make your family proud of you for once.

Obi-Wan smiled slightly in return, and nodded for probably the tenth time that day. "Yes, indeed…” he paused, unsure if he wanted to ask his next question or not. “Do you ever wonder why we can't have attachments?"

“I think it’s not so much attachment itself but the fact that if you focus on one single emotion or person to the point where it gets unhealthy-“ you paused not knowing entirely how to explain it but hoped Obi-Wan would understand what you meant anyways like usual “Yes I do wonder why we can’t have attachments”

As always Obi-Wan understood what you meant. He had always loved how your force and minds worked in such a simple harmony together. They’d probably always understand what the other meant and neither of them would ever be seen complaining. "I have thought about it too” Obi-Wan paused as if afraid to admit it “the fact that we cannot have attachments, or fall in love..."

You shook your head slightly in acknowledgement “it isn’t against the code to fall in love, but if that love becomes your obsession if you get attached to the love you have for another being… if you get attached to the person to the point where you can’t let them go then you have strayed from the code”

"Yes, I suppose that is true, but have you ever wondered how easy it would be for one to attach themselves to the love they have for” Obi-Wan looked down slightly at you “someone?" his eyebrows raised slightly in thoughts, his eyes and focus remained on you curious for a reply.

“Obi-Wan I-“ you stopped yourself before you would say something you might regret. Obi-Wan looked down at you intently with anticipation, a slight smirk and playful expression formed itself onto his face

You sighed “do you”

His eyes remained locked on you as he spoke "Do I have attachment to someone, is that what you’re asking?”

You looked up at Obi-Wan as you heard his teasing voice “yes”

"Yes... I believe I may have attachment to someone." Obi-Wan's voice once again got filled with that shyness which was so unlike him.

You looked curiously at Obi-Wan as you turned your entire body to face him “may I ask who?”

Obi-Wan tensed up and turned his head away, thankful that his beard covered his face as embarrassment seeped through him. His voice was nervous, slightly quivering. “you know who”

You couldn't help but to chuckle as you came closer to the slightly older man. “I want to hear you say it”

"You.... you are the one I have attachment to... I know you might not feel the same but-” he got cut of by you who carefully placed your hands on both his cheeks and turned his head to face you again as you looked deep into his eyes “I do”

Obi-Wan's eyes remained locked on the person he’d wished he’d called his since you first met, and the small blush on his cheeks deepened. His focus remained completely on you, as he lifted both his hands toward your face. Moving you head to look up at him in a better angle he moved forward closer to your face. He stopped right before your lips touched and his beautiful blue eyes shined in the light from the city as he asked you for permission.

[fvckiminthecloset]

Where’s all the Stars Wars x Male Reader?