Guys we as a fandom really need to make better use of carbonite as a plot device
This fandom is full of time travel fix it AUs but none of them move forward!! Literally just freeze ur character of choice for a few decades and BOOM!
You can have clone troopers fighting the 1st order. Ahsoka dating Rey. Windu smacking Crylo Ren. So many possibilities.
Dibs on Obi-Wan tho!! My plan is to have Hondo freeze him as a joke but then the empire happens so he throws a tablecloth over him for like 2 decades and sort of forgets about it until he meets Ezra or Luke or someone and he’s like “y'know speaking of Jedi…”
So you’ve got a weakened and carbon-blind Obi-Wan in his late 30s suddenly leading the rebellion because none of these people have any actual galactic military experience (undoubtedly why Palpatine had 2 proxy armies, so that there would be no effective military resistance after he killed all the Jedi and brainwashed the clones). The galaxy went to utter shit just a few weeks after he’d been frozen, the Jedi are dead, Ahsoka’s off on a vision quest, Yoda’s living in a mud hut, the chancellor is a power-mad dictator and also a Sith, and this is somehow ALL Anakin’s fault.
So Obi-Wan has to lead a ragtag group of rebels, train a princess and a farm boy (who act disconcertingly familiar), dodge various bounty hunters who want the bounty of the century (including Boba Fett), deal with an elderly Hondo Ohnaka, contend with being a living legend who’s the galaxy’s only hope, and smack some sense into his idiot padawan.
Bonus for fun: Obi-Wan saves Alderaan and sees Bail again and asks if he’d been frozen in carbonite too. He’s barely aged a day! Bail has to explain that he just has a better skincare routine.
Bonus for angst: there’s a very determined storm trooper trying to hunt him down. There’s nothing familiar left in his Force signature, just a single-minded determination to follow orders, but the battered armor he wears looks like it’s been scraped of an orange sunburst.
Bonus for crack: once it’s all over and done he gets hunted down by ANOTHER famous bounty hunter who dangles Yoda’s grandchild in his face and demands that he train him.
ready for a throwback? I wrote this in 2017. Five years ago!! It was part of a small series of pictures and drabbles in which Obi-wan told Luke that he had a sister on their way to the Death Star, but never got the chance to warn them about their father.
“Leia? Leia! Wake up, dear one!” Her eyes opened slowly. She was warm and comfortable, not eager to move. When the voice called again, she groaned and sat up. It would not occur to her until much later that she seemed to be no bigger than a five year old.
“Leia my darling, are you going to lie there all day?” She was sitting in a sunny field, surrounded by flowers that only grew on Alderaan. Surprised, she stood up and looked around for the source of the voices. An achingly familiar laugh met her when she did, and she turned quickly.
“There you are, sleepyhead!” Bail Organa laughed and held his arms out. Without a second thought, Leia rushed to him and was swept up into a fond embrace. He still smelled like mountain air and pressed linens.
“I missed you, Papa!” Leia choked back a sob. Gentle hands patted her back and smoothed her hair, and Bail chuckled again.
“Dear oh dear, after being asleep in the field for only ten minutes? Well nevermind, dear heart, I’ve missed you too. Come on, let’s go find Mama, eh? She’s probably got the picnic all set up.”
The field seemed to swirl around them, grass and wildflowers blending like smoke until they reached a tree where two elegant women sat laughing on a blanket. As Bail approached, both Breha and the other woman reached up with loving smiles and cried, “My baby!”
Confused, Leia looked from Breha’s dark eyes and tanned skin to the stranger’s familiar gaze and strangely decorated face, painted white with crimson spots upon her cheeks. It occurred to her that her father had showed her this woman’s portrait once and told her at least one story about her.
“Mama,” she said, still wondering why she was a child again, “Do we have a guest?”
“Of course, my love!” Breha laughed and pulled her into her arms. “It can hardly be a Mother’s Festival picnic without both your mothers here.” She beamed at the woman, who returned her smile. “Without our dear friend Padme, we would not have had you at all!”
Dreams are funny things, and statements that would be immediately questioned in waking life are sometimes left to pass uncontested. Leia sat between Breha and the woman called Padme, who laughed and joked with her parents as though they were the oldest and dearest of friends. Perhaps they were.
“It is a shame that Luke can’t join us today,” Bail remarked, and Padme’s face darkened.
“Yes,” she said sadly, “I do wish he could remember my voice, or at least remember that I belonged to that voice.” She turned to Leia, who was awkwardly patting her hand in an attempt at comfort. “But you remember, don’t you, my wide awake baby?”
“That’s our girl, alright,” Breha nodded and brushed Leia’s hair out of her face. “Always watching.”
The air cooled suddenly, and the sky grew overcast. Bail, Breha, and Padme all looked up with concern on their faces. “He’s coming,” Bail said sharply.
“Who’s coming?” Leia asked. “Papa, who’s coming?”
Breha took Leia’s face in her hands, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes. “My love, you must be very very brave. Your father is coming.”
Confused, Leia pointed at Bail. “He’s right there.”
Padme laughed, but there was a catch in that laugh almost like a sob. “Yes he is, you clever girl, Bail is absolutely your Papa. But you’ve got two mammas and two papas and the other one is looking for you and your-” she stopped short and looked up.
Shadow swirled around them, making it hard to see anything. The field and the tree melted away, and a great wind tore at them. “Leia!” Bail flew back, out of sight. Breha’s hand was torn from her grasp as she too melted into the darkness, and Padme seemed simply to fade, like a ghost. She was alone in the midst of the storm.
“Mama! Papa!” Leia called out frantically, then, “Mother?” The shadows twisted around to surround her in a massive set of claws, like some huge beast. She was lifted up to face burning eyes while some rhythmic whooshing of air nearly drowned out everything.
“There you are, little angel,” the shadows said, and drew her close, into an inky blackness.
Leia sat bolt upright, gasping for air. Her hands grasped blankets, not shadow, and she was surrounded by walls and a high window that only barely screened out Coruscant’s flickering lights.
Leia sat up straighter and pulled one of the blankets up around her shoulders, shivering. The dream was already fading, but there was something horribly familiar about the sound of the wind when the shadow being had appeared.
“Leia?”
She looked up to see Luke standing hesitantly in the doorway that connected their rooms. He looked afraid to intrude, but he shuffled forward a step.
“Nightmares?” Luke asked gingerly. When Leia hesitated, then nodded, he made a wry face. “Me too.”
Leia gazed at her brother – still adjusting to the fact that she even had a brother, given that Luke had only found out when they were on the way to the Death Star to rescue her, and it had only been three months since then – and waved him over. “C'mere,” she whispered. “Want to talk about it?”
Luke climbed up onto the bed, sinking a little into the softness of the comforter, and sat with one knee pulled to his chest, a soft frown on his face. “I dreamed I was flying,” he said.
“I was in a two-man fighter, piloting with my- with our father, though I couldn’t see his face.” It had taken some awkward tries and a few stiff arguments, but they’d finally worked out that “My father” or “My parents” meant the Organas, and “our father” or “our parents” referred to the Skywalkers, and so Leia didn’t have to guess who Luke meant.
“Yeah?” Leia asked encouragingly, even as she tried to push her hair back into place.
“We were flying over a green world with a lot of lakes. I don’t know what it was, offhand. I’m still learning. But it felt familiar. I asked m- our father where we were, where we were going, and he said "It’s time to go home, son. We have to get your sister now.” But his voice wasn’t the same as it had been earlier.“ Luke picked at a loose thread on the sleeve of his sleep tunic and wrinkled his brow.
"I started to get scared, I don’t know why, and started to get out of the co-pilots seat. He grabbed my shoulder and it felt like a ten pound weight holding me down.” Luke swallowed hard. “He…he said, "There is no use in running, Luke, I’ve already found you. We are going to find your sister and we are going to go home.” Only he wasn’t Anakin Skywalker anymore. He’d…“
Luke was silent for several seconds. Leia waited patiently, but her gut was twisting, wondering what horrible thing she was so certain would come out of his mouth next.
"He’d turned into…into Darth Vader.” Luke shuddered and dropped his forehead to his knees. “I don’t know what that means, if it means anything.”
Leia held up the corner of her blanket and Luke needed no second invitation. They huddled together, staring at nothing for a while, and Leia quietly described her own dream.
“Padme,” Luke repeated wonderingly. “Do you think that was really our mother’s name?”
“I have no idea,” Leia confessed, “It could’ve been something I heard years ago and forgot. I think it’s part of Senator Amidala’s name, actually.” Something seemed to tug at her mind, trying to pull up the dream-woman’s face in her memories, as she said this. “Either way, it works well enough for a temporary name until we find out who she really was, right?” Leia worked up a smile and laced her fingers through her brother’s.
“Yeah…” Luke murmured. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought. Then he turned to look at Leia. “I think we’re not safe here,” he said hesitantly, as if unsure of himself.
“So do I,” Leia confessed without meaning to. She shivered, remembering the shadow in her dream. There you are, little angel
What had the Padme woman said about the shadows? Something about their father. The shadows and Vader in Luke’s dream were putting together a picture she couldn’t see yet, something just out of focus. Neither she nor Luke felt they would like the answer.
“Maybe it means that the more we search for the truth about Anakin Skywalker and the Jedi, the more Darth Vader will be hunting us?” Luke suggested suddenly, but it was a halfhearted suggestion.
Leia kicked off the blankets and pulled on boots under her nightgown. “Maybe,” she shrugged. “Come on, if we go out the window in your room, there’s a ledge just wide enough to walk on. We’ll just have to go to the rendezvous point early, that’s all.”
“I’ll get my stuff,” Luke whispered and slipped back to his room to get dressed. It wouldn’t be the first time a sudden bad feeling had driven them out of a hiding place.
As the twins carefully climbed out of the window, Luke gripped his sister’s hand tightly and couldn’t help wondering about his dream. He still felt the weight on his shoulder, the sense of being watched. He raised his head and, for no reason he could think of, found himself staring directly at a row of windows in a skyscraper just opposite them. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he squeezed Leia’s fingers.
“We need to move, now,” he gulped. “Someone’s watching us.”
Behind the windows, an ominous figure shifted, watching the young fugitives easing around the corner. They wouldn’t get far. He knew Coruscant better than they did. The trick would be capturing them without anyone recognizing the pair. The little princess had made too much of a name for herself and the little pilot was shaping up to follow in his sister’s footsteps. Or perhaps more their father’s footsteps, he thought to himself, and behind his grotesque mask, he smiled.
(This is in the same universe as my vampire au, but takes place on the other side of the Dune Sea, some twenty years after Luke first came to Castle Bast)
Ser Tano was methodical about her preparation to take on The Governor. She polished her twin blades with the same devotion and focus she had been taught as a child. It was both soothing and bittersweet, knowing how few people there were left across the sea that studied the Life Force of All Magics. Her foster family, the knights that had raised her after raiders decimated her home, would never see her teaching their ways to another generation.
If the captain could bear to part with that new generation, anyway.
Ahsoka sheathed her swords and sighed. The silver blades were ready. The hawthorn stakes had been sharpened. She had talismans and warding runes. Best to rest while she had the chance.
Ahsoka ducked the low doorway to the cabin of the Razorcrest. The ship’s captain, the Mandalorian Din Djarin, glanced up at her as she entered. He barely nodded his polished helmet in greeting, then returned to carefully pouring hot tea into a tiny cup for The Changeling, Grogu. A spicy smell drifted over the table to Ahsoka. Ginger?
With a half smile, the former Jedi took a seat on the other side of the table. “….what is that?”
Din shrugged and stretched to lift a tightly sealed jar. “Ginger. It settles his stomach. Trust me, you don’t want to sail without it.”
That sounded wise. When Ser Plo Koon had brought Ahsoka across the sea to the Order for the first time, she had been horribly seasick. And Grogu was even younger, in a sense, than she had been.
“No, I know it’s ginger,” Ahsoka clarified, “But where did you get the fresh water?”
The Mandalorian motioned vaguely over his shoulder. “Oh, from the flask you left in the galley. That’s smart, carrying clean water with you. You never know what’s safe to drink out here.”
From her flask?
The one with her satchel in the galley?
Ser Tano breathed in sharply. “….you….you brewed tea…with my holy water?”
There was a very awkward silence, and then Din cleared his throat. “…..should I…not…have…?”
I just found out that Ko-Fi has an album feature in their galleries and you can format the albums like webcomics! TKT looks so good there, and I can sort them into seasons in chronological order and I am so excited for how this all looks! It was getting really unwieldy and hard to read and manage all these comics. The master list really only takes you so far. But this? Gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. I was so excited, I uploaded all the TKT comics last night all in one go.
(Well, not all of them. They say don’t upload scandalous stuff and I really don’t want them to delete me so I played it pretty safe. They might anyway because you know. Fanart. But I am really hoping they don’t.)
Seriously y'all, go check it out on Ko-Fi. I don’t even care if you tip, just GO LOOK IT LOOKS SO GOOD!
009 – TKT Lothal Arc (One of the images in this one broke, but I’ll get it fixed soon.)
If you run into any issues let me know so I can get them fixed. Thanks as always to all of you for all the love and support you give these comics. It’s such a great experience and I love being part of this community!
It’s May 4th! Both Alice in Wonderland day (May 4th is the day Alice fell down the rabbit hole) and Star Wars day (May the force/4th be with you)!
I interpreted aspects of the White Knight armour the Jedi Knight armour from Star Wars: The Old Republic, and Alice’s signature blue engagement party dress into this design. Her lightsaber is green to match the crystal accents on the hilt of the Vorpal Sword, which I have also turned into her lightsaber.
I considered designing more Alice in Wonderland characters into the Star Wars universe. Who would you like to see? Any suggestions? :]
Dirty Jazz, Pretty Princess ⋯ Chap. Five: Higher Love
Finally, the next part to this story! As I explained on some of my other fics, I’ve been very busy with a lot of things, personal and with college, so I’m finally getting the chance to write fanfiction again! Hopefully I’ll be able to balance my schedule better this semester I hope you all enjoy!!! Chapter title comes from Higher Love by Odd Chap (Listen to it here!)
Tags: Modern! AU, College! AU, Mafia/Crimeboss! AU, Smut, Like literally this is all smut, Dom/Sub dynamics, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Choking, Aftercare
Word Count: 2719
You were usually never the type to fuck on the first date. But gods above, this man did things to you. Caught up in the sweet haze of lust, you didn’t realize that the car had pulled up to the Fett mansion until Boba squeezed your hips and pulled away.
“How ‘bout we take this to the bedroom, princess,” Boba hummed in your ear. He gave your neck a quick kiss before opening his door. He quickly stepped out and extended a hand to help you out.
“We are not to be disturbed for the rest of the night,” Boba ordered his staff, who obediently nodded their heads. A thrill went up your spine, excited at the mere thought of spending the night with him.
An elbow gently nudged your arm; Fennec. She had the kind of smirk on her face that told you she knew where things were headed between you and Boba tonight. “Have fun, princess.” She winked at you playfully, and before you could even calculate some kind of response, she was off to her room.
But Fennec was no longer on your mind when Boba pulled you into his embrace and lifted you with ease into a bridal carry. Your hands curled into his chest as a light gasp slipped from your lips at the suddenness of the action.
Boba chuckled at your surprise, “Don’t fret, I’ve got you princess,” he squeezed your body in his arms comfortingly as he ascended the stairs to his room two at a time. You felt like you could have melted in his embrace. You nuzzled your face into his neck, kissing the skin that wasn’t covered by his dress shirt or jacket.
Soon enough, however, you were being dropped onto a bed. The mattress was firm beneath you but the feeling was eclipsed by the softness of the blankets. You had no time to look around the room you were in before Boba enveloped you into another kiss, and the rest of the world was long forgotten. His lips shifted to your neck, sucking hickeys into the delicate skin there. A needy whine escaped your lips at the feeling of him marking you; you had never felt this wanted, this possessed, before in your life. And hell, you craved it.
“Lift up, sweet girl,” He murmured against your neck, his hands pulling on the neckline of your dress, “I want this thing off.”
You arched your back off the bed, intending to unzip the dress yourself. But before you could even move your arm underneath you, Boba’s strong hand was already pulling down the zipper, and moving the singular strap down your arm.
Boba groaned upon seeing your nearly-nude form, the strapless bra and panty set you and Fennec decided on was clearly a good choice. Any nervousness you had before about Boba seeing you nude was far from your mind at the moment, as you felt completely devoured in his gaze.
You lost your breath once his lips made contact with your sternum, and he began kissing down to the seam of the bra. Without even trying to undo the straps, Boba ripped the bra off of your form, your breasts now exposed to the steamed air. If there wasn’t a waterfall between your thighs before, there definitely was now. You were beginning to feel like a dog in heat, that primal submissiveness overriding any kind of logic or reasoning.
“Daddy, please,” you whimpered, your head falling back against the fluffy satin pillows as he laved at a perky nipple. He had hardly touched you yet you were overwhelmed by his presence.
“What is it, pretty princess? What do you need from daddy, hm?” Boba cooed, his deep soothing rumble further sending you into that hazy state. You could hardly form a response. A jumble of whimpers and breathy moans taking the place of a coherent sentence.
A semblance of reality came back to you when you felt a hand at your throat. It was a light pressure. Boba was in no way choking you, but it brought you back down from the cloud of half-consciousness.
“What was that, Y/n?” he tilted your chin with his thumb, making you look at him. One of his perfect brows was raised in question and you never felt such an intense urge to kiss someone before that moment.
“I need you,” you whispered, not caring how desperate you sounded, “need you everywhere, Daddy.”
That smile; stars, he could kill you with that smile. “You need me everywhere, princess? I think you need to be more specific.”
His hand left its former place on your throat as his lips moved down your breasts and to your stomach. You whined, his teasing tone not making the situation in your underwear any better.
“You need me here, princess?” Boba questioned, his head rising as his hands groped at your tits. You inhaled sharply as you shook your head. He mock-frowned, leaning over your body so that you were face-to-face. His warm breath fanned over your very-heated cheeks as he teased you. “Well, where do you need me then? Hm? I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me what you need, little one.”
You whined, your head once again falling back against the pillows. Boba clicked his tongue, pulling your head back up to look at him. “C’mon Y/n, be good for me and tell Daddy what you really want.”
“Need you in my pussy, please,” you felt your face tingle as the sinful words escaped your lips before your anxiety could censor you. You certainly said the right words, as Boba let out the most gorgeous moan in response.
“Oh princess, that mouth you have,” he shook his head as he peppered kisses down your body, “If I wasn’t desperate to taste you I’d give you a good punishment for using such filthy language.” You shivered at that, your mind already supplying you fantasies of what such “punishments” could entail. You could only imagine what a man like Boba Fett was capable of.
You tensed slightly when you felt his lips on your inner thigh. He looked up at you from where he was; on his knees, your legs thrown over his strong, broad shoulders. He looked ravenous, but he stopped himself, wanting to make sure you were okay with what he was going to do next.
“Please keep going,” you encouraged him, “I’m sorry, no one’s ever done this for me before and–” The feeling of his lips sucking a hickey into the soft skin of your thigh pulled you from your nervous rambles.
“They don’t know what they’re missing, sweet girl,” he murmured, kissing the forming mark, “Let me take care of you, princess.”
Oh, he took care of you alright.
Boba practically moaned when his eyes finally fell upon your underwear, finding them almost entirely soaked through. “No wonder you’re so needy, princess,” he teased as he ripped the ruined fabric from you. When his mouth made contact with your wet, warm entrance, your head fell back at the sheer relief of stimulation. You had always wondered what oral felt like. You remember when your friends back home would discuss sex with their boyfriends, how weird it felt or how some just straight-up refused to perform oral. But this feeling, this feeling of Boba grasping your thighs and plunging his tongue, moaning and groaning at the taste, made all of their tales seem like fallacies.
Your hands went down to his head, fingers curling themselves into his short black locks. The curly coarseness helped ground you as Boba took your pleasure from you with his tongue.
“That’s it, good girl, keep taking it,” Boba praised while sliding one deliciously thick finger into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back into your skull and you whimpered. You didn’t want to cum this quickly, but your arousal was getting the better of you at this point.
You pushed on his head, whining as your crest was coming closer and closer. Boba removed his head from your center, looking up at you with raised eyebrows as he continued to pump a finger in and out of you. “What’s wrong, baby? Use your words,” he added when you only replied with little moans and whimpers.
“Gonna cum,” you squeaked, your voice unrecognizable to your own ears. Boba gave you a soft smile as he slid a second finger alongside the first, your nails digging into his scalp as a cry flew from your lips.
“You’re gonna cum, princess? Is that right?” his fingers started moving faster and faster. The pleasure was beginning to precipice. Your back arched and you practically screamed his name. “Don’t keep holding on baby, give in, I want to see you cum on my fingers, come on, let go Y/n,” his whispered permission and encouragement was all you needed to allow yourself to let go and soak his hand with your release.
You felt hazy. Sensations were starting to blur together. The whispered praise and kisses against your skin, the soft blankets beginning to get wet from sweat. It was in this hazy moment of your soul sliding back down into your body after reaching sexual nirvana you realized that no man would ever compare to Boba Fett. His kindness. His fierce protectiveness. His strength. His sex. He’s ruined you. In that moment, you were his, and you were content with that.
When you came back down, you pulled your head up and looked at him. He was still in his dress shirt and dress pants. You could see the bulge there practically pulsing, and the only thing on your mind was wanting to make him feel good just like how he made you feel good.
His large hands were massaging your thighs gently, his dark eyes looking at you with such affection you thought you could melt in their gaze. “That was good, wasn’t it princess?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you replied, your voice still pitchy and slightly rough, “Wanna make you feel good, please.” You pushed yourself up, desperately wanting to kiss him in that moment.
“You make me feel good by just being with me, little one,” Boba cupped your face, indulging you in a kiss for a moment before pulling away, “but right now, Daddy wants to claim what’s his.” As he spoke, a hand creeped down to cup your pussy possessively. The soft look in his eyes contrasted with his words and actions. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, that needy arousal coming back quicker than expected.
“Please,” you begged him, craning your neck to look up at him as he rose to hastily remove his clothes, “I wanna be yours Boba, only yours.”
Some of the buttons broke off from his shirt in his rush to take it off. His hands grasped at you, pulling you exactly where and how he wanted you. It was at this moment your eyes finally fell upon his cock. He was thick and long, and your pussy clenched at the thought that it was going in you in a matter of moments.
“You think you’re ready for me, princess?” Boba took your chin between his fingers, forcing your eyes away from his cock to look directly into his eyes. That softness they held moments before was eclipsed by the clouds of lust floating over the both of you.
“Yes Daddy,” you whimpered, “Please, I need you in me, please.”
The second he slid into you, it felt like the world turned on its axis. Boba groaned out a pleasured “Fuck,” and if you could form a coherent word, you’d agree with him. But for now, a wordless cry would have to suffice. He continued to slowly push in, savoring the feeling of your pussy hugging him tightly. When he bottomed out, his forehead fell against yours as you both caught your breaths.
“So fucking good to me,” Boba growled, “So tight, so obedient. You’re my perfect little princess, aren’t you Y/n?”
The whine you let out was primal and needy, words still unable to be put together in your pleasure-addled mind.
The hand wrapping around your throat and the hand slapping at your ass quickly brought you to coherence. “I want words, little one. Tell me you’re my perfect little princess, Y/n.”
“Yes!” You cried, “ ‘m your perfect little princess Boba!” You gasped out a loud “Daddy!” As he started a quick, rough pace at your agreement. His groans and growls were music to your ears, and you harmonized with your own moans and howls of pleasure as he pummeled into you.
In and out and in and out, he moved with such vigor and continued to steal your breath as he barked praises for you in between groans. You weren’t sure how it was possible, but a second orgasm was already coming upon you, so much quicker than the last. And also unlike the last, you couldn’t hold yourself back, the pleasure completely catching you off-guard you nearly screamed. Your entire being was fuzzy, soul leaving your body as Boba fucked you through it.
“Good fucking girl, soak my cock princess,” he growled, a hand going down to rub at your clit. You whimpered at the continual stimulation as you pulsed around him, your orgasm extended. “That’s it, keep taking it, that’s a good girl.”
Boba showed no signs of slowing down as he continued to fuck you. Even when flipping you around so that your ass was in the air, he didn’t stutter in the slightest. He just kept pounding away in the same staccato rythm. Your voice was incredibly hoarse by now, your noises reverting to lame whimpers. Meanwhile, Boba was getting louder, his praises spilling unhindered from his lips. He praised you for everything. For how beautiful you were. How your pussy wrapped around his cock like you were made for him. How well you behaved at the ball. How submissive you were in this moment. How your ass bounced as he thrust into you. He slapped your ass a few times, your pleasured whines driving him to do it even more, making your ass as red as an apple.
Soon enough, you were cumming for the third time. And now, Boba was not far behined. He cummed with a groan of your name, and you sighed as you felt it jet in you. Good thing you had an implant. Boba remained there for a moment, rubbing your ass to soothe the tingling. He then pulled out, and you whimpered, your fingers curling into the sheets below you. A few moments later, you felt a cool rag wiping your entrance. You tensed and gasped, but Boba hushed you, leaning over your body to kiss your neck. Once he was done, you flopped down to the bed, feeling exhausted from the night’s activities. Boba chuckled at you, lightly slapping your ass. You responded with a pleased hum into the blankets.
“I’m hoping that was as good for you as it was for me,” Boba murmured as he laid down beside you, pulling you into his embrace. You nuzzled your face into his chest, a smile growing.
“Gods Boba, it was incredible,” you peered up to see his soft smile, it made your chest flutter again.
“I didn’t go too far?” He asked as he soothingly stroked your back, and you shook your head, “No, you were perfect.”
He kissed your forehead tenderly, “Good. The last thing I want to do is hurt or scare you. I’d like to establish a safeword system. For next time.”
You shivered at the idea of “next time.” You yawned before you could respond, sleepiness beginning to take over. “Is it okay if we talk about it in the morning? I feel like I could pass out any second.”
Boba chuckled again, pulling the blankets out from under the both of you so they could cover you. “Of course, sweetheart,” your lips met again, and you sighed at how tender the kiss was. Oh this man and his dualities. Harsh and rough one moment, sweet and tender another.
“G’night,” you mumbled as you snuggled deeper into his embrace, and you hardly registered his lips on your forehead before you were dragged into the trenches of sleep.
Can’t quite tell you why I find it so compelling but I tend to imagine if Padme survived she might have still adopted out the twins due to her cocktail of post-partum, sense of duty to the rebellion, fear for their safety, and heartbreak. They maybe learn the rebellion leader/family friend is their mother after the Vader reveal.
My first drawing in 2021 is finished and it’s my Star Wars OC An'tar ♡ A perfect choice bc one of my art goals this year is to draw more of my own stuff.
I have this OC over 2 years now and I’m still not sure about her species. She’s definitely not human bc I wanted to make her more snake-like with pale/blue skin, some scales on her body etc The pointed ears are more a LotR thing but in AUs everything is allowed so ♀️
I kind of invented my own species until the day I learned about the Nagai in the EU. I’m not sure if they are canon but they seem to be the perfect choice for An’ tar. Still not 100% sure about that Anyway, she would be more a character for the EU bc I made her a Gray Jedi. I love this concept bc I’m not a fan of this black and white thinking at all. There are so many shades in life, so many directions and choices, you can’t do everything right in a perfect way. The path for a Sith and for a Jedi too is harsh.
Side info: She has a purple double-bladed lightsaber ( definitely the fault of Mace and Maul ♡) and she’s also a mother of a son who’s a pain in the ass sometimes.
Blayz is not exactly a very good Jedi!Master (because he is a flirty bastard) so Jedi!Knight (soon to be Master) Shiro has to keep an eye out for the (just as flirty) padawan.
Lance: You’re not -my- master! Shiro: I might be by next week if this mission goes downhill. Lance: They won’t take me away from Master Blaytz! Shiro: Not if you behave yourself in a Jedi manner. Lance: … where is Master Blaytz anyway? Shiro: *looks around* Blaytz: *is nowhere to be found* ;D Shiro: *realizes he has not only a padawan to babysit, but a master as well* Kriff.
“Sometimes all one needs to leave the dark side is a handsome face.”
I was talking with a friend (who also multiships) about all the vld ships we love and accidentally StarWars came up and behold:
Darth!Yorak who is stuck with a rebel pilot who is sadly, absolutely not afraid of him.
Shiro has seen his fair share of fights, both in air and on land, he was there when the Death Star blew up, so a short Sith, who insists to be called Darth… Yorak (lol) is not gonna scare him at all.
Keith is ready to find his master and take revenge on him for leaving him to die (and if you ask Shiro, for naming him Darth Yorak, cos dude, that’s ridiculous).
