#Sith!Obi Wan Kenobi

[anstarwar]

Ooh! Requests you say?! Always down for Sithy-Wan and Purge Trooper Cody shenanigans. Maybe them enjoying themselves with something simple and sweet (cake? rain? ocean? A tooka kit?) but everyone around them is not sure how to respond to them? I dunno, just love the conflicting fluff and terror.

There were some feral tookas ‘round the royal residences and, well, they bonded…

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[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 5- Table Sex

Sith!Obi Wan Kenobi x fem!reader

Word count- 1.9k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), the prompt is table but it's actually desk sex lol, seduction, possessive/protective Kenobi, inappropriate use of the force, no use of y/n

Notes- Dedicating this one to all the Sith!Obi girlies (gn)! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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“You wished to see me, Lord Kenobi?” you asked from the doorway to his office where you stood at attention.

He looked up from his desk, yellow eyes looking deep into your soul. But, his face softened- something that didn’t always happen. Lord Kenobi stood up and said your name, “Yes, come in,” he crossed around to the front of his desk.

“Yes, sir?” your voice wavered as you crossed the room and stood only a few feet from him. You took a deep breath to try and steady yourself.

“I hear you’ve been doing good work lately,” he crossed his arms and stood just a little taller, never breaking eye contact with you, “I wanted to thank you personally for all your hard work.”

You shivered, unsure why since the room wasn’t cold, “T-thank you, sir,” you bowed your head slightly. This wasn’t the first time he had done this, but it still made your pulse quicken every time. You had never heard Lord Kenobi praise anyone before, and as much as it sent a jolt of excitement, it also made you nervous since you weren’t sure why he was always so different with you.

 “Please there’s no need for that,” his tone was smooth and sultry as he reached out and tilted your chin up so that you met his gaze once more, “There,” he purred as he released you, “That’s better.”

You stiffened as you swallowed hard. You felt as if his eyes could see every little secret you ever held, including the attraction you developed for your superior. Knowing what you did about the force, you tried your best to bury your feelings whenever he was around, yet you couldn’t help but feel like his eyes read you like a book regardless.

“Is there something I can do for you, my Lord?” you asked, unsure of what to make of the way he devoured you with his eyes.

Kenobi just stared intently for a moment. “Is everything alright with you? Your superiors are treating you well?”

Completely caught off guard by his question, your mouth opened and closed a few times, “Y-yes sir.”

His eyes narrowed, “Are you lying to me?”

“No sir,” you replied almost too quickly.

“So if I were to ask if anyone gave you a difficult time, you would say no? Correct?”

“Why are you asking me this?” you asked, finding yourself too bewildered to be afraid at the moment.

He huffed, “I don’t want anyone accusing you of gaining favoritism from me is all.” Kenobi spoke so nonchalantly that you almost didn’t believe those were his words.

Your posture fumbled slightly, “No sir.” Even you didn’t believe your own words. You had been having trouble with some of the others in your unit, who bullied you and gave you a hard time because of Lord Kenobi’s apparent affinity towards you, but you had no idea he actually knew about it; you hadn’t told anyone about it.

Kenobi slowly stepped close until you felt his breath on your face. He didn’t seem upset that you blatantly lied to his face. In fact, he almost seemed amused. He cupped your chin once more, forcing you to look into his eyes, “As much as I hate to admit it,” his tone was low, “They are correct. I do favor you.”

You let out a gasp as you felt your body freeze in place. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind, but you had trouble forming any words for several moments, “Are you… using the force on me, my Lord?” was all you could say. You felt like you wanted to run, yet you couldn’t budge.

“Never, my darling,” he purred, “I want you to come to me on your own free will,” Kenobi paused, “If you wish, you may leave at any time,” he gestured to the door.

Suddenly you realized that nothing actually held you in place. Kenobi’s grip on your chin wasn’t tight enough to stop anything but turning your head, and he didn’t hold you anywhere else. Your skin warmed as you felt exposed, your secret revealed.

“But I will warn you, if you stay,” Kenobi smirked darkly, “I won’t be able to hold myself back any longer.”

Your eyes darted towards the door over your shoulder and you let out a heavy breath. But, you made your choice, “My Lord,” you whispered softly.

Kenobi’s face lit up, “Good girl,” he cooed as he closed the gap between your faces in a flash with a deep and heated kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards him and engulfing you completely.

You moaned into his mouth as you surrendered to him, your fantasy finally coming true. Never in a thousand years would you have thought that the mighty, powerful, handsome Lord Kenobi would want you, but here he was, kissing you passionately, his hands roaming all over your figure.

In a flash of movement, Lord Kenobi spun you around and backed you up so that your legs hit his desk. When you gasped, he only kissed you deeper, his tongue exploring your mouth and playing with your own. You clung to his robes for support as you tilted your head to allow him better access to your body.

“You taste even better than I thought,” Kenobi groaned in a low tone, “Now let me see how lovely you are underneath those,” he tugged at your uniform.

“My Lord,” you moaned as you felt him open your jacket and slide it off your shoulders, followed by your undershirt.

“Beautiful,” he purred as he cupped your breasts. Kenobi’s fingers brushed across your nipples, causing you to moan loudly, as he squeezed and fondled your soft mounds.

You saw stars as he fondled you, his touch as expert as if he had touched you a hundred times before. But, you were caught off guard once more when you felt a slight pressure on your clit. Without realizing it, your eyes had fluttered shut, but they shot open when you felt that pressure on your clit again.

“My Lord?” you whined.

“Does that feel good, my dear?” Kenobi smirked as his hands ran down your sides and started working on your pants.

“Yes,” you breathed immediately.

His yellow eyes looked like they were about to burst into flames at any moment, “Good,” he put some pressure on your clit once more using the force. His cock twitched in his robes when every moan and writhe you let out, obviously enjoying this greatly.

Kenobi started removing your pants, but he didn’t make things easy for you. He continued to put pressure on your clit even as he worked on undressing you. Your body jerked with every push between your legs, and as it got harder, your legs trembled.

“Lord Kenobi,” you moaned his name as you fought to keep yourself upright on his desk.

“Are you going to cum, my lovely?” his tone was dangerously low.

“Yes,” you breathed.

He let out one single, sharp laugh before he stopped the assault on your clit with the force. When you let out a desperate whine, he put a finger on your lips to shush you, “I don’t want you to cum yet,” he warned as he yanked at his robes, “I don’t want you to cum until my cock is deep inside you.”

The moan you let out was the most sinful sound you had ever made in your life. And you had never been more turned on than you were right there, naked on Lord Kenobi’s desk with your legs spread and your glistening pussy on full display for him. But, your breath caught in your throat when he pulled his robes off and his fully erect cock sprang free. You couldn’t help but stare as your mouth watered, and you knew he noticed by the way he chuckled darkly.

“Not now, my darling,” he cooed as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his eyes, “Right now, I need to fuck you until all you can say is my name,” he leaned in and hovered his lips over yours, “So that everyone here knows you belong to me,” he growled before he kissed you harshly, possessively.

All you could do was moan into him as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and readied yourself for his cock. And you thanked the Maker that he didn’t make you wait long as he positioned himself at your entrance.

Kenobi broke away from the kiss just in time to thrust into you in one harsh movement, fully sheathing himself inside you and savoring the scream that you let out. Your mouth hung open and the moans and cried flowed freely as he thrust into you over and over again, fucking you right there on his desk.

“That’s it, darling,” Kenobi groaned as he felt your warmth around him, “Scream as loud as you want,” skin spalled against skin as he pounded into you, “I want them to hear the way I fuck you.”

“My Lord… Fuck… Ahhh,” you cried out as the room spun.

“Fuck you feel so good,” Kenobi growled as he bit down on your skin hard and picked up his pace.

“Oh fuck… Lord Kenobi!” you screamed as your body started to tremble.

“That’s it,” he growled, “Cum on my cock, my dear. Then you will be mine.”

With just the right amount of pressure on your clit and Kenobi’s cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, you came hard with a loud scream. You clung to Lord Kenobi tightly, so hard that your nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t care. Kenobi thrust into you over and over again, riding out your orgasm on his cock as you gushed onto him.

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned as he started to lose control of himself. Kenobi’s thrusts became erratic as he pounded into you with fervor. The way you clenched around him when you came made him see stars, and temporarily made him putty in your hands- his own little secret. But, it only took a few more thrusts for him to cum deep inside you, spilling himself into you with a growl of your name. 

Spent, Kenobi toppled forward onto his desk, pushing you onto your back in the process. His cock stayed buried inside you, not wanting to pull out just yet. Neither of you moved for several moments, and Lord Kenobi’s arms stayed wrapped around you possessively.

“That was… Maker… Wow,” you sighed as you closed your eyes.

Kenobi huffed in amusement, “There’s plenty more where that came from, my darling.” Begrudgingly, he pulled out of you, but he had to admire the view of you sprawled out on his desk, completely bare, with his seed dripping out of you, “Lovely,” he whispered.

You blinked your eyes open and felt embarrassed that Lord Kenobi was staring at you like that. You made a move to curl yourself up, to cover yourself, but a strong hand stopped you.

“Stay like this,” he ordered.

Swallowing hard, you paused before you answered, “Yes sir,” your voice was so quiet you weren’t sure if he heard you.

“I want you here, like this, every day,” his eyes stared deep into your soul.

“Yes sir,” you moaned.

“Good girl,” Kenobi said in that low sultry voice that made you shiver.

He would take care of anyone who dared harm you later, but for now, your pussy was too tempting to turn away from.

[sithobiwanevent]

Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi Event 2024 Prompts!

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September 22nd -- Emperor Obi-Wan Kenobi

[firstofficerwiggles]

His Mark

Pairing: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x afab reader (no feminine pronouns/terms used)

Rating: M/E, 18+ only

Word count: ~3800

Warnings: Jealous Sith Obi-Wan (he has zero chill), he calls you ‘sweetheart’, smut, explicit descriptions of sex (oral and p in v), reader has a vagina and a clit, Obi-Wan carries reader (he can regardless of their size because he has the Force and is also very strong - our man works out)

Notes: This is dedicated to my friend @kavecika who greatly inspired this idea. The character of Lucas is very loosely related to one of her OCs, although I definitely did him dirty here (but he knows I love the real him).

Looking in the mirror, you try to adjust your uniform collar higher to hide the sizable hickey on your neck. Your friend with benefits had been particularly enthusiastic when you hooked up on Saturday night, and you’d been into it, if only to chase pressing thoughts of your boss, Lord Kenobi from your mind. You sigh. Lord Kenobi is sure to notice the mark, the man notices everything, but you wonder if he’ll bother to comment on it. 

“Why do I even care what he thinks?” you ask yourself.

But you know exactly why. The two of you have been doing your own hooking up around his office for a couple months now. He’s kept it to a fun, no-strings-attached office affair. There’s no feelings involved, no seeing each other outside of work, hell, sometimes he doesn’t even kiss you. At first you were simply giddy with excitement to receive such attention from him along with the most incredible orgasms of your life. Lately though you’ve found yourself wishing you could be more to him. But how are you supposed to have that conversation with a Sith Lord and your boss no less? 

“Excuse me, sir, but would you consider being my boyfriend?” you say out loud to yourself and then cringe at how awful it sounds. Yeah, best to keep these thoughts inside.

This was why you had jumped at the invitation to attend Lucas’ birthday party. You and he had been in the with-benefits situation for a while now. It was light and easy, and for a little while on Saturday you’d managed to forget your handsome boss with his piercing golden eyes and literal magic hands. You shake your head, and then grab your stuff for work, heading out before you’re late.

Lord Kenobi stares at the mark on your neck, peeking out at him from the stiff collar of your jacket. It’s like a caution light to him, a warning that someone else has been there. He knows it’s a lovemark, it has to be. And it irks him. He sighs. You’re becoming a bit of an issue for him. When he chose you for his assistant, he knew he’d have you bent over his desk in days. Yet as much fun as he’s had with you all over his office, you’re entirely too desirable, too fuckable, and much too damn important to him than he wants to admit. It’s why he’s kept you at arms’ length, a nice fuck but nothing serious. He doesn’t do “serious”. Being serious about someone leads to a loss of power, and before you know it you’re pussy whipped, like Anakin. He shudders at the thought. He tells himself he doesn’t care that you see people other than him, until the evidence of that is staring him in the face. He sighs again as he watches you go over to the caf machine. His feet follow you of their own accord.

“So, pleasant weekend, my dear?” he asks lightly.

“Ah yes, thank you, I went to a party,” you respond, then add, “I hope you had a pleasant weekend too?”

“It was dull,” he replies with a shrug, “Definitely not as pleasurable as yours.” His eyes flick to your neck. 

You laugh lightly, "Yeah, it was an entertaining party."

"I like parties," he replies with a tip of his head.

"Maybe I should invite you to come with me next time," you're half-joking.

"I'd like that. I'd like to meet your friends," he says, his tone showing interest. 

His fingers brush over the bruise on your neck, "I'd be interested to meet the friend who left this. Is he a close friend? A boyfriend?"

"No, I- I mean he's close enough, but I don't see him that often, definitely not my boyfriend," you stumble out a reply.

"Bold of him to mark up what isn't his," he states, as he stares into your eyes and leans closer. 

"No, not his," you echo. Your skin feels heated where he touches you, you'd swear he was about to kiss you.

"Lord Kenobi, I need your attention on this mission plan," Commander Rampart bursts into the office, and the moment evaporates.

Later, back at your desk you catch sight of your reflection in your comm pad and the bruise is gone. Lord Kenobi healed it.

Even with the mark erased, Kenobi can still see it there on your perfect neck. His stomach churns with what feels like Mustafarian lava the more he thinks of you with another man. He spends the day imagining you in other men’s arms, in a variety of positions, each one more salacious than the next. It has him half hard and yet seething all day. He snaps at everyone except you. He choked Rampart for bursting into his office unannounced, threw a cadet across the room just for coughing during a meeting, and even made a squadron of purge troopers clean the refreshers in his building because he wasn’t satisfied with their mission report. He can’t have this, it needs remedying immediately.

“Do you have any plans this evening, sweetheart?” Kenobi’s smooth and civilized voice inquires as you’re putting things away for the day.

You look up in surprise at his calm demeanor. He’s been an absolute bear all day and you’ve done all you can to be quiet and industrious so he doesn’t take his anger out on you too. 

“No, I’m not doing anything,” you reply at a loss to why he could be asking.

“Excellent, in that case you’re free to accompany me tonight,” he states, summoning your coat with his powers and holding it out for you. 

Your heart leaps in your chest. You don’t dare refuse him, and honestly you’re excited about the possibility that he wants to see you away from the office. He tells you nothing about your destination as his driver whisks you across the skies of Coruscant. Instead he makes pleasant chatter with you, gossiping about various admirals and sharing little tidbits to make you laugh. He’s the epitome of a charming gentleman, the opposite of the moody grump he’s been all day. 

When the speeder stops you can see that he’s taken you to his posh apartment, with the gorgeous view of the city. You've been here before for various administrative reasons but you've never been invited in as a guest.

He settles you on the couch overlooking that twinkling view and he hands you a delicious glass of wine. He sits next to you, relaxed,

"Tell me how he fucked you."

You nearly spit out the wine.

"What?"

"Tell me how he fucked you, your friend from the party, I want to know." His tone is even, but there’s a demand in his words, “Start at the beginning, whose idea was it?”

“I- um… he suggested it and I thought, why not? It was a party and well, it- it wasn’t anything all that exciting,” you reply, your face burning as you stumble over your words.

“He clearly thought it was exciting enough to bite you,” he retorts dryly, “What position were you in?”

His golden eyes bore into yours and clearly you’re not getting out of this conversation easily.

“I was on top, he was sitting up in bed, his back against the headboard,” you tell him, wondering if that’s enough detail.

“He made you do the work, hmm? Did he at least thrust up into you while you were riding him? Maybe use his fingers on your clit?” Kenobi inquires, apparently he wants to hear even more.

“No, he didn’t thrust really, I was just grinding and bouncing on him,” you report, “And his hands were on my chest the whole time… he did play with my nipples though.”

“Rather lazy on his part,” Kenobi remarks, “Did you at least cum?”

“I- I did,” you admit, you feel like you’re going to combust with the way he’s staring at you right now.

“What’s his name?” he asks, his eyes narrowing.

“Lucas,” you reply, conveniently leaving out his surname. 

“And did you shout, ‘Lucas! I’m cumming for you!’ or something similar?” Lord Kenobi sounds angry again.

You shake your head no, “No, no, to be honest I didn’t make much sound, I didn’t really want the other people there to hear.”

“Where did he cum?” he grinds out, a vein in his forehead has started to throb.

“On my stomach, I moved off him after my orgasm,” you explain, and you can see him relax at that answer.

He takes a sip of his wine, lowers his shoulders and looks visibly calmer.

“Do you have plans to see Lucas again?”

“No, we didn’t make any plans, no,” you reply, again shaking your head for emphasis.

“Good, I don’t want you to see him again,” he states, his voice is deep, rather husky, “I don’t want you to see any other man.”

“You don’t?” you ask weakly, his response to this whole thing has been beyond your imaginings.

“No. I want to be the man in your life, the only man in your life,” he declares. 

You breathe in sharply at his confession, and then you look at him, considering his remark.

“Will I be the only one in your life? Because that’s what I want. I don’t just want to be your office affair, I need more than that,” you tell him, your cards on the table now, your voice as steady as you can make it when making such a demand of a Sith Lord.

“Yes, I’ll be faithful to you. You have my word,” he agrees, his eyes glowing intensely, “And I also want this to go beyond the office, I think everyone should see that you’re mine.”

“I believe you,” you reply, your heart pounding at the emphasis he placed on the word ‘mine’.

“Good. And now, sweetheart, I think it’s time I fucked you the way you deserve to be fucked.” 

You barely have time to set down your wine glass before he’s tugging you to your feet and pulling you close. His mouth claims yours, hungry and passionate, kissing you as though he’s been dying to do so for weeks. You return his kiss, trying to match his passion, your hands gripping his strong shoulders. 

Kenobi sweeps you into his arms, carrying you to his bedroom but never breaking your kiss on the way. When he gets you there, he tosses you on the bed and climbs on top of you. He tears open your uniform jacket, baring your neck better and then he pins your hands down with his. His mouth descends on you, kissing a path from your lips down the column of your neck until he reaches the point where Lucas’ mark was. 

“My sweetheart,” he intones, before biting and sucking on your neck. 

The feeling is exquisite, a blend of pain and pleasure combined with the knowledge of his desire to possess you. It’s a heady intoxication that makes you moan his name,

“Lord Kenobi…”

He lifts his head a moment, “Call me by my first name, Obi-Wan,” he tells you, his voice raspy with need.

“Obi-Wan,” you moan for him, delighting in the way his name sounds in your voice. 

His response is a lusty growl followed by another sharp bite to your tender skin. He is determined to mark you up so that everyone will see that you are claimed. His hands get involved too, yanking at your uniform and exposing more of your skin. With each patch that is revealed, he kisses, bites, and sucks at you. When he gets to your underpants, he uses his teeth to bite the waistband and then he tugs them down and off you.  

His large hands push your legs open wide as he looks between them, licking his lips.

“Lucas didn’t eat you out, did he?” Obi-Wan asks.

“N-no, that’s not really his thing,” you admit, still rather embarrassed to be giving him all these details.

“The man is an idiot,” he mutters, “Didn’t fully appreciate this treasure.” 

His fingers reach out to trace through your wetness, too light for any type of relief but enough to get his fingers coated in you. You watch as he brings those fingers to his mouth, his tongue laving over them as he hums in satisfaction.

“Even better direct from the source,” you breathe, opening your legs wider for him.

He gives you his cockiest smile, “Let’s see, shall we?”

You expect him to dive right in with the hungry look he’s giving you, but instead he kisses the sensitive skin of your thighs. You squirm in anticipation of his touch where you really want it and then moan in surprise as he bites your inner thigh. Apparently the man isn’t done making his mark on your body. He gives you a second love bite on your other thigh, giving it a strong suck and then soothing it with his tongue. You are whimpering now, just desperate to feel him touch you. 

“Please, Obi-Wan, please, I need- oooh!” you beg him shamelessly until he bites you again, harder.

“Be patient, sweetheart, let me enjoy what’s mine,” he admonishes you. His eyes positively glow at you as his lips ghost over the marks he’s just made. It’s maddeningly close to where you want him, but still too far. He pauses to look at you, quivering for him.

“So gorgeous for me,” he murmurs before finally licking through your core with intention.

You whimper in relief and he smiles into your skin. His tongue draws a path from the very bottom of your slit to the top of your sensitive clit. Lapping at you, his tongue spells out his name across the little pleasure pearl. 

“Oh, yes, Obi-Wan, right there,” you gasp out his name in delight. 

His tongue is magical on your body and the way he moves it has you writhing for him in no time at all. You can feel a tingling sensation on your nipples, and you know he’s using the Force to stimulate you there too. Always one to do things to the fullest, Obi-Wan adds his fingers inside you, crooking them exactly right to find that soft, spongy place that makes you gush around him. Your own fingers plunge into his silky hair at the combined sensations, you grip the golden copper strands as he works you into a tightly wound ball of desire. 

He loves the way you tug on his hair, the little sounds you make for him, how incredibly wet you are for him, the way you can’t keep still, all of it is because of him and what he can do to you. He is confident no other man can make you feel the way he can, he can do things no other man has ever done to you, and he intends to keep showing you until his is the only name on your lips.

You tremble violently as Obi-Wan’s mouth, fingers, and magic bring you to your breaking point. You shout his name as every muscle in your body tenses before you explode in white hot pleasure. You feel as if you have become molten metal, melting into his bed from what he’s done to you. 

He takes a moment to appreciate the way he’s ruined you already. His tongue licks up more of your slick and he enjoys feeling you shiver at the sensation. He stands up and quickly removes his clothing, for once not caring where his usually pristine uniform falls as he tosses it away.

You lie there panting as you feel him watching you. Then he returns to the bed, peppering little kisses across your skin as he crawls up to lie beside you. He looms over your spent form, dipping his head to kiss you. His tongue swipes over yours and you can taste your own release. He’s never done anything so intimate before, and it makes your heart pang with emotion.

Obi-Wan is throbbing with the need to be inside you. He presses himself into your soft skin, happy that you automatically spread your legs for him, making room for him where he belongs. He shifts his hips so that his cock can rub through your wetness,

“Do you feel how hard I get for you, sweetheart? Can you see how crazy you make me?” he breathes in your ear.

You moan in response, a combination of sounds that appear to be the word please. 

It’s another boost to his ego that he’s already got you so desperate for him. He lines up his cock with your entrance and pushes in with one fluid stroke. He holds himself there for a moment, giving you a chance to adjust. He looks down at you beneath him, your gorgeous face is full of desire for him. He drops his head down to capture your mouth with his. He kisses you torridly, his tongue deep inside your mouth as he takes all of you. 

You sigh into his mouth, blown away by the sheer ardor and tenderness of the moment. Once he’s inside you, he’s usually off to a fast pace, pounding away at you. This time though he appears to be savoring the moment, enjoying every part of possessing you. Your hands stroke over his skin gently, memorizing how he feels like this, searing the sensation into your heart. 

Obi-Wan wants to show you how good he can fuck you, that he can bring you to heights you’ve only dreamed of reaching. He wants to make you forget about all your other lovers. He breaks the kiss as he begins rolling his hips. He feels himself drag out of you slowly before pushing back into your velvet heat. It’s always a tight fit with you, and he loves how you clench hard around his cock each time as you can feel him pulling out.  

“Sweetheart, feel how much your body hugs me, how it craves me, trying to keep me inside you, it knows you belong to me,” he drawls.

“Yes, Obi-Wan, yes, I’m yours… all for you… all I want is you,” you promise him between gasps as he thrusts harder, your words driving him on. 

Your hands grip and massage his powerful shoulders and strong arms. You touch his chest, his sides, anywhere your hands can reach. You’re trying to tell him without words how desirable you find him. 

The way you’re touching him is so tender, so sensual, it turns him on even more. You’ve never been this tactile during sex before, and he realizes it’s usually because he has you in a position where you can’t touch him like this. Or perhaps it’s because you never felt that you were allowed to touch him like this. 

“Your hands feel so good on me, sweetheart,” he praises you, “You know I’m yours just as you are mine.”

Hearing him say that he is yours, lights a fire within you. You move your legs up higher on his body, squeezing tighter around his waist. It gives you more freedom to move. You rock your hips with his, moving in counterpoint to his thrusts, gasping from how good it feels.

“Mine… my Sith Lord… my Obi-Wan,” you moan out, looking right into his eyes as you stake your claim on him.

His eyes flash with your words and he crushes his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. When he lifts his head, his thrusts speed up and he looks deep into your soul as he demands,

“Say it again.”

“Mine… all mine… and I’m yours… yours.”

It’s getting harder to speak now, his cock is driving all coherent thoughts from your mind. All you can do is feel. You feel his breath, hot on your skin, followed by his mouth, kissing and biting at your neck again, then his hands shifting your hips higher, his cock, going even deeper and brushing up against the sharpest pleasure inside you and the incredible sensations of his use of the Force, making your entire being shiver with desire. You arch your back and throw your head into his pillows. Your voice is practically singing his name from the thrill of being so utterly claimed by him. You feel incredible as his power overtakes you, the pleasure spreads from your core to your entire body. It’s as if you are enveloped by a warm golden light that grows brighter and brighter until it consumes you completely and you explode in thousands of points of sparkling light. 

Obi-Wan feels your climax both on his cock and through the Force. He welcomes your energy, allows it to blend with his. It brings him a profound sense of pleasure that he feels deep within his being. He feels euphoric as his body reaches his release. This time he doesn’t pull out of you the way he always has in the past but instead, he allows himself to cum deep inside you. The feeling is so sublime he moans your name even louder than before. 

You hug your Sith lover to your body, you feel more connected to him than ever before, especially when he doesn’t immediately pull away from you. Instead he kisses you, pressing your body into his bed, your name on his lips between kisses and his hands caressing you with a softness that you didn’t know he possessed. 

Obi-Wan manages to roll you both to your sides, and he wraps his arms around you. He basks in the afterglow of absolutely fantastic sex. He looks at you with a sense of pride. You look positively boneless, so blissed out and smiling from ear to ear. He tangles himself up in you, cuddling you to his chest until you both fall asleep.

The next morning, you’re getting ready in his obscenely large refresher, when he brings you a fresh uniform to wear. It’s different from your usual uniform, this one has a different jacket style with a v-neck. When you turn to check out your reflection in the mirror, you realize just how many love bites Obi-Wan gave you last night, none of which are even remotely covered by the new jacket.

He notices you tugging at your new uniform, “Problem, darling?”

“Well, um, this jacket doesn’t have as much height as my old one,” you reply, a touch embarrassed, “I’m not sure this look suits me?”

“I think it looks perfect on you,” he replies, not even bothering to hide his cocky smile, “Everything looks perfect on you today.”

Your face fills with heat as he comes up behind you, his hands coming around your waist, his lips at your neck. 

“In fact, I think you should look like this every day. I’ll see to it, personally.”

Thank you so much for reading!!

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October 27th- "I don't want to hurt you." @sithobiwanevent

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Disclaimer: This is not the Sithywan from yesterday's post, they just uh.. have the same design. And I actually drew this comic first xD

This is from my own Sith!Obi-wan AU! Where Maul is a Jedi, and Obi-wan was Dooku's padawan. Obi-wan follows Dooku out of the Order, they fake his death, and he becomes Darth Vain, a mysterious, masked figure that spreads fear and chaos for the "greater good." AU rambles below!

Oh my GODDDD this took so long! I really thought I was going to do rendering shortcuts for this piece, but I wanted it to be Dramatic and Extra.

A little context! Because this AU lives rent free in my head:

Maul and Obi-wan were best friends (and gay for each other) when growing up in the Temple together. When Obi-wan "died", Maul found it hard to move on, and so threw himself into training Anakin and finding Vain. He has a conspiracy theory board, complete with string, in their shared dorm and everything.

Maul has been looking for Vain for ages at this point. He's training Anakin, but more than that, became obsessed with the man who killed his master (Qui-gon). The timeline is a little switched, in that Dooku left the Jedi Order before Qui-Gon died, but the rest is pretty role-swapped.

Of course he never recognized Obi-wan's force presence during their many encounters, but seeing his face finally makes him realize that his friend is alive. And worse than he ever was.

[nicolabarth]

Even as a Sith, one shouldn't come to Dathomir unprepared

Done for the @sithobiwanevent for the prompt "Taken hostage/Inappropriate use of the force"

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🌤️!

🌤️ Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

We’ll do an angsty snippet of dialogue from What You Wish For:

“Cody?” He hated the confusion in Obi-Wan’s voice, but it would not break his resolve. He was leaving whether Obi-Wan was there to see him go or not. “You’re leaving.”

“It’s time. It’s been time for awhile now, but…” He shrugged, not knowing how to put any of it into words. He loved Obi-Wan and always would, but love could only get them so far. “I’ll be in the town to the west for at least a few days. If you want to join me you can, but I won’t do this anymore. I can’t.”

“We are nearly there. We cannot give up now.”

“You can’t give up. I gave you six months. It’s been two years. Maybe there’s something out there. Maybe there’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. I just want peace. I want a little house. I want to do something that makes me happy. Maybe a few people to call friends. Maybe a family someday.” Cody took a shaky breath and bit back the sob caught in his throat. “I just want a place to call home. I thought that was you.”

“Cody—”

“I’ll wait. Just a few days.” Cody stepped closer and pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek, a gentle goodbye while his heart tore itself into jagged pieces. “I love you. I’ll always love you. I hope you find what you seek, but most of all I hope you find peace.”

[mysticalgalaxysalad]

So I'm thinking more Sith!Obi-Wan thots 😈😍

Suppose it's your first time as his date to some fancy Imperial gala. He's delighted to show you off, and of course, dance with you. Maybe dancing gets him in the mood for other intimate embraces, and you find yourself being tugged into a nearby coat room/closet for a secret tryst.

Ohohooo, yes, bestie 😏❤️

Imperial Love

Ship: Sith!Obi Wan x f!reader

Summary: Sith Lord Kenobi invited you for a gala evening and things get heated after first round of dancing.

Rating: explicit smut, 18+, minors don't interact

Warnings: vaginal fingering, pussy licking, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, pussy drunk Lord Kenobi deserves his own warning 😏, squirting

It all started with a single package with a fancy sticker. For my love.

You sigh and smile, knowing who sent it, even if it wasn't signed. Lord Kenobi had an exquisite taste for beautiful things. So when you opened it, and found beautiful, long, high slit, dark blue dress with little diamonds, that look like starry night sky, you were not surprised, although your eyes widened with adoration. The dress hugged your figure so well, enhanicng every curve, cleveage being deep just enough to tease.

You couldn't stop at yourself in the mirror, feeling so pretty. You finished your makeup and hair and eventually it was time to meet with Lord Kenobi.

Obi Wan already waited before your room. His golden-red eyes widened at the sight of you, lips parting in admiration and awe. His possesive side tells him to fuck all Imperials and their galas and to destroy you right now at your bed, but this evening was somehow important, to his annoyance. Obi Wan watches you with hungry eyes, making you blush and your stomach flutters. You smile at him, watching him kissing your hand like a gentleman he is.

"Sith hells, you look incredibly gorgeous, my sweetheart," he pulls you for a passionate kiss. When he pulls away, you look breathless and panting. Absolutely delicious. And only his.

"Shall we go, love?" You nod and Obi Wan leads you to the gala event. You both look so good and everyone turns to you, admiring how you look together. Sith Lord proudly shows you off, but his hand never leaves your side.

You both have a great time and dancing round already started. Lord Kenobi pulls you closer to him, as you dance, his hands slowly roam over your body. You can't stop looking at him, biting your lips in attempt to muffle your moans, and when your ass grinds against him slightly, Obi Wan can't handle it anymore.

"Fucking hell, girl, you drive me crazy," he growls and leads you away to nearest empty room. He locks it behind you and in the second is on you, kissing you so passionately, leaving you breathless and needy for him.

"Mhmmm, my Sith Lord, please, fuck me already," you moan, rubbing your thighs together, as his mouth cover your neck in hickeys and love bites. Obi Wan groans, his rock hard cock twitches at your words. He slides hand between your legs, finding you soaked with arousal. He smiles.

"How can I say no to such a good girl? You are my good girl, only mine," he praises you, rubbing circles on your clit, before sliding two fingers into your pussy. You whimper his name, holding onto him for dear life, as he starts such a pace, that has you keening and panting for your Sith Lord. It doesn't take you long to cum hard on his fingers. Obi Wan watches you, as he licks his fingers clean and kneels before you.

"Good fucking girl, deserve a reward," he winks at you and throws your leg over his shoulder, his hands and the Force keeps you in place, as he latches his mouth on you. You moan loudly, hot pleasure flowing your veins, warmth spreads from your lower abdomen to your other parts. Obi Wan eats you out with vigor, like a man starving. His eyes eventually close and he actually moans, feeling your walls flutter around his tongue.

"A-Hhhh, ahhh, Obi Wan, mmghhnn, I'm- fuckinghellshitrightthere- gonna-"

"Cum for me, my dear, let me taste you, give it to me all," Obi Wan purrs and you climax again, grinding hips needily into his mouth. He laps at your juices, dripping down his chin. When you come down from your high, a sight for gods awaits you. Sith Lord Kenobi kneeling before you, his lower face drenched in your release, panting and moaning with eyes still closed.

Eventually he gets up and kisses you again, you can taste yourself on him. He picks you up, letting you wrap legs around his waist, as he frees his painfully hard cock, already leaking precum, and rubs it against you, making you whine.

"My pretty woman, I'd do anything for you," he whispers and slips inside you. You both moan in unison, he lets out string of curses, as he desperately tries not to cum right now, feeling your pussy tighten around him.

"Ah, fuck, so tight- so good sweetheart-"

"F-fuck yes, Obi, right there, fuck- don't stop, please- ahhh-"

Your needy groans of pleasure echo in the room. Lord Kenobi angles hips, slamming into your sweet spot only he can hit, and you keen, eyes rolling into your skull. Obi Wan curses again and fucks you faster, harder against the wall. He doesn't give a shit, who hears you, the only thing that matters right now, is your pussy clenching around his cock. He's lost in your pleasure, totally lost in the sauce.

"Ahhh, fuck- Obi Wan- ahh-"

Your orgasm hits you like a brick wall, hard and unexpected, you can feel warm liquid soaking Obi's lower abdomen and at the same time he spills inside you with a growl of your name, some of his cum drip down your thighs. He thrusts few more times, before stilling completely, holding you in his arms and kissing you softly, leaning his forehead against yours.

After few minutes, when you both calmed down, he slides out of you. Your legs feel like a jello, when you try to stand, your knees buckle and Obi catches you, before you can fall. He smirks at you.

"Ready to come home, love? I am not done with you yet."

[miseries-mistress]

THE PRICE OF ATTACHMENT | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: As darkness falls, the light shall rise, was a phrase your master had uttered since the day she took you on. Its purpose was to remind you that you were always stronger than the darkness, and for most of your life, you had believed that she was right, that you could never succumb to the coldness of the infamous dark side. But, slowly, the phrase begins to lose its gravity when the force seemingly connects you with a cunning Sith Lord whose heart is that of a damned sinner bound by the essence of his angel touched by the light, you.  

Warnings: the reader's gender is not mentioned, light obsession, some sadistic obi-wan, asphyxiation (not in the smut sense), angry obi-wan???, i think that's it. W/C: 4,729

Notes: i've been working on this shit all weekend, and i'm still not happy with it, but oh well (repost bc it's not showing up in the tags)

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"I've been having these…dreams, master." You cross your feet over each other while your master tilts her head, silently urging you to continue. "Or visions… I'm not exactly sure what to call them."

"And what happens in these visions of yours?"

You close your eyes, becoming conscious of your breathing as it evens out. I am one with the force. The force is with me. In the meditation room, you feel the dust swirling under the moonlight, the calmness that washes over your master, and the soft carpet beneath you. 

You expand your signature, brushing against your master's, and she lets you in without hesitation. You hear her breathing steady, and you find her calmness is contagious.

Opening your mind to another force user, are we? 

Your eyes fly open as you slam your mental barriers up. Your master jumps, startled by the abrupt end to your meditation and the fear that spikes into your force signature. 

"Leave me alone," you hiss, and your gaze hardens into a glare.

 And why would I do that when you provide such fruitful entertainment?

"Out. Now," you declare, and his chortle resonates in your head. 

You're no fun, my dear, but, as you wish.

You feel your master's questioning gaze, and you stand at attention for another second, feeling his signature shrink back into his own mind before slumping, running your hand down your face. You knew his strangely familiar accent anywhere, for he always carried a smugness within his teasing words. 

"What was that?" your master asks quietly to avoid startling you. As you straighten your spine, a weary sigh falls from your lips as you move back into a meditative position. If anything, he fueled your resolve to find out who he was and how to stop him from invading your mind. 

"He spoke to me...just now." Your master didn't push, but she closed her eyes, settling back into the comfort of serenity, and you followed suit, branching out your signature once more, and she took it with ease. 

From the depths of your mind, you recall the dreams you've endured during your slumber. Then, you let it go, allowing her to see his golden eyes, the crushing weight of his power tainted with darkness, his feline grace, honey-coated words, and the darkness of his robes. You pull each encounter from your mind, letting her flip through them methodically, deciphering each one before you pull them away. Her calmness is the only thing to keep your anxiety from rising. You didn't know who this man was besides that he was a Sith Lord. Initially, you believed them to be dreams, your mind cycling through your hidden fears and worries to deal with them, but then they got more vivid, too impossible to be mere dreams until they developed into what they are now. 

Once you finished showing her all but one of your encounters, you broke yourself out of your meditative state, your eyes finding hers. She ran her hand through her silky black locks, sighing before she spoke. 

"These encounters of yours…how long have they been happening?"

"A month." You slightly cringed. You knew how bad that sounded, not informing the Council or anyone for that matter of something that was potentially threatening to the Jedi. Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched in her throat. You tried to quell your own growing unease, but her reaction made it surge. 

"The Council didn't want the news to get out, but I suppose it's better if you knew." Now you are really worried. What did this Sith have to do with anything?

"There has been the appearance of a new Sith Lord who calls himself by the name Darth Valor. The Council knows nothing of him besides that, but they believe he is a fallen Jedi."

Your head felt like it was spinning with the information, but your curiosity peaked amidst the whirlwind of your thoughts. 

"Who?"

"Kenobi."

You sucked in a breath. Every Jedi knew of the revered Obi-Wan Kenobi, who killed a Sith while still a padawan. You still remember the stir he caused in the Temple, his name being excitedly whispered among every master and padawan and the Council letting him take his trials early, which only added to the pedestal they had placed him on. 

You also recall training with him while your master was away. He was unpredictable and, most of all, unbeatable. He would remain steadfast no matter how eloquently you parried or pushed forward with reckless abandon. More often than not, you ended your sparring sessions lying on the floor in defeat, trying to catch your breath as he joined you. You two would lay together on the sparring mat until you could sweep his crisp locks that always fell into his eyes back into his neatly set hair, waiting for the contagious airy laughter that followed, which never failed to make your heart flutter.

Despite the fond memories you harbored, you also remembered him disappearing a year ago without a word, the gossip circling through the Temple about what might have become of the master negotiator.

Now you know and are left dumbfounded, digesting the information with unease.

"What does he want?" you whisper, your eyes finding the floor. Why would he be so interested in you? Did he intend to turn you? What was his motive?

"I don't know, young one, but whatever it is, you must learn to control your emotions, okay?" You look up, finding her eyes filled with a sincerity you've only seen a couple of times in your life. You nod, and she embraces you, letting your head fall to her shoulder to savor the contact of the person you regarded as a mother hugging you. You felt the tension melt from your mind, concentrated on her hand, rubbing soothing circles across your back. 

"Yes, master," you murmured into her robes before she gave you one last squeeze, pulling away. 

"Now, I best be on my way, but try and get some sleep tonight. No doubt the Council will want to brief you in the morning." You nodded, and the corners of her lips curled into a gentle smile. Your master had taken over Obi-Wan's position on the Council when he had disappeared (turned), so she carried a great deal of responsibilities trying to fill Obi-Wan's shoes. And although you felt terrible for her, from the apparent dark circles under her eyes from working late into the night, you also felt a great deal of pride that your master was able to obtain a seat on the Jedi Council, one of the highest honors a Jedi could receive. 

Once she left, you exhaled loudly, stretching your muscles and allowing yourself to sit with your thoughts for a couple more minutes before leaving the room to your bedroom. 

You shut the door, peeling off your robes and hanging them up. Then, you began your nightly routine, moving with proficiency around your room, the neon lights softly filtering through your blinds. Once you are finished, you climb into the familiarity of your bed, letting the soft sheets encompass you and fill you with a known sense of tranquility, and before you know it, you fall prey to the temptation of sleep. 

—

Voices floated into your ears, loud chatter and laughter accompanying it with the faint sound of music drifting through the crisp night air. You blinked, squinting against the harsh light in your eyes. You're not in your bed. You know that from your bare feet padding the sticky hardwood and the chill of the night against your arms. Alarm bubbles in your throat and squeezes the air from your lungs when you realize where you are. 

A cantina, from what it seems, filled to the brim with hungry patrons, dancing women, and undoubtedly wealthy merchants. It was older, probably on the rougher side of the planet as you could see the age in the walls, along with the less modern furniture, opting to stick with something more wood-based as the lights unceremoniously swung above you with each rattle from the ceiling. You hastily turn around, trying to grasp at your sudden change of surroundings just as a man passes by you so close your shoulders collide, but he doesn't turn around, continuing to stumble forward as if nothing happened. 

You recognize you're in another one of your dreams, although the revelation does little to calm you. If you're here, that means Darth Valor must be close by. 

You push past the crowd of people, watching each one intently for any recognition of the Sith. From what you had gathered from these meetings, they never ended until you met with him. Therefore, if you were going to be forced into this foreign place, mise, well, get it done and over with. 

As your eyes continue to graze through the mass, they catch upon a head of auburn hair, and you stop. There's no doubt in your mind that it's him, sitting over to the side with a grey-haired man. Valor appears less than interested in whatever the man across from him is so absorbed in. 

He must have noticed he was being watched because his gaze shifted almost imperceptibly from the man to you. His sickly yellow irises meet yours, and at that moment, the cascade of voices doesn't seem so loud. His bored eyes turn playful, the ghost of a grin flashes across his pursed lips, and there's a darkness in his delighted expression. As much as you hated it, you felt the familiar oppression of his force's presence tapping along the edge of your thoughts in search of a weakness before it thrusts through your mind's barricades, burrowing into your subconscious. The pure and unfettered darkness is suffocating, tearing through each hindrance with practiced agility that elicits a splitting pain to erupt throughout your head, and you close your eyes to withstand the pressure. It felt as though a vacuum had sucked all the light out of the room in one swift stroke, catching the air in your lungs and forcing your mind into a naked and defenseless state of submission. As much as you pushed against him, fighting against the invasion, you were ultimately defenseless to stop it. 

My, my, my dear, you do arrive at the best times.

You involuntarily shivered as his voice pierced through the veil of your thoughts. 

You know I resent being here. So just let me go already. You shot back, narrowing your eyes. 

You hear the sharp click of his tongue through the haze settling over your thoughts. Oh, darling, how many times must I remind you that this is not my doing. If I didn't know any better, I would think you had an infatuation with me. 

Valor watches with barely contained amusement as your jaw falls slack, and you feel the heat rise to your face. This Sith is far more annoying and talkative than the few you've met. I don't want this either, and I am definitely not infatuated with you, Sith.  

Who said I didn't want it? 

Again, you find yourself baffled- and flustered- by him. How could someone be so challenging to talk to? He's a Sith, for Maker's sake! So why is he conversing casually with you instead of trying to pry every scrap of information you know about the Republic out of your head? 

Oh, sweet thing, I'm not a monster. I would never do such treacherous things to you.

The Sith are creatures of darkness, lured by a false sense of freedom. By associating with them, you become a monster of your own design. 

His defeated sigh rings in your ears, and you watch as his finger circles the lip of his drink. You can feel his...dejection? Sweeping over him before his eyes stray from his glass to find yours while they twist into something devilish with a barely stifled smirk as he responds absentmindedly to the merchant next to him. 

I've been thinking, little one, and from what I can tell, this is none of our doing but the way of the force. Curious, isn't it that the force would connect two souls such as ourselves?

Your head perks up at his assessment. Why would the force connect you two? Different in every way imaginable and coupled with two different sides of the force and in any case, the Sith had every reason to lie–

I've never lied to you once, little one. You growled, trying to shove Valor from your thoughts, but he doesn't relent, flipping through each one with interest. You can feel the amusement rolling of his signature in waves and into your own at your frustration. 

For Maker's sake, stop calling me that.

And why would I do that when you react so sweetly? It's endearing how much you try to fight me. The ghost of a hand caresses your cheek, and you turn away from the sensation, glaring at him. He was purposely trying to make you uncomfortable, you realize, and disgust twists in your gut. 

Hmm, give me a second, my dearest, while I deal with this interruption, then I can have you all to myself. Valor cooed as his irises lingered on yours for a second longer before the two men slowly rose from their seats, their feet carrying them to a room away from the rest. You didn't even acknowledge you were moving until you came to the door they entered. You quirked your eyebrows as you noticed it was left ajar, and curiosity began to bubble until it swiftly took hold of you, guiding your hand to open it and step inside. When you did, you first saw the crackling, eerie red hum of an ignited saber clutched loosely in Valor's hand, his gaze downcasted as you followed it to the man lying in a pool of his own blood, his eyes void of life, staring at the ceiling peppered with tiny lights. You stumble back at the sheer power of the darkness weighing over every inch of the room like a dense fog, its tendrils poking and prodding at the light so fervently that it makes you dizzy.

Your sharp breath catches Valor's attention, and his body tenses like a deer caught in headlights. He sighs, running his hand down the scruff of his beard in what could only be described as dissatisfaction. Your hand flies to where your lightsaber should be, and with sickening horror, you realize it's not there. Well, of course, it isn't there. You were sleeping before this. 

"You weren't supposed to see that. Although I admire your haste to see me, I thought I told you to wait outside." Your eyes snap to him, and he raises an eyebrow as you find the wall behind you. 

"Why did you kill him?" you growl, and Valor seems taken aback by your hostility. 

"Well, frankly, he wasn't supplying us with the high-quality materials that he promised, so I needed to make an example out of him so others don't get the impression that they can cheat the Separatists of what we demand."

"You killed him because he wasn't doing his job?" you ask incredibly.

"Oh, my sweet thing, don't feel sympathy for this man. After all, he was wanted for multiple accounts of abuse, selling, trading, owning slaves, rape, assault, you name it. I was only getting rid of the filth that infects the galaxy." He took a step forward, and you took a step back, your back hitting the concrete wall with a thud behind you. The bumps and crevices pushed uncomfortably into your spine, the coldness from it seeping into your skin down to the depths of your bones. 

"I hate for you to leave on this note, my love, but it seems our time has been cut short. Until next time."

And with that, your surroundings vanish, evaporating into the darkness as you awake in a frenzy. You jolt upright, your skin sheen with the gleam of sweat, as you try to tame the erratic beating of your heart. You shoved your blanket off you as the perspire began to cool on your quivering figure under the gelid of the moon. This was your fifth encounter with Valor, but the trembling feeling he left you with never seemed to vanish after each meeting. It terrified you how much of an effect a Sith had on you. You were supposed to be the embodiment of serenity, the pinnacle of peace, yet your fingers could barely grasp the whims of these sacred emotions, and the chaos, fear, and passion, which was once a faraway nightmare, was now an ever-looming shadow with the heart of temptation. 

You ran your hand down your face. There had to be an explanation, some reason for these strange meetings. You only hope that the Council will have answers to your burning questions. 

—

Morning came faster than you expected, with the sun rising above the horizon and spilling through your bedroom curtains. Nevertheless, you get ready for the day with a false sense of calmness, attempting to keep your mind at bay while you brew your cup of caf. Talking with the Council was always nerve-racking. They all held an iron sense of authority and respect that made you want to run away and never look back. Not that you were particularly shy about confrontation, but the Council is an entirely different ballpark. As they were stern and unfeeling, they wouldn't hesitate to put the order before you, and your unintentional connection to the dark side might be the very thing that expels you. You took a hesitant breath. You had to quell your anxieties for the sake of finding the answers you've been searching for about the cause of your involuntary bond and how to severe it.

You knew it would be for the best to let go of the attachment you seemed to have formed the past month because, as much as it was painful to say, Darth Valor was an enigma who ensnared your waking and sleeping thoughts. 

"Why, I didn't think you thought so highly of me, my dear." 

Fear licks up your spine, your heart jackhammering in your chest so hard you are afraid he can hear it. You don't dare turn around to face the source of that voice, for the stifling wave of panic keeps you rooted to your spot in front of the counter. Your throat thickens, your tongue suddenly too big for your mouth while you try to think of a response as you battle your inner dread. There should be no reason for you to be this terrified of the man, for he wasn't actually here. The only reason he's here so spontaneously was the involuntary dream walking...of sorts like you had done the night before. He could only do so much harm and was also limited by this state. But despite your reassurances, your body won't cooperate with your commands, leaving you in a jumbling state of dread that you're sure he can feel. 

"You're early. Usually, I am graced with the pleasure of not seeing your face for at least another couple of days." A good reply, one that hides your inner conflict.

"Yes, well, you're easy to find, darling." You turn slowly to witness him peeking around your apartment, his hand gliding across the countertop.

You are about to turn back around to finish making your caf when you finally register his words, and you feel the cold brush of fear against your neck as the air becomes significantly thinner. 

He's here. 

He's here.  

This is not another one of your force encounters. No, he found you. 

Valor senses the sudden spike of fear, and he quirks his head. 

"Did you think you would stay hidden forever, my love?" He clicks his tongue at your lack of response. "You should know that I will have what is mine. It was only a matter of time before I found where you were hiding. It seems our bond is good for more than one thing."

He clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes still roaming around your room. You close your eyes, focusing on your breathing. Valor hasn't threatened to harm you, and he hasn't shown any malicious intent toward you. It's not like you can kick him out, more for fear of him lashing out in a fury. For now, you are safe, and you need to relax and keep a clear head for the likely scenario that things escalate and you'll have to draw your lightsaber. Your eyes flutter open. You're a Jedi. You can do this.

You don't realize how close he is until his eyes settle upon you. There must not be more than two feet between you, and that alone fills you with an emotion you've long since buried in your subconscious. 

It doesn't matter. A small voice in your head urged, and you found yourself agreeing with it. It doesn't matter because you were on your way to see the Council to put an end to your meetings with him, hopefully for good. 

"And here I thought what we had was special." His hand flew out, taking a hold of your wrist, yanking you back, so you trip over your feet. His front presses flush to your back as he holds you against the counter, so you are trapped in his grasp. 

"What do you want, Sith?" you spit the title like a curse, malice lacing your words while his chest vibrates with his deep chuckle. Your mind is thrown into overdrive, and you can't tell if it's him or his signature, but the desperation to be free from the overbearing sensations with even more unfamiliar feelings clouds your thoughts and makes you writhe. His hands move in a flurry to your hips, squeezing them harshly to control your squirming. He releases a strained breath from his lips, and you feel its heat at the base of your neck, spreading goosebumps down your arms. You feel his...desire? Is that what it is? Rush into his signature like a tidal wave, and the force of it sends heat creeping along your skin. 

"You, but I'm afraid we won't have time for that." If he feels the tension in your body, he doesn't comment. 

What in Sith hell is happening? A Sith, fallen Jedi, dark warrior pinned to your back, practically overflowing with need, is claiming to want you. 

Out of all the people in the galaxy, he's taken a liking to you. 

And the feeling of being wanted brings out much more joy than it should because all your life, you've never been needed or wanted besides your master, who was the only one to take a leap of faith by taking you on as an apprentice. But now, his lust has been corrupted by a gut-twisting passion that sends an unprecedented thrill through your skin. The sin of it grows in appeal by the second, and you hold the trepidation deep within the depths of your heart of indulging in it, leading to the corruption of your soul, your signature, and all things you hold true.

"Don't be so frightened, little one," his lilting voice drifts over the shell of your ear, and you desperately try to ignore it. Then, in his weakened grip, you turn around with a swift flourish and jump back in surprise at how close he is to the counter as it digs harshly into your spine. From this position, you can see the light freckles sprinkled across his cheeks, the red rimming his bright, golden eyes, and the smoothness of his features with the prickle of his beard that appears to have been freshly groomed.

"Oh, you're not scared, are you?" He cocks his brow in surprise before it dissolves with a peal of laughter filled with a newfound amusement. His eyes crinkle with mirth when he smiles, his hand suggestively roaming over your waist. "I didn't realize you were such a filthy little thing-"

"Get out of my head, you monster!" your words carried a false sense of strength and authority because the proximity in which his body leans over yours is weakening in itself.

"It's a shame you belittle me as a monster. I had hoped that we had moved past such titles."

"It's hard to move past what you are," you retort, and his hands slap the counter next to you, caging your body with his own. He leans in, his lips just barely cascading over the shell of your ear, his words tainted with seduction but carrying the undercurrent of a warning. 

"Such a tenacious spirit. It's a shame you don't put it to good use."

You freeze, desperately trying to keep your nerves. Valor is a Sith. You couldn't lose sight of that, no matter how much he wanted to seduce you to the dark side. You wouldn't, for Anakin, for the tens of other Jedi who had perished at the hands of Valor's merciless attacks. 

"I'm not like you, Kenobi. I'm not weak-minded enough to fall–" 

Your words are cut off by the abrupt, crushing pressure on your windpipe. Your stomach lurches in your throat with both the surprise and alarm that spikes your adrenaline to pump in desperate waves to get rid of the thing blocking your oxygen. 

He's force-choking you. 

Valor's pupils are blown wide, consumed with an unrestrained fury that pulses from his signature in chilling black waves. The lack of oxygen turns your mind into mush as you collapse, scratching at your throat as you splutter. Valor lowers himself, so your faces are the same height, his lips curled into a vile rage as he watches your panic with a sick sort of glee. 

"It seems you have forgotten my name because Obi-Wan is dead. Killed by MY hand, you will not make that mistake again."

The inescapable squeeze on your throat increases and a pained gasp rips from your throat, tearing your vocal cords.  

"Obi-Wan i-is not dead. He is stronger than you will ever be," you whisper, stuttering over your words as the silver of oxygen entering your lungs in a slow stream becomes more labored. 

"I am not weak, little one, for I am the one who holds your life in my hands. I am the one with control over your mind. And I am the one who will teach that filthy mouth of yours to respect me." 

His hand grabs your face under your cheekbones, and his eyes gain a sadistic gleam as they carefully roam over your face before descending down your figure and back up to your pleading gaze. At this point, tears gather in the corners of your eyes, the asphyxiation leaving you on the brink of unconsciousness as his hand slides down your face, his thumb trailing over your bottom lip.

The invisible grip is released, and instantly you gag, choking violently on your breath while dark spots collect and gather across your vision. Your arm, which held your kneeling frame from collapsing, gives way, the rest of your body tumbling to the floor, the black flecks darkening the edges of your vision. His following words are slurred while the kaleidoscope of colors that danced across your image is engulfed in the endless sea of black, your grip on reality slipping with it. 

"You'll be with me soon. I promise, my angel."

[tailorvizsla]

I'm not going to give this a huge build-up, so just imagine being Sith Obi-Wan's pregnant assistant. You're tired and fed up with him, it's all his fault you're so uncomfortable, and so you're being a brat. He tells you to get in his office right now, because he's going to make sure you remember how to be his good girl by cockwarming him.

HERE WE GO SOME THIRST FOR YOU MY DEAR WIGGLES

Warnings: cockwarming, pregnancy, PIV sex, and a hint of plot at the end.

You wipe the bead of sweat off your forehead and rub your swollen belly. The baby is being irritable today, and you wonder if he gets that from his father. Why is it this damn hot in such a frigid room? You fan yourself with the stack of paper, ignoring the side-eye that action gets you. Your belly is so big that you cannot comfortably wear the maternity uniform, so you’ve been granted permission to wear a wrap dress in the same color as the regular uniform. You do have to wear your jacket, but you can leave it open. You’re beyond happy to be pregnant by Lord Kenobi, but did he really need to put this big of a baby inside you?

Rude. 

The bigger your belly gets, the more possessive he gets. You would not tolerate this from anyone else, but you know he does what he does for a reason. There have been several attempts on your position in the past months, and even a handful of attempts on your life. He cares about you in his own way, and he does not want you or the baby to be hurt. But you’ve been cooped up all week, and you desperately want to leave your room. Gnawing on your lip, you decide that you’re going to go down to the atrium to see some of the indoor greenery, at least. The market is a no-go - you at least won’t put yourself in complete danger today.

Wrapping yourself in an old cloak, you pull the hood up and sneak downstairs for a few minutes in the fresh greenery. To your immense surprise, you make it. No one stops you. In fact, you’re wondering if you’re actually invisible as you step into the beautifully curated indoor garden. You spend way too long, just basking under one of the trees, your hand on your belly as you melt into the beauty of nature. Sure, it’s not the same as being outside, but this is as close as you can get. For several hours, you relax in the dappled sunlight, and you even manage a short nap between chapters in your book. At long last, it gets close to the end of the day, and you know you need to get home before Lord Kenobi revokes your elevator privileges.

You don’t make it off the elevator before your pad buzzes.

My office. Now.

Kenobi

Fuck. He knows. It had been too easy to get past the guards. Even now, you wonder which of the Inquisitors he sent to watch after you. Sighing, you turn on your heel and head to his office. You just let yourself in and wait at the door. He looks up at you, his face neutral. You can feel his anger simmering just outside of reach. He’s careful to not direct it at you, but he’s not trying to hide it.

“Where were you earlier?” he asks calmly.

“I went down to the atrium,” you say quietly. “I’ve been cooped up for a month…I just wanted some sunlight…”

His eyes narrow a bit. He taps his finger on the desk as you stand there, waiting in miserable silence for him to sentence you to something horrible. Like confinement to your room for the rest of your pregnancy or something like that. He sighs.

“You have never defied me in such a way before,” he says, leaning back in his big, comfy chair. Sometimes, when he goes away for long periods, you borrow his office, and just curl up in that big chair. You nod in agreement. There’s no point in trying to explain or anything - he already knows. “You know what happens when someone disobeys me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You nod. Punishment, though you aren’t sure what he’s going to do with you. Fire you? His brow goes up. 

“Fortunately for you, I will not be firing you,” he says. “However, I hope your punishment will be enough to deter further mischief.” He gestures you over to him and you obediently step in front of him, resting your belly on the desk. “Turn around,” he remarks mildly. “And take your clothes off.”

You frown, but you obey in silence, neatly folding the articles up and stacking them on his desk. You hear the whisper of fabric against skin and the sound of him moving around a bit. You wonder if he’s going to spank you, but that’s not his thing, usually. The most he will do to you is a bit of choking, and he rarely leaves marks on your body…unless they’re bite marks where others can see them.

Immediate warmth tingles through you as he kisses your mind with his. You can feel his arousal starting to creep in, starting at your toes, and inching its way up. Within moments, you’re squirming slightly, your cunt dripping and aching for his cock. 

“Here is how we will resolve your disobedience, sweetheart,” he says in a gentle voice, one that makes your mouth go dry. 

That tone is never good. You nervously peek over your shoulder at him. His pants are down around his knees, and his cock is straining up toward his belly button. Your mouth waters at the sight, but you know you’re not going to get to suck his cock today. Or probably for a couple days.

“You are going to split that pretty pussy open on my cock,” he says, and you start moving before he has to tell you to do so. 

Carefully, with his assistance, you climb onto the seat, your knees on either side of his thighs. His hands are firm - but gentle - as they guide you, offering his strength to keep you from falling or hurting yourself. You use the edge of the desk for leverage as you position yourself atop his stiff cock. He spits on his fingers and moistens the head for you, but you probably won’t need it today. Not with how drenched you are.

“Slowly,” he murmurs, as the blunt head bumps against your entrance. “Very slowly, sweetheart. I want you to feel it all.”

You close your eyes and obediently start to lower yourself onto his shaft. With the exception of a few long trips, there hasn’t been a day where you haven’t been wrapped around his cock in some fashion. Despite this, you still need to work carefully, especially now that you’re carrying his child. Pregnancy has made your entire body sensitive. It’s good in some places, awful in others. 

Lord Kenobi has both hands on your asscheeks, spreading you wide open so he can see your pussy lips stretch around his cock. A whine escapes you as it starts getting uncomfortable, but he doesn’t respond, save to squeeze your ass to encourage you to keep going. He’s heavy and thick inside you, spreading your inner walls wide open. A drop of sweat rolls down your forehead as you finally take him all the way inside. Your cunt is throbbing, and your breath is coming in sharp gasps from the sheer exertion. As you try to adjust, his hand stills you.

“Now,” he says in the same steady voice. “You are going to sit here on my cock and think about what it means to be obedient, sweetheart.”

A whimper escapes you.

“Yes, my Lord,” you whisper.

Silently, you sit there, desperate for friction to alleviate the throbbing inside you, but you don’t dare move, even as Lord Kenobi works on his data pad. Your entire body is covered in a fine layer of sweat. He even makes a couple calls with you wrapped around him. He doesn’t even seem affected by this. He’s so thick you can’t quite get comfortable, especially with a huge pregnant belly on you. You glance at the clock and realize you’ve only been here for twenty minutes and you’re already shaking. Your legs are starting to cramp. You can’t stop squeezing around him, but it simply isn’t enough to get you off.

You grit your jaw. You got yourself into this mess, and you will take whatever he dishes out without complaint. You miss the raised eyebrow he gives you as you try to focus on something. Anything but the aching stretch of his cock inside you. The cramping in your legs starts to grow more annoying, but you push it away, trying to endure your punishment. He’ll be very disappointed if you try to weasel your way out of it. You let yourself think about work, and the reports you had written earlier, and the many, many other things demanding your attention. 

You know your thoughts have drifted too far from the throbbing arousal between your legs when Lord Kenobi reaches up and tweaks your nipple to redirect your attention. You curse and jump in surprise. Unfortunately, that sends a bolt of pain shooting up from your calf as it cramps and protests the sudden movement. You don’t even have time to whimper before Lord Kenobi is lifting you off his cock. He’s strong - almost impossibly strong - as he maneuvers you onto the desk.

His fingers fall to your calf, where the muscle burns in agony. Tears fill your eyes - it hurts.

“There, there, sweetheart,” he murmurs. He presses his fingers to the spasming muscle and pushes down, drawing another whimper from you. Then his fingertips turn cold and the pain ebbs away, and you are able to move your foot and ankle without pain.

“You will never hide your pain from me again,” he says quietly, his fingers turning your face up to his. “Are we clear, sweetheart?”

Pregnancy hormones suck, and today, they suck the most. You burst into tears and press your face into your hands. The words come out of your mouth in a torrent. It’s all jumbled and probably none of it makes sense, but you are so disappointed in yourself that you can’t stop apologizing.

“ - didn’t mean to,” you manage to get out around your sobs. “W-was trying to be good and - didn’t want t-to disappoint you - I didn’t follow your or-orders - “

“It’s alright,” he whispers against your lips, as he steps between your legs, his cock nudging you in the thigh. His tongue darts out to lap up one of your tears and you gasp in surprise. Lord Kenobi pulls your hips to the edge of the desk and slowly starts to push back in, drawing a high-pitched whine from you as he seats himself inside you.

“Keep crying for me, sweetheart,” Lord Kenobi whispers against your cheek. “Tell me you’ll be very good for me…tell me you are mine…”

You’re not sure how you manage it, but a couple more tears fall onto your cheeks and you arch your back to lean back a bit. 

“I’ll be very good from now on,” you whisper back to him, your hand tangling in his gorgeous, soft hair. You dare to tug lightly, your cunt shuddering as he groans. His warm, wet tongue licks a fiery hot path along your jaw and cheek as he chases your tears down. “Please, my Lord, I’ll be so, so very good for you. I swear it. I’ll do anything…anything you want…”

His hips are moving steadily now, his cock churning your slick and his precum into you.

“I’m yours,” you gasp as he starts hitting that spot deep inside you. His mouth drops down to your neck, where he nibbles along the hickies he had left there yesterday. Then to your shoulder, and to the top of your engorged breasts. He’s gentle with your nipples - this late in pregnancy, you’re too sensitive to take more than a few gentle kisses. His tongue circles your puffy areola and his lips suck you into his mouth. Then he releases his wet grip with a pop.

“Tell me, sweetheart, what you would do for me,” he groans into your breast. “Would you betray the Emperor?”

Digging your heels into his ass, you groan in delight. It’s fucking treason to have even asked that question, and it would be a death sentence for both of you. But your loyalty is to Lord Kenobi, and no one else.

“Tell me,” you whisper back. “Tell me how you want it done, my Lord…I will end him for you.”

He groans in response, his fingertips digging into your hips. 

“I can bring you his head,” you whisper. “His heart…whatever brings you the most joy, my love.”

You’re so close to orgasm you don’t even realize what you’ve said.

He nips at your nipple a little harder than before, making you squeal. You grasp his hair with both hands and tug, surprising him with your sudden aggression. You cover his mouth with yours and kiss him hard. Lord Kenobi returns it, thrusting harder and harder, filling the office with the sound of his cock pounding into your drenched cunt. You hit the peak a moment later, your sobs of pleasure nearly drowning out his marvelous groan. You lock your ankles around him as he fills you up with pulse after pulse of cum. He stays inside you as he starts licking at the hollow of your throat.

Obediently, you tilt your head back, letting him taste the salt along your pulse. Then he reaches your jaw. His breath is hot and damp against your skin. Reaching up, you smooth down the mess you’ve made of his hair. He catches your hand and kisses your palm.

“It won’t be by your hand,” he murmurs, and you frown at him. Then he presses a kiss to your lips. “Get dressed, sweetheart. You must rest.”

Sudden exhaustion claims you and you realize you’ve exerted yourself far more than you intended. As you reach for the door, he speaks again.

"Obi-Wan," he says, and you frown at him in confusion. "That is my name. You may use my name in private."

He then dismisses you with a wave of his hand.

[ilum-you-so-much]

This was a quick(-ish) age swap Sith Au thingie. Vader is in his thirties/forties and has it all, except a trained apprentice and it's making people talk. Safely and out of his hearing range, of course, but they sort of giggle and snicker how he can't train an apprentice by pummeling it with a lightsaber so he can't do it.

Vader hears about it, gets mad and decides to find a worthy apprentice and hears about some Kenobi kid and decides that's his new apprentice.

So Obi-Wan of course has read everything about the Sith and knows he's supposed to kill his Master to surpass him and while Vader is boasting about this or that, Obi-Wan cuts him in half.

He only succeeds because who the hell does that (and because I thought it'd be funny)

That master-apprentice relationship is really soured after that incident and here Vader is with his brand-new cyborg lower body and Obi-Wan tries to buy time so he'll cool off.

[sithobiwanevent]

of course, assistant supreme emperor fudge wishes everyone a very merry Revenge of the Fifth

her imperial majesty orders her minions: go forth and spread the propaganda love for Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi

[firstofficerwiggles]

Merry Sithmas!

Pairing: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x female reader

Rating: M/E, 18+ only

Word Count: ~3600

Warnings: SMUT! Pouty/slightly angsty Sith Obi Wan, oral (f receiving), P in V sex

Author’s note: This is a Christmas gift to my dear friend and fellow Sith Obi-Wan devotee @mysticalgalaxysalad Our beloved Lord Kenobi is a bit softer in this, chalk it up to the holiday spirit, but rest assured he is still a naughty Sith. I hope you enjoy and I hope you all have a great holiday season!

Another miserable Life Day season, Lord Kenobi thinks to himself as he nurses his hangover with the cup of hot tea you’ve just brought him. There have been far too many parties, galas, and to-dos that he has been obliged to attend all in the spirit of the holiday season. Usually, he enjoys parties, he enjoys drinking, flirting, and finding some lucky person to warm his bed for the night. But Life Day makes him feel lonely. It reminds him of what he doesn’t have, no one who truly loves him, no family that looks up to him with pride, and therefore no real reason for celebrating a day of happiness and joy. 

He sips his tea, it’s perfect with just the right amount of sugar and milk. You are so sweet to him, the perfect assistant. He doesn’t deserve you. You should run from him, especially if you knew the depraved thoughts he has about you. He’s never acted on them, but he has indulged in thinking about you, imagining how he’d like to strip off your uniform and sink between your soft thighs, maybe bend you over his desk, or pull you into his lap right here in his office. He shifts in his seat, his pants are starting to feel tight, and he can’t have that right now. It’s the last day before everyone leaves for the holiday and there is work to be done. Yes, enjoy the last day of work before you’re alone for two whole weeks. He sighs. No pretty assistant to bring me tea with a smile. 

You sit out at your desk worrying about your boss. Lord Kenobi definitely seemed to be in a poor mood this morning. You’ve done what you can by running off people who can absolutely wait to bother him in the new year and making him his tea just as he likes it. There’s really no reason to fuss over him, he probably doesn’t even notice how much you tend to do that anyway. It’s been almost a year working for him and in all that time your crush on him has only grown. It’s silly; you know you’re not supposed to fraternize with your superiors, but he’s so handsome and charming. He treats you with such respect and kindness. How could you not be a little enamored of him? 

You look back at his office and decide he needs a scone too. You quietly bring him one with a soft smile. He looks up at you with grateful eyes,

“You always seem to know exactly what I need,” he comments, “It’s as if you’re the Force sensitive one.”

You laugh lightly, “I just know what you like.”

He gives you that little half-smile of his, “I have a feeling you do,” he murmurs softly.

You smile at him once more, biting your tongue before saying something flirtatious and entirely inappropriate. You turn and scurry back to your desk.

The day passes rather quickly after that, you both have plenty of work to do, getting all the final tasks completed for the year. As you’re getting ready to go, you head back into Lord Kenobi’s office. You stand there in front of him with a box wrapped in shiny red paper and a golden bow.

“Happy Life Day, sir!” you announce, holding out the gift to him.

“You bought me a gift?” he asks, he’s surprised you would think to do that. 

“Well, you bought me one,” you remind him. He had given all of his subordinates gift cards during the office holiday party. You knew because you had arranged for all of them.

“I don’t know if that counts since I made you get it for yourself,” he says, sheepishly. He really should have bought you something himself.

“Sure it counts, I didn’t use my money,” you tell him with a smirk, “Please, open your gift.”

He takes the box from your hand; his fingers brush yours for just a moment, sending sparks up your arm. He almost seems to linger at your touch and then he gently places the box on his desk. He carefully unwraps it and lifts the lid to reveal a pair of soft leather gloves with a cashmere lining. 

“These are lovely,” he exclaims, pulling them on. They fit perfectly because of course you know exactly what size to buy him.

“You’ve mentioned several times how you hate the cold,” you say with a smile, “I thought maybe you could do with some nice gloves.”

“That was very thoughtful, thank you very much,” he replies. He is very touched by your kind gift. It fills him with a sense of warmth that you took the time to get him a present that you knew he would appreciate. Then he feels guilty again, he should have done this for you.

“Wear them in good health, sir,” you tell him, beaming at him. You’re thrilled he seems to like your gift. 

“What are you doing for the holidays, my dear?” he asks, curious about your private life. He’d be foolish not to expect that you have some man desperate for your attention, waiting for you to be with him.

“Oh nothing very exciting, I’m just going to enjoy my time at home, maybe see some friends. My big plans for tonight are take-out and a cheesy holiday holofilm,” you explain with a bit of a shrug.

“Sounds cozy,” he remarks, and because he can’t help himself, “No boyfriend coming round to see you?”

Your face flames at his question and you stammer an answer, “N-no, no boyfriend.”

“Hmm,” is all he says in response.

You stand there awkwardly, not sure what else to say to him, until finally you figure you should get out of his hair, “Well, sir, if that’s all, I’ll be going now, I hope you have a good night and a wonderful holiday!”

“Oh, well, yes, good night, and have a lovely holiday,” Obi-Wan says. He desperately wants you to stay or to invite you out with him, but he knows that he shouldn’t. 

You give him a little wave and then leave. His office seems colder as soon as you leave. Obi-Wan sits there, staring at his new gloves and feeling sorry for himself. A buzzing on his comm finally breaks him out of his trance-like state. Merry Life Day again, sir! Thank you for a wonderful year! That’s it, he’s not letting this Life Day misery continue. He is Lord Kenobi, a powerful Sith of the Galactic Empire. He doesn’t have to put up with this type of pitiful wallowing. He is going to get what he wants, just as he always does.

The sound of your doorbell surprises you, you haven’t even ordered your take-out yet, choosing instead to take a hot bath after work. You look down at your pj’s and decide that whoever is stopping by now is going to have to see you like this. You look through your peephole and nearly have a heart attack.

“Lord Kenobi!” You exclaim, opening your door in surprise.

“Hello, my dear,” he says all smiles. His hands, neatly encased in his new gloves, are full of bags. “May I come in?”

“Of- of course, here let me help you,” you say, still so startled by his arrival. You try to reach for one of the bags but he shakes his head, and simply heads for the little table in your dining area. 

You stare at him as he arranges the bags. What could he possibly be doing here?

“I hope you didn’t order dinner yet, because I took the liberty of bringing us some delicious food,” he holds up one bag emblazoned with the logo of his favorite restaurant, one you’d kill to eat at but never could afford. 

“You brought dinner?” you ask, your voice sounding faint with surprise.

“Yes, I thought it would be nice to spend time together, and buying you dinner is the least I could do,” he says with a charming smile.

“What are the other bags?” you wonder, curiously. 

“These are your real Life Day gifts,” Obi-Wan announces proudly, “You deserve better than just a gift card.” 

Obi-Wan is very much enjoying how utterly surprised you are. Plus getting to see you here in your own cozy little home is a nice bonus. He looks over your cute pajamas with your face washed clean, and he decides you’ve never looked more beautiful to him. He pulls out a chair for you.

“Please sit, darling, I can take care of everything,” he encourages you. 

He goes to your kitchen first and finds two wine glasses and a wine opener. He comes back and reveals a fancy bottle of wine from the dinner bag. He pours you both a glass, and encourages you to try it.

“It’s wonderful,” you tell him, “I- I just can’t believe you’re here right now with all of this.”

He sips his own wine and begins taking out the food containers.

“Well, after your lovely gift, I kept thinking about how wonderful you’ve been to me all year, and how I wanted to show you my true appreciation,” he explains, going with the safer reason first. Then he gives you a little smirk and a wink, “Also, I hate to eat dinner alone.”

That makes you laugh, and you feel more comfortable. You take another sip of the delicious wine and relax a bit. Obi-Wan makes you try all of the different food he bought, insisting on sharing with you. It is scrumptious and you swear you’ve never had anything better. He gets more pleasure from seeing you enjoy it so much than he does from actually eating it. After he clears away the last crumbs of a decadent dessert, he pulls out your presents.

“You even wrapped them,” you marvel. There are three nicely wrapped gifts.

“Well, I had the store wrap them,” he admits sheepishly. He pushes the first one towards you, “Go ahead, open them.”

The first one you open is a heated mug warmer for your desk.

“I notice you often have to reheat your tea because you get too busy to drink it while it’s hot,” he remarks.

The second gift is a brand new data pad, a model you didn’t even know had been released yet. He even got you a protective case in your favorite color. 

“Your old one has a crack in the screen,” he comments.

The third present is in a much smaller box, but you can see he saved the best for last. Inside is a beautiful pendant with a sparkling red gemstone on a delicate chain, it’s elegant and stylish. 

“Oh, Lord Kenobi, this is lovely, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” you marvel at the necklace.

“It’s a kyber crystal pendant,” he explains, “Like the type of crystal in my lightsaber.”

“It’s too much,” you say, “This must have cost a fortune.”

He chuckles at that and reaches to remove the necklace from the box.

“Let me put it on you,” he offers.

He drapes the necklace around your neck, his fingers gently brushing your skin as he fastens the clasp. He seems to linger there for a moment. You turn to face him and you’re standing so close to him. In a soft voice you ask him,

“How does it look?”

“Absolutely stunning,” he replies, but he hardly glances at the necklace, he’s too wrapped up in your gorgeous eyes. 

For just a moment, he leans closer to you, his eyes flick down to look at your lips. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Your traitorous body sways toward him. It’s all the encouragement he needs, and he swoops down to capture your mouth with his. His kiss is passionate and thorough. He kisses you as if he means to conquer you and you are very happy to let him. 

“Do you know how stupidly happy I was to hear that you didn’t have a boyfriend?” he asks between breathless kisses.

“You were?” you still can’t believe any of this is real.

“Now you can be all mine for the holidays,” he replies, trailing kisses down your neck until he finds that spot that makes you moan. 

“Is that what you want?” The question sounds a bit silly to your ears, especially as his hand has somehow found its way inside your pajama top, but it’s almost as if you need to hear him say it.

“It’s all I ever wanted,” he says simply. He’s so sincere in that moment, his eyes soft, showing another side of him from the haughty Sith Lord you know. 

You place a hand on his cheek, feeling the soft hair of his beard tickling your palm, and tell him, “It’s what I want too.”

He flashes a bright smile at you, happy but naughty too, “Well then, stop distracting me, darling and let me give you more gifts.”

His hands slip under your pajama top again, coming up to cup your tits and work your nipples into even harder little points of pleasure. He kisses you again, his tongue plundering your mouth and claiming you for his own. He only breaks the kiss to ask you where your bedroom is and then he drags you there between heated kisses to your mouth and neck. By the time you realize he’s got you on the bed, you feel dizzy with excitement. Obi-Wan works your top off, his golden eyes glowing with lust as he stares at you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, “Do you know I’ve dreamed of seeing these gorgeous breasts? Reality is even better than my imagination.”

“I had no idea you thought of me that way,” you admit, your words coming out between soft moans as he caresses your soft skin. 

“That one time you were warm in the office, and you unbuttoned your blouse just enough for me to see your cleavage… mmmm,” his words dissolve in to a moan, “I came so hard thinking about you that night.”

He drops his head to kiss and suck your nipples. His tongue circles each one carefully and then licks over the hard peaks before drawing them into his hot mouth. He hears you moaning and loves the sound. You arch your back into him, pushing your tits up into his mouth and hands, and he is happy to give you more of his touch.

“I- I think about you too… like that,” you admit to him.

He looks up at you with that naughty smirk of his, “Do you? And do you touch yourself when you think of me like that?” His fingers trail down your body making a path to your waistband. When he gets there he glides his hand underneath, seeking your sensitive pussy.

“I have yes,” you confess, your cheeks are burning as his hand finds how incredibly wet you already are for him.

“And what was I doing in these thoughts of yours?” He asks as his tongue licks at your breasts again before traveling lower.

“You- you were…” you can’t seem to make the words come out.

Obi-Wan runs his fingers through your wetness, finding your clit and circling it lazily. “You know, if you tell me, I’ll do it,” he prompts you. He’s slowly moving down the bed. He reaches your hips and pushes your pajama pants and panties down and off you until he has an excellent view of your most intimate parts.

“You were eating me out,” you say in a rush, shocked by your own daring. 

“Good, I like to think about that too,” he replies with a saucy wink. Then without warning he plunges his tongue deep inside you.

“Lord Kenoooobiiiiii,” you cry out for him, as he devours you like a starving man. His beard tickles your inner thighs as he licks long strokes from the bottom to the top of you. His tongue moves to lick your clit and then he sucks it hard into his mouth. You can’t seem to keep still, your hips buck up at his mouth until he uses the Force to hold you in place. Obi-Wan gets his fingers involved too, pushing two of them inside you and curling them upward. He’s rewarded with a high-pitched moan from you.

“Maker, yes, you’re so good at this, so gooood,” you praise him as he drives your pleasure higher and higher until it crests and the wave of bliss crashes over you. You shudder and mewl for him, feeling euphoric from the incredible sensations he’s given you. 

“Darling, you are a real treasure, letting me enjoy you so much,” Obi-Wan tells you as he gently kisses his way back up your body. 

“I think I’m the one getting most of the enjoyment,” you giggle and pull him in for a passionate kiss. 

“Mmm, that’s debatable,” he murmurs before he kisses you again, ardently.

You can feel him hard against your hip and you reach down to stroke his cock. Obi-Wan moans softly for you and then rolls over on top of you, slotting himself between your legs. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his hips to have him closer. He grinds against your wetness, slicking himself up well.

“Ready for more enjoyment?” He asks with a naughty smirk.

“Yes, please,” you reply, lifting your hips a little higher to encourage him.

He thrusts inside you slowly, he wants to feel every little part of you, to enjoy this first time of making you his lover.

“Ahhh, you’re big, L-Lord Kenobi,” you breathe out. He’s stretching you so well. It has been a while for you and you appreciate that he’s not in a rush.

“Call me Obi-Wan, darling,” he tells you. His voice sounds more affectionate. There is that softness again that you weren’t expecting.

“Obi-Wan, you feel so good,” you tell him, repeating his name. 

Obi-Wan smiles at you and finds your lips again. His kiss is more sensual this time, his tongue dances with yours. It feels more intimate and less demanding than his first kisses. He begins to move his hips more, pulling out of you almost all the way before gliding back in so deep. He does this for a while, nice languid strokes, letting both of you learn the other. When he feels your hands running up his arms and over his back, he moans his approval. So often his sexual encounters are a bit cold and detached, merely a means to get off as quickly as possible. But with you, there is that sweet connection that he craves. You mean more to him and he wants, no, he needs your touch.

“Yes, sweetheart, love the way you touch me, such beautiful hands,” he tells you. He looks down at you, his eyes finding yours and you gasp at the depth of emotion you can see there. Your hands smooth over his skin more, sweeping down over his shoulders and onto his chest. The delighted sounds he makes are music to your ears.

You grip his hips tighter with your legs and it encourages him to go faster. He rolls his hips as he moves, the head of his cock hitting that magical spot that makes you even wetter for him. You try to tell him how incredible he’s making you feel but all you can manage are moans and cries of his name. 

He presses himself closer to you, his chest rubs against yours now and he buries his face in your neck. Your arms wrap around him tight, holding him there. He can feel that you’re getting close, he can sense it through the Force. He whispers in your ear,

“Cum for me, darling, cum hard and I’ll fill you so well.”

“Obi-Waaaan,” you wail his name and clench around him. Sparks of pleasure run through your whole body and you shiver in his arms as your climax hits you. It’s even better than before, more powerful and you swear you can feel it in every pore of your being. 

Obi-Wan manages a few more hard thrusts before he can’t hold it in any longer. He pushes in as deep as he can get and floods your pussy with his cum. He moans your name and presses his body into yours. He takes your mouth again in a tender kiss as he stays inside you, not wanting to be apart just yet.

You catch your breath, your hands caressing him again, moving up to his cheeks. When he finally pulls away from kissing you, you smile at him

“Now that was a fantastic present.”

He chuckles happily in response, “Indeed it was, consider my birthday gift picked out.”

You giggle at that and he kisses you again, cuddling you to him as he gets even more comfortable in your bed.

A few days later, you’re in Obi-Wan’s posh penthouse sitting in front of his fireplace, a glass of ridiculously expensive wine in your hand. Your Sith lover is snuggled up next to you. It’s been a lovely Life Day, full of sweet surprises, laughter, and romance. Obi-Wan has made you feel like one of those girls from a holiday holofilm. 

“It’s been such a wonderful holiday, I love this time of year,” you say, admiring the pretty decorations you helped him hang just days earlier.

“I never used to like this time of year,” Obi-Wan murmurs, “Before now, I didn’t have good memories of Life Day.”

“But now you do?” you ask hopefully.

“I do,” he confirms and then smiles at you so brightly, “I think that is the best gift you’ve given me.”

“I hope I can give you the same gift next year,” you tell him.

“I hope you will too,” he replies as he pulls you in for a sweet, romantic kiss.

Thank you so much for reading!! I really hope you enjoyed this fic. Happy Holidays to you all!

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[sithobiwanweek]

It's that time again. Time for Sith Obi-Wan Week!

This year's prompts are:

Day 1: Rage

Day 2: Temptation

Day 3: Fire

Day 4: Revenge

Day 5: Remorse

Day 6: Reconciliation

Day 7: Free day

(Don't forget to tag your posts with the hashtag #SithObiWanWeek2023 to make them easier to find!)

[reevesartisse]

SITH! OBI-WAN & ANAKIN SKYWALKER | WHAT IF? STAR WARS BY ME. I always liked the idea of Obi-Wan corrupted by the dark side, so i made this. Star Wars really needs a what if show.

[snowywinterevenings]

Good morning, Ellie! For the ask game:

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

What You Wish For starts as a post Order 66 fic where everything goes even worse than in canon. Obi-Wan falls deeper and deeper into darkness as he searches for a way to defeat Sidious and destroy the Empire, and Cody follows him across the galaxy on the hunt until he finally decides that they’ve lost too much, and they can either lose each other or accept that there is no solution and find what little peace they can somewhere far from the Empire.

Obi-Wan begs Cody to accompany him on one last mission where they find an entity that offers them anything they could possibly want. Quite tired of Obi-Wan’s search for power and desperate to fix the mistakes of the past, Cody jumps in and asks that they go back to the beginning, landing them early in the war. They have to manage a careful dance to counter all of Sidious’s machinations, try to fix their nearly shattered relationship, deal with Obi-Wan’s fall, and end the war without everyone dying like their first time around.