#obi wan fluff

[peterparkersnose]

Caught

pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x Amadala!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: nudity, embarrassment, fluff at the beginning, sexual references, age gap sort of referenced

a/n first obi wan fic. i hope i didnt make padme too mean, it wasnt my intention. i havent watched the prequels in over a month and i tend to forget character aspects sometimes. also this takes place at the castle anakin and padme got married in (and the only place where i will ever get married Villa del Balbianello if your interested)

summary Padme’s prized younger sister Y/N gets caught after a night with Obi Wan.

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“Why couldn’t we had just sent a droid?” Anakin whined, following Padmé.

“It’s better to communicate through words. More respectful. I’m sure Master Obi Wan won’t mind.” Padmé said confidently. Her dress swayed perfectly behind her and her heels clicked as Anakin sulked following her down the hallway.

“But he’s the late one!”

“Yes, but I’m sure he just over slept. Come on,” Padmé said, trying to calm down Anakin. Obi Wan rarely messed up, and when he did Anakin did not deal with it lightly.

The two reached Obi Wan’s door to his quarters. Just as Padmé was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, Anakin grabbed her wrist softly.

“Wait. Listen,” he whispered. The silence stung their ears as Padmé tried to listen to what Anakin was saying.

“Or shall I pin it here?” Obi Wan asked, picking up a side of his sheet and pretending to pin it over your shoulder.

Your giggle rung through the room and bounced off the wall. You stood at his private balcony, covered only in his sheer tan bed sheet.

“I liked the strapless better,” you said sweetly, tucking the sheet under your arm once again. “Such a fashionista,” Obi Wan smiled, gazing out over the rural mountain. “Who taught you that word?” you asked, turning to walk towards him.

As you took a step, you tripped over the sheet and the dress began to unravel. Your skin became exposed to the bright morning sun. Nothing to hide around Obi Wan, it’s not like he hadn’t seen it before.

“No! Not my beautiful work,” Obi Wan sighed jokingly, lazily helping you bunch up the sheet on his knees. You grabbed his scruffy chin with your fingers, grabbing his attention to your face.

Your eyes seemed to entwine. His expression turned soft, leaving his eyes wanting for your lips. Bending down and keeping your hand on his chin, you softly kissed him.

Then the knock came on the door.

“Who’s that?” you panicked, freezing in your position.

Obi Wan was a Jedi. He wasn’t supposed to be with anyone according to Jedi law. The relationship you two had was kept a secret. Sometimes you liked it. Something the two of you shared and nobody else knew. It was special. Other times it drove you nuts. You wanted a ring on your finger more than anything. You would always ask “Well Anakin and Padmé…” but he would always come up with an excuse. “We can’t be as irresponsible as the two of them,”

“Calm down, my love. Breakfast,” he sighed, waving his hand. The big wooden door flew open. You expected a droid carrying a tray of food.

Instead you were met by the horrified faces of your sister and brother in law.

You shouted, ripping the sheets from Obi Wan’s hands and covering your exposed breasts and rolling back on your hips, covering yourself as much as possible. It wouldn’t help, the cat was already out of the bag.

Padmé was going to kill you. She had always been protective of you ever since you were little. She was older than you by a few years. She was the Queen, and you listened to her. Seeing her sister naked on the floor with one of the men she most respected was most definitely going to set her off. She was not about to let you make the same mistakes she did.

“Y/N…?” Padmé asked, her hand now covering her agape mouth. “It’s not what it looks like,” Obi Wan said, raising his hands in a defensive pose.

Padmé had never seen you like this before. She had expected you to keep your purity until marriage and marry for political reasons. Not to be tangled up with a Jedi. She had just caught her younger sister after very obviously hooking up with someone. And not just someone, that someone was Obi Wan. Your stomach felt like knots just waiting for her reaction.

“Mé’, what are you doing here?” you gritted through your teeth. “I could ask the same for you!” she yelled. “Get dressed.”

Tears began to well in your eyes. “Y/N,” Obi Wan sighed, reaching for your hand. You flung his hand, rejecting his request.

“Where is my dress?” you asked, shoveling through the other blankets on the bed. “I-I believe we left it by the pool last night, my dear.” Obi Wan answered.

You looked up back to Padme. She was standing with her hand on her brow, hips cocked against the door frame. Anakin was standing now farther back in the hallway, but you could still see his cheeky smile. “The pool?” she asked angrily. You were about to answer but then she raised her hand. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know.”

“I do,” Anakin whispered from the back. She promptly elbowed him in the ribcage, he let out a small oof. 

Your heart sank at the sight. You had disappointed the one person you wanted to make proud.

“Here,” Obi Wan said, gathering your green long sleeved dress from his drawer. “How long has this been going on?” Padmé exclaimed, shocked that he had a stash of your clothes in his room.

“Uhm…”

“Since the wedding?” Obi Wan asked you. “Around there, yeah.” you agreed.

Padmé’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “My wedding was over six months ago!”

“Sorry,” you muttered, raising the straps on your dress.

“So does this mean there’s no training today?” Anakin asked, piping up behind Padmé’s shoulders. Obi Wan shot him a death glare. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of this.

“Let’s go,” Padmé said, grabbing the back of your arm and guiding you quickly out of the room.

“Dude,” Anakin said, smirking at Obi Wan. “Leave.” he sighed, holding his hand up and flicking his wrist. “Are we going to be brother in laws?” he asked, hanging on the doorframe.

Padmé was expecting him to follow and they were getting a little too far away. Anakin struggled remembering all the hallways in this big castle.

Obi Wan sighed. He rubbed his brow with the back of his hand. “If Padmé doesn’t kill me, then just maybe.”

Anakin smirked at Obi Wan.

“Don’t tell her I said that!” he yelled after Anakin.

“No promises!” Anakin yelled from the hallway.

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[bellarkeselection]

Our Little Kenobi

Request from @starvingbrokestudent Can you do a super sweet pregnancy fic with Obi Wan? Like the reader finds out she’s pregnant after fertility issues and Obi Wan is just so excited?! And how they try to keep it a secret from the council and eventually she has a baby boy?

This will be a mini series like you asked 😁

Rushing to the bathroom I didn't even get the chance to remove my lightsaber and my robe from my body because the sickness was coming on so quickly. Holding onto the toilet I puked what I had ate in my stomach feeling out of breath afterwards. This wasn’t the first time this had happened and it was the third time I had gotten sick. Wiping my hand across my mouth I gagged on the taste leaving the bathroom once I had finished. Finding my communicator out of my robe pocket I thought of the first person I could call who wouldn’t ask too many questions. “Padme, can you come to my room please?”

“Of course. Do you need anything specific?” She asked me appearing as a blue hologram.

Running my fingers through my hair with my freehand I whispered under my breath almost like somebody else was listening on the other side of the door. “Could you uh…could you bring me a pregnancy test. I can’t have the medical droids look I into this. They can’t keep a secret if there is something going on.”

“Sure, I’ll be right over.” She hung up the call making me more nervous just waiting for her to come over.

Pacing back and forth across the floor frantically trying to calm my nerves but it wasn’t working. This couldn't be happening to me. I was a Jedi knight and a leader of one of the clone armies. There was a war going on all on top of it. I heard three knocks on the door before I opened the door quickly. “Come in, Padme.”

“Here it is. Why exactly did you need one?” She asked and I knew that she would after she told me about her and Anakin sneaking around.

Taking it from her hands I went into the bathroom quickly doing the test since the waiting was killing me. Sitting on the toilet I just stared at the test in my hands thinking that my life was now screwed. “Padme, I'm going to be forced out of the order.” I croaked through tears feeling her presence in the doorway of the bathroom just watching me.

“I thought Jedi were encouraged to love. That's what Anakin told me.” She responded.

Lifting my head up I felt tears building up. “But you're sneaking around aren't you. It's exactly what me and Obi-Wan are doing…stars he's going to be upset over this.”

“Maybe he will want the baby.’ She tried being hopeful. “Wait a second I should be asking do you want it first?”

Dropping my gaze to the ground floor silence filled the entire room at that point. I didn't know how to answer her question. Being a member of the Jedi order meant that things like love, marriage, and children were out the window. Gripping my hair in my fingers I screamed dropping the pregnancy test on the floor at my feet. “I don't think I can do this, Padme. I can't…I'm not prepared to be a mother. I barely even remember my own parents after the council found me. And then there's Obi Wan…he…I have no clue what he will feel.”

“Have you ever talked about the possibility of having kids with him if you weren’t Jedi knights?” Padme came into the bathroom and sat down beside me on the floor.

Burying my face into my knees I croaked. “We took an oath, Padme. No marriage, no children, no possibilities of going to the Dark Side.”

“I’m sorry Y/n. But I am here for you and whatever you decide to do.” She placed a hand on my shoulder and we both just sat in silence with me thinking back to that night between Obi wan and I.

Opening the door, he walked towards the bed and dropped me down to the bed. My back hit the soft silk sheets before I rose up from the bed staring at him softly and brought a hand to his cheek stroking it softly. He leaned into my touch and brought my fingers to his lips, kissing them softly for a moment before releasing them. Standing tall, he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. My heart began to beat for a second as I stared at him, my eyes directed down to his muscular chest, and blushed at the sight.

I averted my eyes with my hands covering them quickly and tried to contain my blush, he looked up at me and smirked at my reaction. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Y/n. You can look if you want to.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…have you ever done this before.” I pointed out to him where I peeked through my fingers for a split second.

My hands started to trace his form, I began to run his fingers up and down his muscular chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He yanked my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground only once breaking the kiss until I was not able to not joke with him at least once. “Woah….you look just wow.”

He glanced down at my clothed beasts staring at them deeply before reaching behind my back and began to unclip the straps off and tear it off me in a split second. I gasped at him instantly reaching a hand to cover my breast, he let out a growl at them pushing my hands away. “ Don’t hide from me, my darling. You are perfect.”

He hovered over me and brought his lips down upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced more into the kiss. I felt a hard rock positioned at my lower religion, he placed his member at my center and looked up at me. “My love, this may hurt for a few minutes, I promise I'll go slowly. We can do this together, the both of us. Since….I haven’t done this before either. Are you sure you want this, I'll stop if you're not ready.”

“I want you. I want you, Obi.“ I said, gripping the bed sheets in my fingers, never moving my gaze from his. “ Please just go gently.”

Obi wan nodded his head slowly brushing some hair out of my face just admiring my face in the small light that was provided by the bedside lamp. “I want you just as much as you want me.”

Within moments I felt the pain suddenly vanish and began to feel pleasure. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraced me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back. And that was the most enjoyable night of our lives.

I decided after a few days later to finally tell him what was happening. He deserved to know the situation so that we could figure out what to do next together. Standing out of his door I sucked in a shaky breath raising my fist and knocking three times on his door where it opened slowly for him to greet me. “Y/n, what can I do for you?”

“We need to talk…alone. If you have some time before our council meeting.” I almost whispered under my breath before he allowed me to come inside.

He shut the door behind himself, raising a brow. “What is going on, darling?”

“Did you remember the night we shared together? Well something I thought wouldn’t happen ended up actually happening.” Fiddling with my fingers in front of me I lowered my gaze to the ground trying to not show how terrified I was.

Obi wan was a much sharper Jedi then I thought I was though when he takes a few steps towards me. “Y/n, if something is making you nervous you can tell me. You know that right. So what is bothering you?”

“Obi, please don’t be upset. I already don’t know what I am going to do with the result. I can’t handle it if you rat me out and abandon me.” I lifted my head showing him my face was turning red with heavy tears coming down my cheeks.

Obi touched my shoulders, shifting his blue orbs down to my eyes. “Darling, please tell me what is wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“I….I’m pregnant.” I croaked out lowering my head into his chest sobbing. “I’m pregnant with your child.”

The Jedi master froze for a moment so unsure of what to say. He was in the same position as yourself. He knew that the council wouldn’t allow you to remain in the temple. Yet he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist holding me gently letting silence fill the room until he finally separated the hug. “I’m not going to leave you, Y/n.”

“Wait what…are you being serious?” I sniffed clinging onto the fabric of his brown cloak for strength and his arms were still around my waist holding me close to his embrace.

He moved one hand to cradle the side of my face feeling me lean into his palm when he replied longingly. “I said I won’t leave you because you're pregnant. I know the risks that it means for us. But I’d be the biggest idiot if I left you over something we both consented too.”

“You have no idea how much of a relief that is to hear you say that, Obi wan.” I chuckled through tears with such relief off my shoulders as I fling my arms around his neck hugging him tightly but gently.

He tightened his grip around my waist, burying his face into my loose hair. His heart skipped a beat at the realization that he would be a father, he was terrified since he didn’t remember his own much. Yet there was more joy in his mind than fear. “I have been considering this for a long time. I guess you finally gave me the courage to do so…”

“What are you talking about…omg.” I gasped covering my mouth watching him lower himself down on one knee directly before me.

He revealed a tiny black box from inside his brown robe, opening it showing me a simple silver ring that had three jewels in the middle of it. His bright blue eyes poured up into mine. “Y/n, I love you. I know that we are told not to get attached to one another but I couldn’t help it. You are everything that I never knew I wanted until we started spending time together. This baby doesn’t want me to run away from all of that. It makes me want to stay by your side even more. So will you marry me?”

“Oh Obi Wan….yes.” I giggled letting him slide the ring on my finger getting to his feet. He cupped my face in his hands kissing me for the first time in a few days. I leaned up on my toes kissing him back.

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[buckyarchives]

MODERN OBI-WAN KENOBI BOYF HC

I haven’t ever done a head cannon post but with how busy / lazy I’ve been I might post more of these, they’re a lot of fun. probably one for Bucky and Luke skywalker. If you want any other characters just lmk! Make sure to check my request post!

warning: nsfw content (labeled so if you want to skip you totally can)

tea guy, like, it’s crazy. has so many drawers full of boxes and bags. always making you tea to fit whatever mood you’re in

landscaper or teacher, or both. I imagine him teaching younger kids but probably wishes to be a professor of some sort, maybe teaching environmental science.

just really likes plants and flowers but sometimes gets tired of having to craft and trim everything to be perfect so he thoroughly enjoys natural nature and the “overgrown’ aesthetic

Adding onto that, loves to hike, always takes you with and nerds out about the scenery and views.

definitely fosters dogs from the local shelter and takes them on hikes to help leash train them.

unintentionally a pretentious little prick

circle lens glasses and turtle neck combo 24/7

And of course you steal his sweaters ALL THE TIME

Smells like citrus, grass and rain. the warm sun rays and vanilla

Always watching some documentary, or the history channel.

All your friends lowkey want him because he’s. That Guy.

Whenever he blushes it goes straight to his nose, ears and neck.

Frequent at most coffee shops in town so when he started to bring you around it was a big deal for the workers lol, so much gossip. And mild disappointment from the staff knowing obi wan was official taken

Probably hates small talk, finds it tedious and shallow

The most supportive boyfriend in the world, he’s always the first person there to cheer you on

When you started dating him, his cousin/best friend, Anakin, came as a packaged deal. The younger one frequently trailing behind obi wan and now, as you’ve got too closer, you as he’s become a younger brother figure to you.

Not jealous at all, he’s very secure in your relationship and his trust in you is crazy strong. finds it quite amusing when men hit on you in front of him and kinda just lets you play it out.

That is unless you become uncomfortable, he mostly lets you stand up for yourself but if it becomes overbearing he definitely won’t hesitate to cause a small scene.

A big runner and boxer, you’re used to having to help his knuckles heal up from long sessions. As well as joining him on early morning runs if he can get you up and out of bed for it.

He loves art and mostly drew and painted landscapes but after meeting you this sketch book began to fill of pictures of you from every angle possible.

So naturally put together all the time it makes you insecure sometimes

Obviously, obi wan is the best at easing those insecurities. He always notices when you’re feeling off, sometimes even before yourself, so quick to embrace you and whisper exactly what you need to hear.

Another thing, so good with his words??? He always tell you what you need to hear, there’s rarely ever any miscommunication between the two of you because of this and even when they’re are, arguments are not common.

Crazy sarcastic, will say the funniest shit ever with the most monotone face and it just makes it 100% times funnier.

Really likes Taylor swift and David Bowie

Always getting you bouquets of flowers, even arranges them himself sometimes.

“This reminded me of you.”

Such a safe and non-judgemental aura, you’d struggle with asking for help or learning new / seemingly ‘common sense’ things with past relationships in fear of seeming dumb but you feel so safe around obi-wan that those thoughts never cross your mind, always learning new things from him and enjoying how helpful and supportive he is.

Definitely an impala driver, either 40s Chevy impala or the very sleek and fancy 2020 impala premier, probably black and rarely dirty

Not the biggest cuddler in the world but really enjoys naps together, will drape an arm over you but he tends to move around in his sleep so he’s just content with sleeping besides you rather than wrapping limbs

But when he is in the mood to cuddle, it’s mostly on the couch when you decides to binge shitty reality television. He’s usually on his back and you’re laying ontop of his stomach with your ear to his chest

You two constantly binge dating reality shows, always criticizing the other couple and mostly men LOL.

“He did not just say that! Maker, you would have broke up with me then and there.” “Damn right I would.”

You trace all the moles and freckles along his body, obi wan definitely had a skin care routine and moisturizes so I imagine his skin is always so soft

NSFW!

really likes nudes, like the grainy MacBook camera pictures with a matching cute set type nudes (iykyk). Hot and slightly artistic, his favorite.

Doesn’t like porn though, never enjoyed it and it never really got him off, doesn’t like the morals of it either

Also sexting, not his thing. He’s usually more on the serious end when it comes to intimacy but he cannot take sexting seriously LMAOO

lowkey the type to come home from a long day of work and look you in the eye with That Look and you just know what he needs

Thigh guy, the type to take breaks from eating you out by just resting his head fully on your inner thigh and just gaze up at you

Sir / master kink

Will jokingly come up behind you when you’re in the kitchen or something and press his groin to your behind

Just a little tease overall, always doing shit like that and acting all innocent about it

VERY VERY vocal during sex (cough, cough, shallow graves ending scene, COUGH)

[stardust-kenobi]

4, 18 and 49 with Obi Wan please <3 xx Reader is about the same age as Anakin

may I just say, these are EXCELLENT selections, my dear. You did not specify gender preference so if fem reader is not what you wanted let me know and I’m happy to change the wording :)

4. “Can you guys just fuck already?”

18. “I don’t care about consequences”

49. “Swallow. All of it”

Consequences

Obi Wan x Fem!Reader drabble

Warnings: smut, rough-ish sex (at least by obi wan’s standards), 18+ minors DNI

“Can you guys just fuck already?”

Anakin’s words from earlier in the day played on repeat in your head as Obi Wan tore your clothes from your body. The tension had grown too obvious, and your best friend Anakin took notice. He was loud and bold, knowing that if he didn’t hint at it, you and Obi Wan would never have the chance to express your feelings.

“Obi Wan” You breathed, Obi Wan’s lips attacking the supple skin on your neck, “what about the council?”

“I don’t care about consequences my love” He said so seriously. He meant it. You were worth any consequence to come. This kind of self indulgent and lustful behavior was already forbidden, but a Jedi and a padawan sleeping together? You’d both be exiled from the Order if you were caught.

There was an inexplicable need for one another that you both felt whenever you were near him, which was nearly everyday. You knew the tension was bound to break eventually, and all it took was Anakin’s little comment, and that was it. It was lucky timing to pounce on each other in this moment, but you didn’t have long before someone would notice you were alone in Obi Wan’s room.

“Then, please, fuck me” You whimpered while his fingers circled around your clit, igniting your heightened arousal for him.

He was hungry for you, and it felt so primal within him that nothing would change his mind about fucking you senseless right there in his chambers. The material of your dress worked in his favor as he laid you down on his bed. Slipping up the hem of the skirt, it was revealed that you wore nothing beneath it.

“Maker, you will be the death of me” He whispered with a tone of weakness as he melted for you.

Your cunt clenched around nothing, your body begging for his cock. Obi Wan swallowed hard in anticipation of ravaging you, taking in the view of you sprawled out on his bed, just for him. He hurriedly pulled his stiffened length from the restraints of his pants.

The risk of it all meant you had to be quick, but for you, it just made it all the more exciting.

As he lined himself up with your entrance, you gave him a pleading, desperate look, which was all he needed to see before he suddenly buried his length inside of you. You both breathed out in relief, whimpers softly trailing the end of your sigh. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before he began pounding into you deep and hard.

“Fuck, Obi Wan” You whimpered. What was it about not caring about the consequences? Yeah, let’s hope not. Considering you were anything but quiet in that moment.

“You are so beautiful, darling” He praised, enamored with your body writhing beneath him and the way you took his cock so well. He was deprived of this for so long. To be taking you like this was a dream to him.

Maybe it was the excitement of how wrong this was. Maybe it was the way Obi Wan looked so handsome and dominant towering over you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been pleasured in so long, but whatever it was, your senses were over loaded, and your orgasm was approaching very quickly.

Obi Wan sensed it, and brought his fingers down to your clit, and began rubbing your most sensitive area, pushing you even closer to your climax.

“That’s right, sweetheart, come for me” He purred.

With the perfect rhythm of his fingers, and the way he thrusted harder sent you over the edge. You threw your head back and cried out his name as you were overcome with pleasure. It radiated through your entire body, relentless in its intensity as Obi Wan continued his motions.

As you floated back down from your high, Obi Wan pulled out of you.

Quickly getting down on your knees, you finished him off with your mouth, tasting your own arousal slicked all over his length. The taste of you lingering on him turned you on. His cock twitched in your mouth, the tip of it beginning to stiffen, which let you know how close he was to his climax. You could barely fit him as you swirled your tongue around his length.

“Don’t stop, Y/N, fuck” He cursed, losing himself in the slickness and skill of your tongue.

Suddenly, the warmth of his release coated your tongue while he gripped the back of your head, overwhelmed by his own pleasure.

“Swallow, darling. All of it” He commanded as he rode down from his high.

You happily obeyed, taking all of his release and swallowing it. His hand cupped your face, admirable of your messy hair and rosy cheeks as he looked down at you.

“I believe we have a meeting to attend, right?” You teased, mentioning the Council meeting that was open to all Jedi, and it was crucial that you two attended.

“Better get ourselves cleaned up quick, then” He chuckled.

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[oniwankenobii]

"A great leap forward often requires first taking two steps back."

-Obi Wan Kenobi-

[spidersbane]

your thoughts are loud

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x reader

summary: you, padme’s top advisor, can’t sleep, and neither can obi-wan. 

warnings: none

author’s note: i disappeared off the face of the planet for over a year bc i was in my first year of law school. somehow i survived and realized i needed a hobby. so i’m revisiting my writing and dumping this here. please be gentle, i haven’t seen the prequels in a while bc my friends won’t watch them with me, and i haven’t seen the show yet either. also would anyone like this to become a series? where it’s this kind of pining but with other characters in different fandoms? pls let me know bc I’d love the feedback. much love. 

suggested listening: ‘moonlight serenade’ by glenn miller 

“Your thoughts are loud.” 

You jumped at the sound of his voice, posh as ever but a little rough some sleep. “I didn’t mean to wake you. And what are you doing in my thoughts?” The question came out with a laugh, knowing Obi-Wan well enough that he wouldn’t get in your head without permission.

He looks down and chuckles softly. “You didn’t wake me. I couldn’t sleep, and I just heard them.”

“Dare I ask why you couldn’t sleep?” You slid over on the small stone bench, trying to make some room for him. 

He cocked his head slightly, pondering, almost hesitating. But he walked over to you and sat down, tugging his robes closer around him. “Anakin, mostly. Concerns for Padme, sometimes.” A whisper, “concerns for you.” 

You tried to shut your thoughts out. You couldn’t, however, helped the heat that rose to your cheeks. “Concerns about me?” 

“Yes, concerns for you,” he said. “I know how the Senators are with you.” He folded his hands in on one another in his lap. ‘And I don’t like how they are with you.” 

You sighed, finally looking at him, seeing his eyes trained downward, not chancing a look at you. “Obi-Wan, they’re Senators, it’s to be expected. Things are going sideways fast, and they’re all just doing what they can to try and manage it. And sometimes, it just happens to get let out onto others.” 

“I don’t like it when it gets let out on you. Especially because I can’t say anything to them.” 

He glanced towards you, then upward, focusing on the limited night sky above him. Somehow, you managed to look at him, though, tracing the sharp curve of his jaw, the soft structure of his cheekbone. Although your shoulders touched, you wanted to reach out and place a hand on his shoulder, on his cheek, on something. But you didn’t, and frankly you couldn’t. Even the night’s spell couldn’t make you forget his status as a Jedi Master or yours as Padme’s advisor. Your respective positions had rules, a Code that kept you from one another. But It didn’t keep the others in your charge from one another, you thought.

Padme and Anakin were careful, but you and Obi-Wan knew them better, and knew it hadn’t taken long for them to start seeing each other. In fact, on the few missions to Naboo when the Jedi visited, you often stood as cover for Anakin, ready with a plausible story for when Obi-Wan came asking. You talked Padme through the ups and downs of being with a Jedi, through the long periods of not seeing each other. And she spoke with you about Obi-Wan, not one to be lost on forlorn looks and wishful thinking. Being friends for so long gave her an insight into your thoughts, and knew how your tied your fingers together when Obi-Wan was near, how you could never look him in the eye when he looked at you with his piercing blue eyes. 

It took one look for her to read your thoughts, and it was on a night like this, when you sat out in the open with Obi-Wan, where you were grateful he didn’t read yours. Because you reached for him, a gentle hand on his arm, drawing his skyward gaze back to you, looking at you like he pulled some of the stars from of the sky with him. “But I know you would say something if you could, and that’s enough.” 

He reached for you too, a shaky hand holding your own, cerulean eyes locked with yours. “But it isn’t enough.” 

“Obi-Wan, I …” 

“It isn’t enough,” he said, grip tightening around your hand. “It isn’t enough, because I can’t tell them to leave you alone without them wondering what a Jedi wants with you. I can’t say anything because then I’ll come out sounding like Anakin and they’ll all wonder where the professional version of me went.” 

He turned to you fully, reaching for your empty hand with his remaining one. He leans in closer, and you mirror him, afraid that if you don’t, then his words will escape into thin air and it’ll be as if you never heard him. And he needs you to hear him, to understand. 

He continued, “And then they’d know that the professional version of me never exists around you. That something changes, and I don’t know how to describe it.” 

You shook out a breath, terrified of moving too suddenly. He can sense your nervousness, you know he does, when he starts circling his thumb gently across your knuckles. Your eyes dart between his eyes, looking for any sign of his confession being a joke, some cruel joke. But there’s nothing there, except the calmest gaze, the warmest shade of blue searching your eyes for a reaction. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

I love you, your heart screamed. 

“Obi-Wan, that means, well, more than I can put into words. But the thoughts are there,” you paused. “If you want to feel for them.” 

It’s the first time you’ve offered something like that to him, something that personal to anyone. You can see the hesitation, but it doesn’t take you long to feel him, tendrils of his Force signature wrapping around your mind. You close your eyes, not wanting to see his reaction when he reaches the part of your mind that yearns for him, that aches. He’s there for a while, strolling through, taking his time with you, and it’s in this hike through your mind, that he wishes you could see into his more. 

After a pregnant pause, he squeezes your hand, leading you out of your haze, eyes crawling back open. When he sharpens into focus, there’s a content, mischievous smile creeping up his face; his shoulders relax, and you don’t need to be Force sensitive to feel the utter relief radiating from him. You both have finally gotten a lifetime’s worth of confessions off your chest. And where it goes from here, neither of you know.  But this is different, and you aren’t afraid of finding out. 

The beginnings of dawn creep over the horizon, spilling streams of gold light onto both of you, where you both remember that other Jedi might be beginning to stir. So you stand, hands still intertwined, and you pull him up with you. 

“We have to go,” you begin. “Before someone sees.” 

He smiles, a full smile now. “Let’s get you back to bed then.”

It’s a silent walk back to your quarters in the Senate building, and Obi-Wan holds your hand the whole time, not even starting to drop it when you think someone is going to round a corner and spot you. He’s unafraid, and so are you, and it’s so unlike either of you, but in the early light, neither of you have it in your to care. When he stops at your door, you both fight smiles and whisper proper goodnights, and you force the want of him staying the rest of the night back down your throat.

When you are finally back in your quarters, as disheveled as they are, curtains still drawn tight, you will to him a promise of ‘later, you’ll find me later’. And it is a whisper, a fleeting feeling through your mind, but you know it’s him willing back, ‘I’ll always find you.’ 

[darlingdekarios]

then I look at you.

rating: e for everyone. length: 1,141 content: Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, ptsd, nightmares, angst

it's easier to chase away the nightmares in his mind when the sunrise is spent with you.

Day-to-day was survival, his mind too busy navigating how to stay alive and honor his duty while being the most sought-after prey in the galaxy. Even through the trepidation he preferred his time awake, for when sleep came to him, as did the nightmares. 

It was a routine now, waking up in the middle of the night in a sweat, his entire body on fire in panic. It had been years since he’d slept an entire night free of the seemingly mandatory pain of waking up gasping for breath, and tonight was no different. His mind was still running, the agonizing soundtrack to his suffering as loud as they’d been when he first heard them.

Three words, ever present, forever haunting his mind on a perpetual loop that offered no reprieve. 

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Each repetition of the phrase was louder in his mind, each accompanying visual of disdainful red and yellow eyes pulling him further beneath the surface. He could still taste the smoke from Mustafar, the air sitting heavy in his lungs, weighing them down, refusing him a decent breath. 

But today you were there – offering him the salvation he didn’t deserve.

“Take a deep breath,” you instructed in a practiced tone, a hand delicately sliding against his chest to give him more to anchor to. “A deep, steady breath.”

He tried. He always tried for you, even against his best judgment. He’d known you before – during the Clone Wars when he was a hero rather than a hollow shell. He finally tore his eyes open to meet yours, the morning just light enough to find comfort in the depths.

He’d never intended to allow you this close – he’d insisted after the reunion that you stay away for your own good. The people around him still seemed to display a penchant for not listening to him, especially you. The comfort of your company was irresistible, the familiarity blanketing him in something almost safe. 

The moment he realized he held you in his grasp now and your worry filled eyes brought him fully to his senses, a steady rhythm began to take control of his breath. His hands grasped at your waist as you began to set a steady pace of breath, encouraging him to replicate you until a semblance of normalcy had returned to him.

“There, Obi-Wan,” you whispered lightly as his body started to relax, his head dropping to rest his forehead against yours as his eyes squeezed shut again. His deepest breath yet covered your lips, causing them to curve upward slightly with relief. “I’m here. You’re with me.”

The sound of the name he so rarely heard now on your lips in the quiet morning, the gentle hues of twilight a stark contrast to the fiery visions that had filled his mind only moments before. With a deep exhale he opened his eyes only briefly to take in the beauty of your face, welcoming the familiarity into his mind eagerly. 

You allowed him his reticent moment, closing what little distance remained to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. Such a simple act shattered his resolve, his arms coming to circle your waist and hold you closer as his eyes fluttered open again. 

“I’m sorry.”

You hated that he started his morning like this – with panic followed instantaneously by apologies he didn’t owe you, always with words so soft they were hardly there. Your hands moved to cup either side of his face, thumbs brushing over his twin sun freckled cheeks, committing all the new specks to memory. You rubbed the tip of your nose against his, soundlessly coaxing the remaining rigidity from his body.

“You’re not the only one in the galaxy that has nightmares, Obi-Wan,” you whispered, voice so naturally imbued with tenderness it was impossible not to relax beside you. “I’m only bothered that you deal with them alone while I’m not here.”

He wouldn’t let you be here all the time – he couldn’t allow you to spend the amount of time you both wanted together for fear of attracting too much attention. Even if he’d offered, you never would have stayed, a calling to do your part in the galaxy as a pilot still searing through your veins as hard as it had in the Clone Wars.

“They’re not your burden to carry.”

“They’re too heavy for you alone.”

He released a deep breath in concession, dipping his head forward to press a gentle kiss to your lips. His beard scratched against your skin, pulling a light smile from you that crinkled your nose. He’d never feel worthy of looking at someone so beautiful, and the easy argumentative streak you displayed was exactly enough to lighten his chest even if only for a moment. “You are impossible.”

“Can’t let you get lazy,” you cooed, sliding your hands to cup his jaw and run your nails into his beard. He released a deep sigh, goosebumps breaking out on his skin despite the warmth that surrounded the two of you. As he relaxed in the moment you softened your voice further. “Was it him again? Anakin?”

His brow pulled together, and you raised your head to press a kiss to the lines. When you pulled away from the lingering contact he met your gaze again, to be met with a depth of understanding and affection he’d not seen in years. It was never easy to hear that name, never easy to talk about the things he’d seen – but you gave him the most welcoming outlet. You never pushed, and never had the wrong thing to say.

“It’s always him,” he replied, leaning his forehead forward again to meet yours. His eyes squeezed shut again, filling his lungs with a deep breath before he shook his head barely, the undeniable defeat deeply ingrained his words. “I am destined to be haunted by my failure.”

“You’re not a failure, Obi-Wan,” you insisted, hands sliding to either side of his neck where you wrapped gentle circles with your fingertips. He could – and would – cling to moments like these with you. “Anakin made his choices. We are all responsible for our own path across the stars.”

You’d have made a great Jedi if you’d been born Force sensitive – wise, compassionate, gentle-hearted. But, then again – you’d also be dead.

“Thank you,” he relented, comforted for the moment that he had someone who could bring him a feeling of peace – even if it was only temporary. Without opening his eyes he leaned forward to press another gentle, appreciative kiss to your lips, quietly sealing away the conversation for the time being. 

It would undoubtedly rear its ugly head again, but for now, he would savor the gentle intimacy of your affection as the rising twin suns brought on a new day.

masterlist. star wars masterlist.

[deakyjoe]

Unspoken

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader (no pronouns used)

Category: fluff, forbidden love (almost), angst (maybe)

Summary: You and Obi-Wan take a moment for yourselves to reflect.

Warnings: fluff, angst (??)

Word count: 600(ish)

A/N: In honour of Star Wars Day, I decided to write a short fic about my other great Star Wars love. May the 4th Be With You.

Coruscant was too busy, too hectic. There was no space to think. Just think. You missed the grand beauty of Naboo and the barren simplicity of Tatooine. Except for a few upsides, it was safe to say that this planet was not fit for you.

Yet you had little choice but to live here for the majority of your time.

There was a viewing deck that you visited frequently, a place of solace, that was usually empty of any other beings. So that's where you headed when the bustling surface of Coruscant became too much for you to handle.

When the door to the deck slid open, you were surprised to see that someone else was already there. And they were sat in your spot.

You cleared your throat to make them aware of your presence and, startled, blinked a few times when you saw it was Obi-Wan.

He smiled softly at you and beckoned you to join him. "Hello."

"Hello." You replied, taking a nervous step forward. "I'm not disturbing you, am I? I can go if you'd like."

Obi-Wan shrugged and gestured to the seat next to him. "It would be impolite to send you away. This is your spot, is it not?"

You didn't know he was aware of that so you just nodded and sat next to him.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, just gazing out at the skyline.

He was the one to break the quiet. "It's peaceful up here. I understand why you like it so much."

The idea of Obi-Wan being observant enough of you to notice something like that was... strange.

"It is. It gets me away from... everything." You explained, not want to divulge further.

You were pleased when he only hummed in acknowledgement and didn't pry for anymore.

"Coruscant can be overwhelming." He agreed, seemingly reading previous thoughts you'd had in the past. "As can being a Jedi."

That shocked you. So you asked a probing question. "Do you ever dream of leaving?"

He glanced at you. "The Jedi Order?"

"Yes." Your mouth went dry.

"Sometimes." It seemed Obi-Wan was full of surprises.

"Me too. It seems... free." You paused. "More free than this."

"You think this is restricting." It was more of a statement than a question.

You nodded, returning your attention to the horizon. "Aspects of it."

"Such as?"

"I have no real choice over my life. I do what the Order tells me, no questions asked."

He just hummed in acknowledgment again.

"Do you find it restricting?" You couldn't look at him, not directly in the eye anyway, despite knowing he was looking at you.

The speed of his answer was jarring. "Yes."

You swallowed thickly, daring a glance at him. "What do you find restricting?"

He appeared to ponder if for a moment, taking in the view for the first time since you'd walked into the room. "Unspoken things must remain unspoken."

Oh.

You knew where he was coming from, not denying to yourself that you felt the same. You just didn't realise the thing was mutually unspoken.

There wasn’t anything you could offer him that would make up for what he was implying. So you just returned the sentiment. “Yes… they must, unfortunately, remain unspoken.”

Silence swept across the two of you again in a chilling wave as the reality of your restricting lifestyle took hold. Yet, there was a part of you that hoped, one day, maybe some things could be said aloud.

But for now, all you could do was wish.

A/N: pov: me writing this quickly as I get ready to go to karaoke night at my student bar.

[honestlywtfisgoingon]

The Purest Love: An HoM One-Shot

OBI-WAN KENOBI x PADAWAN!READER

description: obi and little one’s first time 🥺 (towards the end of chapter 50 in House of Memories)

warnings: smut. like the whole thing plus a tad of fluff. also no protection (wrap it before u tap it guys) but i figured they weren’t that careful since…spoiler… oh and btw mention of ewan’s canonically huge dick

a/n: ahhh this was so fun to write! i literally could not stop thinking abt little one and obi during this scene and ty @meshlasolus for ur blessing lol. *words in bold are excerpts from the og fic*

words: 2,307

"Obi, I know I want this. I know I want you," you said, beginning to push his vest off of his shoulders. "I have trusted you with my mind, I have trusted you with my heart... And now, I'm trusting you with my body."

"I will take care of you, I promise..."

Obi-Wan was not only a man of his word, but a man who loved you; that meant not only would he keep his promise, but he would bind himself to it until the end of his days, and all the days after, just as he had bound himself to you.

you; who now lay beneath him in your barest form, not a single thread keeping him apart from experiencing every inch of your body. It was nothing short of ethereal, the feeling he had as he felt the softness of skin he had never touched before, fingertips grazing the very top of your inner thigh, so close to where you were inviting him tonight. You gasped loudly when he finally made contact with the heat in between your legs, your eyes widening.

The talk you had beforehand let him know that you didn’t want him to stop even when that flicker of nervousness showed on your face. It wasn’t that you were afraid, no, you were excited.

He introduced his touch carefully by drawing small circles on your clit. The way your eyes fluttered at the contact had him groaning already. Encouraged by your reaction, he sped up his ministrations until you felt a sort of tingling feeling. It flared up and down inconsistently between his kisses, frustrating you who was so close to being sent over the edge with this feeling you had never experienced before.

“Obi,” you called him

“Yes, my love?” he said while gazing down at your starry eyes and glowing cheeks.

“more,” you pleaded before lifting your head slightly to meet him in a kiss. While your lips were still on his, he honored your request and slipped his fingers between your folds. When he inserted his middle finger into you up to the knuckle, you moaned loudly into his mouth.

“Maker, it’s like a song,” he whispered in awe while placing small kisses across your face. You let out a small giggle at his compliment that was cut short when he curled his finger inside your pussy. You reached out and gripped his upper arm which was flexed as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of you, adding another and stretching you out even further.

“I want to make sure you’re ready,” he whispered as though he didn’t have you dripping on the sheets already, your body clearly aching to take him. He knew how painful it could be, but he wasn’t sure you were.

As you and Anakin’s guardian, he was obligated to give you two “the talk” but he gave as little detail as possible, preferring to be ran over by a bantha than have to explain the intricacies of sex to his padawans. He never expected that he would fall in love with the grown woman you became, and he would be the one to show you what it was, properly, with love and care. The thought of you in pain was the last hurdle in his mind before he let himself go into you completely.

“I am,” you nodded gently and squeezed his bicep for reassurance. He sucked in a breath and kissed you deeply, as though he needed you like air. In truth, he wasn’t sure that sentiment was entirely wrong.

He wrapped a hand around your waist to pull your body flush with his. You felt his heart beating against your chest, the rhythm vibrating through your pores and syncing up with your own to where you could barely tell them apart.

He lifted himself so that he could see you, wanting to look into your eyes as he finally made love to you. The image he was met with would be the death of him; your hair splayed out across the pillows, creating a halo that, combined with the moonlight caressing your features, made you look like a goddess. And he was going to worship you like one.

Obi-Wan used a hand to brush a few strands of hair off your forehead then cupped the side of your face with it. His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones, his freshwater eyes never leaving yours as he used his other hand to reach down and position himself.

He slid in slowly, but his hands, although large, could never have prepared you for the sheer size of him. You hissed out as his length pressed tightly against your walls. He added more of himself, inch by inch until pain quickly turned to pleasure. You almost found it a miracle that you were able to take all of him when he finally bottomed out.

His head fell in the crook of your neck as he let out a shuddering breath and continued to move. With every thrust, your reservations ebbed and gave way to a plethora of sounds you never knew you could make. When Obi sucked on the skin just underneath your earlobe, you couldn’t control the whimper you let out, or the way you bucked up your hips. The sudden movement on your end made him groan loudly…so you did it again. He met your thrusts and you continued to move against him until he placed a hand on your hip, pressing you into the bed.

“let me, my love,” he whispered before you let your hips relax, opting to pull him down for a kiss. This was something you were more experienced with, and you knew he liked it when you slipped your tongue in ever so slightly. He opened his mouth and greeted you with his own tongue, both of you enjoying tasting each other.

Obi’s hand slid from your hips to your thigh, bringing it up so that it was hooked on his waist. The new angle gave him access to a spot inside you had you throbbing around him every time the tip of his clock brushed against it. You tightened around him, every ridge of his dick imprinting your walls. He felt so good that it made your fingers pressed against his back retract, which no doubt scraped the broad plane of skin. You felt his brows furrowed against your forehead when your nails pressed into him.

You apologized profusely through your open connection with him in the force, but he wrapped his signature around you in reassurance. After all, he had sustained far worse than a little scratch, the evidence painted on his body through the scars you now traced.

A force bond was something you’d never thought you’d use in the bedroom, until now of course. Both of your minds were open to each other, and you knew he was thinking the same. Not only was the communication helpful, but it was beautiful, the way your bond had created a language only you two could understand. What was being spoken right now was more than I love you. Those three words weren’t even close to describing what was being exchanged by way of your dyad at the moment.

You saw flashes of images, and you realized they were memories of you and Obi from your mingled perspectives. The first time you kissed, one of the many times you crawled into bed with him after a nightmare, even the time you made him cry. Every single one was filled with love. The good and the bad, because there really is no bad with a love like yours. He was going to memorize every detail of this moment to add it to the mosaic of memories, the first out of many times he would make love to you.

Maker, felt him up to your stomach, filling you up so completely, so perfectly, as if your body had been waiting for him since long before this moment. He made your back arch and your toes curl as sparks once again crept over your body. It seemed he was feeling the same as he pulled your other leg up so that you both were wrapped around his waist, opening you up to him so that he could chase both of your pleasures. As he pumped himself in and out of you, you laced your fingers in his hair and used it to tug him down into a kiss. It worked better than you imagined, spurring him on with such fervor to where a sheen of sweat began to cover both of you.

His hand cupped your breast gently, his fingers then moving to circle your nipple as he did with your clit. Your mouth made a small “o” as he stimulated a new part of your body. You didn’t know if it was the way he was touching you, or the fact that it was him touching you, that made you feel like you were floating.

While his hands were busy, you dipped your head to the side, placing soft kisses all over his neck. You felt the subtle scratch of his beard. You loved that you could be a little buried in his facial hair when you kissed him there. He groomed himself to where it was soft and the perfect place for you to find comfort besides his chest. You felt his cheeks drag upward as he smiled at your affections. You traced your kisses from his neck up to the side of his face, stopping to brush the tip of your nose up and down with his as your eyes closed, savoring the moment. It wasn’t long after that they were rolling back into your head as he pinched one of your nipples.

Your breath caught in your throat and he dipped his head down to capture one of them in his mouth. You looked down and he was staring up at you with such intense adoration you couldn’t help but blush. It was funny, how he still made your heart flutter even though you had gone far past the beginning of a relationship, and had given yourself to him completely.

As he swirled his tongue around the bud of your breast, you sighed satisfactorily, your fingers lazily grasping at the sheets to ground yourself when the pleasure made you feel almost dizzy. As he moved back up to kiss your lips once more, he dragged his tongue up and along your sternum, leaving a wet trail that gleamed in the moonlight. His hands traveled with him, sliding along your arms and eventually lacing his fingers with yours. He held your hands to bring them up on either side of your head. You squeezed his hands, finding that holding them was your preferred form of finding stability while he made your hips roll and your back arch underneath him.

“such—a good girl. You’re doing—so well—little one,” he said the words between kisses placed in the shell of your ear. Although his breath was warm, it sent a wave of chills over your body. An incoherent sound of joy was the only response you could manage, and he wouldn’t deny he was rather pleased with the fact; that he was making you feel as good as you truly deserved.

His own words were lost as his hips stuttered from the creeping up of his orgasm. You were close to the edge as well, meeting his thrusts as he lost the will to hold your natural reaction down. With his last couple of thrusts, he found the will to say one last thing before your bodies fell off the tip of your building bliss.

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

With your proclamations, both of you became completely overwhelmed by the euphoria that flooded your bodies. There was no possible way to hold back yours and Obi-Wan’s myriad of affections and moans. With his last bit of sense, he crushed his lips on yours, muffling the two of you, but the shared vibrations on your tongues only added to the experience. Every muscle tightened and every nerve sang as you felt Obi-Wan’s white-hot pleasure spill into the very deepest part of you. The legs you had wrapped around him pulled him close so that you might have every last drop.

When the adrenaline gave way and there was feeling back in your fingertips, you used them to brush Obi’s hair out of his face. The slick of sweat held the strands back for a moment before gravity caused them to fall again as he continued to hover over you. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before rolling off of you and onto his side. He propped himself up with his forearm and gazed down at you who was gracing him with the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. Your lips were plush and wet, eyes glossy post-orgasm, and yet you still looked the picture of innocence. Nothing was lost this night, only given freely. The purest kind of love.

“I’m so proud of you,” Obi said softly and tilted his head with a small smile. His words made your heart swell, and you replayed them in your head as you watched him get up to go find some water and a cloth.

He'd made sure you were cleaned up before pulling the sheets over you both and hugging you tightly to his chest, unwilling to let go for even a moment. Nothing compared to you, he was convinced. You'd given him the greatest pleasure he ever felt, and you weren't even trying to. That was the power you had over him, the bewitchment that he did not struggle against.

"I love you, little one," he whispered against your hair, kissing it and focusing his energy on lulling you into sleep along with him.

[shangchiswife]

anakin/obi-wan/padme- period?

This was a request that I ended up altering the prompt of. To the person that requested this if this isn't what you wanted I'm sorry!!

summary: reader is late for practice in the morning so anakin and obi-wan investigate and reader tells them that they are on their period so they call padme.

obi-wan x afab!reader x anakin x padme (platonic)

warnings: none just periods

word count: 829

You had been having a nice sleep when you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen.

Your eyes shot open as you clutched your stomach, immediately curling in a fetal position as if you had been majorly injured.

It was hurting so bad that a few tears slipped down your cheeks.

You groaned as you rolled around your sheets, planting your face promptly into your pillow, still continuing to groan.

You lay there for an hour, trying to ease the pain in your abdomen before you heard a loud knock on your door.

“Y/N?” a voice called from behind your door.

Fuck, you thought before turning over to your clock. The moment your eyes scanned it you cursed internally once more.

You were late for your sparring match with your fellow padawan, Anakin Skywalker.

“I don’t think I’m feeling up for fighting today, Ani,” you croaked.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Yeah, just feeling a little sick,” you said as you felt another stab in your body.

“I’m coming in,”

Your eyes widened.

“Anakin, Anakin no!”

It was too late, the door that led to your quarters had been opened and a fully-robed Anakin sauntered into the room, his lightsaber attached to his dark robes.

His dark eyes immediately landed on your bed where you lay.

He knelt by your bed and pressed his hand to your forehead.

“You don’t seem to have a fever?” the long-haired man sounded confused.

“Anakin it’s because-”

“Anakin did you get them I’ve been waiting?” the voice of Obi-Wan appeared from by the door.

Good grief, you thought. 

“Master she’s ill but I don’t understand it she doesn’t have a fever or a cough?” he told the Jedi-Master as he walked over to where you are.

A stray tear fell down your cheek as Obi-Wan’s blue eyes looked down at your figure with worry.

He swiped your tear away.

“Dear, what’s wrong?” his voice was soft as he knelt beside Anakin.

“You guys ugh,” another jab beat at your belly as you curled up further into a ball.

“Maker call a medical droid, Anakin,” Obi-Wan stood up, anxiety filling his entire system.

“Master, what’s going on?” Anakin’s dark eyes were as large as saucers.

“I’m not sure-”

“GUYS!” you screamed.

Both of their heads snapped towards you, matching looks of shock covering their faces.

“I’m on my period,”

The moment you finished your sentence, both of the Jedi’s cheeks flamed.

“Oh,” they said in unison.

“Can you please get Padme? She’ll know what to do,” your eyes flickered to each of their shocked forms.

Anakin immediately ran out of the room while Obi-Wan stood apprehensively, looking stiff.

“You can leave now, Obi-Wan,” a small smile graced your lips at this rare image of an uncomfortable Obi-Wan.

The auburn-haired Jedi-Master shook his head vigorously before staring at you.

A laugh left your throat.

“Of course, Y/N, feel better,” he bowed his head before leaving, with the shut the door.

A few minutes later, Padme rushed in carrying a box.

“Hey, I heard from Anakin that you’re having a rough morning,” she sat beside you on your bed as you put your head in her lap and nodded.

“Aww,” she said, patting your head before lifting you up.

“I brought you some of your favorite food, some water, and some medicine for your cramps,” the Senator smiled as she handed you to box full of all the contents she mentioned.

“Padme have I ever told you that I loved you?” you said as you opened the box and began digging into your favorite dish.

Padme’s sweet laugh rang across the room.

“Multiple times, yes,” she said.

“Well I love you even more,” you said with your mouth full of food.

She smiled, rubbing circles into your hand for a moment before standing up.

“Well I have to get back to work but enjoy the care package,” she gave you a quick hug.

“Bye Padme!” you called and she waved before leaving you in darkness.

A few minutes later after you had finished your meal, the two Jedi returned, with sheepish looks on their face.

“Y/N, I’ve decided to give you the day off,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat after a moment before you burst into laughter.

“Masters I’ll be alright, the medicine Padme gave me should be kicking in soon enough so I’ll be able to spar against you, Ani,” you gave Anakin a smile which he immediately reciprocated.

“Well, that’s good news because then I was going to go against Master and you know how much of a buzzkill he is,” his lips curled up in a wicked grin as Obi-Wan rolled his eyes.

“Alright Y/N whenever you’re ready, please join us, but in the meantime, I will be teaching this padawan a lesson on manners,” the older Jedi grabbed his padawan’s robe and pulled him out of your room.

Oh was Anakin in for it.

[bellarkeselection]

Would love an Obi Wan x reader where maybe she's pregnant (or some family aspect) and is in danger or something?? Just would like a protective obi wan/ family angst, lol.. thanks.

Everything I Need Is In You

"Stay away from me, Obi. I know when I am not wanted now that I am carrying your child in my belly!" I shouted back stomping through his small flat of his house in the desert of Tattoine. We have been together for almost ten years since the jedi order had fallen and the empire took over the galaxy. He runs after me until we ended up outside gently managing to grab my wrist spinning me around where I was facing him. "Y/n, wait. I'm sorry that I shouted at you. I...it's just I am not used to needing to look out for someone I care about. It's been ten years since I have really given my heart to anyone." His blue eyes had some tears slipping down his telling me he was actually serious about this.

Obi-wan and I had met at the small bar when he first landed on this planet. I could read that he was completely broken from the man he used to be. I was friends with some of the other jedi that were killed so I could relate to what he was feeling. That is what brought us together - both searching for something new in our lives. "Obi-Wan I don't understand. How can you say you don't want the baby one second and then another you are acting like you have to?" Shaking my head at him I was more confused than ever. He moved his hand from my wrist to cradle my cheek and I leaned into his palm. "Because I feel this need to protect you and this child. I didn't do a good job with that ten years ago...so I don’t want to mess it up. Cause I enjoy you and me together as a team."

“Then we can be scared of the unknown together, Kenobi. You, me and this child of ours. We can make it through this life on this desert plan better than it has been..plus I always believed that you would be a good father after the way you would be around the younglings.” He wrapped his arms around me gently where I clutched the fabric of his old robes he wore. He kisses my hair on the crown of my head pulling me back inside the small house since we knew the sand people were dangerous. We both laid back down in the bed listening to the others heartbeat and the sound of the sandy wind outside the windows until I felt Obi shift and reach for something from the table beside the bed. “Y/n, I know this might be sudden but I do care about you a lot. Yet if you will have me will you become my wife?” He shows me a sliver ring that had a tiny star engraved on it. Leaning forward I kissed him letting him slip the ring on my hand. “Yes, I will gladly become Mrs. Kenobi.” He smiled kissing me running his freehand through my loose hair.

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Our Routine on Tatooine

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

description: Obi-Wan and Y/N moved to Tatooine after Order 66 to protect Luke.

word count: 1.0k

warning: illusions to a fun night ;) , pure fluff (our boy needs it)

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After Order 66 was set in place by the Imperial Army. One by one the Sith and Storm Troopers killed every last Jedi. They tried but failed to kill a few strong members. All the Jedi left went into hiding and with the birth of Padme’s children, Obi-Wan took her son to Tatooine. His father, Anakin, was born on Tatooine and had family there. Y/N went along with Obi-Wan vowing with Yoda and Senator Organa to protect Luke when the time came. She also promised to protect Leia as well as Obi-Wan. It was safer for them to reside on Tatooine knowing the terrain would keep them hidden versus being on a planet that resembles Coruscant. Y/N would have loved to be with Leia on Alderaan, but the chances of her being seen and killed were far too great. She did promise the Senator that she would try to visit as least once a year if she could. 

Obi-Wan and Y/N headed to their hut home after giving Luke over to Ben and Beru. They knew a little of the backstory but understood and took Luke without hesitation. They told the couple that they were staying in Tatooine to help take care of Luke and protect him when the time came. Although a few times they think they could take care of Luke, it was a conscious decision that he belonged with his family. Obi-Wan opened the door and Y/N walked through. It was a nice-sized home for them to share. It had the essentials they needed and was hidden from any kind of danger. His new alias would be Ben Kenobi, which she thought was a little odd because they all knew him as Kenobi and knew what he looked like. It wouldn’t be hard to put the two and two together. Y/N opted for a total name change to Ryland Mercia. 

“Hey, Obi-Wan, why’d you change your name to Ben? It’s such a common name and you didn’t change your last name.” She asked setting down their food.

“I wanted to settle on something simple. Something that if I was in danger, I could remember easily. If you get hit in the head somewhere and are in need of identity, how will you remember a name like Ryland Mercia?” He asked back looking up at her.

“It was my grandmother’s name.” She said quietly. He quickly took notice of her demeanor change. She got quiet and refused to eat after, heading directly to bed. 

Although the home was an open concept, there was a curtain to give privacy in their shared bed. Obi-Wan didn’t mean to upset her, and she would testify that it wasn’t him. He didn’t do anything but the realization set into her quickly that he is all she has now. Her family was murdered by a Sith Lord on her way to the Jedi Temple as a child. And all the family she had in the Jedi’s are all gone. She grew to fight alongside Obi-Wan, being in the same class of younglings growing up. Attachments aren’t allowed in the Jedi Code, so she hid her fantasy of being with him, but now that there are no Jedi, that door is open.

The routine that Y/N and Obi-Wan had was getting up before dawn. Sitting together in solitude and meditating. After that, they would tap into the Force to train, physically and mentally. After that, they found themselves a few jobs to keep up with their bills and themselves fed. For a few years, food was scarce and hard to find. It got harder and worse when famine swept the area, but they made do. At night they would talk, enjoy the company, and read to one another. After about a year of living on Tatooine and a drunken night, Obi-Wan was the first to make a move. She didn’t stop him, she didn’t want him to stop. Without the other's knowledge, the fantasy has been there for a while. The temptation when they moved in became greater. It shocked them both that they lasted a year without this kind of mishap happening. Obi-Wan woke up before Y/N did and noticed the position they were in. The blanket loosely lay over their naked bodies that were entangled together. He didn’t dare to move, too engrossed in her beauty. A slight ray of sunshine came through, giving her a golden hue. She stirred awake, looking up to find him looking down at her.

“Morning.” She blushed as she saw his smile.

“Morning, darling.” He chuckled.

“We uh…” She chuckled hiding her face in his neck. “We had fun last night.” He smiled, rubbing his hand gently down her back and up again.

“Yeah, we did. Felt good to be affectionate again. I haven’t told you this before, but I’ve had an undying love for you since we were teenagers. You came into the training room one day, and I was sold.” Obi-Wan confessed with a slight blush coming over his face.

“What? I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids too. I guess it was in the Force that we were meant to be.” Y/N smiled, leaving a few kisses on his jawline.

“I love you, Y/N.” He held her closer.

“I love you, Obi-Wan.” She leaned into him.

Quietly they got married a few years after with the help of Ben and Beru doing the wedding and Senator Organa arranging a sweet honeymoon. They kept it quiet as possible so no Sith or Imperial Army came after anyone. It was very kind of them to do that and with every change Obi-Wan or Y/N got they thanked them. As soon as they landed home, the call came in that Leia was in trouble and they were off to save her. A Jedi’s work is never finished, but it makes it easier knowing they could be together forever. Protecting the children of Anakin and Padme.

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House Of Memories (41/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: a little spice, mak lotor shenanigans lol

Summary: You wake up with Obi-Wan, and he wants to show you how grateful he is for you to stay with him.

A/n: oh boy idk i think i exposed myself on this one and it ain't even smut help-

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Words: 2.8k

Staying at the temple came with a price for you, because although Obi-Wan had become far firmer with how the council treated you, they still found ways on the side to show you they weren't in your favor.

After your confession to your Master about your wishes to leave, he made sure to remember what it meant for you to choose him over freedom. He was not going to let you regret your decision, not with one passing day. The very next morning, he awoke you with an abundance of kisses, trailing anywhere he could see your exposed skin. He laid you back, going down your neck, into the crook of your shoulder, then skipping over the covered areas of your sleeves, and kissing each forearm, down to your hands, glancing back to you as he did so. Your cheeks turned a soft pink at the look of him, gazing upon you as if you were a work of art. You'd just woken up, if you went the the refresher room, you were certain you'd look into the mirror and see a hideous, barely awake beast. He saw you as the moons, sun and stars all in one glorious combination.

He laid your hands down gently, with the upmost care and affection, kneeling now on the bottom of the bed, and lifting up your legs one by one. He began at your ankles and kissed up the stretch of your calves until he reached your knees, and even slightly above, where your sleep shorts had come down to. Once he was sure he'd kissed ever inch of skin that was accessible to him, he crawled back up to your beaming smile, and kissed it as softly as he could.

Loving him was innocent, loving him was pure, and you knew it always would be. He loved you in the same ways, as a boy would love a girl simply because he could. There never had to be reason for him to give you his love, he just offered it openly, and unconditionally. To have you beside him was the most treasured aspect of his life, and if he'd chosen to take it for granted, he might be sure he'd gone insane.

He was a sensible man, always thinking logically, under what he thought was generally possible. A few years ago, if someone had asked him where he saw himself by now, it would definitely not be by your side, in your embrace or kissing you the way he was.

Kisses mean a lot to him, he doesn't just throw them around for nothing. They were a secret language between you and him, so when words failed, he could kiss you, and you'd know what he was trying to say. Forehead kisses were small, and sentimental, usually given by the door to the apartment before leaving. They were the kisses that said 'off we go, out into the galaxy, where our love can neither be seen or heard... but I love you nonetheless, and you will know it.' Kisses to your nose, often placed upon you quickly, but meaningfully. They were to let you know that 'you are the sweetest, cutest, most precious being I have ever seen, and even the smallest feature of yours deserves a kiss because of it.' Kisses to your body, whether it be your neck, or your shoulder, or your back, down the stretch of your arms and legs and even on your hands, though bigger than most women's, still paled in size compared to his. The kisses he placed on your body were a symbol of reverence to it. The respect and the glorification of it that he wanted to show you rather than speak too plainly. Those kisses were sacred to him, and he wished to convey to you through them 'your body is a temple, and temples are places of worship.' The kisses to your mouth, were the most important ones if he was being honest. To bring his lips against yours, to breath the same air from your lungs, to pour his emotions out and make you feel every single feeling he could conjure. Passion, intensity, and overall attachment to your soul and physical being. The intimacy of kissing your lips, to have them move against his own and tell him that, yes, you loved him too and would have him in any way he'd let you. These were the most important to him, and the words he wished to convey through them, well, they didn't exist. There were approximately 200,000 words in the language of galactic basic, and millions more in the other native tongues of the galaxy, and still, the meaning he searched for did not exist. It was only a language spoken between the two of you, these kisses, and you understood it fluently.

You could lay here for hours with him, to let him lavish you in ways that made you forget all of your trials, and all of your woes. You could forget about the council, about the missions, and about your undying service to the republic, even if only for a few precious moments.

You'd never gone farther than kissing the one you loved, never daring to force him into something he perhaps didn't want with you, but given his confessions last night, and the way he looked upon you now, it was all you could think about. To have him fully, to take him physically in a way that a man and a woman were anatomically designed to fit together. It was something you were beginning to crave, and you felt it in the air around you, he too was searching for that kind of connection. He would never say it, he'd come to an agreement with himself that it would be your decision, that you would be the one to choose to give yourself away in such a manner. You'd never been had by anyone before, and if you should deem him lucky enough to be the one that get to take that part of your innocence away, he would sell his soul to make sure it was everything you've ever wished it to be and more.

His body was not like it used to be. The older he grew, the more battles he fought, his body became like a warzone in itself. He was battered and scarred, and there were pink lines with light hair-like incisions drawn through them, and patches of skin that had become dead and calloused. He knew he was not worthy enough to present himself before you, especially when he knew your body was going to be the most beautiful thing he'd ever witnessed before in all his days.

You weren't meaning to pry into his mind, but one of his thoughts slipped into the air. and you grabbed onto it, deciphering it and coming to the conclusion that he was thinking himself as lesser. It always pained you to think that the great General Kenobi, who knew no fear, had so many insecurities that he hid away for the sake of his service. He always seemed so confident, good at hiding those thoughts away, but you were connected to his mind, so you heard them.

You hadn't known what you were thinking, only that you wished to put his mind at ease, to make him feel beautiful and cherished as he made you feel. You put a hand up to his chest, pushing him to sit on his heels as he knelt between your legs. You sat up as well. placing yourself to perch on his lap. He smiled at you, but before you'd reconnect your lips with his, you reached down between you. finding the hem of his shirt. He furrowed his brows as you began to drag it up his chest, unsure of your intentions. He would allow you access to anything you desired, that was true, but to let you go on without knowing your desire was just unexpected.

You looked him in the eye when you found yourself unable to bring it any further. You sent him a pleading look through glazed eyes, and he immediately complied, taking the shirt from your hands and pulling it over his head and discarding it away from you both. Obi-Wan was never a messy person, and would not usually throw something to the ground so carelessly, but the way you were looking at him allowed no room for hesitation when he rid himself of the clothing.

You began slowly, letting your eyes fall to your hands as they started exploring his shoulders. The muscles were not huge or rippling like some of the Jedi you knew, but you much preferred the practicality of his build. He was broad, and filled out, but not in a way that made him seem invincible. He was as human as they come, and the marks on his skin were a testimony to that. The edges of the scars from his shoulders lead onto his back, but you couldn't see them in their entirety. You wondered if perhaps those scars came from the beatings he had received on Zygerria. How strong he was, to endure all of what he had and still be here today, still pushing on and being the hero that everyone needed him to be.

You let your fingers rake down his chest, barely even the tips of them meeting the skin. He tensed up suddenly, and you weren't sure if you'd done something wrong to make him uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, if you want me to stop, I-"

"No, it's alright," he was quick to cut you off, and as when you pulled your hands away from him, he caught them before they'd gone too far. "I'm simply not used to being touched like this."

"I don't wish to make you tense."

"You won't, I promise. I need to learn the feeling of your hands on me," he assured you, bringing your hands back to where they were and releasing them once you'd taken control again. You smiled at this, his words of affirmation for you to continue. He wanted to feel your touch on his body. It had been so long since he'd been with someone else even in this capacity, and he wanted to let you reinvent the way it felt for him.

You were feeling brave, letting your hands dip even lower, to the skin of his abdomen, and he couldn't stop himself if he tried, to conceal the groan of approval he let out. Your feather light touch was breaking him down from the outside, and he let his eyes close to enjoy your movements more thoroughly. You loved seeing him so enraptured, and only by the way you caressed him gently.

"My love," he rested one hand on your thigh now, his frame relaxed and enticed by you completely. You were about to kiss him again, but you were interrupted.

This morning was shaping up to be the best of his life until the pager from his holo-pad started making noise on the bedside table. You sighed, watching his eyes flutter open, and slid off his lap, onto the bed again before standing up.

"Mission comes first," you said sarcastically, leaving his room to venture into yours. You were not ready for the day to begin, but you weren't going to give the council any more reason to dislike you. The condition to stay had been to prove them wrong, which you were ever so determined to do.

Obi-Wan really had to gather his bearings before he resumed to do the same. You seemed to have bewitched him, making it impossible to function like he had before he realized he loved you. It seemed he would forever be in your debt, for your mere existence brought him strength.

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Obi-Wan had a council meeting, and it was running late by about twenty minutes, which cut into your time training, but you dismissed that fact, unwilling to complain, and were prepared to do some meditation in the gardens until he was finished.

Coming down the hallway, you didn't pay any mind to the person who was following you, and not so subtly, might I add. You had sensed a presence not far behind you, but figured since they kept their distance, it was probably just a curious youngling, away from the rest and on a grand adventure exploring the temple.

It wasn't until you'd reached the gardens that you'd thought to turn around, wanting to rid yourself of any distractions before you found a spot.

"Mak?" you furrowed your brows at him, half a smile coming across your face. You hadn't seen him since before your procedure, he seemed to be avoiding you lately, though you knew not why. "Were you following me?"

"Sort of..." he admitted, his stance was unsteady, and he seemed very flustered, but when his eyes met yours again, they held a certain need of which you did not recognize. "May I speak with you?"

You nodded quickly, gesturing to one of the benches along the walkway. He sat before you, looking forward and waiting for you to join him. He seemed, for lack of a better word... off. This wasn't the same boy you'd completed so many missions with, the one who let you fall asleep on his shoulder because you were exhausted and had nowhere to lie down.

"What's this all about? You're beginning to scare me."

He seemed conflicted for a moment, like he was making his mind up over whatever he wanted to ask you.

"I just," he paused, biting both lips before letting them go, his confidence surging in his upcoming words. "I saw something that I think I wasn't meant to."

"Care to elaborate?" you inquired, wondering what had been so important that he would come straight to you about it. Did he perhaps observe something that the council would have frowned upon? You knew firsthand that the punishments were great, so you hoped he was on their good side.

"Last night, you were on the balcony with Master Kenobi," as soon as he said it, you took a deep inhale, trying to be as steady as you could, unknowing if he'd seen the whole exchange. "And from what I could see, he tried to force himself on you. He kissed you..."

Oh kriff.

Well, you supposed, I guess it's time to pack my bags, say goodbye to everything and everyone because surely you couldn't stay and endure the rebuttal of what would come if he told anyone else.

"What? No, that's crazy. He would never do that, I assure you," you denied it whole heartedly, hoping that if you played dumb just long enough, perhaps he would start to think he really was crazy. It was a mean thing to do, but it was the only option you could think of that didn't end in you leaving and Obi-Wan being expelled and humiliated.

"But I saw him, and I also saw you push him away. If he's forcing you into anything, I can help."

"Mak, I don't know what to tell you, Obi- my master has never done anything to take advantage of me like that," you knew that lying to him was wrong, but it wasn't completely a lie. Did Obi-Wan kiss you? Yes, dozens of times in the last twenty-four hours. Did he ever force you into anything or take advantage of your master and Padawan relationship? Never. He would never do that. "I promise you, whatever you saw must have just been in your head."

He saw the sincerity in your eyes, and knew you were telling the truth, or at least mostly. He was sure of what he had seen, and yet, no longer sure at all. His feelings for you only grew the longer he thought about them, and since knowing your Master held the same feelings, whether he acted upon them or not, Mak might have been conjuring up scenarios that were detrimental to him. He'd hoped you didn't think he was crazy, he was only concerned for you, but now he felt embarrassed to have approached you about it.

"I must be going out of my mind," he scoffed, dropping his head and shaking it with a roll of his eyes. "I'm sorry to bother you, it must seem like I haven't a thought behind my eyes."

"It's okay, Mak. I'm grateful you care enough to be concerned."

"If he ever did do anything to hurt you, you would tell me, wouldn't you?" he wanted to have your word that you'd come to him for help if it was at all needed. You would agree, of course, because there was no reason you'd ever need to. Obi-Wan was as polite and mannered as they come, and he would never do anything to hurt you, or even let you be put in harm's way without his supervision.

"I promise you, I would."

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-Cute Imagination😍🥰- Obi-Wan Kenobi

SO Ik this is little Leia that Obi-Wan is looking at BUT use your imagination and replace her with you, an adult woman.. an adult woman who has had strong feelings for his man since before the rise of the Empire. (Over 10 years).

A/n: You were at least 18 when you and Obi-Wan met.

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Imagine Obi-Wan looking at you, like this, as you twirl around to show him a gown you purchased a while back and had nobody to show it off to. He looks at you with adoration. He’s loved you for a very long time but he has yet to tell you how he feels. He wants to stand up and grab you by the hands and tell you how beautifully stunning you are and kiss you on the lips.

The years have caught up to him and he can no longer hide his feelings for you. As you finished twirling around, you stop to face him and unsaid thoughts covered his face. “What’s wrong?”

After a moment, he worked up the courage to confess his feelings. “The Jedi are over… I no longer have to hide my feelings.” He stands up and walks close to you. “I have felt love for you for many years….” He paused to admire the twinkle in your eyes, looking back and forth at the both of them. “….and I always wanted you.” Cupping your face with both of his hands, he kisses your lips with a long-wanted passionate kiss. You let out a small giggle when you feel him tense up a little when you wrap your arms around his neck, and he slides his hands around your lower back, bringing you in for a hug.

You break the kiss, but both of your foreheads are pressed together, nose-tips touching, “I’ve always loved you too, Obi-Wan. You’re all I’ve ever dreamt about.”