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aspentreewrites · 9 days ago

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Tripping Along

It’s just the two of them amidst a cacophony of exploding stars and colours, bright and swirling and reacting to every move they make. They are the centre of this perfect, divine universe, and it loves them as much as they love it. Perhaps, Cody thinks, being drugged by that plant is the best thing to have happened to them in a long while. Returning from a scouting mission, Obi-Wan and Cody happen upon a botanical discovery with... interesting effects. Cody decides that it's exactly what they needed - an opportunity to relax, to show his lover some gentleness they've both been in desperate need of.

Link to read on AO3 here!

Pairing: Codywan

Rating - Explicit

Wordcount - 5.4k

Tags/Warnings and full fic under the cut!

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Tags/Warnings: Explicit sexual content and language, accidental drug use (but the ensuing sex is very consensual), established relationship, service top cody & bottom obi-wan, porn with feelings

A/N: It's my 24th birthday and I'm choosing to publish incredibly self indulgent smut to celebrate <3

Is it smut as an excuse for a character study, or a character study as an excuse for smut? Much to think about.

This work was entirely inspired by the song 'Tripping Along' by The Decemberists (give it a listen if you fancy a reading companion)! Shout out to Colin Meloy for writing so many good songs about incredibly specific intimate situations.

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It had been - initially, at least - purely a matter of scientific inquiry.��

Obi-Wan had never seen a flower like it before - the tall stalk, the vibrant colours - they’d caught his eye while they were on their way back to the camp from a fairly routine scouting mission.

It was just the two of them, and Cody had been more than happy to indulge the Jedi’s curiosity. The last few days of the campaign on this planet had been stressful, to say the least, and something in a very weary Obi-Wan had lit up at the sight of the plant - Cody couldn’t have told him no if he’d tried.

Together, they had tried (keyword being tried) to prise out one of the seedpods nestled amongst the petals without damaging the rest of the plant, for the Jedi to study later.

Unfortunately for them, it hadn’t been all that simple.

The second they had successfully dislodged one of the seed pods, the plant had closed itself up quickly - but not before it let out a puff of some kind of gas as a defence mechanism.

The two had stumbled back a few steps, coughing and spluttering. Outside of the foul aftertaste, though, it had seemed harmless enough at the time. Obi-Wan had even checked them both over in the Force to try and detect any poison, just in case.

… And now, here they are.

Though, come to think of it, Cody’s not entirely sure where ‘here’ is, actually.

He’s a few steps ahead of Obi-Wan as they walk, making his way up onto the crest of a hill he thinks they must have come over earlier - logically, they must have done - but it looks entirely alien to him.

Alien. That’s an odd concept. Everything on this planet is alien, in a technical sense. He looks down at the grass, frowning in thought. Why is it he’d decided to climb this hill, exactly?

His brain, Cody thinks distantly, is not quite as sharp as it usually is.

“... Cody,” Obi-Wan’s voice comes from a little way behind him.

Cody, a little confused, wonders for a moment if he’s always seen colours floating through the air as his General speaks, or if that’s something that’s just happening right now. He can’t remember. “I rather believe our interesting botanical discovery earlier might have contained some properties that are a little–”

Cody’s knees buckle underneath him, finding himself fixated on the way the meadow flowers are… dancing, amidst the grass.

“-- psychoactive.”

Cody blinks slowly.

The information makes sense, he rationalises, but he’s entirely sure what he can do with it. The raw facts of the situation are all, at this moment, feeling rather abstract.

He should probably ask Obi-Wan something practical, like if they’re in danger of being ambushed while in such a state, or if they need to radio immediately for pickup from their unit. He certainly intends to.

What actually comes out of Cody’s mouth when he opens it to speak is:

“The grass is soft.”

He looks back at Obi-Wan, who seems to be staring his way with barely concealed amusement.

“Is it, now.”

Cody nods. He wants to sink down into it, perhaps even sleep. He is, after all, so very tired after today. “Yeah.”

Obi-Wan softly makes his way over, ever-graceful in his steps, and kneels down beside Cody. With a thoughtful hum, he reaches out a hand to run his fingertips across the blades of grass below. His eyes widen, and he lets out a quiet sound of surprise.

“So it is,” he murmurs, wonder filling his tone.

Cody’s not entirely sure how long the two of them stay there, observing the meadow around them with far more reverence than strictly necessary. He’s never noticed before just how nice it is to feel the solid ground under his palm, how pleasant the feeling of a gentle, cool breeze is against his skin.

He’s only broken out of his reverie by the sound of Obi-Wan speaking into his comm-link, informing the team back at the base that their scouting mission has concluded, a little earlier than anticipated.

“Copy that, General,” comes the swift response. The crackles of the radio are unusually harsh to Cody’s ears. He’d rather not hear them, he decides. Not for now. “Will you still be returning in the morning, or are you headed back now?”

Neither of them rush to respond to the query. Obi-Wan stares over at Cody, and the two hold one another’s gaze for a long moment.

“I should… flush it out,” Obi-Wan murmurs. Slowly, he lays back on the grass with a sigh, his eyes tracking the sky above them. Cody follows the path of his gaze, idly watching the way the stars glow and blur in his vision, weaving themselves into constellations both unknowable and ethereal.

Cody is not a particularly religious man.

The clones had been taught of the oversoul, of the Manda that Fett’s people believe in, but it never particularly resonated with him as something true.

In death for the Republic comes glory, he doesn’t dispute that, but in his mind, it’s not a requirement for a soul. It can’t be.

All beings, Cody had decided at a young age, must harbour a connection to the divine, if such a thing even existed. The alternative option, a so-called ‘God’ that picks and chooses who is worthy, is something he wouldn’t be interested in appeasing anyway.

That being said, if the heavens so many religions speak of are, in fact, real, then they’re above the two of them right now, twinkling overhead and promising quietly to keep this small moment of rebellion a secret.

Nothing else exists in this small pocket of existence but them, the stars, and the endless meadows below. It’s a beautiful rarity, far from the inescapable bustling of Coruscant and the chaos of the battlefield.

The idea of Obi-Wan bringing this to an end suddenly feels almost unbearable.

“They won’t miss us. We’re not needed back until dawn, anyway,” he proposes softly.

They both need to relax - desperately, in fact. The war has never once been ‘easy’, not for a moment, but these most recent weeks have brought more obituary reports and unyielding nightmares than usual.

Obi-Wan turns his gaze on Cody, his eyes reflecting the millions of lights overhead. Cody momentarily forgets how to breathe.

“A Jedi is not supposed to be… compromised in such a way,” Obi-Wan eventually replies, though there’s a tinge of regret in his tone that belies how much he wishes they could stay like this, too.

It suddenly occurs to Cody that perhaps it is his mission, ordained by the Stars above themselves, to convince the Jedi to actually allow himself to indulge in relaxation for once. Obi-Wan needs this, and it’s frustrating him that he can’t see that, too.

Cody realises that he’s not entirely sure how to go about persuading the man before him, especially with his usual faculties of speech a little lost from him. His mind is made up, though, so as with any negotiation, he begins by stalling.

Carefully, he shuffles himself closer on the grass, leaning down over the Jedi who follows each movement with lidded, hazy eyes. Gods, he’s pretty like this - none of that usual tension that bleeds into every breath and word, bathed in the moonlight like the men on the covers of those pulp holonovels that Woolley secretly keeps a stash of in his bunk.

Cody slowly dips his head, pressing a languid, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his Jedi’s neck. The taste of his skin sends a shiver down Cody’s spine, something he can usually lose himself in entirely, even without the help of the plant’s effects.

In this heightened state, it’s all he can focus on.

Obi-Wan sucks in a quiet breath, tilting his head back in a silent encouragement for Cody to continue.

“Can you let go of what a Jedi should be, should do…” Cody murmurs between kisses, his voice low, breathless. “For just a few hours?”

Beneath his lips, he feels the other man still, warring with himself as he always is. His mind, Cody knows, is no doubt filled with the voices of every authority he has ever known, telling him how she should be acting, what the proper thing to do would be.

Time to negotiate a little harder, then.

Cody gently bites at his throat, promptly soothing the sting with his tongue. His efforts earn him a sharp gasp, the Jedi arching his back ever so slightly into the sensation.

All that is, is the scent of Obi-Wan filling his nostrils, the salt of his sweat on his tongue.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan breathes, “Force above.” One of his hands comes up to tangle in the curls at the nape of Cody’s neck, gently running through the strands there. The feeling seems to reverberate through Cody’s very being, both soothing and arousing all at once.

With great effort, he pulls himself back to meet Obi-Wan’s gaze - much darker than it was before, his lashes low and pretty over those beautiful eyes.

“Please, Obi-Wan,” Cody says, more than willing to cast aside his pride to plead with him for this. This moment feels far too important to just let go of, now. “Let me take care of you.”

I need to take care of you, too, are the unspoken words that echo in Cody’s head - he’s sure the Jedi can sense them anyway. I need it like I need air.

At Obi-Wan’s hip, his comm-link buzzes again, shattering the moment. The boys back at the base need a response, and Cody’s out of time to make his case.

Obi-Wan watches Cody for a long moment, his still-hazy eyes searching for an answer. Cody meets his gaze unflinchingly, his expression as imploring as he can make it.

With a heavy sigh, the Jedi reaches for his comm-link and activates it. Cody holds his breath.

To Obi-Wan’s credit, his words only barely come out slurred. “Expect us back in the morning as initially planned, Waxer. There’s more here that we need to explore - we’ll be in contact if we need a pickup before then.”

“Copy that, General. We’ll see you then.”

The hush that ensues falls over them like a warm blanket on a winter’s night. Cody feels his shoulders drop, exhaling in relief as the decision is made.

He smiles, gently nudging Obi-Wan to lay back down against the grass again. The Jedi still looks a little guilty, opening his mouth to speak, but Cody swallows his words with a kiss before he can get them out.

Bracing his forearms on the grass below, he gently cages Obi-Wan in below him; a promise of safety, an affirmation that in this moment, there’s nothing to feel guilty of, no reason to be afraid.

Cody’s entire body feels like it’s floating at the sound of the soft sigh his Jedi lets out into the kiss, the way Obi-Wan’s hands weave into his hair and pull him ever closer.

“No thoughts,” Cody mumbles against his lips as they finally break for air, both breathless and wanting. “No… planning, no strategising, no need to be anything but a man. Just for now. Okay?”

Obi-Wan’s fingers tighten a little in Cody’s hair as he blinks languidly up at him, clearly still fighting against the way the drug wants to pull him down under the waves. Cody resolves to remedy that soon, but all things in good time.

“I… could be amenable to that,” Obi-Wan murmurs.

Ever the eloquent negotiator, even in a situation such as this. Cody lowers his lips to Obi-Wan’s ear, relishing in the way the other man shivers in response.

“I’m curious,” he begins quietly, pressing a chaste kiss to his hair. “How does the Force feel right now?” Cody shifts his weight onto one of his forearms to free up a hand. With it, he wanders, smoothing down Obi-Wan’s robes with a light touch.

The Jedi hums, his eyes returning to the stars overhead. The faintest of smiles tugs at his face, awed and reverent. Cody continues his gentle exploration, tracing idle patterns against the fabric at Obi-Wan’s hip.

“Tangible,” Obi-Wan answers in a hushed tone. “Everywhere. Like I can almost see it in the air.” He closes his eyes, his expression shifting to one of utter peace, as it often is when he’s in deep meditation. Finally letting go, like he needs to. Good.

Never let it be said that Cody doesn’t seize an opportunity when it arises.

His hand slips less-than-innocently to Obi-Wan’s inner thigh, adding subtle pressure as he rubs small circles with his thumb.

“And how about now?” he asks softly.

Obi-Wan’s eyelids flutter, letting out a breath.

“Darling, I…”

Cody splays out his palm, pressing the heel of it against Obi-Wan’s groin.

The Jedi gasps, hips twitching at the unexpected contact, and Cody presses a kiss to the shell of his ear before drawing back.

“Answer the question, dear,” he breathes, his tone sweet and honeyed - a direct contrast to the heat of his actions.

“Like a supernova,” Obi-Wan mumbles, his eyes snapping open, fixated on Cody as if he contains the essence of the very universe itself. “Cody…”

Cody feels a heat coil low in his gut. He’s never sure what to do with the adoration that so often clouds his lover’s gaze - so pure and uncomplicated, as if he deserves such a thing.

It’s been the biggest thing he’s struggled to reconcile with throughout the length of their relationship so far; that feeling of being wanted. Of being desired to be by someone’s side, not because of his abilities in battle, nor for any strategic purpose - but simply because they want him to be.

It’s utterly foreign to him. The complete opposite of everything he was told to be possible when he was younger. A clone does not get to love.

… And yet, here he is. The hallucinogenic seems to magnify the emotion that swells through him like a wave.

“You’re so beautiful,” Cody whispers past the sudden lump in his throat, continuing to palm the growing hardness beneath Obi-Wan’s robes.

The Jedi whines at the praise - a sound that had fascinated Cody the first time he had heard it, so long ago now, and still serves to be just as satisfying now.

“And so sensitive,” he adds, unable to keep the amusement out of his tone. Obi-Wan, despite very clearly not being himself right now, manages to level him with an almost-pout.

“You would forgive me for any– ah, Stars– perceived overreactions, were you experiencing what I am right now, love,” Obi-Wan manages.

Cody decides quietly that he would like very much to take away his ability to use that coherent, clever tongue, the sooner the better. He’s using far too many words for someone who should be an utter mess right now.

With some effort, Cody pulls back (pointedly ignoring the sound of protest this elicits from Obi-Wan), and carefully begins to peel away Obi-Wan’s robes.

It is a tenet of the Jedi Order it seems, to Cody’s mind at least, to instill their members with an unabiding and lifelong love of over-complicated uniforms. (Dressing oneself, Obi-Wan had told him once, is a time for a Jedi to meditate - to connect to the Force first thing in the morning).

Over the months, Cody has learnt enough tricks to keep from fumbling - the most efficient ways to quickly divest his lover of all of those bothersome extra layers. In fact, he’s fairly sure he could do it blindfolded at this point.

With each inch of skin revealed to him, Cody feels himself brought further and further under by the pull of the drug coursing through his system. He gives himself over to it willingly, pressing the pad of his thumb gently against the pulse point in Obi-Wan’s neck and marvelling at the flutter of the pulse beneath it. So delicate. So perfect.

“Fuck, you’re…” his hand trails further down, pushing apart the fabric to reveal the curls of hair at Obi-Wan’s chest, dragging his fingers through it with a touch that might be considered reverent, were it not so sinful. “Exquisite.”

Cody shifts so his other hand can cradle Obi-Wan’s jaw gently, lovingly, while he explores at his leisure.

Obi-Wan exhales slowly, pressing his cheek against Cody’s palm and letting his eyes flutter closed, his expression one of pure bliss. His hair is unruly, his cheeks flushed, looking every bit the image of the debauched, fallen Jedi as he tries to catch his breath.

It’s intoxicating, and Cody revels in the fact that he gets to be the one who can do this to the usually unflappable Jedi Master.

Sudden emotion surges within him once again, this time a deep sense of wonder at the trust that Obi-Wan places in him so readily. Cody silently vows to do right by that trust, now and always, if he is to be allowed such a privilege.

He takes a moment to pause in his explorations, tracing the lines of scars he’s long since memorised, worshipped ardently at the altar of in stolen moments between battles. Mesh’la. Beautiful. Two languages aren’t enough to describe him.

The Commander kisses his General once more, his tongue dragging over his lower lip before slipping inside the other man’s mouth.

Stars above, he tastes so sweet. Cody’s whole body feels like it’s on fire, his nerves tingling as stars burst behind his eyelids.

The sheer passion of the moment, the relief of being able to shed their duties entirely and surrender to this strange type of oblivion, combine to become something altogether further than ecstasy.

He licks into Obi-Wan’s mouth like a man starved, unable to hold back his desires any longer. He’s dimly aware of his own body reacting to the heat of the moment, his codpiece feeling unreasonably tight, but he dismisses the thought for now. He wants to - has to - focus on his lover first. He wants to ruin Obi-Wan, so thoroughly and completely that when the time comes for them to join as one, the Jedi won’t be able to think of anything but Cody’s name.

The thought is enough to steal the breath from his lungs.

Cody’s wandering hand dips further, down to Obi-Wan’s waistband, toying with the fabric idly.

The likelihood of anyone stumbling across them on this hilltop, miles from civilisation and far from their base, is miniscule, but he still pulls back from the kiss to watch his Jedi’s expression intently for any sign of hesitation, of uncertainty.

Finding none, Cody gently tugs down the fabric, his eyes falling to the real focus of his attentions now. Stars above, but Cody is lost.

Obi-Wan’s cock hangs heavily as it’s freed from his clothes, already hard and lazily drooling precome from the tip. Cody can’t suppress the shudder of pure, electric desire that moves through him at the sight.

With practiced skill, he takes him in hand, stroking his palm down and gently squeezing him at the base. A satisfied smirk flits across his face as he hears Obi-Wan gasp sharply, feels the way he pulses under his fingers.

This is normally where he would tease, if they had found themselves with enough time to spare back aboard The Negotiator - drag his fingers a little too lightly up the underside, trace each vein delicately until Obi-Wan is a panting, writhing mess beneath him, begging for more oh-so prettily.

… But with the way he feels in this moment, Cody doesn’t think he has the patience to wait.

He begins to stroke Obi-Wan’s length, up and then down rhythmically, at a languid and unhurried pace to begin with. He watches, spellbound, as the muscles of the Jedi’s abdomen ripple and tighten with his fight to control his breathing.

Cody twists his wrist as he pumps, taking advantage of the way Obi-Wan’s jaw goes slack with a soft moan to press his thumb into the Jedi’s mouth. Obi-Wan accepts it gratefully, his eyes heavy and lidded as he meets Cody’s gaze once more.

The world falls away.

He doesn’t know how long the two of them stay like that, staring at one another with panting breath and pupils blown wide, but he only registers that he’s increased the pressure and speed of his hand when Obi-Wan lets out a particularly needy whimper. Cody slips his thumb from the Jedi’s mouth, allowing him to speak.

“Cody,” - Stars, his voice sounds absolutely shattered - “please, I need–”

Obi-Wan trails off with a gasp as Cody traces a thumb over his slit, smearing precome over the head of his cock. It twitches in his grasp, every little gasp and shake telling Cody that he’s close.

Cody’s smirk, he’s sure, is positively wolfish as he leans down over the ragged Jedi. “Hm?” he prompts, tilting his head innocently. “What was that? Use your words, darling.”

He knows Obi-Wan well enough to be sure that if he had more of his wits about him, he’d be scowling (or attempting to scowl, at the very least) at such a condescending comment. Obi-Wan relishes submitting, but he never gives himself over too quickly, if he can help it.

In this state, however, it seems he’s powerless to resist. His hips buck and he practically keens. “Please…” he repeats, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily. When they reopen, Cody feels dizzy with the weight of the sheer need he sees in them. “I need you inside me.”

The swirling colours around them glow brighter, the cosmic dust in the air collapsing and being born anew into countless galaxies as Cody’s mind utterly blanks.

He feels himself throb, achingly hard and neglected under his armour as he stares, wide-eyed, at the obscene beauty of the man beneath him.

Withdraws his hand, he leans down to capture Obi-Wan’s mouth in a searing kiss, groaning as the Jedi sucks at his tongue in return.

“Yes,” he finally manages as they part, his trembling hands working clumsily at unclasping his armour. “That’s my good boy. I’ll give you what you need.”

Obi-Wan helps him with removing each piece until he’s stripped down to his blacks, tugging impatiently at his shirt the second he has the opportunity. Cody would tease him for being so eager, but for once he’s just as desperate.

He kneels down in front of the Jedi, who props himself up on his elbows to watch Cody remove his belt with darkened, lust-drunk eyes.

The wanton moan that leaves Obi-Wan’s lips as Cody removes his underwear, tossing it to the side, is one that, understandably, goes straight to his ego. The Jedi’s eyes are fixated between Cody’s legs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and his breath coming a little faster.

Cody always likes this look on his lover. It’s almost blasphemous, to reduce a Jedi to such a state - but if it is a sin, it’s a sin he revels in, wholeheartedly.

“How are your hips?” Cody asks softly, trying to keep himself together enough to check in. His voice sounds hoarse, even to his own ears, his tone slightly shaking with the effort of holding himself back.

Obi-Wan, dishevelled and dazed, looks up to meet Cody’s eyes again, taking a moment to process the question, and then the intent behind it. It seems to be a difficult task for him to gather his words together.

“Well enough to take me as you please,” he answers, hushed and equally unsteady.

Neither of them are particularly young men, in body. The flexibility needed for certain positions is not as much of a given as it once was, but in their line of work, age is a privilege and not a promise. There’s a strange joy in getting to the point of creaking joints and aching bones - Cody will never say he wishes they were younger.

He nudges Obi-Wan's legs apart, settling between them. Their bodies, sweat-slicked, press close as Cody dips his head to kiss him once more, groaning at the feeling of their cocks sliding against one another between their bodies.

“You’re sure?” he murmurs, cupping the other man’s face with a calloused hand, sweeping a thumb over his cheek.

It’s almost an indescribable feeling, but if Cody were to try and put it into words, he might say that flowers are blooming in his chest, his body a propagator for a whole garden of vibrancy, fed by the love he feels for his man. It’s as if every moment of love, of longing, of want that he’s ever felt has been concentrated into a single point, blossoming outwards within him now.

“I’m sure,” Obi-Wan affirms, smiling up at him with such softness it threatens to tear his heart asunder.

Cody wonders what it is that Obi-Wan is feeling throughout all of this. Something equally as profound, he hopes - by the euphoric look on his face, it certainly seems like it.

With a final kiss, he draws back, carefully hooking Obi-Wan’s legs over his shoulders.

Helix, Cody is certain, would kill the both of them on the spot if he knew they were making use of their bacta reserves to act as lube, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“I’ll go slow,” he promises.

Obi-Wan cries out as Cody slowly breaks him open, his fingernails digging into the skin of Cody’s back and dragging across the skin in an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain. Cody isn’t sure he’s ever felt more alive than he does in this moment.

It’s an experience that borders on the sublime; pushing into his lover until he bottoms out, his entire vision overtaken by ethereal, abstract hallucinations as his entire nervous system goes into overdrive.

Each drawn out thrust of his hips, dragging himself nearly fully out before sliding slowly back in, has Obi-Wan clinging to him tighter. He feels divine, his warmth surrounding Cody, enveloping him completely. Cody may be the one who takes charge more often in their intimate moments, but the feeling of complete and utter safety goes both ways.

“Force, Cody, Cody…” Obi-Wan pants, his voice wrecked and getting progressively more and more pitched with each desperate movement.

Cody presses their foreheads together, sharing a single breath between them. It’s the only grounding sensation in a galaxy that’s spinning wildly away from them, drowning them under the force of its waves. He’s no longer sure if the pulsing he feels in his veins is from the plant’s effects or from the pure, unbridled lust he’s feeling - the two have become long since inextricable, now.

“I love you,” he whispers. His whole body shudders in pleasure, and he lets out a strangled, breathless gasp. “Stars, I love you so much.”

He isn’t certain if it’s a vision courtesy of his addled state, or if it’s actually real, but he sees tears slip down Obi-Wan’s cheeks. Mesh’la. Perfect.

“I love you too,” his Jedi whispers in response, wholly broken, desperate.

Both of their bodies are trembling, careening ever closer to that inevitable, blissful edge.

Cody is very aware of how close he is to coming apart at the seams, but he needs to see Obi-Wan through first. Each gasp of air helps him to hold on a little longer, but he knows it won’t be long.

He reaches down between them, wrapping his hand around Obi-Wan’s length again and stroking him with urgency.

“Be a good boy, darling,” Cody grits out, swallowing Obi-Wan’s ensuing whimper with a rough, needy kiss. The Jedi’s back arches, and Cody takes advantage of the new angle to thrust into him harder, chasing that mind-numbing pleasure he knows is so close that it's practically tangible for the both of them. “Come for me.”

Obi-Wan’s body convulses instinctively at the order, spilling over Cody’s hand and clutching so tightly to him that they may as well be one singular being rather than two.

The sensation of his muscles tightening around him has Cody following so suddenly he has no time to prepare for it, the Commander letting out a sob of pure bliss as he presses his face into the crook of his lover’s neck, riding out their orgasms together in a haze of pure elation.

The galaxy explodes, but they are untouched. Perfect, transcendent, locked in their eternal embrace.

They lie there like that for an unknowable amount of time, their bodies still connected and twitching with the occasional aftershock.

Blinking slowly, Cody’s senses begin to return to him, piece by leisurely piece. A cool breeze passes over the hilltop, making him shiver. Dazed, he remembers that he has a physical form, and that said physical form is… cold. Ah, right. They’re in the middle of an open meadow, in the absolute dead of night. Clothes… might be a good idea.

He presses a kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple before pulling out. The Jedi lets out a quiet whine at the sensation, grunting as his legs are able to finally unfold, returning to their normal position.

“You alright, love?” Cody asks with a sympathetic wince, passing him his robes.

Obi-Wan hums, slowly pulling himself up into a sitting position with a quiet hiss of pain. The smile he gives Cody, however, is radiant.

“Better than I’ve been in weeks, darling,” he murmurs sincerely. “A few aches and pains are–” he exhales slowly as he rolls his shoulders, attempting to alleviate the discomfort that’s built up in them. “... Are very worth it for something like that.”

He reaches over to capture Cody’s wrist, bringing his hand to his lips and brushing a chaste kiss to his knuckles - a markedly demure gesture, given the nature of the indecency they were engaged in just minutes ago.

“You were right, my dear. I did need that. And it seems you did, too.”

Cody just smiles in response, quietly shuffling over behind him to help him with the intricate process of re-affixing his robes in the intricate way he likes, the action second nature to him now. Once they’re done, Obi-Wan helps Cody with his armour, gathering the various pieces that have been strewn about the meadow haphazardly and attaching them with a gentle hand, peppering kisses to his skin as he goes.

“... There we are. Last piece,” he says softly once they’re done. He offers a hand out to help Cody up, which he takes gratefully.

Slowly, the two begin the ambling walk down the hillside, neither man in any particular rush to get back. A sense of satisfaction and contentment fills the air between them - the tension that had seeped through them before a thing of the past.

“It’s funny,” Cody says suddenly, breaking the silence a little ways into the stroll. The moon of this planet is bright, lighting the path ahead of them comfortably without the need for the artificial flashlight of his visor. “It seemed to… wear off, all of a sudden. At the end. I’m not sure why that is.”

Obi-Wan hums thoughtfully, passing a hand over his beard as he considers his answer. “I wondered at that, too,” he murmurs, casting a glance Cody’s way. “I expect it has something to do with the release of oxytocin altering the potency of the plant’s effects, but I can’t say for certain.”

The two share a smile.

“Well…” Cody murmurs, his hand finding his Jedi’s and interlinking their fingers. “If we needed to experiment with it more to be sure, it wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

Obi-Wan gasps and raises a brow, faux-scandalised. “My dear Commander,” he says, shaking his head in reproach, though his eyes dance with amusement. “Surely you’re not suggesting a Jedi Master indulge in something so… forbidden?”

Cody shrugs, a playful glint entering his eye. “Well, I mean, if it was in the name of science…” he suggests, innocently.

The Jedi laughs softly at that, squeezing Cody’s hand. “We’ll see,” is all he says.

Cody grins, feeling more relaxed than he has in a long time.

It’s definitely not a ‘no’ He’ll take it.

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A/N: No beta readers this time, so instead I'll give a shout out to my wonderful fiancee for helping me with um. research!

This was my first time writing anything nsfw, so I really hope it was all okay!! Thank you so much for reading <3

#aspentreewrites #codywan #codywan smut #cody x obi wan #my fics #commander cody x obi wan #smutfic #star wars fanfiction #aspentree after dark

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salaminus · 6 months ago

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Rex & Cody and the unclear connection points

Summary:

Rex and Cody recently got Natborns on the ship who are actually civilians and of course they can spawn randomly in the galaxy, not to mention they have some potential for anything that can burn. Time for a briefing

Non-native speaker, pleaser bear with me.

Masterlist

Rex has two headaches. One is called Anakin Skywalker, is practically the same age as him in Natborn years, wields a glowstick and has never landed a ship without it being destroyed. The second is a baby Jedi edition with pointy teeth and an even pointier tongue - small, so small, so inexperienced, so eager to learn, but.... SMALL! And of course it comes after the first headache, Rex never has it easy. There was even a song written about it, 'I like it rough' by Lady Gaga - Rex recently got one of those strange cell phone devices, packed with music from an alien planet, which he listens to while typing reports. And he makes playlists, depending on his mood, the 'Headache' series in gradations from one to four. Playlist Two-three-quarters is currently playing, blaring out of the small device on the metal plate, next to a crooked tower of datapads. Framed in a really picturesque way, a few more are scattered across the plate, always nicely lined up, as straight as possible, because Rex doesn't like clutter.

The only thing that doesn't fit into the picture is the bottle, the liquid in it is dark red, a strange contrast to the other light and dark gray in the cabin, especially as it glows because it illuminates the lamp above the desk. Rex has thrown his legs up on the table - the door is closed, no one can see him like this and that's a good thing - and rubs his temples with one hand before stretching and reaching for the bottle. A very slow movement, as he still has a datapad on his thighs that he doesn't want to drop. The display grins at him, the grooves roll down gently, always at the same regular intervals, spreading a cold blue-white light - because there's nothing there. He hasn't typed a single letter yet, there isn't even a heading because he has deleted it.

Education - inappropriate, doesn't hit the nail on the head, too complicated, raises too many questions. Nici and Jojo - sounds like porn, he'll never save it anywhere where Wolffe can find it and make stupid comments. Natborn operating instructions - See above, this is even worse. Rex must know, he knows his vod'e, even Bly howls with laughter at the title and he wasn't really susceptible to dick jokes. My fourth headache - If a Medic somehow reads this, Redcross will annoy him again. He can actually ignore him, but recently there's a younger brother in the medbay (Kix, because their names are the same length and share a letter, Rex likes him) and he flinches every time he pulls the Medic title, but he does (and Rex doesn't like that).

Cody's problem - Would be lying, it's his own, because OF COURSE they didn't show up on the Negoiator, no, no, no, they showed up on the Resolute. Of course.

For now, Rex puts the bottle on and takes a big swig, even if the alcohol burns his mouth out and brings tears to his eyes - it's the weird stuff his boys have been brewing lately, he urgently needs to do more routine inspections in the barracks, otherwise they'll flood the ship and that won't end well. According to the regulations, alcohol is forbidden on duty, on the ships, on all GAR equipment. Luckily Rex is always on duty. Carousing assholes. A little absently, he shakes the bottle gently in his hand, listens to the clear liquid gurgling, then places it on the edge of the table next to his ankle. What a risk, what a danger, he of all people, the rule-abiding captain, rebels in his old age, becomes careless, not at all Cody's little nerd. Kriffin' hell. If Fox knew that, his eyes would pop out. Speaking of Fox. Rex grabs the right-hand datapad - his own, he can even feel it through his gloves, every groove on it, the light scratches. The painted Jaig Eyes, he can't, although there's even a second pair of them by now (If he already has a Natborn who is gifted at drawing who's getting on his nerves, he might as well use that, to the prime with you, Kote!)

The commander chat is empty, no new messages after the last flood of fraternal insults, Rex has to tap the arrow key a little until the chat with Fox pops up. He hasn't read the last twenty messages either (he probably doesn't even know how to do that), not that it would stop Rex from sending him another stupid holonet picture. At the same moment, the name at the top of the chat gets fat - WhatdoestheFoxsay - He says get karked is ONLINE. What's going on here? Rex is about to send him a middle finger when the door next to him shoots open- "Fuck you, Cody, you're late." He is, way late, probably his stupid ori'vod was banking on Rex already having this thing ready. Uhh, I'm marshal commander, Rex, the responsibilities, you have to understand me... Yeah, no. On principle, Cody isn't looked at, at least until the commander leans over Rex's feet and grunts as he grabs the bottle Rex confiscated for himself. "Get your own booze, what do you have Ghost for!" "Get your feet off the table, you rag." First stealing alcohol and then getting cheeky, that's what Rex likes. Cody should know better, of all people he knows how Rex deals with this sort of thing and yet he drinks far too relaxed - at least until Rex elbows him in the stomach. Cody gasps, tears his eyes open, actually spits booze, goes down on his knees for a millisecond - ever so slightly, but Rex has seen it and can't help but laugh. "Where's your cover, what's wrong with you?" Very slowly, Cody raises the hand he's holding the bottle in, wipes the back of his hand as he stares at Rex, the semi-evil Cody look Jojo likes to call "Sauron himself". Whoever that is, the image of a glowing red eye on a tower presented to him didn't help much - speaking of Jojo. The problem part one, the reason Rex is sitting here, and Cody should be here, but he's a nasty Hutt and is, once again, late. However, Cody is of the opinion to remind Rex of his marshall commander rank, he fixes Rex again without blinking, the head slightly tilted. "Are you getting cheeky, vod'ika?" There were times when Rex was really a bit scared of him. He was three then, now he's twelve, soon to be thirteen - which Cody seems to like to forget, as well as that they have the same training, only Rex, because he was planned as a CT, didn't become a commander and won't be because his Jedi has a Padawan. Because Rex only folds his arms behind his head and smiles compassionately at his ori'vod, Cody bares his teeth for half a second. "Oh, you asked for it, karking little shit...!"

And then he leaps forward, throwing himself at Rex with all his weight before Rex can get the blaster out of the holster. "You don't stun me, don't stun me, Rexi!" He's totally going to do that, Cody will see, for now they roll around on the ground, trying to pin each other, before Cody goes limp all at once and just stays on Rex's chest like he's a pillow. "I'm getting too old for this shit, why did I train you again..." So that they can now both sit side by side in front of Rex's bunk, legs stretched out, the questionable bottle between them. It's half empty by now, Cody's eyes are glassy, Rex's own are certainly glassy too, but he can't see that. However, he can already see his vo'd, who has rested his head on Rex's leg and is scratching the bridge of his nose, just like the datapad in Cody's hand.

"Karking hell, of course we get that kind of shit and nobody else does. Can't even Ponds get kriff like that? Or Wolffe, the big bad Wolffe on a rescue mission, he knows a thing or two about civilians - we absolutely won't ask him, Rex. Never. You might, but I will not." No, Rex won't either, it's enough that the Commander calls him a puppy, no matter how many times he punches him in the face. Some things just never change, especially with Wolffe, the imperfect commander in the marshal patch. All of his batchmates - Cody, Fox, Bly - they all became marshals, except Wolffe.

Because Wolffe didn't want to. In short, if Rex asks Wolffe for help because he has two karking Natborns on his ship that the Jedi don't know exactly what to do with, he'll laugh at him, just laugh hysterically into the com, before pushing him away, guaranteed with a comment like "You wanted to join us, CT!". Rex doesn't like that (just like when the medics pull rank, but he's more likely to let Kix take care of him than ask his ori'vode for help with Nici and Jojo). Because Rex doesn't answer anything, at least not vocally, he snorts once too loudly, which makes Cody grin wickedly before his favorite brother shakes his head. His hair scrapes over the plastoid under his head, Cody reaches out for the bottle and yawns without covering his mouth. "I could ask Bly. Emphasis on could, I'm sure he already knows what's going on with us anyway. After all, his Jedi is also on the Council and she tells him too much anyway. I'm actually surprised that nothing has come-" Rex's datapad beeps, the display lights up and reports a message on priority mode in the command chat. He sticks his finger in Cody's ear. "You've jinxed it!" Unfortunately, it's Cody, who stares Rex in the eye and doesn't even react, even though Rex put his finger in his mouth beforehand. Cody's nose twitches for half a second, though, making Rex curl his lips into a grin, before he leaves Cody's ear and grabs his datapad.

BLYla REX BLYla REX REX REX BLYla REXxxxxxxx WhatdoestheFoxsay - He says get karked Shut up BLYla Rude. REEEEEX. Cody BLYla Then this way @WOLFFE . Rex and Cody have kids! NeYO is online NeYO Nova asks for more information, which ARCs are there this time BLYla has sent a picture. A blonde young woman with curls pokes Ki-Adi-Mundi through the eye, another dark-haired one looks fierce enough that Wolffe would be proud BLYla Something to say? Bacara Mood. BLYla Not you! Bacara Shameless slut Wolffe is online. Wolffe has sent a picture. WHO. IS. THAT.

That's a problem for someone else. Rex has work to do. He has to finish writing a report. Regrettably, his Ori'vod is a marshal and he needs to read the chat, especially messages sent in priority mode. Cody clicks on the chat without comment and immediately disconnects before the pad can show his status as online.

Ponds is online. Commander Cody, I can see the activity log. Anything to say to the matter?

"No," Cody grumbles against Rex's leg, rolling onto his other side. "I don't want to. I'm drunk - We finish this fucking file now and send the thing, then we're out and all the other shebse shut the fuck up. Great idea, very good, let's do it, so come on, old boy. Rex, type something." Funny, hilarious, but Rex dutifully takes the datapad - and waits. Connection points in orders need to be clarified, so let Cody do it, because he should know best.

So far, he's just staring at the ceiling, his own datapad pushed far away from him towards the door so that he doesn't see the flashing of new messages. "Let's start with... We'll just make a list. Bullet point one: Keep away from anything flammable. Bar two: Humor is good, but inappropriate, a gag is recommended. Bullet point three: Will not die immediately in blaster fire. Follow orders, nevertheless clarify rank beforehand. Mirror line four: Mirror line four: They offer cookies if they want to apologize. Cookies are very tasty. Dash Six: Unrecognizable in the Force, the Jedi disagree on how to proceed. Until then, categorized as... Natborn in clone training. Mirror Stitch Seven: Further testing and training required. Mirror Stitch Seven and a half: Deal with it, shebse - You know what, Rexi? Who do these two actually belong to, as whom did your idiot of a general save them?" In the system, Cody says in the GAR system, they have to be listed, because Rex will start a rampage if his battalion gets less food because of Natborns. "Information person, but with the wrong form. He took the one for contact-persons." All at once, Cody jerks up vertically - he's grinning ear to ear, a real Kote-grin. Damn, did Rex miss that, they've been getting fewer and fewer since the war started, the last one was a long time ago, so karking long ago...

"Contact-persons, yes? Very well. The 501st is ultimately under the command of the Seventh Air Force Corps, in other words under my command. I just happen to be responsible for their training and development. Coincidentally. You suggest people as ARCs and I sign off on it, of course, that's how it works. So the Natborns are formally mine and not outside Jedi? They're part of the GAR, though never officially joined, of course not, because contact-persons, thank heavens for Skywalker's lack of competence...!"

Two minutes later, Rex is typing on a training form for continuing education whereas Cody is just laughing. He's still chuckling even when their request is confirmed and Kamino announces that they're expecting and scheduling the three of them to arrive in three standard weeks.

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gelu-the-babosa-multiversal · 8 months ago

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man...

For my TFRB x AEMH crossover, I can't stop thinking about the possibilities of when the Skrulls invade earth...

The idea of Skrull Steve going to ¨visit¨ Cody and the rest of the Rescue team to learn more about Griffin Rock and the crazy tech they use to then realize that there's another alien race living hidden on earth... if we use the logic of the episode New Normal where the Velgrox believed that the planet was under Cybertronian control would it mean the same for the Skrulls and Kree??

Tho they may know that Cybertronians are a dying species at this point but then again, find out that Megatron still has an army and tons of big weaponry. Maybe they would think on leaving as it would be logical to them to think that the only outcome of this is Cybertronians destroying earth or the Bots revealing themselves to the public and making the other alien races leave the planet as there are not many other alien species that like Cybertronians...

But going back to Skrull Steve trying to manipulate Cody into showing him the most unhinged tech but Cody being Cody just knows that this isn't Captain America and be like

¨ok, or we become friends or I bring my 4 other giant alien friends to make you speak the beams¨

Which outcome is the best?? idk

Or, Skrulls kidnap Cody because he is the most dangerous of all and replace him with another Skrull while Cody ends up with Steve on the shapeshifter ship...

@bluekat12345 I feel that this is where Cody starts his hero career dhafkjshfsjdhfks

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swag-system · 2 months ago

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THIS IS DFUCKING AWESOME HOLY SHIT!=?~!?!@<qkjlj9F847ISDEUYRJHKFSGHDTSFH RTYHANOL YUO THANKYOU OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS NEOWWWWW LOOKLOOKLOOKLOOKLOOKLOOKLOOK

Me when my friends

(Gift for @codys-mspaint-art aka @swag-system)

#alien cody speaks #IM SO FUCKING LAYTEI M SO SORRY THIS IS PEAK THIS IS AWESOME THIS IS GOATED THIS IS EPIC THIS IS SWAG THIS IS INCREDIBLE THANK YOU

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jordanraye47 · 8 months ago

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Izzy headcanons that aren’t an entire fic🔥

Answers scam callers the best way possible “hi welcome to Pete’s roadkill pizzeria where yesterdays loss is todays sauce, how may o help you?” Like that’s her duty

Considering she’s a literal famous actor, she probably has a social media accounts, and even though she rarely posts, when she does, she’s on the damn edge of being canceled.

^ “damn getting arrested for no reason🔥 guess orangre really is the new black”

Speaking of spelling mistakes (no I don’t know how to spell organge), she has dyslexia.

She’s not th favourite kid we could all tell.

Regardless of how much she smiles normally, she can not for the life of her smile for pictures. So 90% of the time her pictures looks like an alien that hasn’t quite figured out where they are, or just a thumbs up.

Thst or that stupid Lin manuela (I think that’s his name) pose.

Speaks crazy many languages, including ASL

She has very good curls, just doesn’t care to take manage them (yes this is me being desperate for representation of girls with curly hair that doesn’t know how to mangene them)

That and the reason she wears the bathing cap is because chlorine FUCKS UP curly hair oh my gosh soaking from experience 🙏

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; Scarlett is her older sister.

dicorced nightgown porch cigarette mom and Texan truck motel dad that doesn’t give a shit what their kids do.

Always slightly thrown off when someone is nice to her bushes so used to Noah and Eva’s “mean love” or whatever you call it.

This girl did NOT have friends in school she BIT the other students

Favorite subject is art and sience (I have dyslexia you stuf don’t correct me)

So smart and also so stupid ^ “so what’s the square root of 589 iz?” “24.269.” “ok so do you think Pluto should be considered a planet?” “No of course not he’s a dog. Did you not watch Mickey Mouse”

“Parents got confused and chose daughter on anti-psychotics”

deadass i think her pshycosis is a genuine problem to her but it’s so easy to take it as a joke so she just goes along. (Read “artificial lawns” on AO3 by necrosys its very well explained there)

Has THE most vile t-shirts ever and she wears them in public with a pair of long ads jorts like she’d Adam sandler

Like these <33 - she lives on a farm it’s true she told me

She’s actually pretty funny she just can’t tell a joke without laughing at it herself

She is banned from the kitchen in every kitchen in the world

Izzy Cody and Duncan would be such a fucked up trio I’d love them

I got this from @kijosakka but she’s a really good braided us give her like 20 minutes.

Still has all her baby teeth in a jar

I wanna write some angsty ones so bad but I’m not putting you guys through all that.

I truly believe that Heather and Izzy used to be so good friends but after Heather got a teste of sweet popularity she didn’t hesitate to leave Izzy behind.

She has a secret room in her room

Snacks on yogurt and frozen fruit

She’s covered in freckles so badly like it’s top to toe

Can raise one eyebrow

her mother or herself are the only ones that cut her hair

^ and she has probably never been to a proper hairdresser

That’s all i have for today don’t forget to like and subscribe if you want morir epic content 🔥🔥

#total drama #td izzy #izzy td #izzy connelly #total drama izzy #izzy #td headcanons #Yes I am aware my spelling is bad I have dyslexia #and it’s 4 am #Also I’m not even english #I’m Norwegian-Spanish

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swag-system · 2 months ago

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IDK WHY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO SEE THIS THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME??? YIPPEE YAY YIPPE YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUMPS AROUND JOYOUSLY. BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!! PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET CODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS THANKYOU THANK YOUUUUU

#alien cody speaks #SO FUCKING AWESOME. THIS IS GOING IN THE HALL OF FAME IMMEDIATELY

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renlyslittlerose · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 31 - Bunny-Wan

Today's final prompt: Bunny-Wan 🐰🐰🐰

Written for my darling @kyberkenobi. Thanks for doing this insane month with me 💗💗💗

Soft Like Velvet - 5,771 Rating: E Content: Bunny-Wan; Oral sex; Anal sex; Anal fingering; Switching; Multiple orgasms; Obi-Wan and Anakin fucking like they're rabbits~

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“Bitten?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“By what?”

“We’re still determining that,” Mundi said. “But it appears as if it was a creature with large ears and a fluffy tail.”

Anakin paused before speaking. “How did you determine that?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Windu interrupted, dragging Anakin’s attention back to him. “We just wanted you to know that Master Kenobi will be indisposed for the next day while the technicians down at the med lab synthesize some sort of antidote.”

“Is he in danger?” Anakin asked.

“No, not as far as we can tell.” Mundi replied.

When the Council had asked for his immediate presence to speak with Mundi and Windu, Anakin had feared the worst. Obi-Wan’s presence in their bond had been muted the whole time he’d been back from his trip to the Outer Rim, his presence missing in the meeting chamber and the dining hall. Anakin knew Obi-Wan enjoyed his solitude when he’d returned from a particularly demanding mission, but his solitude always had the caveat of allowing Anakin at least a conversation. But Obi-Wan had been missing entirely - not even Cody had seen him.

So when the Council contacted him with an urgent message Anakin began to panic. Visions of Obi-Wan having been maimed flooded his mind - a lost limb, a scarred and mutilated body, or he’d finally gotten his hands on a brain worm and decided to experiment on himself. These thoughts and more warped and ripped at his mind, dragging him further and further into a state of panic that couldn’t be soothed. He had half a mind to ignore the Council and rush down to the clinic instead, but was stopped when he remembered that Obi-Wan would want him to remain calm - for the both of them.

And thus he went to the Council only to be told that Obi-Wan had been bitten by an alien creature. An alien creature that had given him ‘side-effects’ that they were ‘working on healing’ down in the lab. Perhaps not as terrifying as being infected with a brain worm, but definitely more confusing.

“We’ve called you up here for two reasons,” Windu continued. “Firstly, to let you know that your Master is alive and well, just momentarily indisposed. And secondly, we’d like for you to pick up a few of his duties he’d promised to attend to while in Coruscant.”

Anakin nodded. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

“Excellent. The Younglings were so looking forward to his presentation tomorrow.” Mundi smiled.

Kriff. Anakin had never been good with instructing Younglings.

“If that’s all…” he started.

“One more thing,” Windu said, catching Anakin as he started for the door. “Master Kenobi has asked for privacy during this time. I suggest you respect his wishes.”

“Of course,” Anakin lied.

“You may leave,” Mundi said with a soft nod.

Anakin whirled around and hurried to the door, footsteps quick across the carpeted floor. He didn’t waste any time and headed straight to the living quarters, all the while prodding at his bond with Obi-Wan, trying to let him in. But it remained firmly shut - locked and barricaded and unmoving to Anakin’s desperate poking. By the time he’d arrived to Obi-Wan’s apartment Anakin was positively buzzing with curiosity, wanting to see what the big fuss was about.

Entering the apartment Anakin shucked off his robes and looked for Obi-Wan in the quiet space, but could see nothing of his presence save for a tunic draped elegantly across the armrest of one of the chairs. Approaching the bedroom door, Anakin pressed his ear against it and heard rustling.

“Obi-Wan?” he asked as he tapped his knuckle against the door. “Are you in there.”

“Go away!”

Anakin paused. Obi-Wan’s voice was high and frantic, with a tenor beneath it that Anakin recognized.

“Are you fucking yourself?” Anakin asked.

“No.”

Obi-Wan’s voice cracked. Anakin grinned.

“Can I come in?”

“No!”

Obi-Wan’s desperation only intrigued Anakin further. Licking his bottom lip, he toyed with the idea of just entering despite Obi-Wan’s pleas, but even he wasn’t so rude as to saunter in when someone explicitly said no. Even if he really, really wanted to see what was going on.

The rustling started up again, followed by soft little grunts.

“Are you fucking yourself again?”

“Go away, Anakin.”

“The Council told me what happened,” Anakin continued, trying very hard not to get side-tracked by the fact that Obi-Wan still hadn’t denied Anakin’s claims that he was, indeed, playing with himself. “They said you got bitten by something?”

“Yes, but I’d really rather not talk about it.”

“Obi-Wan… please?”

“Anakin, I don’t want you seeing me like this.”

“C’mon… I promise I won’t be weird about it.”

“You will. You can’t possibly not be.”

There was another grunt, this time more aroused than frustrated.

“I’m coming in,” Anakin said. He waited for another demand to stay away but it didn’t come, and so with great excitement and a minor amount of worry Anakin pressed the keypad and opened the door.

Anakin was greeted with the sight of Obi-Wan on his bed, naked and furiously humping a pillow.

He glared at Anakin as he entered but didn’t stop his movements, hands shoved between his legs as he pushed the plush pillow against his cock, hips stuttering as he thrust madly, shoving his cock into the dense material. But it wasn’t Obi-Wan’s actions that caught Anakin’s immediate attention - it was Obi-Wan’s… accessories.

Floppy ears, brown and soft looking, hung from his head and rested across his shoulders, while a fluffy tail of brown and white sprouted up from his tailbone, twitching along with his hips as he continued to fuck his pillow and glare at Anakin.

“Don’t say anything,” Obi-Wan gritted out.

Anakin didn’t think he could even if he wanted to. Obi-Wan looked so desperate as he rocked on the bed, his mouth slack as he continued to thrust wildly into his pillow. Anakin could see he’d already orgasmed at least once before, come that was still drying visible on the sheets, tacky beneath the yellow light of his room. Anakin rarely saw Obi-Wan this overcome with lust.

His own cock twitched with interest, and he bit his bottom lip as he approached the bed. Obi-Wan tracked him with his eyes, his movements never stalling even when Anakin knew he must be tiring. Reaching out he cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek with his mechno-hand, the soft bristles of his beard rubbing across the leathers of his glove. With his flesh hand he went to touch one of Obi-Wan’s ears, surprised by how soft it was. It was like petting velvet.

“I-it’s a side effect of the bite,” Obi-Wan panted out. He looked drunk with lust, eyes hazy and mouth slack. “I-I developed the tail first, and t-then the ears. T-then, an i-insatiable urge to eat vegetables. And finally… this.”

“Pillow humping?”

“Anakin.”

“How many times have you come already?”

“Three times.”

“Kriff, Obi-Wan, three times?”

“I can’t stop,” Obi-Wan whimpered.

Anakin’s cock twitched again, and he could feel a pearl of precome bead out at the tip. Obi-Wan’s nose twitched, and he looked down to stare at Anakin’s groin. He was still thrusting, though his movements had quieted slightly, his cheek pressed against Anakin’s hand as he nuzzled into the leather, breath visible across the stretches of black material. With his ears and tail Obi-Wan looked cute. And incredibly tempting.

“Is this a side-effect of the bite?” Anakin asked. He kept stroking Obi-Wan’s ear, loving how soft it was. Meanwhile, his attention slipped down Obi-Wan’s lower back to stare at his tail as it twitched, his hips still humping the pillow. Anakin bet his tail felt just as soft. “I mean, the ears and your… stamina.”

“I think so,” Obi-Wan panted out. He started kissing Anakin’s gloved hand, tongue skirting out to coat the leather in his spit. He nipped the glove, pulling at the leather with his teeth, and Anakin’s cock drooled in his leggings. “A-and heightened senses. I-I can hear everything. And smell everything. I can smell your sex, Anakin. It smells so good.”

Anakin chewed on his bottom lip. “Did you want help?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, darling.”

Anakin chuckled. “Remember that time you made me come five times in a row?”

Obi-Wan whimpered when Anakin pulled away. He kept humping his pillow, eyes hungry as he watched Anakin undress. Shucking off his tabards, glove, and tunic, Anakin sat on the edge of the bed to work on his boots, laughing softly as Obi-Wan nuzzled his neck and breathed heavily against his temple. Once done he pulled his boots and leggings off before climbing on to the bed. Grabbing the pillow he ripped it from Obi-Wan’s grasp before straddling his lap and taking Obi-Wan’s cock into his hand.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan moaned, his hips staling as Anakin took over, flesh hand quick across his aching length.

He was already so wet, sticky with precome and his three other releases, cock slick and foreskin running smooth along the red head. Anakin groaned softly as Obi-Wan started biting across his neck, tongue hot along his collarbone as he nipped and teased. Pressing his face against the top of one of Obi-Wan’s new ears, Anakin breathed in the scent of the fur. It smelled good - like earth and Obi-Wan’s spicy shampoo, heady and deep.

It didn’t take long for Anakin to get Obi-Wan off, his hips stuttering up before he released with a deep groan, come landing on their groins and Anakin’s hand. When he was done Obi-Wan hugged Anakin close, his face pressed against Anakin’s chest as he breathed through his afterglow.

“How was that?” Anakin asked, his mechno-hand going to stroke his ears and the back of his head, copper strands clinging to the base of his neck.

“Perfect,” Obi-Wan whispered. “But it won’t last. It never lasts.”

Anakin pushed Obi-Wan back on to the bed. Obi-Wan fell back with a grunt followed by a look of pain.

“What is it?” Anakin asked, hovering just above.

“My blasted tail,” Obi-Wan huffed. He shifted a bit, one hand stuck beneath him as he fiddled with the tail, before he settled back on the mattress. “The stupid thing gets caught on everything.”

“I like it. I think it’s cu—”

“Don’t,” Obi-Wan interrupted, eyes sharp like glass in the light. “Don’t call it cute.”

“But it is.”

“It’s an abomination.”

Anakin rolled his eyes and reached for the lube on the side table. Spilling some in his hand, he rubbed his fingers together to warm it up as he remained hovering above Obi-Wan. He could already see Obi-Wan’s cock twitching in interest again, fat and heavy against his thigh. Sliding down Obi-Wan’s hips Anakin settled on his thighs and ducked his head down to suck on the tip of Obi-Wan’s over-sensitive cock, sighing happily as the slit released a pearl of precome that tasted delicious across his palate. While he suckled on Obi-Wan’s cock-head he reached around and started stretching himself open, two fingers sliding easily in the rim of his hole.

“Oh, darling,” Obi-Wan whispered, his hands coming down to card through Anakin’s curls, touch reverent despite the tremble in his body. “That feels so good… so much better than when I do it.”

Anakin lifted his head, releasing Obi-Wan’s now hardened cock from his mouth with a wet ‘pop’. He groaned as he continued to stretch himself himself, fingers shoving into his hole before pulling out, spreading the rim open before delving back in.

“Y-you try and suck yourself off?” he asked, before he dropped back down to take Obi-Wan back in his mouth.

“I didn’t try - I did.”

Anakin almost came right then and there, and he rose again from Obi-Wan’s cock to stare at him, his fingers stalled out inside himself. “You sucked your own cock?” he repeated.

Obi-Wan’s chest and cheeks went an even deeper shade of red, and Anakin noticed his ears wilting slightly. “I can only get the tip in.”

“Kriff, Obi-Wan, how come you never told me you could do that?”

“Because I knew you’d fixate on it.”

Before Anakin could deny or confirm Obi-Wan was grabbing the back of his head and shoving him back down on to his cock. Gagging as Obi-Wan slipped as much of his length in his mouth, Anakin started fucking himself again, stretching his hole with three fingers now as he relaxed his jaw and throat and let Obi-Wan thrust up into him. Despite his state Obi-Wan remained gentle, his cock only hitting the back of Anakin’s throat before easing off. Anakin could feel drool spilling out from the corners of his lips to run down his chin, his jaw already aching in that delightful way of having been mouth-fucked, and he took over from Obi-Wan, bobbing his head up and down before slamming as far as he could go, nose pressed into pubes.

Obi-Wan came with a shout, spilling into Anakin. Anakin gagged on the first part and came up coughing, throat fluttering as he swallowed what he could and hacked up the rest. Obi-Wan was muttering various apologies even as he was orgasming, petting Anakin’s cheek and hair, mussing him up further in his attempts to assuage the coughing fit.

“It’s fine,” Anakin wheezed out as soon as his lungs had settled. Brushing his hand across his chin he tried to clean himself up, and was grateful when Obi-Wan pulled him close and started kissing him - first quick and sweet before it became demanding, Obi-Wan sliding his tongue inside to slip along the sensitive spots he’d just been fucking.

“T-that’s five now?” Anakin panted against Obi-Wan’s lips, tongue sliding along Obi-Wan’s, the pair rubbing them together as Anakin climbed back on to Obi-Wan’s lap and rocked his hips against his length.

“Unfortunately.”

“Are you going to be okay with a sixth?” Anakin asked. He could already feel Obi-Wan responding beneath him, hips twitching up in desperate little thrusts.

“I don’t have much of a say,” Obi-Wan mumbled before sucking on Anakin’s tongue.

Anakin knew it had to hurt by now, but Obi-Wan wasn’t making any overtures that he was uncomfortable. As they kissed Anakin brought his hands up to play with Obi-Wan’s ears, loving how soft they felt beneath his hands, already sticky with spilled seed and sweat. He wanted to see his tail - wanted to fuck into him as he watched it twitch and flutter - but knew that Obi-Wan needed a break.

Pushing him back down on to the bed, Anakin broke away from the kiss and busied himself with Obi-Wan’s seventh erection. Despite the over-stimulation Obi-Wan still thrust up into Anakin’s hand when he gripped him, a deep moan slipping past his lips as Anakin positioned his hole over the head of his cock. Taking a deep breath, Anakin slid down Obi-Wan’s length, easing himself along the thick length with steady breaths before he bottomed out and settled.

“Y-you’re so tight,” Obi-Wan huffed as he wiggled beneath Anakin. “So warm and soft. So much better than my pillow.”

Anakin laughed softly and braced his hands on Obi-Wan’s chest, fingers petting the dense matting of chest hair. Opening his eyes he stared down at Obi-Wan, delighting in the sight before him. Obi-Wan already had a fucked-out expression on his face, lips parted, beard sticky with spit, eyes hazy with lust. His hair was plastered down across his temples and brow, his new ears splayed out across the pillow and mattress as he trembled and quaked.

His hands were hot along Anakin’s thighs and groin, petting him and fondling him, attention focused on Anakin’s cock as it bobbed between his legs. Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s length deep inside, throbbing against his walls, filling him and stretching his rim in a satisfying way. Even though Obi-Wan was experiencing a very strange set of side-effects by the alien bite, body overcome with an almost insane urge to mate, they still found time to make the moment count - to bask in the sensations that they could give each other.

For a time, of course.

As soon as Anakin adjusted Obi-Wan started pushing up, shoving his cock in as far as he could possibly go. Gasping at the sudden movement, Anakin shifted his weight on to his heels and started bouncing, sliding up Obi-Wan’s cock until he could feel the ridging of his cock-head along his rim, before slamming back down. He kept a punishing pace, ignoring the burning in his thigh muscles as he bounced happily on top of Obi-Wan’s cock. Obi-Wan was moaning loudly, uncharacteristic for him but enjoyed none of the less, Anakin wrapping himself up in it along with the slap of skin against skin and his own desperate pants.

He couldn’t keep the position up for long, and reached back to grab Obi-Wan’s knees as he slid down further. Obi-Wan continued to thrust up into Anakin, bearing some of his weight as Anakin threw his head back and let Obi-Wan fuck into him. His cock was so thick, stretching Anakin open to the point that he thought he might break apart, body humming with pleasure and just that hint of pain, a slicing little thing that rumbled around in his groin and skittered along his hole.

Obi-Wan started jerking Anakin off, touch steady despite the rapidity at which he was fucking up into Anakin, palms hot along his length and thumb firm against the spongy head of his cock. Another shift in the angle and Obi-Wan was pounding into Anakin’s prostate, waves of pleasure lapping at his limbs and his low back, cock throbbing in Obi-Wan’s touch.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin panted before he started started chanting his name, his head tossed to the side as he gripped Obi-Wan’s knees and slammed back down, again and again and again until—

Obi-Wan came first, spilling deep inside Anakin as Anakin ground down, shoving Obi-Wan in as deep as he could go. Obi-Wan kept playing with Anakin’s cock, fist a flurry across his length, and it was more the sight of Obi-Wan jacking him off than the sensation itself that caused Anakin to come. Squeezing down on Obi-Wan’s cock, Anakin milked him for all he was worth, wanting for Obi-Wan to be satisfied for at least a little while.

Once he was done he slipped off of Obi-Wan’s cock and collapsed on top of him. Obi-Wan let out a quick grunt of pain and started moving about, almost hitting Anakin in the face with his elbow as he pulled his ear out from Anakin’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” Anakin mumbled.

“It’s not your fault,” Obi-Wan replied. He fussed around with his ears a moment longer, trying to keep them out of both their ways, before he settled on flipping them up over his head.

Anakin tried very hard not to laugh and instead curled up against Obi-Wan’s side. Immediately Obi-Wan was hugging him close, lips tender across Anakin’s cheeks and lips, kisses soft and slow. Sighing into the embrace, Anakin let Obi-Wan kiss him as much as he wanted, contented to keep going but realizing that Obi-Wan really needed a break.

How many times could a Jedi come before they were tapped out completely? Had anyone done a study on it? Or was the creature that bit Obi-Wan giving him superpowers - inhumane abilities like coming ten, twenty, even thirty times with no negatives associated with it?

“How did it happen?” Anakin mumbled between kisses.

Obi-Wan paused his embraces and pressed his forehead against Anakin’s, the pair sharing breath as they settled in their afterglow. “I saw a small furry creature when I was scouting up ahead. I’d seen something similar on another planet a few years back, but had never gotten close enough to figure out what it was.”

“What did it look like?”

“Like a small rodent - the sort you see on Naboo. Furry, with large floppy ears and a nose that twitched, and large hind-legs that allowed it to leap great distances. Only this one had a unique patterning on its coat - like the spots of a loth-cat. As I approached it, I also noticed it had rather large and sharp teeth.”

Obi-Wan brought his hand up between them to show off the healing bite mark.

“So you tried to touch it?” Anakin asked. “Honestly, Obi-Wan, one of these days your curiosity is going to get you killed—”

“Firstly, Anakin, curiosity is a part of who I am,” Obi-Wan began, his familiar patronizing tone immediately making Anakin’s eyes glaze over, “and I’d rather die doing something foolish in order to sate my curiosity, than be contented to go through life without questioning anything. Secondly, I didn’t try and pet it. It lunged at me.”

Anakin quirked his brow. “It lunged?” he repeated.

“Yes. I got about within ten feet of it before it bounded over and attacked me. I barely had time to yell before it bit and then leapt away.”

Anakin tried not to laugh - he really did. But it was almost impossible not to, especially when Obi-Wan began to pout. Almost immediately Obi-Wan was grappling with Anakin, his hands everywhere as he pinched and teased and pulled, Anakin’s laughter mixing with grunts of pain and pleasure. They started wrestling, Anakin tried his hardest not to catch Obi-Wan’s velvet soft ears in the process. But in his attempts he left himself open for recourse, and Obi-Wan flipped him on to his stomach before straddling him.

Almost immediately Anakin felt Obi-Wan’s cock against the cleft of his ass, and he had time to relax before Obi-Wan was pushing back in, filling him up and shoving the come that was left of his prior orgasm back into Anakin. Anakin’s moan was muffled by the mattress as Obi-Wan tangled his hand in his curls and held him down face-first into the mattress, his other hand gripping Anakin’s waist as he fucked into him. He set a punishing pace, Anakin gripping the mattress and digging his knees into it as he tried to stop himself from slamming up into the headboard.

“Fuck, Anakin, you’re still so tight,” Obi-Wan grunted out, breath slick against Anakin’s temple as he collapsed on top of him.

With his arms wrapped tight around Anakin’s waist, Obi-Wan began fucking into him at a speed Anakin didn’t think possible, hips twitching as he shoved Anakin down into the mattress. The pain and the pleasure was almost overwhelming, Anakin’s cock going from soft to hard in a matter of moments, blood rushing from his brain and down into his groin. Light headed and on the precipice of another orgasm, Anakin squeezed his rim around Obi-Wan’s cock to slow him.

It didn’t work. Obi-Wan just kept hammering into him, Anakin crying out as his prostate was hit and his cock was shoved into the soft sheets below. Obi-Wan kept his legs spread, knees shoving them apart, his hole stretched by Obi-Wan’s thick cock. Obi-Wan’s ears were draped over them both, cocooning them from the outside world, Anakin’s moans and Obi-Wan’s desperate pants amplified by the secrecy.

“Obi-Wan, you feel so good,” Anakin moaned, his hands digging into the mattress.

Obi-Wan nibbled on Anakin’s ear, sucking on the lobe before he disentangled one arm from around Anakin’s waist to grab his thigh and squeeze. Anakin groaned and thrust back, trying to get some of his control back, but it was no use when Obi-Wan smacked the meat of his ass and squeezed.

“Fuck,” Anakin cried out, and bit his bottom lip as Obi-Wan spanked him again. It wasn’t violent, just a smart tap to his skin, but it made Anakin quiver and quake, his whole body alight.

Anakin came without touch, spilling into the sheets as he rutted down into them. Obi-Wan came as well, hips harsh against Anakin’s ass, skin slapping and grunts slipping through desperate whimpers. Anakin groaned as he was filled, hot come drenching his walls once more as Obi-Wan hurried through his eighth orgasm of the day. Once he was done Obi-Wan collapsed, all his weight pressing down on Anakin.

Brushing a hand across his eyes to get his hair out of his face, Anakin stared at Obi-Wan’s ear as it remained splayed across them, hot against Anakin as he tried to regulate his breathing. Obi-Wan rarely fucked him like that - hard and forceful and demanding. It felt good, though, every time it happened. Like he’d been bested in a fight and Obi-Wan was showing him his place.

“Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan replied with a snore.

XXX

Anakin woke to an empty bed.

They’d fucked a few more times throughout the night - first Anakin taking Obi-Wan once more before Anakin sucked Obi-Wan off, allowing Obi-Wan to thrust into his mouth as he lay limp on the bed. Never did he think he’d lose his eagerness to fuck, but halfway through the third blow-job of the night Anakin found his mind drifting to other things, like repairing droids or flying his starfighter. Usually it was the other way round, Anakin daydreaming about having Obi-Wan’s cock in his mouth as a means by which to get through the monotony of the day.

How quickly the tides turned.

Sitting up, Anakin had just enough time to wonder where Obi-Wan had gone to before he reappeared in the doorway. He was cleaned and dressed, though he didn’t remain that way for long, hands already scrambling around his belt as he shed his clothes and tossed them on to the floor. He still had ears, but for some reason they looked slightly smaller, and his tail a little less bouncy.

“They found an antidote,” Obi-Wan explained as he crawled back on to the bed. Immediately he was kissing Anakin, covering him up in his slobber. “They said I’ll be normal in about an hour.”

Anakin groaned as Obi-Wan straddled his hips, his exhausted cock putting in the effort to get hard again. “But in the meantime…” he mumbled into their kiss before he bit Obi-Wan’s bottom lip and pulled it.

“In the meantime, I want you to fuck me,” Obi-Wan demanded.

Anakin had been hoping Obi-Wan would ask that of him. He’d been obsessing about Obi-Wan’s tail, wanting to see it wobble and bounce while Anakin shoved his cock into him. Obi-Wan was already hard - of course - as he clambered off of Anakin’s lap and knelt on the bed. The sheets were a total mess, bundled up and wrapped around one another, pillows strewn about the floor. Anakin wondered if the droids would ever be able to get rid of all the come stains, or if they’d just burn them along with the rest of the things that weren’t salvageable.

Elbows and knees dug into the mattress, Obi-Wan watched with hungry eyes as Anakin grabbed the last of the lube, the contents of it almost totally dredged. Anakin was still slightly tired, body sluggish with the vestiges of sleep, but the sight of Obi-Wan knelt on the bed with a tail sprouted up from the cleft of his ass, and his rabbit ears hanging limp around his face, woke Anakin up along with his cock.

Spreading Obi-Wan’s cheeks apart, Anakin poured some of the lube on to his hole, the pink rim covered with a dense matting of hair that Anakin pressed into with his thumb. Obi-Wan sighed and pushed back, his stance shifting so he could spread his legs further. The tight rim of his hole fluttered against Anakin’s fingertip, sucking Anakin’s thumb in with just the slightest of pressure. Pushing his thumb in, he watched as Obi-Wan’s tail twitched and his low back arched further back, demanding more.

“Hurry up,” Obi-Wan muttered over his shoulder.

“I’m still tired,” Anakin mumbled. He went back to teasing Obi-Wan, pushing into his hole just a little before dragging his thumb along the rim. He repeated the action a few more times before pushing his pointer and middle finger in all the way, slick with lube and easily accepted by Obi-Wan’s hungry hole.

“That’s it,” Obi-Wan cooed, voice already slurry with lust. He rested his head on his arms and sunk back on Anakin’s fingers, a pleased little sound slipping past his lips that Anakin wanted tattooed on his heart.

Anakin opened Obi-Wan up slowly, enjoying the laziness of the affair. After the desperation from the night before, it was nice to slow down and enjoy what little time they had like this. Though Anakin knew the extreme sexual appetite was an unwelcome side-effect, Anakin would be sad to see the ears and the tail go. They suited Obi-Wan for some reason - soft fur matching the colour of his hair, tail twitching with annoyance or arousal and soft to the touch.

Anakin stroked Obi-Wan’s tail as he fingered him open, and watched in delight as Obi-Wan’s hole fluttered and his thighs spread further.

“Feel good?” Anakin asked as he pet his tail again.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin continued to pet Obi-Wan’s tail as he opened him up, making Obi-Wan’s rim sloppy and loose. He spread his fingers and stretched Obi-Wan apart, his cock drooling between his legs as he admired Obi-Wan’s open hole, pink and wet and eager for Anakin’s cock. Sitting up, he removed his fingers and coated his cock in the last of the lube before positioning himself at Obi-Wan’s entrance.

With focus he slipped inside of Obi-Wan, whimpering as the tight ring of muscles clenched around the head of his cock before enveloping his length, Obi-Wan’s little tail twitching and flicking the entire time.

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan purred out as soon as Anakin had settled, hips flush against Obi-Wan’s ass.

“That feel good?” Anakin asked as he resumed petting Obi-Wan’s tail. He bit his bottom lip, trying not to immediately start moving even as Obi-Wan’s walls tightened and squeezed down on his aching length.

“So good,” Obi-Wan repeated. “Such a satisfying thing, your cock. Fills me so well.”

“You like my cock inside you?” Anakin asked as he began to rock - just short little thrusts that barely did anything.

“Love it,” Obi-Wan panted out. He’d turned his head to speak, voice slurry against his arm as he rocked back on Anakin’s cock. “Love how you fill me up, darling. Love your cock deep inside of me, and how desperate you get when you’re between my legs.”

Anakin bit his bottom lip and started thrusting in earnest, pulling out of Obi-Wan almost all the way before slamming back inside. Shifting positions, he pressed one foot into the mattress to get a better angle, his hands gripping Obi-Wan’s hips as he fucked into him quick and steady. Obi-Wan was deliciously hot and wet around his length, body relaxed, his little whimpers driving Anakin on further and further. His tail kept flickering, white and brown fur a whirl of colour along his low back as he was pleasured, every part of his body showing off how much he was enjoying this.

Obi-Wan shifted and brought one hand between his legs, and Anakin gasped when he felt Obi-Wan’s fingers slide along his length as he fucked into Obi-Wan’s hole.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin whimpered, voice caught in his throat as Obi-Wan continued to fondle his cock as he fucked into him, fingers dancing along his length.

“You stretch me open so well, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, and Anakin saw that he was crying, tears springing up along the corners of his eyes as he sobbed through his pleasures. “Such a good boy to me. So helpful, so generous. So tender with me even when I’m making a mess of myself.”

Anakin curled forward and bit the meat of Obi-Wan’s shoulder sucking a dark bruise across his pale flesh as he slammed into Obi-Wan at a now brutal pace. Obi-Wan dropped his hand down to his cock and started stroking, Anakin hearing the sound of his foreskin going over the head even as he fucked into Obi-Wan again and again. It didn’t take much longer, Obi-Wan dragging pleasure after pleasure from Anakin’s cock as he squeezed down and trembled.

Biting down on Obi-Wan’s shoulder Anakin spilled into Obi-Wan, shoving his cock in as far as he could as Obi-Wan continued to milk his cock. He could feel Obi-Wan tense and then relax, his own orgasm shuttering through him, this time more gentle than the others as Obi-Wan panted out his adorations into the sticky mattress beneath.

Once he was done Anakin slipped out of Obi-Wan and sat back on his haunches. He noted Obi-Wan’s tail was gone, and when Obi-Wan rolled around on the bed and lay splayed out, Anakin saw his ears were also missing.

“Are they gone?” Obi-Wan asked, hands coming up to run through his hair.

Anakin nodded and collapsed next to Obi-Wan on the bed. “They’re gone.”

“Oh thank the Force,” Obi-Wan said, relief palpable. He took in a deep breath and stretched his arms above his head, his back popping, before he dropped his hands back down and stared at Anakin through the morning gloom. “I think I owe you a breakfast.”

“Dex’s?”

“Whatever you like.” Anakin grinned and sat up, but winced when a muscle in his low back popped. Obi-Wan frowned. “I also think I owe you a spa day.”

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majachee · 3 months ago

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I am so tempted to make an entire post about my design decisions for the MMPC cast... Do not tempt me....

{*poke*} [I do like to hear monologues about design choices.]

GRINS... ALRIGHT... LET'S START!!

Some are more coherent than others, but these are most of the Thoughts I've had when designing... will be continued later....

Noah's Design Notes and Rambles

Both for his upcoming redesign, and his current design.

His hairstyle is a choppy, layered mullet with sideswept bangs, the bangs being exaggerated to the MAX. Mainly to give him an interesting silhouette and because I thought the bangs would look cute. He has thick hair, imo, and based on my experience layers help A LOT. His hair is pretty heavy, that's why he chopped it off. Easier to maintain when you have less to work with!

His eyes are very, VERY dark, almost black, brown. In the show, they're the same color as his hair iirc, but I decided to darken them dramatically to enhance the bored/smug look he has. Also as an added contrast to Alejandro and Justin, who I draw with much more noticable pupils!

In art, people tend to put focus on the eyes when demonstrating that a character is looking intensely at an item/person, typically with a noticable glint or the pupil changing dramatically in size... Noah doesn't get that. He furrows his brows, puts a hand on his hip, widens or squints his eyes, but no matter what the pupils are indiscernable.

His outer layers are quite loose on his body. Adds bulk to his silhouette without changing his body-type, in my opinion. He's got a slight frame, not helped by his aversion to fitness, so I'd imagine sweaters and such would hang off him a bit. This also allows me to introduce more squares into his design!

OH YEAH, SQUARES. He's a pretty neutral character in the show, and I like adding in his canonical blockiness to other aspects of his design.

Bulky, woolly socks, blocky shoes. Again, square motif and loose clothing. He wears like 3 layers of shirts, one being a DAMN SWEATER VEST, so why not go all out with the more "warmer" clothes, yeah?

I also extended his shorts into capris. I'm pretty sure they're meant to be capris in the show itself, but most people call them shorts. But yeah, he wears bulky cargo capris that — you guessed it! Hang fairly loose off his legs but are tight and secure around the waist.

He's pretty covered up! Not a lot of skin showing! This is because I think he likes to feel a bit toasty. Not warm, exactly, but he's definitely not prone to mid-Autumn chills when dressed up. The cold, northern breeze nips at his exposed ears and shins a comfortable amount and that's how he likes it! Hopefully I can successfully portray that through vibes lol

90s prep influence... sorry... 💔

Due to his interest in planes in Dramarama and interest in Kosmic Kaos in the main series, I plan on giving him an aviator jacket that he wears during the colder months.

And since I HC that Kosmic Kaos is a multiplayer sci-fi/fantasy game that takes place in space (I mean... come on... KOSMIC...), he has a simple yet baggy backpack with a pixel art-styled airship pin on the main flap. The pin is IMPORTANT to ME. We must acknowledge the fact that he is a GAMER.

Also, KK is OBVIOUSLY an MMORPG, fight me on this. I'm thinking World of Warcraft mechanics but with sci-fi alien aesthetics. RuneScape Classic aura.

Short. In Gen 1, he's one of the shortest males on the Island (Cody and Ezekiel being shorter than him), so I made him shorter than he realistically is in canon to make that height difference more obvious. Also as a way to contrast Harold's "gangly nerd" schtick.

Speaking of Harold...!

Harold's Design Notes and Rambles!

His body is the hardest for me to draw, but I am dedicated to the tall, gangly nerd thing he's got going on! I think it's charming! Especially in contrast with Noah.

I HATE his outfit in the main series, specifically because of his T-shirt.

I DETEST that stupid hamburger design. I'm sorry, but genuinely what the fuck is that?? It feels so random, so incoherent. I changed it to an alien to tie back to that one schtick in World Tour, and to also mesh better with his green-tinted glasses and shoes. I also added orange to his pink undershirt, not only to give it a more 90s vibe, but also to tie it back to his orange hair.

Also overalls because cute! ... What? It's a thing in 90's shows, and it's cute! What more reasoning do you want from me? 😈

Gave him more stubble, and I plan on going back and adding freckles and faint acne scars. Due to the wonky colors, my electronics tend to make his canonical freckles fade into nonexistence 😭😭😭 I'm so sorry Harry Styles.....

Elaborating on the stubble: it's very much meant to be patchy, like it's just growing in. When it comes to facial hair, I'm digging through my memories of highschool for reference, mostly. The classes I shared with juniors and seniors during my senior year had kids with barely there/patchy stubble like Harold's to full on thick beards.

ELABORATING ON THE ELABORATION... It comes down to genetics and hair thickness, and Harold has thinner hair methinks. The lighter color would also make his facial hair seem thinner than it actually is.

His eyes were directly inspired by this little cutie from Little Witch Academia!

Along with vague memories of "Doraemon" ... back when the English dub was on DisneyXD or smth. <- only saw clips of it fyi 💀

Despite Noah being the Blue Ranger in this AU, Harold takes the most inspiration from the character Billy Cranston in the OG 1993 show.

Billy, for those unaware, is the Blue Ranger's real name/identity. While he does participate in martial arts like the rest of the PR friend group and is quite fit, he's also the nerdiest. He uses long, complicated words and likes explaining things using very technical/scientific terms, to the point where he's sometimes asked to rephrase what he just said. Though, unlike Harold, this quirk of his isn't really treated negatively. Billy's friends find this charming, and so do the people who interact with him for the most part! (Exception of Skull and Bulk, obv.) You can see where I drew the similarities, lol ... I also find this trait charming in a majority of fictional characters... 😭 is it obvious Billy is my second favorite male power ranger

I made his face more round, to better contrast with Noah and Duncan's faces. It's also rounded out a bit with stylized sideburns.

I plan on adding scrapes and bandages to his arms and legs sporadically. He's pretty accident-prone... and "accident"-prone.

I like to think his bangs are really light compared to the rest of his (already pretty light) hair. Very easy to get them all tossled up!

Had the most fun stylizing his nose tbh. Just a general fun fact.

He has some muscle in there! Mainly in his abdomen and biceps. It's subtle, but there. He's a pretty active guy, and nunchucks can build up decent arm muscle and grip strength! Maja lore, I used to take martial art classes as a kid lmao

Fair bit of lore behind this guy!

Anyways!

Heather's Design Notes and Rambles!

Saw a lot of fanartists giving Heather a jacket, so I did that. Thought it looked cute, and added to her silhouette.

I changed her wedged sandals to simple slip-ons for convenience sake. Since I'll likely be drawing her a lot, especially in group pics, I wanted to make her shoes easier to draw.

As you may already know, due to being subjected to my ramblings, Heather had a Carrie moment in late Sophomore year that lead to her Baldening. Tis why her hair is short.

The scrunchie in her hair is a direct reference to Heathers.

I also gave her some hella subtle muscle! You can see it because she's showing a lot more skin than the rest of the cast.

I added tears and such to her shorts, giving them the distressed denim look. I remember them being trendy for, like, my entire life, and I think the less clean look also reflects her personality. She is, quite literally, rough around the edges.

I gave her scrapes and such on her legs for the same reason. Also to add more "clutter" to her design. She owns a cat as well, and my cat always bites my legs after I shave them. Projecting that onto her.

Inspired by Buffy and Cordelia from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I DO want to change her outfit a bit, though, and give her a more 90s style crop-top and a higher waist on her shorts. And a belt.

Rather than taking inspo from a specific niche, trope, or subculture, I'm looking at trendy/pop-culture fits to reflect her "Queen Bee" title.

... wow not a lot for Heather... Sorry! She's easy for me, tbh.

Duncan's Design Notes and Rambles!

Leaned towards 90's grunge rather than 90's punk, but with obvious punk influences thrown in there.

The stains I gave him on his black skull tee are meant to be bleach stains. I wanted his outershirt to look abused like his HELLA distressed jeans!

His hair is yet another nod to punk culture! Thick, long mohawks and dyed hair were part of more loud/rebellious scenes, and I can imagine Duncan absolutely VIBING with that aesthetic and appropriating it.

The mix of aesthetics is intentional, he uses them to feed into his tough-guy persona but doesn't really embrace the themes/values/beliefs both aesthetics carried. I mean, he's a bully, and punk is all about non-conformity. Bullying people who don't fit the "status quo" is the opposite of punk.

I gave him more piercings because I love drawing piercings and I think they look cool. He says he did them himself, but that's not true at all.

The hems of his pantlegs are also all stained and distressed, due to natural corrosion. This is the grunge inspo talking!

His jaw structure is meant to be a lot sharper than Noah's and Harold's, he's also the most muscular of the entire group.

He's often chewing on gum, an edible plant stalk, lolly stick, etc. He feels very fidget-y to me, and I want to portray that.

It's 11pm... I grow tired...

I believe I rambled on about Courtney's design elsewhere... remind me tomorrow tho! Xoxo

#maja needs to shut up tag #ask #ramble #long post #mighty morphin power campers au #total drama au #td au #GRINS

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Idk if you’ve ever fully answered this on your blog but: DO YOU THINK Bishop fully redeemed himself in the future? By becoming president and uniting all races? Or is he still 🗑️

Oh man no, I don't think Bishop's Good Guy act is all that genuine. I think there's some change, but at his base, beneath all the subterfuge, he's still the same guy. I may have gone over this on the blog before, but like ey what am I gonna just get handed this opportunity to ramble ad nauseum and not take it? NEVER

There are a few pieces of evidence we can read into regarding the faux-ness of Bishop's new persona. First and foremost, for me, is the two instances where he presents the turtles with his "origin story," so to speak. In each instance, he keeps the details vague, and is very hesitant to admit to any direct wrong-doing on his part. The first story is so vague on the details that it feels like he's trying to brush past the turtles' concerns as quickly as possible. The SECOND, though. Bishop consistently dances around going into any detail about what he did or why it was wrong. And he goes on to push all of the blame onto Stockman! I mean honestly, he says Stockman "took things too far." Like dude!! We already know nothing is "too far" for you! It's very suspect to me that the subsequent lab collapse could have been ALL Stockman's fault. Bishop also elevates his own accomplishments and takes full credit for the success of the PGA. Idk but there's something really insidious to me about how he presents the information to make himself look as good as possible-- and the way he's able to convince at least a few of his former enemies that he's trustworthy.

There are other little inconsistencies in his behavior, like him writing off the turtles' warnings about Sh'Okanabo. The Bishop I know is a paranoid freak, he would never in a million years brush off a lead on a possible threat without checking it at all. And if we assume that, then that suggests Bishop said as much to give the turtles the impression it wasn't something worth looking into, meaning he was probably trying to direct their attention away for some reason. All of this tells me (if we just. ignore the possibility of it being a writing flaw agdhgshd) that Bishop is still a very cold and calculating personality, fully willing to throw others to the wolves for his own purposes, but he is WAY better at manipulting, now.

I've said before that I find it likely Bishop's weakest point is his social skills; we see that his superior officers (i.e. the president) dislike him-- which, frankly, is a detriment to his cause as it put his funding in jeopardy at least once that we know of-- and everyone he meets tends to come away some level of discomfitted. So what FF presents us with is a Bishop who needed to improve these skills for the sake of his ultimate goal. If the safety of earth requires friendly relations with aliens, then he needed to become an ambassador, and if he needed to become an ambassador, then he needed to be less overtly unpleasant. Thus, he changed tack. As a result, we have someone who appears trustworthy and is very good at lying and directing your attention, but is just as utilitarian as ever under the mask. That's just his job, after all.

Other details include:

- His intro. We see Bishop personally taking time out to go through monitors all over the city. He apparently has a very thorough surveillance system that he reviews himself. Again, paranoid freak.

- When addressing the turtles, we sometimes see him slip back into snarkier comments. This usually happens when he's frustrated (snapping at them for not attacking the Mouser fast enough for his tastes,) or when he's not being obeyed (making a snide comment about Cody having nightmares when they refuse to exclude him from a mission briefing.)

- As my friend Trauma pointed out to me recently, when storming the moonbase Bishop's men had their guns defaulted to lethal force, he had to give the order to switch to non-lethal. He was fully ready to wipe that place out.

- His willingness to include the turtles and later Cody on missions strikes me as, yknow, very utilitarian in its own right. Cuz those are teenagers, yeah. It could be argued that Bishop can't tell how old the turtles are but he definitely knows Cody is young, and knows well enough that he shouldn't be in a combat situation. But in the finale he praises Cody's decision to defy him and fight anyway. So what changed? In essence, Cody was effective. Bishop is fine with child soldiers as long as they do a good job (and can't be publicly traced back to him.)

Also like did you see that car chase? He ran civilians off the road and did not give a FUCK. That's the same guy.

#agent bishop #tmnt 2003 #asks #there may be more details I missed but this is just from memory #if I were a competent blogger I'd go rewatch the episodes for the 50th time to be sure but I got deadlines to meet SIGH #but yeah no I don't find it plausible that Bishop's entire personality did a heel-face turn #his goal shifting? yeah I can buy that. his learning to navigate social games? absolutely #him becoming genuinely kind and caring and willingly showing that with no ulterior motive? HELL no #Bishop is a 'bigger picture kind of guy.' always has been always will be #remove that and you lose a major facet of what make Bishop Bishop

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TW: Characters die (but not really), A lot of angst TFRB x AEMH Crossover +MCU Event

Charlie took a sip of his coffee but something felt off. Something was telling him that something bad was going to happen. Trying to get his mind off of it, he grabbed the newspaper and began to read it.

"Alien Invasion In New York! Avengers Fight Leads Them To Wakanda!"

He wondered if Steve and the rest were doing well in the fight. After the Avengers leaving the island after doing who knows what, whenever Steve have the chance, he would visit him and Cody. Sometimes Tony would be with him, other times it was Bruce.

All he knew is that they were fighting aliens.

He took another sip of coffee and heard a scream. It came from downstairs. He dropped his coffee cup and rushed down the steps

He looked at the scene as his son, Graham, was disintegrating right in front of them. He couldn't speak, he couldn't scream. He didn't know what to think. Then, his friend, Boulder.

"DAD WHAT'S GOING ON?" Cody cried, tears streaming down his face. All Charlie could muster was, "I don't know son..." "I don't know..."

"It's not just us, Dad," Dani said pointing the TV, "It's everyone..." She weakly fell in Blades' hand as she disintegrated. Blades started to hyperventilate as Chase attempted to calm him down. Blades hugged him, begging for him to not disappear, "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE TOO!" Not realizing he was slowly disintegrating himself.

Chase didn't know how to respond to all of this, two of his closest friends are dead and their companions. He didn't know the fate of Heatwave, Kade, Blur, Salvage, Hightide, Doc Greene, his daughter, and Dr. Baranova. He looked at Charlie and Cody. 'Please...Please don't be next. Let it be me if it has to be.' He thought.

Charlie slowly sat down on the floor. Ideas running through his mind on what is going on. He called Ezra, hoping for a response, to get on but only hears Anna's voice. "Anna, where's Ezra?" He asked expecting the worst. "He disappeared," She sobbed, "I don't know how but he did and Frankie has been in her room ever since."

Charlie deeply exhaled as he talked to Anna, "Check on her, alright." Anna hung up the phone. That feeling in his gut gotten bigger. He knew that he was going to die. He was going, just like his children. He hugged Cody, just to soften the blow of the inevitable.

"Dad... are you gonna die?"

"I know it's bad but please," Charlie said, "stay strong Cody." He gently patted Cody's head. Charlie looked at Chase.

"Chase, please take care of Cody."

That was the last thing Charlie said at he faded away.

~~~

Shall I make this into a fic?

#tfrb #tfrb au #transformers rescue bots #characters die but not really #mcu snap #tfrb x aemh #avengers emh #avengers earth's mightiest heroes #angst

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enteringdullsville · 2 years ago

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Statistics, Facts, and Opinions About Total Drama Eliminations (SPOILERRIFFIC)

Harold probably would’ve been eliminated in The Big Sleep had Eva not had her meltdown.

Noah and Trent were probably the only Island contestants to be voted off near unanimously.

There’s no way Cody didn’t vote for Trent in Not Quite Famous.

I love the implication that Katie was eliminated before Sadie solely because everyone says her name first.

Likewise, given that Beth wasn’t in the bottom two in Paintball Deer Hunter, Lindsay went against Heather to vote for either her or Cody. Additionally, Trent (and Gwen, but that’s beside the point) had to have mercy-voted for Cody.

Izzy probably would’ve been voted off regardless of what happened in Up the Creek.

Many people assume Tyler was eliminated due to his comparative weakness in challenges prior, but more likely Duncan just stopped the others from voting Courtney.

Beth’s elimination makes more sense when you remember all her teammates are either superstitious, actively hate her, are at risk for elimination, or Leshawna.

Bridgette, despite being Courtney’s best friend, seemed oddly blasé over her elimination. Given that they’re still friends as late as Hawaiian Style, I think the writers/animators just forgot.

Either Harold, Courtney, and Sadie were in the bottom two in every ceremony they attended before their back-to-back eliminations.

We never find out who Trent voted for in Search and Do Not Destroy. I think the wiki claimed it was Owen, but it was probably Lindsay, who poisoned him a few episodes back.

On that note, I find it hard to believe that they couldn’t think of a better way to eliminate Lindsay, given that she wasn’t exactly popular with the other campers until after this episode. They could’ve easily just voted her out to remove Heather’s one ally. Action rectified this to a degree, since Duncan is constantly being targeted for this exact reason.

Speaking of Duncan, it rubs me the wrong way that he got the Guys Alliance to eliminate Bridgette, Geoff’s girlfriend, when his own girlfriend got eliminated only a week earlier (maybe he thinks he was lying about not voting Courtney). I elect to believe Geoff didn’t vote her off and that Izzy (who stops working with Heather around this point) just betrayed her own alliance to spare Owen.

I heard theories saying Geoff voted himself out in the triathlon episode due to not having fun anymore. Doesn’t explain why Gwen was in the bottom two, though.

Why wasn’t Leshawna eliminated in Camp Castaways instead of Haute Camp-ture? If they agreed to vote Geoff, they probably could’ve done so here. Although, given the events that happened two episodes ago, Duncan might not’ve gone for it.

Mr. Coconut was the first case of a camper being fired from their role, before Owen, Sierra, and Max later on. Granted, he wasn’t a competitor to begin with.

Building on that, we never find out why Geoff and Bridgette voted for Leshawna in Alien Resur-eggtion.

If Izzy was allowed to return because E-Scope was the one eliminated in her place, could Mike continuously dodge elimination by having his alters take his place and swimming back to camp each time?

The Lame-o-zine is the only exit Izzy has ever been seen using, the Boat of Losers is the most used, and Flush of Shame is the least used, beating out the Hurl, Cannon, and Drone due to Duncan’s arrest. The Drone of Despair’s naming structure is a remnant of how the Island/Action exits’ naming schemes, “of Shame” referring to how one gets there. World Tour blurs the difference by only having the Drop of Shame without a true elimination exit, and all further seasons of the original run followed suit.

Owen’s first elimination was technically fair, since it’s his team’s own fault for wasting their votes on an immune Courtney, but he probably should’ve been medically evacuated beforehand anyway. Cody too, for that matter.

I don’t think the Grips fairly won a single elimination challenge.

Beth would’ve beat Duncan by a landslide had everyone actually gotten to vote, although I really don’t think either should’ve won Action.

Izzy’s vote for herself to win was never actually declared invalid.

Up until Scary Girl’s elimination, Harold in Super Happy Crazy Fun Time Japan was the only character to try to vote themself off and fail to do so.

Had Chris stuck to the singing rule, Heather would’ve won anyway.

Had Izzy not returned last season, all three teams would’ve had their lowest ranking members achieve that on multiple teams.

DJ probably sets the record for most consecutive times on the chopping block.

Contrary to popular belief, Alejandro is only tangentially related to Tyler’s elimination. He presumably voted for Owen.

Blaineley was wasted potential, especially since they could’ve brought back a fan favorite in her role, although that’s mostly because the merge was so egregiously late in the season.

Staci’s elimination is unfair for the exact same reasons as Noah’s.

As we all know, Anne Maria never cast or received a vote during her tenure as a contestant.

There are two very different ways to interpret how Scott was eliminated, but what’s certain is that Zoey voted for him.

Cameron’s the closest thing we have to a canon winner, assuming Priya’s ending isn’t the only one for her season.

Lindsay clearly chose to vote herself off and you’re dumber than everyone in All-Stars combined if you think otherwise.

Chris was probably intending for Mal to get voted off in Moon Madness when he made their loser move to the Villainous Vultures.

Alejandro’s been voted off three times despite only getting eliminated once.

In spite of everything that happened in Sundae Muddy Sundae, Gwen still didn’t vote Courtney out, and I respect that.

Gwen, Cameron, Heather, y Alejandro technically reached the finale twice each.

Zoey is the first character since Island to be a finalist but not speak in every episode of the season, having remained silent in Food Fright. Likewise, Mike is the only finalist in the main series to not appear in every non-Aftermath episode of his season, not appearing in Zeek and Ye Shall Find.

It’s unclear if Leonard helped vote for Ella in I Love You Grease Pig or not.

It’s equally unclear if Amy formally returned to the competition.

How Scarlett wound up on the chopping block is never explained, since it’s incredibly out of character for Rodney to vote for her. Maybe Sammy’s still salty about Scarlett ignoring her plight in the last episode.

Given that Dave got one more vote than Sky, courtesy of himself, Sugar (who was uncharacteristically sympathetic to Dave here), Max (who wouldn’t care about Dave’s elimination campaign) and Scarlett (out of pure pragmatism) voted for Sky.

Max was robbed, but given that he had dodged elimination once before, I can forgive it.

Caleb’s elimination is the first time the earliest boot is directly caused by the antagonist.

Like DJ before him, Ripper is on the chopping block every ceremony he attends before his elimination.

Scary finished 13th and was the 4th camper out. Because of course she was. Ironically, between her, Sierra, Anne Maria, and Max, she’s the only purple haired contestant whose elimination was entirely fair (key word being “entirely”). RR has a better track record with Stephanie, Ryan, and Lorenzo.

After Zee’s elimination, Chris owes Courtney and Tyler their revotes.

Aside from Priya and Ripper, one can assume Bowie voted for Millie in the eating challenge, seeing as he said some people were getting too comfortable and Millie had forfeited the challenge immediately.

I find it funny how more boys made the merge than girls, only for them to get eliminated all in a row with the sole exception of Bowie.

Chris’ reaction to Julia’s elimination makes me wonder how often he reads the votes before the ceremonies, seeing as he clearly set up the new tiebreaker rule specifically to screw Millie over.

#total drama #total drama island #total drama action #total drama world tour #total drama revenge of the island #total drama all stars #total drama pahkitew island #total drama island 2023 #total drama spoilers

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