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soclonely · 8 months

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Wolffe Snack

Summary: Commander Wolffe goes on an important mission with Jedi General Plo Koon- Snack shopping!! Word Count: 681 Warnings: None ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Commander Wolffe found himself on a rare mission that had nothing to do with blasters or tactics. There weren’t battle droids to fight or strategies to plan in the field. It was a simple yet oddly charming errand—grocery shopping with his fatherly and enigmatic Jedi General, Plo Koon.

The fluorescent lights of the bustling marketplace on Coruscant illuminated their path as they strolled through the aisles, their interactions garnering curious glances from passing civilians who weren’t used to the presence of a trooper or Jedi in their local grocery shop. Wolffe couldn't help but feel a bit out of place in his battle-worn armor among the civilian shoppers, but with Plo Koon by his side, happy and seemingly unaware of the attention they were receiving, he remained steadfast.

Plo Koon seemed unusually excited about this excursion, bouncing along from aisle to aisle with a childlike enthusiasm as he peruses the shelves. Wolffe, on the other hand, couldn't quite wrap his head around the reason they were here. The GAR provided all of their dietary needs, and treats and chips weren’t mission essential after all. He watched as Plo Koon carefully selected a variety of snacks, and loaded up the shopping cart without a second thought.

As the cart became increasingly laden with treats, Wolffe's skepticism grew. "General, are you sure we need all of this?" he grumbled, eyeing the pile of snacks. "Seems like a lot for the Wolfpack. They are going to expect it all the time after this, you know that, sir?”

Plo Koon turned to him, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief beneath his serene expression. "Commander, our troopers work tirelessly on the battlefield. They deserve a taste of normalcy and indulgence from time to time." He chuckles, placing another bag of cookies in the buggy. “Besides, who's to say they won’t be getting this treatment every time they do well on a mission like the last one?”

Wolffe let out an exasperated sigh but didn't protest further. He was accustomed to following Plo Koon's lead, even when he didn't quite understand the reasoning behind it.”Yes sir,” he mumbles, continuing to push the cart along the aisles.

Just as they were about to head to the checkout counter, Plo Koon reached for a bag of wafers that made Wolffe's eyes widen, a rare and treasured favorite that he had developed a fondness for during his time in the service when he managed to get a hold of them.

"Ah, I almost forgot," Plo Koon said with a twinkle in his eye, his voice laced with a touch of mischief. "This one's for you, Commander." He laughs, delighted at Wolffe’s confusion. “Boost and Sinker told me they were some of your favorites and even searched the store directory for me to make sure they were in stock here.”

Wolffe's surprise was evident on his face as Plo Koon handed him the bag of snacks. For a moment, he was taken aback by the unexpected gesture, and then a genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Thank you, General," Wolffe said, his gruff exterior softening as he looked at the bag in his hand. It was a small act of thoughtfulness, but it spoke volumes about Plo Koon's understanding and care for him and his men. “I’ll.. be sure to thank them as well for telling you”

Plo Koon patted Wolffe's shoulder with a warm smile. "You're welcome, Commander. Everyone deserves a treat now and then, even you Wolffe."

As they finally made their way to the checkout counter, Wolffe found himself chuckling softly. This grocery shopping trip wasn't just about stocking up on snacks for the Wolf-pack to overload themselves on in their downtime over the next few days of leave .it was a reminder that even in the midst of war, there were moments of unexpected kindness that could bring a smile to even the most battle-hardened troopers face. He laid his bags of wafers up on the conveyor belt and nodded to the cashier to begin scanning.

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matookahitaki · 11 months

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#Plo koon #star wars plo koon #master plo #general plo #master plo koon #jedi master #jedi master plo koon

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samspenandsword · 2 years

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SFW Alphabet: Plo Koon

Summary: SFW Alphabet for everyone’s favorite Jedi dad, Plo Koon. Pairing: Plo Koon/reader; gender-neutral, humanoid reader with no other mentions of their appearance. Rating: GEN — SFW Warnings: None — allusions to war and violence, fluff, relationship firsts, family dynamics, overall romance. Word Count:��2.7k

Woooo boy lads this one took a while to crank out. My focus has been elsewhere lately, but I was determined to finish this because I love Plo and he deserves some love. I hope you all enjoy!

You can find the template I used here

NSFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

So incredibly affectionate. More than he probably should be as a member of the Jedi Council, but this man has so much love and affection to give. Much of his affection comes in the form of words — words of affirmation, compliments, deep, meaningful conversations. He will speak with you about everything from the nuances of the Force to where to get the best meiloorun shake on Coruscant. And every conversation with you, even if it’s silly, is just so incredibly heartfelt. Plo wears his emotions and heart on his sleeve, just as blatantly as he wears the symbol of the Wolfpack.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Plo as a best friend sounds like actual heaven, not gonna lie. Endlessly caring, a selfless sort of best friend who is concerned with you above all else. Very paternal, as is his nature. Will fuss if he thinks you’re not taking proper care of yourself. But he is, 10000%, a totally shameless gossip. And he could spend hours indulging your need for mindless Jedi gossip, including but not limited to the fact that literally everyone knows about Anakin and Padmé, Obi-Wan sits like a whore during council meetings, Mace Windu has the worst sweet tooth in the galaxy, and everyone has had a crush on both Kit Fisto and Depa Billaba at some point, it’s lowkey a rite of passage.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes. Cuddles all the time. Plo will indulge every cuddle urge you have, gladly and happily. Rest your head on his shoulder, let him stroke up and down your back. Lay your head in his lap and fall asleep to him scratching and massaging your scalp.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I would definitely think of Plo as a domestic partner. Man is pretty self-sufficient as a Jedi, but also as a Kel Dor. His physiological needs are so different from the gross majority of the Order (also the galaxy) that he can take care of himself pretty well. Cooking for himself, cleaning, meeting his specific needs, etc. This man also considers it a matter of pride to be able to take care of others. He is definitely the sort of friend and partner who is happy to do your laundry when you’re burnt out. And he is 10000% the type to gently place you in his lap and lightly scratch your scalp, or even read to you if he senses you just need some quiet alone time cuddling with him. Moments like that are some of his favorites in your entire relationship.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

As a Jedi, I don’t see Plo getting into a relationship unless he’s all in. He has to be willing to break the Code, but also hide your relationship from both the people he’s closest to, but also the people you’re closest with. I think it would take a lot for Plo to end his relationship, but if he did, it would be because he was trying to protect them. He’s a war general who’s constantly in danger, a member of the Jedi council, outspoken supporter of clone rights, and that comes with a target on his back and no guarantee of tomorrow.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment is more than a little important to Plo, and he really appreciates a partner who feels the same. Everything about your relationship takes a commitment that reaches “beyond” levels. More than just commitment to each other, it’s commitment to secrecy, commitment to boundaries, awareness and willingness to accept the reality of your situation — that you can’t go on regular Tuesday night dinner dates, that you can’t show affection in public, that you can’t even publicly admit to your feelings. But even beyond that, Plo appreciates someone who is committed to their family, their ideals, their friends, their job, their hobbies. It’s such an attractive trait to him. So yeah, commitment is huge to Plo.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Plo can treat you as gently as you need him to. He can sense where your thoughts and emotions are every time you’re together and can adjust his tenderness and attentions to however you need. He is such an accommodating partner it’s ridiculous. Plo is, to his core, a caretaker. All he wants is to care for you, however you need. And if you need gentle care, he will more than readily give it to you. But if you need something more outspoken, firm, reassuring… He can and will give you that as well.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Plo’s hugs are like being cocooned in a blanket fresh from the dryer — warm, encompassing, comforting, leaving you a little cold and bereft when they’re gone. Plo offers hugs and physical touch much more readily than other Jedi, and he has no qualms about taking comfort from hugs and touch himself. Your relationship, whether platonic or romantic, has no shortage of physical affection. However, if you are someone who isn’t necessarily comfortable with that, all you have to do is tell him and Plo will understand. He will never push or violate your boundaries, and actively works to care for you in whatever way you need.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This might be the one milestone in your relationship Plo hesitates to reach. Even between you, using those three little words feels like a bridge that once he’s crossed, he can never come back from. Not that it’s necessarily a bad thing, but Plo might actually feel a little anxious to use the L-word, knowing that he very well might die in the war and leave you alone. He might hesitate to use it, as it feels like a much bigger violation of the Code than your entire relationship. But with that said, Plo will ultimately never fail to acknowledge to himself and you how he feels. But it simply might take a bit longer than normal to get to the point of him using the L-word.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I don’t really think jealousy is Plo’s thing. Protectiveness is though. The closest Plo comes to true jealousy is when he sees other couples out and about in public and he gets a little saddened by the reminder that he can’t be with you publicly. Also he gets a little frustrated when people flirt with you, but he trusts you to handle things like that. But Plo is a protective partner. He likes you knowing that he’ll always protect and take care of you, no matter what.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses with Plo are… I don’t want to say non-existent, but yeah, essentially non-existent. At least, not in the traditional sense. Plo is always a little dejected by the fact that he can’t give you traditional affection. But you two have developed your own form of physical affection. He very much loves every time you place a kiss over his antiox mask. Or if you brush your lips over his palms or knuckles. He loves the feeling of your lips on his skin. He, in return, has taken up the habit of gently nuzzling you. Placing his forehead on yours (a gesture he learned from his clones), nuzzling against your temple, even against your shoulder and neck. He also returns affection with his hands — stroking over your cheeks, your knuckles, your back, your neck, your scalp. It’s his special form of affection. And it’s just another thing that makes your relationship as unique and special as it is.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Plo Koon??? Around children??!??!? Sign me up! Even if you and him have decided that you don’t want kids for yourself, seeing him around children and the younglings at the Temple is such a treat. All the kids absolutely adore Plo. And he never hesitates to pay them all a visit when he gets back from a particularly long mission. He gathers them around and tells them stories and exaggerates them the perfect amount to keep them all endlessly hooked and entertained. Not to mention he radiates such paternal energy that pretty much every youngling at the Temple has accidentally called him “dad” at some point (another rite of passage). Plo himself also loves children, he finds them so refreshing and comforting and is considering becoming a creche master after the war is over.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Plo is absolutely a morning person. He very much enjoys getting up with the sun, preparing breakfast in the comfort of his apartments where he can go without his mask, meditating, maybe even reading a little. Mornings with Plo are calm, comforting. On the rare mornings you can spend together, he’s the type of partner who will wake you by gently stroking your hair and telling you he’s made you breakfast. Even if you aren’t a morning person by nature, it’s hard not to enjoy domestic mornings with Plo.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Plo likes to spend nights in. He’s truly not one for going out on the town, though he might enjoy accompanying you to your favorite restaurant every once in a while, even if he can’t enjoy the meal with you. He prefers to stay in and read with you, talk about your respective days, maybe even indulge in a holo-series.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I don’t think Plo is necessarily closed off, but it might take a while for him to share his deep emotions with you. He’s happy to talk about his upbringing, the Order, the accomplishments of his Wolfpack, and even some of his missions with you. But talking about the underlying emotions, the distress the war causes him, how tired he feels, the heaviness of the Force weighing on him throughout the war… That will take longer.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Plo has the patience of a saint, even more than most Jedi, who are notorious for being neutral and patient. He is one of the few Jedi that has the patience to work through and discuss emotional outbursts, which is another reason he’s so popular with the younglings. He doesn’t make them feel shamed for not having the best handle on their feelings. And for that matter, he never makes fully-trained Jedi feel ashamed of their moments either.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Yes, Plo remembers everything. He makes it a point to. You mean so much to him, he cannot bring himself to forget anything about you. And he gets a little embarrassed if he does. Remembering things about you is how he gets through long campaigns and deployments, in the thick of battle and destruction. Remembering you and everything about you has become a sort of peace for him amongst the chaos of war.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment in your relationship is the time he walked into your apartment and found his wolfpack sprawled around you, all practically cuddled up to you, while watching a holofilm. You didn’t complain as Boost and Sinker bickered practically the entire time, and answered all of Comet’s questions with a smile. But what really sold it was his commander. Wolffe, closed-off, ornery, doesn’t-like-strangers, touch-adverse Wolffe, had his head in your lap, and practically rumbled with content as you massaged his scalp. Nothing felt more like coming home than the image of Plo’s loved ones all together, safe and sound.

S = Security? (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Plo is naturally protective. As a guardian of peace, and someone who grew up learning that life is something to be protected and safeguarded, it is simply in his nature to be protective. But he’s never smothering. He never makes you feel coddled or babied, and you love that about him. And he appreciates every time you accommodate his protective tendencies. Because even though he will always worry about you, he is comforted whenever you let him shower you in protective love.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Plo doesn’t plan the biggest dates and gifts in the world. Nothing elaborate, or extreme, or over-the-top. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t put effort into doing things for you. Instead, his gestures are smaller, intimate, more personalized to who you are. A date to your favorite ice cream shop. A gift of your favorite tea and a new teacup to go with it. A small weekend getaway to Naboo for your anniversary. Folding your laundry while you nap. Restocking your kitchen without prompting. The little things that let you know he truly knows and loves you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Okay I love him but Plo has the absolute weirdest habit of not accidentally answering questions. You can ask him something and he’ll think the answer and then forget to speak aloud. He always gets a little embarrassed when it happens, and sometimes it’s a little annoying, but over time it just becomes amusing.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Plo has never been super concerned with his looks. But sometimes he feels a little conscious of how different he is from you, and how he can’t give you traditional affection. He can’t kiss you in the way someone else would be able to. But Plo can feel your emotions through the Force, and knows how much you love him regardless. So no, Plo isn’t very concerned with his looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You have become a very rare solace for him in a galaxy that’s tearing itself apart. So while he doesn’t necessarily feel incomplete without you, the only time he feels at peace anymore is in your company. With you, he doesn’t have to hide his distress over the war, the worry he feels for his men, who are for all intents and purposes, his sons. He doesn’t have to hide from you, and for that reason, he cherishes you more than he can ever express.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Plo does that dad thing where if he sits in a comfortable chair for more than thirty minutes, he’s liable to fall asleep. He has fallen asleep during long council meetings before. Yoda and Windu absolutely know and while Yoda finds it absolutely hilarious, Windu went through stages of being frustrated by it, to becoming resigned to it, to finding it amusing but being unwilling to admit so.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who complains and is unable to accept his other commitments. Yes, he is committed to you, but he is a Jedi and a general (as much as he doesn’t like it) first. If you are unable to understand and accept that then there will be problems in the future.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Plo is a relatively light sleeper. In fact, he sometimes describes his version of sleeping as more of a dream-like trance. Only when he’s really tired does he fall into a deeper sleep. He also, like most Jedi, experiences visions during his sleep. Mostly snippets, nothing that ever makes sense. And waking up next to you soothes him in a way meditation can’t. Which is why he takes every chance he gets to sleep beside you.

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oblivionofthewise · 2 years

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Rewatching ROTS got me like....

#star wars fanart #my art #traditional art #sketchbook #fanart #star wars #star wars art #star wars clone wars #star wars fan art #star wars prequel trilogy #star wars prequels #star wars tcw #starwars #plo koon #jedi #jedi master plo koon #revenge of the sith

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ivorydragoness44 · 2 years

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Wolfpack & Plo Koon x Reader: Range

Word Count: ~362

Summary: The 104th and their Jedi General answer the call to rescue a senator of the Republic.

Warnings: Canon Star Wars violence, explosions, but the clones, Jedi, and Reader are unharmed.

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“For the last time,” the disgruntled goon snarled, “tell me the location of the shipment!”

“My condolences for you wasted time. However, we do not receive those shipments. It is the Republic--”

“I’m tired of this! Where is the--”

The door flew off, slamming into one of his guards. The rest of the scene was a blur of blaster-fire and a blue lightsaber.

You shielded your head, already kneeling uncomfortably on the ground from the interrogation.

Soon, it was quiet. Only you, a Jedi Master, and a squad of Clone Troopers remained.

“Are you all right, senator?” Asked of Plo Koon as you carefully stood.

“Yes, thank you, Master Jedi. And thank you all,” you said, looking to each trooper as they awaited their orders. However, your eyebrows shot up in realization. “We must hurry, they said they planted an explosive to detonate the building.”

“Of course they did,” the closest trooper with grey loth wolf markings on his armor sighed.

“Back to the ship,” the Jedi instructed.

The Jedi Master led the way out of the room as the troopers lined themselves in formation around you. It was in moments like these that you considered a career change.

Racing out of the building, Plo Koon deflected bolts with a graceful ease. The troopers were excellent marksmen, you did not have to slow your pace at all.

Exiting the building, you caught a glimpse of a Republic Gunship through the wall of white Clone Trooper armor. The blaster-fire continued to echo in your ears even as you neared the ship. The troopers ahead of you fanned out to protect the group as their Jedi General boarded.

“There’s more coming!” Yelled a trooper, catching your attention.

Overlooking the distance you had covered, you said, “Oh, we’re well out of range.”

The flames of a small explosion struck the ground nearby the ship, making you jump in place.

“I stand corrected,” you said, turning back to take Plo Koon’s hand and step aboard the gunship. They were the experienced ones in this line of work, not yourself. You made sure to make a mental note of that should another similar situation arise.

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flashthescalesian-art · 1 year

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first ever attempt at drawing Plo, and he actually came out good!

#plo koon #General Plo #jedi general #jedi master #jedi master Plo Koon #Jedi #star wars #the clone wars

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mandalorianbrainweasel · 2 years

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I wanted to do some doll designs so some of the 🎪 folk suggested Kit Fisto, Tiplar, and Plo Koon. I’m not suuuuper happy with the designs yet but thought I’d share.

I think Tiplar is my favorite overall but Kit is my favorite sketch.

#my art #digital art #kit fitso #Jedi master kit fisto #Jedi master Tiplar #Tiplar #plo koon #Jedi master plo Koon

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amarcia · 1 year

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And May The Force

✨🌙 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐆 -> @404ama

#star wars #jedi order #jedi council #gffa #sw fanart #star wars fanart #sw prequels #master yoda #eeth koth #mace windu #luminara unduli #shaak ti #depa billaba #adi gallia #plo koon #kit fisto #sw art #jedi

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roachsauce · 9 months

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pov: you’re anakin skywalker

#star wars #tcw #jedi council #mace windu #kit fisto #depa billaba #master yoda #yoda #obi wan kenobi #eeth koth #plo koon #shaak ti #ki adi mundi #mundis head was so fun to draw lmao #at first i was gonna redraw this meme as the clones as ‘pov ur at 79s’ but ive drawn so many clones lately #i missed drawing the jedi :)#my art

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comradewolfe · 1 year

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#star wars #star wars fans #artists on tumblr #star wars the clone wars #digital fanart #the clone wars #clone wars #tcw fanart #plo koon #dad plo #sith #jedi master #star wars clone wars #star wars art #starwars #ashoka tano #star wars ashoka

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dukeoftheblackstar · 2 months

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ѕαтυяиιиє || ρℓσ кσσи χ fєм!яєα∂єя

Dividers by Saradika

I was supposed to make something smutty, but then it didn't go so well and then it went okay and now it's out of the WIP furnace, I can sleep.

“Don’t..”

It was all you needed to keep your eyes closed and the room vehemently dark. You didn’t particularly like it, but there you were, drawing your hand back over your chest before you could even reach for the lamp. You could tell it was one of those nights Plo wanted something he could never bring himself to ask nor speak of. Nights when he’d come from a grueling mission that left him doubtful even through numerous hours of meditation and decompression with the other Jedi Masters; nights when words fail even the most eloquent and wise Kel Dor that he’d come to you unannounced to be something that is not of a Jedi — himself.

Plo had already broken his vow of celibacy when he had met you and it had been even more of a constant struggle to manage a certain emotion that he knew well within himself should not be a difficult task. Plo never once was plagued with the need to temper insecurities or jealousy for that matter, they were insignificant negativities that hardly impacted his role as a Master Jedi.

It would not deter him from being a remarkable pilot or an exemplary swordsman, nor will it tarnish the depth of connection he has to the force knowing he had, if not perfected, neutralized an unbreakable hold of his emotions to not let it cloud his judgment. Surely if he could have harnessed such power to procure control over his Electric Judgment, mere jealousy would be of no match… yes?

But he had seen you days before he had finally landed the interceptor a walk away from your humble abode. He had seen you so full of mirth and without a care in the world as you danced and twirled, and cheered, and sang, and laughed, and smiled with the locals celebrating some sort of festivities that he wasn’t even made aware of. He had seen you bask in the glory of peace and though his heart swells at the sight of you safe and sound, merry and perhaps having the time of your life, he couldn’t rid the darkness that pooled within him in the form of envy.

Vicious, vicious envy caressing him like the mistress of hate that had taken form in that very man you had allowed to touch you so closely, so intimately. He had spent hours of meditation to rid the image of how he had held you in his arms as you danced and sang, and twirled, and laughed, and smiled. Hours indulging his fellow Jedi for a bout or two, had hovered over the designated docking area for the interceptor but opted to leave with an even heavier heart.

He couldn’t bring himself to speak to the Grand Master either for reasons he knew he should be able to handle this with the grace of a Master Jedi and one of his experiences. And so he did; he had kept himself away for days when he had been granted time to tend to ‘personal matters’ to retain a sound mind for when he would be called for business. He had also elected to keep your messages unread and your calls declined — all at the expense of satiating both conditions ; to be sound as a Master Jedi and to be sound as a beloved who would not be in any way unreasonable, confrontational, and untrusting. After all, it was just a dance … right?

A meager dance with his fingers laced between your delicate digits, your eyes sparkling with unabashed bliss as you laughed at everything he said, smiled at every turn and twirl with your forehead against his and your body so firmly in place against him.

An inconsequential matter that should not have his own fists balled up under his sleeves as he listened to his commander reprimand the chaos of Boost and Sinker arguing over proper bathing etiquette while Comet and Warthog heartily cheered ‘brawl’ repeatedly. A minute happenstance that should not even qualify as a problem but it has.

And so it brings us to the current.

“Plo, what’s wro —”

You drew breath from the deepest recesses of your lungs, pitched and rapt with unexpected pleasure as you felt a pair of talon-clad fingers press against the sweet bud nestled between your folds. Your voice shakes and you silently curse how wet he had made you with just a press as if you were some switch that activated a harem of whores begging for a fuck. He hadn’t even moved the slightest, but you could feel the rough hide of his fingers caress you in short, circular motions, parting to spread your folds not even by much to let his fingers slide down, but enough to make you whimper a little.

You knew something was wrong by how he had chosen to touch you but not dare look at you. He had always been one to tell you how beautiful you look, how your lips beckon him even in silence, and how your eyes illuminate the darkest of his nights when lost and uncertain. He had always kept the light on; always looked down at you when you writhe under his touch and begged him to fuck you as raw and unbridled as possible, knowing the next may never be certain.

He’d always trace the contours of your face from the bridge of your nose to the curves of your lips, from the arches of your brows to the spans of your jaw, and from the column of your throat to the dip between your clavicles before he’d ask — no, beg; beg so desperately to touch you as if you were some fragile little thing that would break under the size of his hands and the sharpness of his spurs.

You shudder under the cold, stannic mask grazing along your thigh and you could hear the slight whirr you’ve come to love, knowing it was how his breath had gone heavy as yours. You’ve memorized every ridge and texture, every camber and cavity, every point and tube that has roamed your body many times over your skin but never often there.

Not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t for reasons so valid you’ve forgotten it ever existed — it being the feel of his mouth or tongue that was hardly permitted to kiss you on the lips more so down south, it being how beyond comprehensible it felt when he’d go down you, and the fact that Plo Koon is indeed, a pussy-eating champ that would leave the both of you literally breathless.

“Plo, are you al— Fuck.”

He had descended to daub along the stripe of your cunt until you were fully glossed with arousal, bestowing upon him a web of intimacy between his fingers. You feel his touch briefly part and the whirring heightens as the mask, too, had abandoned your thigh. Plo Koon grunts as his talons bury onto your calf, complying with the unspoken request to spread yourself more for him. And so you do, you lift your knees and part to the stance that had made the mattress sink further to his comfort and his grip firm on each leg.

The spurs of his mask prod at your thigh for a moment as if to distract you from the cold, viscous, hardness of his rebreather smearing over your flesh until he had pressed his rebreather in between. Your legs closed abruptly and swift that even Plo didn’t anticipate the sudden clamp. But before you could mutter an apology, he had brought one leg down with his hand and blocked the other, hooking it slightly elevated over his shoulder.

He pressed his mask further into you, nuzzling and rubbing the metallic device all over, parting your folds and dragging every groove up and all over. You writhe and arch your body up, peaks attentive should they be given the attention they so desperately crave beneath your shirt. Hands balled on each side with blankets scrunched between your fingers, pulling one off by a corner. You moan and whimper, hips lifted swung left to right only to be stilled back down and be slipped two fingers in, ruthlessly pumping with abandon you swore it was laced with animosity.

Plo had focused his rebreather between your folds and right over your clit, turning and tossing his head lightly as he fervently fucked you with his fingers, one curling after the other inside you. You propped yourself on your elbows as if it would do you any good, but all it did was reel you back into the bed and have you rake and pull your hair back as your hips sank onto the bed and your chest arch to the heavens.

Your breath ragged and desperate, toes curling as you felt your walls constrict. You were so wet with shame that you’ve come apart so ungracefully onto him, so.. prematurely without even a fight.

He stopped when you did — fingers steady inside and his mask slowly pulled away. You can feel yourself drip from his mask and onto your leg. You can hear his mask whirr louder for a moment and feel the rustling of the blankets as he wiped his mask clean with it. Panting, you apologize and beg him to come up and hold you. You tried to ask what troubles him as his fingers slipped out gently and lathered the stripe of your pussy with your own slick before you sensed him dismount the bed quietly.

You hear a loud whizz and locks unclipping. Then footsteps and the chime-like sound the antiox mask made when he’d hook it over a specialized stand when he would clean the filters or tweak the seals. You’d expect the room to pump Dorin gas any minute and you were ready to reach into your side of the bed and take out a smaller version of a mask you’ve made for yourself as a present so he could undo his mask when he’d have the time to visit.

You turned to reach for the nightstand, but he had pulled you back to the center of the bed as he mounted your shared cot. Plo had pulled you by the hips high up over his lap and folded your legs until your knees touched the pillow underneath your head.

“I saw you..” Came Plo’s sullen response, his voice soft and barely audible without the mask. It wasn’t velvet sweet or sultry deep, it was neither arousing nor hypnotic — rather it was as real as he could possibly make it so. He would have to scream for you to hear him and you heard him. You heard him scream how he had seen you and it didn’t take long for you to realize that it truly was him flying over during the festival. You felt it in you that day and instead of rushing home, you danced and sang, and cheered, and laughed, and smiled — you were so drawn by the crowd and the music that you turned not to meet him, but meet him.

“Happyier.”

It wasn’t an argument, let alone a conversation — mainly because he wouldn’t let you speak. Not when he had dragged his tongue from the very pinnacle of the back of your pussy to the very peak of your clit with the thickness of his tongue and the deliberate slowness of his stride without ever disconnecting the touch. He lugged his tongue back in the same fashion; slithering back all the way back ensuring no crevice nor flesh left untainted while you stammer and desperately explain yourself that it was harmless fun.

You were panting when he stopped. Chest heavy with confusion and unexpected guilt as if you’ve committed such a crime that you wonder if it is unlawful for a Kel Dor’s partner to be seen dancing or embracing another man — considering they have such a peculiar law against theft.

You force your quivering voice to make your point, explaining how it meant nothing and it was truly, truly, just happenstance that the man was there for the dance. But you couldn’t, not when he had lapped at your pussy with such vigor and quickened flicks while both his hands took purchase of your breasts with such roughness and aggression you were starting to believe that it had truly, truly upset him — no, infuriated him.

“Betrayal” was all you heard, but you can feel how loud he had shouted — how loud he wanted to be for you to hear him.

You feel him hover more as his hands grip at your hip, allowing one leg to fall before shoving himself head to hilt without warning. He pulls you steady, anchoring himself with every thrust that deliberately disentangles himself from you only to plunge himself all the way back to the hilt.

You groan in pain, not so much the pleasure. He bottoms you out rough enough to make you cry and reach out to push him, but only for a while. Plo had rarely been anything but kind and sweet that it was starting to feel like a well-deserved punishment. You sniffle and grunt in agony until you finally manage to speak.

“Plo, it hurts…” You’d say softly that it sounded more like an apology. Not because you should, but because he couldn’t. He couldn’t apologize for something he is yet to understand. And it wasn’t that he couldn’t comprehend the concept of envy, but because he couldn’t calibrate himself to a level of understanding said emotion as a Jedi should — not one to suppress or indulge, but one to manage and neutralize.

Plo Koon pulled away and once more dismounted the bed. You hear him pace in the dark and reattach his mask with a loud hiss and a few clicks. A sigh soon followed — resigned and troubled; followed by a shift of weight on the mattress as he sits by the edge of the bed.

“I am.. old.” He would say with an equally pliant huff.

“You are.” You’d smile. Biting the urge to laugh as you test the waters of his mood.

“Obstinate.”

“Mhm.”

“Disconsolate.”

“I don’t know what that means, my love, but yes.” Came your response that merited a small chuckle from your beloved, currently sullen and stressed Kel Dor lover.

“Captious, perhaps?” Replied a much calmer Plo Koon. The warmth of his hand over your calf meriting another smile and ease in your chest.

“Sure, my love.” You giggle, clearing your throat in mock remorse. His hand moving further up the back of your knee.

“Saturnine.” Came another as he positioned himself knelt between legs he’d lift by the back of your knee and part very gently.

“Oh, so we’re just making up words now?” You teased, propped on your elbow and slightly sat up.

“Old and cranky.” You hear him chuckle, followed by the cold touch of his mask on your forehead, then at the tip of your nose, your chin, the column of your neck, and down to your shoulder, pushing you back onto the bed.

“Sounds about ri—(ght).” You groan, feeling him hard between your thighs with one hand by the side of your head and the other wrapped around his cock. You hear him grunt at the slightest contact of his engorged head slip between your folds with each stroke.

“Mine?” Plo would ask, once more barely above a whisper — that of a plea to hear no other word than ‘yes’.

“N.. Not… Not yet…” Your voice trembles, reaching to place upon fingers on each shoulder as if to brace yourself knowing fully what was about to come. And ‘come’ it came.

Plo slid himself slowly inside, only to pull and angle himself so the engorged head of his cock would dip and slip out with a wet pop a few times, knowing how flustered it makes you to hear yourself so damn wet for him. You whine in complaint as he purposely timed himself to move away when you tried to sink down on him. You harrumphed and he’d titter, reaching to flick the lights on.

You wince and blink, trying to acclimate your sight from the darkness that surrounded you hours ago.

“Beautiful.” He’d say. “And now?”

“Spirits, yes!”

Whether it was your answer to his question or the fact that had just plunged himself all the way to the very hilt, lifted your leg up over his shoulder, angled himself to strike that deliciously sweet spot of yours that made you moan like a proper bitch in heat than the elegant lover of this seasoned, saturnine Master Jedi, we may never know.

We do, but you know — cue dramatic effects.

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