—LOVESICK SWEETHEART

TW: dilf - married - children - dilf flirting with adult - adult flirting back - dilf technically cheating

A/n: this is technically for me because i’m in a situation like this and because i’m not a homewrecker i’ve decided to write short stories instead. shorter story than normal sorry !!!

Y/n paced the floor of the gymnasium underneath the old church, your phone in your hand typing wildly for a good piece of music to dance too. You hadn’t danced in ages, and had already triple checked to make sure that the whole place was deserted before coming back down here. The last thing you wanted was somebody finding you.

Finally, you decided to use the Tangled dance song, heard in one of the market place scenes. You listened too it the first time, letting the beat repeat through your mind before playing it again, going with a bunch of complicated dance steps and spins and you danced around the gymnasium, ending up at the set of double doors. What you didn’t expect however, was to see a very attractive dilf leaning across said double doors, his arms crossed infront of his built chest and a small grin on his face, letting dimples pop out.

“Having fun, are we?” He raised an eyebrow at you and then looked back and where your phone was still playing music. You forgot he lived in the house over, and probably heard your car pull in, fuck.

“I am so sorry- I didn’t mean to pester- I’m sure your wife and family are very busy, and-“

“My wifes not here.” He took a slow step toward you, “and neither are my daughters, through thats not a concern to you.” He took another step and as he did you felt yourself take one back, pinning you against a wall.

“You still didn’t need to come inside-“

“But I did,” he looked down at you, his eyes softening. “and I’m glad I did because I just witnessed the most beautifulest girl dance to the most wonderfulest song and all I could think about was why she wasn’t dancing with me.”

Your mouth dropped open, “but sir,”

He brought his hand to your cheek. “Please, let us forget about my family for just once, please let me just hold you. I need you. I’m getting a divorce with her soon, just please sweetheart, I need you.”

Fitz: ..

Biana: ..

Dex: ..

Tam: ..

Lihn: ..

Keefe: “I could run away to the Never-“

A/N: -small story , nothing special at all, sorry its shorter than usually!-

Summary: its august 1st, aka girlfriend day, and you’re extremely excited, except when you find out that your boyfriend (Kenobi) forgot, or did he?

“Obi! Obi! Wake up!” You bounce excitedly on the bed, today was August first, aka girlfriend day, and since Obi and you had been dating for a little over six months you found it appropriate to celebrate.

“Obi!” You bounced again, accidentally landing on top of him, hearing him let out an “oomph” before opening his eyes and looking up at you. He was so beautiful.

“Darling..” you sighed, preparing yourself for another boring lecture about how you should not bounce on the bed, for the fifth time.

“I’m sorry baby, but this is important!!” You stuck out your bottom lip fake pouting untill he flicked your forehead to make you get off of him so he could sit up.

“Important? What’s so important about today?” You frowned at that, you literally had told Obi just yesterday about what special day it was today. You didn’t think he’d forget.

“Nevermind..” you mumbled getting off of the bed and grabbing your training robes from the hanger in the closet. “I should get going, I still have training today.” You saw your handsome boyfriend nod out of the corner of your eye as you left the room.

You never thought that Obi would forget today. Sure he had a lot of things going on but it still stung, especially when it was important to you. But it seemed that he just didn’t care.

•••

“Obi! I’m back!” You said cheerfully walking back into the room you both shared, training had gone flawlessly and the Masters had let you get out early. “Obi?” You turned the corner to the small kitchen included in your suite to find Obi standing there with a cupcake and gift in his hands.

He chuckled as he saw your face light up, as you ran toward him. “Happy girlfriend day mesh’la.” He put down the two things so you could give him a proper hug, he hadn’t forgotten after all!

“Thank you so much!” You started to tear up again, but not from sadness. “I know you’ve been so busy with missions and I honestly didn’t think you’d remember..”

“Not remember what my darling love has been talking about for weeks now? Never.” He planted a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Open the gift.” He smiled gentle down at you, as you reached over and started to tear off the paper. It was a little black box with silver outlines on it.

“Obi, I don’t understand what is th-“ you stopped when you looked back over and saw him on one knee looking up at you, you almost dropped the box, which thankfully he took from your grasp and opened it to show the most beautifulest ring you had ever seen.

“Y/f/n will you do me the honor and privilege for me to call you my wife, and darling, until we both die..?” He looked at you with hope, with love, and adoribleness, so of course you had to say..

A/n: As requested, here’s finally a normal blog for once. Obi-Wan / Padawan Jedi Female Reader as always. I’m also sorry for not posting a lot recently, I’ve been very busy with real life things going on.

warnings: Anakin being an idiot, Obi-Wan fluff, age gaps, jealousy (Obi), flirting, toxic relationships, food, drinks, pub, fighting, guns, lightsabers (obv). Name used: Angel, which is actually you.

She woke up to a pillow hitting her face, and a giggling Twi’lek standing above her.

“Ahsoka, really? I was already up, you didn’t have to hit me with a pillow.” She chided the younger padawan. “Besides, Master Kenobi said that I didn’t have to do training today because I did extra yesterday.” Ahsoka just shook her head.

“Apparently your master changed his mind, he seems to do that a lot recently. He said to have you up and ready to train in ten minutes, or..” she raised her eye warely.

“Or what Ahsoka..?” the young girl stifled a laugh. Running out of the girls room and into the shared kitchen, Angel slowly following after her.

“Or you’ll be on kitchen duty and not the droids.” Ahsoka smirked, sitting down at on of the bar stools. “And I know how much you love to do kitchen work.”

The girl scoffed, getting a water and juice for the girl, setting it down in front of her. “Ahsoka, we both know that I hate doing any type of work imaginable. My master must have something planned, otherwhys he wouldn’t bribe you to wake me up at this ungodly hour. What’d he use to bribe you anyway?” she raised an eyebrow at the girl sitting across from her.

“Oh you know, the usual, no Anakin for a day, total freedom. Have fun at training!” With that the small girl skipped out of your cabin, still giggling as the doors shut.

She shook her head and walked back to her chambers, if she had to get ready in ten minutes practically five minutes ago, then she would really need to hurry now. As much as her master loved her, he didn’t tolerate lateness.

She put on her robes, brushed her hair and raced out of her cabin as well, startled at seeing her master leaning on the wall waiting for her.

“You’re finally on time, I guess you do see new things every day.” She rolled her eyes walking over to him, taking in how tall he was compared to her.

“Well, you did teach me yourself, master. ‘Lateness cannot be tolerated’” he smirked at her while she quoted what he said three months ago.

“Yes, well, we better get going. Training starts soon, and then we have to go on a mission.” That perked her interest, they hadn’t been on a mission in a long time, and she was unsure why that suddenly changed.

“A mission? Where? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” She flatted down her robes as she walked next to him, smoothing out the wrinkles. “You said you’d keep me updated after that episode at Batuu.” He shook his head, making her stop talking.

“I did tell you Angel, it seems you weren’t listening, again.” He quirked an eyebrow her way, “You seem to be dazing off a lot recently, young one. Do you have anything you need to talk about?”

She shook her head instantly, knowing it would gain suspicion, but she couldn’t tell him the truth. The truth of how whenever she was near him his scent overwhelmed her. The scent of vanilla with parchment and mint. It was a wonderful scent, but didn’t help the thoughts that went through her head when she was around him. Attachments werent allowed, and yet as she watched her master smirk at her she couldn’t help the feelings growing inside her.

If he ever found out, he’d probably get rid of her, kick her out, not want her as a padawan anymore. Which was logical of course. Master Kenobi seemed to keep to the Jedi code to a T. Except for that business with Satine. He said he was over that though.

They finally reached the training room, as she stretched getting ready he leaned again the wall. ‘Kriff, he was attractive.’ Her eyes lazily looking up from where she was staring and was met with a smirk on her masters face, again.

“See something interesting, little one? Now, for training I’m going to have you try to make 20 things float. 5 more than last time. Don’t look at me like that, I’ve seen you lift more than twice your weight before, I know your strong enough.” She huffed, but nodded anyway.

-

“See, I told you that you could do it. I’m so proud of you darling.” She bowed her head in embarrassment to the praise.

“All thanks to you and your teachings, master.” She mumbled, though he still heard, as they walked down the hallway passing a group of padawans around her age.

“Hey, Angel! My place later? We can have some fun..~” it was meant as a joke but Obi still froze, looking over to the group of teenagers, mostly reminding him of Anakin.

“Sorry Luka but I’m not interested.” She rolled her eyes, putting her hand up and walking past them as a bunch of catcalls sounded. Boys would always be boys. Jedi or not.

Obi hurried and followed her, as she turned a corner and finally got to her chambers. “Young one, we need to talk.” He murmured stepping around her and walking into her small place, sitting down at her kitchen.

“If it’s about Luka they’re just a bunch of boys, they were most likely joking.” She rolled her eyes before closing the door. “I’m sorry you had to see that, master.”

“No, that’s not it, I wanted to talk about why you’ve been distracted lately, and don’t tell me it’s ‘nothing’, cause it’s clearly something.” She froze, looking over at him.

“I can’t tell you, master. I’m so-“

“And why not?” He raised an eyebrow at her, “Why can’t you tell me Angel? It’s not a hard question is it?”

“I just can’t-“

“Yes, you can.” He ground his teeth together, “Kriff this.”

He stood up and took a step closer to her.

“What are you doing?” She looking up at him slightly worried, backing into the wall.

(Imo)

This is a VERY random blog, but again I’m to lazy to post a draft I havn’t edited yet so here. Have this random piece of knowledge from my idiotic brain:

Obi Wan: DEF i mean DEF vanilla + parchment + mint I DON’T BELIEVE ANYTHING ELSE YOU GUYS SAY.

Qui-Gon: old spice 100%

Han: yk that strong I MEAN STRONG guy cologne? The shit that makes you gag? Yeah, he smells like that.

Finn: same as Han tbh.

Poe: Vanilla + coconut all the way.

Rey: deodorant.

Kylo: deodorant.

Luke: fruits- cause he’s fruity- no pun intended. Besides my horrible attempt at a joke, strawberries + watermelon.

Padme: pineapple + apples.

Anakin: smoke + weed (no pun intended.)

Snoke: a old grandpa.

Palpatine: old dirty socks + garbage.

Maul: I know he’s bad and people are like: oh, smoke or dirty shit but. Tbh. Mint + fig.

Yes, another Obi x Reader Fiction

Yes, sue me.

This short story includes Satine, so if you hate that bitch then don’t read this. Spoiler: you and Obi end up together at the end.

Warnings: cursing - not eating - overthinking - starvation - denied love - fluff??

Rating: Pg16

A/N: I hate Satine so much for no reason, but since my friend requested this, here you go bestie 🥹.

You sat up from your comfy comforter in your staying room. You were currently on Mandalore looking at some things including attempted assassinations of Satine, and weird staff workers.

Satine said that they found a group of them hiding out on the edge of the sand dunes. Though you suspected that was just to get you away from your Master, guessing that she liked him. He seemed to know her because she invited him to have tea with her while scowling at you.

You didn’t know what you did, apparently being a female insulted her. You kept you and your masters relationship completely platonic, as was the Jedi code, and didn’t care who he dated in the slightest.

Okay, maybe a little bit, but he didn’t care about your relationships with other people so you shouldn’t care about his.

You got up and moved around gathering your few belongings and heading down to the dining hall, already seeing your master and Satine sitting together, holding hands. As soon as your master saw you, you coughed and take his hand away from Satines, while she glared into your soul once more.

“Did you have a good sleep y/n?” Your master cocked his eyebrow at you, taking in your still unbrushed hair and your appearance.

“Yes, master, it was lovely.” you bit back a remark of sass, holding that for later, when Satine wasn’t around you. She just smirked, raking her hand through his hair.

“Well, Kenobi’s going to stay with me incase assassins turn up so you can go and find if their base is by the dunes. Like I said.” Satine sassed at you, rolling her eyes. “Your a Jedi you’ll be fine alone. Right Obi?”

‘Obi..? He said that only I could call him that.’ A flash of hurt went across your face but you quickly masked it. ‘It doesn’t matter, he can do whatever he wants. Even if he disobeys the Jedi code. I don’t care.’

He nodded, looking back at you, “Young one, you’ll surely be fine I suspect? You have grown into a good Jedi, and your trials are in a few months.” another flash of hurt went across your face when you realized he wasn’t going to correct Satine, and only managed to nod your head.

“Yes Master, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” and you left, not even getting anything to eat. You were’t hungry anyway, after seeing that episode with Satine.

You took two of your own clones with you and you three headed out to check the dunes.

“Hey Rex, I was wondering if you knew the relationship between Satine and my master?” You looked over at the older clone tentatively. ‘It can’t be that bad right, it can’t be serious’.

“Well, general, they’ve known each other since young, and Satines had a crush on your master since forever. I suspect he likes her back but can’t do anything because of, you know, the Jedis code and everything.”

You sighed and bit your lip, “Yeah, I guess so, thanks Rex.” you saw him nodded his head and you go back to work checking out the dunes. Apparently it was a lie and there wasn’t a base, the sand hadn’t even seemed to be disturbed for awhile.

“Great, waste of time. I hate this Satine person. She gets on my kriffing nerves!” you kicked some sand like a young kid. “She’s probably off sucking masters face off right now.” you shivered imagining that and kept walking, pushing the thought to the back of your mind.

You finally arrived back, walking down the hallway when you head the words you dreaded.

“Have you said the word, I would have left the Jedi order.”

It was your masters voice, it sounded like the masters voice. You bit your lip to stop sobs from coming out. Was he really considering it?

“Oh Obi, I love you!” you couldn’t stand it, stand him, stand Satines voice. so you ran. away from this. Grabbing your things you raced toward the tiny platform where your X-wing sat.

You put on your helmet as your droid, R-3760 came out, rolling toward you. “I’m leaving Ro, I’m done with this. It was a lie anyway. There was nothing there. Maybe I can convince the counsil to give me my trials early. That way I’m not bothering him anymore.”

“Bothering who?” you froze, you should have known, of course he could sense your force presence, he probably felt the hurt from it and tracked you here.

“Nothing, master.” you watched him flinch of you saying master instead of Obi.

“What’s wrong y/n, you’ve been acting weird all day.” you scoffed, shaking your head. “Kriff off, your staying with Satine, and I’m leaving.” He just stared at you with wide eyes.

“Y/n..” he tried patiently, you ignored him. “y/n..!” he tried again more urgently as you powered up your ship. restraining from crying till you were gone.

“WHAT? What could you possibly want? You love Satine, you get to live here, what else could you possibly want?”

He shock his head, hiding a chuckle, “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want Satine.” you sat there staring at your dashboard, trying to figure out where to go but looked up suddenly.

“You don’t..?” your helmet was on but he could hear the confusion in your voice still.

He shock his head again, “No, young one, you know why?”

You shook your head.

“Because I love you.”

You blinked not believing his words. “You love me? I thought we decided not to fall in love.”

He sighed, walking up to the ship, “Sometimes rules were meant to be broken.”

You could see a small smile rise as you slowly walked toward him. “You really love me, Obi?”

He chuckled bringing you into his chest bringing his lips to yours gently, “Always.”

“Always..?” you questioned looking up at him after the kiss, leaning into him more.

“And forever.” He leaned down and kissed you again lighter. “Now why don’t we get off this miserable planet?” you nodded frantically. He chuckled, wrapping his hand around your waist.

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.

y/n = your name

y/h/c = your hair color

y/e/c = your eye color

y/b/f = your best friend

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.

So she did.

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.”

flashback:

“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.”

she didn’t move.

“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.

end of flashback…

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 meetings.

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..

the hallway guy.

“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.