#star wars x warriors

[whitejays-galaxy]

Disaster trio doodles

These were very self-indulgent lol

Close-ups!

In my cat AU, Anakin grows up with kitten Ahsoka, so that's why the trio are all young like that together

After Qui Gon's death, Obi not only becomes Anakin's Master, but also his big brother figure, and then Ahsoka, who was Anakin's first friend in Dawnclan(Jedi temple) joins the small family(she's like the youngest sister in the group)

Ani and Soka love causing chaos and mayhem in their clan, and Obi does his best looking after them

See more of my Cat Au designs here :3

The Disaster lineage (Yoda, Dooku, Qui, Obi, Anakin, Ahsoka + lore)

Prequel villains (Sidious, Dooku, Maul, Vader + Lore)

Kit-Fisto

Plo-Koon and Ahsoka

Sifo Dyas and Dooku

Disaster trio(Obi, Ani, Soka) doodles

Smol comics(ft. Qui, Rael, Sifo, Dooku): pt 1

Aayla Secura and Quinlan Voss

Luke and Leia

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY CAT DESIGNS

This is a PERSONAL AU and they mean so much to me

Last catpost for now 🐱

[0nceuponathrone]

Star Wars rebels warriors redraw from a old childhood drawing

[legends-chauvinist]

Odessen moments

Art by @creepingm0nster

[denimscotch]

@whiskygoldwings you can absolutely politely request :)

(you fool, you gave me the excuse to do what I’ve been wanting to do in the first place)

Marshall Commander Fox as a cat (Fives cat is possibility) multiple others are a possibility… (I already did the Bad Batch, I want to redo some of them)

I like to think the primary colors are dye and Cat Clones when they’re in training, that their fur is short and regulation trim and troopers fur grows out (so they can style it). Fox used to keep to a regulation trim but he just can’t be bothered recently. (Let him have his gray hairs)

[ao3-anonymous]

Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (07/15/2024)

Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms.  Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.

Overall:

Over 1,000 Fics:

Over 5,000 Fics:

Over 10,000 Fics:

Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard

[0alix0]

i said i did x2

[w4stedpapercl1p]

Hi guys I’m new to Tumblr and idk how to use this app but my sibling forced me to make an account so here I am

Umumumum you should be my friend if you like any of these

Generation Loss, Vocaloid, JRWI Riptide, JRWI Wonderlust, QSMP, DSMP, KSMP, Octonauts, did I mention I like Vocaloid, LMK, TMNT, Ninjago, CRK, Brawl Stars, Dandy’s World, Roblox Piggy, Forsaken, TRUD, Sprunki, Psych, Star Wars, Class Of 09, Spy X Family, Arcane, I REALLY FUCKING LOVE VOCALOID, Warriors, TF2, WOF, Encanto, Pokémon, Minecraft, Phighting, Mouthwashing, FNAF, Sally Face OMG I LOVE SALLY FACE, The Magnus Archives, and oh yeah you probably didn’t know this but I love Vocaloid, Regretevator, Lackadaisy, Hamilton, The Scarlet Pimpernel, Cats The Musical, Z-O-M-B-I-E-S, Dead Plate, Married in Red, Rwby, Kittyfish, Cat Game, My Street, MID, Undertale, Deltarune, Little Nightmares, did I ever tell you I like vocaloid, Get a Snack At 4 am, You Forgot Your Friends Birthday, It’s Not Me It’s My Basement, Crowscare, Sweet no Death, Pressure, probably a lot more but I’m too lazy to say them all.

Apparently I can only have 30 tags💔💔

[ladyzirkonia]

Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.

We are one when together,

we are one when parted,

we will share all,

we will raise warriors.

Every time I read this I remember how fucking romantic the Mandalorian wedding vow is.

[persephoneggsy]

went down a deep rabbithole of thinking about blorbos, and my SWTOR blorbo is Quinn, so... I made him a little family :3 I like to think about them interacting with my Sith Warrior, Nes'ria, who also has a decently-sized family, so when she and Quinn get married it's just a huge clan now lmao

All of them except for Rymar are OCs; Rymar we know the name + rank + death of from the SWTOR Encyclopedia under Quinn's entry. I did make up what I think he looks like, though.

miscellaneous facts about the Quinn clan that I couldn't fit in the headshots:

Solesta has a dislike of droids, finding them creepy. She also dislikes cybernetics and cyborgs. Ironically, and unbeknownst to her, her grandson Malavai will eventually end up with a woman whose family owns a large cybernetics company.

Solesta disappeared during a top secret mission when Malavai was around 15 years old. She and her crew were declared officially dead a year after her ship disappeared.

Solesta's husband passed when their kids were young. I imagine he was on track to being a rising star in the Imperial military, but he was cut down by a Jedi or something.

Rymar and Ridal are twins (Rymar is the older one).

Ridal disapproved of Rymar’s marriage to Mianna, believing she was too fragile for him. Despite this, she helps her son care for Mianna.

Ridal is lowkey disappointed that neither her son nor her nephew followed her footsteps into Imperial Intelligence. She doesn't know Halic refused to, given what happened to his father (murdered by a petulant Sith Lord). At least in the medical corps, any Sith he deals with are unconscious or too weak to threaten him.

Halic calls Malavai his baby cousin, despite only being a few months older than him. It annoys Malavai, who nonetheless reciprocates Halic's familial affection.

Halic jokingly complains that Malavai slept with a Sith before he could. He privately thinks Malavai is insane for falling for a Sith in the first place, and worries about his cousin (he later learns he doesn't have to, given Nes'ria's equal devotion to Malavai).

Halic has flirted with every member of Nes'ria's crew. Vette thinks he's a riot, Jaesa was flattered but embarrassed, and Pierce is debating sleeping with him to piss off Malavai.

Mianna witnessed her husband's death at the hands of the Republic force, and the trauma of that, plus her subsequent injury, rendered her largely nonverbal. She has only spoken Rymar or Malavai's name since being admitted to the hospital. The rest of the time, she communicates via either writing or signing.

Many Imperials view Mianna's situation with disdain, describing her as weak-willed and a drain on resources. It's only the lingering prestige of the Quinn family name, combined with threats from her sister-in-law Ridal, that keep such whispers behind closed doors.

There was a brief period after the Battle of Druckenwell that the family feared Malavai had been killed in action. It wasn't until a few weeks after the battle that he contacted them from Balmorra, informing them that he'd been court-martialed and demoted by Moff Broysc.

Ridal assists Malavai in bringing down Moff Broysc, using her old Inteligence contacts to help him abduct the Moff.

My personal headcanon is that Malavai knew Baras would go after his family if he didn't follow his orders, hence the betrayal. After Nes'ria spared him, he reached out to Halic and Ridal, warning them to watch out for any signs of retaliation from Baras. Nes'ria used her family's connections to have Malavai's family taken to a safe place until Baras was defeated.

[artsubject13]

[whitejays-galaxy]

Papa Plo and Kitten 'Soka

Yes, Ahsoka put flowers on her papa's head.

Now they're both ✨Bonita✨💅

Plo-Koon cat design(ngl he's one of my fave cat designs I made so far)

Small doodles of them

See more of my Cat Au designs here :3

The Disaster lineage (Yoda, Dooku, Qui, Obi, Anakin, Ahsoka + lore)

Prequel villains (Sidious, Dooku, Maul, Vader + Lore)

Kit-Fisto

Plo-Koon and Ahsoka

Sifo Dyas and Dooku

Disaster trio(Obi, Ani, Soka) doodles

Smol comics(ft. Qui, Rael, Sifo, Dooku): pt 1

Aayla Secura and Quinlan Voss

Luke and Leia

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY CAT DESIGNS

This is a PERSONAL AU and they mean so much to me

Whenever I post anything about this AU, it's going to be more design-based or doodle dumps most of the time🐱

Can't wait to show you my take on, Ventress, Sifo-Dyas, Lene Kostana, Padme, Shimi, The Clones, Luke, Leia, Han, and Chewbacca soon

[fleeting-sanity]

Flying Underground

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Rionnic was gone in a flash, utilizing the Force to escape Jaesa’s sights. When she returned to their manor, he wasn’t there, even after an hour in. Shortly after, their son woke up, all cheery and energized. Jaesa started dreading the father’s absence, as they had to depart preferably before noon.

“Where’s father? Is he at work already?” asked Rian freshly after showering.

“He’ll be back soon. Why don’t you have some milk first?”

She tried calling his holoreceiver, leaving a message when her attempts failed. Just as she was about to call her parents, the door opened to a calm and expressionless Rionnic. Immediately her head conjured a fantasy where she ran to him, arms circling his waist and inhaling his exposed chest. Instead, it was their son instead who ran to him for a hug. “Father! Where were you? You’re out so early.”

“Uh… just some work. But I’m confident I’m free of it until our trip’s over, this time. Have you had breakfast?”

Rian nodded, then returned the question to him. “Not yet. I’ll just have it on the way to our destination. Let’s get ready, we’re going spelunking!”

Which was met with Rian’s joyful exclamation. The little padawan skittered to his bag of equipment, while the parents did their best to avoid eye contact. She wordlessly served him breakfast, then changed to a more suitable outfit and gear for their activity; with her trusty double-bladed lightsaber holstered. When she arrived at the shuttle pad attached to their chateau, Rian was eagerly standing near the vehicle until he remembered something. 

“Oh! My special datapad! Let me get it quickly!” as the padawan ran back inside.

Rionnic soon joined her, face turned away while stating; “Stay alert for Killiks.”

She sighed. Her hand cautiously reached out to his arms, tentatively grasping his sleeve. He coldly took his arm back, proceeding to take his place in the pilot’s seat. Unbeknownst to them, their son watched the less than friendly interaction, killing the smile on his face and his enthusiasm. Once again, the silence was heavy on their journey to the mountains. Both parents noticed the change in Rian’s mood.

“You got everything sorted out, good Sir?”

“Yeah… I got my notes written on this datapad.”

Rian’s volume was subdued and somber. His mind kept collaging the moments from earlier with the question his mother asked of him on Ossus, and the way Rionnic hesitated each time he was asked about Jaesa. His parents however, were unnerved but quickly put the pieces together. They both admonished themselves, searching for ways to undo the damage.

“We’re almost there! Alright, Rian, there’s something that I need to emphasize here,” said Jaesa with a faux upbeat tone, grasping her son’s shoulders. “You’ve read about the Killiks, yes? If you’ve seen or stumbled upon one, do not engage them. Run to us. Inform us. Okay?”

“Y-yes, mother.”

“We’ll have to stay close to each other. Don’t worry, I picked the safest one, it should be clear enough.” Rionnic chimed in.

And thus the little family entered a cave in the Glarus region. It was damp and colder than the wintery landscape outside, and as they went further inside, traces of Killik hive mounds could be seen along the walls. Rian grimaced at the gooey texture, almost retching at the sight of carcasses trapped inside the structures. Jaesa tried her best to comfort him.

“Do you want to turn around? It seems like-”

“No, no. I’ve, uh, seen creatures in caves before! It’s just…” as the boy rubbed his face to try refreshing his thoughts. “You said you grew up here, mother?”

The former handmaiden chuckled quietly. “Yes, but not in the caves, of course. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Rionnic was strangely silent. His sight was focused on a crevice, sensing movement from the other side of the cave. But he had been told that this cave was already cleared of Killiks, as he grumbled inside. The Killiks were mostly driven back to the caves and out of the surface from the combined efforts of the Noble Houses and Galactic Solution Industries. Though, a small part of Alderaanians–particularly the scientists and historians, weren’t keen on the Order of Extermination. Not wanting to alarm his wife and child, he gently suggested that they either change course or find another cave. Rian chose the former.

“What’s wrong, father?”

Smiling, the father responded in a hushed tone. “They’re home. We might be intruding if we proceeded with that route-” 

But not a second later, two Killiks burst out from a hive mound, swinging their staffs towards the family. The father’s lightning reflexes had him flying to body-slam one while grabbing the other then throwing the Killik away. He confiscated the staff of the Killik he was pinning, bashing its head to unconsciousness. 

“Run out!” he exclaimed to his loved ones, while more Killiks appeared from a distance, disrupted by the noise.

Rian hesitated, but his mother dragged him away with her lightsaber in hand. He wanted to help, to finally fight alongside his father and put the sparring lessons to use. Rionnic’s lightsaber deflected the flurry of blaster bolts from the flanking Killiks, doing his best to avoid casualties, while fighting off the melee ones with the staff. When he felt that his family was far enough, he resorted to one of his more powerful but rarely utilized Force power.

Simultaneously, all of the Killiks began levitating off the ground, by their necks. 

The next Force power he used was to speed away, with the plan to release the Killiks once he was out of the cave. He didn’t have time to catch his breath upon seeing Rian sobbing in Jaesa’s cradle. “Rian?”

“Father!” As the boy jumped to his arms. “Did we… did we intrude? Was that wrong of us?”

The devoted father lifted him up in his embrace, stroking and soothing while walking away from the vicinity of the cave. “I have to be honest with you, I thought the cave was uninhabited. I’m so sorry. But I can assure you that everyone in the cave escaped with their lives.”

Rian’s response was to tighten his grasp, and his guilty sobs dried after hearing Rionnic’s suggestion. “How about we go to the Elysium now? The air is amazing there. We can go thranta riding too!”

Jaesa became the third wheel once again, a position that she wouldn’t protest. Hearing Rionnic’s tone and the way he embraced fatherhood made her fall even deeper. A private banter with Vette via holocom yesterday had her state her hopes of winning his heart back, something her twi’lek friend was fully on board with. This time, there would be no changing her mind anymore. 

She silently handed him a tumbler, which he took to replenish his mouth. The shuttle arrived at the Elysium, making Rian momentarily forget about his parent’s indifference towards each other earlier. Stepping out to the cool breeze and then seeing the ground below both excited and intimidated the young padawan, ready for a new experience. An unexpected sight was the group of Jedi in a tent, doing research on the ancient artifacts. Both mother and son introduced themselves while the father kept his distance. 

The sight of the Jedi being wise and knowledgeable, with some even sharing their research with him, inspired Rian.

Rionnic approached them, stating that a thranta was ready for a trip. Rian exclaimed his joy, skittering towards his father. However, the thranta can only fit two people at once, lest the third might lose balance due to the lack of space. Jaesa chose to stay behind with the Jedi, reminding her son to be careful and situationally aware.

“Wow! We’re flying! I mean–it’s different from riding a shuttle but–wow! Hahaha!”

Rian spread his arms out, mimicking the thranta’s wings. His father was glad–yet another one of his distraction tactics worked, but he wondered how much of it he had left and how often was it necessary. He knew that he was also hurting Rian by hurting his mother. Was he prepared to bare his heart again to her? What’s the importance of his wounded heart compared to his son’s?

The first thing he needed to do was to stop the disdain he felt whenever she was near. It was disrespectful, and even if she were to break his heart a thousand times more, he should at least remain dignified and composed for his son.

As soon as the thranta finished its lap, Rian immediately wanted to ride it again. Rionnic appealed to him; “The thranta needed rest and food, just like we do. We should do that too while we wait.”

“Okay… I’m kinda thirsty actually.”

Little did the former Wrath knew that he’d be eating lunch with the Jedi. He stood there like a frozen twig in winter, the thoughts in his mind crashing into each other like a trainwreck. Had he been a droid, he would have repeatedly uttered an error in the protocols. The only solace he took was how not one of them mentioned who he was. Yet. “Father? What are you doing? Come sit here.”

Rionnic’s awkwardness was almost comical to Jaesa. He couldn’t eat much–apparently listening to his son ramble on about archeology was fulfilling enough for him. The rest of the Jedi there didn’t talk much to him except for one. Kie’nir’tivvi, a Chiss Jedi made quite the change of atmosphere when she acknowledged Rionnic by “Lord Wrath”. She went even further by asking him if he would be interested in becoming a Jedi. 

“I’d love to see that!” Rian snickered.

A little jealousy in Jaesa thought that her colleague was making a move on her husband, while the husband was embarrassed, more than anything. Taking a short and sharp inhale, Rionnic wrestled the stoicism back to him, calmly replying; “Seems like a long shot.”

Kirvi chuckled. “I can give pointers. First hand experience here.”

The revelation was quite a shock to the couple. Rionnic declined to comment further, while Jaesa’s face slowly morphed into that of contempt. She knew of Rionnic’s character, making it not hurt as much, but she disliked the way other women were so easily cordial towards him. Rian noticed the tension, thus being reminded of the situation earlier that day. 

Children his age began to blossom in creativity and devious ideas. Once the meal was done, he was so insistent on riding the thranta again, to which Jaesa appealed for him to let the food digest to avoid air sickness. Just as they were about to board the thranta, he made a last minute change of mind by pretending to have a stomach ache. 

“It’s fine, it’s fiiiineeee, please go on ahead without me! I just need to go to the uh… refreshers!”

As if there were any of it on top of the Elysium. He made a show of running away, leaving the parents stunned. But not far from there, he turned around while comically pouting and placing his hands on his hips–metaphorically ushering his parents. If it were a children’s show, the parents would have been shown with visible sweating water drops, confused with Rian’s shenanigans. They had no choice but to get on the ride, awkwardly shuffling then colliding, adding to Rian’s amusement. 

“Wh-where are you taking seat-”

“The back–uh, backseat. Can’t have you hugging me from behind all the time, now, can’t we?” Jaesa teased, making Rionnic frown and sulkily hopped on the saddle. 

She fastened her arms around his abdomen, causing him to freeze for a second. It was the happiest Jaesa had been the entire day. As they began flying, she laid her head on his back, inhaling his scent, feeling safe and fluttery. He was trying his hardest to calm his heartbeat, not wanting to be flustered by the physical intimacy. The way her hands slithered around his body made the temperature rise, irregardless of how breezy flying with the thranta was. 

But he must make good of the promise he just made to himself. No more resentment, even in the absence of Rian.  

“Red…”

How badly he wanted to land quickly, but the thranta was just following the usual route it was trained for. 

“I understand your pain. I’ll always be here as your friend if you need me. I cannot help how I feel about you, though. If you’re not comfortable with that, I’ll try… try to…” Jaesa paused, unsure on how to continue. She tightened her embrace instead. “You deserve so much better. I won’t hold anything against you. But I want to help. Whatever you wish of me…”

Somehow, her words gave him comfort. She received no reply, but having him hear what she had to say was enough. They were silent for the rest of the ride. Once they safely disembarked, Rian was still with the Jedi group, having so much fun learning about archeology. He greeted his parents earnestly, immediately babbling about the new knowledge. 

“Soooo… what about your tummy? All good now?” asked Jaesa teasingly. “Hehe…. Yeah! Haha…” Rian swiftly realized that his parents were onto him. He lowered his gaze, watching his right feet sweep around the floor all guilty. Rionnic smirked and ruffled his son’s hair.

“Clever little boy, aren’t you? But don’t do it too often, lying can get you in trouble!”

“Yes, father…”

After Rian’s last thranta ride with Jaesa, the little family returned to their manor in a better mood than before, hopeful that the rest of the week would improve. But one question would change the atmosphere once again.

“Father, why did Master Kirvi call you Lord Wrath? What’s that?” 

[goethial]

it is @tacogoats-swtor 's birthday!!!!

[kemendin]

On a dreary afternoon in Kaas City, there's no better way for Lord Khel Sutek to relax than to surrender himself into the capable, talented, and outrageously teasing hands of his partner, Major Malavai Quinn.

Malavai Quinn x Light Side Sith Warrior Rating: Explicit Words: 2800 A/N: What can I say? I felt like writing more smexytimes with the Imperial lads. That's it, that's the note.

Read on AO3 (or below)

Even against the backdrop of the heavy rain spitting upon the apartment windows, Khel’s moans are distinctly audible.

His naked form is bright with sweat as he squirms where he’s seated on the bed. With his arms cuffed behind his back and his golden legs spread wide before him, the only thing keeping him functionally upright is the still-infuriatingly-clothed Imperial officer who’s sitting behind him. The one now chortling under his breath as Khel leans back, pushing against the other man’s grey-shirted chest, trying to find a moment of reprieve from the warm hand that keeps reaching around to tease between his trembling thighs, and yet -

“More,” Khel quavers out, as his head arches back over his partner’s shoulder. “More, Vai -“

He feels the scrape of a stubbled jaw against his temple, and another low chuckle that tangles in his tousled hair.

“You’re very needy today, aren’t you, my lord?” Quinn observes. His left arm is also wrapped forward around the Mirialan’s torso, this hand gliding back and forth over Khel’s abdomen, just low enough to be maddening and keep the Sith held firmly against him.

Khel only pants and moans again in reply, the sound thick with the heat that’s been coiling in his core for what seems like hours. Quinn’s fingers have always proved nimble around the body of a med-stim or the grip of a blaster; but he’s demonstrated many times to his lord that these are not their only talents.

Three of those fingers meander now across Khel’s ribs and along his hip, tracing the broken line of ink that curves towards the juncture of the Sith’s thighs, and then stopping just short of where Khel wants them. Needs them. He lets out a low whine, squirming briefly again. “Vai -”

Malavai reaches up and combs his other hand through Khel’s wavy, dishevelled hair. “Ask me properly,” he encourages in a murmur.

Khel lets his head fall back entirely under the delicious feeling of his partner’s fingers dragging across his scalp. “Please,” he groans. Bracing for a moment against Quinn, he uses what little leverage he can find to push his hips needily up against the other’s hovering hand. “Please touch me, Vai -”

“Very good, my lord, well done,” Quinn commends him, and another wave of arousal sweeps through Khel at these approving words.

He’s rewarded by the fingers that finally slip down into his aching cleft, soothing his need with their firm strokes, then inevitably stirring up the fires again. Before long his quickening breaths are edged with eager whines, as every touch of Malavai’s hand sends spurts of pleasure spiralling through his flesh.

“You’re so pretty, my lord,” Quinn tells him as he works, breathing the words down the length of the Sith’s taut neck. “Quite the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Khel moans again, as much a response to his partner’s words as to the fingers that slide lower, deeper, teasing around the entrance to the still-hollow throbbing inside him. It’s not as though he hasn’t heard it before - with his dark-rimmed diamond eyes, his copper hair, his golden skin accented by sharp tattoos, he has a tendency to turn heads - yet it’s never mattered to him how the strangers of the galaxy perceive him. 

But when it’s Quinn saying it, when it’s Malavai bloody Quinn who’s flattering him, complimenting him, telling him how utterly gorgeous he is - the Sith can’t get enough.

“Just think how many men would leap at the opportunity to have you like this, my lord,” Quinn  continues, his tone turning sly. “How many out there would be begging to touch you, to run their hands over every part of this beautiful body.” As though in emphasis, he drags his free hand up over Khel’s stomach, across his chest, down his side again, caressing his gleaming skin until the Mirialan is shuddering with delight.

“Nnnnnh… Quinn….”

“And yet,” Quinn goes on, in that matter-of-fact voice that always drives Khel wild when they’re alone together, “there’s only one man in the whole of the Empire afforded such a privilege. Can you tell me who that is, my lord?”

“You,” croaks Khel immediately, the word nearly catching in his throat as he squirms beneath his partner’s still-stroking hand. “You, Vai, no one but you -” And even through the heady fog of his own lust, he can sense Quinn’s satisfaction in this answer. In the larger scheme of things, of course, they both belong to something greater - to the Empire they so proudly serve - but here, for a few precious hours, they’re allowed to indulge in their selfishness.

“Quite right,” says Malavai, with just the trace of a smirk.

His thumb finds the swollen nub between his lord’s legs, and Khel instantly emits a sharp whine at the unbearable jolt sent through his core. He clamps his thighs together, curling away as best he can while Quinn chuckles quietly from behind him.

“Ahh-ah-ah.” Quinn clicks his tongue admonishingly. “None of that, my lord, come on now….”

He works his hand down around one of the Mirialan’s inner thighs, trying to coax them apart again. Khel whimpers softly, but after another moment he stops resisting, relaxing back against his partner.

“That’s it,” says Malavai encouragingly, as the Sith’s legs fall open again. “You’re doing so well for me, my lord, so well.”

“And you,” gasps Khel, his breath hitching as Quinn’s hand returns to broader strokes between his legs, “are having far too much fun with this.” 

He can feel the hard shape of Quinn’s erection even through the man’s trousers, pressing against him from behind. Khel wants so much to grasp at it, to show his partner a fraction of the delicious torment that Quinn is inflicting upon him; but Quinn has him cuffed in such a way that his arousal is just beyond the reach of Khel’s questing fingers. It could be mere happenstance - but knowing what he does of the major’s character, Khel suspects that this positioning is quite deliberate.

“How can I not?” returns Malavai glibly. “When you’re so delightfully responsive?” As if to prove his point, he thumbs at Khel’s clit again, and the Sith immediately spasms with pleasure.

“You’re a bloody sadist, Malavai Quinn,” Khel gasps out. He feels dizzy with unsatisfied lust; as Quinn lifts his hand again, Khel glances down, and he can make out a small stain where the sheer intensity of his need has dampened the sheets beneath him.

Quinn reaches up, nudging the Sith’s face towards him with a touch that’s also slick with the evidence of Khel’s desires. “And you love every second of it, don’t you, my lord?” he asks, in a prim voice that does nothing to negate the broad smirk that’s now stamped across his features.

Khel can barely keep still as he’s caught by Quinn’s gaze. There’s a particular gleam in the other’s blue eyes - a look that only comes on the rare occasions when it’s Quinn who’s in charge, Quinn who holds the power between them - and it invariably causes Khel to be overwhelmed with arousal, wanting nothing more than to throw his naked body beneath his partner and let himself be pounded into a moaning golden puddle.

But Quinn clearly has other ideas tonight. Khel opens his mouth to reply, only to feel a couple of still-slick fingers slide past his lips and drag across his tongue.

“Good and wet now, my lord,” Malavai tells him, and although by this point the Mirialan is hardly in need of further lubrication, Khel still sucks obediently, eagerly, at his partner’s fingers, until at length Quinn draws them out and replaces them with his lips as a reward.

With his arms secured behind him, kissing is the only outlet Khel has, and so it’s with blatant hunger that he presses his mouth to Quinn’s. But mere moments pass before Malavai lifts away, leaving Khel to stutter in protest as he gulps at the empty air.

“Gods, Vai, please,” he groans thickly, trying to lift his hips, desperate to feel the fingers he just prepared. His head flops back in frustration as Quinn merely wafts his other hand soothingly over his lord’s heaving abdomen.

“Shhhhh. Soon, my lord, very soon. Let’s get you comfortable first.”

Khel’s normally graceful movements are clumsy with desire as Quinn helps shift him onto his back. Soon he’s laid perpendicular across the other man’s legs - a position that recalls evenings spent on the sofa together, when Quinn will sit back with a datapad in one hand, Khel’s head resting upon his thighs, his fingers carding softly through the Sith’s hair as he reviews the last of the day’s reports. 

Only this time, it’s Khel’s hips which are situated in his lap, and Khel’s smooth skin being stroked by those fingers, and there’s not a datapad in sight to distract Malavai from focusing all of his attention on his lord.

“You’re so beautiful, my lord Khel,” Quinn praises thickly. “Lying here with your legs open for me.” He hooks a hand beneath the golden leg closest to him, spreading the Sith wider, as though to get a better view. “I think I could look at you like this for days, if it suited my fancy.”

Every breath is a shallow whine in Khel’s throat as he lies there, totally at the mercy of Malavai’s once-more-teasing touch - the hand that moves to glide over his shining skin and twitching muscles, leaving ripples of pleasure in its wake. Even as he pants and squirms, he can’t help but marvel distractedly at his partner’s composure - how Quinn can have the Mirialan draped naked across his lap, yet not display the slightest compulsion to tear his clothes off as well, and satisfy his own carnal urges.

Khel gasps tightly as Malavai’s touch flits again across his sensitive bud, inducing a sharp buck of his hips. “Please, Quinn,” he implores, rocking within the other’s grasp. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

“You asked me to help you relax, my lord,” replies Quinn archly, “and I promise you, I’m going to carry out your wishes.”

Steady fingers stroke along the edges of Khel’s cleft, and this time the Sith’s groan is edged with an involuntary growl of frustration. “Do I seem relaxed to you, Major?!”

“These things can’t be rushed, my lord. You wouldn’t want me to be anything less than completely thorough, would you?”

Khel shakes away a lock of hair that’s fallen across his face, and glares at Quinn from his admittedly disadvantaged position. The other man chuckles again, smugly.

“Now then,” Malavai goes on, and Khel’s heavy breath hitches as he feels a fingertip teasing at his entrance. “Is this what you want, my lord?”

“Yes,” moans Khel, through gritted teeth, because he knows that Quinn won’t give him satisfaction unless he says it. “Gods, yes, I want your fingers in me -“

“Very well,” replies Quinn smoothly.

At last, he slides a finger into his lord’s wet heat. Khel emits a long, shuddering groan of delight and lets his head fall back onto the bed, moaning freely as Quinn begins stroking inside him. While he enjoys proper intercourse with his partner, something about being fucked by Quinn’s fingers feels like its own special brand of intimacy. The deliberation of it, perhaps - that placing of judgement above instinct, decision over impulse. And it drives him wild.

Quinn’s firm, delicious thrusts soon have the Mirialan mewling loudly again. He gasps and wriggles upon his partner’s lap as his pleasure climbs steadily towards the summit. Malavai smirks down at him.

“Another?” the major guesses slyly, even as his solitary finger continues in its task.

Lightheaded with lust, Khel gives a desperate nod in reply. He pushes imploringly upward with his hips, a wordless request for further attention between his legs.

Quinn obliges. A second finger joins the first, slicking steadily within the Sith’s sensitive core. Khel moans gratefully - then yelps in surprise when Malavai’s other hand resumes fondling at his swollen clit. 

He spasms beneath his partner’s touch, tensing, twisting as the abrupt dual stimulation threatens to overwhelm him. 

“Quinn -” he gasps. “Gods, Quinn, please, I can’t -”

But he can, and they both know it, and so Malavai only bears down harder, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he rubs relentlessly at the Mirialan’s arousal and his fingers pump faster into him.

“Come for me, my lord,” says Quinn, in a husky voice that does nothing to diminish the clear command in his words. “Just for me.”

Khel digs his heels into the bed, his neck taut, his body arching upward into the other man’s hand, as every frantic breath comes higher and tighter than the last. After so long being teased and tormented by his partner’s ministrations, he can feel the crest of pleasure bearing down on him now with almost alarming speed.

“Quinn -” he manages to gasp again, before his eyes clamp shut; Quinn’s fingers crook inside him, and Khel clenches, and with a hoarse wail he comes, careening over the edge of ecstasy.

Wave after wave of pleasure cascades through the Sith, helped along by the strokes of Malavai’s still unflagging fingers, as the major makes sure to eek out every last jolt and tremor from his lord’s brilliant body. Khel has no choice but to ride it out. He mewls without care or restraint, as for a few endless moments he knows nothing but the decadent bliss of his partner’s touch.

At length Khel’s cries subside to whimpers, and his body slumps in the descending aftermath of his orgasm. By the time Quinn carefully withdraws his fingers, all the Sith can do is lie there across the other man’s lap - sweaty and breathless and utterly spent.

“There,” says Quinn. He leans back and regards the Mirialan with no small measure of satisfaction. “I said I would help you relax, and I believe I’ve done just that.”

Khel can’t truthfully contradict him on this, given how most of the bones in his body seem to have melted into uselessness. He moans again, softly, but after a short pause he musters enough energy to retort, “Don’t… gloat, Vai.”

The vestige of a smirk still lingers on Malavai’s face. “Merely enjoying the results of a job well done, my lord,” he returns glibly.

Khel foregoes glaring at him in favour of letting his head loll to one side. He draws in several steadying breaths, and eventually concedes,“Gods, you really are good.” 

A fog of satisfaction has taken hold, diffusing through his body, leadening his limbs in pleasant repose. Yet against his slackened thigh he can feel the hard shape of Quinn’s unrelieved desire, still impressively contained within his trousers; and so it’s not long before the recovering Sith starts to wiggle against his restraints, bracing upon the bed to try and sit himself up.

“Alright, Quinn. You’ve had your fun. Now let me out of these so I can… return the favour.”

Quinn’s eyebrows lift. “Given what just transpired here, that sounds rather like a threat, my lord,” he notes lightly. Nevertheless, he helps the Mirialan upright; one hand reaches around, releasing the lock on Khel’s cuffs with practised ease.

“Oh, it is,” Khel assures him, in a voice like Killik-silk. The instant his aching arms are free he climbs on top of Quinn, deliberately pushing the other man back onto the bed as he straddles him. “I want to see how long you can hold out on me.”

In emphasis of these intentions, Khel grinds slow and hard against the bulge beneath him, until the front of Quinn’s trousers is damp with residue from the Sith’s sated pleasure. Malavai’s breath catches, holds, then releases in a taut groan. Khel watches with a keen smile as the other man’s smirk dissolves, replaced by a flustered, needy hue that creeps across his face.

“And just to keep things interesting,” the Mirialan continues lowly, and leaning down, he brushes his lips over Quinn’s flushed cheek. “Not a bit of begging from those lovely lips of yours, do you hear me? You’re better than that.”

Quinn’s eyes go rather wide. “I don’t - my lord, that’s hardly fair -” he sputters out incredulously.

Khel chuckles warmly against Malavai’s jaw. “I’m not in the business of being fair,” he points out, because once in a while, in the easiness of their bedroom, he finds it amusing to don the demeanour of a far more typical Sith.

Sitting up, he bears down again with his hips, and his eyes crinkle in fiendish delight as Quinn shudders and groans eagerly beneath him. 

“Remember now,” Khel says, as he begins leisurely pushing Quinn’s shirt up his chest. “Not one ‘please’ out of you. But,” he adds, “you’re free to curse all you like.”

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sorry but i'm still fucking hysterical over the fact that vette actually DOES APPROVE your flirting with quinn on balmorra but as soon as he steps on the ship? nope, gtf away!1!! she makes BLEUGH sound every time he and the warrior have even the tiniest PDA moment. she. judges. you.