in the wake of yet another black person being murdered by police, here’s a list of relevant fundraisers and organizations that could use your support right now.
this is specifically a call to action for fellow white people. if you’re white and you’re in any way able to, donate.
George Floyd’s memorial fund
Minnesota Freedom Fund: “We value a society that values its people, their freedom and recognizes their contribution to the greater good. A society that does not condition pretrial freedom on class or identity, that has ended mass incarceration, and that invests in restorative and transformative justice.”
Black Visions Collective, an org that strives to “shape a political home for Black people across Minnesota. We aim to center our work in healing and transformative justice principles, intentionally develop our organizations core DNA to ensure sustainability, and develop Minnesota’s emerging Black leadership to lead powerful campaigns.”
Reclaim the Block, which “organizes Minneapolis community and city council members to move money from the police department into other areas of the city’s budget that truly promote community health and safety. We believe health, safety and resiliency exist without police of any kind. We organize around policies that strengthen community-led safety initiatives and reduce reliance on police departments.”
obi wan smut where the reader is inexperienced bc she thought the code demanded it and obi wan is Not Inexperienced and she’s embarrassed that she doesn’t know what she’s doing and obi wan reassures her and is also lowkey like “don’t be embarrassed it’s really hot that i’m the only one that knows how to pleasure you” ANYWAY uuuh if you don’t wanna write this i understand lol hope you’re doing well bestie -🦎
Oh my god this is burned into my brain, yes I’d love to write this 💖 thanks for the request love! Also i definitely got carried away with this oops but ive decided to make a part 2 to this i hope you dont mind. I’ll make it worth the wait pinky promise!
Warnings- Obi-Wan fucks and we all know it, fluff kinda, thigh riding, oral (F receiving), Fingering, innocence kink, Virgin!Reader just living the dream
This is unedited cause tbh im lazy and i just write however i want
You couldn’t pin point exactly when the air had shifted between you and your Master. There was always the flirtatious bickering, pet names, longing glances, even some fleeting touches from time to time... but this time felt different. It felt heavy, like a thick cloud of smoke circling around you both whenever you were together.
The two of you were currently sat in an empty training room, working on your meditation. You had tried to keep your mind blank but you’re mind was reeling at the thought of the man sat beside you. You knew it was wrong. The jedi code strictly forbids attachments, yet here you were, gaze transfixed on the man that sat across from you. You took in every detail of his beautifully aged face. You wanted to trace each one of his features with the tip of your finger. His lips looking the softest. Honestly, you just wanted to touch all of him but seeing as the code wont allow it and you wouldn’t know what you’re doing anyways, you push those fantasies away. “Some people find it rude to stare, little bird.” His soft voice awoke you from your trance. His eyes were still closed meaning he sensed your gaze through the force. The thought of him catching you staring sent a jolt of embarrassment through your entire being. Heat immediately flooded to your cheeks as you stuttered out an apology, trying to ignore the way the pet name made you feel. “S-sorry Master I didn’t mean to.” He hummed in response keeping his eyes closed and staying in his meditative state. “Something on your mind?” He asks. With how kind spoken and caring he was toward you, it definitely didn’t help the waves of longing and want that washed over you. You contemplated his question for a second. You really wanted his help and his advice but at the same time you were scared if you admitted to whatever was going on inside your head, he’d be upset, ashamed, or even worse disappointed in you as his padawan. You took a deep breath before finally answering. “Actually yes.” You croaked out. More embarrassment filled you as your voice cracked. He barely opens one eye to peak over at you, noticing your nervous tone he opens both his eyes giving you his full attention. “Go on padwan, tell me. Its okay. This is a sacred space and its just you and me here.” He says giving you a warm smile. Kriff. That didnt help the nerves at all. You were about to admit your shameful feelings in a holy room. Where other jedi had learned and trained. You were feeling shameful by the second. You cleared your throat letting your eyes wander over the training room not wanting to meet his gaze. “I-Im conflicted master,” you started, waiting for him to scold you for letting your emotions fog your brain, but the scolding never came. Only another hummed response for you to continue. You sigh glancing down at your hands that were on your lap as you shamefully admitted your guilt. “I know as jedi we aren’t supposed to form attachments but what happens if we cant help it? We weren’t taught how to hide those feelings or to ignore them. We were just kinda told not to have them. It’s easier to ignore the feelings of hate. To not let it consume you but... what about desire?” Your voice was low as you spoke, but loud enough for him to hear. He kept quiet for a second as he processed your words watching you fidget with your robe. The silence killed you but before you could try to change the subject he let out a small chuckle to your surprise. Your head shot up to look at him. He had the softest grin on his face. “Thats whats got you so worked up lately?” He asks letting out another chuckle. You felt more heat find its way up to your neck and cheeks leaving you redder than before. It took everything in you to not run out of the room and back into your quarters. He quickly clears the laughter from his throat taking notice of your panicked expression. “I apologize darling I don’t mean to laugh, I was just worried something bad happened or you were being tempted by the dark side.” He states giving you another genuine smile. You tilted your head in confusion. Isnt desire being tempted by the dark side? You thought. As if he read your mind, he quickly reassures you. “Desire is normal. Its whether or not you let it control you. Jedi are technically allowed to have attachments. Plenty do actually.”
You couldnt fully understand what he was trying to say. “How can they have attachments and not go darkside?” You asked with another tilt of your head. He sighs trying to find a right way to explain it. He uncrosses his legs, finding a more relaxed way to sit and pats the spot next to him. Your tummy fluttered at his invitation and crawled over to sit next to him. Your blush worsened, at the realization of how close the two of you were, your thighs were touching. If he noticed he didn’t mention it. Instead he continued his explanation. “The reason those jedi don’t fall into the darkside is because they don’t let possession over power them. You see its not that attachments are forbidden, its possession. If you let things like desire or love control your decision making then that makes you dangerous.” He hums resting a hand on your own resting on your lap. You stared down at his hand for a second before shyly looking up at him. “So... as long as I dont let it control me... its okay?” You asked making sure you understand. He smiled nodding. “Like I said my dear, its normal.” He confirmed. You let his words sink in and couldn’t help but give a shy smile back to him. “So who’s caught your eye padawan?” He asks, an emotion you couldnt decipher flashed across his face but it was gone as soon as it came. Your eyes widen as you stared up at him, panic and embarrassment filling your chest once more. “W-what? Nobody!” You defended quicker than you intended. He let out a hardy laugh. The sound made your stomach flutter and your thighs tighten together as you watched his Adams apple bob-up and down with the sound. You prayed to the maker that he hadn’t noticed the subtle movement of your legs but the galaxy isn’t on your side right now. He glances down at your thighs from the movement, also taking note of how his had hadn’t left yours. You watch as it clicks in his head. He glances back up at you and raises an eyebrow. Just when you think you couldn’t be more embarrassed. “Oh really?” He hums in a teasing tone, taking your hand and pulling it up to his lips pressing the softest kiss to your knuckles. Your breath hitched at the action. “You sure about that my dear?” He teases once more. You couldnt help but turn your head away from him, feeling sheepish that he had caught you and also for pressing his soft pink lips to the skin of your knuckles. You could feel how his lips formed with the ridges of the bone. He pulls away only to use his other hand to gently hold your face, turning it to face him again. His touch just as kind and gentle as he is. “Don’t be embarrassed little dove. Im actually flattered. In fact, You’ve managed to catch my eye as well.” He smiled leaning in. His lips pressed themselves gently to your cheek. The scruff of his beard tickling your skin forcing you to let out a girlish giggle. The sound only made him smile more. In a quick second he moves both his hands to your hips, picking you up and setting you atop one of his thighs. The movement alone set your body ablaze. All you wanted was him. Right now. Glancing at his lips you slowly leaned in. He met you halfway finally doing what you’ve always dreamt about. Pressing his lips to yours. You melted immediately into the kiss. You let out a soft sigh, giving him the chance to sneak his tongue in and fully tasting you. Your tongues slowly danced with one another for what felt like an hour. You both savored each others taste, soft hums and sighs leaving both of you. You moved your mouth in tandem with his, the act alone felt unbelievably erotic. You’ve kissed before but it was never like this. In all honesty after this, you weren’t even sure if your previous experiences counted as real kisses. You were so lost in the moment that you hadn’t noticed your hips subconsciously rocking themselves on his thigh. You let out a soft whimper when he pulled away. He let out a grunt from the movement. His grip on your hips tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to stop your ministrations. Your head was still dizzy from the kiss that you moved your hands to grip his shoulders.
“W-woah.” You panted softly. He grins reaching up brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” You admitted. Your blush coming back when you realized the dampness you felt between your legs. You instantly regret what you said once you saw his expression. He looked down at you with furrowed brows. As if he was putting something together. “You never kissed anyone?” He asked his voice showing slight bewilderment. “No I have... but not... like that.” You explained. He let out a soft ‘oh’ in understanding. The room fell silent for a few minutes before he asked you something you were nervous to answer. “Have you had sex before?” He hummed. You waited a minute before shaking your head in shame. Great just great. Now that he knows you’re a damn virgin he’s gonna leave. He is gonna want someone more experienced. Your negative thoughts flew out the window when you felt him guide your hips on his thigh again. A moan immediately left your lips at the slight pressure applied to your clothed pussy. He hummed in approval and looked at you with a devastatingly handsome smirk you’ve never seen before. You could dream of that face for the rest of your days. “Would you like to?” He asks rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs on your hips, still helping you grind his thigh. You could feel your arousal pool even more through your trousers and onto his own. “Y-you’re not d-disappointed or upset?” You stuttered out trying to focus on forming a sentence rather than the hard on that formed in his own trousers. You felt it brush against your thigh with each grind and roll of your hips. The thought of him being turned on by the situation made you see stars. “Why would I be upset or disappointed?” He hums leaning down to kiss along your neck. You mewled, starting to move your hips on your own. “Cause I’m not experienced and you are... I just wouldn’t know how to please you like other girls would.” You mumbled, your embarrassment and nerves surfacing through your voice. He smiles against your throat before pulling away to look at you. “
“I don’t care that your inexperienced darling, I find it arousing actually, that i get to be the first and only one to pleasure you.” He hums giving you a harsh rock of your hips against his thigh just to prove his point. You weren’t sure if the gasp that left your lips was because of the sudden friction to your clit or to the possessiveness to his words but either way you were putty in his hands. “Besides, I can teach you. You’re a very quick learner.” He smirks continuing to watch your face contort in pleasure as you rode his thigh. Fuck he really knew what he was doing. “What do you say Sweetheart? Wanna quick lesson in pleasure?.” You groan nodding furiously at his words. “Please.” You whined, starting to feel something strange in your abdomen. It was pushing and pulling like tidal waves. You needed more. You had started to ground yourself down onto him hoping to chase the crash of those waves. Before you could even get close he lifted you off him with a grunt, a needy whine from you, he laid you down on your back the training mat hovering over you. “Don’t worry sweetheart, Im gonna make you feel real good. You just lay back and relax.” He hums attaching his lips to your neck again. This time giving soft nips and kitten licks. You could definitely relax like this. This was better than any type of meditation. You felt one of his hands softly caress its way up from your hip to your breast, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. You whine, pushing your chest put more to encourage him more. He continued pressing open mouthed kisses along your neck, and tenderly groping every part of your body he could with his free hand. Before you knew it, he was untying your robe and stripping you of your pants leaving you bare to him except for your undergarments. You suddenly became self conscious as he stared down at your partly nude form. Your hands coming up to awkwardly lay on your chest, trying to be subtle as you hid from him. He carefully takes your wrists in his hands, pulling them away from your chest. “Dont be shy darling. You’re beyond beautiful. Utterly perfect and glowing.” He smiles leaning down barely pressing his lips to the top of your right breast. You keened at his words. “Please. Take me Obi Please.” You begged, your voice coming out a little more desperate than intended. He chuckled lowly at your eagerness. “Calm down my love. We’ll get there.” The new nickname had your heart soaring. He’d never used that one on you before and you think it might be a new favorite.
He continued kissing along your collarbone and over your breasts. His mouth feeling like a furnace against your skin. Tracing his lips over your nipple, flicking his tongue on the hardening bud before taking it in his mouth. His free hand tenderly massaging your other breast before switching to give them the same treatment. You were a panting mess, lifting your hand to his hair and tugging gently, desperate for more of his touches. His kisses and nips become bolder as he leaves your breast to kiss down towards your stomach. He left a particularly gentle kiss right above the hem of your soaked panties before pulling them off. Your breathing quickened once you realized what he was planning to do. Any insecure thought you had flew out of your mind as he hums appreciatively at the site before him. “I just wanna taste you.” He said quietly almost as if he was saying it to himself. He leans forward licking a long stripe up your slit, testing the waters. A shattered sigh left your lips at the feeling. Pleased with your reaction he dives in, dipping his tongue into your soaked folds. He devoured you like he had never tasted anything like you before. Tasting any slick that seeped from you, his nose nudging against your clit just enough to leave you dangling on the edge. You whined and moaned for him reaching one of your hands to tangle in his hair. The action only served to spur him on. He pushes his tongue into your entrance, seeking out more of your taste. You suddenly became aware through your lust hazed fog that you were grinding on his face. He moans appreciatively, pulling away only for a split second to gently suck on your clit. You cried out for him, words bubbling themselves out of your mouth. “F-fuck, ObiWan- I- Please!” You groan not completely sure what you were begging for but he seemed to understand. He kept his lips latched around your clit, you didn’t even notice him move one of his hands until you felt a finger push inside you. The foreign feeling of one of his digits actually inside you left you speechless. All you could do was lay there and grind your hips on him taking whatever pleasure he gave you. Slowly he added a second finger, pushing both of them in and out of you, letting you get used to the feeling before deciding he needed a change of pace. He moves his fingers in a certain way, almost as if they formed a come hither motion. His mouth on your clit sucking with more intention and vigor. A wanton moan left your lips and you gripped his hair tighter. You’d worried you had hurt him if not for the delicious moan that went straight to your core. He quickens his pace, adding just the right amount of pressure to that spot inside you. It seemed that was the tipping point for you. Those waves you were desperate to chase earlier finally crashed over you, sending small shocks throughout your entire body. The feeling felt like it lasted longer than it should’ve with the help of your skilled Master. He eased his fingers out of you, his tongue still giving your clit kitten licks to ease the aftershock before finally pulling away fully with that devilish smirk plastered on his face. “How was that Sweetheart?” He teased, his beard glistening with your juices. Your mind was blank, still seeing flashes of white behind your eyes as you tried to form a sentence. “G-good. Fuck that was good. Way better than meditation.” You said catching your breath. He chuckled giving you a minute before, helping you up, getting your clothes and helping you get dressed. You would’ve been embarrassed at your still wet thighs if it weren’t for the next thing that left his extraordinary lips. “Why don’t we finish this in my quarters.” He hums as he adjusts the now obvious tent in his pants. You couldnt help but keep your gaze on his clothed member. “Finish?” You stutter out, Your voice cracking a bit. “You didn’t think i was done with you did you little bird?” He quirks a brow at you, his pupils blown with lust. You couldn’t help the excitement that rose in your belly, nor the smile that graced your lips.
So last night I went a little crazy and wrote an EXTREMELY indulgent one shot. That kind of, sort of, MAYBE, centers all around my own personal deepest darkest kinks.
Will I blush and panic when I upload this? Oh yes.
Anyway, here's a sneak peek.
Chapter 11 of Come What May still in progress, of course, I'm not putting it on pause or anything. This oneshot was just BEGGING to be written.
Tran says the whole [Star Wars] experience felt like she “fell in love very publicly and then very publicly had an embarrassingly horrible breakup.” She leaned on her tight-knit pre-fame circle of friends, including the members of her all-Asian American female improv troupe Number One Son, and went to therapy, where she learned, “If someone doesn’t understand me or my experience, it shouldn’t be my place to have to internalize their misogyny or racism or all of the above. Maybe they just don’t have the imagination to understand that there are different types of people living in the world.”
Kelly Marie Tran for The Hollywood Reporter // March, 2021
we have built a robot to send to another planet and programmed it to send radio signal indicating its planned descent and here we are, calling it a heartbeat.
“we have just received confirmation that Perseverance is alive and well” space travel is so full of love for robots but who am i to judge i am crying too
when Opportunity “died” our last words where that we would see it again and now another robot has joined it on mars and we are lovingly calling it Percy.
Summary: You wake up in a galaxy far, far away from Earth with a mysterious connection to an unknown feeling and four very confused Jedi staring you down.
CHAPTER 1: Speak To Me | CHAPTER 2: Breathe in the Air | CHAPTER 3: On The Run | CHAPTER 4: Time (Coming Soon)
TAGLIST
DRABBLES
11: “You can stop with the confetti, now.” Obi-Wan x reader
12: “….Why are you petting me?” Padawan!Obi-Wan x Padawan!Reader
Summary: You wake up in a galaxy far, far away from Earth with a mysterious connection to an unknown feeling and four very confused Jedi staring you down.
CHAPTER 1: Speak To Me | CHAPTER 2: Breathe in the Air | CHAPTER 3: On The Run | CHAPTER 4: Time (Coming Soon)
TAGLIST
DRABBLES
11: “You can stop with the confetti, now.” Obi-Wan x reader
12: “….Why are you petting me?” Padawan!Obi-Wan x Padawan!Reader
the more men ive meet in my time in college the more i fall back on my massive fucking crush on jedi master obi-wan kenobi. god bless that beautiful man <3
18+ only nsfw, established relationship, huddle for warmth trope, language, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), beard, cockwarming, explicit sexual content, obi in joggers & briefly wearing glasses
request for @star-whores-a-new-hoe 💙 for the 500 followers celebration
A crackling fire whispers softly in the room; its soothing scent of the season's shade of Winter, filling the air with hints of cinnamon and pine, as your head rests lazily upon your pillow.
It seems your blankets have convinced you to stay with them on this Sunday afternoon; humming to yourself where it seems you've gotten far too comfortable to even think about moving.
You settle with turning on your side, but only for a moment, so as to get a better view; of the subtle rays of sun that cast a tinted light upon your curtains, and the man you love before you, with those brilliant blue eyes.
Chest bare, and drawstring joggers hitting just the slightest bit low, he paces about the room with a curious expression described by a dark rimmed pair of glasses, and a restless pace in tune with the way he sighs.
The beauty of your stare is the only thing to captivate his attention; the handsome tortoise shell frames, leaving the bridge of his nose just as soon as he's adjusted them there, with your quiet whisper of his name, calling for his return to the side of the bed where you now lay.
"Obi Wan, what are you doing over there?"
Lost in thought, his fingertips take kindly to his beard, smoothing away the lighter strands from the gold, before bearing all of his teeth in a flirtatious grin that says 'oh, you'll see…'
He shuffles across the floor towards the fire, and with the simple wave of his hand, the force wills its heat away, where the flames that once burned brightly there, are slowly made into a pile of simmering ash.
"Oh dear, it appears all has gone up in smoke … hm …"
"Oh it has, has it?"
"Yes darling, but not to worry, there are other ways of keeping warm …"
…
The edge of the bed dips when he comes over, settling in the space where you've already made room for him there; his chest pressing against yours fervently as he makes his way up closer, the sheets, sliding away from your figure when you lean into him with the welcome feeling of your touch.
Soft beneath your fingertips, the auburn hair littered across his chest is felt plush and warm against your skin, meeting your breasts in slow gentle waves as he makes himself more comfortable, where your waiting lips have invited him to stay.
You envelop each other there, hovering gasps of need ghosting over your lips in phantom kisses left behind along your skin where his mouth should be. Your arms, quick to wrap around his neck, seeking out the honey colored strands of hair you so generously like to tug upon; and when you do, he's there to meet you, flush and hard, collapsing into the tension of your kiss with a muffled groan.
But it's not enough, for you, for him, easily losing track of where you've already been where your eyes have now fallen shut; tracing back over the places you've missed with a playful swirl of your tongue.
It isn't until a clash with his teeth brings you down from the exchange of marks you've been leaving; a slow, deliberate pull to the edge of your bottom lip drawing a shiver down your spine.
Obi Wan can feel the way your heart beats just for him in its fast anticipation, scratching a trail of silver kisses with his beard along every outline of your features. His cock is felt hard where your legs now intertwine, the roll of your hips lifting just so where they've met each other in the middle; where he's embraced you fully, in the safety of his arms.
He makes way for your chest in a pleasurable shade of auburn lust, moving lower, and lower, until the hem of your shirt keeps getting in the way; settling for pushing it further up with a strong splay of his hands, so his lips have more space to travel.
There's a heat welling beneath the pattern of kisses that he's made against your skin; the palms of his hands, smooth, and heavy where they grasp for purchase at your thighs.
Where the whiskers of sand upon his cheek lean into you in waiting, your knees fall open to him at their own accord; his pleading eyes alive in specks of darkened blue, now sense your overwhelming need for the slightest bit more.
"Say the word, love, and I am yours…"
a kiss pressed deeply,
to the inner part of your thigh …
"Yes …"
a tightly wound circle of the thumb,
brushed,
over the clothed pearl
of your aching clit …
"Do like this, darling? … "
fingertips curl under a fine span of lace, removing all that threatens your separation …
"... or this …?"
His breath is felt warm where it hovers over where you need him most; your fingertips, getting lost in a mess of his hair where he's now buried himself in the space between you.
Lifting your hips, his tongue begins to trace a lavish stripe through the slick of your folds, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit when the swell of his lips kiss you there; he's slow while you're impatient, and it's the smug grin now written on his face that's telling you he most definitely knows.
"Please, Obi Wan, I need you …"
"Pretty little thing … tell me again."
breathless, it seems you can not find the words …
"Obi Wan … I …"
oh.
And without hesitation, he doesn't leave time for chance, taking you into his mouth before you can even remember what it is you had been asking for.
From just out of view, he palms himself once over, gripping hard around his cock, before roughly returning the strength of his hands to the searing flesh that's waiting for him at your sides.
In careful patterns he tastes your arousal on his tongue, basking in the tender drip of something sweet that can only be ascribed to him; and where your back now arches so gracefully into your pillow, he pulls you even closer, his very capable charge, a sign of your impending fall.
It doesn't take very long before a sinful cry of his name falls from your lips, biting down on them hard when he sucks your clit fully into his mouth; soft hints of gold, grazing over the swollen peak as you come.
Your eyes flutter closed to the maddening sensation of his fingers curling into the heat of your center; pulsing into you in time with the salacious circle of his tongue, and bringing you swiftly through your state of bliss with the sound of his velvet hum.
With eyes wound shut, your mouth falls open into a silent reach for air, fisting at your sheets when your chest finds itself still struggling to breathe.
You've gone to a place that knows only of a bright and overwhelming light; violet and thrumming at your temples, it's convinced you that you had been soaring, drifting through this desirable place of another world, until finally giving in to opening your eyes.
Obi Wan pulls away, the rise and fall of his chest captivating your attention as he sits back up on his knees; the swollen tip of his cock hitting against the tuft of light hair living just above it.
Sitting up on your elbows, you've reached for him there, the palm of your hand wrapping tightly there around. Taking your time with each careful stroke, your intention is to please; brushing your thumb lightly over the tip to catch a bead of arousal that's formed there. And when you've brought it to your lips to finally taste him there, Obi Wan is sure that he's never known anything better.
It is there that a smile takes kindly to his face, gentle creases forming around his eyes when he does; they are the ones indented into your heart, that you love so well.
And soon he's kissing you once more, deeper than the first time; fluid motions picking up after one another, and leaving no space left between.
Your fingertips caress calmly at his beard when he does, and with a hitch of your breath, he undresses the rest of the way; kicking away his pants to the side, before settling in bed beside you, holding you closely there from behind.
The weight of his arms wrap heavily around your middle, a favor of warmth made with hints of his affection. His beard grazes lightly over your shoulder, as if to say 'yes, my darling, you are mine'; and when you begin to feel the way his hard cock presses into your lower back, you only want him closer.
Slowly, you roll your hips back onto him, the nape of your neck and shoulder, soon to be held victim by an exchange of marks and silent declarations made through incoherent whispers of your name …
With tired eyes, Obi Wan lines himself up with the heat of your sensitive center, already wet and ready for him, he begins to fill you with patient, languid thrusts…
But suddenly he stops, motionless and calm, his hand wanders lower down your front; a single finger slipping over your clit, and causing you to unconsciously shift.
Your eyes flutter closed, the curve of your back fitting perfectly into the space he's made for you upon his chest, legs entwined around the other's; and when a low whisper finds its place along the shell of your ear, Obi Wan entices you with his lips, making sure that you will listen…
"Not yet, my darling …"
oh.
"I want you,
just…
like …
this."
… 💙
a/n -- had a little trouble writing this one, not sure how I feel about it. hope you enjoyed this story, & as always thank you so much for reading xo ✨ [also the parts w/obi wearing glasses & jogger pants were inspired by a shared love of imagining him wearing these things, & convos had a while back with @profkenobi & @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories ]
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