#obi x reader

[ryuukuran-blog]

I wish to mourn this one Wattpad fic that I’m unable to find nor remember. It was def an obi x fem!OC type because I’m basic like that. I’m pretty sure she was Romani and was the last of her kind type who lived out in the woods and was a hunter. We were getting good with her starting to trust Obi and shit. ‘‘Twas so good and scrumptious but now I’m unable to find it cuz shit memory 😭

[delirious-donnaarchived]

Captain Obi likes to fuck you in front of a mirror not just because he loves seeing your fucked out face flushed by the sight of your own naked body taking him over and over, but also because he can check out his form whilst he pounds you out. He’s gotta watch those muscles flex and strain in between cooing and telling you how good you’re doing.

[szarina]

i can’t get this scenario out of my head..

i want to be captain obi’s dumb lil chubby breeding wifey, i want him to come home all sweaty n tired but still ready to go.

I wanna feed him good food, wash his giant back..

and get put in an hours-long mating press before bed, and repeat this same cycle day after day after day and- yeah u get it :(

the reason why captain obi got a place nearby the station after being married to you. sure the station is his beck and call but he got his chubby wife to come home to and take care.

after dealing with his company members shenanigans obi comes home to you. all sweaty and hasn't changed of his clothing. skipping shower when he got a wife to join him and he takes advantage of it. of him being sweaty and stinky. smelling of soot and sweat but who cares you love him that way.

“s-so good — fuck me more!” is what you babble to him. your body folded in a way that you didn't think it can. thighs almost touching your breasts while your dear husband pounds your fat pussy with his thick cock. stretching and filling you to the brim.

obi smiles at your request which he happily obliged. he had been waiting to he home and fuck you stupid with his cock. his cute wife that waits for him all day. devoting yourself as a good wife for a man like him. “want me to breed you?” his hips snaps harshly, almost bruising your cervix. a loud moan ripping out from you. “yes, yes, yes.” you beg to him. chanting the word like it was the only thing that exists in your vocabulary.

after that, stuffing you full of his cum that it leaks on your hole. dripping down your ass and thighs. he picks you up effortlessly and hops in the bath with you. making sure his dear wife is clean, so both of you can share the hearty meal you prepared for him. it can't match with the brigade's food and he's lucky he have you in his life.

then it's time to rest but it won't be rest for obi if he can't get a taste of his sweet wife's pussy. he need to have his fill and breed you again and he can sleep with you. pulling you closer and then he'll wake up go to the brigade and come home to you and repeat.

[merajsblog]

scars like mine

let’s say you have scars like obi does, just from your work as shirayukis knight. kind of how he acts with them, or how he sees them.

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you’ve collected scars over the years from your time as a bodyguard and protector. being on a lady like yourself, it has caused you to garner some words you wish you’d rather not hear.

“no one will ever marry you looking like that!!”

“you would be so beautiful if it wasn't for those pesky scars...” older men would say shaking their head. 

rolling your eyes, and biting your tongue, you would just keep pressing forward. it shouldn’t of been as important as it was to other people that you had these markings. it wasn’t something you had minded until more recently. maybe they were causing you to...look more unattractive than you had wanted. it was hard to ignore those who had kept saying the same things over and over again. that was until you had met obi. obi was someone who worked for zen. he was sweet, and funny. he joked around, but always took everything seriously when it mattered. he had a contagious laugh. 

“you’re beautiful” was the first two words that left his mouth when he first saw you. he looked stunned, his mouth slightly hanging open and his eyes wide, as if he was trying to soak you up as much as he could. it made it look like it was the first and last time he was ever going to see you. of course, you were taken aback. that was the last thing you were expecting to hear out of his mouth. you chuckled nervously- maybe he was joking?

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it hadn’t been long after that you two had started dating. there was an instant connection and he made you feel things you never knew you could feel. he was kind and soft. you loved spending time with him. as you laid in bed together you were facing each other. not much was being said, and you were starting to close your eyes. you felt a soft callused hand on your cheek, fingers moving over your lips and nose. 

“who did this to you...” he murmured. your eyes opened slowly to see his eyes fixated on your nose and eyebrow. you knew why he was looking there. there was a scar running across the side of your nose, and one through the arch of your eyebrow, running up on your forehead. there was also one on the right upper corner of your lip, and a simple slash under your eye. he had never asked about them before. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. you had often worried about them, but after being with him, you felt better about yourself. he made you feel that way. 

“it was a long time ago, probably when I was first starting out. it was either me or shirayuki. i made sure they never touched her, she didn’t do anything to deserve it.” 

“well, you didn’t deserve it either.” he said frowning a bit.

you chuckled nervously. “it is what it is, and she is safe. i didn’t mind them, until more recently...” you said avoiding eye contact. he furrowed his brows. “why do you mind now?” he questioned. “ahhh well...you know...people talk....” you said quietly. he sighed quietly. 

“you’re beautiful.” he said sternly. “there isn’t anything wrong with having scars. they’re not something to be ashamed of.  you lived through something, and it shows. that is simply it.” he said cupping your face. you softly smiled. 

“thank you my dear.” you kissed his nose softly before further snuggling into his chest. he held you close like you hoped he always would. 

[merajsblog]

there is like negative 5 obi writings on this mf app. here is my take. let's pretend shirayuki has her own 2 knights, like zen, and you happen to be one. there's already an established relationship between you two.

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late nights comes with a soft breeze. sitting in your window, you watch the night sky sparkle, and the city dim as citizens go to bed. shirayuki had gone to bed already and you were left trying to sleep. the night gave you space to breathe, and time to relax.

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you heard a voice next to you ask. you recognized it immediately. you turned your head to the side, resting your chin on your hand.

"well hello pretty boy." you cooed out. obi let out a soft laugh and moved closer to you, jumping off the balcony bars. "did you climb the tree to get up here?" you asked raising an eyebrow. he smirked, "what if I did?". you rolled your eyes. "doors exist you know."

he pouted. "well that's no fun." he inched closer to you. you both stood side by side and watched the sky. there was much comfort in each other. you rested your head on his shoulder. you murmured to each other how your day was. he turned slowly and headed inside.

"are you heading to bed soon, love?" he asked while plopping himself down on your bed. you sighed slowly, still taking in the night sky. "yes, in a minute, why?" you asked. "no reason." he said flatly. you rolled your eyes and turned around to face him and came face first with his chest. "come to bed now." he said. he startled you with how quietly and quickly he approached you. you smiled softly. "okay, okay i'm coming." he gave you a quick smile and kissed your forehead softly while grabbing your hand. as you both got into bed together it was intimate. it didn't always have to be sexual, but it was always close. there was a sense of comfort and safety you found in each other's arms. it was something no one else could give.

~~

it was bound to happen. obi always fell asleep first. he slept peacefully and quietly, (if he snored you would have killed him...) and looked like a beauty while sleeping. you two were facing each other, and he had his arm around your waist. you two were practically nose to nose, and you could feel his exhale on your lips. you had sleeping problems, and this was nothing new to you or him. it was hard sleeping when your guilt and fear kept you up. there was nothing waiting for you on the dreaming side except horror. obi had taken notice of how tired you were and your bags under your eyes. he knew better than to just ask, so instead he opted to be with you. it gave you comfort to know he was there. he would make stupid jokes about chasing the bad dreams away, and how he would protect you from them. it was endearing.

"how long are you going to keep staring at me." he said, his eyes still closed. flustered, you backed up a bit. "i wasn't staring i was just...um.." he opened one eye with a mischievous smile. "im just teasing." he said as you smiled. he pulled you in closer, where your head was under his chin, and his arms were wrapped around your head. you wrapped yours slowly around his chest. he cared for you in a way that made you feel warm. you felt loved, like you deserved. like you both deserved.

[theatrelove3000]

You’re On Your Own, Kid

This is the first Obi-Wan fic I have posted, let alone let someone other than two close friends read. It took me three months of no time, energy, or inspiration to finish this, but it’s finally done, and I am actually really proud of it. I am thinking about expanding this, depending on the time I have and the inspiration as it comes. Let me know if you like this and want to see more!

Sith! Obi-Wan x former padawan reader

Warnings: I suck at warnings. Uhhh, dark side, mentions of death, maybe manipulation, kissing but only a little, canon violence (dude gets an arm cut off), lightsabers, Sith! Obi. I think that is it. The reader was his padawan but they didn’t start training together until she was already an adult. The reader wears a dress but I don’t think I used pronouns?  Lmk if I missed anything else.

Summary: When your master suddenly falls into the darkness, you are left alone to be subject to the watchful, judging, mistrusting eyes of the Jedi Council. It’s one thing to lose a master, you’ve lost one before Obi. It’s something else to lose the man you love. Especially when you can still hear his whispers. 

Inspired by Taylor Swift’s You’re On Your Own, Kid! Recommend listening while reading this

Three months, two weeks, and six days.

That's how long it's been since you last saw Obi Wan. He'd go on missions that could be that long, or longer, but this time stretch was harder because you know he isn't coming back. Obi Wan is gone. He left the order. He abandoned you. 

At least, that's what you keep telling yourself.

You try to stay upset and hurt about it but it's becoming more difficult by the day. Watching your master walk away from the only home and family he ever knew was a major shock to everyone. He always preached about how the Jedi Order was good, right, and peaceful, yet suddenly, he was gone after causing quite the stir in a council meeting.

He had come back to your shared apartment and marched right over to you, grabbed you by your elbow and drew you into his chest. He was always more physically affectionate with you but this was something different. Something unsettling. He had wrapped you in a tight hug, breathing in the scent of you before dropping his head and whispering one thing in your ear. 

"My chains are broken. The force has freed me."

And then he was gone.

It was explained to you later that your master had fallen and you were to be reassigned to complete your training. You had been set to take your trials for your knighthood in a few weeks but due to Obi Wan's sudden switch to the dark side, they feared you harbored the same beliefs he revealed he had to the council. 

Your new master is… for lack of a better word, an ass. She is your third master. Your first one, who had selected you at a young age, died a few years back. Obi Wan decided to complete your training, since you were just three or four years from knighthood, already an adult. This new master is short and cold and uncaring. You had just been through a rapid and difficult transition and she held no compassion in her eyes, only wariness and dislike. She didn't trust you. 

No one did now. All the friends you had no longer speak to you because they fear you are unstable and dangerous. You never showed signs of leaning into the dark side but because Obi Wan fell, you also must be dark. His apprentice. Only Anakin still speaks to you. Occasionally, Master Yoda invites you to meditate with him as well, though you suspect he is doing so to check on your signature. Master Yoda is a kind and gentle soul but he must be wary. You understand. Sort of. 

It isn't until the heat of summer fades and cool winter winds start to blow that you start to hear him.

My darling.

Little dove.

Sweet one.

Angel.

The terms of endearment your master used to call you whisper through your mind, as though he were right behind you. You feel his presence when you're alone and see him in your dreams. You'd thought if you dreamed of him, they'd be nightmares but they aren't. They're sweet dreams. Almost memories but with slight changes.

Mornings after nightmares when you'd wake in his bed wrapped in his embrace, though he lets his hands wander more. Presses kisses to your neck and shoulders. Messing up on purpose during training so he'd have to wrap his arms around you to fix your form but he stands far closer, holding you tightly to his body. 

You knew you loved him before he left but he never showed signs of returning the feeling. It wasn't until he was gone that the signs appeared. For a while, you thought it was just your mind grieving the loss of him. That is, until he comes to you. 

~~~~~

Anakin manages to convince the council that you need to get out of the temple, take on a mission again. He's always been persuasive, though at first the council wasn't inclined to grant his request. Through many meetings and solid evidence that you're not like Obi Wan, they allow it on the condition that he keeps you in his line of sight at all times. He agrees readily and tells you to pack a bag. 

After explaining the mission, he takes you to Padme so she can help you find a dress. You're attending a gala the senate is holding in order to ease tensions, though with the way the galaxy is now it will only raise them. 

That's how you find yourself standing in a big ballroom wearing a long sleeve, floor length dress. Despite the dress still being modest compared to the other women around you, you still feel exposed. Your Jedi robes leave everything up to imagination but this dress does not. It's more form fitting and accentuates certain parts of your body in a very flattering way, while still being conservative.

"My, my. What have we here? Did you lose your way, Little dove?"

The voice makes you freeze. You spin around, looking for the owner but see no one. You shake your head, hoping to rid yourself of the panic and hope that had appeared with the voice.

"Did you stray too far from home? Do you need help finding the path?"

You know his voice better than you know your own. He's here somewhere. You can feel his eyes on you even if you can't see him.

You turn slightly, searching the crowd for Anakin. He's talking with some of the senators, Padme by his side. He's occupied.

You start walking.

Letting yourself out of the ballroom, you wander through the halls of the massive building the gala is being held in. You had seen a terrace when you first arrived and been escorted in. There it is. You open the doors and step out into the cool night air. 

You don't hear him as he follows you or as he shuts the doors to the terrace. You don't hear him take the last few strides necessary to stand behind you, closing the distance between you. The only sign that you were correct is the feeling of his hands on your hips. They're warm and strong and certain, just as they always were.

"My Little Dove." His greeting is whispered into your hair just above your ear.

"Master-"

"I am not your master any more, my darling." He interrupts you, his voice sending goosebumps down your arms. "I am simply a being you meet in your travels as a pawn in a game your side can't win. I am only a man who has missed you very dearly."

You take a deep breath, praying your voice won't shake as you respond, "you wouldn't have had to miss me if you hadn't gone."

The hum he gives in response is deep, seemingly coming from low in his chest. "It was time for me to go. I hope you can understand. Places to be and people to see, you know."

"You left me. You abandoned me like everyone else." 

He tightens his grip on your hips, fingers digging into them. "I did not abandon you. I never left you, Little Dove. I was always there, always watching. It may have been from a distance but you were never alone."

You try to control your emotions, keep your cool, "Your leaving the Order has shown me I have always been on my own. I didn't choose this life, Obi Wan. It was thrust upon me before I was at an age that I could understand it. I don't remember the sound of my mother's voice. I don't know my father's name."

"I didn't choose it either, darling. Very few of us did. To be entirely honest with you, I dreamed of leaving and yet I stayed. Do you know why, my Little Dove?" His fingers are tracing up your sides delicately, never straying into areas he has not gained permission to touch. 

Your voice cracks a bit as you respond, "Why, Obi?"

"I stayed because I needed to be around you. Your presence is my vise, your signature is, simply put, addictive to me. It was inappropriate for me to have the feelings I do for you while you trained under me so I kept them at bay as best I could." His nose grazes your temple as he speaks, the edge of his beard lightly scratching your cheekbone as he speaks, "I didn't do as good a job as I thought. Those around us began questioning our relationship. They said horrible things that I will never allow to reach your innocent ears. I could have killed anyone who ever said anything nasty about you. I still can. All you have to do is ask."

Your breathing falters, though you can't tell if it's from fear or shock or something else. If he catches it, he doesn't say a word. "I don't want that. Murder is still wrong, no matter where you stand politically."

"Ah, but don't you see, my Little Dove? I don't wish to kill for political reasons. I kill for you. Anyone who ever hurt you deserves to go."

"You're frightening me, Master," you whisper shakily. He responds by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

"I do not wish for you to fear me, my love. I only want to protect you, to keep you safe. I can continue to do that from afar as I have been these three months. Or… you could come with me." He keeps his voice low, fingers stroking your sides delicately.

"Where? Where would you take me?"

"Home, Little Dove. I will take you home."

You close your eyes, feeling your resolve beginning to crumble. Suddenly the warmth of your former master against your back is gone. You turn and he's nowhere to be seen. The only sign that you did not imagine it is the phantom feeling of his hands on you. 

"All you have to do is call for me, my Little Dove. I'll come to save you from your golden cage." 

Suddenly you hear your name being called. It takes you a moment to register that it's Anakin's voice. He sounds a little worried. You turn all the way around for the first time since stepping onto the balcony. You use the force to open the doors.

"I'm here, Ani"

His head snaps to face you at your voice and he quickly makes his way over to you, "I've been looking everywhere for you! What the hell are you doing out here?"

"It was a little stuffy in there. I just needed some air. I'm sorry if I worried you. I didn't think I'd be gone long." You let him lead you back inside. Instead of taking you back to the ballroom, he escorts you outside where Padme is waiting.

"It's fine. I'm just glad I didn't lose you. That… would not have looked good on me." He laughs a little, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly, "it's time for us to head out. We're going to be escorting the senator to her suite in the hotel and then going to our room."

"Yes, Master Skywalker," you bow slightly dramatically, tone dripping in sarcasm.

He laughs, rolls his eyes at your playfulness and shoves your shoulder as you start walking, both of you flanking Padme. 

~~~~~

And that's how it began.

You start answering him when he whispers into your mind. You didn't even see him that night but you know it was real. Even if it wasn't, you hope that you continue to hear him. You start feeling him as well. You even catch hints of his scent from time to time. Always when you need him the most.

Those moments became more and more common. The weight of arms around you in those few blissful moments between sleep and wakefulness make you think of him. He whispers encouragement as you train with your new master, even the occasional reminder to help you correct your form or a suggestion to make a motion easier for you. He's still helping to train you. Apparently your four years with him didn't make him sick of teaching you.

It's your next off-world mission that starts to cause your foundation to crumble.

Anakin had convinced Master Windu that he could take you off-world with himself and Ahsoka instead of being with your own master. It was a simple mission. Get into the separatist base, steal the information, get out. 

When is anything ever that simple?

Your cover was blown quickly and it doesn't take long to realize this was a trap. You are separated from Anakin and Ahsoka somewhere in the crossfire between your troops and the battle druids. You find yourself in an empty hallway alone, not even a clone behind you.

Looking around, you move back towards the way you came, only to realize you are more than a little lost in this base. You reach out your signature to find Anakin but are met with a different signature. Another, more familiar one.

Obi Wan.

Before you can take a moment to think it through, you're running towards it. You chase the warm, blue signature you've grown oh so attached to deeper into the base. When you reach a door that you can feel him behind, you pause. Pressing your palm flat against the cool metal, you reach out again. Reaching for him. He responds by tangling his signature with yours, but doesn't open the door. You hear a click and realize it's the lock. He unlocked the door. The door still doesn't open. He's giving you the choice. It almost makes you cry.

He is giving you the option to reach him. He isn't forcing you into anything, simply waiting to see how you decide. The Order never does that. All they do is command and demand and give expectations to meet. It's exhausting. You're tired. You miss him. 

"Obi?" You whisper to the door. As a response, you hear a small thud on the door as he presses his hand to it where yours is. You can feel the pressure of his power through the door. He whispers your name back to you.

"I'm frightened," you feel your eyes start to water, voice breaking softly, "I just want you."

"I know, my darling. It's alright if you are not ready yet. I'll wait for you. I'll wait an eternity for you." His voice is louder than yours, but not by much. You want to open the door but can't bring yourself to do it. He can feel it. You know he can. His signature brushes over yours gently again, soothing you. He was always good at that.

"I have to go, Master. I'm sorry. I need to find Anakin." 

"It's alright, Little Dove. I'll be with you. Always."

You nod and take another moment of weakness before pulling away and running the way you came. It takes you twenty minutes to find Anakin and Ahsoka again. As you reappear, Ahsoka crashes into you, hugging you tight.

"Are you okay!? Your comms weren't working. We've been calling you and sent troops to find you but we couldn't! What happened? Where did you go?"

You push Ahsoka back to look her into her eyes, holding her shoulders. "It's okay. I'm fine. I got lost in the hallways. The droids were coming from that way so I handled it. I just got confused on my way back to you. All the halls look so similar."

You try cracking a joke as you notice Anakin watching you cautiously. He knows something. Looking over, you cast what you hope is a charming smile in his direction. He nods and gives a small smile in return but still looks concerned, though you can't tell if it's for you or because of you. 

When you return to the Temple, the council convenes to be briefed on the mission. Anakin credits you with destroying a majority of the Droid squadron within the base. The council seems to be a mixture of impressed and put off by this news. You're not surprised.

You feel nothing for them anymore. They don't do anything but cause more problems for you and those around you. Most Jedi would say the most dangerous feeling to have is hatred. Some say anger. Others will tell you that hope is the worst thing to feel, especially in this war.

No. The most dangerous thing a Jedi can feel is indifference. Indifference causes one to not have loyalty to those they have been sworn to. With anger or hatred or even hope, it shows one still feels attached to something. With indifference, it is not so.

Your indifference is what Obi Wan was waiting for. 

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The next mission you are sent on is the one that sends you over the edge. 

It's another gala you are to attend, this time undercover as a senator's aid. The moment you arrive, you reach out for Obi Wan. You search the room with your eyes and your signature, praying to the Maker that he is there.

As the evening progresses, you stop looking for him. You become distracted by doing your job, working the crowd and getting more information you've been sent to collect. Though the council has seemed to develop more trust in you over the last couple of months, they don't trust you entirely. You have another Jedi with you to keep an eye on you. You don't remember his name, and it doesn't particularly matter to you anyway. He's just a security measure to protect the Order. 

"Pardon me for interrupting, Senator Gunray. I was hoping I might ask this lovely young lady for this dance." His voice drips across your ears like bacta over a burn. Your posture relaxes as the senator you were speaking with bows out gracefully, promising to speak with you again later.

You turn and finally see the man you've dreamt of for five whole months, though if you're honest, it's been longer than that. He looks dashing in his white suit and cape. As your eyes trail up from his chest, you catch the hairs of his auburn beard lift as he smiles at you. You see that smile next, the shining and slightly arrogant one you grew used to throughout your few years of training with him.

He reserves this smile for you. The one that shows his pride but also a glimmer of praise for you. He softens whenever he sees you, even if it's isn't noticeable to anyone else. It always was to you. He was a good and kind master, but a better friend. In this smile, you see your friend. 

You raise your eyes to meet his and your breath catches. The cerulean ocean you are used to seeing is gone, replaced by molten gold, framed by dark lashes, which seem darker than they used to. Maybe it's just your imagination.

"Remember to breathe, Little Dove. I fear you will pass out if you don't."

You let out a small huff of a laugh as you smile and glance down to your feet. You see him lift his hand to under your chin, raising your eyes back to his. You can see him searching your face for something. He must find it or you are imagining it because he draws away again, offering you his arm to take.

"I believe I offered you a dance, my love. May I have one?"

"Yes, my lord." He leads you out onto the floor. A waltz starts not long after he pulls you into position. As you dance, he keeps you closer to his body than the other partners on the floor. You don't mind, letting yourself melt into his arms for the first time in several months.

Obi Wan was the one who taught you to dance. He had been trying to help you learn to make your movements smoother, more choreographed as you dueled. You kept making jagged, uncoordinated movements that caused you to lose your footing or leave an open spot for someone to strike. Obi had taken your Saber, tossed it and his own to the side, then pulled you in gently. He kept a respectable amount of space between you as he placed your hand on his shoulder and his own on your waist, holding your opposite hand. And he taught you to dance. Slowly, you got the hang of it and he moved back into the forms you were learning. You never lost to him in a duel again.

The dance sessions became almost a regular occurrence. He'd hug you when you were upset and slowly rock you, letting it turn into a silly little dance to make you smile and giggle. He'd kiss your head and twirl you just to make you squeal or blush. Those are his fondest memories of being in the order.

"I have a question for you, Darling."

"I will answer anything you ask of me, Darth Nighte," you respond without hesitation.

He grins widely and lets out a laugh. "You always have, haven't you? My good girl."

You blush slightly and look away from him to hide it. He doesn't like that. He lifts your chin again and raises an eyebrow, warning you not to look away again. 

"Did you pick this gown to get someone's attention?" He says it in a teasing tone but you know what he is asking. Is the dress for him?

The dress you selected for the gala was bought with what little you had saved over the years. You had gone out into the city on one of your rare days off to buy it. It was in the shop window and you'd asked to try it on. It was a long sleeved, dark blue dress with tiny gems to make it appear as though you were a part of the evening sky. It's a bit lower cut in the bust than you thought you'd be comfortable with but seeing the way he admires it, you know it was the right decision.

"I must confess, my lord. I fear I am no longer a good Jedi. You see, I find myself disagreeing with the rules and growing agitated trying to suppress my emotions. It feels like I'm being pulled down a different, new path. I can't stand the rule against attachments. I have found that attachments only make you stronger. Maybe that is what they are afraid of…" you trail off as you realize how much you spoke but he holds your eye contact and nods for you to continue. "I have found myself deeply attached to a lord at this very party and I had hoped he'd find the dress pleasing."

"I'm sure he does, my darling. Do I know this lord, do you think?" He knows. He always does.

You smile and glance around as though making sure no one was listening, "I think you know him very well, my lord." 

"Then I suppose I'll leave you to him." He starts to release you but you grip onto him tighter. He laughs again, a sound you truly and sorely missed.

Together, you and Obi Wan danced for several more songs. You talk occasionally but mostly bask in the comfort you bring each other. As the night dwindles on and draws to a close, you know you have a decision to make. A path to choose.

Obi Wan senses your panic and turmoil. He searches your eyes again before leading you off the dance floor to a little alcove on the side of the ballroom. He presses you back against the wall and lets his body tower over yours. 

"My angel, you do not have to do anything you don't wish to. I don't intend to steal you away and hide you from the galaxy. It is your decision. This is your life. Lead it how you wish to. No matter what you decide, I will always love and support you. Even if I must do so from afar." He leans down and presses his forehead to yours. You can feel the love in his signature. True love. Pure love. How can a feeling so pure be so bad? 

Lifting your chin slightly, you let your nose brush his and hear his quick intake of breath. He leans further into you slowly, giving you time to pull away from him. To say no.

You never will.

He lets his lips brush yours. It's gentle, simple, peaceful. He lets you decide how to proceed. Slowly, your hands move from where you had pressed them to his chest up into his hair to pull him closer. He hums in pleasure and pushes you further into the alcove. He kisses you the way you imagined he would. Gentle but dominant. Kind but leading. Persuasive. The Great Negotiator, indeed.

You pull away first, needing to breathe. He lets you go but keeps his forehead against yours. 

"Obi?" You whisper to him.

"Sweet One?" He responds.

"Am I ready now?"

"That, my dearest little dove, is not a question I can answer for you."

You nod, feeling the tears form. His hand is holding your cheek and jaw on one side. He can feel when they start to fall. He coos gently and pulls you into his chest, whispering reassurances and words of love.

"I don't want you to go again. It hurts when you go, my Obi." You mutter through the tears. Obi Wan pulls away enough to hold your face with both hands.

"I don't have to. You can come with me, Darling. I have a place for us. It's safe and quiet and peaceful. It's perfect. I made sure it's perfect for you. All you have to do is say yes. Little Dove, you can stay with me. Come with me."

His voice isn't commanding or ordering you. It's… begging. He's begging you to stay with him.

Sniffling and wiping your eyes, you look up at his eyes. They're no longer gold the way they were before. They're darker now. Green. Your breathing picks up as you kiss him again. It's a soft, quick kiss. He reciprocates, waiting for your decision.

"Home?" You ask him. He smiles against your lips and nods.

"Home." 

"Obi Wan. Take me home."

The burst of joy in his signature is more than enough to convince you that this was the right decision. He kisses you fiercely before retreating and standing up straight. A lord once again. Offering you his arm, he leads you back into the public eye.

As he escorts you through the front doors of the building and towards the hanger, you are stopped by a voice yelling your name. Your Jedi babysitter. You forgot about him. Obi Wan stiffens as he hears it as well, turning his head just enough to see the man behind you. You try to keep going but Obi Wan has stopped. Your panic is beginning to rise again. You'll never be free.

"You are to return to the Temple with me immediately, Young Padawan. This is not a debate."

"I-" 

"My apologies, Jedi, but I believe she has made her decision." Obi Wan's voice is calm but there is a hint of a threat in it. He's daring the man to oppose him.

"I'm sorry, Senator, but that will not be happening. She has been asked to return to the Temple."

"Senator? Do you hear that, my darling? Senator. The level of disrespect tossed about by the Order is truly insulting. He doesn't even know my name."

You keep your eyes on Obi, pleading with him through your signature to just take you and go. In your bones, you knew it wouldn't be this easy. If only.

Obi Wan turns and the Jedi recognizes him. His eyes, now returned to gold, are a dead giveaway. The Jedi draws his weapon and beckons you over, holding his hand out as he calls your name again. 

"This man is not who you think he is, Padawan. Come with me." He reaches for you again but you take a step back, closer to Obi Wan. 

"Maybe I'm not who you thought I was, Master. Or… I think perhaps I am." Glancing up at Obi, you see him watching you with curiosity and… hope. You haven't seen hope in so long you almost don't recognize it. 

Your Obi nods at you, just once, and takes a step back. The Jedi is gazing at the both of you with confusion and horror as you look at Obi Wan.

"I told you already, Little Dove. This is your decision. No one can make it for you." His voice calms you. There's no malice in it when he directs it at you.

"He's trying to trick you, Padawan. It's time to go now." The Jedi got close enough to grab your wrist and begin to pull you away. The moment he touches you, your lightsaber is in your hand and the Jedi is screaming. You open your eyes and see the man's arm on the ground between you. His lightsaber falls from his other hand and Obi Wan comes to pick it up. You feel your hands shaking as you watch him replace the Jedi's Saber on his belt before reaching a hand out to you. 

"Are you ready now, darling?"

You look between Obi's hand and the man's arm and then at the blood on your gown. You take Obi Wan's hand and leave the Jedi kneeling on the ground of the hanger as you're taken onto your love's ship. He sits you down and pulls off his cape, draping it over you. It's heavier than it looked. He helps to strap you into the co-pilot seat before getting into the pilot seat.

As the ship lifts off, you catch a reflection in the glass of the cockpit window. Your eyes are surrounded by a ring of gold.

You feel Obi Wan take your hand as you reach hyperspace and let him smooth his thumb over your knuckles. You glance up at his beautiful eyes and see they are the blue you missed. You realize something that nearly brings you to tears again. You've been on your own for most of your life, especially when it got hard.

You don't have to be alone anymore. You have your Obi Wan.

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𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 — 𝐨𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮

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𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ call me daddy by 11:11

you were roused into a state of blurry consciousness upon feeling the familiar weight as Obi slid onto the bed. he always tried to be as gentle as possible, but his size makes him less than stealthy. besides, even when he didn’t want to wake you, he had to pull you close to him.

you shift, inching back with your eyes still closed as his rough hands ghost over your biceps, his lips finding your shoulder and littering it with slow, easy kisses. “So good to be home.” he whispers, more to himself, but you smile, sleepy, and hum against the pillow. you were half on your belly, one leg bent up towards you while the other was extended, and you could feel the wall of warmth that was Obi from your shoulders to your feet, but he was holding himself up with his elbow, so as not to crush you, only applying the faintest bit of his weight on your back. he smelled like soap, and you could feel the damp tips of his dark tendrils as he worshipped you with kisses— he’d no doubt showered at HQ before heading back to you, which you didn’t mind. the less time that he had to smell like an inferno around you, the easier it was to savor the moments he was home. you spent oh so much of his time away filled with dread that he might never come back, the last thing you wanted was to be reminded that he was on the brink of death before crawling into your bed.

he was naked, too, as Obi usually slept, only there was a prodding at your thigh— that familiar firmness when Obi missed you too much at work. “What time is it?” you mumbled, reaching back to pet at him. your uncouth hand blindly rubs at the dips in his abs, but you start to shift.

he stops you with a soft, “Shh…” and wraps his larger hand around yours, bringing it up to his lips, kissing each knuckle with delicate, butterfly kisses, “don’t get up, sweetheart.” he whispers back, “‘S late.”

“Someone… didn’t get the memo…” you murmur, melting back into the mattress, but you poke your butt out to nudge his hard on as if showing him what you were referencing.

he chuckles, and it’s low and husky. he wants you, and you can hear it in his baritone. “Sorry, that’s my fault,” he replies, sheepish, “I thought about you all day. How soft you are—“ he pauses, lips coasting over your shoulder and to the sweet spots on your neck. you mewl in content. “How… good you smell…”

“Obi…” you breathe out, squirming. you could always sit up, roll over and pull him close, wrap your legs around his hips and let him bury himself in you. hell, you’d even wake up to ride him if that’s what he wanted, sleepy or not. but he’s already reaching for one of the fluffy pillows on his side of the bed, “I can—“

“You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart.” he interjects, “Let me take care of it.” he hooks a strong forearm around your midsection and gingerly pulls your lower half up off the mattress to slide the pillow underneath, propping you up for him, and he whispers, needy, against the shell of your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you back to sleep, baby, All I want you to do is snuggle up and enjoy it.” you can feel his hips grinding against yours as he tells you, his cock poking against your flimsy panties, and the hand under you slips beneath the waistband to rub your clit in slow, lazy circles. it was incredible to you; even in the dark, while he was needy and getting inside you was the only thing on his mind, he could still find your clit so easy— he could tease the sensitive nub just right. you moan, sleepily. your body wanted to keep resting, but the attention he was giving your core was just stimulating enough to get you wet. “There’s my girl.” he whispers again, feeling your slick start to glue his fingers together. “She missed me, too. I can feel it.” he wasn’t wrong. even as you snuggled against the pillow, your back arched for him, and your hips wanted to rut and ride his fingers.

“Hurry up,” you whine, muffling yourself with the pillow. you cheeks were hot with a blush, even though you knew he couldn’t see. he had to be able to hear the shyness in your soft plea. you were impatient, needy yourself, and you sounded pathetic. “Put it in…” your core throbbed with desire, squeezing around air, and your lower belly was tied in knots. “Obi…”

“I’m coming, sweetheart,” he mutters, his free hand reaching over you to fumble with the bedside table, grasping the knob on the drawer to pull it open. then, he blindly rustles about the contents of a box, retrieving a prophylactic in a chrome wrapper, “just about ready.”

you knew he didn’t much care for condoms, and neither did you. and even though you’d been dating him steady for a while, he always kept them by the bed. he never once forgot to put one on, even when you were so overtaken by lust and the need to feel him that you would beg him to just hurry and fuck you, he would always remember. you’d asked him one time why he even bothered with them at this point; you’d be content to take him raw whenever he wanted, but he’d just kissed the tip of your nose and replied, “I’ll always take care of you first.”

you knew he didn’t want to keep you up, but the longer he took to grip the wrapper with his teeth and tear it open, the more impatient you became, pushing yourself back against his erection to rub against it with a hapless whimper.

“You’re so goddamn cute.” he whispers, eyes dark as he stares down at your drowsy display, dragging your ass slowly against his cock, sliding the rubber onto his length, ensuring it’s snug and secure. then, he shifts again, laying against you once more, using his fingers between your legs to pull your panties to the side whilst the other takes hold of himself by his base and guides the tip to your treasure. the insertion elicits a thick exhale against the back of your neck, Obi is blissed to be able to feel your walls clamp around him, pulling him deeper. you whine, too, that familiar, sweet stretch much slower tonight. “Happy now, sweetheart?” it’s half a tease, half a genuine inquiry; Obi releases himself to reach up and turn your head to the side, planting a soft kiss against your lips when you nod and mumble a happy mhm, “Yeah?” he whispers against your lips, and you nod again, lazily smacking your lips against his mouth to kiss him back. “Me too.” his fingers linger against your cheek, petting it, before he carefully guides it back to the pillow and you nuzzle against it.

you’d been apprehensive at first; you’d not expected to find yourself even drowsier once he was inside you. you thought, for sure, you’d be wide awake, and ready to scream his name until your throat was sore. however, that wasn’t the case at all.

the rhythm he fell into was slow, a lullaby of deep thrusting. he didn’t hit a limit, he didn’t bottom out, and the consistent rocking had your body feeling heavier. sleepier.

“Obi…” you moan, but it’s slurred. drunken.

he allows both of his hands to careen around your body, pulling your pajama top up so he can pepper your shoulders with kisses, before tracing your spine with them, mouth open, panting hot air against your skin and raising goosebumps. “Shh, shhhh,” he replies in a partial moan, “don’t talk, sweetheart. Don’t think… just enjoy it for me.”

you could do that, you thought, allowing yourself to sink, limp, between his massive strength and the sturdy mattress.

“You feel so good, love,” he whispered, kissing wherever he could move your top to find a bare section of flesh, “my best girl, taking me so slow and easy.”

you tried to reply, show some gratitude for all of the praise, but you could only muster a soft, wordless babble as sleep takes hold of you, and claims control over your mind.

“Go ahead,” he urges; Obi must’ve expected you to be fighting it, “go to sleep, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you…” even though his hips twitched, and he so desperately wanted to speed up, to grip your waist and drive himself home over and over until he was dizzy and spent, he doesn’t. he holds that same, slow pace, savoring each thrust and the way the bulging veins on his cock rubbed against your walls, causing them to flutter and tighten.

his jaw tightens, grinding his teeth, one hand gliding down to caress your bent leg from calve to thigh, while the other pets your hair, as if he could never get enough of the feeling of you. and he couldn’t. “That’s it… Gonna give you very, very good dreams tonight, sweetheart.” he coos, feeling your breathing start to even out as you drifted off. in contrast, you clench around him even tighter, a telltale sign that your orgasm is close. his forehead dips to rest between your shoulder blades, closing his eyes. his breathing is ragged, his body wants more, but he wouldn’t dare ruin the softness of your lullaby.

[hoshi-y]

Is it possible to ask for an Obi x Reader love story based on this song??

You can ignore my recent requests or put this one first lololol, sorry for so many today 🙈🤣 ideas just keep coming like 🤯

Was also tempted to ask if this could also be Hanako x Reader cuz this song seems so valid for that situation too 🤣

You don't have to write, but thanks for reading this Hoshi 🙂💕

Ps. Hope you enjoy the song!!

Better than anyone else

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Obi

TW : None

A/N : I think I understood the song HAHAHA But in my power I'll do anything to bring this to life 😱

Sorry it took so long miss chimoto! all I do at home ever since Christmas break is sleep hehe

Also, this might not end up with alot of sense cause I couldn't understand the song BWHAHHAHSHS im sorry 😞

I hope you enjoy 💗

They don't know you the way I do

"Shirayuki.. Have you seen Obi?" The red headed girl turned around, some specks of dirt on her face as she was planting new herbs into the garden "I think he went into the woods" You jumped a little as you didn't see Zen standing by the entry "A little warning wouldn't hurt.. Also what is he doing in the woods at this time an hour" You sighed as Zen snickered

Shirayuki got up and dusted her hands "Zen don't bully them."

"I'm doing no such thing my dear" Zen said as he helped Shirayuki stand up "I was gonna ask you the same thing too [L/N], on what he is doing there. Guards have told me they've seen him come in and out of there frequently"

'Maybe its that again..'

"Apologies, I'll excuse myself for a moment" You jogged out the door "Oh and have fun love birds" You ran out after seeing Shirayukis reddened face

Obi has been going thru a hard time lately. He'd sometimes dissappear in the night and come back in the morning, you know cause you saw him and waited for him to come back

And right now it's one of those nights, you ventured into the woods at the back of the castle looking for him

"Obii!!" You began calling him as you looked at your surroundings

'Dang its so dark..'

You didn't have any type of light source to help you guide yourself thru the woods, It was quite foggy too

"Ooobbiii" You looked up at the trees on anywhere that have a high level ground in hppes you could catch a glimpse of him jumping from one branch to another

Due to the lack of light, you didn't see a fallen log on your way making you trip. Before you could hit the floor two strong arms grabbed you

"What are you doing here? its dangerous" You looked up to see the person you've been looking for the whole day

"Obi.. I was looking for you everywhere this mornin, and this is the last place I haven't checked out yet. So, what are you doing here?"

"Mmm.. Just, taking a late night stroll"

"Liar"

Obi looked back at you, The happy and fun aura was replaced with a serious one "What are ya talking about?"

You frowned "Obi, I know you're going thru a very difficult time right now.. And I want to help you, the least I could do is listen to what's bothering you" Sitting down at the fallen log you pat the unvacant space beside you signaling that you want Obo to sit next to you

Obi without hesitation sat next to you as the both of you stargaze for awhile before he opened up his mouth

"I.. don't want to burden you with listening to my problems [F/N]" His eyes still fixated up at the dotted night sky

"I don't have anything to do tomorrow and the night is still young" You turned to him as he chuckled "You really are stubborn.. But don't complain if I kept you here for too long"

"I won't~"

And just like that, ypu and him spent almost the whole evening together as you listen to his problems, his worries, and his anxiety.

Not alot of people can spot his saddened aura with that big goofy smile and somewhat approachable personality. He has hid to much behind a mask for people to even notice

They thought that whenever he would walk into the woods at night, they'd think he was out patroling

But you know him better than anyone else.

Your best friend

Your childhoof friend

The love of your life. Was crying in your arms

The past haunted him so much that his shell finally broke from the ampunt of tears he could hold back

"It's alright Dear.. Let it all out.." You layed his head on your shoulder as you held him

Even though he also tells his troubles to his fellow friends, you just seem to know him better with his emotions

Better than anyone else

So sleepy, but this burts pf motivation is annoyong so much

I'll fix this in the morning LOL