Hii, yes I’m new here and all, but i found out that there’s not a lot of cg/lg Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader comfort stories, and since I’m a little, I’ve decided to make one myself.
This is a dom obi-wan x female little reader
I’m sorry if it’s shorter than expected as I have to go do stuff soon but hopefully it’ll help any littles who need it as much as I do.
TRIGGER WARNING: mentioning’s of the following include: rape - abuse - sex drugs - trafficking - mental instability - food - drink - clubs - guns - knives - stabbing - blood - death - attempt of suicide - and more. you have been warned.
If you have any questions or concerns please let me know!
y/n got off of her plush warm bed in her quarters, her favorite blanket and stuffed animal right beside her. She sighed contently, nuzzling back into her pillow, completely exhausted from the mission she had to do yesterday.
She was told to go to Jakku and track down pirates, as exciting as that had first sounded, the pirates turned out to be mass murderer’s and kidnapped her best friend, (y/f/n). Thankfully she was able to get him/her back and safe at her/his house.
She looked down at her plush pj’s she was wearing, slightly embarrassed at the tiny TIE-fighters scattered across the navy blue color. Y/n was a little, in caregiver/littlegirl, which was a coping mechanism for her and helped her stay safe. She sadly couldn’t tell her follow Jedi, they’d just make fun of her.
She finally slid off of her bed, headed to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, took a shower, and got ready for the day, putting on deodorant before walking out to the small kitchen area. She turned on the stove, putting on a pot of water watching it boil and wondered what it would feel like to touch it.
And instantly regretted it.
“Fox dung!” She hissed jumping up and down waving her hand in the air like a maniac. Oh why was she so stupid? Her littlespace loved to make her feel pain apparently, as she always ended up getting hurt by the stupidest things. Two days ago she ended up slicing her finger on a sequin. A fucking sequin.
She held her burnt finger up to her mouth sucking on it gently while getting the sink full of cold water. Doing this she happened to forget about her boiling water, remembering it when it started to boil over the side and down the front of the stove.
Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she ran over to the stove, getting her bare feet burnt too. She pulled the pot off of the burner quickly turning it off. “Why am I such an idiot..” she mumbled deciding to clean up the water until it was cold, abandoning her breakfast and heading back into her room. Her safe place.
She picked up a stuffed fox, smiling at its worn and smooshed face. “I wish I could take you with me Rosie.” She mumbled, more tears tumbling down her cheeks. “I wish I wasn’t like this..” she sniffled looking down at herself before completing the thought, “a freak.”
“You pathetic slut, come here right now!” She winced hearing her dads drunken voice shout from the living room, only meaning one thing, he wanted to either rape her, torture her, or kill her.
she was hoping for the last option.
he blamed her for her mothers death.
he blamed her for why he couldn’t find another women to have sex with.
he blamed her for everything.
she stumbled into the living-room, staring up at his cold dark eyes, trying not to move further away when his eyes started to rake her body hungrily, knowing that if she did her “punishment” for whatever she did wrong this time would be ten times worse.
“Get on your fucking knees.”
“I said GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES YOU PATHETIC WHORE.”
Hot tears streamed down her face but she still didn’t move.
Then she felt a pain to the back of her head, and she was knocked out, cold.
She whimpered slightly, putting down her stuffed fox, hurrying over to her closet, grabbing her robes and headpiece, she quickly put everything on and raced outside her quarter. The apartment part of the Hellioce was completely quiet as she raced down to the end, sturned-
and slammed into a brick wall.
or maybe it wasn’t a brick wall, because as she fell backward, arms came out and caught her, slowly steading her before letting go.
“Woah, are you okay?” she heard a deep voice ask, possibly a male, to scared to trust her voice, she simply nodded, slowly looking up to see the most beautifulest bluest eyes she had ever seen.
Her eyes trailed to his floofy hair, which she tried not to giggle at, to his slight shaved beard. He looked at her, raising a eyebrow, hoping that at least she’d say something. She noticed her mistake and cleared her voice, hoping she wouldn’t stutter or do something really embarrassing, talk like a baby.
“Ye, am okay.” She muttered then froze, ‘crap’..
The man stared at her raising both his eyebrows at her now like she wasn’t even speaking English, honestly she might as well have not been. Little space was hard to translate to people who weren’t caregivers, which made her little problem worse.
She shook her head to clear her mind, and put on the fakest smile she could come up with. “Sorry, I meant..: I’m okay, thank you for asking.. Mr..?” she couldn’t complete the sentence because one: she’d never seen this hot ass guy in her whole life, and two: he had started to smirk at her.
“I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi.” he held out his hand for her to shake and she couldn’t help but notice how firm and strong it was, trying not to be a creep, she quickly let go and looked down the hallway behind him.
“Well.. Mr. Kenobi, I have a meeting right now and since I banged into you.. I’m now extremely late. So if you don’t mind..” she tried to squeeze past him in the small hallways barely managing to.
“Wait!” she turned, already having walked half of the hallway. “I don’t think I got your name.” He leaned on the wall at the other end of the hallway, smirking down at her.
“I’m y/n.. y/n, y/l/n.” he smiled a small genuine smile.
“I hope I see you soon Miss Y/n.” Then he turned around the corner and walked out of your life, or so you thought.
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time skip - after the meeting
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The meeting was long, and boring, pilots talking about what they “needed” to attack next, generals talking about strategy, blah blah. She still didn’t know why she was here. She was a Jedi. Not a people killer.
After fifteen thousand hours, the meeting ended, and she was allowed to go back to her quarters. She hurried in, shutting the door quickly and pulling herself to her room, flopping down onto the cold surface, she sighed of relief.
No more people bothering her.
She could finally be tin-
Three sharp knocks on her door pulled herself out of her trance, she cursed, picking up Rosie and walking back to her front door, holding Rosie to her side like the plush could actually protect her from whatever was knocking at her door at 8 PM at night.
The knocking paused, then started again, making her wish she had a spy hole on her door like most logical people had. She couldn’t see who was knocking, but knew from enough horror stories that this was how people ended up dying.
“LISTEN YOU BIG EVIL MONSTER.” she tried to make her voice to seem fierce but her voice failed her, ending up cracking on the last word. “I HAVE UH.. uh.. STUFFIE.. ND IM NOT AFRAID TO USE HER.” she stared down at Rosie, unsure how much damage she could possibly do with the stuffed floof in her hand.
She raised her arm with Rosie up above her head, ready to strike, and slowly opened the door to reveal..
“Hallway guy?” she slowly put her arm with Rosie down, as he smirked down with her, his eyebrow raised again.
“Are you gonna beat me with your plush, or are you gonna let me in?” she blushed looking down at her feet, stepping back to let him inside.
Instantly remembering the water left on the floor in her kitchen, she gasped and ran off, attempting to at least get half of it cleaned up before he walked into the kitchen, but he was right on her footsteps.
He froze looking at the spilled water on the floor, the pan by the stove, and then down at her finger that she was desperately trying to hide behind her back.
“Well, looks like you had a eventful morning, huh?” he smiled a small smile, looking over at her. “Little one’s shouldn’t be doing such big things when they first wake up.”
She froze, going back to what he had called her, ‘little one? but that’s impossible there’s no way he knows i’m a little..’ but as she looked back up at him, he smiled down at her gently like indicating that he did know.
“I was try to make pasta..” she mumbled looking back down at her feet, “bu da pot waz shini so mi touched it n den i burn fingr..” she sniffled looking down st her swollen finger, “n den da watr boil ovr..” a few tears trickledown her face as she confessed what had happened this morning to somebody she had just met.
translation: “I was trying to make pasta, but the pot looked very shiny so I touched it, and managed to burn my finger.. and then the water in the pot started to boil over.”
He just shook his head sighing slightly, grabbing her hand gently and pulling her to the living-room, making her sit down on a plush pillow. “You stay here and stay out of trouble.” He looked her sternly, “I’ll clean up and then we can cuddle and watch a movie with cookies.” Her eyes lit up when he said the word ‘cookies’ and he chuckled. “Would you like that darling?”
She nodded her head over and over and he leaned over to clean up her mess, then carried her to her room, cuddling with her on her bed and eating cookies.
Soon it was near midnight and she was getting tired, so he held her into his chest, whimpering sweet nothings into her ears until she fell into the best sleep she’d had in awhile.
Not before hearing him call her a ‘good girl’ tho.
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