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malusmagpie · 1 year ago

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Gentle Hands

Pairing: Anakin x Jedi!Reader

Summary: Anakin doesn’t like being touched. Everybody knows they shouldn’t touch him unless it’s absolutely necessary. Until…

Word count: 6.5K

Trigger warnings: 18+ smut and drinking

A/N: Slow burn baby! It’s Clone Wars era Anakin cuz I’ve been watching Clone Wars a lot but just imagine early ROTS Anakin bc Hayden. Okay? Okay. Also we are so back. Ps, Zeltron spiced wine is an aphrodisiac. Just fyi. No relation to this piece of writing, of course.

It was a regular day. There was a soft buzz of commotion in the Jedi Temple. Nothing loud enough to annoy you but if it was gone you’d notice. Footsteps, voices speaking, the sounds of droids doing their business. It’s what normally woke you up everyday, the relative silence of the night would begin to turn into the early morning sounds of Jedi business. In all honesty, it made you feel excited to wake up. To see what new mission would be brewing, to hear the stories of the most recent expedition. The war had its effect on you and your Master but it never broke your spirit. You were proud to be who you were, to do what you do. You were even prouder to have Master Plo Koon as your teacher. He was the kindest one, at least to your knowledge. The two girls you often hung out with on your off time told you stories of how their Masters were very strict and had little to no empathy once the war had started. You deemed yourself lucky and even more so, grateful.

Your eyes watched the small skylight that was fixed to your ceiling. Being one of the older younglings, and now a Padawan, you got to move to your own living quarters in the main complex of the temple. They all had skylights and balconies whereas the younglings were bunked in big rooms in the lower levels of the temple so they would be harder to get to incase of an ambush.

You watched the thin clouds move across the bright blue sky quickly, telling you the weather was warm with a breeze. Your legs slid off the bed, your body following suit to bring you to a sitting position. The cold marble floor of your apartment was hidden by a single carpet right by your bed and your feet revelled in the feeling of the soft fibres keeping them warm.

The clock read 7:45 and you sighed. You only had 15 minutes to be up and outside before breakfast was served and with a sigh you walked on tiptoe across the cold floor into your bathroom.

With a lazy flare you brushed your teeth and washed your face. Your hair was still damp from the shower you had taken late last night instead of sleeping. You brushed out the damp curls and they turned into soft waves. You decided that was good enough before changing and heading out the door. The second you opened the door you were greeted by your Master.

“Glad to see you awake.” Plo Koon spoke with his arms crossed over his chest. You gave him a half smile as you reached out a joking fist to punch his arm lightly.

“You stalking me now?” You said and the sound of your own voice speaking for the first time today shocked you. It sounded like you just woke up for sure. A small laugh was heard coming from your Master and it brought a smile to your face. “What’s the plan for today, Master?” You asked in hopes to sway him from thinking you’d slept in.

He gave you a shrug. “Only thing I’m planning is breakfast. We’ve been on the go for weeks. You and I both deserve a small break.” He said as he peered into the space behind you. It was a mess. Your hand pulled the door closed with a nervous laugh.

“I could eat.” You replied with a shrug and he turned on his heels and you followed him to the dining hall. The two of you walked until your eyes landed on a taller figure. His dark clothes immediately made him stand out as he spoke to one of the Clones, you believed his name was Rex. With a shaky breath you watched as Plo Koon walked over to him. They spoke about something and you tried to unglue your feet from where he had left you standing. When you finally began to move toward them, Anakin glanced at you. Your breath caught itself in your throat and before you could take another step he nodded to Plo Koon and walked away.

“Your staring doesn’t go unnoticed.” Your Master said simply as he walked past you and it took every ounce of will in your body to move and follow him. As you walked you could have sworn you felt a pair of eyes on you and you whipped your head around to see Anakin talking to somebody you didn’t know, his back was turned to you and his hands were folded behind his back. You rolled your eyes, kicking yourself for being stupid enough to think he’d ever look in your general direction.

It wasn’t as if you two had never spoken. You were the same age, both partaking in the same level of Jedi training under equally fantastic Jedi Masters. Although, your interactions had never exceeded anything beyond polite and courteous conversation due to being in the same room as each other.

As the years went on, he became a bit taller, his hair grew and he chopped off his Padawan braid, his shoulders got broader, and your heart started beating a little faster every time he was around. It didn’t go unnoticed by you. It wasn’t some strange feeling that came out of nowhere. It was very prominent in your head at all times, your growing attraction to the boy. It was almost more aggravating to deal with when you knew it was happening. You’d fight yourself every day on repressing the thoughts that would populate in your minds eye at the sight of him. You’d heard multiple stories of his aversion to people. He didn’t like being touched, he barely even liked talking to strangers. You’d seen somebody try to give him a side hug once after he and Obi-Wan had successfully completed an assignment and the look on his face mixed with his blunt words of rejection made you fear ever coming close enough to touch him. The idea of touching him was reserved for your fantasies now.

The day had gone achingly slow and it felt as though your brain was far away from your body. Your master allowed you to go eat breakfast with your two friends and the three of you chatted and caught up, though you didn’t retain much of what they said. You barely even spoke, assuming a listening role, too busy thinking about the eyes you had sworn you felt on you earlier.

Once you had finished eating you returned to your Master who was sat amongst other amicable Jedi. The two of you walked through the gardens while Plo Koon gave you advice and some of literature to read up on. You nodded your head and made a mental note to visit the archives and pick up whatever he was talking about. He dismissed you, having no further work to give you. It had been three days since your last mission had ended and you thanked your lucky stars you hadn’t gotten a new assignment as you made your way across the long and beautifully decorated hallways of the Jedi Temple. Your eyes scanned the art that hung between every window. You heard quick footsteps behind you and your body turned in an instant, your relief was obvious when you saw the face of your friend who had clearly been wandering around looking for something to do.

“Where are you off to?” She asked as she slowed her pace, nearing you. You met her halfway.

“Just the archives. Master Plo Koon gave me some stuff to check out.” You spoke and she rolled her eyes.

“Just once I wanna hear you say you’re doing something normal.” She laughed and now it was your turn to roll your eyes. The two of you fell into step together as you walked toward the room full of all the information a Jedi could possibly need.

“Jedi’s don’t live a very normal life.” You responded and she simply shrugged her shoulders. She was a bit erratic and always had been an unconventional person. It had always been clear she longed for a normal life but she wasn’t from a good family nor a good place, she knew she was better off here.

“Well you’re not a Jedi yet.” She nudged you gently with a small smile on her face. You turned your body to face her as you walked in front of her with a look of mocked shock on your face. Turning the corner, you began to say something snarky in response but her hand reached out to you and her eyes went wide.

“Y/N watch ou-“ She pursed her lips, cutting herself off when you felt a light thud against your back. You felt hands grip your shoulders gently and you whipped around to see who you had so carelessly walked into. You were faced with a chest at first but with a small upward tilt of your head you saw the curly hair and blue eyes you spent most days thinking about staring directly at you.

Of course it would be him.

Your embarrassment was painted over every aspect of you. Your shoulders slumped and your cheeks reddened. Until you realized that there was no glare, no scowl. He looked down at you with what seemed like a hint of a smile. Your heart almost leaped out of your chest as you backed away from his touch. His hands seemed to attempt to linger on your shoulders before dropping to his sides. With a deep breath you began to apologize and he looked between you and your friend.

“Didn’t see you there, my fault.” He said gently as he slipped by the two of you. “Have a nice evening.” He finished. You looked back at your friend and you couldn’t imagine your facial features were much different from hers. With wide eyes and slightly parted lips you both shook your heads as he walked away.

“Sorry!” You finally blurted out behind him, causing your eyes to squeeze shut. You wished you could curl up inside yourself and die when all you heard in response was his distant chuckle. The two of you watched as he entered a room and closed the door behind him and the second he was gone, your friend began to cackle.

“Sorry.” She mimicked as you stared at her. “Man. I was expecting him to tell you right off.” She continued to speak through her laughs. You didn’t say anything. You shoulders were burning where his hands had been and your stomach felt like it had been tied into knots. Another deep breath eased you into being able to move again.

“He’s so weird.” You said, brushing it off in an attempt to neutralize her. It worked and you desperately tried to change the subject by asking her about herself. The two of you walked and she rambled on about some mission she had just come back from until you got to the archives. When you were done downloading everything onto a small device, you turned to her. “I have to go back to Plo Koon. I forgot to ask him something. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You lied, desperately trying to be alone. She nodded and said something about seeing you tomorrow, you weren’t listening, before leaving you to go find something else to do.

You rushed to your apartment in the Temple, finally letting out a deep sigh when you heard the door of your safe space close behind you. You tossed the small device that held all the information you needed on the small table in the middle of the apartment before sitting on the couch beside it. You felt as though there wasn’t enough air in the apartment for you to breathe in, which made no sense, but you opened your balcony door anyways.

The soft sounds of the fountain in the garden and the bustling of people below you didn’t seem to clear your head. You sighed, feeling as if you might finally be going insane. The thoughts in your head were clambering over one another in order to be heard as you paced the main room. You ran a hand through your hair and tightened your fist at your scalp with another weary sigh. Without a second thought you began to drop all your clothing off your body, leaving them behind you like a small trail to the bathroom. You adjusted the shower to be on the coldest setting and stared at the water, thinking of how water never looked cold or hot; it always just looked like water. Before you let yourself think your way out of it, you stepped in and a loud yelp escaped your mouth.

“Shit!” You yelled as the freezing water unrelentingly pelted against your skin. You cursed under your breath as if you were mad at the water for not realizing you were uncomfortable but you pressed your eyes shut and took heavy, pursed lipped breaths. When you began to feel as if you couldn’t take it anymore, your hand reached out to the faucet and you turned it to a higher heat setting. The sudden heat hitting your body made you feel like you could drop to the ground so you did. You let yourself sit on the floor of the shower and warm up. Your breathing became normal and your heart rate slowed. The thoughts got quieter but they were still there. The feeling of the hot water on your shoulders mimicked a feeling you’d felt earlier and that’s when you stood back up and turned the water off completely.

With legs that felt like jello you dried off and pushed yourself toward your closet and found something to lay down in. You’d sleep early tonight and forget about it all in the morning, you thought. Soft linen pants and an equally soft shirt adorned your frame and you decided a drink wouldn’t kill you. You settled into a spot on your couch with crossed legs, a large glass of wine on the table, and a salty snack you’d been waiting to try in your lap. Your hand reached for the small remote next to you and you watched the screen in front of you flicker to life at the press of a button. You let whatever was on the Holo play, not bothering to find something you enjoy. You just wanted something to distract you.

Hours passed and your eyes were yet to get heavy. There was no level of relaxation that could make you go to bed. You glanced at the clock on the wall and chewed at a piece of skin that had released its hold on your lip. You lifted the glass to your lips and found it to be empty. The bottle was on the table, empty as well. You rolled your eyes and let a breath out from your closed lips causing them to flutter and make a funny noise. You felt seemingly alright for somebody who’d polished a bottle of Zeltron spiced wine, you thought. With a swift motion you stood up and wobbled like a newborn deer.

You might have slightly misread your sobriety level.

It took a few steps to steady yourself but you did it. Your hand reached for your hooded robe on the hook by the front door and you slipped on your boots. The pairing looked silly with your pyjamas and you decided to tie up your robe in a small effort to hide it.

You opened your door slowly and peered around the dimly lit hallways before stepping out completely and closing the door behind you, locking it twice to make sure you did it. Your footsteps seemed so loud no matter how quietly you tried to walk, they echoed off the marble floors and high ceilings. It wasn’t a crime to be out at night but as a Padawan your Master should always know what you’re doing, and Plo Koon was definitely in the dark on your actions.

You wandered through the hallways and noticed how vastly different they looked without the natural light pouring through the ceiling high windows. The paintings almost had an eerie look about them and the dim lighting had the opposite of a warm effect on you. You ignored your paranoia, it was just the wars sick effect on you. You began to hum to clear your thoughts, a tune you remember from your childhood. You didn’t remember much other than your life at the Temple but you held on dearly to the small bits you remembered from before.

Without you even realizing, the hallway you had wandered into seemed to have broken light fixtures and it was completely dark. You slowed your steps and reached into the Force for a brief bit of direction. You felt something in front of you and you felt your heart begin to race. You froze in place and squeezed your eyes shut when you felt it get closer. A small thump made a yelp escape your lips as hands gripped your shoulders tightly. One hand left your shoulders and your eyes widened in fear, your mouth dropped open but no sound escaped.

The loud hum of a lightsaber igniting filled the air just as quickly as the blue light that illuminated the face in front of you. Your look of horror didn’t wash away when you saw who it was.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing sulking around in the dark?” Anakin spoke in a hushed yet aggressive tone. Your mouth opened and closed but you couldn’t get any words to fall through. He raised an eyebrow, his shoulders dropped and he looked more relaxed now that he knew you were harmless. It seemed he had the same fear as you did, walking through the dark halls. “Have you been drinking?” He asked, his hand never left your shoulder and you turned your head slowly to look at it before looking at him again with a nod.

He laughed. Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?” You said, your voice barely audible.

“Nothing. Just the second time today you’ve walked directly into me.” He mused.

“I wasn’t walking.” You shrugged.

“All the same.” He shrugged back, his hand dropped from your shoulder and he made his way next to you, his hand now found a spot on your lower back. “Let’s get you back to your room.”

You shook your head. “I left my room for a reason.”

“And what would that be?” His voice had never been this quiet before, it made you feel safe.

“You ask a lot of questions. Why are you sulking around in the dark?” You built up the courage to speak to him like a normal person. Your drunken mind didn’t even notice that he hadn’t once let his hand fall away from your body since you had bumped into each other.

“I was going to the gardens to think.” He answered and it shocked you, you almost thought he wouldn’t. You looked at him for a moment before shrugging again, giving your head a tilt.

“I was too.” You said with all the certainty you could muster, which wasn’t much. He smiled again, it was rare you saw him laugh or smile and in the last minute or so, you’d seen both. It made your stomach feel warm and it wasn’t just the wines fault.

“Right. Let’s go then.” He played along, guiding you down the dark hallway with his lightsaber. He disengaged it when the exit of the Temple came into your vision. The door was pushed open by him and the hand he had on the small of your back, ushered you out in front of him. You realized his level of touchiness when he rushed over after you to place his hand back on you.

Your heart felt like it was making its way up your throat and you couldn’t breathe, let alone speak. Something in your stomach began to feel warm and your head felt so far from your body you thought you could faint. You didn’t want him to stop touching you so when you both got to a small spot in the garden, surrounded by bushes, you pulled him over by his arm and sat on the soft grass. He looked down at you with the ends of his lips curled and sat crossed-legged across from you. You mimicked his position and inched forward so your knees were touching his. Every single place that was touched by him went fire hot. You’d never felt like this. You weren’t sure if it was the wine or him, either way you would live like this forever if you could.

When he didn’t protest to your knees touching his, you looked at him. “Thought you didn’t like being touched.” Your words came out slightly slurred but you tried your best to hide it by articulating a little better.

“That is circumstantial, Y/N.” He responded, eyeing you. It seemed as though he was trying to read you. You felt judged but not in a bad way. You allowed him to look, even sitting up a bit straighter. Your head tilted again at his response. Your hand absent mindedly fiddled with the grass under you, twirling the blades between your fingers.

“To what?” You asked gently, feeling a quiet in your mind that you hadn’t felt since he had touched you outside the Archives. His eyes watched your hands play with the grass when he spoke.

“You.” He didn’t look at you. Was he nervous or lying? You couldn’t tell and it caused a small laugh to escape your lips. He finally looked at you, his puzzled features were desperately scanning you to figure why you would laugh at him.

“Me? You want me to touch you?” You laughed again. You wouldn’t be surprised if in a few moments you woke up in a cold sweat on your couch. Your nerves were gone, and he was here with you. He was touching you, he was looking into your eyes. It had to be a dream.

“What if I do?” He leaned back on his hands, his long torso extended in the most delicious way and you didn’t bother trying to disguise your staring. There was an intensity in the air that made it feel okay to be like this. You felt like you were heating up more and more by the second and you wondered if he felt the same. You watched his chest, it moved faster than a normal persons would, signalling that was breathing heavily.

“We did a mission together once.” He spoke again, snapping you out of your trance. You looked at him, your head shook as a reaction. That was two years ago, when you were both 20. You went on a mission with three Jedi and three Padawans including yourself, Anakin, Plo Koon, and Obi-Wan. They thought a big mission like that would do better with a larger group.

“I’m aware.” You said nonchalantly. You remembered it but you were shocked that he did too.

“You helped carry me back onto the ship. You got me water and dressed the cut I got on my face.” His hand touched the scar over his eye instinctively as he spoke. You looked away, following your arm down to where your hand was gripping the grass gently.

“It was nothing.” You shrugged.

“It was protocol,” He started, a shrug of his own mimicked yours. “But it felt so intimate. I felt like electricity had run through me every time you touched me. Every time you apologized for accidentally hurting me I felt my heartbeat in my ears.” He looked at you and you prayed he didn’t see you holding your breath. You ripped one piece of grass out of the ground and raised it to tie it into several small knots, the same knots you felt in your stomach. There was no use in pretending his words didn’t affect you the way they did.

“You can always tell me to stop if you want me to shut up.” He whispered as his hand reached to yours, taking the blade of grass from you and replacing it with his own hands.

“There’s no way you’re doing this right now.” Your drunken words came out a little louder than you wanted and you laughed as a response at your own inability to self regulate. You slipped your hands out of his and crossed them over your chest.

“What? You think you’re the only one here capable of feeling things?” He smirked, a joking tone laced in his voice. Your eyes widened and you looked at him.

“You don’t act like it. You’ve never spoken to me for more than a few minutes. You found me drunk and alone at night and suddenly you felt electricity all those months ago? Your heartbeat in your ears?” You laughed. Sober you wouldn’t dare speak to anybody like this. You were kind and curt no matter what the scenario. It felt like you had been possessed by an over-confident, aggressive, and unserious version of yourself. You didn’t mind it when you saw the look on his face. He had been joking but your serious response clearly wasn’t what he had been pining for.

“Would you rather I follow you around like a lost puppy? Or try to talk to you every chance I get? Why would I make my feelings obvious, Y/N?” He asked, his voice was still gentle and it made your arms tingle with the feeling of goosebumps raising.

“Maybe. Maybe I do. I spent years watching you, praying you’d let your eyes linger for long enough to see how highly I feel about you.” Your words probably didn’t make sense, but you felt they did. He got it, you could tell by the way his eyebrows pushed themselves apart from their furrowed position and his eyes adopted a more understanding emotion.

“Why dwell on me being an idiot and not focus on the fact that if you were anybody else you’d have been left alone for the night?” He asked and you rolled your eyes. Was he really that arrogant?

“Because you being an ‘idiot’ made me feel like a bigger idiot and a bit of a creep.” You said bluntly and he laughed.

“If I told you how I felt about you, I’d be the creep.” He chuckled and you raised your chin in curiosity.

“Do tell.” You mused, the serious air leaving almost immediately as leaned back on your own hands with a grin.

“No.” He shook his head with a small grin finding his features as well.

“Please? I’ll tell you if you tell me.” You tried to barter and even though you felt like a young, naive, school girl you enjoyed the aura of the interaction.

“Fine.” He sat up, his knees raised and he draped his arms over them and you followed, sitting in the same position. Your faces were a few feet away on account of how long his legs were but you stared at each other for a moment, stifling giddy laughs and smiles. “At first, I thought you were the most talented Jedi I’d ever seen. You’re smart too. Dedicated.” He started and you smiled.

“I know all of that, Anakin. Get to the good stuff.” You gestured your hand in the air as if saying ‘hurry up’ and he rolled his eyes.

“Patience.” He made a mockingly serious face before going on with his grand revelation. “I like that you’re confident in yourself. Everything I’ve heard about your missions was always positive, the trust your Master has in you is incredible.” He cleared his throat. He was beating around the bush and he knew it. You groaned a bit and he held his hand up. “But you’re also beautiful. I can always tell who’s laughing when I hear you. Even if I’m not looking. I know it’s you. It’s very distinct. If the suns raised every morning just to see your face and head your laugh it wouldn’t surprise me. I can always feel when you’re around, your presence alone is so loud… Warm and.. Inviting. I always think about you and whenever I catch it I beat myself right the hell up.” He shrugged.

You stared at him. That wasn’t what you expected. Not from a man with his reputation. You expected something baseline and boring. Even a bit sexual. He is a man after all but he shocked you for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

“Why would you beat yourself up?” You asked, skillfully dodging all the soft and mushy stuff he had mentioned. He shrugged.

“Obvious reasons, Y/N.” He said simply and you nodded. “Your turn.” He smiled and you internally screamed at yourself for promising this to him. It was only fair but Maker, it was embarrassing.

“I hate to be the person who says something as easy as ‘I feel the same’…” You trailed off and he leaned forward, like he was eager to hear what you had to say. It made you feel special. “But I do. I might even feel more intensely than you.” You took a deep breath to help yourself get it over with. “I admire you more than you could know. I’ve never known anybody who’s been through so many adversaries and came over them to be as amazing as you. I think of you every day and since earlier, it’s gotten almost unbearable to deal with. I think about you during the day and I dream of you at night. I know it’s not right but I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you. Every aspect of you.”

You didn’t get very far in your confession before Anakin pushed both of your legs down and pulled you toward him. You almost floated toward him and into his lap. Your eyes stared at him wildly as his hand touched the side of your cheek, stroking it gently. “Anakin..” You started and he shook his head.

“Please let me try this. It’s all I can ever think about.” He whispered and you didn’t object. His nose touched yours and your eyes fluttered shut. His breath against your lips made some kind of switch inside of you flip and you pushed your lips against his as your hands grabbed at the fabric on his back before moving up to the nape of his hair. He moaned against you and you let out a heavy breath between your lips. The sound alone made you push him down on his back and you clambered over him.

He held you tightly to his body and rolled the two of you over so he would be over you. Through heavy handed kisses he whispered something but you couldn’t make it out.

“Hm?” You asked, pulling away. He stared at you with an intensity you’d never seen before and it made your blood feel like lava in your veins. You anticipated his response.

“Keep this up and I’m going to have to take some extreme measures.” His voice was gravelly and his breath hit your face with every syllable. You felt your breathing become erratic and sharp. You stared up at him and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes almost closed at the feeling. You pulled him back toward you, engaging him in another longing kiss. You moaned when his tongue slipped between your lips. Your hips moved up toward his instinctually and he pushed them back down with a sound that almost sounded like a growl.

“Don’t.” He whispered.

“Why not?” You responded. The wine had taken its natural affect on you and at this point, having him was all you wanted.

“I want it to be special.” He said as he pulled away from you. He had a level of restraint that he was struggling to maintain and you could feel it.

“You’ll have plenty of do-overs.” You mumbled before pulling him back to you and he gave in. He untied your robe and looked down at your pyjamas that were hiding underneath and a small chuckle escaped him before he began to pull away the clothing on your body. He left your panties on before he pulled his own shirt off. His pants stayed on and you didn’t care. You could stare at his body forever, so you stared with wide and lustful eyes. It was far better than you could ever have imagined and it made you squeeze your legs together.

His hand traced down from your cheek to your chin, across your collarbone and down the side of your body. He hit a spot where you were a bit sensitive and you jerked at the ticklish feeling. He smiled, tracing his finger up and down a few times to see your reaction. You whined in response and he didn’t waste anytime in giving you what you wanted.

His hand felt ginormous between your legs and you sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers danced over your panties. He felt how wet you were and a smirk washed over his face. “I’m not even gonna say it.” He laughed gently as he increased the pressure of his movements against you.

“Say what?” You said, your words mixed into the sound of a moan.

“How wet you are and how much I like it.” He leaned down and began to pepper kisses all over your neck and collarbone. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he slipped your underwear to one side and ran his fingers through your folds. Your back arched and you spread your legs a bit more for him and he smiled against your skin. “Good girl.” He whispered, causing a small whimper to leave you.

Anakin’s fingers worked your throbbing heat gently, starting with one pumping in and out of you at an alarmingly slow pace. You wriggled under him and he used his free hand to hold you still. “Patience.” He repeated his words from earlier. You tried to keep still while he added a second finger and increased his pace, curling them ever so gently. Moans fell from your lips and you tried your best to silence them. You focused on staring up at the stars above you, not even caring that the two of you were doing this outdoors, hidden between a few bushes.

After what seemed like a decade, he pulled his fingers out of you and pressed them against your clit. Your own excitement was all he needed for lubricant. He rubbed it slowly while sucking gently at your neck. “Anakin.” You moaned and he hummed as a response. “Please don’t stop.” You said desperately.

“I like it when you beg.” He whispered as he moved his fingers in quick circular motions against your clit. You felt your entire body jerk up toward him at the new feeling. You’d done this yourself multiple times and it had never felt as good as it did right now. Your eyes squeezed shut as your felt yourself get closer and closer to euphoria. Your hands gripped at his hair, pulling and tugging it, causing a moan to leave his mouth and you felt the feeling come barreling at you like a freight train. You felt your body begin to vibrate and all it took was a few words from him to tip you over the edge. “Cum for me.” He whispered and a yelp left your mouth as you released every bit of tension in your body. You grinded against his fingers and he slowed his movements. You rode it out until you were able to open your eyes. When you did, you saw him staring down at you and your cheeks flushed.

“I’m sorry..” You started and he shook his head.

“Please don’t be. I’ve thought about doing that for months.” He smiled and you returned the expression. Your embarrassment left as quickly as it came and you began to reach for his pants. His hand rested over yours. “Have you ever had sex?” He asked and you shook your head reluctantly. He sighed. “I can’t do that right now. I won’t make that something that happens when you’re drunk, let alone in a field outside the Temple.” He finished and you sighed. A nod followed.

“Okay..” You smiled and he gently pulled your shirt back over your head and began to raise your pants to your waist again. You lifted your hips to help him as he got you dressed before he put his own shirt back on. He grabbed your robe and tied it around you the same way you had done earlier before brushing your hair behind your ear.

“You’re beautiful.” He said and you pushed at his chest lightly. He grasped at his chest as if he’d been shot and fell over onto his back. You laughed at him and he laughed with you. It was nice seeing this side of him, it made him seem like he was just a normal boy. You liked feeling normal.

“I want to take you out. Somewhere nice.” He sat up, his hand rested on your leg. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Like a date? As if we have the time.” You laughed gently.

“We both have time, while the council decides on what we need to do about this stupid war.” He shrugged and you looked at him, resting your hand over his on your leg.

“Fine. I’ll go on a date with you.” You nodded.

“Don’t sound too excited.” He joked as he stood up, pulling you up with him.

“I’ll try not to.” You smiled at him and your cheeks went bright red when he laced his fingers within your own, holding your hand as he walked you back through the dark hallways to your apartment.

When you finally arrived at your door, you unlocked it and he stepped in with you. You turned back to look at him with confusion.

“I couldn’t find my key. That’s why I was wandering around earlier.” He said sheepishly and you laughed harder than you had in years. It took a few moments for you to compose yourself.

“Oh that’s why you said and did all that? You just needed a place to sleep?” You joked and he rolled his eyes.

“I’d have found a cleaner apartment to do so if that was the case.” He joked back and you giggled.

“You can stay here.” You smiled and showed him the bathroom and the room, even though your apartment was small and you didn’t really need to. He made his way to your couch and you scoffed. “You just made me cum in a field and you’re trying to sleep on my couch? Go to the bed.” You said as you walked into the bathroom and you heard him chuckle behind you.

“You got a point.” He said as he sat on the edge of your bed. He pulled his shirt off and folded it neatly on the floor beside him, ignoring the fact that half your clothes were strewn across the room carelessly. He could fix that later.

The two of you laid down and he held you close as you fell into a deep sleep. You’d never slept that well before and neither had he.

#star wars anakin #anakin skywalker #star wars #anakin x fem reader #anakin #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin smut #anakin star wars #star wars smut #anakin x you #anakin x reader #sw anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x y/n #padawan anakin #star wars prequels #star wars x y/n #star wars x you #star wars x reader

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roseaesynstylae · 6 months ago

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My Favorites of Jedi Appreciation

So, I've been thinking about Jedi positivity a lot lately. So, I decided to make a masterpost. Someone's definitely done this before and better, but I feel like I should throw my hat in the ring.

(There's also A Collection of Posts about the Jedi Order, Part One and Part Two.)

Fics

These fics might not be completely focused on the Jedi Order but they are portrayed positively, or they expand on their culture. Either way, I love them.

Knightrise by deviantaccumulation: In which a new Jedi Order is founded on Mandalore after Order 66.

not the place i was born in (doesn't mean it's not the place where I belong) by ghostwriterofthemachine: Jedi worldbuilding and Young Anakin and Obi-Wan being sweet.

How a Handful of Droid Poppers Save the Galaxy by Zarz: In which Appo is the hero the galaxy needs and Anakin meets consequences.

Yeet or be Yeeted by virdant: In which the Jedi tendency to jump off tall places becomes a competitive sport.

THE FORCE WILLS DOCUMENTARY by js71: Told as a documentary about the Jedi Order, there's a lot of worldbuilding and other things that make my heart happy.

Pragmatics of the Jedi by aroacejoot, ghostwriterofthemachine, loosingletters: A series that created a language for the Jedi, Dai Bendu, which is absolutely fascinating.

On Meditation by virdant: A short fic about meditation. It makes me happy.

Interviews by BloodyDevil: Interviews with members of the Jedi Order.

In which we burn bodies as bridges by GraceEliz: Jedi mourning in a bittersweet fic.

Anakin Skywalker's Guide to Jedi Traditions by loosingletters: A young Anakin's journal about his new life in the Jedi Order.

The Droid Wars by Crystalshard: R2 learns about the future and drags 3PO along with him to stop it.

Why We Did Nothing by BairnSidhe: Do you like the Mandalorians as well as the Jedi? In which the Mandalorians learn about the Jedi Order's perspective on things and Jaster gets rightfully mad. Warning: It has dark themes (among them, discussions of the murder of children, generational trauma, and Montross-related fuckery).

spilled red wine by scrapheap_redux: I was debating whether or not to add this one, but I really liked the portrayal of the Jedi when they show up. However, it has the aftermath and results of rape (not onscreen) as the inciting incident, which is why I was wondering if I should add it; I want this list to be enjoyable and I don't want to upset anyone.

Unsolicited PR From A Pirate by Everything_or_Anything, lastbattlecry, RogueLadyVader (LaylaYuy), TessaDoesThings, wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67): Hondo is a menace. Also, action figures.

Stolen Choices by softmoonlight: Cal, Fox, and the possibility of a happy ending.

free to find my calling by Papook: Jocasta Nu gets a squad of clones.

Always in Motion by virdant: I never knew I needed a Chewbacca time-travel fic so much.

remember me, fondly by ace_din_djarin: Crafts, Jedi, and bittersweetness.

The Bust Busting by virdant: Yoda is a troll. Dooku is done.

Proper Attire by LacieFuyu: Why Jedi don't wear armor.

Out with Lanterns by SkyeBean: Ahsoka is Mace's Padawan.

Lessons of Peace by virdant: Cody embracing Jedi culture and making dumplings.

Memories of Peace by Margan: Obi-Wan teaches the clones to make dumplings.

Home-onym by virdant: Wordplay and Jedi younglings.

In the Shadows (of Taxes) by virdant: Quinlan Vos specializes in tax law. If that one sentence doesn't make your heart jump a little, I weep for you.

hi, i'm with public relations by lastbattlecry: The Jedi need better PR. Bail Organa knows somebody.

In Which Boba Fett Becomes the Jedi Order's Feral Tooka by Zarz: The title explains the beautiful, beautiful plot.

May the Force be Taxed by ReconstructWriter: Palpatine and the IRS do not respect Jedi culture.

aphelion by Kemmasandi: Plo Koon dies, wakes up decades prior, and fixes things.

Protect That Which You Love by certifiedspacewitch: Mace takes one look at the weird old man asking for private access to a young Padawan and gets his hackles up.

jedi shaming by braigwen_s, evaceratops: Short but hilarious.

The Chess Match Begins by SilverWingedWolf: The relationships between Jedi and clones.

Five Jedi Who Signed the Wall on Mapuzo, and Two that Honored Them by TheSecondBatgirl: The title explains the premise in the best way.

You're Not Flawed Darling (You're just a Little Under Rehearsed) by CombatBootsandDreams: To quote the tags, the Jedi diplomatic corps is intense.

A Little Piece of Home by Maeve_of_Winter: Anakin discovers a new form of moving meditation but worries Obi-Wan won't approve. Quinlan does his best to encourage Anakin to tell him anyway.

shining like a lighthouse from the sky by loosingletters: Rumor has it, if you clean up one of the droids in the temple the day before your Gathering, Anakin Skywalker himself will take you to Ilum. Or: Anakin loses his lightsabers and is absolutely popular with teeny tiny Initiates.

the heart of kyber by outpastthemoat: Stories about lightsabers, masters, and apprentices.

吃飽了嗎? | Have you eaten your fill? by virdant: A collection of fics about food and how food is an articulation of love.

I'm Counting On You by Rivulet07: Not all initiates become Jedi, Mace helps Chirrut find his place.

Being a Jedi by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67): Scenes, musings and drabbles for Jedi June fan event.

Jedi Parables by Peppermint_Shamrock: Values are often passed down generation to generation through stories, parables, and fables. What stories might the Jedi teach their children?

Five Meditations of Jedi Depa Billaba by skatzaa: What is says on the tin. (Plus one more, for good measure.)

Jedi Culture and Teachings in Canon by gffa: Not a fanfic, exactly, but it's a collection of everything textually said in Disney canon about or by the Jedi Order.

Emotion is our Shared Tongue by virdant: A series of one-shots and fics that explore Jedi language and communication with the Force.

Saber-Assigned Soulmates by inimitability: A slight mishap in the mess hall leads to Obi-Wan giving some very interested troopers a crash courses in lightsabers. Specifically, why some people can pick them up but others can't. Even more specifically, what Jedi erotica holonovels did or didn't get right regarding lightsabers and soulmates.

Shereshoy by SailorSol: This was not how Mace wanted to start his day. Contrary to popular belief, Mace Windu did not actually enjoy being a hardass. But as head of the Order, it was a carefully crafted persona he did his best to maintain anywhere outside of private quarters and behind closed Council doors.

permission to speak by qigiined: Mace is trying his damnedest to file the Temple's taxes among other daily tasks. Plo and the rest of the Jedi Council help and hinder him.

Misadventures of Jedi Generals by Cuthalion97: The tags "Overall insanity" and "Jedi and Clones wreaking havoc on the galaxy at large" sum it up.

Ephemeral Extracts from the Archives by Oriki-Miitad (Sneaking_UnicornWitch): “Good Morning, Coruscant Temple Archives, this is Mira speaking, how can I help you today?” ** Jedi Knight Mira staffs the front desk of the Coruscant Temple Archives.Here are 5 of her interactions with users.

Your Solleu.gal order of 3 000 000 items by Oriki-Miitad (Sneaking_UnicornWitch): The Jedi high council has received some very strange comm messages over the thousands of years that it has existed. Here's a few.

Memo: Jedi Maintenance (The Care and Feeding of Your Jetii) by RainofLittleFishes: The Care and Maintenance of Your Jedi: A Clone Trooper's Guide.

Jedi June 2020

Jedi June 2021

Jedi June 2022

Jedi June 2023

Blogs

There are only so many times I can say "I love this so much, it makes me happy, please know you have filled my head with knowledge and my heart with joy" before it gets repetitive.

gffa: FILLED WITH WONDERFUL THINGS. I would marry this blog if I could. (I'm joking...mostly.)

projediagenda: All kinds of thought-provoking stuff that makes me happy.

ensomniaa: As they put it, nothing but love for the Jedi.

the-jedi-love: Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

bbygirl-obi: Pro-Jedi all the way.

smhalltheurlsaretaken: So much loveliness.

#star wars #pro jedi #jedi positivity #jedi appreciation #jedi culture #would you believe that this came from reading repcomm and needing an antidote to anti-jedi bullshit?#i will probably be updating this #i love the jedi order so much

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swbumblebee · 1 year ago

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They were having a lovely cosy night. Some nonsense holodrama was on, the heater was blasting and Jedi Master and Time Traveller Plo Koon was idly scrolling through a pad contemplating a second glass of wine. From his own comfortable spot on the sofa next to him, his partner in time travel and Master of the Order Mace Windu sighed and shifted his feet of the caff table next to Plo’s own, not a moment before an alarm on his chrono went off.

Plo grunted questioningly at him, feeling uncharacteristically lazy and sleepy. The other man stretched as he stood up.

“Meeting with Cin about The Tournament” he mumbled back, gathering himself.

“Oh!”

Plo loved The Tournament. He’d missed it so much during the war, that first time round. The annual Coruscant Temple Sabre Tournament was something so special. Seeing aged Masters grumbling good naturedly trying to catch their breath, energetic young Knights teasing each other and Padawans gleefully egging each other on brought a sense of camaraderie and family that was lost forever once the war began.

“I’ll come with you” he decided, ignoring Mace’s surprised expression as he sat up with renewed vigour.

---

Plo tuned out as Mace and Cin Drallig, Battle Master extraordinaire, gestured at charts and catering costs on one of the benches in the corner of the main dojo. Neither seemed to mind his presence, Cin seemed unsurprised when they came as a pair.

While he left the boring logistics to the two senior Jedi he scrolled through the contenders list, comforted by the familiar names and intrigued by some interesting matches. It would be a lively affair.

He frowned, noticing something as he got to the Knights section.

Kab…

Kedib…

Kirin…

Krag…

He frowned further, checking the Senior Padawan section just in case.

Nope, not what he was looking for.

“Has Knight Kenobi not signed up for the tournament?” he asked loudly, interrupting the other two and not caring one bit. He got a pulse of mild irritation from Mace but interestingly, Cin simply let out a breath.

It wasn’t compulsory for every Jedi to take part in the tournament but there was certainly an obligation, particularly for Knights, to act as an example for their peers. To learn from each other and to inspire the next generation. It was just the Done Thing.

The Battle Master for the temple looked uncharacteristically perturbed.

“Kenobi…” he sat back and folded his thick arms, pausing, and Plo saw Mace’s face sharpen in stern worry.

“He’s been here… a lot, in the past few months. At funny times.” Cin said, clearly picking his words carefully. “I’ve been helping him along, but most of the time I’m not here. I only see his name on the sign in sheet at all hours of the night.” He explained slowly.

Plo and Mace exchanged glances. That wasn’t good.

“Hmm. He didn’t sign up last year I assume, for obvious reasons” Mace asked with raised eyebrows.

Cin nodded.

“He’s changed his form since then, I’ve tried to ask him about it a couple of times but you know how he is.” He had a familiar look of exasperation on his face. Plo knew it well. When he didn’t want to, there wasn’t a force in the Galaxy that could make Obi-Wan Kenobi talk. Plo remembered it only got worse with age, to the infuriation of Sith across the galaxy that first time around.

Mace sighed and leaned back.

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The Master of the Jedi Order cursed to himself under his breath and barely resisted the urge to grumble at nothing. He knew Obi-Wan somehow managed to function on dangerously little sleep (at all ages, apparently) but he himself had never managed to master the skill and his mood was as dark as the Courscant sky outside, at 3rd hour. Plo had offered to go, but Mace had a worrying suspicion it would end in a cuddle and a nap rather than what was necessary.

He was trying not to dwell on how suspicious he looked, loitering outside the main Dojo at this time of night, when his quarry came quietly and around the corner apparently deep in thought.

23-year-old Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi came to an abrupt and (rather comical) startled stop.

“Master!”

“Good evening, or should I say, good morning, Obi-Wan” Mace made no move to step away from the door to the dojo, but neither towards the young man in front of him.

“I…Hello there, Master. What…” the young man faltered, clearly still trying to find his footing. “What…are you doing here?” he asked cautiously.

Mace noted he definitely wasn’t at his best. Obviously not as well put together as he was in the daylight hours, there was none of the usual perceptive glint behind his eyes, his hair had obviously been pushed hurriedly into place and his robe was nowhere to be seen.

Mace shrugged.

“Shall we?” he gestured to the door behind him, entering the dojo.

Obi-Wan looked at the door dubiously before following.

“So.”

They stood in the vast hall, facing each other. Mace was very conscious they had both taken up sparring positions. So be it.

“So” he repeated calmly. “Do you want to tell me why you are practicing at this force-forsaken hour or shall I beat it out of you?” he asked politely with a smile, shifting his stance a little.

The young mans eyes narrowed.

“I don’t know what you mean Master, the Dojos are open all hours, surely encouraging practice at all hours” came the similarly polite answer.

Mace rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” He ignited his purple blade and assumed the opening stance of his favoured form, Vaapad.

“Come on then” he instructed the Knight. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened a little in surprise upon realising his mentor was serious, but then were filled with resolve as he too changed his stance.

And then immediately Mace Windu had the breath knocked out of his chest when, instead of the classic Ataru that he’d come to associate with the young Obi-Wan (indeed, the form he had become known for after using it to defeat Darth Maul) he was instead faced with the dramatic stance of Soresu.

He cursed himself, Cin had mentioned it but seeing it was something he had not been prepared for.

Lightsabre parallel to the floor and left arm extended with fingers pointing towards him, for a split second it wasn’t vulnerable, unsure Knight Kenobi Mace was seeing, it was the fearsome Master Kenobi. The Master of Soresu, and his comrade in arms. He’d seen that stance in the very worst of situations and every time it meant hope and determination.

“...Master?”

He was snapped back to the present by the slightly awkward prompt from the young man in front of him.

He grunted, trying to find his mental footing again.

“Not all of us are at our best at third hour young Obi-Wan” he grumbled, gratified when he got the ghost of a smile in response.

“Now then, let’s begin. And we will be speaking when I win” Mace warned, very clearly the Master of the Order.

Obi-Wan said nothing, his lips thinning as the match began.

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The Master was gratified to see the young knight was panting a little as he yielded the match. Mace hadn’t won against Master Kenobi very often, in that first time around. It was good to know he still had some years left to enjoy it.

But not long, he noted. The young Knight was not there yet of course, but it he was good. Incredibly good for a Jedi of his level, using a difficult form. Mace was impressed.

“That was impressive. Very impressive Obi-Wan” he said, clapping him on the back as they both made to sit on the benches around the side of the dojo, Obi-Wan seemingly having lost the energy that fuelled his usual stubbornness, he allowed himself to be led by Mace.

“You’ve changed form.” the elder Jedi pointed out, cutting straight to the point. It was too early for beating around the munjabush.

“I have.” The young man beside him was looking at the floor as he answered. Mace felt the atmosphere in the room dip, the force tingling in his ears.

“Why?”

There was a pause. Obi-Wan kept looking at the floor.

Mace sighed.

“I hope you know, Obi-Wan, that you can tell me anything.” He said gently, projecting trust and safety at him through the force.

His young companion looked up at him with a watery smile. He took a breath.

“After Qui-Gon, after Naboo” he started slowly, seemingly choosing his words carefully “I kept trying…” he faltered, a faraway quality to his voice.

“Every time I started Ataru, I was back there behind the ray shields.” he said softly, looking down at the floor again. “After a bit of trial-and-error, it appeared to be a trigger for me, so I decided to change forms. Soresu seemed like a natural choice, I have a Padawan to defend now after all.”

Mace starred at him, finding himself once again at a loss. He knew Obi-Wan had changed forms at some point, but he’d never really given it much thought first. Lots of Knights experimented with new forms as soon as they were out of their Master’s shadow. But they generally didn’t do it incognito.

“Is that why you’ve been pushing yourself so hard? Coming here at all hours on top of everything else?” he asked, keeping his voice gentle.

His companion cleared his throat.

“It was difficult, at first. I didn’t…didn’t want anyone to know in case…” He trailed off.

Understanding dawned for Mace.

“In case you couldn’t do it.” He clarified, dismayed when he got a silent nod in return.

“Obi-Wan” Mace didn’t quite know what to say, working very hard to release his complicated emotions into the Force before the suddenly fragile man next to him picked up on them. Not least his slightly irrational anger.

“Please, please tell me you didn’t think we’d reject you or punish you because you couldn’t pick up a lightsabre.” He asked with a groan. The young man looked up at him in shock at the judgement in Mace’s tone. Giving him his answer.

“Er…”

Mace turned to him and shook his head in disbelief.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, you are a talented, intelligent person who is an asset to the Order in more ways than I can list at this time in the morning. You are worth far more than your warrior skill” he took a breath, taking in the bewildered and slightly alarmed face next to him. “And I am sorry that that hasn’t been made clear to you.” He finished with a gentler tone, shame swelling slightly within him.

He felt a slight tug on his bond with Plo, the other Master picking up on the maelstrom he was feeling. They’d have to meditate later.

Obi-Wan obviously didn’t know what to say, and Mace was satisfied to let the words sink in for a moment.

“Do you think, perhaps, that it might be prudent for you to speak to someone about all this?” he suggested lightly. “We have an entire wing of Mind healers for a reason, my friend.”

Obi-Wan chewed his bottom lip, looking achingly young.

“I don’t know” he said slowly. “Qui-Gon never really liked…” he trailed off again, looking at the floor.

Mace rolled his eyes.

“Yes well, Force love him he was a good friend but Qui-Gon was a complicated man and let’s be honest, could be a bit of an idiot at times” he said, making sure his fondness for his old friend was obvious, pleased when it brought another watery smile out of his young friend.

“Maybe.” He admitted.

Mace decided to take what he could get.

“Please think about it. If you like, Plo or I could go with you” he offered. This time he did get a full smile and a slight eye roll in response.

“I’m sure I can handle it Master, I’m perfectly capable-“

“I know I know!” Mace held up his hands in defence “Just the offer is there.”

He stood up.

“Now then, time for bed I think” he activated his Senior Master mode, suddenly all business. “Please stop practicing at stupid hours of the morning, you’re making Master Drallig nervous. Sign yourself up for some proper tutoring” he instructed.

“Yes Master” Obi-Wan stood with a bow of acquiescence before they moved together towards the doors.

“Oh and Obi-Wan” Mace caught him as they closed the doors and stood in the silent corridor. “Do think about signing up for the tournament. You have a lot to offer.” He suggested.

The other Jedi hesitated.

“I…I will Master” he promised with a dip of his head.

“That’s all I ask” Mace reassured.

After they separated with one final bow of goodbye, Mace leant against the cool wall in relief, letting his emotions wash over him and into the Force, with the Force equivalent of a grunt from Plo down their bond.

He’d never known about Obi-Wan’s seemingly classic case of PTSD. And the obvious fear of rejection made his unrelenting quest for perfection and independence, that first time around, make sense.

But not this time. Mace smiled. They had a long way to go, but acknowledgement and mind healers were good, and Mace and Plo would be there every step of the way. This time.

#Space Dads Go Time Travelling #Mace Windu #Plo Koon #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Knight Kenobi #Family #Fluff #careful #Mentions of #PTSD #woops sorry this one got a bit long!

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fanfic-obsessed · 1 year ago

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Somehow Palpatine Returned

Ok I had a hilarious thought and I need to share it with all of you. I don’t normally venture into the Sequels, for all that I have been a FinnPoe and a FinnPoeRey shipper for years, or into anything close to canon, but I want to share this with you.

Picture if you will the moment where Poe is telling the audience that ‘Somehow Palpatine has returned’. Ponder for a moment Obi Wan Kenobi, in the Force, at that moment. The look on his face.

We are going with, somehow, Palpatine managed to hide his real identity from the Force Ghosts so they did not know he was still alive.

We are also, from my own personal headcanon, going with the idea that Obi Wan severely dislikes (as close to hate as he is capable of) Palpatine and has for almost fifty years at this point. Like 90% of the horrible things that happened in Obi Wan’s adult life can be traced back to Palpatine (both directly and indirectly).

At the moment that Poe reveals that Palpatine is back, in the Force Obi Wan starts swearing. He starts swearing in every language he knows. He starts mixing languages in his swears. He starts inventing new curses and new languages to be able to express his displeasure at the news.

Obi Wan Kenobi is about ready to materialize into the mortal plane for the sole purpose of ripping Palpatine’s arm off and beating him with it (in a way that violates all manner of physics and Force).

Slightly to the Left of Obi Wan, Anakin Skywalker is staring at his grandson in mild horror going ‘why are you…this’.

The Force starts manifesting people to calm Obi Wan Kenobi down (For fear that Obi Wan will break…everything). First Force Sensitives and Jedi he cared for, then Clones, then non force sensitives, even a few old enemies.

Note 1: Maul appears at one point and screams ‘Kenobi’ for a really long time, to the point that everyone else (other than Obi Wan) looks at him. He shrugs and goes ‘I just wanted to get your attention’ then goes to sit down next to Satine so they can both score Obi Wan’s curses while splitting a bottle of Force Wine.

Note 2: Maul and Satine have a weirdly cordial relationship for being a pacifist government official ex girlfriend of a Jedi and the Sith Warlord that murdered her in front of said Jedi, but they have found in the afterlife that they both get joy from the face Obi wan makes when they argue about something inane with him. Also they may be each scoring Obi Wan’s swears (with the occasional addition of Yoda, Dooku, Ventress, and Padme) but they are using different metrics so their scores are vastly different at all time (Maul is scoring on Creativity, Violence, and the number of organs violated; Satine is scoring on creativity, number of languages used, how poetic/rhythmic, and how well it translates into basic).

A battalion's worth of clones are arrayed around Obi Wan, taking notes. Quinlan Vos appears and vanishes in rapid succession as he helps to calm then egg Obi Wan on (at which point the Force yanks him away only to be convinced to put him back). Cody tries to calm Obi Wan down for precisely three minutes, then he realizes what has Obi Wan so steamed. At that point he goes ‘no this reaction is completely valid’ and starts discussing how one would make some of those curses a reality (as they do violate physics, the Force, and human structural integrity. Also Palpatine does not even have some of those organs) with Qui Gonn Jinn, who is deeply amused but happy to bond with his pseudo son in law.

Plo Koon wanders through and announces that he is adopting all of the new stormtroopers both dead and living (in the mortal plane Finn, Rose, and others suddenly get the feeling that they have been absconded with and have no idea why).

In one corner Anakin, still despairing over Kylo Ren/Ben Solo and his life choices, is having an ongoing yet supremely awkward family reunion with one or more of the following at any given point and time: his wife, whom he had a hand in killing; his daughters adoptive parents, whom he helped murder; his daughter’s husband, who he tortured, froze in carbonite, and sold to a bounty hunter; and his step brother and step sister in law that rose his son on a planet that Anakin hated, whom he only didn’t torture because he never remembered they existed; Assorted Jedi who he had been close to, whom he might of had a hand in murdering.

That one corner has so much passive aggressiveness that it is insane. A lot of Anakin asking out loud why Kylo Ren is…like that with one or more of the previously listed people going ‘Maybe if his grandfather didn’t become a Sith, Ben wouldn’t have gotten the idea’. Which is both slightly unfair, as Anakin had been dead by the time Ben Solo was born, but also funny as anything.

Also no one in that corner was actually discussing their elephant in the room, which was Anakin turned out to be THE PROBLEM for two decades.

There is an ever growing parade of everyone Obi Wan has ever met being thrown at him by the Force because the Force effectively went: SHIT that is a lot of anger. Deflect.Deflect.

#star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #sheev palpatine #star wars sequals #poe dameron #bamf obi wan #codywan

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lune-de-miel-au-paradis · 1 year ago

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Who you belong to

Summary: You plan a date night with Wolffe going to a concert for a band you both love. You decided to have some fun and choose a sexy, tempting outfit for your Commander. Turns out the lead singer had his eyes on you and Wolffe needs to remind you who you belong to.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW,18+ (minors pls don't read), biker!Wolffe, sorta possessive Wolffe, jealousy, fingering, kinda public sex, grinding, language, growling, biting, kinda dom!Wolffe, blowjob, Wolffe being Wolffe, soft Wolffe, feelings, mention of a real life band and band member, a few easter eggs as characters, mention of readers looks, a bit long (I hope I haven't left out anything.)

A/N: This is a gift for my lovely dear also super talented writer (check out her fics!) friend Gabi! 💖@cloneloverrrrr

I know you love Wolffe and this band so this is especially for you to enjoy! I wrote this in vacay so pls forgive me if I mistyped something. Also this is my first fics post for a very long time so pls be kind. And this is my first ever smuty, spicy fics so Im super excited but also anxious about it. I really hope you'll like it. (I like criticism, but only if you guys are kind and not rude.) And forgive me if something is not correct with the grammar because english is not my first language. There is gonna be a part 2. (smutty!) coming in this week.

Moodboard made by me in Canva and pictures from Pinterest.

Pls enjoy!

Satisfied, you looked at yourself in front of the three-part standing mirror. Today promised to be a particularly good day. You finished your job early, so you had time for a pleasant bubble bath and some pampering rituals, which only boosted your confidence even more. Somehow your feminine energies were at a high level today. Several of your customers asked what serum you use, telling you that your skin is almost glowing, and even your hair is shining brighter. Maybe it's the position of the stars, maybe it's the full moon, or even more so, the fact that you happen to be on a date with the hottest Commander of the GAR, Wolffe. Your Wolffe.

Hound introduced you to each other when little tooka kittens moved into the air vent of Fox's office. You were the only applicant who was willing to take in the black and orange colored kittens. Fox and Wolffe were having a few words over a cup of caf when you and Hound arrived at the office. As soon as Wolffe saw you, he knew it was over for him. He fell into you hard, deep and inexorably. He immediately introduced himself, and although you were a bit surprised at first by the approach of the grumpy intimidating clone, you noticed over a little time, the softening of his dark and serious gaze as he looked at you with his silver and whiskey colored eyes.

You were the only woman who found a crack in his hard, cold armor and moved straight into his heart.

It's been half a year already that you are officially a couple. As far as the strict rules allow. (You had Master Plo's blessing, and that was all that mattered to you. Rules are meant to be broken, anyway.)

Wolffe has to go on another mission tomorrow, but tonight is all yours. So you certainly had some great plans.

A couple of scented candles in your apartment that made the air smell of pumpkin and cinnamon in honor of the coming autumn. Several outfits have been prepared for your black gothic styled bed and on the soft velvety blankets. The black kitten was sleeping curled up on the cushion of your reading chair. While you swept the orange one off the bed yourself. The little mischievous one really wanted to play with the shoulder strap of the small bag you chose to go with one of the dresses.

Your nails matched your lipstick, which was exactly the same dark rich burgundy as the spicy sweet wine you were sipping while getting ready, and it matched the love bite marks that Wolffe gave you on your last evenings together. Little gifts, or you can say reminders of who you belong to, and how much he craves you. You loved them, even though they started to fade away a little.

"So it's a good excuse to get some more" you thought cheekily.

You looked at the outfits, you weren't sure which one to wear, but you were sure of two things you definitely gonna wear. Your new long black vinyl jacket with matching boots and your new black lacy underwear set . The make-up was done, your hair smelled of your favorite shampoo and fell softly in raven black locks on your back, you had already put on your underwear and boots, both of which were surprisingly comfortable. You also talked to two girlfriends on comm.

All three of you lived far from each other, in different rims but you still made time for a little chat several times a week.

You met on a platform where several blogs ran stuff about clones (how little rights they have, how can their situation be helped, what is like dating in such straight circumstances.) and you've been good friends ever since.

One of them used their connections and gifted you two tickets to the concert of your favorite band. You and Wolffe were both fans of Bad Omens, so you couldn't wait for tonight to start. You just asked their advice on what to wear.

"Whatever you choose, knowing the Commander, you won’t be wearing it for long." teased one of them.

Starting with this, an idea occurred to you!

Risky and bold, but it can turn out well...

You knew that Wolffe would arrive soon, so you said goodbye to your girlfriends and sipped the remaining wine from your glass, making up your mind confidently. You threw your clothes on the floor and only put on your coat. It was perfect: the size, the material, plus it covered enough to not get into an awkward position, as it was long enough. You sprayed a little perfume on yourself, which made you know that Wolffe would only go crazy for you.

Wolffe had a bike, but not just any speeder bike. It was a big, solid, black, shiny, sport bike. He worked hard for it and put aside all the credit so it could be his. It was his treasure that was guarded with fear until he got to know you. After all, you took the first place in his heart. Anyhow he took great care of her and often maintained her, giving her the name Selene, which is basically the moon goddess in mythology. Until he knew you, she was the only one he cared about, and yes, he even howled sometimes when he drove with her on the capital roads.

He stored it in the small garage belonging to your apartment, which you allowed him to do and for which he showed his gratitude so many times in the form of kisses.

Right now, leaning on the motorcycle, you watch as the person of your desires and love approaches you.

Instead of his usual GAR gear, he wore black pants, boots, and a leather jacket. Smelling like a divine god, woody musk mixed with leather, amber and a hint of bergamot. An elixir that made you crave him more and more every time.

"Hey handsome. Care for a ride?" you teased him.

"With a woman like you? Always mesh'la. I will even go to hell with you, it will be heaven for me as long as you are mine and I can kiss you on those lush lips of yours."

You shuddered when you saw his eyes darken, and his seductive tone only made you more aroused. You loved everything about his voice, its depth, the accent, the way he whispered those sinfully sexy words into your ear every night when you were together in his own language.

He wrapped his two strong arms around your waist and kissed you passionately. You haven't seen him in a week, so the kiss quickly turned into tongue and teeth kinda kiss. With this kind of kiss, the world ceases to exist, it's just you and the butterflies in your stomach are about to burst out of excitement and there is only him. His honey-like taste in your tongue, his scent in the air your lungs breathe in, his grip in your body that makes you crazy and his love for you that makes you so utterly obsessed with him.

You just stayed like that for a while, not paying attention to the outside world, lovingly kissing freely like young lovers. When you separated, both of you were gasping for air and your foreheads touched.

"Miss me that much Commander?" you asked

“So. Very. Kriffing. Much.”

After every word, he planted a kiss on your lips, emphasizing his truth.

You both put on your helmets and biker gloves headed towards one of the downtown nightclubs on the lower level.

Wolffe drove fast, took the corners confidently, but with certainty. You loved riding a motorcycle with him, the excitement, the feeling of freedom, the fact that your body was almost completely smoothed over his. Wolffe promised that he would teach you to ride a motorcycle after the war, but you knew that together with him you liked riding much more. On the way, the pack members appeared on both sides, Sinker and Comet saluted and waved, and Boost boosted past you at full speed balancing on a rear wheel, all of them howling. You laughed as Wolffe shifted into higher gear more enthusiastically. You thanked the Maker for the hair foam that, when you apply it to your hair and drive at such a high speed, the air creates wonderful tangle-free volume in your hair.

With the tickets, they let you in out of line and you were already inside. Smoke machines and flashing red lights made the concert halls vibe. Upbeat music played that became one with your heartbeat. You chase out several acquaintances in the crowd, to whom you waved enthusiastically. You saw members of the Corrie guard, some troopers from the 501th and the 212th battalions.

“You look amazing my dear. Absolutely stunning!”

When you heard the familiar chuckle, you turned to Gregor with a big smile as he winked at you from the center of a lady's wreath. He greeted you with two kisses on the cheek, which caused most of the ladies gathered around him to frown glumly with their colorful lips. But you didn't care, you and Gregor were good friends before you got together with Wolffe.

"I see you are not bored. You have quite an amount of pretty ladies as company."

"Well, somehow I have to make up for the time I was gone. And they can't resist the famous 'Gregor charm'."

When he did his iconic hair straightening motion one girl almost passed out, you just rolled your eyes laughing. Gregor took a good look at you and knew right away.

"Naughty girl! You're gonna kill this poor bastard with your sexiness. Has he noticed it yet?"

"Not yet."

"Good. Play your cards smart dear. And don't sit on cold benches!"

He planted another kiss on your cheek and returned to his ladies. Such a ladies man.

There was a kind of unspoken agreement between you two, when Wolffe was around Gregor would try to flirt with you. This made Wolffe a little jealous and left delicious bruises on your soft skin to your delight while fucking you to heaven. And Gregor's current lady was also jealous and gave the Captain what he wanted much sooner. A win-win situation.

Wolffe put his arms around you. You enjoyed the concert together. You sang the lyrics with the band, you danced as much as the crowd allowed. The music and the atmosphere permeated you completely. You were upbeat and happy, a gorgeous smile was on your face and sparkle in your eyes.

Wolffe looked at you and couldn't get enough of you. He adored you. He was kind of obsessed. Your beautiful appearance, which seems to have been made for him. Your raven and shiny silky hair, your pretty face, your soft and divine body. Your kind heart, which holds so much love. The care that you put in your friendships. The nurture care you showed for the adopted kittens. As you shower his newly acquired war scars with kisses. Your passion for your work.

He didn't believe in his wildest dreams that he would ever be able to feel this way about someone.

As he observed you lovingly, he noticed a small blush appear on your cheeks. Then he noticed how the band's lead singer looked at you. Noah kriffing Sebastian was ogling you like you were a delicious dessert to him. Wolffe knew he was your celebrity crush since you were young. Wolffe was no longer paying attention to the music, but to the way the singer almost sang to you, and that he even winked at you. This clearly had an effect on him, because the Commander decided it was time to act. There were two options. He rips out the musician's heart with his bare hands in front of you, or reminds you who you belong to.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't win much with the first move, as he would be arrested and convicted, which would be a lot of paperwork for Fox, leaving option number 2. He took your upper arm and gently but firmly led you out of the crowd and into one of the deserted corridors.

He pinned you to the wall, the cold metal cooling your back. He covers your mouth with his, hot and heavy.

"Wolffe! What's gotten into you?" you asked.

He didn't answer, he just studied your face in silence, the neon lights in the reflection of his cybernetic eyes only made him even more dangerously handsome. The shadows on his face highlighted his strong nose, high cheekbones and attractive lips.

"I decided it's time for a little reminder for you mesh'la. I see you're enjoying the concert too much."

"Yes it's amazing! Aren't you enjoying it?"

"Not really when that bastard singer have eyes on something he shouldn't. I see how he basically eyefucked you. Do you want it mesh'la? Want to fuck him? Don't even get me started on Gregor."

"No. I'm only yours, you know that."

You cupped his face and looked into his eyes, soon you realized regardless, you still get a little reminder how to behave. You smiled at him.

"Good. Now be a good girl, and open up." he commanded.

You obeyed, opened your mouth and looked up at him seductively through your eyelashes.

"Make them wet."

You sucked them in and you gently started to caress his fingers with your tongue and enjoyed the effect you caused him. His eyes are fixed on you, lustful and dark, he swallows, then takes them away from your lips and straight towards your hot, longing center.

That's when he discovers that you're not wearing pants or a skirt. You see the surprise slide across his face and then turn into a satisfied smile. He relaxes his free hand on the belt of the jacket as he unbuttons it, then discovers that you are only wearing your underwear under the jacket, and the thigh high boots. He almost growled with desire.

"Such a dirty girl. You're gonna be the end of me."

He basically groweld in your ears. While he pulled your panties to the side out of his kriffing way and started gently stroking your folds and found that sensitive spongy spot as he slid two fingers into you. You were already wet all evening from the excitement of your choice of clothing and the feelings of his closeness.

His fingers moved rhythmically inside you as he massaged your clit in circular motions with his thumb. You moaned loudly with lust.

"Funny Gregor said that too." you let out a chuckle.

Wolffe suddenly stopped with his motions, eliciting a moan of complaint from you at the lack of his fingers. He grabbed your chin with his fingers wet from your juices, squeezing it a little.

His veins on his neck straining from how hard he's clenching his jaws, the wild nearly homicidal look in those amber colored and silver dark eyes, you began to understand how he came about his name. It aroused you to no end.

"I'm only going to ask this once, and you better have a good answer for me, mesh'la. Who does this pussy belong to? Who do you belong to?"

Maker, you were a whimpering mess, you wanted him so bad to take you right here right now while the concert still plays in the background and with the excitement that anyone could caught you in this position.

"You. Only you Commander." you said

"Will you think about other men when I'm pleasing you?" he asked in a gentle tone but from his eyes you saw how serious he was.

" Never. I'm only yours."

"Wouldn't you like anyone else to touch you like this? Hmm?"

He asked slowly oh so slowly circling your clit with his free hand, the other kept you still by the jaw.

"Are you wishing it was someone elses fingers inside of you? Noah Sebastian maybe? Or Captain Gregor? Do you think they make a better job at knowing you? Loving you like I do?"

His voice was low warm toned, it sent shivers down your spine.

He slipped to fingers in your tight aching cunt. You whined in pleasure wanting more, but he was torturing you with his sweet slow motions. Maker you wanted more.

"No there is only you. Only you my Commander. Oh, Wolffe, give me more! I need to come so bad. I don't want anyone else but you. No rockstar."

"What about the Captain you want him?"

"No, I don't wish for Gregor. Only you my love."

"Good. Don't ever say his name while I'm inside you. Understand that pretty girl?"

You loved it when he spoke to you in his commanding tone.

"Yes."

"Yes, What?" He leaned in closer to you, your lips almost touched.

"Yes, Commander." you said and he let out a satisfied grumble which made your pussy twitch in answer.

Oh, how he loved hearing that rank roll off your lips. Just the thought of it made him rock hard. Just as much as you loved to hear his growls and moans.

You palmed his turgid length through his pants and earned some more pleasant noises from Wolffe.

His fingers begin to swirl on your sensitive bud, you open your legs wider to allow him better access, and let out a small gasp when he gently nibbles your ear. He can feel how wet you get by his movements. His fingers curl in you the way he knows it makes your knees weak you can't help it but to grind into his palm. He starts to explore your neck and jaw gently kissing biting and sucking delicious lovebites on your pale skin. You can feel you're close to your climax as he moved his hand in you and rubbed on your clit, when he felt your inner muscles clench around him he let out a satisfied growl in your ear, when you decided to lean closer to him and lick a long stripe over his pulse.

"Fuck...Wolffe...I'm close.." you moaned.

"Then cum for me mesh'la, give it to me sweet thing..."

Your climax hit you hard and you felt so wonderfully helpless as the room spun and you saw stars, you heard the music from the still running concert show.

He still had his hand in you still hit that oh so sweet spongy spot to help you ride out your orgasm. Wolffe loved to make you cum. Feeling you fall apart in his arms seeing how beautiful you were and how vulnerable in those moments it turned him on like nothing else.

"Shhh you such a good girl." he shooted you and kissed your forehead. "But you have to earn another one. Is it okay for you sweet thing?"

"Yes. Please. Please I need to taste you Commander."

You knelt down, running your fingers gracefully along his thick muscled legs up towards the zipper. When your hand was on his hardness, you looked up seductively.

"May I Commander suck on your cock sir? "

"Yes you fucking may. I like it when you know how to behave. Good girls get a reward."

Some concern appeared on your face when you saw his huge cock bounce out from his pants. He was perfect and you became more aroused when you see the effect you made on him. You rubbed your red plum lips gently to the tip to smear his salty pre cum then you slid it fully into your mouth ever so slowly and Wolffe let out a sexy hoarse voiced moan. You welcomed him with wet hotness and a tight throat as you moved up and down on his shaft. You tried to take him further, still only getting half way.

Your mouth felt a little dry, since you had been singing and shouting at the concert so far. Wolffe caressed your face lovingly, then turned up your face by the jaw:

"I got you. Open up, pretty girl, let me help you."

You obeyed, you opened your mouth with your eyes closed and felt him kiss you passionately and spit in your mouth.

You couldn't take it, you reached down with your hand and played with yourself until you were now completely wet and hot and could let him into your mouth and suck on him rhythmically up and down. His head fell back in pleasure.

"Just like that...so kriffing good...so good with that pretty mouth of yours."

You gently wrung guttural moans from him. Holding his gaze was hard but something in his gaze just kept you there. You couldn't look away from him.

He had that lustful loving look on you full of feral and hunger for you. Only you can get this reaction out of him. Only you hold this power over him, that makes him rock hard and wild for you.

You enjoyed and valued this power, this connection you two had. Force bond? Fuck that! You two were so perfect, so meant to be. Fucking soulmates.

You might have closed your eyes for these sweet thoughts because you heard his command.

"Don't you dare look away from me mesh'la."

He was satisfied with your quick response because he gently grabbed your hair and with one hand he guided you on his cock.

"That's it, keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I fuck that pretty mouth. "

He couldn't have looked away if he tried to. The way his cock disappeared in and out from your mouth, as your talented tongue worked on him it almost made him lose his mind. If he was gonna die this is the way he wants to leave this life, with you, inside you. Loving you.

"Ah sweetheart I'm close... Will you be good and swallow? You can say the safe word if you want to stop."

You worked on him with more passion and gripped his hips as an answer.

You knew exactly what made him feel heavens, what movements he needed to tip over the edge and cum.

Your pace quickened and your tongue too, his grip tightened in your hair and his moans were louder.

You didn't care about the world around you, what mattered is the two of you, to bring pleasure to each other. And luckily he chose a well hidden corridor. So you weren't disturbed.

He came hard, his head fell back, eyes closed growling like a real wolf. His salty warm cum came down your throat as you swallowed all of it. He looked down on you with lovesick eyes.

You looked so lovely, your mascara a bit smeared from your tears, your mouth is red glistening with his cum, your hair is messy and your eyes full of emotions.

He helped you up, kept you close to him, kissed you with love and passion.

"I'm so crazy for you mesh'la."

He whispered to your locks when he gave you a forehead kiss. You hugged him tight, intoxicated with his warmness and his cologne.

"Should I help you with something?"

"I just go for a quick touch up in the bathroom." you said.

You went into another corridor with still wobbly legs and acknowledged that there was no line in frotnt of the bathrooms so the show must be still going on.

You only saw a pretty lilac twilek girl press Gregor to the wall kissing him furiously. When he saw you he held his fist out and you fist bumped it while going in the ladies room.

You cleaned yourself up, put on another coat of lipstick, wiped away the smeared mascara and noticed all the lovely bruises your Commander gave you. Your neck was full of maroon colored lovebites, they were very noticable and very sexy on your skin. Wolffe guaranteed everyone saw he marked his territory.

When you went back he was waiting for you, and when you entered the crowd again he whispered to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Don't worry mesh'la the night isn't over yet. I have some plans for you after the concert. When I'm done with you my love, you won't even remember your own name."

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Part 2. is coming soon!

#commander wolffe x reader #fem!reader #reader insert #commander wolffe #commander wolffe smut #star wars #wolffe x reader #biker!wolffe #cc 3636 #nika's first post

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the-five-oh-first · 2 months ago

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New fanfiction on my series Khos & Tunguma— centering on my other favorite thing! Wine Aunt Shaak Ti!

Plo Koon walked into the temple with a little ball of purring Togruta and had no idea what he was doing. Luckily, one of his fellow Masters just so happened to be Togruta.

Or;

Shaak Ti and how she saw the slow progression of Plo Koon becoming the Khos (Father) of Ahsoka Tano.

#star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #ahsoka tano #shaak ti #plo koon #master tyvokka #cc-3636 #commander wolffe #character study disguised as fanfiction #clone wars fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #khos-&-tunguma

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It had been many months since The Chase between you and Wolffe, a very erotic, magic evening that you both throughly enjoyed. Since then your relationship with Wolffe had been perfect, the whole 104th was aware you both were a couple, Master Plo was happy for you encouraging your love, even certain members of the 501st and 212th aswell as their Jedi Masters. It felt like nothing could go wrong.

You had been on a couple of scattered missions with the 501st and the 212th and some back with 104th and your lover. But right now your back working at the Senate still continuing the fight for all Clones to be treated fairly and as citizens. The war continued on with no end in sight. You prayed everyday for Wolffes safety as he did for you, he often had Fox keep a check on you, not everyone on Coruscant felt clones should be treated right. There has been a few attacks on members of the senate you Senator Chuci included. Your friendship with Fox grew , he was forever looking out for you, always your back and you enjoyed his company even if it was only for short periods of time. Finishing up the days work your Commlink suddenly goes off “hello Mesh’la” a familiar gruff voice pops through the biggest smile on your face appears. “hello baby please tell me you will be back soon? Bunny misses you” you swoon, a low chuckle erupts from Wolffe “oh bunny you have no idea how much I long to hold you. But you will pleased to know we are due shore leave for 3 days and we are on our way back” you can hear the grin in his voice. A giggling girly squeal is all Wolffe can hear “I can’t wait” you say spinning around in your chair full of happiness, “I will be at 79’s for a catch up with others then I will be straight over to yours , maybe we could order some food ?” Wolffes tone a lot softer “ sounds perfect see you then” the Comm cuts off and you make your way home.

Finally home showered and a small glass of wine in hand you realise you can’t wait any longer to see your lover , so off you go rummaging through your closet picking out a baby pink bardot satin dress with long sleeves, short and figure hugging and a stunning pearl feature that wraps around your neck and falls into the dress so beautifully, brushing out your wavy hair, spritzing your perfume on Wolffe loves , abit of makeup and your bag your good to go. As you flag down a speeder cab “79s please” as you hop in a feeling of burning desire runs coarse through your veins the excitement of being back in Wolffes arms you couldn’t wait any longer. You longed so badly for this.

The cab driver drops you off outside and as you step out you can’t contain this excitement you hurry inside gently pushing your way through the crowded bar eyes scanning the room for the Commanders usual booth , through the wave of clones across the dance floor you spy Rex,Cody and Fox however from the look on his face you get an unsteady feeling arise in you… then finally as you step closer your heart breaks. As soon as you saw that your lover was holding someone else in his arms, your whole body ached. It was like a blaster shot, straight into the center of your heart. You felt dizzy for a moment and knocked the drink out of someone's hand, leaving a red stain on the beautiful baby pink material, as if the wound in your heart made it bleed. You've loved this dress so far. Now it's definitely going to end up in the trash because it’s ruined, just like the love you two shared. It felt your world ended.

Your fucking bleeding inside, you feel as if your heart has dropped , the loud pumping bass from the music seems to fade. The face of the other Commanders stare at you in shock their mouths drop open as if they were an animal caught in headlights of a speeder bike. Cody elbows Wolffe who turns to face you. His eyes wide his mouth open like he wants to say something but nothing comes out. Without a second thought you storm over to the table and pull the Twi’lek woman off of Wolffe “get your hands off him!” you hiss in her face pushing her out of the way you turn to face Wolffe, eyes burning from the tears threatening to fall down your face but you keep your composure as best as you possibly can.

“How could you do this to me?” You scream over the music throwing the nearest drink you can find straight over his face before smashing the glass to the floor and running out of the bar, Wolffe didn’t move only dropped his head into his hands , Cody and Rex try to comfort him but he noticed Fox has ran after you. He raises his brow above his cybernetic eye and he leaves the booth following you both.

You didn't even realize how cold you were from the shock until you felt something warm on your arm. You looked up and Fox was standing next to you with a concerned look on his face. Tears welled up in your eyes as he began explaining it was not what you had thought, trying to convince you your lover was not cheating on you. He had been standing next to you the whole time you for months, keeping a watchful eye over you just as his Vod requested and even though he was busy, he always took the time to ask how you were. How was work and were you drinking enough water. He was here, Wolffe wasn't. Just like now. Frightened, Fox notices the red stain on the dress. "Meshla, are you hurt?" “Hurt? Yes. But that's just some spilled wine” “don’t tell me lies Fox I know what I saw with my own eyes, how could he do this to me?” You break down in Fox’s arms. “Mesh’la I promise you with my heart this is not what you think it is, a few of the shinys were stood near our booth this woman walked past one of them shoved her, Wolffe stopped her from falling over” he says softly and continues “ He did not do anything she was apologising for falling into him. You must believe me” .

Without evening realising your own actions your leaning closer to Fox’s face his breathe fanning over your lips, those calloused thumbs wiping away your tears, you can’t help but pull him for a desperate kiss, your hands grabbing onto the nape of his neck , he holds you tight around your waist. A kiss lasting no more than two seconds you both pull away shocked at what happened. Upon turning around around you see Wolffe standing there his eyes look broken. He was just standing there , still not moving , but his gaze darting between you and Fox “Vod… tell her exactly what happened” Fox’s voice laced with concern for both of you. "Or maybe you two should tell me… is there something I should know? Hmm?" Wolffe asked coldly.

"I..I... You were away! And barely had time to com me. I thought ….” you stammered nervously

"What? I was doing my job, Meshla." and there you just got the famous and iconic Wolffe eye roll.

You've seen it, but it was never meant for you. Until now. You thought it looked good on him, the eye roll was his trademark. But now you hated it. Anger bubbled up in your stomach. You missed him , you saw him with another woman wrapped around him and all of this drama left a bitter feeling mixed inside you and it burst out with great anger. “Your job was to stay! To care!" you shouted in his face before turning to walk away.

“Ner cyar'ika Gedet'ye ibic cuyir not meg gar mirdir” Wolffe begs you stepping closer he takes your hands in his. His voice no where near as cold as it was mere moments ago when he found you and Fox. You cannot stop the tears rolling down your face as you pull with all your strength to break free from his grip “I can’t trust you anymore, y… you had your arms all over her! I-I saw the look on your face!!” Your screaming at him now pounding your fists into his chest plate as he tries to hold you steady, you cower at his touch feeling repulsed “goodbye Commander Wolffe” . You turn to walk away heart pounding in your chest. Desperately trying to keep ahold of you “please … p-please Mesh’la don’t leave me… please” Wolffe is begging you.

Angry , so frustrated and so confused, you grabbed the bottom of your dress just by the stain and took off running. “I can't do this, it's too much. I need time" you said to them. While running, you heard your name and nickname in two similar voices but in different tones. Your hair just fluttered over your shoulders, you looked like a runaway princess. You didn't know what hurt more, that you didn't trust Wolffe enough, or that you started to have feelings for someone else. Even if it was tiny, the feeling was there. This was not your behavior. You didn't want to hurt anyone, yet you ended up being the one who was hurt. Plus, even they were injured in the chaos you caused with the kiss. You cursed loudly. What should you do now? What's next?

6 months later you heart still hurts, you tried to focus on your work but at times you had to work with the clones. You remained professional and kind they were still your friends who always looked out for you. However your thoughts still lingered . You wish you could quit him, you wish you never missed him and told him you loved him every time you fucked him, obsessed with the thought of your Commander Wolffe the pain just grew and grew. Your tears are dried up now you just there without a sound.

You get a message through on your Holopad assigning you to a mission with the 104th, as you begin to pack your duffel bag and get ready to make your way to the GAR base, you can’t help but feel conflicted. There is nothing more in this galaxy you want than to see your lover but you don’t want to see him knowing he was hurt you let alone kissing his Vod a moment of weakness you knew deep down the feelings you felt for Fox were not the feelings you still harbour for Wolffe. Pushing the thoughts out of your mind you make your way to work to the Star Destroyer you are greeted by the friendly and kind Boost and Sinker “hello boys long time no see” you smile at them however your smile doesn’t stretch too far.

“Nice to see you again Senator we’ve missed you around here!” Boost blurts out.

It is lovely to see your boys again nowhere you can’t help but worry when you will run into Wolffe and the maker must not be on your side today because for you know it 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗞!!! He walks straight into you as your turning the corner. You let out a small gasp looking up at him , those bright blue delicate eyes he loves. “My apologies Senator” he’s says removing his helmet his eyes burning down on you “how..ahem how have you been?” He asks inquisitively. Afraid to even look at him you answer back in a cold tone “fine thanks. I have work to do Commander” you walk away your heart sinking again just like it did the night you saw him with the Twi’Lek.

A few rotations pass and you keep your best to stay out of Wolffes way , yet when you do see him a few stolen glances in the cool grey corridors of the Destroyer, once or twice you may of brushed up against him in the elevator but oh maker you feel the intense heat between both of you. That desire hasn’t left you. His gloved finger tips grazing over you.

You try your hardest to ignore it all but your love for Wolffe has not gone and it never will. A hot mug of caf in your hand you sit at your desk scrolling through your reports ensuring all is correct before sending it off to the Senate a loud knock at your door “come in its open” you call out your head not lifted from your work.

“Mesh’la please can we talk?” It’s your lover , at first you don’t know you feel it takes a few minutes before you can look up into his beautiful face those gorgeous eyes captivating you each time. “Talk about what Commander? Do you need to review my reports?” You can’t help but keep the cold tone with him still fully not looking at him. Wolffe walks over to your desk sitting himself down at the edge his hand ghosts over your face before his thumb and index finger grab your chin “look at me mesh’la” his voice more demanding now, “ what Wolffe!” You don't want to look up to his golden and cybernetic eyes,those gorgeous eyes you missed so dearly ,so you focus on the floor even though his grip around your chin tightens. It's better if you stay calm and cold. You cant afford to fall in love any deeper than you are and get hurt over again. You can't take anymore pain. Your always gonna want more from him. More of his time, more of his love and more of his touch. "Please look at me" he repeats, but this time in his sad tone you notice something darker. That voice he used to speak when you two were intimate. Shivers run through you and you slightly bit your lip to stop your moan. So you look up. Big mistake. When your eyes meet. You see everything. The desperation, the need, the love he feels for you. It's too much, but you can't hold yourself back anymore. He was your soft spot, your weakness. You knew that you were always gonna belong to him.

And in that moment his arms pull you up onto him , his muscular arms seem even bigger than when he last held you , those shoulders even more broad than usual. You both just hold each other tightly for what seems like a peaceful eternity finally Wolffe breaks the embrace those beautiful eyes filled with lust his pupils are dilated so wide , he is focused entirely on you. You recognise the desire in his gaze. His hands start to explore your body his mouth roaming over your exposed neck “Wolffe” is all you can softly moan out as your hands trail over his shoulders.

He groans “mmm my mesh’la I’ve missed you so much” then he crashes his lips to yours , his kiss is over powering , assertive you’ve missed this. “You know I can take you straight to heaven if you let me, I can make your body levitate mesh’la. Now let me” he says his voice dripping with pure desire , pure love. You open up your mouth as your tongues explore the inside of each others mouths. Slowly he begins unbuttoning your work blouse ripping it off you throwing it across the room. “You promise me it wasn’t what i thought it was?” You say between the intense kissing your hands unclasping his armour piece by piece. “No never your mine mmm only all mine bunny and I’m yours” that’s all you needed to hear.

You step back from the heated embrace and begin to strip yourself achingly slow removing your regulation skirt letting it fall to the floor you step out of it in just a sheer black lace bra and matching thong still wearing your heels, before long you begin to take off your bra and pull your hair out of the tight bun it was in letting it fall across your shoulders. Wolffe cannot take his eyes off you as you begin to walk over to him his half undressed state sending red hot fire all through your body. You start making your way around his body in a circle your hand brushing over his toned stomach then up his back to those broad broad shoulders , he turns to watch you over his shoulder letting out a low growl.

“Strip for me Commander , if what you promised me was true I want you to now show me it’s true, take your bunny” your voice dripping with filthy desire. And as the obedient man he is , only for you, he strips right down to his boxers you can see his rock hard length dying to escape. You stand infront of him for only a few moments bend over and place kisses over his clothed cock his groans are enough to make you cum your wet pussy clenching around nothing. You look up at him your sparkling blue eyes burning with the need of wanting your Commander to completely fill you up “is the Wolf going to take his pray? Take what is his?” You swoon up, your lips slightly parted.

Before you can even catch your breath Wolffe lunges at you pushing you up against the wall forcing your legs apart as he pushes his thick thigh between you , his hand trailing down your naked stomach pushing your thong to the side the cool air hitting your wet little pussy suddenly he forcefully shoves two thick digits inside you pumping away furiously “mmm FUCK” his fingers curling into that spot he knows you love “m-more please uhh” between panting and moaning your eyelids flutter at his touch “use your words little bunny” his voice so dark so ardour. Wolffes teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck leaving bite marks to let the galaxy know there is only one person for him and that person is you. His fingers faster not letting up he can feel your close “I’m uhh so close nghhh” you can barley breathe as you can feel yourself reaching your climax “relax Mesh’la I got you now let go let me feel those beautiful juices” he rasps. His free hand now closing in around your throat while his eyes never leave you. He wants to see your face as you cum for him.

Bolts of pleasure wash over you it’s intense it’s incredible your legs shake as Wolffe loosens his grip on you. Pulling his fingers out from he he takes them to his mouth sucking every last drop of your sweet tangy juice he can get “mmm you taste so fucking good bunny” he gives you a long deep kiss before spinning you around and pushing you hard against the wall of your office. Again the same question left your mouth “ you promise me it wasn’t what I thought it was?” Gasping as you feel Wolffes thick hard cock pushed against your ass , his hand moves back up to grab onto your throat leaning your head back onto him so he can see your beautiful face “I said no. I am no Di’kut, she isn’t Ner cyar’ika”. His tone has become more dominated than it was before even thought it was only a whisper. You scramble to pull his boxers down so needy for his cock, Wolffe chuckles into your shoulder before biting into you again hard sucking and kissing that sweet spot on your shoulder. “Oh my bunny you have no idea what you do to me” his voice barely above a whisper as he begins teasing your wet core with his velvety tip. Sliding up and down your dripping sex the teasing is almost too much. Your desperate to feel him back inside of you. Ruining your tight pussy.

He doesn’t even give you a second before he slides into your soaking wet folds in and out at such a forceful pace, the stretching almost unbearable at the beginning “relax mesh’la” he soothes against your ear before his continues his relentless pounding , the drag of this thick hard cock inside you sends your vision blurry you become light headed the pleasure was intense it felt so good to be filled up again by your lover.

“Mmm fuck mesh’la!! You take me so well don’t you” Wolffe panted planting your neck with little kisses before removing his grip on your neck and moving it down to your hip holding you tight you know your already bruising , his free hand tormenting your clit rubbing circles against your swollen sensitive bud, this feeling it’s over taking you, you try to wriggle away “don’t you dare” Wolffe snarls into your neck only making his hold on you tighter “don’t be a little brat when you know I fucking love you bunny” his growling is sending over the edge all you can do is let out lewd filthy moans crying out his name “uhh Wolffe mmm I’m… gonna mm cum” you sound so desperate right now “let go for me” he pants into your neck biting on your delicate tendons. It was all too much your body reaches its climax as you arch your back your hands clinging onto his body , this huge wave of pleasure washes over you you pure ecstasy. Shaking against the wall your legs would buckle and give way if it wasn’t for your lover holding onto you. Wolfee continues to fuck you long hard fast strokes riding you through your high , the filthy sounds of wet squelching as his thrusts become more jerky. Wolffe shoves two fingers in your mouth to tilt your head back.

You keep grinding against him your pussy clenching so hard you want to milk him for all he has , your sounds almost like sobbing as you feel yourself on the verge of cumming again , the warm panting of Wolffes breathe against your neck as he moans your name you feel his warm seed shoot into you filling you up just how you wanted and you let yourself go all over his quivering member, his cum leaking out of you dripping down your thighs. Both of you slump forward as he removes his fingers from your mouth and grabs onto you like he never wants to let go. That pure feeling of love is back radiating between the both of you. A loud knock at your office door snaps you both back into reality

“She’s busy!” Wolffe shouts rather annoyed , you can’t help but chuckle if your face wasn’t red from the love making it sure is now.

“Umm sorry Commander we just stopped by to check on the Senator, we umm heard screaming so wanted to ensure she was safe” a little pause “thats Boost!” You giggle trying to hide your face. “As I said … she’s busy get back to work trooper!” Wolffe says as he begins placing tiny kisses across your shoulders.

“Sir, Yes sir!” You hear the footsteps wander off down the hallway. Wandering over to your desk to pick up your clothes you can’t help but look over at your lover his face full of pride “do you think they heard?” You ask sheepishly “I don’t care Mesh’la I told you your mine and only mine as I am yours”.

A few days had passed the mercy mission Master Plo and The Wolfpack had been sent on was a success. There had been many whispers among the clones and generals alike that there was a disturbance in the force, someone plotted the war on purpose playing both sides. Something didn’t sit right but you tried to push those thoughts to the back of your mind. Maybe you’d speak to Wolffe about this. Maybe he can help. You knew the 501st had been on quite a few tough missions so you were looking forward to a catch up with them at 79’s when they return for shore leave.

On your last night the Star Destroyer is heading back to Coruscant only another 10 or so hours before your back , whilst cuddled upto Wolffe in his private quarters he can feel how tense you are you’ve not really spoken a word all evening. “What is bothering you mesh’la?” He says tracing circles with his calloused fingers into your naked skin, his voice is laced with concern. It took you a while to answer … “ I’m not sure Wolffe I know we are closer to the end of the war it just feels like something isn’t right… I’ve been hearing things within the Senate and I I don’t know it’s making me question everything” you say still deep in thought staring blankly at the grey walls in-front of you. “Try not to worry mesh‘la” is all the battle hard Commander can say as he begins peppering your neck with his gentle kisses pulling you in to his embrace tighter.

You’d all been back for a couple of days , as much as tried to spend more time with Wolffe and this dark cloud looming over you , you had to finish off your work in the Senate , attend meetings, listen to new bills pass. It was becoming extremely stressful. Upon leaving you run into Fox he gives you a courteous nod, there had never been any tension since that night. Fox was your friend and your lovers Vod, it also seems there was no issues between Wolffe and Fox. That made you happy.

Later that evening you and Wolffe pop into 79’s for a few drinks , why not you think it’s been tough at work and still you can’t shake this feeling off dread. As you are walking through 79’s it may be packed , the music booming , several people dry humping each other , Wolffe’s arm possessively around your waist. You both slip into a U shape booth along with Rex, Cody and Fox they are quiet clearly deep in conversation.

“Evening boys” you smile typical Wolffe gives his usual grunt. “We know this goes higher” Cody says taking a sip of his whiskey before a deep sigh. You can help but notice the worry washing over their faces. Wolffe takes a large gulp of his whiskey and opens his mouth, before he speaks Rex suddenly blurts out “the nightmares” the table goes quiet.

“My troops have mentioned this… Tup… Fives” Rex shakes his head. Only a handful of people know about the two members of the 501st going into hiding. “Kix.. he is doing his own little investigation however we can’t seem to make much progress due to future battles” Rex says. Cody, Fox and Wolffe share a glance. “ we should speak to Master Plo” you say staring at Wolffe, the others look at you in agreement. “Wolffe?” You say resting your small hand upon his rather large gloved hand. “Let’s discuss this later Mesh’la” he says leaning across to kiss your temple. As both get up to leave calling it a night you bid goodbye to the others turning to Wolffe “Rex he seems very distressed , sometimes I question if he is the same man” you say with a heavy sigh. Wolffes arm grips around your waist tighter. “Rex nearly lost Echo at the Citadel… then Umbra happened it shook his trust in the Jedi slightly. Then having to loose Fives and Tup, our brothers. The war is taking a toll on us all” his eyes now firmly planted on the ground. You take his head in your hands lifting up slightly to look in his eyes “it won’t be forever baby” tenderly placing a kiss on his lips your hands snake round to grab the nape of his neck , he breaks the kiss ever so slightly and whispers to you “Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum” smiling into his lips “I love you too Wolffe”.

Some time passes the war seems to drag on but that uncertain feeling still plagues you. A many thing had happened since your evening in 79’s with your lover and his Vods. After the issue Ashoka had being wrongly accused you missed her she became a friend, you knew deep down it could not of been her , she dedicated her life to the Jedi order and she would not harm others. A loud knock on your apartment door brought you back to reality. “Coming!” You should as hurriedly throw on your long cream silk dressing gown as too open the door you see Fox stood there with Wolffe slumped against him “He took a hard knock to the head , our medic checked him over he just needs rest” Fox tells you , his eyes tired and blood shot they both walk into your apartment. “Take him to the sofa please I’ll make some tea, would you care for some?” You say as you wander off into the kitchen. Fox calls back slightly louder his voice trembling “No thank you mesh’la I have to attend to the paperwork”.

“Are you sure?” You smile warmly at him as you grab the teacups out and start preparing everything. “Yes thank you for your kindness. Please look after Wolf’ika tonight” he nods and smiles before placing a tiny kiss on your temple. In your front room Wolffe lays on the sofa he has removed his helmet but this look over his face fills you with an uneasy feeling and you can hear him muttering something under his breath “good soldiers follow orders”. At this point your practically on top of him holding his face so he looks ar you, this trance like state worrying you with each second passing. “Wolffe what happened? Talk to me please” your eyes wide with sadness and confusion. Your lover begins gripping the bridge of his nose as if to stop a painful headache… his eyes squeezing shut, his brows covered in beads of sweat… “Wolffe!”.

His groans are weak but as it it never happened he seems to snap out of it. His gaze finally meets yours “she is a traitor!” Snarling the words as he looks into your twinkling blue eyes. “Who?” You can barley muster out. “Commander Tano she was found with Asajj Ventress on the lower levels along with same explosives used at the temple bombing” his words cold shooting through you like a bolt of lightening.

You take a sip of the placing it back down “No she couldn’t of Ashoka would never do that” you protest before standing up and making your way to the large windows in your front room. Looking out you can see the temple in the distance some smoke still billowing.

Without fully noticing you feel Wolffe stood behind you his breath hot and heavy against your neck his large calloused finger tips digging into your hips pulling you into his usual possessive hold. You feel his lips trace over your neck heading towards that sensitive spot he begins kissing softly before lunging his teeth directly into your neck. You let out a whimper as Wolffe bits and sucks into your neck murmuring the same words he did when Fox brought him in “good soldiers follow orders” rather than the usual wave of pleasure that would over take you heating your core a feeling of dread takes over ….

To be continued

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Drunk on You [Warthog/GN!reader]

Hi, it's @goblininawig with a Warthog fic for @starqueensthings . I went the smutty route. Hope you enjoy it.

Tags, rating, summary, etc below the cut.

MINORS DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary: A heroic rescue by the Wolfpack, brings you to a celebration in their honor, where you get up close and personal with the trooper, Warthog.

Pairing: Warthog/GN!reader

Rating: M/18+/NSFW

Words: 1,733

Tags: canon-typical action/adventure, fluff, smut, we-might-get-caught situation, oral sex/blow job

The Magistrate’s children had been rescued after several days of fraught tension. Fearing a Separatist plot, the Magistrate asked the Senate for help. They sent Jedi Master Plo Koon and his Wolfpack. In a matter of hours, they discovered the children, hiding in a cave, where they had taken shelter after the speeder they’d taken on a joyride crashed, causing serious injury to both children and vehicle in the process.

The cave’s mineral composition had blocked any scans for life signs. It was Jedi instincts and clone efficiency that saved the day, quickly locating the speeder crash and tracking them from there. The children had been frightened and hungry, but were on the mend at the healing center.

Now the city was free to celebrate. And none were more merry than the Magistrate and her husband. Though the clones were a close second. The banquet hall was filled with laughter and celebration. The troopers' boisterous, beaming faces, free of their helmets, were quite a sight to behold. Despite their common origin, each was uniquely handsome, and you found your eyes returning more and more to a certain one. Warthog, the clone catching your eye, had the GAR regulation haircut, but he still seemed to stand out from the others – at least, he did to you.

You’d met him while helping to set up for the current banquet. (Normally you were assigned administrative tasks, but when the Magistrate suddenly decided to throw a party, everyone had to pitch in and make it happen.) Warthog had saved a cask of wine from breaking when it fell off the gravloader you were pushing up to the kitchens. Most impressively, he’d caught it one handed, with his pilot’s helmet held under his other arm. Then he had introduced himself and had kept you company, helping you with various tasks, until Commander Wolffe had called him back to join the other troopers.

You raised a glass of wine to your lips and watched over the rim as Warthog reached over to clap one of his brothers on the back, laughing uproariously at his own comments. He gesticulated wildly and drew everyone around him into his conversation with his warm smile. Then he looked up and met your eyes across the banquet hall.

You startled, choking and spilling wine down your front. Muttering a curse, you put the glass down and dabbed at yourself with a napkin, cheeks feeling hot. You excused yourself and hurried out to deal with the mess you’ve made.

Warthog watched you leave, thought a moment, and then made a choice. He knocked back the last of his wine and announced: “Wish me luck, Wolfpack. I’m going hunting!” He grinned and left the table to the sounds of good-natured ribbing and howling from his brothers.

In the ‘fresher, you tried fruitlessly to clean up the wine stain on your top. You looked and felt ridiculous. You thought about going back to your room, but decided to wait until the fabric dries. Maybe then, with the low lighting and everyone drinking, it might go unnoticed.

Leaving the ‘fresher, you turned away from the hall where the others are carousing, heading towards the nearby balcony instead. It was a pleasant night with a gentle breeze. You looked out over the city, a glow of light against the evening sky, but then turned at the sound of someone stepping along the corridor nearby.

A moment later, the clone you’d been admiring stepped through the archway to join you on the balcony. Your mouth went dry at the sight. You found yourself unable to speak as he stalked closer to you, filling your vision with his broad shoulders.

“Everything alright?” he asked with a self-assured grin.

You bit your lip and awkwardly try to cover the stain with your hand. “Um, yeah, I just had an accident.” You cringed at how that sounded, but forced yourself to continue explaining. “Thought I’d let it dry out in the wind here.”

“Oh?” he queried, tilting his head so that the low light gleamed in his dark, velvety eyes. “And here I thought you wanted me to follow you. I saw how you’ve been looking at me all night.” You blinked and swallowed hard. “Oh, um, sorry?” you said awkwardly, face burning with embarrassment.

“Don’t apologize,” he returned, eyes still glowing with humor and heat. “I like it.”

He stepped closer, letting you feel the warmth of his body. His head tilted and his eyes dragged down the length of you and back up again, slowly.

“And I like the way you look too.”

“Oh,” you breathed softly, hands raising as if of their own accord to rest on his cuirass.

He covers one of your hands in his. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmured, voice low and husky.

You managed to whisper, “Don’t stop,” before he leaned in and covered your mouth with his.

Any lingering sense of embarrassment evaporated in the heat of Warthog’s passion. His kisses made your knees feel weak and you clung to his armored shoulders as his hands gripped your waist and lower back, pulling you closer. Your chest, stomach and groin pressed against plastoid armor, making you feel soft and pliant in comparison. He was a rock while you were a wave crashing against him. He gathered you against him, claiming your mouth with a fervor that lit up all your nerves.

With a groan of discomfort, he reluctantly pulled back. One hand stayed firmly on your lower back as the other slipped down between your bodies. There was a click and a sigh as his codpiece was removed and dropped carelessly to the floor. “That was starting to hurt,” he murmured, leaning close to your ear and kissing just beneath the lobe.

You closed your eyes and bared your neck to him. “Hmm, can’t have that,” you dreamily replied.

He left a trail of kisses along your throat and then inhaled your scent. “You smell so good,” he murmured, his lips against your skin.

You almost purred in response and he pulled back to smile at you. His dark eyes gleamed in the low light, focused on you like nothing else existed. Warthog dipped his head again, and you parted your lips to let him in, kissing with wild, eager abandon. He was so tall, dark, and handsome, but also much more than that. His generous nature, how he went out of his way to help you, his kindness, his sense of humor, and his obvious bravery were all so deeply attractive. It was almost shocking that someone like him could be interested in someone like you.

But the feeling of his mouth on yours was undeniable. And so was the heated length rubbing against your thigh. It sparked a deep hunger in you that had nothing to do with the banquet you just left. It made you feel bold and a little reckless.

“Let me make you feel good,” you urged the next time he pulled back from your lips to breathe.

A furrow appeared between his brows in a silent question that was answered when you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. Warthog let out a quiet groan. His pupils widened at the sight, making his dark eyes appear even deeper and more mysterious than before. He watched you watching him, as he slid his hand down, and pulled his erection free of his black body glove.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his thick length, eyes going wide. It was one thing to hear that the clones were the best built men in the galaxy, and quite another to see the evidence of it up so close. Glancing up again, you caught his expectant, lust-darkened gaze and licked your lips. He moaned as you pressed them in a kiss to the length of his hard cock, followed quickly by another.

The weight and heat of his hard-on felt amazing in your hand, and against your eager lips. You covered it in kisses before drawing the head into your mouth, sucking experimentally. Warthog groaned above you and reached down to cradle the back of your neck.

“That feels amazing,” he murmured, mindful of being too loud so near to the banquet hall.

You hummed your agreement around him, drawing another moan from the back of his throat. Eyes closed, you breathed in his musk, humming happily again, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your neck in response. Then he combed his fingers through the hair at your nape as you started to swallow him down, little by little, and then as deeply as possible. Your tongue was flat against his heated shaft as you surrounded it with your mouth and your hands, pumping and sucking greedily.

Warthog leaned his weight on one arm against the balcony, his thick thigh muscles trembling with the effort of holding himself back from spilling into your throat. “Kriff, you’re so good at that,” he praised. It thrilled you, sending a tingle down through your body that you followed with a hand, slinking down you to press between your thighs. That sight sent another moan through the handsome man. You massaged his balls softly as you felt his cock at the back of your throat. You swallowed, letting the sensation tease him, before sliding your lips back up and down again, repeating the motion until you felt his balls tense, along with his fingers at your neck.

“I’m close,” he warned. “Can I cum in your mouth?” he panted.

You nodded quickly, looking up at him as he closed his eyes and let himself go with a shuddering moan of satisfaction. You swallowed every bit of it down, hand still busy between your legs; your body wanted more.

As he tucked himself away and re-clipped the codpiece, you stood and wrapped your arms around yourself. When Warthog finished dressing, he pulled you close. He kissed you softly, tasting himself on your lips.

“That was incredible,” he murmured, eyes warm and soft on yours. “I’d love to return the favor, maybe someplace more private?”

You smiled and bit your lower lip. “We can go to my room,” you offer.

He smiled back, stoking heat in your belly with the way his gaze raked over your body. “Well then, lead the way.” You took his hand and he eagerly followed you.

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A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter 13: A Night To Remember

Lena had managed to sneak out with a garment bag and the ring just before Kara had gotten home. Part of the plan for tonight was to not get ready at Alex and Kelly’s place, but to make sure Kara was pampered before the party. Just before Kara got home and she left, she decided to leave a little note.

“Hey Sunshine,

Sorry I didn’t catch you when you got home. Alex and Kelly needed a last minute sitter for Esme for their solo crime fighting date. Don’t worry, I got you a little something to pamper yourself before our date night tonight: your favorite chocolates, your favorite wine and spirits…and a little something for our anniversary…”

That something, a simple gold necklace with Celtic Tree of Life as the adornment to be around her neck. It was Lena’s way of telling Kara they balance each other, and that they work harmoniously together.

“I know I didn’t have to, after lunch today, but I wanted to thank you for helping ease my fidgeting and nerves. You always know how you settle whatever uneasiness that plagues me. You may be National City’s Girl of Steel, but your my precious Sunbeam. See you tonight. Xx”

Kara had been out with Nia and Brainy, taking out the bad guys with ease and finesse, per usual. When she got home, the first thing she saw was the basket full of goodies Lena had left. Reading the note, she couldn’t help but feel giddy and excited. Seeing that she had a good few hours before the “party”, she decided to relax and pop open the wine Lena had got her, and decided to watch a new show Alex had introduced her to about an All-Girls Baseball team during WWII.

“This show better be all Alex said it would be.” Kara plos down on the couch with her wine chocolate. “I was promised fruits.”

*National City Suburbs*

Meanwhile, at Alex and Kelly’s place, the rest of the Super Friends we’re getting ready, finalizing plans and making sure everyone on the guest list makes it to the restaurant.

“You going to be okay with a panicked Lena while we finalize everything?” Kelly asked as she finished strapping on her black heels with gold studs. What she was wearing was a black lace jumpsuit with a gold belt to emphasize her muscular curves with her luscious black hair swept and pinned to one side.

Alex came out wearing a dark, almost like she was wearing hellfire itself, mahogany suit with a charcoal lace bodysuit underneath. Her short hair was in loose curls and pinned at both sides. Her black booties gave her a couple inches, making her slightly taller than Kelly. “I think she needs me. She was in full blown panic mode the moment she got her. Maybe a sister-in-law, heart to heart is what will help.”

As Alex was talking, smoothing out her suit and checking to see if she looked put together enough, Kelly was eyeing her in the mirror, like the snack she was.

“What?”

“Nothing…you just look…” Kelly comes up from behind to hug her around the waist, resting her chin in the indentation between her neck and shoulder. “You look stunning.”

“So do you.” Alex took one last deep breath before turning around. “You think things will go according to plan?”

“We have to hope they will. Even if they don’t, it’s Kara and Lena. They could be having this party in the middle of nowhere, and it still would be an amazing night.” Kelly reassures with a comforting hand squeeze.

“Guys.” Nia pokes her head in after knocking. “Hate to break up the clearly cute moment you two were having, but we should probably go pick up everyone to bring them to the restaurant.”

“Go.” Alex gives Kelly a kiss. “Keep me updated.”

With the others out the door, Alex knew a trick that would work. With two cold glasses of Bourbon, she headed to the room Lena was getting ready in. “Lena? You decent?”

“Come in Alex.” Lena was sitting at a vanity, finishing the final touches on her half up/half down style. She was wearing a two piece navy suit with a white blouse with a built-in ribbon bow tie. The pearlescent copper makeup with dark garnet smoky corner on her eyes really made the ocean blue tones really pop. And she was wearing her mother’s pendant, just as an extra good luck charm.

“Lena.” Her future sister-in-law took her by surprise. “You look.”

“A mess?”

“No, you look…radiant.” Alex hands over the second glass of Bourbon. “But I figured this glass of liquid courage could help.”

If there was one thing Lena learned, it is that her soon to be family was very good at reading people. Graciously accepting the glass, she nursed the drink so as to not get tipsy before the biggest night of her life. “I just want tonight to go well, Alex.”

“Hey, you have nothing to worry about.” Alex didn’t know how wrong she was at that moment. “And even if; that’s a big if, you know Kara isn’t going to care. Even as a kid, if something with our plans went wrong, she would be the one to offer an alternative. And anything she did offer…turned out pretty great. Whatever happens tonight, it’s going to be great because you two will have your whole support system there to celebrate you.”

Finishing the last of her Bourbon, she takes a deep exhale to herself before standing to swing on her blazer. “I really appreciate our talks, Alex. Looking back at how far our relationship has come…”

“Past me wouldn’t have believed it either.” Dusting off the shoulders of her future sister-in-law, she then tied the ribbon into a bow around Lena’s neck, the final thing, in her eyes, that would cement their bond. “Lena, without a doubt, you have been the best thing that has happened to Kara. Because of you, she’s been able to love every part of her life again.”

“The feeling is mutual.” Lena blushed, a shade of pink that was near identical to the shag rug beneath her feet, that seemingly took away the rest of nerves just by standing there.

“Come one, let’s get you and my sister engaged. I’ll even drive you.”

“Alex, you don’t have to.”

“Lena, I’ve got time before I have to get to the restaurant to help with the rest of the preparations. Plus…it gives you time to text Kara.” With a wink, she shut the back door of the car, and then drove off the building where they would take their helicopter ride over the city.

*National City — Big City Eats*

Kelly had taken up the mantle with getting the restaurant ready for the party. The atmosphere in the place was hectic but filled with excitement. Kelly had made sure the bar was fully stocked because she knew not only Alex would be partaking, but Sara and Ava would be as well. Her main priority: everyone was relaxed and having a good time.

Nia was put in charge of the Photo Booth area, getting all of the silly props and paper party favors together. Did she get this idea from Mariah and Tessa’s engagement party on Young and the Restless, and show that clip to Lena who also ended up loving the idea? Absolutely. She was a sucker for the cheesy moments in life, and she wanted to make sure Lena and Kara had plenty to look at fondly in their future.

Brainy was surprisingly in charge of the music. Having learned a little bit about what everyone’s tastes were, and with Nia’s guidance as to what was “hot” and “not”, he had a pretty equal balance. He was certain there would be a 100% chance this playlist would be the reason why the engagement party was a success.

Catering from not only the restaurant, but Big Belly Burger and Jitters was called in ahead of time. Food and refreshments were the easiest part.

J’onn was in charge of getting all of the guests. And with a pool pitched in from everyone, they sprung for the swankiest limo ever. When he pulled up, the party guest flowed in as follows: Sam, Ruby, Esme, Sara, Ava, Cat, Barry, Iris and Lois.

However…one thing did end up going wrong.

“Kelly.” J’onn had discretely waved her over.

“By the way you just waved me over…something fell through.” Kelly sighed, feeling her heart break for Lena.

“The Helicopter pilot Lena booked had accidentally double booked. I tried to convince him that tonight was important, but he wouldn’t budge.”

“Lena’s going to be crushed. But we can’t lose hope. I remember Alex telling me that Kara would always find a way to fix hiccups.” Kelly, forever the optimist.

As soon as she said that, Alex entered. “Okay, Lena’s dropped off. Kara should be showing up any moment. That’s going to be a ride over the city they will never forget.”

“About that…” J’onn began.

“What happened? I was only gone for an hour. Something can’t have failed already.”

“The Helicopter pilot double booked and wouldn’t budge.”

Alex had a light bulb moment, smiling to herself. “Kel, this might just be a blessing in disguise…and everything is going to be fine.” Leading them to their friends and Esme, they mingled to pass the time until the two Love Birds showed up.

*National City—Rooftop of the Lena Luthor Foundation*

Patient, but nervously waiting for Kara to arrive, Lena began to pace which was something she rarely did.

“Where the hell is this bloody helicopter? I swear if this idiot double booked…”

The rooftop door opens to reveal Kara in a black suit with flowers embroidered all over, cream colored blouse that made Kara’s tan glow as bright as the sun, her golden beachy curls pinned into a braided crown with a few strands framing her delicate yet chilled features, patent leather pumps, and the Celtic Tree of Life Lena had gifted her. To supplement her “glasses”, she went with a Smokey Amethyst eye look; she knew that would get Lena’s attention along with her outfit. Before even announcing her presence, she had to take a moment for herself to drink Lena in. There before her was the most beautiful woman in National City. She was also right about Lena being worried from before.

“It’s about time you sho—” Lena couldn’t even finish her misplaced sentence when she saw Kara. Having clutched her chest after feeling her breath physically leave her body at the sight of Kara, she couldn’t help but stare. “Showed up. Kara, you are an absolute vision.”

“You’re looking glorious yourself.” Beaming at her girlfriend, she crossed the helipad pavement to place a gentle peck to her temple before rubbing the small of her back. “So, what exactly are we doing up here? All you told me was it was a surprise.”

The exasperated sigh was all Kara needed to hear from Lena that the surprise was ruined. “Well, I wanted to do something special for our anniversary. And from the lack of noise of a whizzing propeller…The helicopter isn’t coming.”

“Woah, wait. You got us a helicopter?”

“I just wanted us to have a special ride over the city before we went to go have dinner and—”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Kara captured the rest of her worries with a kiss, then a kiss to her palm to reassure that the microscopic inconvenience didn’t upset her. “Lena, do not worry. The fact that you planned all of this, and kept it a surprise from me…the gesture alone means the world.” A touch to the forehead accompanied with brushing her stray hair aside was the final sign she could give to show it would be fine. “Besides. I have a better idea��”

“What do you—”

Kara started to float off the ground, sweeping Lena into her arms. “This is better than any ol’ helicopter anyway.”

Lena just stared in amazement. Her girlfriend wasn’t even bothered by the fact that part of the surprise was ruined. Instead, she offered a far more romantic way to travel. “Here I was, thinking I would be surprising you.” She fibbed. “Turns out you continue to surprise me every single day.”

“Keeping you on your toes is fun.” And she took off towards the restaurant where she would have the biggest surprise of her life.

The chapter before the BIG question! Chapter thirteen is a good one, enjoy! 🙏🏻

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