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Spoilers!! (I mean, these movies have been out for forever, but you get the warning anyway)
This has been on my mind for the last week, ignore this if you don't fuck with it.
But I recently watched Terminator 1 & 2 for the first time, they're not really my type of movies, but I actually quite enjoyed them. The first movie was fine. The second movie I did find Arnold Schwarzenegger attractive, but it took a minute. I get the hype now. The asylum scene when he was walking down the hallway had me biting my first
But onto some actual thoughts I had on it:
Terminator 1: I do not like Kyle. There is nothing anyone can do to convince me to like Kyle. The scene where he tells Sarah that he loves her, hated that. He died and I felt like the Elmo and Rocko meme "Oh well, bye Rocko". I do, however, love Sarah. I love badass female protagonists, and she is exactly that.
In Terminator 2 they wrote Sarah Conner like a male protagonist, and i LOVED that. I honestly can't recall another character that I've seen written quite like that. Adding on, she was John's mom, but Sarah's character including her character arc has literally nothing to do with being a mom. It was great. Plus she was ripped, and I love Linda Hamilton.
I enjoy older movies like this for the practical effects. James Cameron is known for this, and it was really cool. (Also why I really enjoy the Star Wars original trilogy)
These movies were funny, they were well written (imo), they had their moments that scared me, and they were kinda cheesy in an 80's way, which is kinda like a reverse effect where it no longer makes them cheesy.
Honestly a good time all around. Will not be watching any more of them, not even the third. I'm caping it at 1+2.
Summary: You’re a special operative for the Separatist Alliance tasked with infiltrating the Jedi Temple and planting a device. Your obstacle is entering the Temple, but you’ve got a plan
Warning: Explicit 18+, NSFW, alien biology, alien sex, you poison him at the end (don’t worry, he’s fine)
A/n: Y’all ever think about how the Jedi were probably causing situationship hell?
On the Republic capital of Coruscant, a bar called 79’s was nicknamed the “clone bar”, frequented by soldiers of the Grand Army of the Republic and Jedi. Civilians were welcome, and when you entered the bar you were met with white armour and identical faces.
After how many of them you’d seen in your career, they all blended together, no differing markers. They were like droids, and the Republic manufactured them to fight in the same war.
You earned a couple whistles and other complimentary shouts in your direction, which you winked at but continued on, not wasting your time with clones. Sprinkled throughout the bar were Jedi, their distinguishable robes making them stand out, no doubt unintentionally—they seemed to select dull clothing as a symbol of their dedication to their religion. Some civilians flirted with clones around you, and you wove through the crowd, dodging messy makeouts, stumbling drunks, and pairs dancing closely.
You scanned the room, trying to latch onto any of your targets. A few of your options from your briefing with your boss, Count Dooku, were present, and that was enough. You only needed one.
Laughter caught your ear, and you fixed your concern on a Nautolan man with green skin and a wide grin. He sat at a booth chatting with a couple of clones, their tipsy points of interest drifting towards the dance floor. Separatist databanks identified the man as Jedi Master Kit Fisto, and you trusted the sources of that information. If it was good enough for Count Dooku, then it was good enough for you.
“Tell us about the time you infiltrated General Grievous’ lair,” one of the troopers prodded.
“How did you even get in there?” the second trooper questioned.
“I always find a second look pays off,” Kit Fisto answered with his signature grin. “Grievous is no fool, unprepared perhaps, but he was prepared for something as spontaneous as our company.”
“What happened when he found you?”
“He triggered his traps, every room and wall was rigged. He hit us with everything he had, including a roggwart.”
Kit Fisto didn’t brag, he was just describing his experience as he had lived it. He continued to explain the details of his adventure with authenticity, pausing at the right times for suspense, using fluid gestures to bring the story to life. He was a good storyteller, keeping his audience invested.
The crowd around his booth grew as more and more people wanted to hear about the Jedi’s deadly encounter with the vile General Grievous. He did justice in describing truly how nefarious the cybernetic spider-like leader was.
You stood at the bar, catching his void-like eyes across the room. He seemed to trail off mid-sentence, and the two clones across his booth prompted him to continue. A slight smirk played on your lips, holding his eyes where you wanted them, locked with yours. Then you looked away, your lips parting as you slowly turned.
“Yes, I wouldn’t have made it out if it weren’t for my astromech. We never did find out who the trap was really set for, and what Count Dooku had planned for Grievous.”
The crowd erupted with applause and comments, most people intoxicated past the point of intelligent notions. He stood, shooing off the gathered spectators back to their own business, the show over.
“That is all for tonight.”
The bar returned to loud music competing with chatter, laughter, and people’s feet as they shuffled around. Despite all of this, you heard him approach, his arm resting on the bar top next to you. The two clones he’d been with were gone, joining the crowd of other soldiers becoming familiar with women and men alike in tight clubbing attire.
“Do you mind if I steal your attention?” he asked.
“You already have.” You dropped your eyes down, leisurely dragging them up his body. “That was quite the story. How much of it was true?”
He flashed you a smile, his lips curling to reveal his teeth. It looked good on him paired with the upbeat charm in his eyes. “I wouldn’t dare lie for your pleasure.”
You leaned in, maintaining eye contact as you tightened the distance between you. “And what will you do for my pleasure?”
He dropped his voice to a whisper, “I have a few ideas.”
You wrapped your fingers around one of his tendrils draped over the front of his shoulder, pulling gently as you brought your faces together. An amused smirk spread across his face, and he stopped. You could feel his lips form the words against your skin.
“Do you have a place?”
“I’m just visiting,” you answered, rubbing circles against the tendril in your hand, stroking it teasingly. “I could use somewhere to stay for the night.”
“Ah.” He angled your chin with the crook of his finger as he spoke into your mouth. “Should we get out of here, Miss...?”
You rocked your head from side to side, brushing your nose against his. “Tonight I’m whoever you want me to be.”
He didn’t complain there, and he leaned his head back, clearly analyzing you, picking apart your appearance. It gave you the perfect cover to do the same, locating his lightsaber, comlink, and the light armour protecting his forearms.
He smirked at that. “I like the way you think.”
He grabbed your hand, clasping your fingers together, and navigated you out of the bar. On the walkway he hailed a cab and the two of you climbed into the yellow speeder.
“Where’re you goin’?” the cab driver grumbled.
“The Jedi Temple,” Fisto answered, an understated grin seeming to always touch his face.
Your lips were on his the second the cab started moving, sliding over the smoothness of his tongue, your fists clenching his robes, keeping him close.
The cab dropped you off at the large, intimidating building that was the Jedi Temple. He nearly kicked you two out for not being able to keep your hands—or mouths—to yourselves. But after Fisto paid him he didn’t seem to mind, wishing you both a splendid evening.
Kit took your hand again, bringing you the fastest way through the Temple to a hallway and a room that could only be opened with the Force. He swiped his hand through the air, an invisible force making the internal cogs of the lock turn, and with a click, the door slid open. You stumbled into the room, a mess of lips and teeth clashing, and a heavy click confirmed the locking of the door again.
Out of all of your targets, you were glad it was Kit Fisto. It made this next part more enjoyable, and a choice.
You stripped off your clothes eagerly, helping him with the last of his. “Come here,” you breathed, catching him in a kiss.
His hands wandered down your ass to your thighs, and he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He was strong, body covered in muscle which you would have never known unless you got him naked, the Jedi robes leaving nothing to be speculated.
He laid you down on the bed, his hips between your thighs as he lowered his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply. You gasped when his fingers found your pussy, pushing two inside and moving them in a scissoring motion as his thumb rubbed against your clit.
You were expecting a quick dirty and done hook-up—in and out before so much as a few words were spoken. The plan, the one that could allow you to start and complete your mission, needed him to be asleep. With the way this was going, you expected a long, sleepless night for you both.
You leaned into his touch, grinding against his hand as you slid your tongues together, swallowing the sounds in your throat before they could reveal themselves.
“Let me hear you, I want to hear your voice,” he said, swirling his fingers inside of you.
You bit down on his bottom lip as you came, your pussy squeezing in search of his cock with the absence of his fingers. He kissed down your neck then sat back on his heels, pumping his cock at the sight of you.
He was fully hard, the length of his shaft had a green swirling pattern. As he continued, the layer he’d been holding peeled back into four tentacles, revealing a slightly leaner shaft with a gently pointed tip, thicker at the bottom and it swelled at the base where the tentacles connected.
This was going to be fun.
“May I?” you offered, reaching up a hand.
He leaned over you, caging his biceps around your head, pressing the head of his dick against your stimulated clit.
“You want me?”he teased, a grin splitting his face. “Can you handle it?”
You stroked his cock, feeling a slick layer that you hadn’t seen, and lined him up with your entrance. Your hands travelled back up his body, grabbing one of his tendrils like you had at the bar and pulled him down for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. He slid inside you, your walls clamping around him and a soundless cry broke your lips.
“Is it too much?”
You shook your head, grabbing his shoulders to steady you. “No, keep going.”
He smiled, kissing down your jaw and neck as he slid completely into you, the swelling at his base pressing against your folds. “Good.”
His thrusts were deliberate, hitting you in all the right spots that drove you towards the edge. Even his hands and the rest of his body supported you, making you stay present in the moment, maintaining eye contact as he quickened his thrusts.
He groaned low against your mouth, and a new sensation grew as two of his tentacles pressed against your clit and the other two billowed in your ass. Your vision blurred as you arched your back into him, tears stinging your eyes. Your orgasm rippled through you, intensified like you’d never experienced before. You had never been so self-aware during sex, so focused on the experience rather than the finish.
He groaned and snapped his hips into you, then slowed as he reached his climax, panting heavily. You traced your fingers over his cheek bones then kissed him, his smile contagious and you laughed, pressing your foreheads together.
He was still hard, thrusting gently into you.
“Kit,” you moaned. “I’m sore.”
“I know, my dear. You can take it.” He kissed away the tears streaking your cheeks, his thrusts slowing. “Tell me how it feels.”
His tentacle massaged your swollen clit, it was too much, your hips buckled against him, but the tension in your lower stomach grew.
“Kit,” you choked, pressing your fingers into his shoulders until they turned white. “Kit, it’s...”
“Feel your body, what does it tell you?”
Your legs shook as electric waves rolled through you, his thrusts hitting the spot that caused your undoing. He rubbed a hand over your thigh, bringing it against his hip where it moved with his thrusts. You were back to that state of blissful awareness, and it sent you over the edge, your climax shivering through your body.
“You did good, so good.”
He pulled out with a soft sigh, then kissed your heavy eyelids, down your neck and to your chest, over the curves of your breasts, then your stomach. You caught your breath, your tired body sagging into his touch. He reached your thighs and pressed his face between them, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he kissed your inner thighs. You shuddered as he drew nearer to your cunt, then he smoothed his tongue over where it hurt.
You let out a long breath, running your fingers over the tendrils coming out of his head, gripping him to control the pressure he put on your sensitive skin.
“Kit...” Your tone was husk, basked with the sleepiness from sex. “A little higher.”
He obeyed your directions, his tongue licking through your folds and sucking at your throbbing clit, sending you easily into another orgasm.
He set your legs down, crawling beside you on the bed and rested on his back. You took long, deep breaths, making your heart simmer from its pounding in your chest, and your breath evened.
“What was that?” you asked. “Meditative sex?”
He exhaled a chuckle through his nose. “Were you present?”
“Yes.” You tilted your chin to look at him, a lulled smile present.
“Then, yes, it was.”
Reality slammed back into you, and a nauseating, awful feeling filled your stomach.
You cleared your dry throat. “I need to clean myself up.”
“Allow me, you are my guest.”
It was probably best if he helped. Your legs were no better than jelly, weak after the multiple orgasms that had crashed through your body, one after the other.
Kit helped you into the shower, entering behind you as he lathered your body in soap. He was gentle, allowing you to brace yourself before and as he washed between your legs as quickly and lightly as he could. You braced yourself against the wall as he cleaned himself, his cock having returned to normal.
He shut the water off, and dried you with a towel, pressing soft kisses to your face and neck. He knelt down to dry your legs and pressed a kiss to each hip bone then your pussy. It was so soothing that your body wanted to relax, to melt into him and accept his gentle touches and warmth.
But you had a job to do.
He carried you to the bed, tucking you under the sheets and catching a final kiss before he turned the lights off and got into bed. You were on your side, turned away from him, trying to shut out his warmth and charming grin. His hand rested on your waist, and that was the only bit of him you allowed yourself to accept.
The Coruscant traffic never seemed to die down, the honking and engines were heard all throughout the night, acting as a background white-noise. In many ways it was similar to Raxus and other cities you had visited throughout your life, while also being completely different and unique.
Must stay awake, must stay awake, you repeated in your mind.
If you could do this discretely, you would. But in bed with a Jedi you knew you’d have to resort to your original plan, and he proved that.
It had been hours since you’d “fallen asleep”, using your training to fake all the signs of it. Kit was silent, he hadn’t moved at all, his hand still draped over you. You waited a beat, listening and looking around while your body remained still.
You shifted your leg, dropping it off the bed, then moved your hips to remove his hand from your waist.
Then it all went wrong, and you noticed your mistake.
“I cannot let a spy loose in the temple.”
You kept your reaction minimal, his grip on your waist tightening, and assessed your options in the twilight dark room.
“That would be exactly why you came here, no?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
His fingers pressed with bruisening strength on your skin. “How I wish that were true.”
He rolled you under him, his dark eyes searching yours, his hands keeping you pinned.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you repeated softly, your eyes wide as you smoothed your fingers over his. “Kit.”
“You are skilled, very talented. And very close to getting away with it, had I not known.”
Your face dropped, levelling him a darker, sharper look. “You knew the entire time?” you asked.
“I could feel your determination, and it wasn’t the pursuit.” He removed a hand from your waist, tapping the tendril you’d been holding onto back at 79’s.
“Pheromones,” you stated. It wasn’t a question, it was more like a swear—you should have known better.
“You allowed your wants to dominate your mission.”
You kicked him, rolling away when he only had a single hand gripping you. It was enough to make him let go, and you put some distance between the two of you, kneeling on the edge of the bed.
“Your attempts are admirable, but it is my responsibility to protect the Temple. It would be best if you turned yourself in,” he said.
“I really don’t want to fight you.”
He smiled, offering you his hand. “You do not have to make this difficult for yourself. Please, turn yourself in.”
You looked around, your clothes scattered across the floor. The good thing with having picked Kit Fisto as your target, was it made the sex better. But he was also a Master Jedi, and one of the finest duelists in the Jedi Order. You heard him back at the bar, he had bested General Grievous, a fighter who utilized multiple lightsabers and contained hundreds of cybernetic modifications. If it went down to it, and you had to fight him...there was no chance that you were coming out victorious.
His lightsaber laid on top of the pile of his clothes, but you knew better than to think that gave you an advantage, he could get it in a second using the Force.
“Okay,” you agreed, taking his hand.
He pulled you into him, and you nudged your nose against his, sliding your mouths together. You crunched a capsule you had tucked in your cheek, then spread the contents onto his tongue, feeling him gag and push you away.
“What was that?” he asked, shaking his head like it would help him.
“A poison. I’ve grown largely immune to it, but you aren’t.”
His eyes fluttered shut with heavy lids as he struggled to stay awake.
“We had fun,” you said. “Sleep well, and hope that someone finds you before it kills you.”
“You...”
He dropped, his head hitting the pillow with a heavy thump. You pushed him into a comfortable position that didn’t strain his neck, and wouldn’t drip the poison down his throat. If it did, it would slim his odds of survival.
“Your Nautolan biology will adapt to the poison,” you told his unconscious form. Then softly, you muttered to yourself, “Hopefully.”
You dressed yourself, combing your fingers through your hair and fixing your appearance before leaving the bedroom. It was still night, and the Temple was silent, only the Jedi Sentinels roamed the halls, and you used your training to slip past them, following your instructions.
After that, your mission was a success.
You left the Jedi Temple as silently as you could, and contacted Count Dooku on your success.
a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.
Being in the Star Wars Fandom but having Star Wars Rebels as your favorite piece of media is certainly interesting. Like yes, I'm aware I'm sitting at the kids table eating mac and cheese. HOWEVER everyone at the adults table (the movies) is trying to kill each other with butter knives over minor differences in opinion, the weird uncle is freaking out because there is Diversity(TM), and someone's crying about their ex-wife (the Legends novels) who doesn't come to reunions anymore. At least here at the Rebels Fandom Kid's Table our mac and cheese is high quality even if we're eating it off of paper plates and people don't try to kill each other as much. And yeah, sure the adults table has lobster (good media), but the lobster is covered in blood because people have been stabbing each other over it at that table for the past forty years. And they may have porcelain plates (high budgets), but sometimes utter crap is served on those plates. Also while all this is happening people over at the adults table are saying your beloved mac and cheese is the worst thing to be served at reunions since the Radioactive Holiday Ham of 1978 (Star Wars Holiday Special).
There's this genre of young female characters that I really like. The angry character who thought they were doing the right thing, doing what they thought they had to do. Their support systems, the adults around them, failed them. Characters struggling with deep-seated resentment and neglect, they were unheard, with heavy misunderstood emotions. They were silenced and never helped.
Includes spoilers!!! Paraphrased, by me (includes mentions of explicit content and swearing)
I read a book about a woman who fucks her front door.
For those who don’t know, this book is from the POV of this door, who starts the book in the physical form of a door. He’s a door. A sentient door. But a door. And he’s in LOVE with the woman who’s been living in the apartment he guards for 6 months, her name is Tana. Tana works from home, goes to the grocery store on Thursdays, and watches a lot of cop shows and action movies.
And the door wishes so hard that he can be with her, even though he’s a door. Then one night, this shady fucker comes and stands in the hallway outside of Tana’s apartment. And the door dude, he’s suspicious.
Side note— the door reminds me of Inside Out when Rylee had a dream boyfriend and he was like “I’d die for Rylee” because this door dude was basically repeating that phrase this whole book. He wanted to protect Tana, and he’d do anything to do that.
Continuing on!
So, the shady dude starts talking to the door, complaining about his wife who's mad at him because he fucked a tree. Then he tells the door dude that he's a nomad, and his son, who was the outcome of the tree sex. He's pure oak, his territory. That's when it's revealed that the shady dude is Zeus (yes, the Greek God) and he's like "Great news! You can be with the girl you love, you just have one chance--tonight--to go into her dream and convince her to, well...do what I did with the tree. But convince her good, 'cause she might not believe you."
Door dude got a dad and a way to be with the love of his life all in one middle-of-the-night conversation.
And after Zeus leaves, he tries with all his might to somehow connect into Tana's dream. But he can't, and he falls asleep. Just to wake up in her dream! And he's human. She's having that 'showing up to class naked' dream and he saves her from the humiliation, offering her his flannel (how gentlemanly...lumberjack?) Anyway, then he has to chance to talk to her. The first thing he says? "I love you".
Then he explains that he's her front door, he's in love with her, and he needs to protect her. But he fears he can't do that being a stationary object, so she needs to... And she totally doesn't believe him and laughs in his face. Then he reveals some personal things about her vibrator and Tana begins to believe him.
The dream ends and they both wake up. Tana is actively avoiding him, mumbling about a stupid dream she had. She goes out to the grocery store, comes back, then decides she needs to discover new things about herself. She washes the door knob, puts her ottoman against the door, puts a condom on the door knob, and fucks the door knob.
She basically fucks and dips, because when she's done she just walks away and has a shower, pressing a kiss to the door before she leaves. But when she comes back, her door is gone and instead he's transformed into a human.
Oh, he's also butt-naked in her doorframe. Her elderly neighbour was appalled.
Tana returns from her shower, yells at him for being a stranger in her apartment. He quickly explains who he is, and she doesn't believe him, but then he starts to talk about her fucking the door knob and she just leaves it at that. Basically "yeah, no, this is definitely my front door in human form".
They're all flirty and stuff, and she orders a new door via an app on her phone? Interesting, but for the plot it makes sense. They watch a movie while they wait and she falls asleep. He signs the package when it arrives, and installs the new door which he describes as his "replacement" and purposefully got a door handle that she can't fuck. They buy him clothes, then come back home. He gets a name "Drys" because she liked this actor named "Idris" who I'm assuming is Idris Elba, 'cause everyone thinks he's hot.
And Drys is a whiny sub who does nothing but dedicate his every moment to making her feel safe and happy. Did I mention he whines? And whimpers? And is very vocal?
Tana gives him a handjob, then her landlord breaks into her apartment with a gun. So he attacks the landlord and call the police. Drys gets shot and turns back into a door.
He's out for like, months. Hera appears in Tana's dream and tells her that the way to get him back is exactly how she got him in the first place. But he'll turn back into a door every full moon and they have to do it all over again.
So, Tana fucks her door again and he turns back into a person. Turns out sometime that Drys was not awake for, Zeus came back with a package which when opened they find ID, a passport, and a note that says "From Dad" (essentially). They get ready for a date.
I'm not kidding, that's the end.
Oh, also her landlord tried to poison and kill her after murdering a girl named Sarah a couple months ago. He goes to prison for life at the end of the book. That's the actual plot and why Drys needs to protect her🥳
Wasn't meant to be a good book, but I liked it
I read it in like an hour and a half, and you should too. Very fun. It reminded me of the video game Date Everything which came out in 2025, and this book was published in 2023. Vega Valentine, you were ahead of the curve
