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WIP of Knight and midsummer morning

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one thing about me is that I’ll hc characters to have medium/small dicks

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Devotion

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knowing that the timeline of wave III is very squished together based on the latest Trials excerpt makes this even funnier. avar has to leave during filming during the events of TB

sometimes, how to build a sex room is a guilty pleasure show of mine, and as tends to happen with my guilty pleasure reality tv, I tend to inflict it on star wars characters. I'm trying to think of the funniest couples for a theoretical star wars version of it, and so far I have:

-Aphra/Sana/Magna (or any of Aphra's other lovers) -Cair and Xylan -Vildar and Tey (even funnier if it's in the physical jedi quarters) -Jos and Pikka -Padme and Anakin but specifically if the latter is kept anonymous

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thinking about velko undressing rhil and fucking her as soon as they get out of the OZ

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obviously I think it's popular fandom opinion to want this man strapped as he should be but there's also the idea of when they first do this, tierny doesn't exactly have that on her, so she imitates the motions and gets both more worked up than either want to admit

going back to basics and thinking about tierny bending pyre over her desk again

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going back to basics and thinking about tierny bending pyre over her desk again

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ROULETTE (1), Reel Queer, 2009

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TREX!!!! (Truck sex)

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Alan Parker, Joe Leitel and Bruce Reed Ben-Hurry (1959) dir. Richard Fontaine

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a construction crew makes its way through the temple carrying fuzzy handcuffs and a sex swing as yoda emerges haggard from his shift holding back the blight. tired, he is.

sometimes, how to build a sex room is a guilty pleasure show of mine, and as tends to happen with my guilty pleasure reality tv, I tend to inflict it on star wars characters. I'm trying to think of the funniest couples for a theoretical star wars version of it, and so far I have:

-Aphra/Sana/Magna (or any of Aphra's other lovers) -Cair and Xylan -Vildar and Tey (even funnier if it's in the physical jedi quarters) -Jos and Pikka -Padme and Anakin but specifically if the latter is kept anonymous

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I also want to say Avar and Elzar so bad but idk the logistics with them and due to the whole "living in the jedi temple" thing. however, I do think it'd be funny to hear Avar admit some previously-unspoken kinks only to have Elzar simultaneously weirded out and aroused beyond belief.

This situation is also funny in that it either has to be them in their very early adulthood or during Phase III so I can't help but picture the comedy of this happening as the Jedi are gearing up for the mission of a lifetime.

The Fictitious Melanie says something about "and you'll be able to enjoy this for a long time!" and Avar and Elzar just exchange A Look

sometimes, how to build a sex room is a guilty pleasure show of mine, and as tends to happen with my guilty pleasure reality tv, I tend to inflict it on star wars characters. I'm trying to think of the funniest couples for a theoretical star wars version of it, and so far I have:

-Aphra/Sana/Magna (or any of Aphra's other lovers) -Cair and Xylan -Vildar and Tey (even funnier if it's in the physical jedi quarters) -Jos and Pikka -Padme and Anakin but specifically if the latter is kept anonymous

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sometimes, how to build a sex room is a guilty pleasure show of mine, and as tends to happen with my guilty pleasure reality tv, I tend to inflict it on star wars characters. I'm trying to think of the funniest couples for a theoretical star wars version of it, and so far I have:

-Aphra/Sana/Magna (or any of Aphra's other lovers) -Cair and Xylan -Vildar and Tey (even funnier if it's in the physical jedi quarters) -Jos and Pikka -Padme and Anakin but specifically if the latter is kept anonymous

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from a request for bix/jyn, 40, off of this list; fic is also on ao3! do mind the m rating

Before, she’d rarely been one to prolong getting out of bed. There had been the salyard to think of, which literally couldn’t start the day without her — and time, her father had instilled in her from an early age, is credits. But even that aside, sleeping in would’ve never sat right with her; it would just seem lazy, which is about as contrary to Ferrixian values as anything could be.

After, though, after the dust of war settles on a galaxy finding its way to something else, when the sun rises and manages to stream light in through tightly-closed blinds, Bix finds a reason to linger.

That reason takes the form of the sleeping body next to her, one that’s in no rush to wake. Without urgency constantly on any of their heels, Jyn indulges in the luxury of not needing to be in a rush; any shift on the mattress just sees her turning over, mumbling vague incoherencies to herself before her breathing deepens again. Maybe it’s a lasting effect of having been forced to grab sleep wherever and whenever she could for the majority of her life, but Bix swears that without intervention, she could probably sleep through the house burning down.

Not that she’s inviting that to happen. They’ve put too much time and effort into building a home to see it disappear, just like that. After what they’ve lost, it’s important to see these foundations stand for a long time to come.

In any case, though, there’s a difference between lingering and wasting an entire day. Right now, that line is close; she herself is on a certain timetable to get to the shop, even if it isn’t immediate, and she knows that Jyn, with the soldier, the survivalist, always ingrained in her, wouldn’t feel great about coming to that realization of waste.

So, the next time that Jyn begins to stir, Bix leans in, slowly. She takes a moment to brush a lock of hair away from closed eyes, takes a moment to allow a soft, fond smile to settle, before gradually, gently pressing their lips together.

Gradual, gentle; that’s always her first approach, whether it’s trying to meet a particularly stubborn machine in the middle or wake a particularly stubborn partner. Most of the time, it works.

It works now, too. She feels, more than hears, a contented hum against her mouth, and when they break for air, she’s greeted by a mischievous glint in open eyes and teeth dragging across a bottom lip.

For a moment, Bix mirrors that, before she slides her body on top of Jyn’s, pressing her into the mattress. She follows the cues of the hands that rise up over her hips, positioning herself where it’ll be most comfortable for both of them. (That’s a tricky negotiation some days, when the effects of old injuries and traumas make themselves known, reminding them that they’ll never truly disappear.

Some days, after the nightmares have been especially bad again, Bix tenses at even the slightest brush of fingers against her skin and has to separate herself from being touched at all, until she’s gone through every painstaking reminder that she’s safe. That the Empire will never hurt her, or anyone she loves, ever again.)

It’s an easy morning, so that place isn’t hard to find. Neither is her intent for what she’d like to do next. She breaks from Jyn’s mouth, beginning to press a line of slow kisses down her neck and all the way to her chest, each one bringing on a sharp, audible inhale.

When she reaches her breast, mouth encircling the nipple before she swipes it with her tongue, there’s a moan drawn out from the back of Jyn’s throat.

By the time she leaves that behind, and moves next to press a kiss just below the ribcage, Jyn starts to squirm. Which might end in something that neither of them want, so Bix brackets her hips, firmly, with both hands, before pressing another kiss, lingering there this time.

Jyn practically grunts, “Lower.”

Against her skin, a smile curves on Bix’s mouth. She murmurs, “Be patient.”

And while she could draw this out, she’s meant her approach to be slow and gradual, not teasing. Not merciless; that never gets the job done, no matter the context. Hooking Jyn’s sleep shorts with her thumbs, she pushes them down her thighs, and sets her mouth to work where it’s desperately wanted.

Bix won’t take it for granted, not now or ever, the wonder that is watching her come apart. When the job is done, she shifts herself back up on her elbows, taking this moment in and committing it to memory. (The more good ones that she makes, the better she can combat everything that still tries to hang around the corner.)

But not at the expense of living in it; when lips rush for hers, when hands reach for her and nudge her back into the mattress, when warmth turns to heat that turns into an ache of overpowering want, she experiences all of that, fully. She’d never dream of anything else.

After, between tangled limbs and breaths still being caught, Bix knows that the seconds are ticking away. One glance toward the window, where even tightly-closed blinds aren’t doing much to keep the morning sun at bay, is enough to confirm that.

The one glance she’s able to get; fingers reach for her face, brushing hair from her forehead, pulling her back, soon enough, to bright eyes and a moment that more than a part of her doesn’t want to leave.

It has a gravity over her, one that she, naturally, leans into.

“If I’m late,” she says, any attempt at sounding faux stern immediately ruined by the softness that refuses to leave her voice; it never leaves, in this bed. “It’ll be all your fault.”

A crease forms between Jyn’s brows at the same time she arches one of them. “Mine? How would it be mine? You started this.”

She looks so deadly serious, so primed to start a fight over something stupid that doesn’t matter, as she often does, that Bix can’t help it; a laugh bubbles up in her chest and tumbles out of her mouth, light and free. Easy.

Even that feeling, though, doesn’t compare to the sight that is Jyn breaking in front of her, to the sound that is her laugh, in turn, filling the room.

Maybe she’ll be half an hour late, maybe she’ll be even later than that, but there are reasons, Bix thinks, to take her time.

Those are what they’d given everything to win, after all.

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-ducks head in- anyways avar has a marking kink

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type of shit i’ve been on

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also sorry about the repeat posts from twitter, I just remember I should actually post here sometimes