#Dom!Plo Koon

[dukeoftheblackstar]

I need Plo to choke me with that belt like...Yesterday. Like he can leave little scratches and cuts when he spanks me with those hands of his. OMG those hands. He can leave marks on my throat while he dicks me down into whatever surface.

Hello there, new-found bestie cakes ♥ ~

I see you speak my language ♥. So let me just introduce you to my Dom!Plo ♥ @mild-disorganization

Dom!Plo would have no qualms walking up to you without any reason or trigger only to grab you firmly by the throat and back you up against the wall, a temple pillar, or a glass window overlooking Coruscant's bustling streets.

He'd dig what I love to call 'love burrows' along that slender neck of yours with those might-sharp talons just enough to puncture your skin a teeny, tiny, little bit so itty, bitty, round pools of rubies leave marks.

He'd then utter something about, "What an exhilarating feat to add to that delicate neck of yours, my little pet."

Dom!Plo would retract his hand in a way that he'd leave a few cuts, angling it enough not to strike a nerve and kill you, but enough to leave long, red trails down past the dip of your clavicles ♥.

Because of your dirty thoughts of him bestiecakes, Dom!Plo needs to set you straight >:[ Can't have little naughties mucking about the temple now, can we?

Bad for the temple. Bad for his rep too since he's your charge.

And so, Dom!Plo sighs in an exasperated fashion while unbuckling a very luxurious leather belt that he had procured from his recent home visit to Dorin ♥ — a fine, rust-toned, leather belt that smacked deliciously with a swift pull from his waist.

Dom!Plo motions for for you to come with his index and babe, you best not keep the General waiting. He's got meetings to go to ♥ Babes to punish (I'm in line ♥) for being improper and unruly.

Fortunate to be one of them, Dom!Plo will heedlessly grab you by the back of your neck to be at a close proximity before lacing that fine, opulent, Dorin-made leather belt and lock that buckle tight enough for you to wince when you swallow.

Dom!Plo would then incautiously grab you by the jaw, talons prodding your cheek while he looks at you with so much disdain because he's supposed to be meditating, but no — he's here with your cute, bratty ass ♥

"Hm. Cute little tart and yet — with such a pretty, filthy mouth." Another 'Hm' of dismay before probing your lips to part with his thumb, shoving it so forcefully that your teeth and lips graze along his hide/skin.

You can feel the tip of his spur poke at your tongue, moving seamlessly past your protest and further down your throat as if to inspect your depth capacity.

Because, babe. My Plo packs a whopping 13-inch alien dick, so you best be primmed.

"Good enough." You'll hear him say, retracting his finger with so much candor, it'll leave you abandoned with want.

And so, the same hand rests on that beautiful crown of yours, guiding you to descend to yours knees — of which you comply so dutifully, like a good girl indeed ♥

Seeing as this man is on a fucking schedule, Dom!Plo whips out the disco stick and gives himself a couple of strokes here and there; from the hilt to every ridged inch of his cock, Dom!Plo would trace each curve as he forces you to look down at what's about to cum — see what I did there bestie? I cannot be taken serious, tbh. ♥ — what's about to come.

Dom!Plo, however, has jealousy issues 😩😩😩

He doesn't like it when you pay more attention to his cock than him; it's mind over matter, baby — but by the stars, does his cock matter ♥

Remember that belt around your neck, bestie? How it connects to his other hand with that leather belt coiled for control? He'll tug it, babe — tug it hard so it'll knot you right up and leave you breathless for a hot minute. Literally.

"Up here, little love." You'll hear him coo, quite darkly.

And just when those magnetic eyes of yours had welled up with enough tears to stain your smooth, soft cheeks, Dom!Plo would take the Blade of Dorin (yes, we're calling his dick that, don't argue) and rub it all over your mouth making you chase that dick like the cock-starved whore you are ♥, respectfully.

And once he's quite happy with the lower chambers of your face glistening with precum and your own saliva, he'd pry your mouth open with his dick and slide that bad boy so slow you'd thank him for it ♥ Why, you ask?

Because you're not the Force, babe. Nothing in this chaotic galaxy will ever stop Dom!Plo from giving you the dicking of your life because you've stolen precious moments of his respite with your foolishness.

And so, you feel it, right? You feel every inch stuff your mouth that no only but a fraction of your breath seeps through. You feel every inch and ridge; the dip and curve of this Kel Dor's cock through the cavernous walls of your mouth until it begins knocking down your throat.

Naturally, protesting ensues. Your grip at his thigh, either pulling him more with your impatient, cute ass or you're pushing him to calm TF down because bestie, death by dick is a real thing.

Dom!Plo doesn't like unruly baby girls or boys. That said, he'll pull on that belt again while he shoves his girthy-thicc cock down your throat it actually bulges down your neck.

I don't know about you hun, but I'm sure that'll make you gag and if you do and go urk urk urk urk on that dick, Dom!Plo would sweetly wipe that tear off your cheek only to slap you gently with two of his fingers.

"Louder." You'll hear him say.

He's old, babe. 384 years of age means you gotta speak tf up.

Dom!Plo would lean his hips back enough to keep half of it in and half of it out. So you know, you don't die and practice safe sex.

But since you took that regal slide of his dick like a champ, you'd notice his tusk move and the exposed portion of his cheek compress in what you can make off as a smile — a smirk, really.

"Now, make your master cum like the good little tart you are, my sweet." Comes that reverberating voice of his that sounds so decadently dark and sultry, cupping your cheek and caressing your face with his thumb jamming his cock back in your mouth while the same hand that held your leash of a belt would occasionally pull at random patterns, meriting stifled groans and grunts from your Kel Dor General.

His pace would quicken eventually, claws nestled over your crown while fingers laced with a handful of your groomed locks.

It'd be such a delight and honor to see his head reel back as he mouth fucks the soul out of you, truly a spectacular sight. Seeing him against the evil forces that burn within his soul to say things like 'Fuck, you're so good' or the likes because bestie, that's very un-Jedi of him >:[

So in turn, he just continues to ram his cock so far down your throat at such a paced speed that you feel him thicken inside your mouth, only to cum fucking buckets down your throat, pull mid-way so he can creampie those charming lips of yours and watch as hot, white ropes of Kel Dor essence drip past your chin, trickle down your throat and some on those tantalizing anti-stress tits that happens to be a Kel Dor fave.

Satiated, Dom!Plo would have you lick the cum off his own cock because he wouldn't want to feel all sticky underneath those slacks of his. He also won't forget yanking that belt around your neck so you get to lick the parts that needs cleaning.

With all said and done, Dom!Plo would unbuckle the belt off your neck and tilt your head left to right with but the tip of his talon. Pleased to see scratch marks, dots, and lightly smeared bloodlets over your skin, not to mention the welts left by the leather belt around your neck, he'd give you an approving nod.

Dom!Plo however does not do aftercare. That would be Plo Koon's job or Regular!Plo. Dom!Plo would merely give your head a pat, a ruffle of the hair, and if he's feeling extra generous, would press his rebreather onto your forehead in a kiss of sorts before leaving you with instructions to "... Mediate on your unrighteous desires, little one. The path of the dark side looms within those sinful thoughts."

THE END.

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[dickarchivist]

Lullaby of the Wolffe

Wolffe × GN!Reader

Word Count: 1087

Playlist: Lullaby of the Wolffe

Rating: PG Fluff, but as always Minors DNI 🔞

Contents and Warnings: Insomnia, growing panic due to Insomnia, service animal (charhound), intrusive thoughts, swear words, soft Wolffe, potentially OOC Wolffe, fluff, hurt/comfort, soft sleepy singing

Summary: plagued by anxiety, you can't sleep. Despite your best efforts, Wolffe wakes up beside you. Instead of being angry, he offers you a Lullaby to try and help calm you down.

Author's Notes: The other night I had really bad panic Insomnia and I wanted a comfort fic tailored to my bullshit. I decided it would be a good idea to make a playlist of songs I felt like Wolffe would sing to me in a soft baritone while rubbing my back and trying to soothe me out of my panic. Now that I've made it through the night, I'm writing the fic to go with the playlist. Please enjoy both! I hope you get some rest.

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You can't sleep.

You went for a run. You hit the gym. You walked your charhound. You read a whole book, from start to finish. Cooked meals for the whole week, cleaned the house top to bottom, The laundry was even folded.

You can't sleep.

It wasn't for lack of trying. You'd lay in your bed, but as soon as you'd turned off the distractions, you were alone, and everything else came rushing in to attack you.

"You left the stove on. No. Not the stove, the oven. What's that smell? Are you burning the house down!?" You jump out of bed, run to the kitchen, and there's nothing wrong. The place is just how you left it. That burning smell was the crisp charcoal smell of your service charhound, Soot. You mentally kick yourself, how could you be so stupid? You know that smell, you've known it since she was a pup...

Back in bed. Okay, you think, okay this time will be it. This time you'll sleep.

"You forgot to feed Soot. Useless stupid owner how could you do that to your own baby?" But Soot is asleep at your bedside, her belly warm with her meal. You lay back down. You try to sleep.

You. Can't. Sleep.

Tears well in your eyes and you scream. You're so tired. You can't believe how exhausted you are and yet not a single moment of rest finds you. Soot gets up and puts herself in your arms to keep you from getting distructive. Her higher temperature keeps you warm, but all you feel is cold. You don't sleep a moment all night.

You feel sick, you're sluggish all the next day, because of course. You couldn't sleep. It's been 52 hours. The first day you could hide it, the second it started to show, but today... today you're with the wolfpack. If Plo Koon doesn't bring it to anyone's attention first, you know that Wolffe won't let it slide when he sees you. You've never wanted to stay away from the steely eyed commander more than today.

"You look like hell." Wolffe actually takes his helmet off to get a look at you, and it makes your stomach hurt when you see the concern on his face.

You sigh, roll your eyes, "Thanks. Go away." and turn away from Wolffe, trying to focus on your own work.

"No." His voice is hard, and you want to lash out, but when he grabs your wrist and turns you around, all your anger dissolves at his orders, "Tell me what's going on. Now."

Tears welling in the corners of your eyes, you try to blink them away, try to act tough, but you break under his gaze. "I can't sleep!"

You sob, hard. Wolffe jumps when you rush forward to close the gap, pressing your face against his chestplate, arms clinging around him, and openly sobbing. He hesitates, but eventually puts his arms around you, rubbing your back. It's so comforting, but it only serves to make you cry harder. It makes you realize just how touch starved you've been...

"Alright Cyar'ika, why can't you sleep?" You didn't know his voice could be so soft...

"I d-dont- dont know!" When you pull back, he holds your cheek, rubbing away tears. You close your eyes, and try to breath a little more evenly, "I h-have Insomnia, a-and it's been a few days since-"

"Days?!" Wolffe barks, now holding your face in both hands, "Kriff- you're coming with me."

He grabs your wrist, hauling you through the hallways of the ship. He opens a door to reveal a vacant sleeping quarters, and your stomach drops. "N-no, Wolffe, you don't get it... nothing is going to help, and especially not without Soot here, I won't be able to fall asleep. It's hard enough with Soot, but alone, I can't-"

"Shut up." You do, looking away bashfully, until the door closes behind the two of you, at which point Wolffe starts to take off his armor, "Get in the bed."

You blush wildly, covering your eyes, "Wolffe I'm sleep deprived, not- not sex deprived, I'm really sorry if I misled you but- s-stop laughing!"

"Cyar'ika, we are not having sex. Just getting my armor off so I'm comfortable too. Get in the damn bed, you'll see." Wolffe takes your hands from your eyes and leads you over to a bunk.

He helps you down, takes off your boots, and guides you to lay down. Your face is still hot when he gets into the bed with you, and he earns a squeak from you when he handles you into a cradled position. Your head rests on a pillow between yourself and his arm, comfortable for both of you. His other arms curls around you and you feel his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back.

"I could use a rest, and you definitely need one. Get some sleep... that's an order." He chuckles at the last part, and for a moment, you think this might actually work.

Unfortunately, as soothing as it is, Wolffe's presence did nothing to stop the panic Insomnia. As soon as it's quiet, your mind starts racing. Thoughts of guilt, of shame, thoughts that this is all pity, that he didn't want you because you're undesirable, that-

"Cyare, quit squirming. What's going through that head of yours?"

"E-everything..." damn it. You didn't even notice your movements, but they'd been enough to wake Wolffe, "Once it's quiet, I can't sleep... can't stop the thoughts..."

There's a long, painfully quiet moment where you think you've said something wrong, until you hear Wolffe take a very deep breath. He kisses your forehead, whisping on your skin, "If you tell anyone about this I swear..."

It starts as a hum, a familiar tune rumbling in his chest. Eventually it builds, and he's whispering the song to you. You pull away a little, looking at Wolffe in awe, "Are you... singing me to sleep?"

"If it works." He kisses your forehead, encourages you to get comfortable again, and then picks up his song again once you're secured to his chest.

You don't even notice when you fall asleep. And you don't know how long you slept, but it was peaceful. Restful. You don't even remember the dreams you had, if you had then at all.

"Hey there Cyar'ika, sleep well?" Waking up in his arms, that's what really felt like a dream.

"Thanks to you, I did."

[loverboy-havocboy]

I'd love to know more about 'rank and file (wolffe/wolfpack)' pleeeeease!!!! 😇

this is my most recent wip!! i only have 200 words and a vague idea so far - but it was born in the discord server from my musings about how wolffe is usually the top and/or dom in fics, but maybe he's tired of being in charge. he's a marshal commander, maybe he needs a break, and maybe the pack gives it to him.

snippet under the cut - vaguely nsfw i guess

"What are you, Wolffe?"

I'm a Marshal Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic. I'm General Plo Koon's second in command. I'm your superior officer.

A sharp tug at his curls pulls a whine from him and forces him to arch his back.

"I'm your good boy," he replies breathlessly. When the fist in his hair tightens, he hurries to add, "Sir."

"That's right," Boost praises. "Very good, trooper."

[sinisterexaggerator]

Okay. The whole Hondo x Aurra post, as usual very on point, but I have questionnnnnnnnnnnnns ♥

Can you make up scenarios/samples of them clashing while in a hunt or anything that lead up to Hondo either calling it quits? Cause, idk.. I feel like Hondo called it quits as opposed to Aurra, but I could be wrong?

(The Clone Wars: Bounty Hunter: Boba Fett | illustrated by Wayne Lo)

Yes, I think so too, as I mentioned earlier! I see Hondo as the one to call it quits, as Aurra would most likely use Hondo to her benefit until she couldn't anymore. HONDO is the one used to using people, so to speak, and he doesn't like a taste of his own medicine. Two, he seems to like to be in control of his own fate, and to leave it in someone's hands such as Aurra, during a job per se, is not something he wants to repeat after experiencing the way she operates in the field, most likely many, many times -- and then regretting it.

I take into account her "never asking permission for anything" and that he "bailed under her command" as per the dialogue.

One scenario might be similar to what occurred with Boba Fett. Hondo, Aurra, and others are working together on some sort of job. He even mentions that in passing before she kills Castas. "Remember dat job we pulled?" Hondo claims he used to be a bounty hunter. In fact, he at some point goes after Q'ira in "Forces of Destiny." It's a short animated cartoon!

Anyway, just like Aurra left Boba Fett to Plo Koon (yer man), and did not go back to help him once he is in trouble, I imagine the same thing happened to Hondo, and maybe more than once. He realizes he cannot rely on her, she cannot be trusted, and is only in it for herself.

Sure, she might come back with a: "I wanted to help you honey, but I would have been captured, too," all sugary sweet. For a while maybe he buys it. But, after one too many times I see it grating on his nerves. He stops putting any faith into her, and does not want to continue a working/business relationship -- even if they keep having sex on the reg.

Chances are, she tries to and does control him in the bedroom more often than not. I bet her strap game is strong. I say Hondo is a switch, so he doesn't mind being dommed or taken control of in the right situation. You can't tell me he had those restraints just for show or hostages. They were heart-shaped for crying out loud.

Anyway. I doubt she stopped there. I can see her being bossy and manipulative to the point Hondo has to cut her loose. That makes it awkward anytime she decides to drop by unannounced, though he saves face by at least being hospitable.

Hondo can be a patient man, me thinks, if the payout is big. Considering there would be nothing in this relationship of benefit to him, he has little patience, and especially if she at all tries to degrade him as is her way with others we see in canon. She even treats Boba like shit for the most part -- at least she doesn't let him drink alcohol.

As far as sex, he can get that from anywhere. Just look at those Weequay chicks hanging off him.

If you want something specific ...

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Aurra: Where have you been?

Hondo: *Looks terrible, covered in dirt and debris, frowning.* En jail, where else?

Aurra: I thought you would have escaped sooner than this.

Hondo: Perhaps I would not be en jail en de first place ef you had waited for me! I said I was on de way!

Aurra: There were guards on my tail.

Hondo: And yet, here you sit. Et seems you got away and perhaps would have had time tu come and scoop me up. no?

Aurra: No.

Hondo: Yes, very well. All dat matters es you are safe... *Grits teeth and walks off.*

Aurra: And where are you going now?

Hondo: *Turns, agitated. Embittered tone.* Tu take a shower. Es dat all right with you, my dear?

Aurra: "Watch your tone, honey."

Hondo: Ap-ap-ap!! You know what you are going tu watch?! ME! Leaving! Never tu return! Far, far away from here I go! Do not bother tu follow me, I am finished! Through! To the depths with you!"

Aurra: *Filing her nails.* Uh-huh.

Hondo: *Pouting* I'll only be a minute.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Hi, DJ! I’m here to ship you 💘

Alright, I thought about this for a good long while, and I keep coming back to the fact that you have BDE, so you need a trooper that can match that with no sweat.

That being said: It’s gotta be 🐺Wolffe or ☀️Cody. They’re confident, witty, and smart. They would love how thoughtful and hardworking you are, and you’d get them to relax and have fun!

Wolffe would be super proud to introduce you to Papa Plo, and the wolfpack would always wanna hang out with you.

Cody would take you with him to have tea with Obi-Wan, and the three of you would discuss everything from politics to poetry to art.

First of all, if you could see how hard I'm blushing right now, you might change your BDE diagnosis 🤣

But damn, how am I supposed to decide between Wolffe and CODY?! Between filthy, primal fun and being worshiped and adored? Between Plo Koon as a father-in-law and a Wolfpack full of little brothers, and Obi-Wan as a sister wife? I can't choose!

Okay, thots below the cut, because you awakened something in me.

It's a near thing, and it seems like it's going to crash and burn before Plo Koon and Obi-wan intervene to keep Wolffe and Cody from trying to murder each other. Eventually, they work out a shared schedule, and it's kriffing great.

Ever since you (or was it Kira?) suggested that I step on Wolffe, it's been on my mind. So here's how I headcanon the good commander:

He's a dom-leaning switch, but in certain relationships, he'll always take a submissive role. He likes someone who can keep up with his sarcasm, and he secretly likes it when his partner is kinda mean. He's not into pain (had enough of that, thanks), but if you sit on his face and order him to prove to you that his pretty mouth is good for something, he'll probably come untouched. Ideally, you'll notice now close he is before it happens and order him to get you off first. If you do this, he will burn up every shred of self-control he possesses, and the second you come, he'll be right there with you.

Now Cody is a whole other ballgame (pun absolutely intended; he loves it when you play with his balls). Cody is a pleasure dom through and through. There's not a submissive bone in his body, but he's unlikely to ever be strict. If you're looking for degradation or roughness, you're going to need to schedule that in with Wolffe, because Cody simply won't do it. This man is the consent KING, and he will constantly check in with you in the most gentle and loving way to make sure you're having a good time. But make no mistake--he's the one in charge, and if you act out (WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO CODY???????), his punishment is more likely to be teasing and edging you (in a public place if you've been very, very bad) rather than spanking or humiliating you.

Also, Cody likes to be called Daddy. And Wolffe likes it when you call him your big, bad Wolffe.

I don't make the rules.

[sinfulsalutations]

Listen I'm really feeling Eve x Wolffe for some reason (I just feel it in my bones) so if you could give some headcanons for them for the OC ask game I'd love it!!

⋆ ★ ᴅᴇᴇᴊᴀ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴɪᴜꜱ. ᴇᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. ꜱᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇꜱ…

𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕩 𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗𝕗𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ

SUCH a hot couple, like holy shit. if you saw them at 79’s or on some GAR base just lowly talking to each other all you would be thinking is how good they look together. And intimidating.

They gossip. A lot.

Eve has somehow gotten Wolffe to join her for a good amount of her allotted meditation time. He enjoys it more than he’s expressed.

When Wolffe’s stern expressions aren’t communicating what he wants them to when talking to someone, Eve talks for him. She tends to add in some colorful language as well.

Eve likes to joke they have matching eye scars, so they were meant for each other.

Stolen kisses on base. If the other commanders found out he was doing such a thing he’d be so embarrassed.

They agree on wayyy more things than each of them expected. It’s a sweet little surprise.

Keldabe kisses before any mission or deployment. It’s necessary. Neither of them knows who started it but neither of them forget it. Ever.

Wolffe teaches her how to properly handle a blaster.

From his experience with lightsabers, he doesn’t want it around, and Eve understands that and keeps it out of sight, out of mind. She just hopes he understands that he’d never hurt him like that and would much more likely defend him to her death with it.

He could swear that she is the only person who has ever made him smile. Even if it weren’t technically the truth.

Nights at 79’s. Eve is a mean drunk, and will occasionally call Wolffe names and playfully shun him, only to later in the night when he’s taking her back to the base leave sloppy kisses all over his jaw and neck, mouthing sincere apologies into his skin.

Before Eve and Wolffe became a thing, Plo Koon and her never were on the best terms. She was an irritating padawan for everyone. But as they talk more he grows to respect her and acknowledge her growth and talent as a Jedi. So basically, the dad approves.

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[angsty-violet]

Approval

Mace gave one of his aggravated sighs. Qui-Gon could barely resist the urge to grin in delight. The two of them had been friends for years and Qui-Gon took great pride in being one of the only people in the galaxy that could elicit that particular sound from him. Mace’s control was legendary, but he was still just a man, and Qui-Gon loved to needle him whenever possible.

“It isn’t that we are against the two of you bonding. In fact, it seems to be a good match. It’s just that…” Plo Koon trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence.

“That you’re a colossal pain in the ass and the only person you ever listen to is Padawan Kenobi. Since you took him as your padawan he has been able to reign in some of your more destructive and ridiculous tendencies. We don’t want to lose that because he is submitting to you. Many subs feel that they can’t and shouldn’t speak against their doms.”

“But Obi-Wan isn’t one of them. If he could backtalk and warn when we were brand new and he had just been sent from the order, he can do it as my sub.” Qui-Gon didn’t add that it came with a shocking amount of sass and sarcasm, but he certainly thought it. It wouldn’t do for the council to realize that Obi-Wan wasn’t quite as dutiful as he first seemed.

“Strong, young Kenobi is. Been struck, a good match has. Agree with the collaring, I do.”

Qui-Gon could almost feel the aggravation coming off of Mace when Yoda gave his opinion.

“Well, then I guess it’s all settled.” Mace couldn’t have sounded unhappier if he had sucked on a lemon.

“Thank you.” Qui-Gon made sure to bow directly facing Mace. He knew that it didn’t really matter. The council would accept the collaring, and they would see that nothing was going to change about their dynamic. Obi-Wan would continue to be the voice of reason and sass. Qui-Gon would continue to charge headfirst into situations. The only difference would be that their nights together would be officially accepted by the council.

Qui-Gon smiled softly to himself as he walked towards their quarters. Obi-Wan had been twisted up knots about his informing the council. However, Obi-Wan was tired of hiding and wanted to be able to tell the whole universe that they belonged together. So, Qui-Gon had suggested, that to alleviate his anxiety, that they simply tell the council what was going on. As it turned out, that was the right choice to make.

Qui-Gon needed to celebrate, and he knew just the sub to do it with.

[depressinggreenie]

Star Wars Pairing Tags

Here are the tags for searching and blocking purposes.

Disclaimer: I may have missed some. Not all of the pairings tagged I am interested in or support but have mentioned or touched on at least once.

*For Top/Bottom / Sub/Dom / Omegaverse specific character dynamics: I tag them "#X Character Name"

ROMANTIC/SEXUAL  ★ Bail Organa/Breha Organa/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #BailBrehaObi  ★ Bail Organa/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #BailObi  ★ Captain Rex/Commander Cody - #Codex  ★ Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #CodyWan  ★ Haja Estree/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Hajawan  ★ Kit Fisto/Mace Windu - #Kit Fisto x Mace Windo  ★ Kit Fisto/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #KitObi  ★ Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker - #Anidala  ★ Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Obidala  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker - #Obikin  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Asajj Ventress - #Ventrobi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul - #Maulobi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Everyone - #Obi-Wan x Everyone  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Hondo Ohnaka - #Hondo x Obi-Wan  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Mace Windu - #MaceObi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Obicest  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Other - #Obi-Wan x Other  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze - #Obitine  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Siri Tachi - #ObiTachi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/The Son - #Soniwan  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos - #ObiQuin  ★ Satine Kryze/Hondo Ohnaka - #Hontine  ★ Steela Gerrera/Ahsoka Tano - #Ahsoka x Steela  ★ Qui-Gon Jinn/Tahl - #JinnTahl  ★ Xanatos Du Crion/Mace WIndu - #MaceXan  ★ 212th Attack Battalion/Obi-Wan Kenobi - #212th x Obi-Wan

PLATONIC  ★ Bail Organa & Breha Organa & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Obi & Organas  ★ Bant Eerin & Obi-Wan Kenobi & Garen Muln & Reeft & Siri Tachi & Luminara Unduli & Quinlan Vos - #Obi & Siblings  ★ Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Cody & Obi  ★ Dooku & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Obi & Grandpa Dooku  ★ Haja Estree & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Haja & Obi  ★ Kit Fisto & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Kit & Obi  ★ Padmé Amidala & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Obi & Padmé  ★ Mace Windu & Jedi - #Mace & Jedi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano - #Disaster Trio  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Ahsoka Tano - #Obi & Ahsoka  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker - #Obi & Ani  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Hondo Ohnaka - #Obi & Hondo  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Jedi Council - #Obi & Jedi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Jedi Council - #Obi & Council  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Mace Windu - #Mace & Obi  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Plo Koon - #Obi & Plo  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Siri Tachi - #Obi & Siri  ★ Obi-Wan Kenobi & Quinlan Vos - #Quin & Obi  ★ Qui-Gon Jinn & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Jinn & Obi  ★ Yoda's Disaster Lineage - #Disaster Lineage  ★ 212th Attack Battalion Members & Obi-Wan Kenobi - #Obi & 212th

[dukeoftheblackstar]

got any plo koon fic recs? looking for some new stuff that's good. one shots and long fics welcome! I'll take anything i can get

Shamelessly promoting my own:

Dom!Plo ask by yours truly, submitted by the lovely @mild-disorganization

Some tired dad!Plo headcanons maybe?

And for some that I have read and adored:

Plo Koon Masterlist by @my-head-is-an-animal (Mixed)

Thigh Kink with Plo by @saradika (NSFW)

Not a fic, but hella spice by @saradika (SFW & NSFW)

Friendship - Plo Koon & Wolffe by @wild-karrde (SFW)

PloKit Art (their entire blog) by @uiro-mgmg1 (NSFW - mostly art)

SFW & NSFW Alphabets for Plo by @samspenandsword

My favorite ♥:

Sovereign (PloKit, idk if you're into it, but I am) by @tits-fisto (NSFW but very wholesome)

The Tiniest Councilor by Quiet_Shadow (SFW)

Name and Soul by @decepticonsensual (SFW)

Haven't read but is on queue when I have the mood and will power to actually read and not thirst for our Kel Dor Emperor ♥

of claws and tusks by my bestiecakes ♥ @saengak <- Apparently, it's hella angsty and I reserve the angst for weekend when I'm not out here thirsting for this King.

in deditionem by my bestiecakes ♥ @saengak <- I've seen them write ♥, it makes me squeeeeeeee ♥

Helium by @cynderiaopus who also made my current bomb AF pfp of Plo steepling ♥

Other materials and interesting read:

@exosorcery has very interesting comics and posts about Kel Dors in general. Here's one specific of Plo Koon:

A few faves from them:

@veny-many for their AUs and Plo Koon & Wolfpack Art (also includes others) <- Presenting you the bebbis ♥

My faves:

The entire post AU 66 where Plo lives is a quintessential to any post AU 66 imho because I'm heavily invested in this and I'm about to cry because I need to organize my bookmarks (and update this) so I can give you the proper start to fin link.

I'd post more from @veny-many and @exosorcery, but if you spend a good 10 minutes scrolling, you'll be there forever. Quality art content!

You may also want to check World building and ConLang Kel Dor study, apart from their OC x Plo Koon art. Big thanks for this neat document by @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows

[[ @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows I hope it's okay to share. If not, I can take it down ♥ ]]

So far just these at the top of my head. Thank you for the Plo-related ask :D! I enjoyed sifting through my bookmarks ♥

Don't forget to give love and reblog, comment, follow these amazing people who do so much for the Plo Koon, Dorin, Kel Dor tags ♥

[rexxdjarin]

Hi! I have a question that I was hoping you would be able to answer! Obviously, anyone can simp for whoever they want to simp for, but do people not simp for Commander Cody only because of the Codywan ship, thus labeling him as gay? I personally don’t like the ship because: a) they are forcing his sexuality, which isn’t right, b) they make Cody’s entire personality trait strictly and obsessively Obi-Wan, which in theory, isn’t a good thing because Cody is Obi-Wan’s subordinate, and c) The Clone Wars didn’t show anything super special about Cody and Obi-Wan’s relationship that could allude to a romantic connection either…they were friends and respected each other, yes, but Obi-Wan didn’t treat his battalion with as much special favor as say, Anakin and Ahsoka or Plo Koon. I also think Cody is really attractive, so maybe I’m just reading too much into it 😂 thank you! (Sorry this is long-winded lol)

Hmmmm so this requires a nuanced answer. I will start by saying

1) I absolutely thiiiirst over cody. I specifically see him and write him as a truly excellent dom which you should read what I’ve written for him in my masterlist hahaha

More below !!!

2) I think people may not think about or be attracted to him immediately because he’s not a major focus of the show ? The clones in the show that are really featured are mostly 501st guys. We just know their personalities a little better and I think people tend to build off of them first.

3) I wouldn’t say it’s forcing sexuality exactly…because we don’t know any of the clones sexualities really. people sort of have freedom of expression to view him or any of the clones as whatever way they would personally like to interpret. HOWEVER…

4) one of the main reasons I critique the codywan ship is for the reasons you’ve stated.

Making him so obsessed with obi-wan that he has no other discernible personality traits is reductive and tbh boring ??? I don’t mind people thinking they may have liked each other (tho the power dynamics of Jedi general/clone commander don’t make me exactly comfortable in every circumstance)

I think Cody is his own person with his own very important internal values. Whether you’d like him to be with obi-wan or not….he needs to be viewed as having other traits besides just being with him. ALSO tbh I think Cody could do better LMFAOOOOO

I personally believe Cody was just very close with Obi-wan and that if Obi-wan were ever to have chosen a partner, it would’ve always been Satine.

Thank you for asking this. I’d say try to block the codywan tag or just avoid/scroll past if you don’t like it. And go by what I did…if you don’t see enough cody, you can try your hand at writing him the way you see him OR see if you can request more from your favorite writer!

He’s wildly handsome, very by the book, sometimes a little stern and I LOOOOVE that about him too🤤🥰

[ao3feed-obikin]

[한국어 번역/Korean translation] Love in The Council Chamber

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42704802 by Whowhenwhere 제다이 마스터 오비완의 회의용 의자가 파괴되는 바람에 최근에 그는 최근에 카운슬 멤버가 된 아나킨 스카이워커의 무릎 위에 앉기로 결정한다. Words: 7381, Chapters: 1/1, Language: 한국어 Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Yoda (Star Wars), Mace Windu, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto, Shaak Ti, Ki-Adi-Mundi Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Top Anakin Skywalker, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Light Angst, Idiots in Love, Light Dom/sub, Rough Sex, Inappropriate Use of the Force, They think they are subtle but the truth is far from it and it's kinda cute lol, Chair Sex, Face-Fucking, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Power Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Power Bottom, Praise Kink, Possessive Sex read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42704802

[ithoughtitwasobvious]

All That I Have To Give

Rating: Explicit (Here be smut! 18+ Mature Readers Only) 

Pairing: Plo Koon x Female Reader 

Warnings: Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all) 

Words: 3.1k

Summary: You are spending a quiet evening in your Coruscant-Skyline apartment, attempting to catch up on some reports while waiting for your lover to return home. Once he does, your reports and all else are quickly forgotten. There is a severe lack Plo Koon content on this website, and I intend to remedy it.  

Tags: Plo Koon x Female Reader, Established Relationship, Fluffy Domesticity, Smut, Plo is a Soft Dom, PIV Sex, Fingering, Alien Sex, Begging, Choking, Size Kink if you squint, Plo Koon is husband material and he deserves all the good things. 

Read on AO3   

It was hard to imagine yourself being more relaxed than you were right now. The Coruscant skyline glittered in the darkness of night, casting streaks of light through the large picture window to your left. The cool colors of the city contrasted with the orange glow of candle light flickering around your apartment. 

  You readjusted the shimmering, deep burgundy silk of your robe around your legs and absentmindedly dug your toes further into the crease of the plush armchair you were curled up in. A contented sigh left your lips as your index finger scrolled further down on the datapad balanced on your knees. It was the first quiet evening that you’d had in quite some time, and you were determined to get some work done before your lover returned home and inevitably captured all of your attention.  

A few more moments of comfortable silence ticked by. Just as you were finally reaching the end of your report, you heard the familiar chime of your door panel being activated. The entrance slid open and shut again, and you couldn’t help but smile softly to yourself as you cataloged his ritualistic movements; the dull thud of his boots dropping to the carpet, the rustling of fabric as his outer robes were removed and hung on a hook nearby, the clang of a lightsaber hilt being set down on the counter, joined by the gentle tapping of his talon guards landing on the hard surface. 

You trained your eyes on the datapad in front of you, no longer reading any of the words as you waited on his next move with bated breath. Muffled footsteps traveled from the entryway toward where you were seated in the living room. Before you could turn around, two warm hands engulfed your shoulders. You craned your neck backwards until your head hung partially over the arm of the couch so your eyes could meet the upside down image of the masked face you’d come to know and love. 

“I’m sorry I disturbed you, my dear,” Plo spoke, his voice soft through the modulator. You smiled sweetly up at him. 

“You are never disturbing me, my sweet Plo.” A warm expression spread across his features as one of his hands moved upward to gently caress the side of your face.  

“I know that you had said you had reports to read through,” He explained. “However, it’s hard for me to resist when I come home to you looking so beautiful.” You felt your face begin to heat up at his compliments. You discarded your datapad on the end table opposite you in favor of placing one of your hands overtop his and giving it an affectionate squeeze. 

“I was just finishing up my reports when you walked through the door,” You assured him. “I wanted to be finished by the time you got home. It’s just as difficult for me to resist you, Master Jedi.” You sent him a flirtatious wink and he chuckled quietly. 

“Is that so, my dear?” You hummed your agreement before leaning away from him to stand up out of your chair, not wanting to stare up at him from the unfavorable angle any longer. In one fluid motion you rose to your feet and came to stand before him. Your chest barely brushed against his as your arms wound around his neck. His hands traveled upward to settle on your hips.

“How could I resist a man who is as kind and giving as you?” You doted on him. Your fingers slid across his shoulder to toy with the color of his undershirt, eliciting a noise more akin to a purr.

“You deserve all that I have to give to you, my love.” He countered softly. One of his hands began to move again, bunching some of the silky fabric of your robe as it came to rest on your waist overtop the strip of fabric that secured the garment.  

“In fact…” He trailed off as his skilled fingers tugged the knot apart. You gasped as an invisible force like a gentle breeze blew the article of clothing off of your body altogether to drop unceremoniously to the floor.  

“I believe that I have a few things I’d like to give to you right now.” A shiver wracked through your body, due to both his words and the chilled night air of the apartment making contact with your bare skin. You pressed your body closer, seeking out the warmth that only he could provide. 

“I’ll take whatever you have to give me, Plo,” You whispered, staring wide-eyed up into the viewports of his mask. With the swiftness and grace of a skilled warrior, Plo gripped your hips once more and lifted you through the air to wrap your legs around his waist. You squealed in surprise as your hands flew to his broad shoulders in search of stability.  

He began to walk the familiar path down the hallway to your shared bedroom. All the while you pressed kisses to every inch of his skin that you could reach, paying extra attention to the area where the edge of his mask met his face. You knew first hand that sometimes that specific area grew sore, especially after a long campaign where he didn’t have any access to a room that could be pressurized to allow him to remove his mask intermittently. You often offered to wear your own mask in your home in favor of allowing him to remove his, although he often refused. Plo was the single most selfless and altruistic being that you had ever met. Your comfort took precedence above all else, even if it meant sacrificing his own. Though this trait caused you to have to practically force him at times to allow himself some brief moments of self interest, you also wouldn’t have him any other way. His unwavering willingness to help others no matter the personal costs was one of the many reasons that you had fallen in love with Plo. He was kind and generous in all areas of his life, especially when he was with you.  

As you finally reached your bedroom, Plo set you down gently on the dark satin sheets. They were a deep burgundy color, much like Plo’s robes and any aforementioned pajamas or lingerie that he purchased for you. Candles were already lit around the room, bathing the space in a soft orange glow. He loved seeing you in candlelight, open and vulnerable as you sprawled across his bed. It was an image that he told you he would often return to when he was away for long periods of time or stuck sitting in on a particularly long-winded council meeting. The thought of him picturing you naked in a less than appropriate setting sent a new wave of arousal spreading throughout your body.  

He removed the last of his clothing quickly before coming to stand at the edge of the the bed. The skin of palms, a bit rough and calloused from years of wielding a lightsaber, smoothed up and down your shins as he stared down at you. You squirmed beneath his gaze, reaching out futilely into the space between you in an attempt to beckon him closer. 

“Please Plo,” You begged, your voice coming out more desperate than intended. “Please don’t make me wait.” He chuckled softly as he rubbed a few affectionate circles on the side of your thigh. 

“Oh darling, you should know by now that I believe patience is a virtue. However, you also know the effect that your begging has on me.” The bed dipped as he moved to kneel between your spread legs. One of his palms traversed up the soft skin of your side, pausing briefly to grasp onto one of your breasts. His adept fingers tweaked one of your nipples for the sole purpose of watching you gasp and arch your back off the bed. You stared up at him through half-hooded eyes as his hand resumed its path up your body. He paused once more at your chin, tapping your bottom lip with his index finger.  

No words had to be spoken. You knew from experience what he was asking. Without hesitation, you took his thick fingers into your mouth. You hallowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around the tips, treating them similarly to how you would suck his cock. A low moan rumbled from deep in his throat. 

“You are so good for me sweetheart,” He praised you as he delicately withdrew the digits from your lips. Your eyes focused in on his hand as it traveled back down your body to settle above the apex of your thighs. The pads of his saliva-soaked fingers met your clit and you gasped, your arms flying upward to fist the sheets above your head.  

“I believe you deserve a reward, don’t you think?” You moaned at his words. Plo’s voice did things to you, especially when he was whispering the dirtiest things in your ear while taking you apart piece by piece in the sanctity of your bed. He began to swirl his fingers around your clit in the way that he knew you liked. You moaned louder as your back bowed and your hips began to move of their own accord. However, before you could become too lost in the moment, his other hand that wasn’t already touching you wrapped around your throat. Your eyes flew open as he tilted your chin to meet his gaze. 

“I asked you a question, little one.” You shuddered at the sternness of his tone. Your brain scrambled through the thick fog of your arousal to come up with a coherent answer.  

“Yes, I do deserve a reward,” You quickly agreed, your voice coming out more wrecked than intended. “Please Plo, please touch me. I’ll be so good for you, please!” Plo shushed you softly, his thumb delicately stroking your cheek as though you were liable to break.  

“Relax my dear,” He soothed. “How could I ever deny you when you beg for me so sweetly?” The fingers that had been steadily rubbing your clit slipped below to easily slide into your cunt. Your eyes screwed shut as another loud moan dislodged itself from somewhere in your chest. One of your hands that had been previously gripping the sheets flew to your breast while the other curled itself around the wrist of Plo’s hand that was still holding your throat. You hung on for dear life as he began to pump his thick fingers in and out of your center at a steady pace. He curled them upwards until he found the spongy spot on the inside of your walls that made your muscles clench and your eyes role back in your head. Plo had spent many hours exploring your body, to the point where he knew your most intimate parts better than you did. He knew all the ways to have you falling apart for him, and was not shy about using them to his advantage.  

“Plo please!” You screamed his name to the ceiling as you white-knuckled his wrist. Your release was imminent, building hard and fast in your gut. Heat tingled up your spine and goosebumps spread across your skin. You knew immediately that you weren’t going to last long, but you also knew better than to cum without his permission. 

“Please, can I cum? Please Plo I’m so close, please please!” Your begging always became more frantic the closer that you got to your end. It only spurred Plo further into action as he continued to thrust his fingers over and over again into your g-spot. His grip on your throat tightened to apply the lightest amount of pressure, just enough to wipe away all other trains of thought until you had no choice but to focus on your own pleasure. 

“Yes my dear. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum for me.” His words were all you needed to fall over the edge. Your vision whited out and your body pulled taut as you came hard around his fingers. A rush of slick coated his hand and your inner thighs, your hips grinding down onto him at an irregular pace as you rode out the waves of pleasure.  

When you finally began to drift back to the present moment, you opened your eyes and immediately whined at the sight before you. Plo had sat back on his haunches, his large hands digging into the meat of your thighs as he drew your legs upward to wrap around his waist. He stroked your soft skin reassuringly as the hand that had brought you to your first orgasm of the night spread your release along the length of his cock.  

“You’ve done so well for me, my love,” He praised you. “Are you ready to take me?” No matter how many times you had been together like this, Plo always made sure to check in between each act and confirm that you still wanted to proceed.   

You eagerly nodded your consent. “Yes Plo, please. I want you inside me.” He hummed his approval as he dropped down to his elbows, fingers reaching out to stroke your hair.  

“Your wish is my command,” He retorted. You could’ve sworn he was teasing you, but before you could respond he sheathed his cock inside you in one swift movement of his hips. You gasped, your hands scrambling for purchase along his shoulders.  

There was a reason Plo insisted upon prepping you with extended sessions of teasing and foreplay; he was huge. His cock was long, thick, and had several ridges. He’d warned you when you first got together that he was most likely different than any man you had been with previously. He spent the first couple of weeks leading up to your first time together preparing you to be able to take him. The man had an entire arsenal of sex toys of all different shapes and sizes, spanning from vibrators to oral sex simulators. His sheer dedication to your comfort and pleasure was as arousing as it was endearing.  

No matter how many times you’d been with Plo, the sensation of him filling you still took your breath away. You could practically feel him in your throat. The stretch was nearly overwhelming, but utterly delicious. It was a feeling that no toy could duplicate, and you often found yourself fantasizing about him filling you while he was away.  

Ever the gentlemen, Plo allowed you time to adjust. He always waited until you began to squirm and grind your hips against his, or if you were particularly impatient you would begin to beg. He did not leave you hanging for very long tonight. He soon began to move. His pace was slow at first as he watched your face and adjusted his angle accordingly. It was always immediaty evident from your reaction when he hit the correct spot. 

“Plo!” You cried out his name suddenly, your nails beginning to claw their way down the tough skin of his back. “Harder, please!” 

Plo instantaneously began to pick up the pace, withdrawing his hips until just his tip was inside you before snapping forward. Your voice was high and breathy as you moaned his name, repeating it over and over again like a prayer. The molten heat of impending release was beginning to build once again. You were becoming completely lost to your pleasure. It was impossible to tell where Plo ended and you began.  

“That’s it sweetheart,” He encouraged you, the deep baritone of his voice in your ear only pushing you further toward the edge. “Tell me how good it feels.” 

“So good Plo! Feels so good.” Words were no longer coming to you easily as your walls began to flutter. You were quickly hurtling toward your end. Your eyes met his as you tried to babble out some sort of semblance of a warning. 

“Cum for me darling. I want to feel how tight you get when you cum.”  

His encouragement was enough to send you straight into your second orgasm of the night. You held onto him to try to ground yourself as your release washed over you. You screamed salvation to the darkness of your bedroom, a mix of praises and curses spilling off your tongue faster than you could catch them. You could vaguely make out Plo singing your praises into the sweat-slicked skin of your chest as he finally chased his own release. He drove his cock into you a few more times before plunging himself as deep as he could and spilling his seed within you. You moaned at the warmth of his cum painting your walls and the way his cock pulsed as he shook with the force of his orgasm.  

Once you’d both begun to drift back down from your highs, Plo ever so gently slipped out of you. He retrieved a damp cloth from your adjoining bathroom and proceeded to gently clean you both. When the cloth had been properly disposed of in your laundry bin, he settled back amongst your many pillows and pulled you into his arms. You clung to his chest, pressing kisses to his heated skin. Plo idly scratched your back in kind, soaking up the unique closeness that came between you in the afterglow. 

“How are you feeling, my dear?” He asked, breaking the silence. You turned your head to meet his eyes, a contented smile pulling at your lips.  

“Perfect. That was perfect Plo.” An expression that could only be described as pure adoration graced his features. 

“I am glad I could be of service,” He joked while affectionately pinching your side. You giggled in delight at his antics.  

“What about me? Was I of service to you, my sweet Plo?” A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he gripped your waist to pull you fully on top of him.  

“You give me all that I’ve ever wanted, and all I could ever hope to have.” Your breath caught in your throat, having not anticipated such a sincere response. It made your stomach flip and your heart begin to beat faster. Even after all this time, the sheer depth of his love for you was still just as astounding.  

Your shock must have been written all over your face, as Plo began to laugh softly. He looked all too amused as he gazed down at your flabbergasted expression.

“Although,” He began, his lithe fingers traveling downward to rest dangerously close to your backside.  “I would much rather discuss what I give to you.”  

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Before you could ask him what he meant, he made his intentions clear. At a speed so fast it almost could have given you whiplash, he flipped you both over so you were once again lying beneath him.   

“Plo!” Your screech of his name devolved into laughter as you melted back into him, determined to focus on only each other for a while longer. 

[lesbobiwan]

lesbobiwan’s Masterlist

minors DNI or u will be blocked

Masterlist will be updated as I write more fics!

Boba Fett Bounty

Hunter Good Boy Stay Still

Wolffe Brat

Fennec Shand Sweet Submission

Echo Reward

100 follower celebration #74 + Echo #30 & #90 + Kix #22 & #82 + Hunter #19 + Wrecker #21 & #8 + Boba #2 + Wolffe #56 + Wolffe #55 + Wolffe #10 + Hunter #79 + Torrent Company #100 + Wolffe #3 + Rex & Cody #8 + Hunter #33 & #100 + Cody #32 + Bo Katan #76 + Hunter #69 + Padmé

NSFW headcanons Wolffe + cockwarming Plo Koon + scratches Wolffe + pegging

Just some little thots Boba Fett + grabbing your chin and making you watch Mean Dom Fennec Overstimulating Din Corrupting Wolffe Monster Din & pt 2 Dad bod Thrawn

[wolffe-simp]

A Clones Padawan (18+)

Another 3am piece of work

Pairing: Reader x Wolffe

Warnings: Smut, established relationship, creeping around, marking, Dom!Wolffe, V in P, unprotected, Wolffe wanting to be a baby maker, Jealous!Wolffe

Wolffe can't control himself when someone tries to flirt with his Padawan.

The music seeped into the body of the female as she danced to the beat, her very being trembling with the vibration of the speakers. While her skills for graceful movements were usually used in lightsaber training with her master and other Jedi, (Y/N) enjoyed the rare moments where she got to dance and let go, to be herself in one single moment.

After many weeks spent on the battlefield, the Padawan of Plo Koon just wanted to enjoy a night out with her clones. Sinker and Boost had "persuaded" her to tag along, telling her that the whole squad, including Commander Wolffe were going to be there. The thought of her Commander, her secret clone boyfriend, giving into the pestering of his brothers had made her giggle to herself, telling her friends that she would see them later on. Moments of self enjoyment were rare but getting to spend time with her Commander were even rarer. She had spent the rest of the day picking out the perfect outfit, fixing her hair and applying the right amount of make up to try and drive Wolffe mad.

Her mission to tease her Commander was what had led her to the dance floor, moving her hips to the beat. She threw her hair over her shoulder, sparing a glance to the table where the Wolfpack usually occupied. Most of the lads were locked in conversations with clones from other squads that had decided to join them. Yet he sat there, eyes transfixed on her figure, fingers tightening around the glass in his hand, imagining her body beneath the dress that hugged her features. She made eye contact with Wolffe, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue as she threw him a wink. She watched his jaw tighten, trying to keep himself composed, not wanting his brothers to take notice of his slowly crumbling composure. There was nothing in this galaxy as beautiful as her, the second his general had introduced her to the pack, he had been transfixed by her sheer beauty. A goddess that had somehow fallen as deeply in love with him as he had with her, the fact that only he got to hold her, please her, made flames of arousal spread through his veins.

The music changed to a low song, causing her to let out a small breathless laugh. She moved away from the dance floor, heading to the bar to order herself a drink before she returned to her squadron. As she leaned against the bar, the air rippled around her, the force alerting her of the presence that appeared by her side. Slowly, she turned her head to face the person, raising a thin eyebrow at the man in the seat next to her. He wasn't a clone, that was for sure, from what she could see, he was a green, plump male of a race unknown to her and looking her up and down with dark beady eyes.

"Hello beautiful, can I buy you a drink?" He tried to purr at her, the words only coming out as slurred syllables.

"No thank you, I can buy my own," She replied as the bartender brought her, her drink.

She picked it up, moving to make a quick get away when the man suddenly took her by the wrist, jerking her in his direction. She leaned away in disgust as he leaned towards her, his breath stinking of both alcohol and rotten fish.

"Just one, little drink." He insisted.

"I said no, now release me." She snapped in return.

Before he could say anymore, the man was suddenly ripped away from her and slammed against the side of the bar. Wolffe practically growled and he held the man by his shirt, eyes alight with pure, burning fury.

"She said no, take the hint or you'll be swallowing your teeth." Wolffe snarled lowly. "Do. You. Understand. Me?"

The man was whimpering in the presence of the clone commander, intimidated by the sheer anger radiating from him. He couldn't find his voice, so nodded quickly, letting Wolffe know that he more that understood what would happen if he bothered you again. Wolffe slammed him into the bar again for one final measure before letting him go, watching the man stumble into the small crowds of clones scattered around. A few had seen the transaction and glowered at the man, while a few others came to the aid of their vod and led the man outside, likely to follow through with Wolffe's threat or to intimidate the man enough to ensure he never came back.

Wolffe was still shaking with rage, his hand clenching and unclenching by his sides. (Y/N) reached out a hand to rest on his arm but he recoiled from the touch and stormed outside. Worried that she had done something wrong or that he was going to get himself in trouble, the Padawan put her drink down and raced after him, wanting to make sure he was okay. She followed him a few blocks away from the club before he stopped, allowing her to catch up with him, his back still turned to her. Once she finally reached him, he suddenly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the closest alley, pinning her to a wall.

"Wolf-"

His name barely left her lips before her was silencing her with his mouth, hot and heavy. She whined softly into the kiss, eyes fluttering close as her hands fisted into the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss was rough and intoxicating, arousal sparking in the pit of (Y/N)'s stomach. They were lost in each other, both we desperate to have the other, especially after not being able to alone for so long. But after her display and the audacity of that drunkard trying to take what belongs to the commander, the dam finally broke, their self control giving way to the need to feel the others body against their own. After a moment, Wolffe pulled away, dark eyes taking in the red, kiss swollen lips of his precious Padawan. She was breathless, panting softly with parted lips, making the Commander smirk down at her. His large hands stroked down her sides, sliding down to her backside so he could lift her up, giving her a moment to wrap her legs securely around his waist.

Normally, Wolffe would want to take things slow, to show (Y/N) how much he loved her, to tease her until she was begging for him to take her. But something feral had taken over him, making him want to do nothing more than fuck his love until she was screaming his name, until she was filled to the brim with his seed. The thought of her carrying his child suddenly crept into his mind, enticing a low, rumbling growl from the depths of his chest. His lips moved to her neck, biting harshly into the skin as he pressed his body into hes, his arousal grinding against her core.

The feeling of him grinding against her made her moan wantonly, her hands reaching down to push down his pants, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her. He groaned when he felt one of her hands slip past the waistband of his blacks, slender fingers wrapping around the hardened flesh of his manhood, stroking along his length for a few seconds before pulling him from his confinements. There was no slow burn, no teeth rotting romance, no dirty talk, no pleading, only one simple need.

She gasped, hand gripping his shoulders when she felt him push her panties to the side, giving himself access to her core. For a split second, he ran his manhood through her fold, allowing her juices to slick him up but to also give her a moment to back out. Instead, she pulled him into a seering kiss, whimpering as he slammed into her with one powerful thrust. He didn't wait for her to adjust, simply pressed her further into the wall, pulling almost all the way out before surging back into the depths of her sex.

She cried into his mouth, allowing him to swallow her noises of pleasure as he continued to slam into her, her legs tightening around his waist to draw him in more. Wolffe groaned, finger digging harshly into her hips as he took her, bruising her with the mark of his fingertips. (Y/N) pulled away from the kiss to bury her head in his neck, growing more vocal as began to thrust faster, plunging into her even harder.

He could feel her walls trying to clamp around him every time he went to pull out, felt them quiver in excitement when he brushed against them to seek out the spot that would make her scream. She was practically sobbing against him, feeling him fill her like no other, feeling the jab of his manhood against the entrance to her womb. The heat inside her was growing, building into a raging fire, growing hotter with every thrust. The alley echoed with the sound of skin slapping against the skin, the sinful voices of their pleasure bouncing off the walls and fading into the night. Both could feel themselves growing closer to their releases, it had been so long since they had done this that it was almost impossible for them to hold on for much longer. (Y/N) could feel the falter of Wolffe's hips, his movements becoming erratic. Wolffe slipped a hand between them, fingers circling her clit and making her keen. He toyed with the bundle of nerves, feeling her tighten around him like a vice, making it harder for him to push deeper into her. She felt his lips on her neck, feeling his teeth sink into her tender flesh, the pain and the pleasure making her cry out as the fire inside her erupted. Her insides quivered around him as he continued to fuck into her, riding her through her climax until he buried himself as deep inside her as possible, spilling his seed into her awaiting womb.

They stood there, panting softly as they basked in each others presence and the aftermath of their releases. (Y/N) left soft kisses along the length of his neck whole Wolffe ran his hands soothingly up and down her sides.

"I should try and make you jealous more often if this is what happens." She mumbled into his skin.

Wolffe chuckled softly, turning his head to place a gently kiss against the side of her head.

"I'll just have to start punishing you Mesh'la."

His words made her moan at the image of being punished, not realising how enticing the idea sounded until now.

Wolffe pulled out of her, setting her down gently before tucking himself back into his pants. They made themselves look more presentable before leaving the alleyway, making their way back towards the barracks and the Jedi Temple, both feeling more relaxed.

"You know I love you right?" (Y/N) suddenly blurted out, the scene of the creepy guy playing on her mind.

"Yeah, I know and I love you too."

[sleepystawbie]

Let’s hear about your OC then👀 (if there’s anything I don’t already know❤️)

My sweetest bestie, I think you know all about my main OCs from all my screaming about them.

Let me scream at you about a more obscure one.

Domnel Adrau is a Force sensitive human male from the Mandalore sector. He’s 14 when the war breaks out and becomes a Padawan Commander. His master Plo Koon tends to keep him out of the more risky conflicts, preferring to keep him either on a Venator or at the Temple.

He was rescued as a child from Death Watch by Jedi Master Ula Kymeri and her Padawan Enorya. Unfortunately his rescue doesn’t go smoothly. His mother didn’t make it and his father gave Dom over to the Jedi a bit too willingly.

During his time in the Crèche he became very close to his rescuer, Enorya.

He’s got an orange double bladed lightsaber and uses the more acrobatic forms, his height and reach make him a very dangerous opponent.

Although his master is very proud of him, Plo’s experience losing most of his legion has made him overly cautious, he thinks it’s best that Dom complete his basic instruction at the Temple under Enorya’s watchful eye when she’s available.

After Enorya is reported as KIA, Dom gets very lonely at the Temple. Somehow he wanders into the path of a hyperactive young girl and she decides that Dom is her new bestie and latches into him.

I have plans for this young man so I’ll stop here.

Thank you for asking my darling bestie - all the love for you :3 💋💖😊