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tits-fisto · 2 years

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Kit Fisto and Plo Koon - middle aged men in love. Dirty talk is not quite their thing, but they give it a good go.

For the kinktober prompt overstimulation.

I hope you enjoy it!

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Plo gasps in Kit's grip, his hips bucking.

He writhes on the bedsheets, one clawed hand twisted in the fabric and the other resting on his chest. His tusks click and quiver as Kit smooths his hands down Plo's sides. His chest heaves as Kit takes a hold of his hips and thrusts inside.

Plo's slit is wet and loose, and there's little resistance as Kit presses inside of him. The walls of his body flutter around Kit's cock.

"Ready to give in yet, old man?" Kit asks, leaning down low over Plo's face.

His breath rattles through his anti-ox mask, his body twitching around Kit's cock.

"Not on your life," Plo says, his voice quavering, "you ungrateful –"

Kit fucks into him hard a few times, and Plo loses the thread of what he was trying to say. Kit is sure that it was going to be very cutting, whatever it was. After a few short sharp thrusts Plo is back to a melted puddle on their bed, Kit slows back down and comes to a rest.

When he's caught his breath, Plo's hand slides up his arms and comes to a rest on his shoulders.

"Bastard," he says. "Ungrateful bastard."

Kit laughs, pressing a kiss to Plo's jaw along the edge of his mask.

"Last chance to back out," he murmurs, his lips brushing Plo's neck as he speaks. "Give those old bones a rest."

"Perhaps it's you who wants to back out," Plo says, scraping his claws down Kit's chest. "Does baby need a nap?"

Kit bursts out laughing. He laughs so hard he has to bow forward to rest his forehead against Plo's mask when his arms give out below him.

"You dirty old man," Kit gasps. His shoulders shake and he can't stop grinning.

"The youth of today," Plo tuts, "so rude."

It takes a little while for Kit to stop laughing for long enough that he can speak. He thinks he's got himself under control, and then he looks at Plo and loses it all over again. His cheeks are warm from laughter when he finally manages to calm down enough to reply.

"We both know I'm well over a decade past being the 'youth' of any era," he says, resting on one elbow so he can grin down at Plo.

He cracks up again as soon as he clocks Plo's face. Not that he can see Plo's face, but the lines around the edge of his mask are all he needs to know that Plo is utterly unimpressed with him.

"Oh no," he says, his voice blisteringly dry and it just makes Kit laugh harder, "that must be so hard for you. I cannot possibly imagine."

"Sorry Love," he says once he's collected himself, tracing one finger idly around the edges of Plo's mask, "I think we've gotten slightly off track. Where were we?"

Plo's arms loop around Kit's shoulders and ahwey. His hands clasp together at the back of Kit's neck, and the lines around the edge of his mask soften.

"I believe we were in the middle of some trash talk darling," he says softly, his talons scraping lightly at Kit's skin.

"Not dirty talk?"

"Decidedly not."

"Well," Kit murmurs, sliding his hand down Plo's side to grasp his hip with intention. "Let me correct that."

He drags his cock out of Plo's slit slowly, making sure he can feel every moment of it. Plo gasps and arches into him, so tender and responsive. It drives Kit mad, when he's like this. When they've gone a few rounds and Plo is ultra sensitive, but not yet sore. When the tiniest shift of Kit's cock inside him has him whimpering, and the gentlest brush of Kit's lips to his has him moaning for more.

The mood shifts quickly – from teasing and light to intensely intimate. In no time at all Plo is right there on the edge of overwhelmed, his claws drawing lines across Kit's back. He's so beautiful, arching and gasping – all lean corded muscle that ripples beneath dark amber skin. Kit stays low and close to him, rocking into his body with slow deep thrusts. This close he can see the sweat beaded on his skin, smell his heady musk and hear Plo's actual breaths, layered below the amplified sound that transmits through his vocoder.

It's so intimate to hear Plo's true voice, usually too muffled by his mask. It comes a fraction of a second before the transmitted sound, so close together it might just be Kit's fanciful imagination, and Kit has to listen hard to pick apart the different tones. It's worth it though, so worth it.

Plo's true voice is deeper and not quite as gravelly as the voice that is transmitted through the vocoder, and Kit is one of very few people who knows that. He likes to think he's the only person who isn't also a Kel Dor who's heard how Plo sounds beneath his mask, even if he knows that in reality, that's unlikely.

Kit shifts his grip on Plo's hip so that he can press his thumb deep into Plo's abdomen. The keen that emanates from deep in his chest is one of the most beautiful noises that Kit has ever had the privilege of hearing. Plo's inner walls flex and quiver around Kit's cock as he writhes against the bedsheets. He's close again already, Kit can tell just by the way he can see Plo's pulse hammering against the skin of his throat, and the way his chest is heaving.

Kit presses a kiss to Plo's throat before he shifts, rising up on his knees. He takes Plo's hips in both hands and lifts him, pulling Plo up onto his cock. Plo keens again, his shoulders pushing into the mattress so he can press himself closer to Kit.

He grins as Plo squirms desperately below him. He would chuckle fondly, but he's putting too much effort into fucking him, angling Plo's body carefully to hit the spot that will make him howl. He's breathing hard, but once Plo lets him know he's got it with a strangled shout of his name, he moves one of his hands to the juncture of Plo's thighs.

When Kit trails his fingertips lightly over the bundle of nerves that sits at the peak of his slit, Plo's talons dig into the tops of his thighs. When he presses down lightly Plo rocks his hips frantically – his thighs tightening around Kit's waist.

Desperation is such a good look on him.

It doesn't take long for him to come after that. Kit groans as Plo spasms around him, his breaths hitching. He wants to come too, to bury himself deep inside Plo's body and paint his insides, but there's something else he wants more.

Instead of releasing Plo's hips and letting him relax onto the covers, he holds him tighter. He presses down harder on Plo's bundle of nerves and keeps his hips moving.

Plo howls – his back bowing so deeply it doesn’t look possible.

He writhes in Kit’s arms, his body wracked with spasms of pleasure. He doesn’t seem to know whether he wants less or more – squirming away one moment and pressing desperately closer the next.

“Kit – ah – ah!”

“Come on love,” Kit breathes, still holding Plo’s hips tightly, “show me what you can do.”

He presses his fingers down a little harder just to hear Plo scream. His hips jerk against Kit’s, his clawed talons scratching lines that bead with blood on Kit’s chest as he grabs at him. They glitter like jewels and Kit barely feels the way a few roll sluggishly down his body – all he can feel is Plo and the way he is wrapped around Kit’s cock.

Kit changes the angle of his hips and Plo breaks open in front of him. His usually reserved, solemn and distinguished partner becomes a creature of pure sensation before his eyes – though he never loses the air of regalness that he carries with him like a crown. Standing with arms folded at the side of a room, seated in a council meeting, or naked and writhing on their bed – Plo is his Emperor.

Kit is but a knight in his kingdom, so in love with his liege he would cut himself open without thought. But his King, his Monarch, his Sovereign, would never ask that of him. All his Emperor wants is to be spoiled.

And so he keeps going, keeps Plo trapped in ecstacy – pain that is indistinguishable from pleasure. Overstimulation is something that Plo craves, and though Kit doesn't truly understand it he will give Plo whatever he asks for. And Plo has asked, again and again, to be broken.

Broken down to where no walls exist, to where he is free to do nothing but feel what Kit is giving to him.

Plo loves to be ruined, and Kit loves to ruin him.

A few more snaps of his hips, a few more hard circles of his fingers, and Plo truly breaks. He comes once more, screaming. The noise he makes emanates from his vocoder and also from around the edges of the mask, the air-tight seal overwhelmed by the sheer pressure Plo creates with his lungs. His back arches so deeply it looks as if his spine has been snapped in half, and Kit truly can't tell which Plo is in the rapture of – pleasure or pain.

He comes, the spasms of Plo's body around his too much to bear. As he curls forwards his head collides with Plo's chest, and Plo's hands grab at his ahwey. They yank, his talons piercing the skin and it only drives Kit higher, his hips still snapping into Plo with desperation. Eventually he buries himself as deeply as he can manage and holds Plo to him – every twitch of Plo's body pulling a moan from deep in his chest.

Before long it's too much. While Kit might be partial to a bit of pain in the bedroom, overstimulation is not something he enjoys. He pulls out of Plo and collapses on top of his still shaking lover, breathing hard.

They both come down slowly, their breath ragged and their bodies aching. Plo's hands begin to move carefully over Kit's ahwey, and Kit relishes the little bursts of pain that come everytime his fingers pass over a cut or a bruise.

Neither he or Plo are sadists, both of them masochists to a high degree, but they are both so devoted to one another that it hasn't mattered one bit. Also, when Kit fucks Plo hard enough, he loses all control. He has no awareness that his talons are cutting into Kit's flesh – only that he wants to touch Kit wherever he is able.

Kit adores him.

Finally – his breathing almost back to normal – Kit pushes up on one elbow to gaze down at Plo.

Plo regards him back, and although Kit can't see his face he knows Plo is smiling.

"Is that everything you wanted, Love?" he asks, stroking the bruises beginning to form on Plo's side.

"Not quite."

"Oh?"

"You promised me dirty talk."

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Thank you for reading.

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to-a-merrier-world · 2 years

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Kit Fisto & Plo Koon | Jedi Masters

Feel free to use, just reblog pls💗

#kitplo #plokit #kit fisto x plo koon #fistokoon #koonfisto #plo koon x kit fisto #plo koon #kit fisto #this is the unhinged content i promised #this was fun to make lmao #sw edit series

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kit-fisto-obsessive · 2 years

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7: “Here, hold my hand.” for Plo and Kit if you feel up to it! I hope your day has been going smoothly, take care 💜🌻

Thank you for the plokit prompt!!!!

Swimming

title from the Florence + The Machine song of the same name

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Plo dislikes swimming. He is not good at it.

Despite the fact that his species start as eel-like larvae that live in boiling hot pools of sulphuric acid, adult Kel Dor are not suited to the liquid life. Plo even less so than most, living as he does on a planet with an atmosphere that is toxic to him. His anti-ox mask is a near permanent fixture on his face, and he can’t just jump into the water whenever he feels like it.

Not that he ever feels like it, of course.

Unfortunately for him, his husband adores swimming. Kit is never happier than when he’s in the water. More unfortunately, Plo is rather partial to the sight of Kit swimming. Either he’s floating just below the surface, his features serene, or he’s powering through the water, all grace and muscle.

So, when it came time for their annual meditative retreat, they had compromised.

A quaint little cabin on the edge of a beautiful lake with crystal clear water. Ideal for both their requirements. Somewhere quiet for Plo to read, and somewhere for Kit to swim. He’d been very pleased with himself when he’d found the cabin, waving his datapad in Plo’s face. It had seemed ideal.

It was ideal, but for Plo’s current predicament.

Kit had found a lilo in the cabin. Plo, in all his wisdom, had decided to read on it. To be closer to Kit, he reasoned.

They spent almost all their free time together in the Temple, slept together every night, and so when they are on vacation they tend to do their own thing a little more. Together, but separate at the same time. Usually, it sits perfectly well with the both of them, but last night Plo had been watching a young couple a few tables over at the restaurant they had decided to eat at.

They’d been so utterly absorbed in each other, seemingly incapable of being separated even for a moment.

Plo had remembered when he and Kit were like that, and he’d missed it. So, in an effort to be closer to Kit and show an interest in his husband’s favourite things, Plo had decided to read whilst floating on the lilo.

It was an excellent book, and he’d become entirely engrossed. Now he was floating in the middle of the lake, potentially miles from where he’d started, and Kit was nowhere to be seen.

He’d probably fallen asleep. He did enjoy his underwater naps.

Any attempt to use the Force to guide the lilo towards the shore made Plo wobble dangerously.

Drat.

He’s going to have to swim for it.

At least it was a lake, and not the ocean. Then he really might be in trouble.

As it is, he’ll just have to swim. He’s not in his heavy Jedi robes thankfully, instead he’s wearing some light linen things that gape open at his neck. It’ll be troublesome, but it won’t drag him down.

Plo knows what he has to do. He’s finished his book, and is getting quite hungry. He sighs, his hands folded in his lap, contemplating the task ahead.

He truly does detest swimming. He can’t get his mask too wet either, so he’ll have to be very careful.

“What are you doing all the way out here, Old Man?” a voice says behind him. Plo jumps and falls off his lilo.

As his arms flail around him, the light linen robe twists around his head, obscuring his vision. He panics, already able to feel the water beginning to work its way around the edges of his mask. The water deadens his hearing, his senses, he has no idea where Kit is or how far from the surface he is.

Here, hold my hand.

Kit’s voice in Plo’s mind is instantly calming. A strong hand takes his, and a firm arm wraps around his waist. As Kit kicks upwards, Plo’s robes clear from around his face and he can see his husband. Their heads breaks the service and Plo takes a breath, the filters of his mask needing a moment to clear the water.

“Are you alright, Love? Kit asks, his hand squeezing Plo’s tightly. “I didn't mean to startle you.”

“Quite alright,” Plo gasps, his talons tightening on Kit’s shoulders as he clings to his husband. “I was just trying to figure out how to get back to shore.”

Kit laughs. Plo rests their foreheads together as he catches his breath, heart hammering in his chest.

“What in the Force were you doing on the lilo, Love?” Kit asks, smoothing his thumb over Plo’s cheek.

“I wanted to be with you in the water without… actually being in the water,” Plo confesses.

Kit’s grin softens, his eyes full of love.

“Well that’s lovely Darling,” Kit says, “but why didn't you use the row boat?”

Plo blinks.

“What row boat?”

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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had you said the words

obi-wan kenobi x fem!reader

word count: 7.5k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (oral m and f receiving, general sexual content, obi-wan is a virgin but they don’t actually fuck but yeah) swearing, think that’s it??

a/n: obi wan i love youuUuUuUu. okay in honour of the show coming out i am finally letting go of this lil thing I made. i wrote it months ago but never felt like it was good enough to post but here we are!! im feeling okay about how it turned out so i hope u enjoy and if you didn’t just lie and say you did!!! also this is inspired by that one line from the clone wars u know the one. okay that’s enough goodbye!

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“This is ridiculous! You can’t do this!” You shout to the Jedi council. In front of you is some of the galaxy’s most respected members, the most seasoned generals from the clone wars, and yet not a single one seems to be able to see reason.

“We must. For the good of the Jedi.” Mace Windu says from the corner of the room, not meeting your eye. Your face drops, unable to comprehend their callousness.

“How could you? You know me. I would never jeopardise my career. This is what I’ve done my entire life! I-’

“This isn’t permanent, however the council has made a decision. We cannot afford to have a Jedi falter in their cause - not now, in the middle of a war.” Plo Kloon says, empathy guarded behind the crushing words. So that was that. All this over one decision.

You made one mistake.

One.

During the heat of battle, you lost sight of your focus, lost control, all because of one particular member of the council who sits in front of you now, saying nothing. Obi-Wan cant even look at you, and you dont know if its because of disappointment or if he just doesn’t care as much as you thought he would. Maybe he agrees with them. A sense of anger washed over you and you see him fidget in his chair, locking eyes with you for the first time since the council called session.

“He would have died.” Your voice shakes as you tilt your head towards Obi Wan Kenobi, leaving his gaze to find the rest of the council staring at you. “I saw the situation and reacted. I only did what I had to - to save him.”

“Had to, you did?” Master Yoda croaks from next to Mace, and you shudder a breath under his accusation, but nod.

“Yes.” The council all look at you, well, all except Kenobi, who’s knuckles are going white gripping the side of his chair, and nod. You bow your head, knowing you are fighting a losing battle, and spin to leave the room.

“You are one of the best of us, child. We know you meant no harm, but this is the Jedi way.” Kit calls and you dont get a chance to respond as the doors shutter behind you.

You were heartbroken. All day you had been turning over the events of yesterday in your head, trying to see a way out - another way you could have saved his life without compromising your career. There was none.

It started out as any battle did, the longevity of the Clone wars hardening most Jedi to become seasoned generals. Anakin and Ahsoka took troops around the back to catch the droids from behind, while you and Kenobi engaged the main platoon. It was going well - even perfect, you and Kenobi working seamlessly together, able to read each others minds, know the others thoughts without ever having to look at each other. It had been that way since he found you on Corellia, a teenager with a strong connection to the force and an attitude to boot. He trained you - in spite of everyone who told him you were a lost cause, showed you the ways of the Force and watched you grow into one of the best Jedi in the Republic - you were part of the reason he took a chance on Anakin.

Either way, no matter how well you knew each other, you never could have expected what happened next.

Breaking the droid lines, you breached their hold. This was the main prize, for it contained the systems that held hundreds of documents detailing the battle regiments of the droids entire army, including exact numbers, weaponry and AT-AT deployments. What neither of you knew was that they had one last surprise set up.

As Obi-Wan entered the hold, you could both feel something was off immediately. You told him as much, and said you should wait for Anakin and Ahsoka to arrive so you could go in together and scan for entities. Obi Wan was convinced there was no time, the droids already beginning to regroup outside the hold. He wasn’t wrong, you could feel them caging you in, but he had always taught you to be patient; to clear your mind before rushing into battle. The role reversal threw you off guard as he pushed forward into the hold.

You still felt uneasy, but you didn’t argue and stepped inside with him. It was huge, monotone walls shutting you into a sphere shaped room, two steel doors that shuttering behind you. As Obi-Wan took one more step, you both heard the click at the same time, heads snapping to find each other’s eyes, and you didn’t even think before you reacted.

Obi-Wan turned and threw himself at you before you even got a glimpse of the explosive. Within seconds you knew he would be blown to pieces, but his body would shield the blast from you and the board of computers behind you, which contained the information the entire mission was hinged on. Time stood still. This is what is was to be a Jedi - to sacrifice yourself for the greater good, the bigger cause, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Obi-Wan looked down at you, and his eyes were so piercing - so satisfied in his decision to die so that you will live, and you felt him through the Force, a warm longing drifting into your heart. You knew what he was saying; all the words you could never speak out loud, the thoughts you were too afraid to have in fear he would reject them. It was his final goodbye - and you couldn’t take it.

You threw out your hand, finding the explosive through the Force and flinging it behind you, right behind the computers main frame. The blast went off a split second later, shattering the entire set up and motherboard. The information would be gone, a shimmering snow of computer parts and wires falling around you. All you could focus on, though, was how Obi-Wans’ hand had come up to cup the side of your face, and how warm his skin was against your cheek, the failure of the mission worth every second of contact.

“You saved me.” He had said, voice a whisper under the still falling pieces of the destructed technology. You just nodded, and he didn’t move from on top of you, reminding you how it would have been the other way around had you acted half a second later, and he would have been dead.

His eyes were filled with an emotion you have seen a few times before, but you don’t know what it is. You only know that when he looks at you like that, your heart beat shoots into your throat, and every feeling you tried to lock away when you became a Jedi fights its way back to the surface.

Once Anakin and Ahsoka arrived, they found you both in amongst the rubble, and it wasn’t until the shock had surpassed that you realised you were both all cut up from the debris. They brought you back to the main base, and you weren’t thinking straight, immediately spilling about how you sustained these injuries. You put Obi-Wans life above the Jedi cause, and even though you knew you would get in trouble for it, you couldn’t hide from the truth.

What you hadn’t expected was Obi-Wans complete silence. He hadn’t spoken to you since you arrived back to base, and you were sure he was just preparing for the council meeting where he would back you, abide by your decision, or at the very least say something. He didn’t. Anakin and Ahsoka tried their best to influence the council, but neither of them held the power to do much. Anakin was still not yet a Master Jedi, and Ahsoka; although she had the attitude of one, was not yet a general.

So now you were marching back to your room, empty halls of the ship seeming colder and colder the further you get from Obi-Wan. You knew what you did betrayed the sacred oath you made the day you put on your Jedi robes. Jedi did not make emotional connections, the order had to be put first, and the good of the galaxy depended on it. You knew you risked countless lives by losing that critical information, and you knew you would be reprimanded.

You didn’t regret it though.

You were always a rule breaker, a little bit of a rebel in regards to the orders strict guidelines on that kind of behaviour - how were you to truly care about the galaxy if you had no one in it to protect? It was human nature to form connections - and practically impossible not to care in the case of Obi-Wan’s life. Did they expect you not to attempt to save him, even when there was a way to do so?

Obi-Wan was one of the many times you broke the rules. You were infatuated with him ever since you met him - he was significantly older than you, yes, although not by so much it would be deemed inappropriate. You were both adults, so it was more your occupations that kept you from admitting your feelings. He found you on Corellia, sacrificed his time and patience to mould you into the perfect fighter, fought for your right to train beside the Jedi even with your training being so late. He stuck up for you your entire life, and it made his silence that much more painful.

You finally trudged through the ship far enough to find your room, and as you go to enter, you feel two familiar figures come up behind you, and a female voice calls your name.

“We were waiting outside, but they made us leave after they called the session.” Ahsoka says, and she reaches out to hold your arm, careful to miss the bandage holding you together.

“It’s fine. Nothing happened we didn’t already know would happen.” You knew they would remove your titles - take away your leadership of your battlement. It was a glorified way of grounding you, sending you to your room as if you were a child.

“What of Obi-Wan? There has to be a way to change their mind. He has to be trying.” Anakin says, shaking his head. Him and his master have always gotten along, and their bond is one that rivals brothers, but you know Anakin takes after you in the attitude department, so as he paces up and down the corridor, you know he’s as pissed as you.

“What of him? He couldn’t even look at me. I don’t think he even blinked the entire session.” You scoff, and even Ahsoka shakes her head, more confused than angry.

“He’s going to have to speak up sometime.” Ahsoka says, and releases your arm.

“He will if I have anything to say about it. Padmè will talk to the council about the diplomatic influence, she’s already speaking to the other generals. We will have you back out there in no time.” Anakin’s eyes are fiery, and you smile at the man who was once a boy, small and unsure now so confident and clear.

“If he wanted to, he would of. Thank you, both of you for your help, but I’m just going to have to ride this one out. There’s nothing I can do about it now.” Both of them look at you with the same sympathetic frown, and you would laugh at how similar they are if you weren’t feeling so defeated.

“For what it’s worth, I would have done the same thing.” Anakin says, and he steps forward. You know he’s talking about Padmè, and you nod, a mutual understanding of the conflicting emotions of the Jedi way. They both turn to leave, and you can hear the hushed conversation of their plan as they round the corner.

You enter your room and fall onto the bed, the air rushing out as soon as your head hits the pillow. The past few days have been entirely exhausting, and you weren’t just thinking about the cuts and bruises that now littered your skin. This little incident has forced you to really own up to your feelings towards Obi-Wan. The way you felt when you were faced with the possibility of him dying tore you to shreds, and the strength of those emotions were impossible to draw up to just an admiration of a friend, or a small crush born of gratitude. You were in love with him, and you had been for a while. You knew it was wrong and you wanted to fight it, fight the feeling you drowned in whenever he was in the room, whenever he smiled at you or pulled you away to talk about battle plans, knowing no one else would understand the way he thinks but you.

It also forced you to think about how he may feel about you. He reacted so quickly, throwing himself on top of you when the explosive dropped, and the look in his eye told you he wouldn’t of regretted dying for you. His Force - the energy you knew so well felt different - like he was reaching into your body and touching everything inside you, giving you no option but to yield to him. The intensity of it - it was nothing you had ever felt before.

It made it hard to breathe, thinking about that. Would he have ever felt the same? He was one of the most accomplished Jedi in the galaxy, surely there was no way he would return those feelings, right?

It was impossible - you and him, for so many reasons, the main one being how you were now banned from fighting, banned from council meetings and practically shunned from the Republic just for presenting the idea that he meant more to you than you let on. One mistake, you said to yourself, but you weren’t entirely sure it was a mistake.

Your eyes began to close, and even with everything in your life being pulled apart, you can’t help but drift off. Your energy is drained, and maybe that’s why after you fall into a deep sleep, you don’t feel Obi-Wan’s presence at your door before he knocks, softly, almost as if he doesn’t want you to hear it.

You know its him as soon as you open your eyes, able to recognise his energy anywhere, but when he says your name, you throw the blanket off and move to open the door.

Dull lights from the hallway don’t show you any emotions on his face. It has to be the middle of the night. His hair is out of place and he looks so unlike himself. He is almost always put together, in his robes and armed with his lightsaber, but he stands in front of you in just a few layers and no weapon to be seen.

“Wh- What are you doing?” He shifts his weight onto the other leg and finally looks at you.

“I needed to see you. The council held me all day. May I?” He motions to behind you. Was he asking to come in to your room, at three in the morning? After what has just happened?

“I don’t know if thats a good idea, considering.” Your voice is small. The truth is that you do want him to come in, more than you’ve wanted anything. To have him in close quarters, all to yourself - it’s what you’ve wanted for years, and you hate that you have to sound even slightly hesitant.

“If you don’t want to see me, I understand. I’ll go.” He steps backwards and your hand shoots forward to grab the wrist of his robe before you can think.

“No! I do.” Damn, you folded fast under those puppy dog eyes he was giving you. You step out, looking left and right. The hallway is completely empty, and you dont have long before the skeleton crew of night guards come back through on their rotation. “Come.”

He moves swiftly past you and closes the door behind him, you going to sit on the edge of your bed. You sigh, trying to get a hold of the swirling array of emotion twisting in your stomach. It felt similar to wanting to puke. On one hand you want to scream at him, demand him to answer for the way he acted, or rather didn’t act in the council meeting.

On the other, you want to take advantage of this time. You have already lost the one thing that kept you from admitting your feelings to him, what more could you lose? You don’t get a chance to decide, because he speaks first, standing in front of you.

“I wanted to apologise. The way that I behaved today - it was cowardly. I should have spoken sooner.” You were nodding, but when he says sooner you look up at him and tilt your head. “When the council dismissed you, I felt the true consequence of my actions. I ordered a reconsideration.”

That makes your eyes widen a little. The thought of the Obi-Wan Kenobi arguing with the entire council on your behalf makes the heat in your cheeks heavier, and you look away, hoping he can’t sense it.

“A reconsideration?” You repeat, and he nods.

“Yes. I was afraid I may of found my bearings too late, but I explained how your actions were only fuelled by your respect for me, and that you would have done the same for any council member had they been in my place. I know how much you respect the order and your superiors, and I told them as much. We have a… unique connection, something other people might not completely comprehend. I explained as best I could.” You blink, trying to take in every word, but you are stuck on the first part. Your actions weren’t fuelled by respect. Your heart acted before your mind did, and he had just lied to the council for you, because he knew it too.

“I find it hard to imagine you had anything to say, considering you stayed so silent during the three hours of my own hearing.” Anger bubbles up your chest at his dismissing statement, and he rubs his hands over his face.

“I apologise. I was - not in the right mind to speak. I was afraid I would only make the situation worse.” His voice shakes slightly as he stops talking.

“So, you lied.”

“I did not lie. You deserve your place, on the battle field and on that council one day. I will not let this incident ruin your career. Not over something like this.” The unsaid words hang in the air, thick as smoke.

Not over me.

“You did lie. You told them I did it out of respect.” You can’t look at him, nerves starting to break up that anger you felt as his voice gets softer. He says your name again, and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for his response.

“I also told them about what I did. You are not the only one who acted on instinct. I was unprepared; arrogant even. I should have listened to you.” You scoff and shake your head. “Tell me how I can make this right.”

“Look, whats done is done. Thank you for speaking in my favour, but the council has made up their minds.” Defeated, and convinced you weren’t going to hear what you so desperately wanted to hear, you move further away from him on the bed and let your back rest against the wall. He was quiet for a moment, letting you sigh and sink into the wall. Maybe he thought you were going to continue - he seemed to be anticipating something. After a while, though, he starts to fidget and shifts his weight to the other side again.

“I know you have more to say to me. Argue with me; yell at me, if you must. Just speak to me.” He finally speaks. You dont remember ever seeing him this unsteady. You sigh again and find his eyes, already looking at you, pleading.

“You threw yourself at me. You would have died today if I hadn’t thrown that explosive. Do you really expect me to believe you also did that out of respect for the Jedi?” His face doesn’t change, he doesn’t even move. “Because I didn’t. I didn’t think about the Jedi, or the information on those computers. I wasn’t even thinking about myself. I thought of you. I wanted to save you.” The confession sheds a weight of your shoulders you didn’t even know you were carrying, and your mouth is suddenly dry as Obi-Wan continues to stare at you. He goes to speak and his voice cracks, so he swallows hard and tries again.

“I wanted to save you too.” You think you stopped breathing. “If you had gone in first, you would have.... It would have been my fault. I couldn’t bare it; to lose you would destroy everything.” Your eyebrows furrow together and you slide off the bed, standing only a few steps from him.

“Destroy your plan to get me on the council?”

“It would destroy me.” You see it beginning to crack; the fragile glass ceiling that kept your deepest secrets below. You suck in a breath as his voice cracks and he keeps talking somehow. “What you said, about lying to the council. You are right. You know I respect you as a general, and I want all those things I spoke about for you. I want to provide that for you. To think you would lose that because of me - it couldn’t happen.”

It couldn’t happen.

This, the heat swirling in between you in the dimly lit room, it couldn’t happen. It would mean the destruction of both of your lives, and you knew that. You never expected him to say any of this in front of the council, but a small part of you dared to hope he would say it to you.

“I understand.” Your head drops, and you see his hand rise up, and a finger coming underneath your chin. Your breath hitches as he gently brings your face back up to his, the warmth of his skin a welcomed return. This was it. The crossing of the invisible line. It felt so much easier to do now that you were here. You resist the urge to press into his touch.

“I lied to the council, but I am not sure how much longer I can lie to myself.” His eyes search yours for any sign of confusion, or resentment, or anything other than the heavy longing that has been building over years and years of close proximity. However, its you who hesitates this time, although you dont pull away.

“Obi, this - I won’t let you risk your position for this. Mine is already at threat, we can’t - I know what the order means to you. I couldn’t - ”

“Had you said the words, I would have left the Jedi Order.” Your heart flutters and your stomach drops. Left? “I nearly lost you yesterday and I - I don’t know what to do. How can I continue on this path when I feel this way? The one thing that feels right - how can it be viewed as so wrong?” You step towards him this time, wanting to be closer.

“You mean you-”

“When I threw myself over you yesterday, it was because I couldn’t imagine living in this galaxy if you were not by my side. You are the only thing worth more than this. Any of this. I want - truely, I want to serve the republic - the planets, bring aid and peace where I can and protect those who cannot fend for themselves. It is all I’ve wanted my entire life. I never knew I could- that I would want anything else- until I met you.” You bring your hand to cover his own on your face, and he closes his eyes when your hands thread together.

“You won’t have to leave this behind. I swear. I’ll talk to the council, admit it was my fault. We can figure this out, together.” You can’t compute his confession, not yet, not when he’s going down this road of throwing everything he’s worked for out the vat - for you.

“You will do no such thing.” Your face is screwed up with worry and your anxiety of the danger of confessing your feelings is creeping up, but you feel his energy mixing with your own, and he is so calm and steady it makes your hands stop shaking.

“I care for you, too. A little too much, I think.” He smiles for the first time in days, absorbing the heat of your words and letting them sink into his skin. “We- we just need time. We can figure this out. Let this whole thing settle down first.” You nod at your own plan and hold his hand tighter to your face, not wanting the contact to end.

“Whatever you want, I will make sure of it. I will not silence myself again, I swear it.” You smile this time, and his thumb comes to run over your bottom lip. His eyes widen with the contact, as if he’s surprised by his own actions.

“I know why you did now. You didn’t want them to think it was true. Because you already knew how I felt about you, didn’t you?” You smile a little and he mirrors it.

“You were never all that proficient at hiding how you feel. It took everything in me to cover your anger during the session.” You think of how he was so concentrated, looking almost in pain as he watched you in silence. “But yes, I have known of your feelings for a while, although I wasn’t sure if they were aimed at me.” You step forward again, and you can feel his chest against yours, robes brushing your bare arms.

“How long?”

“A few months. My own - affections, however, have been stirring for quite longer, if I am honest with myself.” He almost sounds ashamed, and you want to punch every single council member for making him feel that way.

“If it makes you feel better, I have definitely had a crush on you for longer than that.” He breaths out a laugh, and you feel it on your cheeks.

“Is that so?” You loved this side of him, teasing and lighthearted. It was rarer these days, but it made you feel warm inside that he let you see it.

“Don’t let it go to your head.” You roll your eyes and grin at him, and he closes the distance between you. He doesn’t kiss you, but he’s close enough that if you stuck your chin out just a fraction, your lips would touch. Your legs feel like jelly and you are sure he can feel how nervous you are through the energy you must be putting out, but you never hide it. Not from him. You hear him swallow, and you keep your eyes closed.

Just in case.

“I don’t know what this is.” He says, his honesty making you feel a lot more at ease. Neither of you have any idea how to play this, of what is too far. All you know is how badly you want him to kiss you.

“Neither do I.” He nods and leans his forehead to yours. Now all you would have to do is tilt your head, and you could finally feel him against you how you have wanted to all these years. “We can just- go slow. Okay?”

“Slow.” He says and you can feel him sigh, and then he moves. He tilts his head. You stay deadly still, afraid to scare him off. As much as you both are completely inexperienced, you are pretty sure he has less an idea than you do. You were 19 when he found you, and didn’t become a Jedi until two years after, so you had some time to experiment in that department, but from what you know, Obi-Wan has been dedicated since childhood - something you admire about him.

His breathing picks up and his lips brush against yours. He was right there, all you had to do was move. He makes a small sound in the back of his throat and you cant contain yourself anymore. You move your head to capture his mouth in yours.

The kiss is as perfect as any first kiss you could imagine. It was sweet, no tongue, just slow, simple movements as you both explore the feeling of each other. His free hand comes to your hip on instinct, pressing you harder against him. He clearly wasn’t prepared for his own action again, a moan of surprise vibrating against your lips as your bodies come together. You move both of your arms around his neck, one tangling in his messy hair.

As you start to find a rhythm, the hand on your hip gets tighter, needing you to be closer, to touch more of him. You need it too, and as much as you wanted to rip his clothes off right now, your sense of urgency is dulled by the unknown of if this would ever happen again, so you were going to be as slow and explorative as possible.

You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, and you feel him jolt a little under the movement. It sends warmth through your entire body to know how affected he is by you, and it only makes you want to give him more. You owed everything to him, your entire life, and you wanted to show him just how much you appreciated him.

He opens up to you and you slide into his mouth, the feeling of him moving against you making you moan. The sound mades him tense, and he gets a little more desperate with his movements, kissing you a little harder and walking to back you up against the bed. You spin and push him back, and his legs give out so he sits on the edge.

He looks up at you, chest heaving. He extends his arms and you take the hint, straddling him and bringing your mouth back to his. Both of his hands stay off your ass, one coming back on your hip, which you think he likes because he can create the tiniest amount of friction between you, the other resting on the small of your back. You keep your arms around his neck and he twists his head a little, inching your hand back up into his hair. You smile a little and oblige him, twisting your fingers through the soft strands.

You start to feel him harden underneath you, but you don’t want to push him. Instead, you just follow the grip on your hip and start to move when he does, grinding against him ever so slightly. He moans instantly, a deep, low sound that vibrates to your bones. You do it again, and he gasps, so you tear your lips away from him to let him breath. His mouth chases yours and you giggle.

“I don’t think I will ever get enough of that.” He murmurs as he kisses your nose. You roll your hips again and his spine straightens, capturing your lips in another kiss. “Or that.”

“So greedy.” He laughs and kisses you again, and you can tell he’s not really sure where to go from here as his grip begins to loosen on your hip. “Have you ever..?”

He shakes his head, and drops his forehead to your chest. You let the tips of your fingers lightly scrape against his scalp and he ‘hmms’ under his breath, enjoying the sensation but also hiding from you.

“Thats okay. We don’t have to do anything. I just want to be with you right now. Whatever that means.” He looks up and kisses you again. You know what this would mean, the final nail in the coffin for him.

Technically, its the emotional connection that the Jedi do not allow. The physical side of things is not forbidden, as long as there is no relationship, although most Jedi observe celibacy as a general rule. You have since you met him, it would have been impossible for you to have one without the other.

The movement of your hips is not the problem for him, though. It’s the fact that you both know there is more here than just a physical attraction. You admitted it. This would be breaking the code.

You only care right now if he does.

“I want- Maker. I want to. This is-“ He talks and cuts himself off by kissing you, never finishing a sentence. You look up and laugh and he just kisses your throat, turning to kiss your neck when you look to the side. You stop laughing when you feel his arms wrap around you tighter and a slight scrape of his teeth against the spot that makes you shiver. He pulls back to look at you, and then does it again, kissing and scraping his teeth, biting experimentally.

You can tell he’s enjoying it, and he spends a while moving himself up and down your neck, finding all the little places that make you gasp and hum.

“Oh, Obi. Shit.” Your head drops to his shoulder and your hips start to move on their own. He keeps kissing your neck, starting to suck and bite in the spot he seems to have deemed his favourite. He moans against your skin, and a small fire in the pit of your stomach sparks and warms your entire body. You pull on his hair again, and his hips buck slightly.

“This is okay?” He says against you and you nod and roll your hips again.

“Yes. Yes.” He continues, and that same shiver goes up your spine.

“You are so soft.” His nose drags along your throat and your mouth drops open.

“Can I- Can I touch you?” You ask desperately and he pulls away from your skin, nudging your head up to find your eyes.

“You want to?” He seems genuinely curious, and you nod. Your hands come to his chest and you slide them up to his shoulders, bringing the two layers of robes off his shoulders slowly, giving him ample time to stop you. He helps to pull them off, and then you bring his hands to your shirt. His eyes widen a little at the thought, but you see him try to regain composure.

“Do you want to?” He grabs the hem of your shirt and fists the material.

“Please.” He breaths out and pulls your shirt over your head slowly, goosebumps appearing where his fingertips brush your skin. When the shirt finally comes off he lets his eyes trail along your now exposed skin, just a small bralette holding you from him. You lean back a little so both of his hands can find your ribs, and they run strong lines up and down your sides.

“So soft.” He repeats and you begin to melt into his lap.

You bring your hands to the hem of his shirt, and he clearly is not as patient as you, his own coming over the top and whipping the shirt over his head. You have seen him without his shirt before, sometimes after training he would tear it off before he disappears into his room and you would get a glimpse of his back, but now you were up close and could look as much as you want.

He was built; bigger than he looks under all those robes, and you run your hands over the hard muscle, wanting to remember the feeling of every inch. He keeps one hand on your rib cage and brings the other to your chin to kiss you again.

“You are beautiful.” He whispers, and your heart sparks at the compliment.

“So are you.” You return and he smiles into the kiss. Your hand finds the hem of his pants, fingertips dancing along the seam and he sucks in a deep breath. “We don’t have to do anything. Tell me if you want to stop, okay?”

“Have you done this? Before.” As much as you want to tell him no if only to make him relax, you can’t lie to him. You nod your head.

“Not for a while. Not since I met you.” This sparks something in his eye, and you would never have picked him for a possessive guy, but it seems he likes the idea of him being the reason you haven’t.

“I have not. I am not sure I know-“

“Anything you do is perfect. Just relax, okay? Let me make you feel good.” He tilts his head as you slide off him, and sits up a little to come with you. You just stop him with your hands on his thighs, and slip your fingers into the waistline of his pants.

You aren’t sure how you manage to be so patient with the way he’s looking at you - eyes wide and bottom lip between his teeth, but you wait. Wait for him to say stop, or to bring you back into his lap and change the direction. He does neither, and you pull ever so slightly, revealing skin you’ve never seen before. You tilt your head up at him and he just nods repeatedly, moving his hips in a silent plea.

“Oh, Maker. What do I d-” With another deep breath, his eyes flutter closed and then back open, trying to figure out if he wants to watch or just feel you. You slide his pants down a little more and you can see how hard he is already. You look up at him again, and he’s staring so intently that you feel he would have said something if he wanted you to stop. His energy is warm around you, like nothing you’ve ever felt and it is full of curiosity and heat. You pull his pants down past his knees.

Sliding in between his legs you bring your face closer to his length, and your breath is hot against his skin. His pants drop to his ankles and he quickly kicks them off.

You start slow, placing a kiss to the inside of his thigh, and his hips jolt in response. You laugh breathlessly, and decide there will be plenty of time to tease him later.

You were going to make this so good for him that he will never be able to think of anything else when he looks at you.

You start at his head, kissing him gently. Then, finding his eyes you lick a long stripe up him from base to tip. He strangles a moan, and his eyes never leave you as you take the tip of him into your mouth and suck gently.

“I-oh maker. Fuck.” You can see the way every part of his body relaxes under your manipulation, and a rush of heat floods your body. Something about Obi-Wan swearing, coming undone because of you makes your own arousal begin to grow, but you try to focus all your energy on him. You stay there for a while, gently sucking and letting your tongue swipe over him, enjoying the little moans he makes every time you do so.

When your sure he’s relaxed, you look up at him again and spit, bringing your hand up to coat his length, making it as wet as you can. His eyes roll back at the image, and every time your hand works him his hips buck to meet you.

You take him into your mouth and hollow your cheeks, letting him fuck your face as much as he wants. He was acting off pure instinct, it’s still slow and a little uncertain but he starts to go a little deeper when he feels you moan around his length, a wordless plea for him to take what he needs. A hand finds your hair, not to push you down but just to hold, a reminder of where he is. The other arm supports his weight as he no longer holds himself up, and you pull off of him after a few strokes, saliva coating your mouth.

“How does it feel?” His eyes are squeezed shut and his abs are flexing so hard he almost looks like he’s in pain. You don’t know why it didn’t occur to you before, but he’s probably also never had an orgasm. It makes you want to work even harder, make him feel even better, so you take him back inside your mouth before he answers.

“So go-ah! So good. Stars- You feel so good. How are you so good?” He’s completely lost in his own pleasure and it makes you feel all tingly in your stomach. You try to keep your eyes on him and work him faster, grip him harder as you push to get him over the edge. You keep pumping him in your hand as your mouth comes off him to catch your breath for a second.

“I can make you feel so much better.” You take him back into your mouth, and the sounds of him inside of you are only muffled by how loud he is, moaning your name and strangled cries every time he hits the back of your throat. Small tears start to form in your eyes but you keep going, every sound he makes only making you feel hotter. You can feel him everywhere - and when you start to take him as deep as you can, he hits the back of your throat once and he shudders.

“Wait! St-stop. Wait.” Immediately you pull off him, and you can see how fucking close he was, the tip of him leaking pre cum and his entire body shaking.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” He nods, trying to catch his breath. You wipe your mouth with your thumb, and slip it into your mouth wanting to savour the taste of him.

“Something feels - strange. I don’t know wh-” He’s breathing so hard it takes him a moment to get the words out in a way you understand - but you know. You know exactly what he’s going to say, and save him from his clear embarrassment when you lean up to whisper on his ear.

“Good strange? Or bad?”

“I can’t- good. Overwhelming; I can’t feel a-anything else.” He sounds a little worried, but the pleasure is evident in how he drags out his words. He’s worried because he can’t feel the familiar safety of the Force when his mind goes blank.

“It’s- it’s okay. I promise. Relax, okay? I’m right there with you.” He nods rapidly and even though he’s noticeably a little nervous his body scoots further off the edge, closer to your mouth. You smile and lean in, and he instantly falls right back into his building orgasm.

You work him hard and fast, swirling your tongue and taking him as deep as you can. He gets louder as you get quicker, and you can’t help but moan around him as he thrusts into you with less composure.

“Hol- yes, that’s- right there oh gods-“ His entire body shakes as he cums in your mouth. His orgasm takes all the strength in his body and he falls back, arm giving out as he flops onto the bed. He says your name over and over and it’s like it hits him in waves, you just keep pumping him into your mouth and taking whatever he gives you. His abs are flexing every time you take him into the back of your throat and the slight reaction as he stops moaning your name makes you slow down.

His hand comes over his abdomen and you watch as he begins to come back to his body, the rise and fall of his chest becoming a little more even as you slide him out of your mouth.

“Come here.” He says, his voice so low and thick that you move faster than you thought possible. You come up next to him, and gasp as his hands find your wrists and he pins you against the bed, both of you vertical on the bed and your head perfectly centre on the pillows. He looks over you, completely naked and kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He was a quick learner. The taste of him is still on your tongue, and the mixture of his mouth makes your head spin.

“Was that okay?” You ask under him and he presses a short kiss to your lips and then laughs.

“You are joking, right? That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.” You blush at the way he looks at you, completely enamoured. “I want to make you feel like that.” You freeze and all the blood in your body rushed to your core. A look of determination you’ve seen from training covers his expression.

“You don’t have to, don’t feel like ob-“

“Let me make you feel good.” He purrs your words from earlier in your ear and your eyes flutter closed as he pulls your pants down your legs. He leaves your underpants on, and shifts so his body is between your legs. He hangs above you, and the way his eyes drop down to your underwear and slowly work their way back up to your face makes you feel hot all over. He stays like that, above you as he does something you can only describe as admiring you.

One of his hands brushes over your stomach, fingers tracing aimless lines along your skin. You try to stay as still as possible, but the way he looks at you, how he runs his hands so so close to the hem of your underwear, and then slide away to explore somewhere else. It isn’t long until your squirming underneath him.

“Please, Obi-Wan.” He blinks a couple times, focusing back on what he was doing.

“Sorry. Your beautiful.” He leans down to press a kiss to your stomach, and then copies what you did to him, moving down your body, kissing your thighs and it making your back arch. “Show me.”

“Wh-what do you want to do?” He looks up at you and, after seeing you smile at him encouragingly, slowly drags your underpants down your legs, making sure his fingertips touch all the exposed skin they can on the way. Then he lays down between your legs, and looks up at you, awaiting instruction. “Fuck. O-okay.”

You open your legs a little more and let your hand tangle in his hair. He leans into that touch, and he ‘hmms’ again as you run your fingertips through it. He kisses your thighs again, and his tongue darts out to lick the skin there a little bit. You realise he’s still waiting.

“Just- anything. Please touch me.”

“Hmm. You never were a good teacher.” Your jaw drops open and you laugh without making a sound, way too distracted with how sexy he looks between your legs.

“Give me your hand.” He does as you ask, and you run his hand down over your stomach. His hands are softer than you thought, and when you bring one of his fingers over your clit, you let out a long moan of his name.

You show him how you would touch yourself, but somehow it feels a hundred times better with his hand. He follows your motions and you let go, fisting the blankets as he copies you. It takes him a moment but he never takes his eyes off you, watching as each time he touches you right your body reacts, and faster than you were prepared for he starts to build a perfect pattern.

“Like this?” He applies more pressure and you arch further off the bed. Of course he would be a fast learner. You feel him move closer, his breath hot on your arousal. You nod frantically and moan in a loud, long release. “What about this?”

“Oh fuck! Yes, just like that!” He flicks his tongue over your clit. You don’t remember a time you’ve been this sensitive so fast, but then again you’ve never had someone as incredible as Obi-Wan Kenobi between your legs. He swirls his tongue in the same pattern he was creating with his fingers and the feeling intensifies, your nerve endings buzzing with pleasure.

“Need more. Wanna feel you.” You break out between gasps and he unfortunately takes his expert mouth off you to answer.

“Okay, darling. Show me, okay?” He brings his hand up again and you quickly bring two of his fingers into your mouth and suck on them. He never takes his eyes of you, the image of you sucking his cock earlier surely running through his mind. You run his hand back down and guide them to your entrance and he slides them into you.

“Move them- oh, shit - up. Just a little.” You prop yourself up on your forearms but your head drops back as he curls his fingers inside you, and you practically sob when he does it again while returning his mouth to your clit.

He starts slow, and you are too enveloped in your own pleasure to give him instructions, but it’s like he reads your body. You both work so in sync with each other on the battle field and in meetings, it makes sense he would be able to give you exactly what you were so desperate for without having to speak. He can feel every time he does in the right way, when his tongue and his fingers sync up, and he chases the form every time.

Once he figures out a pattern that makes you squirm he goes faster. The pace makes your eyes roll in the back of your head thinking about how good he makes you, and only you, feel.

“Right there. Oh m-“ He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks. If you thought he was loud, you were definitely louder as you cry out, begging him not to stop.

“So- stars; so pretty.” He says and you can feel the heat of his words on your wetness. “And so wet. For me?”

“Yes. Always for you.” He groans and goes faster and faster, his entire mouth exploring the taste of you while still hitting that spot that makes you cry out.

“So fucking warm. Thought about this - feel perfect.” The lewdness of his words make your legs begin to shake and you can’t see - can’t feel anything but the earth shattering sensation filling every part of your body.

Pleasure builds faster than ever and you can’t prepare for how hard you cum in his mouth. Everything flashes in sparkles of heat and melts your mind until you can’t think - pulling his hair and riding his face through your pleasure.

Your leg muscles were sore already and you manage to open your eyes to see your thighs have seized up around his head, keeping him in place. He doesn’t seem to mind, and although he has taken his fingers out of you his mouth remains, aimlessly tasting you seemingly for his own enjoyment. He has no idea the effect he’s having on you, and his tongue brushes over your clit occasionally, the overstimulation making your lungs burn.

“Oh Maker. Obi please come here.” You say, and your shakey legs drop open from his head. He looks up at you, and takes a final taste of your pussy before crawling up your body, kissing you.

“You taste sweet.” He whispers into your mouth. There’s something about how dirty the words are mixed with how proper and polite he always is that makes your legs shake for a different reason, and you pull him down next to you, curling your body into his.

“You are amazing.” It’s his turn to blush, and you see a little red come across his cheeks in the dim light of the room.

“Hardly in comparison, my love.” Your heart is slamming in your ears. That was your favourite nickname, you think. He brushes the hair out of your face, a finger tucking it behind your ear so he can see you better.

“Can you stay?” He shouldn’t. You know he shouldn’t, because if anyone sees him leaving tomorrow everything you both said at the council meeting will be worthless.

“Of course I will stay. As long as you want me to.” You smile into his neck as you bury your face there.

“I want you all the time.”

“Then I will stay all the time.” You both smile, enjoying the simplicity of this moment, knowing it will not last.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now, okay?” You can sense his worry - and you are relieved you sense no regret like you were so sure he would feel. His muscles relax under your words and he nods, pulling your back against his chest so you can feel his slowing heart beat. Somehow - as if it was possible, you feel more connected to him that before. Your energies were always intertwined, but now it’s like they were fused. You could still tell who was who, and they could be taken apart, but together they formed something greater - stronger; and you knew he could feel it too.

You both fall asleep soon after, knowing tomorrow will bring forward a thousand new challenges, with a million new consequences.

You don’t care.

The world could burn down around you, and you would happily watch it, as long as you could do so in his arms. There will be nothing they can take, nothing they can say that will diminish how you feel, and no Jedi Order could convince either of you that what you felt for each other was wrong.

If anything, it made you stronger, and maybe one day you could prove it to them.

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i absolutely adore all of your platonic padawan stories, i think the friendships and sibling dynamics you write are incredibly well done. if this tickles your brain, could you write something for Wolffe? i love the “grumpy but only soft for the sunshine” trope, especially for him, i think it was made for him.

much love <3

<3 thank you so much

“Jokers”

Summary: Wolffe is normally closed off to many so it’s the perfect opportunity to try and see just how far you can push the line

Paring: Wolffe x GN padawan Reader (it’s not platonic this time… Just kidding! It totally is!)

Warning: none really- Wolffes there for you

Word count: 938 this one’s pretty short sorry!

Notes: I’ve been watching The last Of Us and omg I’m in love with the dynamic! Yes I did borrow a joke from the show- I spent so long reading very bad jokes

"Ok ok one more I promise." Your laughs broke apart your words while you tried to catch your breath. "I stay up all night wondering where the sun went," At this point Wolffe wasn't sure he would even hear the punch line, "but then it dawn on me."

You paused for a second doubling over laughing without a care in the world. Many passing on this foreign planet gave strange looks but it didn't seem you noticed.

A scoff escaped from the lips of the man that loomed overtop of you. His eyes already reaching to the atmosphere.

"Come on that one was funny!" You tried to reason with him as you whipped your eyes. "Did you not get it or something Wolffe."

He quickly put a hand up while another rested on your shoulder. "Believe me I got it." Wolffe was going to ring the neck of Sinker and Boost for all the jokes they were sharing with you. Maybe it was a conspiracy against him who knows.

You stumbled back from him grabbing your chest dramatically. "I'm hurt that my beloved commander doesn't enjoy my humor"

Wolffe stared at you for a moment. How was he stuck scouting with.... You.

Surely by the time they get back to the camp his eyes would be stuck in the back of his head from rolling them too hard.

You laughed again at the end of your own remark running ahead of Wolffe again.

"Oh come on Wolffe something has to make you smile more than that!"

"Commander we are expected back at 01900" Wolffe picked up his pace to keep up with his overly excited padawan.

It was your time to roll your eyes as you've seen over 1000 times. The thing that Wolffe needed to learn was that he didn't have to be alert and 'at work' all the time, and who better to teach him now.

"Wouldn't master Plo look stunning in a poncho like that?" You stoped abruptly at a brightly colored stall, fabric of many different colors hanged all around. A huge smile still painted your face as you looked up to him.

The poncho is question was one of the most hideous things Wolffe has ever seen and that's really saying something. He met your excited gaze wondering if you were waiting for him to respond to one of your jokes.

For the second time today he let out another scoff giving in to what you wanted. "Maybe on Comet." Wolffe added in a very quiet tone.

The look on your face however was priceless, and maybe that was worth joking around just a little bit.

You continued to weave your way down the crowed streets- clearly it was much easier for you to make your way through than the 6ft tall man with the 80lbs armor kit on.

Wolffe let out a gruff when you got a little too far in front of him. "Commander." He called for a second "Y/N"

Out of the corner of his eye as he continued to walk through the vibrant planet a figure emerged from a neighboring alleyway.

Wolffe couldn't shake the feeling that something was up and his suspicions were only confirmed when the figure spotted you.

The sounds drowned everything out around you, this planet seemed at ease and that was something the entire battalion needed. A person stood close beside you, Wolffe should have been the one at your side but when you looked up in was far from him.

"What-" you started taking a step back from the stranger. Your hand flew to where your lightsaber was hidden under your robes.

The person came closer to you now and was about to say something when a voice sounded from somewhere behind.

“You have three seconds to get away from the them until I have an entire GAR battalion surrounding you. Got it buddy.” Wolffe appeared with a look you’ve only every seen while on the battlefield. A lion of pure rage.

The stranger only frantically nodded a few times before hightailing it out of there. The smile from before was whipped off of your face.

Taking a huge gulp in you quietly said. “Thanks Wolffe.” You walked over and stopped at his side. “Sorry about that.”

Something inside of him twisted. He looked towards you once again, your face seemed blank without the show of your teeth like he was use too.

“Come on sir, I’m sure we can find something in these shops worth taking back to the group.” Wolffe guided you back on path of where you were technically suppose to be scouting.

Your eyes lit up at all the stalls around you as you ran from one to the next searching for something that peaked your interest. Wolffe followed this time more closely on your heels.

As he followed he thought back to taunting words of some of the Wolffe pack. “God what a softy.” “If only the commander was that nice to everyone.” “Turning into General Plo aren’t you?” The comments sounded in the back of his head.

The group was trying to patronize himself before, but watching you now he realized that you mattered more to him than he thought was possible.

“Heyyyy Wolffe.” You called him back from his thoughts, holding up something as you said. “Would you look at this. A joke book! We have to get it.”

Wolffe hoped that the soft spot wasn’t too soft as he stood there for a moment wondering what to say.

Taking a breath in as he joined you by the table he spoke clearly.

“Definitely not”

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showstopper35 · 1 year

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Kit Fisto x Jedi! Reader Headcanons

a/n: it’s 2023 and I still love him. you’re welcome.

-Always visits you before and after his missions, and you do the same. -Trading small smiles in the hallways

-Leaving you little sticky notes with hearts or compliments on the inside of your door

-Linking pinkies underneath the table in the mess hall

-Annoying Plo with inside jokes that only you two get

-He will send some of his troopers to compliment you. You do the same with yours. Both of your commanders are tired.

-On the rare occasion where you are completely alone, he likes to just hold you, briefly pressing kisses to your forehead.

-He’s loved you forever and you know that. He knows the same. And you love each other in your own quiet ways, despite the rules.

-Greeting each other with large smiles after long missions, knowing the y mean the promise of each other’s arms to come.

-If a mission went particularly bad, he always slips you a sweet treat in your quarters.

-Lets you play with his tendrils when you’re stressed

-Gives astoundingly good massages

-Loves swimming with you and always compliments you in your swimsuit. Seeing you in the water makes him so happy.

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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House Of Memories (28/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: leaving the warnings the same bc all of it entails. Don't read this is you are severely prone to depressive episodes, I had one while writing (no joke), do not read if you cannot handle emotional stress or read anything about it...

Summary: You begin the long and dark road that is grief, the loss of your Master has overcome you and Anakin, and you're not sure how you can possibly cope without him.

A/n: this one's bad too.. just sayin

Words: 3.1k

Everything was blank. Nothing was vibrant anymore, the skies had turned gray, along with the inner ruins of your mind.

You sat with your back against the wall, Ahsoka was beside you, holding your hand, but you couldn't feel it. You could feel nothing. Your heart had lost any emotion for anything, the numbness spreading through your body and soul.

My light, my path... it's gone.

The temple council meeting was called in upon hearing of the emergency news. You knew the word had to spread, and people had to first know in order for the discussion of it to be over, but every little whisper of it drove you deeper into a hard shell which was slowly forming around you.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was killed in action, leaving his sole Padawan without a Master. You hated that you were a part of the news. You didn't want to be included. You wanted to sit on your own, and grieve in silence over him like everyone else would get to do... but no, you were apart of the news. You were the one that was going to be receiving the messages of condolences, and the apologies for your loss. It was you who would be looked at with pity when you walked down the halls of the temple, eyes of sympathy gazing at your pathetic self, without the one person you needed by your side, guiding you through it all.

"Has she said anything?" Master Plo was the first to come out of the council room when the meeting adjourned, and when Ahsoka heard his question, she answered as quickly as she could.

"Nothing. Neither has Anakin," she replied, nodding to where her mentor stared off out the window of the hall.

You could hear them, your mind could, but physically, you were still. Still enough that someone could have sensed you were lifeless if they had walked by, unknowing of what had happened to you.

As more council members left the room, you began to receive looks from them that you'd never had before. They actually seemed like they cared about you for once. Too bad you didn't care anymore. It didn't matter what any of these people thought of you.

You weren't sure what came over you when you saw Master Yoda come out on his hover seat, but you stood, yanking your hand away from Ahsoka without even meaning to.

"Where is he?" You quickly asked. There were no pleasantries. Nothing about this was pleasant.

He seemed surprised at your forwardness, you were always so timid in front of him and the council. You were always backed into a corner.

"See him, you cannot," he told you. He was acting on your best interest, he could tell that the last thing on your mind was your own well-being. "Pain, it will only cause."

"Master Yoda, with all due respect, I think I've crossed that line."

He lowered his head, closing his eyes in deep thought for only a moment before shaking his head.

"Allow you to grieve him, we cannot. Assigned you a temporary master, we have," he tried to make the situation lighter, as if replacing your master was what you needed to hear right now.

"I do not need a new Master," it came out more spitefully than you had meant it to be, and though he was not expecting your tone, he could not blame you for what you were feeling. It was a human emotion to react this way when you lose someone. Though it was forbidden to harbor attachments, he understood that being close to someone every day, and losing it suddenly took a toll on the human mind.

"Ready to take the trials, you are not. With Master Fisto, you will now train."

You heaved a ragged breath; it was shaky as you let it out. Kit Fisto was a good Master; with many skills you could learn from him. As a green saber, he could perhaps pass onto you more than Obi-Wan ever did.... but that wasn't true. It wasn't true because Obi-Wan had given you the greatest gift anyone could ever receive. He had given you an outlet for love.

"I just want to say goodbye," you said it as evenly as you could, but your voice still broke at the end. Yoda knew he shouldn't be doing this, he knew that with allowing you more time to feel these emotions, you would gather more anger and hatred in your mind. You could perhaps begin a very dark descent. But with the way you were looking at him, eyes watering beyond the brink of no return, eyebrows knit together in pain... he saw the little girl that Obi-Wan and Gui Gon brought back from planet Mimban. The slave girl who held great power within her.

He saw the face of the child whom Obi-Wan Kenobi had soothed so many times, just by being in your presence. He knew he should not let you, but he also knew when he felt a calling in the force, he was not to ignore it. He opened his hand to you, handing over a small security chip which you took without hesitation.

"Preparing for a funeral, we are. Say your goodbyes quickly, you must."

You nodded to him, bowing in reverence to the grand master before you took off down the hall. Ahsoka followed behind you, although she did not let on. She kept her distance, just to be sure. She knew you would need someone with you when you were finished.

You followed the number on the head of the chip, turning down different hallways until you'd reached the place of destination.

You stood still in front of the door a few moments, closing your eyes and trying to sense first what was behind the sliding panel. You scanned the chip on the reader, and it allowed you access, shutting behind you, but not before Ahsoka could enter, too. She stayed lagging behind some more, as you walked further into the place. This was where they buried the fallen Jedi. This was the tomb of the temple. You vaguely remember coming here with Obi-Wan after Qui-Gon was killed. He explained to you the importance of honoring your predecessors, telling you about each significance, and the ways it can help you if you are to lose someone.

He had been healing at the time, moving on and learning to use the training his Master gave him beforehand. It was a beautiful process that you remember getting to be a part of.

You found the chamber with no name on it yet, holding the key up to the scanner. It granted you access immediately, but you froze in place upon having seen what you saw.

"Obi," you whispered quietly, stepping into the small chamber. You could feel the rush of tears coming back to your eyes, as you stood before the platform with light surrounding it. He was laid upon it, arms by his side and a peaceful expression on his features. The blaster shot was still worn on his robes, and the sight of it hurt you. That was the shot that took him away.

You walked over to stand by his platform. He was glowing, with the light that had surrounded him.

You placed your hand on the platform, almost as if you were scared to touch him. He was your master, wasn't he? But it felt so wrong, to see him like this. He wouldn't want you to remember him like this. He would want you to remember all the times he was there, alive, and well. He would want you to remember the hours of peaceful meditation, the times before and after a mission, where you would both just simply converse, to check up on each other and make sure everything was alright.

You raised your hand slowly, placing it on his chest and letting out a shaky breath. He was a still as the platform he rested on. The same chest that you had your face nestled softly in the night before, was never to rise or fall again. He didn't have any warmth to him, it was like touching an inanimate object, like a door, or a chair. Lifeless.

You tried to hold it in, to be strong for him and courageous, and not to be terrified, for he would always be with you, wherever you go... except he wasn't.

"He's dead, but he's not gone. Not truly," Obi-Wan stepped alongside you. You were curious as to what he meant when he said that Master Qui Gon was still with him.

"I don't understand," you furrowed your eyebrows, looking up at him from where you stood. You still hadn't hit your growth spurt, so you had to crane your neck to look at Obi when you walked with him.

"It's like the breeze. A breeze can form a river if it meets a body of water," he explained, kneeling down to meet your eyeline. "Once the breeze is gone, the river still flows."

You nodded and started to think about the words and what they meant.

"Are you the river?" you pondered sweetly. You heard his low chuckle as he dipped his head, then when his eyes met yours again, he nodded.

"Something like that," he paused, looking around and trying to find another way to describe it. "The force moves through all living things, it's what connects us, now my Master has become a part of its endless flow."

You smiled, playing with the hem of his sleeve when he spoke. You loved just listening to him talk.

"I can feel him all around me, now. His presence guides me to make the decisions that I need to."

You realized how much you were crying now, because no, you couldn't feel him all around you, and he wasn't there to guide your decisions anymore. He was an abyss in the force that had not surfaced. You could not feel even a semblance of his signature in this room. The signature that brought you comfort in times of need, was utterly no more.

You raised your hand to his face, using the back of it to caress his cheek, the rough hair that trailed up from his chin was course against your fingers. You opened your palm to hold his face like you had done so many times before, to try and convey your love for him that grew each day. You held his face and closed your eyes, trying harder than you ever had to center yourself, and to feel his gentle presence surround you, embrace you.

"I can't feel you," you whispered, and the tears never stopped, they only continued to fall in larger amounts. Your face was so wet with them that you could have watered one of the plants outside in the gardens. It was so painful to think that this feeling was going to last forever.

You knew you wouldn't stop crying, but you didn't want to. What you wanted to do, was what you came here for. It wasn't going to help, it wasn't going to make things better, but you needed to say goodbye. You needed to take the step forward and move along this course of grief. You needed to feel everything that came with saying goodbye, and you needed to have the peace that you had said it before it was too late.

"Obi," you started, already your lips were quivering with the motion, and it would only get worse from here. "I thought I had more time. I didn't know you were going to be taken from me... I thought that truly you were going to be by my side for all my days. I didn't know I was never going to be able to tell you how much I love you, how much I always will."

Ahsoka was peering in from the doorway, careful not to overstep her bounds. You needed this.

"I'm so sorry I never told you, all the ways you made me happy. All the things you ever did that were so small and yet, they meant the world. You took me when I was broken, and alone, and you mentored me into something I could be proud of. I will never be able to repay that debt."

You choked on your own sob, trying hard to get out a few more words, but just the thought of them brought on struggle.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there the one time it mattered; I hope you can forgive me," you ran your fingers through his hair, and you only wished he would smile like he did whenever you gave him the simple gesture. "I promise you; I will love you till the end of time."

You knew it didn't mean anything anymore, because it couldn't, but you wouldn't even try to stop yourself as you leaned down slowly, pressing a kiss to his lips that he would never reciprocate. He would never kiss you back like you'd imagined he might.

This was goodbye, a slow, agonizing goodbye.

You backed away from him, finished with dragging your heart through the mud. You turned to the doorway, and upon seeing Ahsoka, you knew she had seen and heard everything. You didn't really care. She held her arms out for you, but with a straight face, you walked right passed her, side stepping as to not bump into her open arms.

The funeral was short, and quiet. They had wrapped his body in linens before everyone came, and you were grateful they waited until you saw his face one last time.

Of all the people who came to mourn, the one you focused on the most was Duchess Satine Kryze. Her soft cries during the memorial did not go unnoticed by you. She seemed upset for sure, having held a certain history with Obi-Wan, but you didn't think she had a right to be here. You didn't want her to grieve the same man you did in the same space you were. It sounded stupid, and selfish, that even after he was gone, you were jealous of the hold he had on this woman, without even trying. She clung to him like wet clothes on your back, a nasty feeling, indeed.

You stood by Anakin, watching as they lowered his body into the ground, and sealed it shut. Gone, for good. It was now your job as the Padawan to lay his lightsaber to rest, a symbol of a Jedi's life coming to its full end. This weapon is your life...

You knelt down over the small circular opening over his tomb, placing his saber into the hold and watching as it closed, sending a streak of light into the air.

You stepped back by Anakin, looking up to him to see if his expression had changed at all. It had not, for the entire day. His face held all the anger and hatred he felt towards what happened, and you knew that now your tears were gone, yours did, too.

You were feeling it again, the call to the darkness. It was becoming stronger every hour, and without your master's guidance, without him, you were not so keen to refuse it anymore.

The small gathering of people who had come together to celebrate the life of a Jedi had now dispersed, members of the crowd going every which way, to either console another, or to leave the room.

Anakin stormed off without a word, and you let him. You knew what he was feeling... more so, even.

"I'm horribly sorry for your loss," came a voice beside you. Her accent laced her words, and you knew it was her just by the tone of voice.

You nodded to her, trying you best not to scowl in her direction. The audacity she must have, to be jealous of the relationship you held with Obi-Wan, and to now approach you in your time of suffering. It was not her job to console you, or even say a word.

"Up close, I can see the pain in your eyes, but from afar, you looked almost... indifferent," she said, taking a gamble that you were not angry enough to drop her where she stood. You had another saber in your hand, and it was your own. All you had to do was turn it slightly, and then-

"I'm a Jedi," you said, your emotions did not spill into your words, and you sounded numb. "We wear our chaos on the inside, where no one can see it."

You bowed towards her in respect, knowing that if Obi-Wan were watching you, he'd be very disappointed if you stalked off without warning. He was the politest person you'd ever known, and you would do good by him to remember that he taught you manners.

You left a moment later, passing Anakin in the hallway and giving him a brush of your hand against his arm. He looked up to you only once, before you went your separate ways, finding the places you would stay for the night.

You were going to be moved to a new apartment tomorrow and were to have your things gathered up by then. You didn't have any plans on meeting that expectation. You were likely going to rot in this very apartment tonight. The last bit of you that still existed was going to melt into the floor, and no one would ever see you again.

You should take a shower, the fresher is only a few steps away, and you could use it... but your energy is more than depleted. You walk past both the fresher, and your room, going straight to Obi-Wan's. The last place you were truly along with him while his breath filled the air.

You discarded your robe to the floor, and it was only now that you realized you didn't hang it up by the entranceway, because he wasn't here to remind you.

You kicked off your boots, and sunk into the bed, not bothering to change your clothes from today. They had his scent on them still, from when you held him when it first happened.

You clung to his pillow, holding it to your chest and inhaling it deeply, the smell that barely lingered but was so familiar. These were the small things you would mourn further than today. Today you would mourn his body, his presence... but tomorrow, and every day after, you would mourn his smell, his tired laugh, his scratchy morning voice, his brilliant smile, the way his eyes were glassy when he'd become sleepy, his rough but still gentle hands... all of these were things you would think of when missing him in years to come.

You only hoped you could sleep tonight. Without his embrace, or hushed whispers to calm you down, your nightmares would endure, and take you into the abyss where nothing ever escaped.

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