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roxygen22 · 2 years
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Stretch Marks
CW: Pregnancy (post-partum), body image, foreplay and implied smut.
A/N: This is my first ever Tumblr post. Please be gentle.
Summary: Ben worships your stretch marks (contemporary AU Obi-wan)
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You sat on the edge of the bed in a tank top and underwear, staring at your closet in exasperation. Ben could feel your angst through the Force, so he came upstairs to check on you. "Why so glum, chum?" he asked in an annoyingly chipper voice.
After a quick glare, you responded with a pout. "None of my cute clothes fit anymore." You and Ben were invited out to a Halloween party downtown. You hadn't been "out" in the night scene in more than a year, and lots had changed since then. You were three months post-partum and your body was still adjusting to its new norm. Your mother happily volunteered to watch the twins to allow you and Ben some time away, so you didn't really have a good excuse to bow out. Shopping for clothes had been the furthest thing from your mind, so you rummaged through the closet while the babies napped.
"What about that black number with ruffled sleeves," he asked. It was one of his favorites.
"It's tight across my chest now," you huffed while he eyes flashed and a slight smirk appeared on his face for a fraction of a second. He held himself back from coming closer to cup your breasts in his hand, sensing that you probably weren't in any mood to be physical.
"Ah, yes, well - what about that sparkly, uh...oh, what do you call it? It's stretchy," as he gestured across his chest.
Trying not to laugh at his attempts to be helpful, you responded with a slight chortle, "the bandeau top? Maybe in a previous life, but not now." Probably not ever again. Your eyes dropped to the floor.
He stepped closer to where you were seated on the bed and gently pulled your chin up with his index finger. "What's going on behind those beautiful [y/c] eyes of yours?"
"I...I...don't want anyone looking at my stomach," you said. You got up to face the full length mirror, crossing your arms across your body as if giving yourself a hug. It was never going to look the same again. Thanks to your short stature and waist, your babies had nowhere to grow but out, stretching the skin over your abdomen and hips to near breaking point. You were now branded with reddish-pink scars running down the length of your bulging tummy and wider hips. So much for wearing those unforgiving pre-pregnancy jeans for a while.
Ben came up behind you and set his chin on your shoulder. He placed his hands on your hips, burying his lips into the crook of your neck and slowly inching his fingers under your shirt. "Even me? I'm not just anyone."
"Maybe you, if the lights are dimmed." Your hands stopped his from snaking under your clothes. You and he hadn't been intimate since the babies were born. Life as new parents (x2) had been exhausting, and you really hadn't felt up to it anyway.
Ben spun you around and leaned against the wall, one hand on each side of your head. His nose nuzzled yours for a second, then he stared into your eyes. Gah, those blue orbs were mesmerizing. "But I want to see you."
"Have you really taken a look at me since Ahna and Ashla were born?" You weren't sure how Ben could possibly look at you the same after seeing you in the delivery room spread eagle on the table, legs in stirrups, screaming like a banshee as each of the twins crowned. He had seen a lot in his lifetime, but you saw him grow pale after he snuck a peek, quickly regretting and resuming his focus on your white knuckles threatening to crush his hand. Nevermind all of the leaking afterward...eyes that constantly teared up from the hormonal rollercoaster ride, nipples that oozed with just a whimper from any baby, not just yours, and the war zone between your legs. And then mother nature threw in a period not too long after. You felt gross, and you're not sure how he could possibly think otherwise.
"You don't realize how utterly amazing you are," he sighed, taking your previous spot on the edge of the bed, motioning for you to come sit in his lap. You oblige and sit sideways, your legs perpendicular to his.
He wrapped one arm behind your back and rested the other in your lap, gently stroking your hands that nearly broke his three months prior. "You were breathtakingly beautiful before falling pregnant, but I now have so much more respect for what your body can do. You don't give it enough credit. This body was a vessel for the Force to materialize into not just one, but two new lives. I watched as your body adapted to make a home for our daughters - the very manifestations of our love for each other. It was miraculous. I was left in awe at your body's strength as you delivered them earthside. And this same body continues to nourish them. You were always my angel, Y/N, but now...now you're a glorious goddess in my eyes. A goddess who should be revered."
Ben stood you up, facing him. Once again, his hands started snaking up your shirt. You didn't stop him, so he continued until he pulled it off over your head. His face was at eye level with your tummy. You held your breath, resisting the urge to bring your arms over your abs to hide. Gently, he placed light kisses to the side of your belly button. His fingers traced the length of your stretch marks. Your breath hitched as you felt a familiar warmth spreading through the pit of your stomach and legs.
"Different isn't bad, Y/N. For example, these hips are much more fun to grab and will be great for guiding my thrusts," he playfully growled. Suddenly, Ben flipped you over, wearing a huge mischievous grin on his face. Your back was on the bed and your knees at his hips. He stood over you, looking you up and down. "My goddess." He leaned down to kiss at the bottom of your sternum. You couldn't help but moan lightly. His hands slipped under your back to unhook your bra. After fumbling a bit -- he was never great with bras -- he tossed it to the side. "And these," interrupted by a sultry lick to your right breast, "are a sculpted work of art."
He buried his face between your engorged breasts as you arch your back in response. You noticed how much more space they took up in his large hands. And then you realized...
"Karabast," you muttered.
"What is it, angel?" he asked with a puzzled tone. Then, as if on cue, you heard Ashla begin to fuss over the baby monitor. "Oh...." he said. His head hung down with disappointment, his forehead resting on your collarbone.
"Whelp, duty calls." You rolled to the side to stand up, leaving Ben laying on the bed. You walked into the next room and got the twins settled on the nursing pillow. They stared up at you, and you hoped they'd keep their father's blue eyes.
Ben soon appeared in the nursery doorway, arms crossed, head and shoulder leaning gently against the frame. The fiery playful lust in his eyes had morphed into a loving gleam as he took in the sight of his three loves. You saw an idea dawn on him, and then he stepped away.
You heard shuffling in your bedroom. Within a few minutes, Ben appeared in the nursery with a nursing tank top and black leggings. You raised an eyebrow in confusion mixed with curiosity. He stopped at the doorway and appeared to be distracted by a thought. He held up one finger (silently indicating "hold on") and went back to the bedroom. He returned with one of his green plaid flannel shirts and your black riding boots.
"Here, I think this will look cute on you. Maybe you could tie up the front of my shirt like that one time you paraded around the band hall in college, acting like a farm girl trying to get that trumpet player's attention," his mischievous grin returned.
"Ben Kenobi!" you exclaimed, feigning irritation while grinning, and then shushed yourself after Ahna startled. "I distinctly remember trying to get YOUR attention."
"Well, it worked. It was a good look on you. And now you're stuck with me," he smiled softly and rested his eyes on yours.
"Indeed I am. I can think of worse positions to be in." Ben turned around to go get himself dressed when you said, "Hey, speaking of positions, maybe we can excuse ourselves from the party a little early and finish that conversation we started before we pick up the girls from Mom."
"How can a mere mortal say no to his goddess?" His eyes sparkled with possibility.
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starwarjotta · 7 months
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Day 3 - cloak thankfully Obi-Wan's robe cloak is big enough to wrap around a certain Commander who might've been tossed into the freezing river during a mission oh and when there's a chance to make something even more Codywan? ofc I'll do it, here's a bonus
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it was a long mission, okay
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skialdi · 2 years
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Some family time
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spectral-musette · 2 months
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Drying off after getting caught in a sudden rain squall, he gives her his comparatively dry undertunic and then is all “…well I didn’t think that through, did I?”
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A future forming, a curse undone...
(I decided they deserved a little family vacation to Naboo, as a treat)
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bi-wan · 1 year
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Patreon request made by the lovely @sopherfly , based on a scene in chapter 2 of “The Shadow of a Dream” ❤️.
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captora · 1 year
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Codywan post battle kisses. They just need to feel each other breath.
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padawansuggest · 10 months
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Obi-Wan: Alright, men, what are we thinking right now?
Wooley: *shoved his lil hand up super fast* Oh, me! I got this one, me!
Obi-Wan: *waving his hand over them all* Hmmmmmmm- you. *points to Wooley*
Wooley: *fist pumps* Yes! Okay so I think we should throw Cody a decanting-day party with cheeses.
Obi-Wan: Cheeses?
Waxer: No he’s right, Cody likes cheeses. And caf. I think we should get him an espresso machine.
Obi-Wan: Those are super expensive, I have several contacts I can pout at till they buy me one. Why cheeses? I’ve never seen Cody’s apparently well known love for cheese.
Boil: Yeah, that’s cause he’s scared you’ll think he’s insane.
Obi-Wan: Okay, but, like, is this a fancy stinky cheese thing or is he gonna eat an entire block of store brand cheddar right from the package??? This is news to me and both have to be approached very differently.
Wooley: It’s the stinky one. They’re like SUPER icky but he loves them but he will eat them right from the package with nothing but bread at room temperature.
Obi-Wan: No, no, that’s how those ones are supposed to be eaten.
Wooley: Is gross tho.
Waxer: Idk I think they’re good if the bread is crunchy, but I like the not-as-smelly ones.
Boil: I’ll eat the store brand cheddar right from the block idk man
Obi-Wan: Awesome, I have an idea. Party at Padme’s house, new espresso machine that I’ll get… probably Bail, I haven’t annoyed Bail lately. I’ll get Bail to buy him an espresso machine. You guys get to come with me to look for cheeses, both fancy and store brand, but they will be on separate sides of the room so no one complains. I’m sorry, Boil, but this means you’ll be with Anakin and Ahsoka on the store brand side of the room.
Boil: The price of not smelling that stinky stuff is worth it every time.
Obi-Wan: Awesome. Best decanting-day party ever.
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frostbitebakery · 1 year
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catching feelings
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mayhemspreadingguy · 4 months
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He aches to claw his way inside,
unaware the place is already his.
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starwarjotta · 1 year
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morning kisses <3
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skialdi · 2 years
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A cute Obi-Wan doodle from last month based on that one cute blooper of him and Padme
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spectral-musette · 3 months
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(Been working on this for a while, probably been looking at it too long)
Just some soft vibes of Obi-Wan waking up to watch the sunrise and then getting coaxed back to bed by his lady
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Silly Saturdays 3 - Movie Night
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They are watching "Attack of the Gundarks 3: Mother's Vengeance". Ahsoka got fuzzy socks with starfighters on them and gloves for Life Day and is eating bantha jerky instead of popcorn.
This one is digital, because I stayed home! Not as refined as I would have liked, but my back and arm are murdering me right now, and I know that there is no way I can do much about it without a nice long break. So, this is as good as I can make it with it still being Saturday. Hope everyone has a good day, and see you soon with more art!
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obiscribbles · 10 months
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Week 15 - July 9th, 2023 'Two Men in Love' - The Irrepressibles Spotify / YouTube
As the song says. They’re in love, your honor.
Enjoy~ 🧡
View a week early on my Patreon!
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jeida-chi · 10 months
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Obi-Wan pastel portrait!
reblogs are appreciated ❤️❤️
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