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THE MANDALORIAN Chapter 9: The Marshal

[salome-c]

The Mandalorian Incorrect quotes.

[blue-saaaaargent]

cassian’s “who are you?” to syril is not a thanos “i don’t even know who you are” moment. it is not “for me, it was tuesday” or “the axe forgets but the tree remembers”. because cassian didn’t ruin syril’s life. syril upended CASSIAN’S life, and ruined his own in the process. syril stumbled on on the case of two dead beat cops that the empire could not care less about and told him so to his face, but he was so desperate to prove himself as a useful cog in the empire’s machine that he went against his superiors to make a big show out of apprehending someone who was only trying to get back to his normal life. and it goes horribly. syril fucked up, and he’s fired, and he can’t make himself blame the empire so he becomes fixated on andor, his enemy, this big bad master criminal who escaped justice and ruined his life. it’s an obsession. and years later, in the midst of his disillusionment and regret watching the violence on ghorman he helped bring about, he sees him. cassian andor. and all this rage and resentment that’s been boiling under his skin for years overtakes any thought of the innocents dying and he throws himself into fighting cassian with a brutality that is obviously personal. and he almost wins, he has the gun pointed at him, when cassian looks at him with genuine confusion and asks “who are you?” and syril breaks. because he’s spent so long convincing himself that andor is out to get him, and now he sees that this was just as futile as everything else he dedicated himself to. because andor did nothing to him. and he has to die with that realization.

cassian had far more reason to hate syril than the other way around, but syril was completely unimportant to him because he chose the rebellion and love over resentment and the empire

[staticwaffles]

WELCOME TO THE REBELLION

[dorothylarouge]

It is repeatedly emphasized in the show that the process of minining kalkite is invasive and risks destroying Ghorman’s biosphere, that the Empire had sought other options before committing to strip mining Ghorman, and that because Ghorman is a prominent Colonies world it would take time to turn public opinion against the Ghor - multiple years! - before they could begin. The entire point is that fascists can’t simply leave well enough alone - to get what they want they will eagerly manufacture consent for genocide. The Empire carefully manages public opinion to spin the massacre as a years-long terrorist uprising being put down, and it’s only Mon Mothma’s speech in the Senate that is able to blow a hole in that narrative.

This is just basic basic basic narrative analysis, but unfortunately we are dealing with Star Wars fans so that is not in their toolbox

[katestewartt]

Your friendly slightly violent metal giant

[holy-kenobi]

Ordinary

He watches you sleep.

The soft rhythm of your breath is the only sound in the quiet chamber, aside from the distant hum of the ship’s engine. You’re lying on your side, one hand tucked under your cheek, the other still resting where it had clung to his tunic hours earlier. You always reached for him in your sleep, even when you didn’t realize it. As if your body knew what your mind refused to admit out loud in daylight.

Obi-Wan sits on the edge of the bed, fully clothed now, elbows on his knees and hands clenched together like he’s trying to pray, though he stopped believing in miracles long ago.

You shouldn’t be here.

Not with him.

Not in his arms. Not in his bed. Not in his life.

You’re everything good left in a galaxy that’s burning from the inside out. And he’s just… him. Tired. Worn. Hardened by war and regret and choices made long before you ever looked at him like he was more than a Jedi. Like he was yours.

How could you possibly look at him and see something worth loving?

Your breathing hitches slightly, and his heart stutters. He turns to glance at you, afraid he’s woken you with the heaviness of his thoughts. But no—you’re still asleep. Peaceful. Trusting.

You trusted him.

The thought nearly breaks him.

Because he doesn’t deserve it. He’s a man made of rules and silence and too many secrets. A man who’s buried every piece of himself that dared to want. Who told himself, over and over again, that love was a luxury the Jedi couldn’t afford.

And yet—there you are. In his bed. In his life. In his heart.

And you look at him like he hung the stars. Like he’s more.

But Obi-Wan knows the truth.

He’s ordinary.

Just a man too afraid to let go of duty and too selfish to let go of you.

He leans down slowly, careful not to wake you, and presses a kiss to your temple. You stir slightly, murmuring his name in your sleep. A soft, quiet whisper like a prayer you didn’t know you were saying.

He closes his eyes.

You deserve someone who could give you everything. Who could love you out loud. Who could walk beside you in the daylight, not just in shadows and secrecy. Someone better.

And yet…

Your fingers find his again, even in sleep. Clinging. Anchoring.

He wants to pull away. He should. But he doesn’t. He never can.

Because despite everything, despite what he tells himself, despite all the reasons why this should never have happened…

You’re the only thing that makes him feel like maybe—maybe—he’s something more than just a soldier. More than a Jedi. More than a man made of silence and scars.

You make him feel like he’s enough.

Even if he’ll never understand why.

[holy-kenobi]

Hello there!! Your family/domestic Obi-Wan one shot was SO CUTE!! You said you might write a pregnant reader one, so please do!! You’re an amazing author, and my number one source for Obi-Wan x readers 🫶🏼

Heatwave

A/N: I’m glad you liked the baby story! I have more ideas for dad!Obi Wan hehe

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The night was heavy with heat, the kind that settled into the walls and stayed long after the suns had dipped below the horizon. You woke with a sharp intake of breath, the air thick in your lungs, your tunic plastered to your skin. Sweat dampened the hollow of your throat, the back of your knees, your pillow. Every part of you ached. Your hips, your ribs, your lower back. The baby—your baby—was awake and practicing what felt like acrobatics inside you.

You shifted with a low grunt, trying to ease the pressure in your spine, and a sharp jab landed just under your ribs.

“Oh—stars,” you whispered, hand flying to your side. You couldn’t help the quiet whimper that followed.

Next to you, Obi-Wan stirred.

He always did. He never slept deeply anymore.

“Sweetheart?” His voice was gravel-soft, tinged with immediate concern, and still thick with sleep. He sat up halfway, already blinking toward you in the darkness. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You groaned, frustrated tears prickling at your eyes. “I can’t get comfortable. I’ve been tossing for an hour, it’s so hot, my back feels like it’s on fire, and the baby—” A firm kick interrupted your sentence and made you wince. “—is apparently trying to tunnel their way out.”

Obi-Wan was fully awake now. He reached out and smoothed your sweat-damp hair away from your face, his fingers cool and gentle. “Shhh. Breathe. Let me help.”

He pulled himself from the bed and disappeared into the main room without another word. You heard the soft splash of water in the basin. A moment later, he returned with a soaked cloth in one hand, the other carefully carrying the small metal tub he’d filled earlier in case of another hot night.

You watched him work. Despite his fatigue, his hands moved with quiet precision—controlled, steady, calm.

He knelt at the foot of the bed and gently lifted your ankles into the cool water.

You hissed in surprise. “Force, that’s cold.”

“I know,” he murmured, massaging one foot carefully. “That’s the point. You’re overheating.”

You tilted your head back against the pillow, letting the sensation spread through your body. The swelling in your ankles had been getting worse every day, and the relief was almost immediate.

Obi-Wan moved next, his hand pressing the cool cloth against your forehead, then sweeping it slowly down your neck, over your collarbone. Every touch was reverent, careful, the kind of touch that said: I see you, and I will carry this weight with you, even if I can’t feel it myself.

“You don’t have to do all this,” you whispered, ashamed of the sting in your eyes. “I hate that I keep waking you.”

He stilled. “You think I care about sleep more than your comfort?”

“I think you’re exhausted,” you whispered. “And I know you won’t admit it.”

Obi-Wan exhaled slowly and leaned forward to press a kiss to your temple. “You’re right. I am tired. But I would rather be tired and beside you than well-rested and unaware that you’re hurting.”

You closed your eyes as his hand moved lower, gently rubbing your belly in soothing, slow circles. The baby kicked again, lighter now, almost playfully. Obi-Wan stilled and looked up at you.

“May I?” he asked softly, already sliding into the bed behind you.

You nodded, letting him guide you onto your side. His arm slid under your head, the other wrapping carefully around your belly. His palm rested there, warm and wide, calming the tiny flutters beneath your skin.

He pressed his lips to the curve of your shoulder. “Do you remember when we used to talk about whether this was even possible?”

You smiled faintly. “You said the galaxy was too dangerous. That you’d never forgive yourself if you brought a child into it.”

“And you said,” he murmured, brushing his nose against your neck, “that love was always worth the risk.”

“And you listened,” you said, eyes fluttering shut.

“I always do,” he whispered. “Even when I don’t know how.”

He shifted behind you, adjusting the pillows under your knees and easing your legs into a more comfortable bend. One hand rubbed your back in slow, methodical circles, and the other remained tucked protectively over your belly. You melted into him, the pain dulling, your breath syncing with his.

Outside, the wind stirred, whispering across the dunes. Inside, in the half-darkness of your little home, Obi-Wan held you like a vow he would never break.

“I love you,” he said again, so softly it was almost a breath. “Even on the nights when I can’t fix anything. Especially then.”

You turned your head just enough to kiss the underside of his jaw. “I know. And I love you more than this heat will ever let me say.”

His smile was a curved, sleepy thing against your skin. “Then I’ll wait. Until morning. Until the heat breaks. Until the stars fall.”

And eventually, despite the aches, despite the heat, and despite the baby doing one last slow roll inside you—you fell asleep in his arms.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I was perfectly fine not being sexually attracted to Obi-wan Kenobi and you changed it with one post lol

Sooo...How would mister Kenobi react to finding his s/o wearing nothing but his robes 👀

A/n: This is the sweetest thing'

The door slides open with a soft whoosh.

You’re stretched out on his bed, one leg bent, head propped up on your hand, and a playful, knowing smile curving your lips.

Obi-Wan stops dead in his tracks.

His eyes widen.

His jaw tightens.

And that calm, collected facade? Shatters.

He can hear his heart beat strumming in his ears, blood racing.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice a bit lower, a bit rougher than usual. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You shrug, the motion making the robe slide open a little more, exposing the curve of your thigh, the bare, warm skin of your breasts, the soft dip of your waist.

“Waiting for you,” you say innocently. “Is that a problem, Master Kenobi?”

His jaw clenches at the way you say it, that soft lilt, that little spark in your eyes.

“You’re wearing my robe,” he says, stepping closer, eyes dragging over every inch of exposed skin.

Your smile widens. “I know.”

The fabric was soft on your skin, the rob engulfing your frame as Obi-Wan's eyes glazed over your body, your hair a mess.

He’s on you in two strides, his knee sinking into the mattress as he leans over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh, pushing it open.

“Do you know what you do to me, wearing this?” he murmurs, eyes dark and intense as they roam your face. “All those months of restraint… patience… composure…”

You blink up at him, your lips parting. “What about them?”

He leans down, mouth brushing your ear, voice dangerously low.

“They’re gone.”

He grabs the edges of the robe, pulls it open, exposing you completely beneath him—bare, soft, waiting.

You gasp as the cool air hits your skin, nipples pebbling, your thighs falling open.

Obi-Wan groans, his gaze roaming over you—taking you in, devouring you.

“Look at you,” he breathes, thumb brushing over your nipple, the pad of it just rough enough to make you shiver. “Wearing nothing but my robe. Were you waiting for me to find you like this?”

You nod, breath hitching.

“And what do you want me to do about it?”

You shudder beneath him, arching up, pressing your hips against the hard, insistent bulge beneath his tunic.

“Anything you want,” you whisper. “Take me, Master.”

His eyes darken, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“Oh, I will.”

He yanks the robe completely open, the fabric pooling beneath you, and grabs your thighs, spreading them wide.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmurs, fingers sliding through your folds, feeling how soaked you are, how ready you are for him.

“All this… just from wearing my robe?”

You nod, face flushed, hips lifting to chase his touch.

"Obi-" his name a plea on your lips.

He chuckles—a dark, filthy sound—and then he’s sliding two thick fingers inside you, pumping them slow and deep, his thumb brushing over your clit with each thrust. You teeth sinking into your lip to stifle a small cry.

“You want me to fuck you in it?” he whispers, leaning down, lips grazing your throat. “You want me to take you while you’re wrapped up in my robe, smelling like me, dripping all over my sheets?”

You gasp, clutching his shoulders, legs spreading wider, body aching for him.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, Obi-Wan—please—”

He pulls his fingers out, grips your hips, and lines up the thick head of his cock, pressing it against your entrance.

“Then take me,” he growls, thrusting in one smooth, devastating stroke, filling you completely, making you arch and scream his name.

He doesn’t go slow.

Not this time.

He fucks you hard, deep, the robe bunched beneath your body, his cock driving into you again and again, his teeth sinking into your shoulder to keep himself from falling apart.

“Mine,” he rasps, slamming deeper, his breath hot against your ear. “My robe. My bed. My woman.”

You’re a writhing, moaning mess, nails digging into his back, head thrown back as he fucks you through it, grinding his cock into that sweet, sensitive spot inside you until you’re screaming his name, coming so hard you see stars.

And Obi-Wan?

He’s not far behind.

With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep, his cock pulsing inside you, filling you with everything he has.

After, he collapses beside you, one arm pulling you close, his face buried in your neck as he catches his breath.

You’re still wrapped in his robe, still trembling, still warm and utterly, completely his.

And as he kisses your temple, his voice is low, soft, and utterly spent.

“You wear my robe again, and I’ll fuck you even harder.Until you can’t walk for days.”

Wetting your lips, you gave the man a sly smile as you let your fingers trail down his back. "I may have to with a promise like that."

A deep chuckle escaped Obi-Wan's lips.

[a7estrellas]

PEDRO PASCAL at the ‘Die, My Love’ after party at Cannes

[heartpascalispunk]

🎬 At Cannes 2025, Pedro Pascal shared his personal journey as a Chilean refugee, passionately defending immigrant rights.

[a7estrellas]

PEDRO PASCAL in Austin, Texas | via _jrmx

[obiwansito]

made by ourselves

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pairing- obi wan x f!reader

word count- 2.8k

summary- after babysitting padme and anakin's twins, obi-wan and you discuss the possibility of having children. and the fun part, making them.

tags- smut (+18 mdni), breeding kink, cockwarming, order 66 didn't happen, fluff.

a/n- happy late mother's day!!! i posted this back in my (failed) kinktober on ao3 and figured it would be a good moment to post it here lol. enjoy<3

You had talked about this not so long ago with your fiancé.

You were both in bed, after a tiring day taking care of Luke and Leia, Anakin and Padmé's four-year-old children. The couple had decided to take a day off, and the two of you volunteered to babysit the little devils while their parents rested on a nearby vacation planet.

You had taken the children to the meadows of Naboo, where you had a picnic.

Luke was calmer, listening to everything you told him and eating quietly at your side. It was obvious that he was very much like Padmé, his beloved mom. He told you about his latest adventures with his Aunt Soka, and all that his dad was teaching him about the force.

On the other side, there was Leia. A very mischievous and playful little girl, and really, really stubborn. She had Obi-Wan running all over the meadow, laughing and teasing. Her personality was a mirror image of Anakin.

You had laughed when your fiancé finally sat back down next to you, his hair disheveled and his breathing accelerated from exhaustion. Leia didn't look worn out at all, and she pulled Luke - who groaned but followed her anyway - to show him some flowers she had found.

Obi-Wan had seen your smile looking at those beautiful children, and he didn't miss the opportunity that night to mention it.

You were lying next to him, your head on his bare chest, tracing little shapes on his abdomen. He stroked your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. “ Dear?”

You looked up, finding a smile on his face. “Yes, love?”

“Have you thought about having children?” your heart jumped at the sudden question.

Had you thought about having children? Absolutely. Since you were still in the order, the war wouldn't start and you were assigned to take care of the little younglings. Those intelligent little ones, who made you laugh with their tenderness and affection. And when you had begun to be with Obi-Wan, those desires had increased even more. But at that moment, it was practically impossible. Your relationship was secret and prohibited by the Jedi Code. The good thing was that you had decided to take a step back from that life four years ago now, and you could now have a normal life.

“The truth? Yes.” You sighed, feeling a warmth in your chest. “I think it's always been one of my biggest dreams.”

“I saw the way you looked at Luke and Leia today.”

You laughed softly. “They're wonderful little guys.”

“And...wouldn't you like to have your own?”

You looked into his eyes, your heart racing. You could feel in your bond that he was nervous. “Obi-Wan. What are you implying?”

He sat up in bed, trying to hold back his smile. “Today, when we were playing with the children... I could feel your excitement. Your maternal instinct. You... you'd make a great mother, my dear.” You blushed a little at his praise. “And obviously, I've always known that. But now I realized...we're not in the order anymore. We can be free, darling.”

He took your hand, helping you sit on the bed beside him, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “We can start a family. Have a baby. Just ours.”

Your breath hitched as you listened to his plans. A family. Just of you. Obi-Wan, you, and a little baby. It sounded perfect.

“My love...” You didn't know what to say. You rested your hands on his cheeks, drawing him in to bring your foreheads together. “It's... everything I've ever dreamed of. Nothing would make me happier than to have a family with you.”

Obi-Wan laughed excitedly, grabbing you by the waist to join your lips in a slow, soulful kiss. Wanting to convey to you everything he was feeling at this moment.

He took you in his arms, letting you straddle his lap. You rested your hands on his cheeks, enjoying the feel of his beard against your skin.

When you had to separate for lack of air, you pressed your foreheads together, trying to calm your breathing and giggling like two little kids. You were so excited. Your eyes were sparkling with anticipation. He couldn't wait for the moment when you would be with a round belly, full of life that he had helped you create.

“As much as I'd like to start trying to create a baby now,” he began, gently caressing your waist over the t-shirt you were wearing. “The kids wore me out. Kriff, Leia's a little monster. No one's made me run that hard since Anakin was a kid.”

You laughed, leaving a small kiss on his lips. “Hopefully, I can tell you that maybe our child won't be as troublemaking as Ani's.”

“Mmm... I'm not sure about that. I'll have to ask Master Plo what you were like as a little girl to confirm that.”

You gave him a little tap on the shoulder. “Oh, no. Don't even think about it.”

In the end, in between teasing, you ended up sound asleep in each other's arms.

You were truly living your dream. You were free at last. Nothing was perfect, obviously. But at least you had each other, and the world could know of your love. That was the most important thing.

Almost a week passed, you had both been busy with your jobs and household chores, but today was the day. You had planned a special evening with your beloved, and it would end with both of you in bed.

You prepared Obi-Wan's favorite meal, and made Meiloorun cake for dessert. You dined while you chatted lightly. Your gazes constantly connected, full of complicity and laughter.

When you finished, he got up to pick up the dishes and gave you a kiss of thanks. “That was delicious, darling. Thank you so much. However... I should ask, what was the occasion? Not that we need one to enjoy an evening together, but you understand.”

You laughed, nodding. “Yes, I understand. And... It's a surprise.”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? And when do I get to find out?”

You stood up, stroking his beard. “Soon.” You stood on tiptoe to kiss him, he tasted of the wine you'd had at dinner. You bit his lower lip before pulling away and winking at him. “When you're free, come see me in our room.”

And off you went, leaving him with his mind a mess. Kriff, better hurry. He washed the dishes at full speed, making sure everything was in order to finally go to the room.

His heart was beating like crazy, he was trying to decipher something with your force bond but you were hiding it very well.

He opened the door, his breath hitching as he discovered your expected surprise.

You were lying on the bed, red lingerie adorned your body. And upon it, his Jedi robe. You smiled seductively at him, motioning for him to come closer.

Obi-Wan walked towards you slowly, as you rose, kneeling on the bed. He grabbed your waist, his eyes devouring you. The fabric of your bra was semi-transparent, and he could feel your nipples erect with excitement.

“So? What do you think?”

“You look... perfect.” He whispered, his gaze riveted on your beautiful body. His hands caressed your hips, your waist, moving up until his thumbs caressed your breasts, making you moan slightly. “Where did you get the cloak?”

“It was stored in an old box.” You shrugged. “I remember how much you used it...” Your breath hitched at the warmth of his hands on your body.

You posed your arms around his neck, pulling him close for a wet, hungry kiss. His tongue entering your mouth, tasting you.

You rose fully off the bed, now standing next to him, his big hands massaging your ass. Your hands worked on unbuttoning his shirt, pulling you apart to give him kisses on his neck. He moved his head aside to give you more room, feeling his cock harden from the way you were devouring his neck.

You shed the cloak, leaving only the small lingerie covering your body. You kissed him once more on the lips, smiling at him before kneeling in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. You were now level with his growing bulge. You licked your lips, eager to have his cock in your mouth.

Obi-Wan blushed, running his hands through your hair. “You know you don't have to, my dear.”

“But I want to. Let me please you, Obi-Wan."

He exhaled sharply, his eyes darkened by the lust he was feeling at that moment. Seeing you so excited to have him in your mouth brought out something inside him that was hard to control. “All right, baby. Do it.”

You unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants. Obi-Wan's cock was hard in his briefs, the fabric wet with pre-cum. You licked your lips, pulling down the last remaining piece of his sturdy body, freeing his erect member.

It was large, not gigantic, but longer than most. And wide, wide enough to have you begging him to have it all in you. You took it between your hands, stroking the tip with your thumb, filling your hand with pre-cum to lubricate it. Obi-Wan squirmed under your touch. You laughed a little, moving your hand slowly over his length. You brought it to your mouth, sucking on the glans and releasing it with a pop.

Obi-Wan gripped your hair a little firmly, but not that firmly because he didn't want to hurt you. “Stop teasing.” You looked up, searching his eyes. He was breathless, his mouth slightly open. It was a beautiful sight.

You lowered your head down his entire length, taking him slowly until you had him all in your mouth, his tip almost touching the beginning of your throat. Obi-Wan moaned slightly, which made you stir slightly, your center soaking wet.

You pulled back, licking his entire length and tip, as you moved your hand up and down masturbating him.

“Darling-” He murmured as you took him again with your mouth, making him let out another sigh of pleasure. “You're doing so well, love.”

His grip on your hair grew tighter, your lips wrapping deliciously around its full length. He was getting impatient, and you loved that.

He began moving your head up and down, using you for pleasure, all the while whispering praise. “That's my baby. You're doing it perfect. Yes... It feels so good.”

Obi-Wan was not shy. He moaned openly, enjoying your mouth. You closed your thighs, trying to cause friction on your needy clit.

You felt his breathing quicken, his orgasm was coming. “Oh, Maker. Kriff, Darling, I-” You moaned against his cock, his hand guiding your head. “Wait-”

He pulled you roughly, his cum splashing on your face. The sensation and the sounds they made excited you more, as you tried to catch your breath.

You stood there for a few seconds with your breathing quickened, processing what had just happened. Then, Obi-Wan knelt down in front of you, taking your face in his hands. “My dear. Are you all right? I didn't mean to be rough with you.”

You laughed lightly. “Don't worry, love.”

“You were amazing. That was... Maker. That was perfect, love.”

He scooped up the cum on your face with his thumb, resting it in front of your lips. “Open up, darling.”

You obeyed immediately, savoring his scent. You closed your eyes, sucking on his finger. Obi-Wan let out a whimper at this. “Shit.”

He grabbed you in his arms, tossing you gently onto the bed and perching on top of you. “This is just beginning, my dear.”

He kissed you again, slower this time, tasting his essence on your mouth. You moaned slightly, his hands roaming all over your body, knowing it even better than his own.

He unfastened your bra with agility, freeing your breasts and attacking them with kisses and nibbles, his growing erection brushing lightly against your wet pussy.

“Shit.” You whimpered, stirring under his big body. You needed him. “Love, please. I need you.” You whispered.

He looked down at you, chuckling slightly at your desperation. “I must get you ready first, my dear.”

He moved his hand down to the strap of your panties, wrapping it teasingly around his finger as you grew increasingly impatient.

His thumb lightly rubbed your center, eliciting a whimper from you. “So wet for me.”

He finally got rid of your underwear, spreading your legs for him.

“That's it, gorgeous.” He stroked your clit, moving his finger in small circles. Your hips moved involuntarily, seeking more friction. “You like it, hm?”

“Yes...” You murmured, closing your eyes at such a long awaited touch. He proceeded to kiss you again, while stimulating your clitoris with his hand.

His middle finger slipped inside you, making him gasp at the ease. “Shit. You're ready for me, aren't you, darling?”

You only moaned in response, wanting more.

He began to move his finger, pulling it in and out of your pussy, faster and faster as your moans increased.

He increased another finger, opening them like scissors to expand you further and prepare you for him.

“Oh- Kriff. Obi-Wan, please.”

“Please what?”

“I need your cock... Please.”

He laughed a little at this, leaving a small kiss on your neck. “You want my cock, hm? You want me to fuck you until I breed you? Stuff you with my cum until I make you a baby?”

You moaned in surprise. You weren't used to your fiancé using such dirty words. But you couldn't deny that you loved it. “Yes... Please. Fuck me. Breed me.”

Obi-Wan grunted at this, withdrawing his fingers and taking his cock, rubbing it lightly at your entrance.

“Maker. Just- Do it.” Your murmurs were interrupted as you felt his cock impaling you, filling you almost completely.

He used his knees to rock, ramming you again and again. All you could hear were the wet sounds of your bodies coming together, and your moans.

You wrapped your arms around Obi-Wan's back, kissing him again, your tongues tasting each other.

Your nails dug into his back as you felt his cock at your sweet spot, your legs trembling and your breathing was ragged as you moaned audibly. “Oh... Maker- Yeah, right there. Obi-Wan...”

Obi-Wan just whimpered in response, his head in the hollow of your neck, leaving kisses and nibbles all over the place. Your pussy was contracting perfectly against his cock, and it was making him feel closer and closer.

The thought of the possible outcome of this night, your pregnant, round-bellied fruit of his love, was turning him on that much more, murmuring praises to you.

You began to feel a warmth in your abdomen, growing more and more. Your orgasm was coming.

“Love... I'm-I'm close.”

“Me too.” Obi-Wan murmured into your neck. “Let's come together, darling. Let me breed you.”

You nodded, his voice trying to resist being enough so he could release you.

Your orgasm felt like fireworks in your chest, the pleasure taking over and building as you felt Obi-Wan's hot liquid filling you.

You pressed your foreheads together, trying to recover together. He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, smiling at you. You could feel your legs shaking, your pussy throbbing from the recent pleasure-fest.

“That was amazing. You were amazing.”

You laughed lightly. “You were amazing. We've been together for so many years, and I don't think I've ever heard you talk so dirty.”

Obi-Wan blushed, pulling out of you with a whimper, and falling down next to you. “Yeah, about that... I'm sorry. I got a little carried away. If you don't like it, I understand and-”

You interrupted him, resting a finger on his lips. “Hey, hey, love. You were fantastic. I've never seen that side of you before, but I can't deny I loved it.”

He just smiled, shy but pleased. He'd make a note for future times. “I hope this works.” He brought his hand to your abdomen, stroking it lightly.

“So do I. In fact, I checked my calendar. I'm ovulating right now, so the odds of it working are pretty high.”

Obi-Wan kissed your forehead. “Let's hope it does. And if not, we can keep trying, right?”

You laughed, rolling over until you were on top of him again. “That's right. What's more... I'd like to start from now.”

“Let's get on with it.”

Many rounds later, you were both absolutely exhausted.

You woke up the next morning, completely sore in your core. You looked around, you were on top of Obi-Wan, who was sleeping peacefully. You raised your eyebrows in surprise when you noticed something very peculiar. Your fiancé's cock was still in you. You really must have been exhausted.

You lowered yourself off him with a groan, your hips aching. You felt sticky, you felt traces of dried cum running down your legs. But you would worry about that later. Now you just wanted to go back to sleep in your fiancé's arms.

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[holy-kenobi]

What He Can’t Say

Warnings: Smut implied, but nothing explicit

A/N: I already have an idea for a part two hehe

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The palace of Eovari was beautiful in a cold, clinical way—gleaming stone, diffused golden light, and silence that echoed more than it comforted. Obi-Wan walked beside you down the corridor, his steps just a little too clipped, his jaw just a little too tight.

You noticed.

Of course you did. You always did.

Lord Mares, the host of this “diplomatic” mission, had been clinging to you like a shadow all day. He wasn’t vulgar—no, he was too practiced for that. Every word was wrapped in charm, every touch a fraction too intimate to be written off as friendly.

The worst part?

You had to let it happen. Jedi diplomacy required finesse, and Jedi relationships weren’t even supposed to exist.

So Obi-Wan had to watch.

Watch as Lord Mares’s hand settled on your lower back for just a moment too long. Watch as his fingers brushed your wrist under the table during the negotiation. Watch as he leaned in close to whisper a joke that made your smile go tight and thin.

And all Obi-Wan could do was sit still, breathing through the white-hot edge of his restraint.

⸻

When the door to your shared quarters finally hissed shut behind you, he didn’t say a word. Not right away. He paced, like a caged predator, his robes swirling behind him.

You sat on the edge of the bed, slowly unlacing your boots, watching him unravel in silence.

“I should’ve said something,” he finally muttered, back to you.

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

His shoulders tensed. “He was touching you.”

“He was trying. I kept deflecting.”

“You shouldn’t have to deflect.” He turned, eyes sharp, voice low. “You shouldn’t have to tolerate him pawing at you just to keep up appearances.”

You stood slowly, walking toward him. “If you had stepped in, what would you have said, Obi-Wan? ‘Unhand my secret lover’?”

His breath hitched. You were too close now. Too close for him to think straight. Your presence always scrambled his discipline, always made the lines blur.

“I would’ve said…” He faltered. “I would’ve said he had no right to touch you.”

“But you didn’t,” you whispered. “Because you’re a Jedi. Because we’re Jedi. And this?” You reached out, fingers ghosting up his chest, finding the edge of his tunic. “This isn’t supposed to exist.”

You saw it then—the snap of tension in his eyes, the storm behind his composure breaking open.

“To hell with what’s supposed to exist.”

And then he kissed you.

Hard. Desperate. His hands gripping your waist like he needed to ground himself in you, like he’d fall apart if he didn’t. Your lips collided, breath catching in a clash of restraint finally, finally torn loose.

You gasped against him as he walked you backward, pinning you gently but firmly against the wall, his mouth traveling down your jaw, your neck. His voice was low, growling words between kisses.

“His hands don’t belong on you.”

“They didn’t get to,” you whispered, curling your fingers into his hair. “Only yours.”

He let out a sound—half-growl, half-moan—and lifted you in one smooth motion, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

“I’ve been dying all day,” he said against your skin. “Watching. Doing nothing. Pretending.”

“You don’t have to pretend now,” you murmured. “We’re alone.”

The kiss that followed was messy and hungry. Hands pushing aside fabric. Armor discarded. Breathless laughter swallowed by mouths too desperate to pause. It was fire and comfort, possessive and reverent all at once.

Obi-Wan wasn’t always vocal, but tonight, he was. Whispers of your name like a prayer. Praise tangled in low groans. His hands memorizing every inch of your skin like it would be the last time.

You lost yourselves in each other, in a tangle of limbs and muffled moans, the air thick with heat and everything you weren’t allowed to say in public.

And afterward, when his breath steadied and he lay tangled beside you, his fingers brushed your cheek, gentler now. His voice was barely a whisper.

“I don’t care what the Code says,” he breathed. “I’ll keep pretending in front of them. I’ll keep biting my tongue. But when we’re alone like this…”

His eyes met yours, soft and fiercely loyal.

“…you’re mine.”

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