#Aayla x kit

[coconuts-are-mammals]

Aayla: I can't eat this, it's too hot.

Kit:

Kit: You're hot, and I'd eat you-

Dooku: *slams fist onto the table* ONE DINNER

Dooku: ONE PEACEFUL DINNER IS ALL I ASK FOR-

#Aayla Secura #Kit Fisto #Yan Dooku #Count Dooku #Aayla x Kit #incorrect quotes #Star Wars #Lineage reunions

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

For the one word summary thing, *rarepairs*

#fred 104 x kelly 087 #holly short x trouble kelp #mal/serin #isaac/vinh #aayla x kit #pretty much every single one of my pairings #this burn was factual and that's why it was so good

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

WHAT'S UP WITH AAYLA AND KIT??

#star wars #aayla secura #kit fisto #aayla x kit

[rien-maz]

I got bored so I did this thing with different peirings that I like or dislike.

Oh yeah, I don't really like CodyWan because I see them more as battle buddies and friends than lovers + I've disliked Anakin and Padme's relationship since I was a kid for some reason because I don't think they're right for each other

#star wars #star wars tcw #tcw #rexwalker #codywan #anakin and padme #obi wan x satine #clone medic kix #clone trooper jesse #captain rex #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #obi wan kenobi #ashoka tano #star wars ashoka #barriss offee #barrissoka #jedi kit fisto #commander monnk #plo koon #commander wolffe #commander bly #bly x aayla #aayla secura

[kiyoykin]

Do we have any fans of them here?

#star wars #kit fisto #aayla secura #kit x aayla

[noncanonship]

I published my first QuinObi!

Here's a little snippet for fun.... read it all on AO3.

“Obi?” Kit repeated with patience.

“My hyperdrive ring disconnected mid-hyperspace. R4 and I are fine, and the ship is fine. But, the ring’s gone. I’m near Karfeddion, though, so I plan to land and figure something out, likely head to Asmeru. No need for a rescue yet. I merely wanted to call it in per protocol.”

“Karfeddion?” Aayla said with some alarm.

“Yes, according to R4’s scan.”

“My master’s there on a mission. Don’t blow his cover,” she said.

Obi-Wan’s stomach did a little dance at the mention of Quinlan. He wouldn’t be able to see him, of course, he knew that. Maybe he’d catch a glance, but they certainly couldn’t interact. Definitely not with him landing in a Jedi Starfighter.

“I won’t. But that’s helpful information to know, so thank you. He never tells me where he goes until after he’s back.”

“Yes, he is rather good at his secrets,” Kit said, mouth quirking into a little smirk. 

Just as Obi-Wan knew Kit’s secrets, the Nautolan knew his as well.

“We’re in the next system over. We can be there in two standard days. No need to go to Asmeru, plus we can recover your ship for inspection,” Aayla said, very matter-of-fact.

“Thank you. I’ll be on the surface. Just call when you exit hyperspace and I’ll meet you. No need to alert the locals to our rendezvous.”

“While you’re down there, try hard not to blow Quinlan’s, uh, cover.” Kit grinned, and Obi-Wan couldn’t help the rushing heat to his face and neck.

#quinobi #obi wan x quinlan #obi wan kenobi #quinlan vos #aayla secura #kit fisto #fanfic

[danceswithsporks]

One of my ship frames is complete!

#bly x kit x aayla #aayla secura #kit fisto #commander bly #enamel art #star wars pins

[lovelybucky1]

Ego (rockstar!anakin x reader)

warnings: band!au, AFAB!reader, spitting, light choking, praise, degradation, (mentioned) exhibitionism, (mentioned) public sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, m!receiving oral sex, rough sex, smoking, consumption of alcohol, anakin is kind of an asshole in his, but he loves you

masterlist

The concert was explosive. Your ears still ring from the deafening bass from the speakers next to the stage and your nose is filled with the scent of smoke and sulfur from the fireworks that lit off during the last song.

You push through the flow of the bustling crowd leaving the venue, as you make your way up to the stage. You climb over the barrier and skip up the stairs. You slip behind the curtain and walk through the backstage area to the back exit.

The roadies are wheeling the band’s equipment to the bus and are packing it up to be transported to the next city overnight. You cut in front of the train of carts and equipment and run towards the bus, your stiletto heels clicking on the wet pavement.

When you reach the door, you find it already open. You walk up the few stairs and find yourself standing in a cloud of cigarette smoke. The band is lounged on the leather couches, each with a bottle and a cigarette in either hand. Everyone cheers when they notice you; they all love you.

“There they are!” Kit exclaims.

Ahsoka, the newest addition to the band and the youngest of the group at 19, giggles loudly at something on her phone, obviously a little intoxicated.

You greet them all as you walk towards the couch towards your boyfriend. Anakin is lounging lazily on the couch, his feet kicked up on the arm of the couch, with a cigarette balanced between his fingers. He looks up at you as you walk by, eyes half-lidded and a little glazed. He smiles slowly as he takes in your outfit: tight pants, his band’s shirt cut and distressed into something very revealing, and high heels.

Anakin is wearing something of similar style: a sweat-stained dark gray t-shirt, black distressed skinny jeans, and large black boots that make him even taller. His piercings glitter in the low light, and his smudged eyeliner makes your knees weak.

“Hey, baby,” he grins, reaching his hand out to grab your waist.

“Hey, Ani,” you laugh as he guides you into his lap.

He puts his cigarette in his mouth to free his other hand to touch you. With a smirk, he pulls you up his body so you’re straddling his waist.

“The show was amazing tonight,” you say.

“God, it was,” he says, closing his eyes and grinning as he reminisces on the night.

There’s nothing Anakin loves more than attention. He’s the front man of the band, always has all eyes on him. Everyone in the crowd cheers for him, is there to see him, wants him. As much as Anakin loves to play his music, he loves the ego trip even more.

“Everyone loved you.”

“It was electric. I can still feel it,” Anakin said with a groan.

Being on stage turns all of Anakin’s emotions up to eleven, and he rides that high for a long while after the concert. Like now, he’s looking up at you with lust blown eyes and you can feel his cock growing harder underneath you.

“Don’t be a diva, Ani, they loved all of us,” Ahsoka chimes in.

“Please, if Kit’s ugly ass was our front man, that venue would be empty,” Anakin huffs. “Everyone wants what they can’t have, so they’ll buy songs and tickets and all the other stupid shit we come up with just so they can get a taste of what it’d be like to have me.”

“If your head gets any bigger, it’ll pop,” Aayla rolls her eyes.

“Well,” Anakin swings his legs around so his feet are back on the floor, keeping you in his lap. “In that case, I better make good use of my time before I get my brains all over the bus.”

Anakin places his hands under your thighs and stands up. You wrap your arms and legs around him and hold on tightly, your faces just inches apart.

“Ugh,” Ahsoka groans.

With a wide grin, Anakin walks you back to the bedroom at the back of the bus. It’s a large bed that Anakin has claimed since he put them on the map, much to the other’s annoyance. Anakin kicks open the door and takes one long stride before he’s dropping you down on your back atop the bed.

He shuts the door and makes quick work of shedding his sweaty t-shirt. His abs ripple when he puts his arms down and you find yourself staring at the tattoos that litter his abdomen, chest, and arms. You reach out to trace the stars mirrored on each of his hip bones, those being your favorite tattoos of his.

He looks down at you with exhaustion-heavy eyes, the liquor he undoubtedly had, not helping. Despite how tired he is, he needs to get the leftover adrenaline out of his system.

“You’re not even gonna let me kiss you first?” he asks you with a raised eyebrow.

“You taste like cigarettes.”

“That’s how I got you addicted to me in the first place,” he smirks as he reaches up to graze his thumb over your jaw.

“Trust me, that’s not what got me addicted.”

“No? Then what was?” he smiles as he waits for an answer. “My money? My fame? My dick?”

You roll your eyes. “Kiss me, you idiot.”

Anakin grins as he bends down to kiss you. He smashes your lips together in a rough, passionate kiss. He does taste like cigarettes, as well as alcohol and something that is so distinctly Anakin.

“I’m so fucking horny for you,” he breathes against your lips when the kiss finally breaks. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, not expecting such blunt words. “I was thinking about you the whole goddamn time.”

“What were you thinking about?” you ask curiously, your face still inches away from his, looking at his stained mouth from your lipstick.

“Bringing you up on stage and taking you in front of everybody,” he confesses as his hands travel from your neck down to your torso.

“I think that’d make the fangirls jealous.”

“Good. Let them be jealous. Let them see how good I can give it.”

Anakin stands up straight and you bring your hands up to work at Anakin’s pants; unzipping the fly and pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down far enough for his cock to spring free. It almost his you in the face as the pink tip bobs tantalizingly in front of you. You look up at him, silently asking for permission to put your mouth around it.

“It’s not gonna suck itself,” he smirks as he guides your head towards his length with a hand in your hair.

Once you get your mouth on his dick, he loosens his hold on you and allows you to go at your own pace. His voice is already a little hoarse from performing tonight, and the added gravel to his moans make your head spin as you listen below him.

“Fuck, they’d be so jealous. I’d take you up there and let you suck my dick in the middle of a song, just like this.”

Anakin tilts his head back in a groan as you flick your tongue around the tip.

Your mouth waters aroud his length, and after a few bobs of your head, drool is leaking from the corners of your mouth and down your chin. Anakin loves when you get messy like this, especially when your dark lipstick leaves prints at the base of his cock.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he groans.

Anakin threads his fingers through your hair and holds you tightly, not directing you, just making sure you feel it.

You take him all the way into your throat and look up at him with glassy eyes as you gag around him. Anakin loves the feeling of your throat contracting as you struggle not to gag; it feeds his ego knowing that his dick is too big even for someone so well trained.

Anakin feels like orgasm nearing, so he pulls you off by your hair so he does not finish too quickly.

You sit back on your knees and wipe your face with the back of your hand. You look sinful underneath him like this; lipstick smudged and eye makeup running from tears.

“Come up here, baby,” he says, taking your hand and tugging you to your feet. You put your arms around his neck and look up at him, feeling small in his arms. “I want you to give me some marks. I want something to show off tomorrow,” he grins.

You lean in to latch your lips onto his pec, sucking the smooth skin that covers the hard muscle into your mouth. You suck firmly, pinching thr skin between your teeth as you do. A satisfied hum rumbles through his chest when you pull away and he sees the dark red mark you left on his pale skin.

Before long, his chest, collarbone, neck, and abdomen are littered with similar sized hickeys. After each one you left, he reached down to press his fingers into the forming bruise, just to feel the dull pain.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” Anakin says, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close so your hips are pressed flush to his.

“Then why don’t you fuck me?”

“Is that how you ask for it?” he asks with a smirk.

“No, but I have a feeling you’ll give it to me either way.”

Anakin chuckles as he slides his hands up your sides, pushing your shirt up as he does. You raise your arms above your head and he pulls it off, revealing your lace bra underneath.

Anakin’s eyes darken even more as he takes in the sight of the delicate black lace over your perfect tits. It’s beautiful, and Anakin was to destroy it. He grabs each cup firmly in his large hands and pulls, ripping the pretty bra down the center.

“What the fuck?” you gasp. “That was expensive!”

“You bought it with my money, didn’t you?”

You glare at him. “Yes, but-”

“Then I should be able to do whatever I want with it.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you huff as your shrug off the scraps of your ruined bra.

His hands move to the front of your jeans, but you swat them away before he can ruin anymore of your clothes. While you take your pants off, he does the same.

Now, you’re both standing in the tour bus bedroom, completely bare to each other’s gazes.

“Turn around,” Anakin orders.

“Make me,” you challenge.

He gives you an unimpressed stare before he grabs your hips and spins you around. He pushes you so you lay face down on the bed, but you do not stay there. You prop yourself up on your elbows and just as you look back at him, his long fingers slide through your wet folds.

“Soaked for me, huh?” Anakin chuckles.

“Don’t tease me, Ani.”

Anakin eases two fingers into you, curling them along the way to find the spot inside you that makes you clench.

“Or what? We both know you can’t resist anything I do to you.”

You hate that he’s right, but whatever annoyance that was building inside of you quickly disappated as he began to move his fingers in and out of you.

Anakin didn’t spend long opening you up before he replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock.

He did tease you; he slapped your pussy with it before giving you just the slightest amout, enough to stretch but not enough to fill.

“It’s not enough,” you whine.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” he says, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. “You want more?”

“Yes, please.”

Anakin grips your hips firmly, then slides all the way in. That’s how Anakin goes about everything: all or nothing. You cry out as you adjust to the intrusion, but he doesn’t give you much time befote he starts to rut into you.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight. Your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” he asks.

“Yes, yes, it’s yours,” you whimper.

With each stroke, the sound of his hips hitting your ass fill the room is sharp claps. You can feel the tip of his cock in your stomach after every thrust in, and it punches the air out of your lungs. Anakin fucks you hard and fast, his fingers digging into your hips which will surely bruise.

After a while of this position, Anakin wraps his forearm around your middle and pulls you up so you’re standing, trapped between him and the bed.

His large hand presses on your lower abdomen so he can feel each thrust of his cock inside you, and because he knows the added pressure will make it so much better for you. Anakin hooks his chin over your shoulder and presses his mouth to your ear so he can whisper.

“I fuckin’ own this pussy, got that? I own you.”

Your stomach flips at his vulgar words and you lean your head back on his shoulder and moan.

Anakin can’t help himself when he sees your mouth open wide for him. He reaches up and hooks his finger in your cheek to hold it open, then spits. Some of it lands on your cheeks and lips, but most of it lands on your tongue.

“Swallow that,” he says, his breath hot on your ear.

You do as he said, swallowing his spit obediently. It’s hot and dirty and everything you love, all at once. It’s overwhelming, overstimulating, and unless Anakin physically stops you, you’re going to cum soon.

“You’re so fuckin’ good for me. Bet you’d let me fuck you like this on stage, huh? Serve me while everyone is cheering for me like I’m God.”

Anakin’s voice is low and rough, obviously growing more desperate with each stroke. He pushes you forward and you brace yourself on the bed with your arms. He leans over your back and licks a hot strike over your sweaty neck before sinking his sharp teeth into the tender skin under your ear.

You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain from Anakin’s teeth in your skin. You’re sure it will leave a crescent bruise behind, but you can’t bring yourself to mind right now.

“Let me cum inside you,” he says in your ear.

Finding your words to be lost, you nod, giving him permission to claim you. He makes a noise akin to a growl as his thrusts start to pick up in speed. They become more erratic as he nears closer to his orgasm, and yours slowly builds along with his.

He grabs your hips and thrusts deep inside you, then holds you flush to him as he pumps his load into you. The feeling of his hot cum flooding your insides makes your eyes roll back, and you lean to rest your head on his shoulder. He grabs your throat and presses his lips to your temple.

“Cum around my cock. I want to feel you.”

His other hand reaches down between your legs and begins to toy with your clit. The feeling of his fingers rubbing you in just the right way, his still-hard cock inside you, along with his cum leaking down your pussy work together to throw you over the edge.

You whimper as you begin to cum. Your knees feel weak as your lower stomach blooms with warmth and pleasure.

Anakin revels in the feeling of your walls convulsing around his sensitive dick. If he hadn’t already cum, your pussy would be milking him like this. Once you’ve finished riding out your high, Anakin pulls out of you and lays you down on the bed before joining next to you.

He turns you around so you're facing away from him and he spoons you, pulling your back to his sweaty chest.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” he whispers.

“Felt so good,” you reply quietly.

Anakin’s cum is still leaking from between your legs, but neither of you care right now. You’re both exhausted, wrung out from sex and the busy day before this.

“Hey,” Anakin says, breaking the silence in the room.

“Hey.”

“Tomorrow night after the show, I’m gonna marry you.”

“What?” you gasp, turning around in his arms.

“I want to make it official. Make sure that everyone knows I’m off the market. That you’re the only one who actually gets any real part of me.”

Anakin may have a reputation of being a diva, an egotistical superstar, which isn’t necessarily untrue, but like this, in private with you, he’s tender, loving, and real.

“So what do you say?” he asks, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

You smile wide and bring him in to kiss. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” you say against his lips.

He kisses you again, deeply, as he confesses all of his love for you with a physical act.

In the back of your mind, you wonder if you’ll get hate from Anakin’s fans for stealing their celebrity crush from them, but you shrug that thought off. On stage, he may belong to everyone, but here, he’s only yours.

#star wars #anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #anakin x y/n #anakin skywalker fic #star wars smut #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #anakin skywalker fanfic #anakin fanfiction #anakin fanfic #hayden christensen

[mace-windu-appreciationweek]

#mace windu #star wars #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #the clone wars #the phantom menace #jedi #sw #tcw

[lemusegallery]

Ultimate Muse List

P.S.A.: This post is not meant to be reblogged nor even replied. For this showcases the new changes for my blog as far as muses go and so on. This is applied to here and the @lesinfullgallery (Sinblog) only. For references, bold is both blogs, italic is exclusive to my sinblog and normal only for this blog.

Primary Muses:

Yu-Gi-Oh!: Seto Kaiba

Yugi Muto

Aki Izayoi

Jack Atlas

Judai Yuki

Asuka Tenjoin

Ishizu Ishtar

DMG

Mokuba Kaiba

Kaiser Ryo Marufuji

Star Wars: Darth Vader

Anakin Skywalker

Ahsoka Tano

Shaak Ti

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Darth Sidious

Darth Tyranus

General Grievous

Asajj Ventress

Bo-Katan Kryze

Darth Talon

Aayla Secura

Luke Skywalker

Dragon Ball: Artificial Human #18

Piccolo

Son Gohan

Oob

Vegeta

Seripa

Vegetto

Fate: Saber!Artoria Pendragon

Ruler!Artoria Pendragon

Shirou Emiya

Senji Muramasa

Gilgamesh (Archer and Caster)

Rider!Medusa

Saber!Nero

Lancer!Enkidu

Lancer!Bradamante

Saber!Musashi

Scathach (Lancer)

Rin Tohsaka

DC Comics: Batman

Wonder Woman

Kara Zor-El/Supergirl

Catwoman

Poison Ivy

Raven

Cassandra Cain

MARVEL Comics: Thor

Wolverine

She-Hulk

Amora

The Hulk

X-23

Dr. Doom

Avatar TLA/LOK: Azula

Korra

June

Mai

Katara

Code Geass: Lelouch Vi Britannia

Cornellia Li Britannia

C.C.

Kallen

Naruto: Sakura Haruno

Ino Yamanaka

Sarada Uchiha

Tsunade Senju

Final Fantasy: Tifa Lockhart

Jesse

Akame Ga Kiru: Akame

Esdeath

Leone

BNHA: Katsuki Bakugo

Mirko

Shoto Todoroki

Momo Yaoyorozu

Eijiro Kirishima

Other Characters: The Rowdyruff Boys

Mandy

Medaka Kurokami

Satsuki Kiryuin

Riku

Erza Scarlet

Yoruichi Shihouin

Secondary Muses: Fate: Rider!Achilles

Berserker!Heracles

Caster!Xuanzang Sanzang

Assassin!EMIYA

Assassin!Cursed Arm Hassan

Assassin!King Hassan

Lancer!Karna

Rider!Iskandar

Rider!Saint Martha

Archer!Euryale

Tine Chelc

Assassin of Red!Semiramis

Yu-Gi-Oh!: Kaito Tenjo

Tyranno Kenzan

Rio Kashimiro

Kowora

Star Wars: Darth Maul

Jaina Solo Fel

Lord Starkiller

Barriss Offee

Asajj Ventress

General Grievous

Plo Koon

Kit Fisto

Lumiya

Galen Marek

Avatar TLA: Suki

Ty Lee

Kuvira

Asami Sato

Toph Bei Fong

Dragon Ball: Nappa

Tenshinhan

Mr. Popo (TFS)

Broly

Towa

Android 17

Android 16

Kefla

Code Geass:

Rakshata

Nunnally Vi Britannia

DC:

Big Barda

Cyborg Superman

Harvey Dent/Two-Face

Doomsday

Bane

Final Fantasy:

Lightning Farron

Emperor Mateus

Sephiroth

Noctis

Kefka Palazzo

Other Male Characters:

Syaoran Li (CLAMP Multiverse)

Omniman (Invincible)

Mark (Invincible)

Hiei (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Kill La Kill:

Ira Gamagori

Uzu Sanageyama

Hoka Inumuta

Nonon Jakuzure

Naruto: Tenten (Naruto)

Mei Terumi (Naruto)

RWBY: Pyrrha Nikos

Ruby Rose

Sienna Khan

Winter Schnee

Other Female Characters: Xion (KH)

Exclusive Muses to my sinblog: Chel

Nemona

Nessa

Mai Shiranui

Samus Aran

Rias Gremory

#muse list #upgraded for 2024

[dukeoftheblackstar]

I'm also impartial to all ships as long as it's not pairing blorbos with minors. What ship are you not into?

Deffo! I'm also into age play and the whole daddy/mommy-baby kink, I'm down with it, it's all roleplay and fiction anyway. But I just can't deal with knowing 'baby' is minor or underage.

The only ship I am not into is ShaakPlo.

Typing this alone is like seppuku, my friend. And I say seppuku in a sense that I do not want to be a hypocrite by saying I'm open and respect all consensual ships and then say I hate it, because I don't. Yes, I do not hate the Plo Koon x Shaak Ti ship but rather, it's tearing me apart in an ungodly manner that literally sends me into a low point in life.

I see the dynamic; Mom and Dad vibe for the clones and I'm all for it. I just.. I just can't you know? HAHAAHHA idk how to explain it but it's interesting to me but at the same time painful because I am obsessed with Plo.

The funny thing is, I don't mind shipping him with just about everyone and make it work. Aayla? Fuck it. Kit, gimme some. Mace, sure, okay? Jaster, Jango? Go for ti. Heck, ship him Yoda idgaf, just... not Shaak Ti.

And then here I am picturing 921839183192 scenarios of them being wholesome and cute and just slapping my OC on there for extra spice angst and then it gets too much and now I get sad.

And for the record, I love Shaak Ti. She's Mom. She's queen. She's gorgeous and I adore her, completely. She has done nothing wrong.

But if you put her beside Plo, it hurts? HAHAHAHAHAHA

MOTHER, IT BURNS.

But I am not about to make a huge fuss about it. I see it, I get sad, I move on. Life, right?

#♝ #dukeoftheblackstar answers #♝-answers #plo koon #shaak ti #not even gonna put that ship in my tags jfc #star wars #ship #question

[dragon-of-the-soutn]

The Jedi code: No attachment! No romantic partners! No family!

Anakin sneeking off to meet up with Padme after a night out with the 501st, whilst hiding adoption papers for Ashoka: What attachments? No attachments hear!

Obi Wan sat on Cody's lap whilst waiting for a message from Satine: Be mindful of the code padawan.

Aayla removing herself from Bly's face for 0.5 seconds: What did you say?

Kit Fisto waiting to call Aayla and Bly so they can meet up for date night: You must listen to master Yoda, attachments are dangerous.

Ploo koon and Shaak Ti surrounded by clone younglins as they fill out adoption forms for the entire army: Emotions are not the Jedi way.

Depa Billap tucking Caleb into bed: You must learn to let go of your feelings.

Quinlan Vos in the middle of checking in with Aayla and having given Bly the shovel talk: Listen to Obi Wan, he's usually right.

Mace Windu sitting worriedly at medical waiting for news on his injured men: As Jedi it is are duty to follow the code.

#anakin skywalker #padme and anakin #padme x anakin #ashoka tano #anidala #obi wan kenobi #obitine #Obi Wan x cody #501stlegion #captain rex #commander cody #commander bly #aayla secura #kit fisto #Aayla x kit #Aayla x bly #quinlan vos #plo koon #shaak ti #mace windu #depa billaba #caleb dume #star wars the clone wars #star wars

[iidigestive-readerii]

28 or 50 for the kisses ask would be fabulous, I can't believe I didn't notice this post at first!

Lol okay! (You didn't specify a ship, so mwahanaha, I pick Kit and Aayla 😛)

50. A kiss, followed by more that trail down the neck

***

Kit Fisto. Jedi General. A good teacher, having successfully trained two padawans and often asked to teach younglings to swim. A powerful Force user and fond of joking and pranking.

Annoying, pain in her ass, absolute love of her life. The Council was always leery of their strong bond, but they had bigger things to worry about (and if they brought up another not-so secret relationship, they'd probably have to deal with Duchess Kryze and everyone was a little scared of her).

Aayla kept her face straight during the Council meeting, ignoring the stare of her Jedi lover. She nodded along to whatever Mace was rambling on about, wanting to get the hell out of the Council Room. It had been weeks since she had been in her own chambers, and she wanted some damn sleep and to watch the pile of trashy movies that Quinlan had rented for her.

She gave a bow when she realized the meeting was adjourned, turning on her heel and trying not to sprint out of there.

It didn't take long for Kit to be at her heels, hitting the lift button and grinning while they waited.

Aayla rolled her eyes, doing her best to keep her composure. She stepped into the lift when it opened, aware people noticed them stepping into together.

"Kit," she muttered when the lift closed and he pressed the button that took them to her floor.

With a smile he stepped close to her, eyes asking for a kiss.

"Fine," she muttered, trying not to smile at the look of accomplishment. Kit bent down, pressing a feather light kiss to her lips before kissing her cheek and jaw and down her neck.

#aayla x kit #ii digestive reader ii #fic #i tried #answered asks

[nibeul]

there are a lot of great things about aayla and padmé as a ship, but I think the best one is anakin getting cockblocked by one of the prettiest knights in the Order

#like we do all agree that Aayla and Kit are the most attractive right #along with Shaak Ti tbh #nibeul talks #padmé x aayla

[multifandomnonsense]

Wolffe: And remember, when you're in a fight, always protect your ass

Kit: what did he just say?

Aayla: he told us to protect our bottom

Kit & Aayla: *stand protectively in front of Bly*

#star wars #the clone wars #incorrect quotes #commander wolffe #kit fitso #aayla secura #commander bly #kitblyla #kitbly #kityla #blyla #bly x aayla x kit

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On the (late) fourth day of Bad Batchmas I gave to all of yooouuuuu

Jedi secrets!

I’ve decided to write little ficlets up until the boys return from getting ice cream! Err..Season 2!

Now this will take place in the universe I’ve built for my fic A Star Above the Rest! Some may be sneak peaks at future events, little glimpses into past events, or things I wanted to do but couldn’t work into the story! I hope you all enjoy them and Happy Holidays!

Note: As this is an 18+ blog there may sometimes be adult themes (like right now). Minors DNI or else!

Day 4 of 12 Days of Bad Batchmas: Jedi Secrets!

“Commander? Have you seen General Kenobi?” Master Fisto looked at the yellow clad clone. “We have a meeting with the council that we need to attend.”

“He’s uh..” In the storage room behind him with the Duchess? Playing tonsil hockey with the leader of Mandalore? “Discussing possible shipping routes with a Representative of the trade federation.” How much trouble could he truly get into for lying to the Jedi?

“Huh” Fisto looked questioningly at the Commander before nodding. “If you see him, let him know about the meeting?”

“Yes, Sir.” Watching as the Master gave him one final look before walking away, Cody let out a long sigh before knocking three times in the door behind him. The sound of shuffles and mumbling could be heard before the door finally slid open.

“Is there a problem, Cody?” With his signature smirk, Obi Wan stepped out of the room while adjusting his robes.

Cody let out an annoyed sigh as he helped fix the Generals robes. His gloved hand pulled up the bottom of the outermost cloak and he used it to wipe lipstick off of the Generals neck. “You are required at a meeting with the council, Sir. General Fisto was looking for you.”

Obi Wan pulled out his datapad and checked the time. “Indeed.” He was almost running late. “Please make sure everything inside is taken care of?”

“As always.” A warm pat was placed on Cody’s shoulder before General Kenobi walked casually away, a whistle coming from him.

After a few minutes the door slid open once more and the Duchess Satine elegantly walked out. Every piece of her outfit was perfectly in place as if she hadn’t just been in the closet being destroyed by a Jedi. “Already off on his next meeting?”

Cody simply nodded before motioning for her to lead the way. “You know him. Easily flitting from meeting to meeting.”

“How do you manage to keep up with him? I understand the time restraints on one during a war better than anyone else and even I’m tired after a meeting with him.” Satine ran delicate fingers through her hair, detangling the few knots placed in it from Kenobi's thick fingers in it.

“I’ve found it a bit easier to keep up with him lately.” Hands clasped behind his back, Cody thought of a certain young Jedi whose endurance was helping him keep up with Obi Wan. A small smirk crossed his lips at certain special memories.

Satine hummed knowingly as she caught the smirk on the clones face. “Now this is fascinating. Tell me Commander, do you have someone who you’re sweet on?”

Cody’s feet stopped as he looked at her in surprise. “How could you tell?”

An elegant laugh came from Satine before she spoke. “Men always carry this air about them when they’re harboring feelings for a special someone.” They had this secret smile they carried, the only person who knew where others..and women. “So who is it?”

“Nice try, ma’am. I won’t tell the General and I won’t be telling you.” He knew he was safe to joke with the Duchess. They had countless times before and once he’d gotten past the initial awkwardness, he found her quite entertaining.

“Do i atleast know this person?” Her delicately shaped eyebrow raised to him.

A chuckle came from Cody as they neared her transport. “I can say that you have in fact met her.” Smirking, he held her hand as she entered the vehicle. “I’ll also give you another hint. She’s close to Senators Mothma and Amidala.”

Oh now this was juicy, who could it possibly be? “Good to know.”

-*-

“Master Aayla, have you seen Commander Bly?” Cal stood at the feet of the Twi’lek Jedi. Having been dropped off by Zirena for some tactical reconnaissance training.

Hazel eyes shifted down to the ginger padawan, she’d completely forgotten about him arriving today. “Oh, he’s…” a thump came from the training room behind her.

Cal tilted his head at the sound. “Is he in there? Perfect!” Moving his little feet, he began to head towards the door.

Her hands moved faster than she intended and almost clotheslined the small padawan. “You can’t go in there!” Another thumb came from the room before a loud grunt. The poor child coughed away the feeling of her wrist against his throat. “Sorry, little one.”

“Why can’t I go in there?” Cals hand rubbed his neck carefully as Master Secura patted him down, making sure he wasn’t injured.

“The room is being renovated. There’s tools and the likes everywhere. Very dangerous for you to be in there.” Her eyes shifted around as she tried to find someone, anyone, to distract the child.

“Master Ka’ve said it’s good to learn about our ships! Can I take a look?” He reached his hand out to tap the panel, only to have it slapped away again.

“Usually I would be one to agree with your Master. But as the floor has been completely ripped up and there are wires and pipes everywhere. I’d hate for you to be injured.” She ran a reassuring hand across his little cheek.

Cal frowned, she had a point. Zirena would be livid if he got hurt for a stupid reason like playing in a room under construction. With a dejected sigh he stepped back. “Ok. I’ll go look in the mess hall for him.” Taking a few steps away he stopped and looked back at her. “Do you know where I can Master Fisto?”

In the room behind her? Aayla shook her head. “I believe he is in his room meditating. Perhaps try there next?”

He’d checked there already, but he figured he might as well check again. “Oh, I’ll check again then. Bye, Master!” With a little wave he was gone.

Aayla let out a long sigh before hearing the door slide open behind her. Thick green fingers circled her arm before pulling her into the room. Once she was in and the door was secured, two sets of lips were upon her neck. “Sorry I took so long. I forgot that Zirena dropped off Cal.”

“Fuck. I forgot about that.” Bly huffed in annoyance into Aaylas lovely skin. All he wanted to focus on right now was her.

“He’s looking for you as well, little fish.” Her playful pet name made Kit growl against her skin, his fanged teeth running down her clavicle and towards her breasts. She hummed at the wonderful feeling.

“Hmm, Zirena probably sent a mission update with the child.” A past conversation came to mind. He hoped the mission was a success. A problem for later. His thick fingers gripped Aaylas waist as he pressed into her.

“So much to do, so little time.” A laugh came from the blue skinned Twi’lek as Bly squeezed her ass. “I guess I should start with you two.”

-*-

Zirenas heel clicked nervously as she stood outside Padmes office. Anakin and Padme were really doing this here? Now! They had an important proposal that needed to be looked over and the two of them were really hooking up now? Maybe she wouldn’t be this upset if Rex had come back as well. Instead she was waiting for her friend to get laid.

“Ah, Representative Rexalus, how are you?” Mace Windu smiled at Zirena. Happy to see her settling in.

“Master Windu!” Shit. “What are you doing here? I thought you were off planet?”

“Ah I was, but something came up and it’s important that I speak to Senator Amidala at once.”

That’s it, secret blown. “Oh, she’s in an important meeting right now. It’ll be a while.”

Mace raised an eyebrow to her. “Is that so? Her schedule shows she should be free right now.”

Well of course it did. She was supposed to be free. But when your secret husband shows up suddenly. It’s common to drop everything so you can get railed on your desk. “Oh, yes it was a last minute emergency meeting. Something about Felucia.”

He hadn’t heard anything about Felucia, but perhaps he just hadn’t been informed yet. “Interesting. Well let me wait with you. This is important and must be discussed as soon as possible.”

Nooo. Zirena fought the urge to visibly react to the news. “Oh, perfect.” She motioned to the space beside her. Begging and pleading with whatever god she needed to beg that Padme and Anakin would be quiet for once . Smiling, she hummed and balanced on the heels of her shoes. Waiting for anything to make Mace walk away.

“General Windu! It’s good to see you.” Howzer rounded the corner and nodded to the two Jedi. His eyes looked at Zirena in confusion as to why she was standing outside.

“Oh Captain Howzer! It’s good to see you!” Mace walked over and shook Howzers hand tightly. “How have things been going here? You’re keeping our Representative nice and safe I take it?”

Howzer looked at Zirena as the woman made a face at him, silently begging for him to take her Master away. “Uh, yeah. She’s a handful, but I’m adjusting.”

Zirena was going to throw something at this man. Sometimes clones could be really dense. Raising her hand to her ear she tugged on it a few times before tilting her head towards Padmes office. When Howzer still didn’t understand, she bit her lip in frustration. Underestimating her irritation she felt her tooth slice her lips. Hissing in pain she brought her hand up to her lip and pulled it away, red blood glistening on it.

“Zoya!” Howzer rushed over to her and took her chin in his hand. “I warned you about doing that.”

Mace chuckled as he shook her head. “She’s been doing that since she was a child. Come on, let’s go get her some ice.”

“Thank you.” Zirena watched as they walked away, only to hear the door open behind her. Talk about being close.

“I’ll give Rex your love, Zirena.” Anakin nodded to her as he walked away. A satisfied smile on his face.

Of course that would be her luck. Honestly, sometimes it was hard keeping all of these secrets.

-*-

“Rex, we need to hurry.” Zirenas head rested against the clone Captains shoulder as he continued to thrust into her.

“I don’t get time to be with my riddur that often. Let me enjoy this lovely body of yours.” His words were dark and lustful. A hand snaked between them as he began to rub her clit forcefully, trying to pull her closer to her peak.

Stars, it felt so amazing to have him buried inside her. But Anakin was surprisingly standing guard out front and she didn’t know how long they had. She felt herself getting closer and closer. Rex was so unbelievably skilled with his hands and she loved it. “Rex…please…so kriffin close.”

A knock on the door had them both stopping. Seriously? She was so close and they were being interrupted? She’d kill whoever was interrupting them. Clenching around Rex, she felt his grip tighten before he continued to silently thrust.

“I’m sorry Obi-Wan, I don’t know where Zirena went.” Anakin kept an even and straight face. Nothing could break him. Zirena and Rex covered for him and Padme far too much for him to crack.

“A shame, I was hoping to test her on her latest weapon.” Kenobi ran his hand over his beard in thought. “If you see her, let her know I’m looking for her?”

“Of course, Master. I’m sure she’ll turn up. Perhaps she’s in the showers?” Definitely wrong, but Kenobi didn’t need to know that.

“Come along, Cody. Let’s check the hangar once more. Perhaps her droid can tell us.” Obi-wan motioned down the hall.

“Actually, Sir. I need to discuss something with General Kenobi. Pertaining to his new shinies coming in.” He nodded to Kenobi who raised an eyebrow before leaving. Only once the General was gone did he turn back to Anakin. “They’re in there, aren’t they?”

Anakin let out a sigh before nodding. “That obvious?”

Cody shrugged as he stepped towards the door. “I can smell her perfume.”

Her perfume? Anakin hadn’t noticed it. “Oh. Wait, where are you going?”

A hand over the panel, Cody smirked. “Just letting them know that Kenobi is looking for them.”

Before Anakin could say anything more, the door was shutting behind Cody and locking. Now what was going on there.

Zirena gasped at the sound of the door opening. Who the hell was coming in? But when she saw Cody her smile only grew. “Cody!” Her word came out in a breathy exhale. Rex still buried between her legs, she extended a hand to the two twelfth commander.

“Sorry, it took Kenobi longer to get off the scent than I expected.” Cody pulled his armor off quickly before walking over and taking the Jedi's mouth in his. “Now. How’s my girl feeling?”

Pupils blown in ecstasy, Zirena accepted a deep kiss from Cody.

Rex smirked as he continued to fuck her. “Absolutely amazing. Getting her warmed up for ya.”

Cody pulled away from Zirena and smirked as he began to undo his pants. “Perfect.”

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