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it takes a special type of poison to kill a Jedi
slow-acting, with a cumulative effect over multiple doses such that the warning from the Force about any single dose is easily missed
no one was quite sure what was causing a series of nat-born officers to sicken and die without any of the traditional signs of contagion
and then it started to effect some of the Jedi too, and no one was sure what was happening
and then the Chancellor died, and the war quickly fell apart, leaving the Jedi and Judicial investigators with much more pressingt problems to address
years later it came to light that a disillusioned clone sergeant by the name of Slick had made a deal with Asajj Ventress to buy the recipe of an old Sith poison, and had been selling the product to clones serving under ill-suited or prejudiced officers, which had eventually included one Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard who had made his case to the sergeant personally
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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤
summary ─ he would beg if it meant to have that heavenly taste on his tongue.
pairing ─ alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader
warnings ─ heat/rut sex, mating cycles, bucky loves eating pussy let it be known
For the last four hours, Bucky lay awake in bed with you sleeping soundlessly next to him. You weren’t aware of it yet, but your heat had started it shortly after you fell asleep, and the smell of your slick had kept Bucky awake even though he was dead tired.
If he took a deep breath, he could smell it between your legs, leaking and messing up at your pajama bottoms and panties. If he were to pull you closer to his body, he knew he’d feel the wetness of it. If he moved an inch from where he was laying, he knew he was going to fucking lose it.
He couldn’t, though, you needed sleep. In heat, you weren’t much of a sleeper unless you were fucked into the unconsciousness, so he was going to let you sleep as long as you could, but man, was it hard.
Your heat scent was hugging him tightly. Each breath you inhaled and exhaled, each tiny movement you made under the blanket, your scent slapped him in the face, and Bucky honestly didn’t know how long he could keep this shit going. You smelled like every single favorite scent of his: Freshly baked bread, cinnamon, caramel and lightly bubble gum. Since you were in heat, your caramel and cinnamon scents were stronger, but he didn’t give a fuck, he loved the way you smelled, in and out of heat.
Groaning, Bucky turned his body to yours, burying his nose into the crook of your neck and taking a deep breath. His cock gave a strong twitch in his thin, sleeping pants, he could feel his control slipping away from him rapidly. Bucky whimpered as he ground his hips down on the mattress.
“Baby,” he whispered, nosing your neck and brushing the tip of his nose to your scent glands. “Honey, wake up,” he rasped. He couldn’t take it. He needed to taste it. He needed your slick in his mouth, filling and satisfying every single taste bud he had. He didn’t want to touch you without your consent, though. He wasn’t an animal. So, you needed to wake the fuck up now.
“Mm, Bucky?” You murmured sleepily. He moaned in return, still nosing your scent glands. You hummed. Lolling your head back, you exposed more of your throat for him to scent you. The Alpha in Bucky rumbled happily as he latched onto the glands and licked them, scenting you thoroughly. “Mmm,” you whined. You scooted back in his arms, pressing your back against his chest more as you started making grabby hands. “Mmm, Alpha,” you whispered.
Bucky grunted. “Yeah, omega, ‘s your heat,” he whispered back. “’s makin’ you so wet, makin’ you leak for some relief, ain’t it?” You whimpered in agreement. Now that he mentioned, you could feel your slick wetting up your pajama bottoms and all over your inner thighs. You were sure some of it even rubbed against the mattress, and you moaned. Your body heat was increasing at a rapid pace, and you were aware that only relief you could get was what you Alpha would give you.
“Bucky,” you mewled. “Alpha, please.” Rubbing your hot body against his, you got a growl out of him. You shivered. You felt his large paws ripping your pajama bottoms, and suddenly, you were rolled over your belly, your legs spread as wide as they could go. “Alpha!” you gasped. He shushed you. He was rubbing his hands all over your body, touching every inch of your skin as he could and scenting you the way he liked it.
Then, he got on his knees behind you, between your spread legs, and buried his face into your pussy, finally tasting your slick. He groaned loudly at the taste because holy shit, this was what he had been yearning for hours, this goddamn addictive taste. Growling and rumbling deep in his chest, Bucky grabbed your ass cheeks and spread them, giving himself a good view of your wet pussy before he dove right in with a wide, fat lick. You jumped at the sensation.
“Fuckin’ delicious, omega,” Bucky moaned and pressed a kiss on your inner thigh. You shuddered. “I know you want my cock in you, but I’ve been dying for a taste,” he grumbled. “Lemme have my fill and I’ll fuck you to sleep, a’right?” You nodded. It earned you another soft kiss on your thigh. “Good girl,” he whispered before he started slurping his way through your slick.
Later that night, he indeed fucked you to sleep.
It seemed like his dick had a secret way of singing lullabies to you.
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Thoughts on the idea of if Dooku was the one to recruit Sergeant Slick as a spy and not Ventress? I was absolutely frothing at the mouth at the idea of those two fuckers arguing about the nebulous “right thing” that they’re both fighting for. The desire for “freedom” That neither of them truly get to see. I would have watched a whole series of Count Dooku getting stuck with his own clone and hating every second of it while trying (fruitlessly) to refine Slick into a real functional member of society while Slick is driven only by a single-minded selfishness now that he’s given the barest taste of freedom. They’re both hypocrites who betrayed everything they believed in and have to live with that knowledge. I feel like they would have been such a great pair to watch. A Folie a Deux. A direct narrative foil to the likes of Obi-Wan and Cody or Rex and Anakin. Two people that could have made one another better versions of themselves but instead made one another worse.
some days i open my inbox and anon chooses violence holy shit. i hope you know that your brain is massive. dooku getting stuck with a zealous clone like slick is SO GOOD conceptually, i really need to rewatch the episode he was in. slick turning into some sort of token anti-republic deserter talking head by dooku's side has amazing potential but at the same time i feel like palpatine wouldn't let that slide lmao.
now that you say it they are very good mirrors for each other. they're both puppets they're both misled and they both have a point SOMEWHERE underneath all the bullshit. fascinating. someone should write this
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The Funky Aliens Crew
Additional Information in the "Read More"!
If you remember this post, some of these guys might look familiar! I wanted to update some of their designs and give them a stronger theme since they were pretty vague before.
You might also notice I added some new dudes since last time!
... well uh, minus the one with the fancy bat hat. I just forgot to include her old art in the original post, lol.
If you want a reminder and also know the new dudes' names, here's a roll call! This is going from the top image with the character lineup and goes left to right.
Matcha, Pommei, Tai-Ko, Dee N. Bee, Hip Top, Lan, Izzy, and Slick
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