#Cad bane x m reader

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Patience is a Virtue

Cad Bane x Male Reader

Screenshot by @renek-bane

[Ao3]

NSFW / 18+

Summary: Revenge is a dish best served cold, by a cold-blooded, cold-hearted killer named Cad Bane. You hire him in hopes of seeking retribution on your crooked partner who is a crook, and you are too, dealing in priceless artifacts. The trail’s gone nearly cold as well, and the hunter’s getting restless; you promised him five-hundred-thousand credits, but you find yourself offering up something else to sate his appetite: yourself.

Word count: 7.7k+ (idk what happened)

Notes: This is only my second time trying to write a male reader. I am nervous about it! I hope I do this justice, and that people enjoy it. There was a need in the fandom I kept hearing about, and I wanted to help out. Feedback/likes/comments/reblogs all appreciated!

Warnings: Prepare for a wild ride. Smut/PWP, mildly dubious but reader is totally into everything Bane is doing. Biting, blood, smoking, cursing, teasing, degradation, mild predator/prey elements, fondling, manhandling, death, murder, stealing, lying, posturing and machismo, bickering, insults, aggressiveness, ass play, edging, penetration/PiA, blowjobs, alien anatomy (Cad Bane only has one dick this time), teeth, growling, hissing, scent marking, all out fucking, and a little, tiny, itty-bitty bit of cute/confused Bane and 000000.1% fluff, but not really.

What in all Sith hells had you gotten yourself into?

This planet’s sun was rising. You stirred the dying embers of a fire that had kept you warm throughout the night. Across the way, two bright eyes were fixated on you, their coloration matching the sparks that withered, wisps of smoke whirling northward in the crisp morning breeze.

The Duros leaned forward, lighting the end of his cigarra on the remnants of burning wood, then sat back against solid stone. You were carefully hidden within the opening of a naturally occurring cave, the space thankfully unoccupied by any of this world’s native fauna.

You busied yourself with packing away your things, the eerie stare of your associate boring holes into your back as he studied you from beneath the wide canopy of his hat. While the intensity of his gaze was unpleasant to most, you had grown bitterly accustomed to it. It had not taken long for you to understand that Cad Bane was vigilant. And while the strength of his glare could possibly penetrate through walls, in this case it set your heart to racing and made your insides take on the consistency of gruel.

In a way, you had grown to despise him in the few days you had known him. He reminded you of every other thug and tough guy out wandering the streets, thinking they were hot shit and that the galaxy revolved around them. His devil may care air reeked of pretention. His very movements, that wickedly unhurried way in which he spoke to you – it was ostentatious and uncalled for.

So was the way you were forced to share a source of transportation, a speeder bike that had seen better days. It left you flustered as you were driven to embrace Bane from behind for fear of falling and meeting your untimely end. The tightness of his clothing should have been illegal; they left nothing much to the imagination, escorting your thoughts to a place you refused to consciously acknowledge.

It couldn’t be helped. This was the way you were made to travel through the backwoods of this hellscape. But you knew the buyer had set up shop here, and this is where he would bring the loot. Despite the dangers lurking around every corner, you felt relatively safe with the Duros at your side, regardless of the way he made your skin crawl when he would not relent in his perusal of your person with his predatory eyesight.

You could feel him looking harder at you then - through you - as if he knew what it was you were thinking about, as if he knew  what he could do to you with a simple glance.

Oh, how easy it would be. How little of a fight you would put up against him should he decide to have his way. To be trapped under his scrutiny was a sensory experience.

It wasn’t because you were afraid of him that your body behaved involuntarily in this particular manner, though fear was a healthy response in the presence of someone as infamous as your business partner. You were his payout. He had no reason to double-cross you, or at least you assumed as much.

Though you were loath to be in his company much longer, you had some faith that he was a man with scruples. Why else would his reputation be so highly regarded?

No, your body behaved this way because he boiled your blood. You felt a sudden warmth rise up through you and toward your cheeks, tinging your flesh a darker shade. You swallowed, turning from him to concentrate on what it was you were doing – nothing. You had unwittingly been captured in his snare. You quickly moved to remedy that, continuing to organize your belongings.

Two blue attenuated digits plucked the cigarra from Bane’s wiry mouth, the ash flicked idly off to the side as the bounty hunter stated what was on his mind. “Supposin’ dhat friend o’yers long gone by now.”

“Not a friend” -you responded curtly; voice clipped- “a traitor.”

The Duros smirked, taking a laggard puff off the end of his smoke. “Same thin’, if ye ask me. Friends all wind-up traitor’s in de end.”

Bane exhaled, releasing what had been temporarily stored in his lungs. “Quick lesson fer ye - ye cahn’t trust anyone as far as ye cahn throw ‘em.”

“I trust you,” you stated offhand, cinching your knapsack, though it was not entirely true. You weren’t even sure why you had said that, and regretted it immediately.

“Dhat’s yer ferst mistake,” Cad Bane’s voice had lowered, a hint of a nefarious smile curling the corner of his upper lip. One fang peeked out, making you hesitate in rolling up your sleeping mat.

“Ye trust too easy. See, Ah werk fer credits”-the entirety of the cigarra was quickly disposed of, launched some distance away to be extinguished in a clump of dirt– “an’ s’far Ah’ve naht been paid.”

The Duros got to his feet, his impressive stature towering over you as you remained transfixed to your spot. You sheepishly gazed up at the acute angles of his face, his expression masked by an almost serendipitous, strategic placement of shadow.

Burning hellfire eyes were all that was left visible, the man striking with inhuman – alien - speed the likes of which you had never seen. You were unceremoniously yanked up by the collar of your tunic, then dragged some few feet inside the entrance of the cave. He pressed your back against jagged limestone, a wicked hiss accompanying the action as he pinned you like an insect with his kneecap, Bane digging his way into the meat of your thigh.

“Trust is pricey now’a’days,” he drawled, the hypnotizing sound of his gravelly voice pacifying any argument you may have had up until this point while at the same time making you irrationally angry. “But dhere’s somethin’ else dhat’s even pricier.”

He paused for effect, the flat of his face inches from your own. You could see the cracks in his soft scales - his scars - some running deeper than others. “Ye know what dhat is?”

Believing you were for the most part restrained, Bane entertained himself by forcing you to look at him. His scrawny fingers wound themselves around the point of your chin, pressing hard enough to keep you stationary as he forced you to stare into the abyss of his blood-red eyes. You grit your teeth as you twisted in his grasp, trying to dislodge yourself.

“Patience. Ssomethin’ Ah’ve run out of."

He released the hold he had over you, his lithe index roving upward to tap absently against the side of your temple as if you were a dunce, or perhaps forgetful. “Maybe ye think of a way te keep dhis partnership of ours amicable. Nothin’ in dhis life’s free.”

You grimaced. “We will find him,” you started forcefully. “Volrik’s not getting away with my half of the profits. He may have been the brawn, but without my connections or expertise, everything would have gone to shit! I worked too hard to let him reap the reward all by himself. And now” -you reaffirmed the deal you had made with him- “you’ll kill him. Then you’ll get paid. Patience” -you annunciated- “is a virtue.”

Cad Bane leered at your little monologue, the fingers of his free hand drumming steadily against the gun belt fastened about his waist. You knew he thought this was all talk. He wanted his money. You could hardly blame him. You had both been at this a week, waiting for your ex-partner to show himself. Perhaps he was lying low, thinking you’d give up, but this was the only path from the nearest spaceport to one particular village; it was sequestered snuggly in the mountains beyond fifty miles of unpaved road through fog and forest.

Your client resided there, having a clandestine operation of his own. You suspected his being a private collector was a ruse, but it wasn’t your business. You didn’t care as long as you got paid.

Naturally, it was the promise of half-a-million credits that kept Bane at your side, but the Duros was starting to lose faith in what he considered to be empty words. You were after a nearly priceless Jedi artifact, two of a kind in fact, though the man who sought out the Old Republic Corellian Jedcreds had hired you on the pretense of a hefty sum. A sum you were willing to settle for upon sale and delivery for all the trouble they were worth to steal, though a wrench had been thrown into your plans.

“Ye sound awful confident fer a guy who’s already been sswindled,” Bane argued back, punctuating his point tangibly by pushing his forefinger firmly into your bicep. The sheer audacity made you want to reach out and- “Fool ye once, shame on ye . Fool ye twice, dhen yer just a fool.”

You would be hard pressed to convince the Duros, so instead you took what he said to heart and began to rethink your strategy. Unfortunately, your mind was clouded by the hunter’s continued closeness. He smelled of old leather and oil, like Tibanna, or maybe metal of an unknown origin, but there was something else-

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” you blurted out irrationally, causing a snarl to issue forth from the already irate hunter, directed wholly into the space just beside your ear.

You had concluded on a whim that the only collateral you had left to offer him was yourself. It seemed almost logical when you truly thought about it. It had absolutely nothing to do with the unspoken tension you felt over the last few days, nor the fact you could feel Bane undressing you with his eyes.

“An’ in what way might dhat be?” he asked derisively.

“Like you’re … hungry,” you whispered, pinpricks of excitement mixed with anxiety rushing full force throughout your many nerve endings. “Like you want me,” you muttered with muted confidence.

Bane snorted out a mocking laugh, shading you beneath the brim of his large hat as he disdainfully looked down upon you. You blinked once and he had shifted his position, his lean build so near to your own form you swore he must have felt the heat radiating from off your body.

He presented his fangs to you, your mind wandering lustfully as parts of you began to stir and awaken. Not only in the figurative sense, but in ways you had not anticipated to happen so quickly or easily.

“Big talk comin’ from ah fella whose dick’s hard,” Bane chided indolently.

“What I meant was,” you cut in, voice trembling at being called out so brazenly, “is that perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement, seeing as how you are the one obviously interested in me.” You would deny your attraction, not about to be lured in by his clever quips and sound life advice. Cad Bane was nothing more than a worse reprobate than even you - you kept telling yourself that.

In fact, he reminded you of your asshole of a partner. Pompous, arrogant, a know-it-all… You mustered your courage, placing a hand against the chest of the man before you, feeling the texture of Nashtah-hide as you defended yourself from his getting any closer.

“It’s still early. Don’t assume you can take the credit,” you snarked back, trying to play off the growing stiffness of your cock as a shift in hormones. Testosterone in human males was highest after waking up.

The intimidating sentient before you canted his head, his gigantic hat not too far behind. Bane was intrigued at what you were getting at. His vocal chords vibrated in the hollow of his throat, a kind of animalistic growl mixed with a tone denoting displeasure, though it was a rumbling you were positive could not be reproduced except maybe by another of his species.

He sibilated in increasing annoyance. “Ain’ you somethin’,” he spat.

Bane reattached himself to you, this time by taking up a tuft of your hair as he held your head steady. You roughly gasped as his crimson-colored eyes bore down into your own. “Got m’self a repressed pretty boy, how quaint.”

The enunciation of the last word had been slow and torturous, the tail end of the final consonant stinging in your ears as he had clicked his fangs together.

“Dhat exsplainss why yer sucha tight ass.” The hunter grinned, though the expression was in no way friendly, his tone snide, salacious, and criminally seductive. You hated everything in that moment, because your hard on was now pressing against the inside of your trousers. It was unmistakable to anyone who was not legally blind.  

“Lookss like ah’m de lucky one meant te make ssure ye learn how te loosen up,” he grated against your neck, sharp eye teeth brushing sensually across the space between your shoulder and the base of your skull in an upward sweep. It caused your body to reflexively shudder, proving Bane’s point while at the same time evoking in you an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment coupled with unwanted suspense at the very idea of what he could be implicating.

Yes, you had been the first one to bring it up, but never did you quite imagine he would be the one to solicit you when originally you had intended to buy yourself more time, and in this manner no less.

The Duros’ tongue snaked out, tasting the salt off your skin before burying itself briefly in your ear canal. While his touch was cold, his breath was warm, the mix of temperatures causing a fresh eruption of goose pimples to form along your epidermis as you resisted, putting more force behind the push even as the long, dexterous fingers of his other hand stroked the length of your bulge with careful directness in a vicious tease.

Heat pooled in your belly as you stubbornly replied with the opposite of what you knew he wanted to hear. “I’m not repressed, you’re just not my type. I’m offering you myself as a last resort.”

The devil spoke in your ear. You had lost your mind. The words that tumbled from your mouth were not your own. They couldn’t be. Not only did you want him, but you also wanted him to rail you within an inch of death itself.

Your ploy was suddenly to enliven the Duros to such a state of agitation that he would be furious at you, but without a reason to end your measly life. The power and authority he exuded would only be amplified in the throes of his indignation.

Your plan worked; Cad Bane jerked you up by the roots of your hair still wrapped between his fingers, kicking his leg out to cause you to lose your balance so that he might spin and slam you against the wall of the cave. It was not entirely what you had in mind, but so far so good.

The oxygen had been knocked from your lungs, realizing too little too late that this might not be such a wonderful idea after all. Your face ached, though Bane had been kind enough not to bash your brains out on the rocks.

All coherent thought flew out the viewport the moment you felt the hunter’s monstrously large palm cup the entirety of your genitalia. You moaned despite yourself, a pleased snicker full of ridicule being released behind your back.

“Sspeak up,” he said with a sneer. “Couldn’ hear ye over de ssmell o’yer ‘fuck me’ pheromones.”

The monumental creature who held you so rigidly in place brought his other arm around to pinch your lips together between his thumb and trigger finger, forcing you to mimic the appearance of someone who was expecting a kiss any moment now, which wasn’t far from the truth. Your hired gun snarled again for good measure. You were so incredibly turned on despite your inability to keep your mouth shut.

“Oh, come off it, Bane,” you shot back between squished lips, managing to break free from the grip of his lengthy digits. They smelled faintly of the chemicals and vegetation that encompassed the main ingredients of his cigarra, as well as the worn leather of his cut off gloves. “I’m not the only one hard here,” you derided him.

It was as if your common sense had been dispelled into the ether without your consent, but you were positive that was not Bane’s LL-30 poking into your hip. The hunter growled once more, like a beast debating on the best way to disembowel you, but in that moment your sanity left in totality as you leaned forward and implanted your mouth around his index finger.

You gave Bane a full sampling of what you were capable of, tongue writhing and twisting as you thoroughly enjoyed yourself. The only thing you lacked was the ability to watch the manifestation of his feelings on the matter.

The hunter’s reaction was both expected and alarming. Bane retracted his finger from your orifice even as you increased the suction of your cheeks, a trail of spittle left to drip down your chin. He refitted his hand to your scalp, twirling you back around quite effectively, in turn giving you your wish of being able to gauge his expression.

Currently, it was one of seeming anger. He rattled another foreign sound directly in your face, your ears picking up on the distinctive clinking of metal and the rustling of clothes.

Bane’s free hand worked easily to unfasten his pants, taking the extra effort to free his genitalia from the confines of his insulated blacks. You gaped at his anatomy before he jerked your head back up. He silently demanded you look into his eyes; they were magnetic and easily drew you in.

“Notha’ lesson yer gonna learn – ye finish what ye sstart.”

He began to shove you down onto your knees before his cock. The sight of it simultaneously thrilled and frightened you. You stammered out your words before he could coax you to choke it down. “W-wait! Do we have a deal? I get another week and you don’t kill me.”

Cad Bane toyed with you; your neck was forcibly craned back so that you had to stare up at the Duros. He teasingly rubbed the tip of his phallus against your soft, plush, human lips, plonking it down with a debasing slap as he flashed you his sharp teeth. “No pieccce a assss iss werth five-hundred-thousand creds, an’ esspecially naht yers,” he snapped, redirecting his member to push against your presently closed mouth.

So, that’s the game he wanted to play, was it?

To his surprise you opened wide, thrusting your head upward so you could take in the entirety of his ridged shaft down the warm void of your throat. You adjusted yourself more comfortably, stretching yourself out to accommodate for his height. Even though your knees hurt on the hard surface of the ground, you were willing to grin and bear it to get a taste of his Duros dick.

You imbibed it to its end, your face brushing against the tiniest hint of exposed blue flesh peeking out from beneath dark leather and rough fabric. His cock was veiled with an oily slick, sweet as syrup, which made it go down all the more easily as you worked your tongue around the crests of his peculiar shape.

Cad Bane clawed his spidery extremities into your hair more thoroughly, fangs bared to the gums as he vocalized a sound so quietly obscene it prompted you to work slower, harder, and at a more syncopated rhythm.

You were getting into it, groaning at the pleasing taste of his body’s byproduct, while at the same time half disgusted with yourself for being so ready to guzzle this man’s cum at a moment’s notice. You were intrepid; you curled your arm around his buttocks, gently coaxing the hunter’s hips forward as you rocked inward to meet him, then backward again, determined to show him your worth.

You repeated the action. Bane caught on quickly, mimicking your movements at a steady pace as he fucked your face just like you wanted.

You slathered every rib and crook, fondling his strange planes with your tongue, finding that some areas seemed to be more sensitive than others by the way the Duros tensed minutely beneath your touch.

He rumbled low from within the bowels of his chest as you clamped down more succinctly, amplifying the amount of suction you were applying to his cock as you coerced him toward climax, careful not to graze him with your teeth.

He released your hair, the tips of delicate, yet deadly digits tenderly grasping either side of your jaws as they worked their way around the back of your neck, clasping closed at the base of your skull. The jerking of Bane’s hips picked up in speed as he cradled your head, the disgruntled gunslinger having actually bothered to shut one eye as he basked in the sensation of the wet heat of your mouth gorging itself on his girth.

You almost hated to follow through with your idea, observing the hunter’s body language and bearing witness to the primal utterances that reverberated off his vocal chords during the intensity of the moment, but you had a point to make.

You fiendishly brought him to the brink, Bane’s cock pulsing in your mouth as his breathing picked up its fervor despite the apparatus that resided across his back. Just as you thought he might erupt you released his phallus with a resounding pop that echoed throughout the silence of the cavern.

For one instant the bony ridge over his eyes knitted, a look of honest confusion and disappointment overtaking his normally dour face before it morphed into a scowl, the Duros regaining his equilibrium and canting his head downward, the rim of his wide hat casting a black cloud over your parade.

You bravely challenged him despite this. “Still think I’m not worth it? Consider this a deposit; you’ll get your money when I get mine!”

Perhaps it was the teasing smirk playing at your lips, or the overblown attitude you projected, your tone of voice, or the twinkle in your eye. Whatever it was, Bane did not appreciate it, though now it was well within the realm of possibility to be exhaustively plowed into an early grave.

Oh, the unbridled joy that kind of death would give you. It emboldened you as you locked eyes with his, this… reptilian entity before you who posed as a man hissing menacingly at the abrupt removal of your mouth from around his cock. He scooped you up by the lapel of your shirt, dragging you to his height. Your feet nearly dangled off the ground, sheer terror conjoined with sexual arousal causing your brain to short-circuit for a temporary length of time.

“Ye’ve gotta deal, ye lil’ shit,” Bane seethed bitingly, catching you off guard and driving your heart to flutter. You had no time to even contemplate the repercussions of his acceptance before he was physically hauling you outside the cave.

“But Ah’ll be de one makin’ de deposit,” he taunted nastily, effortlessly staking his claim over you as his personal plaything. There was a small chance you would regret this, but the absolute freak in you could not wait for what was about to happen, your boots leaving a trail in the dirt as he easily maneuvered you toward the bike you’d both rode in on.

He tossed you over the side of the speeder like a ragdoll on your belly. The wind was knocked out of you as you tried to right yourself, but Bane had you exactly where he wanted you, the hunter sidling up to you with his bare cock now flush against your ass cheek. He had not bothered to tuck himself back in.

His sinewy arm reached around you, Bane seamlessly unfastening the buckle of your belt. He ground his hips into you, fumbling with the closure of your trousers for less than a split second before he was already shoving them down from around your waist.

You gasped, the Duros’ broad palm groping your soft rump. He rattled a provocative sizz as his cuspids skimmed the back of your neck, one steel-toed boot coming to rest between your feet. He kicked either side of your shoes to make your legs involuntarily spread wider and for you to lose your balance, your body tumbling ass up as you fell forward once more over the seat of the speeder.

Your own erection was pressing against the saddle, Bane forcing a grunt out of you as he gnashed his teeth, elongated Durosian digits, both elegant and rough, gathering and then caressing the length of your dick from around and behind so fluidly that the sensation alone nearly made you cum.

His touch was featherlight and delicate like gossamer, the deep-seated grumbling he was producing not helping matters. It was all meant to allay you, the final straw being the pinch of his disconcerting canines as he took up residence just below your carotid artery, placating you into a latent state of willful obedience.

“Try naht te squirm too much,” he muttered, licking a stripe from where he had drawn your blood to the surface of your skin all the way to the edge of your earlobe; a tremor oscillated through your core. “Instinct might kick in,” he warned.

You tried to speak, but you were swimming in a bevy of complicated thoughts and your own lewd desires, though any fight left in you had been nullified. It was as if you had been caught in the jaws of an apex predator, and that was precisely accurate if you took the time to analyze your dilemma at face value.

Fortunately for you, you had convinced him you were temporarily a decent substitute for one of the few things that mattered to him in this life: credits, though unsure if by some chance he would spontaneously change his mind. It boosted you to shamelessly balance yourself precariously on the tips of your toes as you moaned in subdued notes to inform the Duros you were ready, willing, and more than receptive to his not so subtle advances.

Still, you could not help yourself, snapping back with an increasingly haughty temperament that was just asking for trouble. “Get on with it,” you baited him, your voice laced with a façade of nearly bored contempt.

The hunter pulled his hand back and slapped your ass. Hard. You were sure you would feel it in the morning, and if you could look to check, you were positive there would be a large red welt left in its wake.

“Sshut up an’ drop de act,” Bane scolded. “Don’ try te pull dhat backrocket shit wit’ me. Ah’ll get te ye when ah’m good ‘n ready,” he informed you brusquely, the Duros taking his time in removing each of his gloves in turn with his teeth to be spit off to the side somewhere, out of eye view.

Once accomplished, he moved to fondling his genitals as he coated his right hand in his own lubrication. Somewhat unbeknownst to you, Bane had saturated himself for the express purpose of testing you.  

You made a sound of mild protest, although you no idea what to say to his accusations. Was it that easy to tell you had simply been driven mad by your own bawdy ambitions? You inhaled briskly as you felt something cold and slippery push past the crack of your ass to probe your anal opening, followed by the slow, almost methodical entrance of what you assumed was a long, smooth, and tenacious finger.

If nothing else, this would be the thing to silence you.

This was not Cad Bane’s first rodeo. Even that single digit felt snug as it penetrated you to half its length. It went in without incident. It was a strange feeling at first, you having long ago noted the Duros did not have fingernails, although the tips were somewhat callous; in this instance friction was not unwelcome.

The coldness of his microscales set your guts to squirming, the cool wetness sparking a sensation within you that felt like errant bolts of electricity as he traveled languorously through your rectum to reach the gland that existed there. You felt a pressure that was not unpleasant but that made you press back against him, Bane snorting at the ease with which he already practically had you begging for him.

“Where's yer patience now?" he mused, though content by this turn of events as it meant less work for a higher payout. “No matta’ how eager ye are fer it, de sun won’ rise any fasta.'"

Bane lazily grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves within you, curling his finger at just the right angle to make your cock fatten and thresh before he revoked it entirely from your body only to make space for two. He was being self-indulgent, you spreading your legs wider intuitively as the Duros shifted his unnaturally lank appendages within you, back and forth in a sawing motion as you buried your face in the curve of your elbow.

“Ye stink a desperation,” Bane nearly purred, the scent of your pheromones starting to have an effect on the hunter that made him feel almost complacent while at the same time murderous. He kept that part of himself in check, however neutralizing eons of Durosian evolutionary tactics sometimes proved to be a challenge. A warm-blooded mammal such as yourself was a thing often considered to be food, and especially ones who could not protect themselves, or those who wriggled as if they were prey caught in a trap.

“If Ah didn’ know any betta,’ Ah’d say dhis was yer plan all along, kid...” Your breath caught in your throat as you tightened your abdominal muscles reflexively, Bane expanding those slender digits inside you as he stretched you open. His free hand reached around the other side of you to gingerly cup your balls, the cushy coolness of his skin leaving you unprepared as he caressed your sac in a gentle massage with all five massive fingers.

“F-fuck,” you stammered out, precum leaking out of your dick’s slit. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined someone as eerily sinister as this bounty hunter could absolutely blow your mind at the same time as causing you to want to blow your load. "That's banthashit. I could care less," you lied.

“Wait fer it,” he whispered silkily in your ear, jeering you for your obvious neediness, releasing your testicles to draw himself away. “Yessss,” he rasped snidely, the two fingers inside you pumping more steadily until he left you empty and desirous as you pathetically whimpered for more. “Dhat's why yer bent over fer me all nice like."

“Fucking tease,” you managed, spitting the words off your tongue contemptuously as the weight of the Duros shifted off your back as he pushed himself up, leaving you inclined across the speeder. Then, you smelled something - the distinctive scent of smoke.

You sat up and whorled around, facing the Duros head on as he had the nerve to light up another cigarra with you bare-assed in the middle of the woods. He took a leisurely drag as you glared heatedly with your pants halfway down your legs, Bane exhaling a thick plume as he grinned at you, fangs displayed in a show of almost cheerful satisfaction. “Pay back’s a bitch, ain’ it?

His own cock still stood at attention, engorged and bluish green; the fact he was in absolutely no rush at all when you so urgently wanted to be pounded into the ground was infuriating. It was your turn to be unappreciative, your surliness unable to be suppressed as you decided to insult the man for lack of better judgement.

“You’re a bastard,” you mumbled, not expecting anything in the way of retaliation, though Bane surprised you by switching gears without so much as a hat tip in warning.

The hand not holding his smoke extended in the single blink of an eye, nearly engulfing your throat as it pinched closed around you. Even though you were scared shitless, Bane had not troubled himself with applying any pressure. You thanked the stars even as you trembled, floundering to rein in your flight response.

Bane emitted an ugly sound, bordering the cusp of a hiss mixed with a savage growl that set your teeth on edge while concurrently making every part of you tingle. He entrapped you again between the bike and himself, this time facing you as he leered vehemently into your eyes.

“Ah bet ye think de sun comes up jus te hear ye crow.” You were entranced by his bold stare, his red depths molten and mesmerizing, stealing you away to another place entirely so that you nearly forgot where you were, or what was happening. “Maybe yer de one who needs de wake up call.”

Instantly you were brought back to the present, Bane shoving you backward as he impressed himself into your hips. Again, something cold and moist intruded upon you, Bane aligning himself at your back entrance as he worked his way into your warm innards.

If you thought his fingers had made you feel full, it was nothing compared to his alien anatomy, the Duros essentially ribbed for your pleasure. You could perceive every unique facet of his length as it moved through you, deeper than he had bothered to penetrate before.

You choked out a sound that transformed into a groan of near-to rapture or relief; it was as if you had long been deprived of something that your life depended on, and were only now finally receiving it. You equally felt pain, your walls spanning to accommodate his foreign presence, but despite everything you were thrilled with this sudden escalation of events.

You belted out a full-fledged moan as he inched his way to the rear of your nether regions. You panted through a mix of depraved satisfaction and a sense of overwhelming satiety. His tool was sizeable, stuffing you to the brim. “If only ye stole priceless Jedi artifactss as well as ye take dick,” he japed, needlessly needling you for fun.

The Duros lifted you up by both corners of your tunic after he settled his cigarra between his lips without so much as an afterthought, dragging you up with his cock still adjoined within. He set you down on the edge of his bike’s saddle, dredging his large fingers into the fabric of your garments. Much to your glee, the hunter used it as leverage, Bane leaning forward to rut into you as spirals of dark smoke jutted heavenward, the cigarra’s fumes filling your nostrils with its pungent odor.

Though Bane’s wiry physique might trick some into thinking he was weak, there was power behind his thrusts, the hunter laying his cock into you aggressively; his movements were almost artful, yet intense. The oily slick coating his member was a godsend, soon any discomfort you felt being chased away as pleasure took over, both your arms spreading out to either side of you on the speeder.

One hand grasped a handle, while the other gripped tightly to the seat. You steadied yourself against his barrage of long, slow strokes, the Duros releasing his hold on your clothes, seeing as how you were doing most of the work for him by now; all he had to do was grind his hips.

He did just that, watching the gesticulations of your face as he picked the cigarra from between his teeth, one arm extending outward for a hand to cradle the back of your head as he pulled you forward.

You suddenly wanted to kiss him; it seemed that he intended to kiss you. You went for it, placing your outspread palms on either cheek below his breathing tubes as you positioned your mouth adjacent his.

Bane accepted, opening his fang-filled maw wide enough to let your tongue slide in, though what happened next took you by surprise. He exhaled the build up of smoke that had gathered in his lungs directly into you, shot gunning the remnants between your parted lips.

You inhaled on instinct, tasting the flavor of his vice. It was dark and earthy, spiked with a smitch of what you thought was Spice. You coughed inadvertently, expelling it back out. Bane smirked toothily as he flicked the butt off into the dirt.

“Didn' exspect ye te be so green,” he said offhand, though his words lacked animosity.

The Duros’ own hands moved to cup your face unexpectantly; he pressed his forehead against yours without warning. He purred, rubbing his rostrum all over your head, hair, and skin in an attempt to mark you with his scent.

Just like that he recoiled, eyes alit with malice, as if he himself had been caught unaware of his own actions. The purr contorted into a throaty grumbling, Bane deciding to turn your head sharply, giving him access to your throat while at the same time making it so he did not have to look directly at you.

He pressed the slits beneath his eyes just below your ear, drinking deeply of your personal fragrance before he licked you across the entirety of your neck.

Bane’s warm breath caused another round of horripilation, the hair on your body standing at attention as you shivered all over. His tongue worked its way into your ear once more, his teeth biting down on your fleshy lobe.

He stayed there, groaning inoffensively, all the while pumping his cock into you as you allowed this odd treatment of your person.  You had to admit that even though you had expected the hunter to sodomize you without remorse, and you keen for it, he was being rather courteous in the way he fucked you.

“Feeling affectionate, are we?” you breathed out against his duster, the Duros’ mood taking a turn in a less pleasing direction as he snarled outright, retracting from you entirely. You thought you should have removed the impudence from you tone; it was just too fun to poke and prod at him.

He pulled his member out of you, leaving you barren and distraught; you highly regretted taking a dig at him quite suddenly. You reached out a hand, Bane skirting you as he grabbed you by the scruff of your collar once again. He flipped you over as he had done before, this time sinking his knurled dick in you without an introduction or reprieve from start to finish.

Bane levied himself on either side of you, a blunt force pressed flat against your ass as he pushed up into you, touching that erogenous place far within as you bit down harshly on your lip. You were vocalizing loudly now, an insurmountable deluge of pleasure flooding your sensory receptors as he continued to jounce into you with increased momentum.

You could not help yourself. You attended to your own cock, your fist tightening around your shaft as you received stimulation from both ends. Your legs quivered as you tried to stay your balance, the bike beneath you now welcomed as you gave in, hips rising for an even deeper reach.

“Yer gonna choke one day on all dhat shit ye talk,” Bane berated, his body oriented level with yours as he mercilessly hit your sweet spot. You gasped with every breath, a sensation building up upon itself as you ground your teeth, still daring to run your mouth even now, so close to orgasm.

“Then I’ll see you in hell,” you demurred halfheartedly, speaking through another moan of ecstasy.

The hunter did not reply, but hissed something along the lines of disapproval, so overcome in the moment with the anticipation of his own release that he was beyond bothering to respond to you. He locked onto your hips, spindly fingers alternating between the actions of compression and distension, Bane kneading your malleable flesh like dough as a lecherous rasp clawed its way to the surface and washed over you.

It was the last thing you were fully cognizant of, your mind bathed in a volley of white-hot sparks as pinpricks of stars formed in the corners of your eyes. You breached the limits of your mental willpower, holding off for as long as you could, your own fingers still caressing the length of your cock as Bane remained sheathed tightly inside you. The combined friction and varying attributes of his unique tool sent you over the edge, your cum beginning to spurt out across the bike seat.

Bane continued the relentless pursuit of his own pleasure as you peaked, your ears perking at a sound in the distance, though your thoughts were muddled and misty as you tried to make it out.

Gasping for air and still riding out your orgasm, pants having fallen to your ankles, Volrik finally decides to make his appearance, a knapsack secured across his back. The sound you had heard was the approach of his speed-bike, traveling at high velocity down the singular trail through these woods - the trail that was only two dozen steps away from where your campsite resided, and where you were currently being fucked by a notorious Durosian bounty hunter in the now full light of day - your former partner having seen your scandalous tryst from atop his mount.

Volrik slowed but did not stop, his eyes wide and mouth hanging partially open in his overt astonishment. He was not entirely looking where he was going; you bellowed out to Bane to redirect his attention, no matter that he himself was balls deep in your guts.

In that moment, Bane had taken to unleashing his own seed; it was frigid and thick, filling you right where you stood: still bent over the bike, and now yelling as the other man began to exhibit a stupid grin, then downright laughing as he sped past you. “That’s him!”

The man was hooting and hollering as he got further and further away, and you growing angrier by the second, though Bane kept undulating his hips. He reached down where his holster lay slack against his leg, the Duros drawing out one LL-30 BlasTech pistol. Even as you squawked like an incensed nuna, Bane shot him dead from some distance away, rutting out the last drops of his load into your now sore ass.

He shucked you off himself, your insides left vacant as his spillage seeped out of you and dribbled down your legs. Bane turned and walked away, so quick to recalibrate and recoup, making his way toward his own meager pile of belongings. You assumed he had the intention of cleaning himself up.

He tossed you a rag which you took gratefully, doing your best to rid yourself of the aftermath. You hurriedly dashed off down the path and toward where he’d felled that asshole as soon as you had buckled up your pants.

You glared at Volrik as he stared blankly up into your eyes, his soul having already left his body; he was nothing but a lifeless corpse, Bane approaching with the gait of a silent killer. You had not even noticed he was there except by the faint smell of his cigarra, the residue sticking to the fibers of his clothes - he was right behind you.

You jumped despite yourself, though taking it in stride as you squatted upon the ground to avoid drawing more attention to your show of nerves.

You searched the contents of Volrik’s belongings; it did not take you long to find the secret compartment hidden in his satchel that housed the two Jedi Medallions you had been after. They were awarded to a Jedi when they graduated from Knight to Master, and they were particular to the Old Republic era, wrapped carefully and protected in a separate pouch.

You removed the artifacts, tilting them to see in the rays of the sun that filtered in through the trees, Bane leaning against a nearby trunk as he crossed his ankles, a small hint of a smirk lining his nearly lipless mouth. You grinned at him, putting them diligently back into safekeeping, then claiming your victory offhand. “Looks like I come out on top,” you bragged flagrantly.

“Fweh,” Bane tsked, clacking his tongue against his fangs, using this opportunity to insult you. “Never in yer life.” He snickered, arms settling in more tightly about his waist as he got comfortable, that large hat of his drawn down over his searing eyes.

You began strolling back towards camp, unable to rid yourself of your proud smile, even though Bane had done the dirty work. You realized there was a joke there. “Oh? Perhaps once we get paid I can buy you a drink. Maybe then you’d be the one to loosen up,” you enticed him, your expression taking on a somewhat devious, yet flirtatious appearance, though you knew this would only get under his scales.

Cad Bane knew what you were hinting at; he growled somewhere behind you. In reality, you found it to be a pleasing sound. “Piss off,” he griped, brushing past your shoulder in order to be the first one to arrive back to camp. “Jus’ get me de creds ye owe me b’fore Ah decide te end ye after all.”

It was a wonder he hadn’t offed you yet. You thought he must quite like you, but maybe that was just wishful thinking on your part. Your grin only widened as you replied. “Patience, Bane.”

You were lucky that he only shot you with a look and not his blaster, though if looks could kill, you’d sure enough be dead.

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Masterlist

Cad Bane Masterlist

[saber-slutt]

It Just Makes Sense (Cad Bane x F!reader) 18+

Hey gang! A fic with smut! Who cheered!

Anyways, 18+. I’ve decided that my whole blog will be 18+, so please block me if you’re a minor, thanks!

≽^•⩊•^≼ Warnings: Smut, m receiving (f receiving in next chapter), female reader, dirty talk, mating cycles, Cad Bane

≽^•⩊•^≼ Please leave criticism! I’ll take anything, I just want to improve at writing

Cad Bane liked to consider himself above the primal instincts that resided in the core of every being. He was a hunter, of course, but a sophisticated one. That’s why this time of year, in the weeks leading up to his mating period, he was rather irritable. Quick to snap at Todo, reserved towards you, and overall angrier. It sucked. For you, specifically. You had only known Bane for a few rotations. You met him as you held a lot of information on one of his bounties, and you helped him catch the guy (rather gleefully, too, that man had stolen many credits from you). Bane took some pity on you, as your life resembled a lot of his youth, and invited you to work aboard his ship for a while. Your smarts and beauty would surely come in handy in trapping and luring potential bounties. And it had. But maker, you were wishing you could go back in time and not take this job. Credits be damned. Looking at his beautiful face be damned. Bane was being a dick. And he was getting worse everyday.

You had sympathy at first. You knew Duros mating periods were rough. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not feel like yourself, and giving into something that wasn’t you, but still, somehow was. But right now, Bane was taking it too far. He acted as if you couldn’t do anything right. Ship maintenance, cleaning, cooking, it was all wrong to him. And he brutally vocalized his displeasure. Your patience was wearing thin. Just one more week, you thought as you bit back your tongue from his recent snap, (“I don’t know why ah’ took you aboard, you can’t even clean a damn window right!”) just one more week until he’ll be down for a week in a pheromone crazed episode. Then I’ll be free from him, and he’ll come back normal.

You sighed as you sat back in the copilots seat, hesitantly turning to Bane. “Listen, your mating period is coming soon. Do you have any plans? Where are we gonna stop and wait, while you, y’know?” you began.

“Shuddup. Ah don’t wanna talk bout it with you.”

“Come on, please? It’s getting close now. You’re not the only one this affects. I really know nothing, and I need to make some plans. Do you need help with arrangements?”

“Ah don’t need your damn help! Jus’ stay out of the way and stop bein’ an idiot,” he shouted, before stalking out of the cockpit to his quarters.

You turned to Todo, whispering, “Is he always this much of an asshole before his mating period?”

Loud footsteps charged back into the cockpit. Oops. Not whispering quietly enough. You couldn’t even react before long fingers wrapped around your throat and lifted you from the copilots chair to standing on your tip-toes.

You gasped, while he growled, “You have no idea what this is like. I’ve handled it for almost thirty years before you, and I will handle it after you. Unless you want me to fuck you for a week straight, I suggest you be silent and stay out of the way.”

You only stared back with wide eyes.

He dropped you back into the seat and stalked off again. You didn’t dare to breathe.

Four days had passed since that incident. You hadn’t spoken to him. You knew he would never force you into anything, but he had also never been physical with you. He had scared you, plain and simple. You sighed as you sat on your bed in your quarters, fiddling with a sweater you were knitting, feeling rather bored. One of your favorite pastimes was annoying Cad Bane. But now, you were confined to isolation. Worse yet, you still had no idea what his plans were to take care of his mating period. Which was a problem, considering it was three days away. He was also becoming antsy (sexually). You had never heard him take care of himself before; he once joked that jacking off requires more effort than just walking into the nearest bar and finding someone to suck him off. You had heard him a few times at night in the past week, groaning and growling through the walls. You felt a wetness between your thighs at the memory. Maker, you wished you could hear him groan and growl in your ear, hands wrapping around your thighs as he spread you wider, pounding into you at a merciless pace as you could only whimper-

“Hey, lil’ lady,” Cad Bane interrupted your thoughts, standing in your doorway. You jumped out of your skin. “There’s a brothel on Nar Shaddaa that caters to species mating periods. We’re going there soon. You can just lay low on the ship for the week.”

You didn’t say anything, a look of fear etched on your face. You prayed that he didn’t suspect what was just running through your mind. Hopefully, he would leave soon, before his olfactory organs could pick up on your pooling wetness.

He sat down on the edge of your bed.

Shit.

He raised his head to the air, eyes closing, and basking in the scent of the room for a moment. “Doll, you can’t do this so close to. . . it’s unfair.”

You stayed quiet and wide-eyed, truly not knowing what to say next.

“Ah’ could really go for a lil’ taste, right now.”

You sucked in a breath, “Bane.”

He moves closer, taking your face in his fingers and forcing you took look at him, “It’s takin’ everything in me not to jump you right now, and pin you down while I fuck you so hard you can’t stop screaming,” he growls, before backing off as quickly as he had started toward you, “Course, then I wouldn’t let you leave, and you’d be stuck with me for a week.”

You were breathing heavy now. Lust clouded eyes meeting Banes’ own. His self control was truly impeccable. Three days, give or take, before he would enter a pheromone-filled, sex-crazed episode, and he was restraining himself.

“I’m setting a course for Nar Shaddaa,” he growled, standing, leaving your room and slamming your door.

Maybe a few months earlier, you would’ve left it at that. But you had grown closer to Bane, and you trusted him. And truth was, you were worried about him. Unlike Cad Bane himself, you were open with your emotions, and you wanted him in good hands during what you knew was a difficult time for him (also, the prospect of him undressed and wrapped up with someone else send jealous pangs through you). You maybe, possibly, had a tiny, itsy-bitsy crush on the Duros. The moment you laid eyes on him, you were down bad. And spending a few months in close proximity with him did not alleviate these feelings. You decided that you would proposition him for his cycle. It just makes sense.

You walked nervously into the cockpit. Cad Bane was sitting straight as a board in the captains chair, staring out at the hyperspace blue illuminating the front windows.

“Cad,” you started, the name foreign on your tongue. You didn’t call him by his given name, out of an unspoken sort of respect, but now you needed to truly, truly, speak with him.

“Go to your room. Now.”

You let out a shaky breath, “Listen-“

“If ya stay here any longer I can’t be held responsible for what happens to ya. It’s here earlier than I thought,” he drawled. “I want ya to go to your room and lock the door. Don’t let me in no matter what I say. We won’t make it to Nar Shaddaa in time, because I’ll be fully under in a few hours.”

“And what? You’ll go through it alone?”

“Yep. Grab some food and water for the week.”

“Wait, just wait, what if I do it?” you questioned, a bit frantically.

He said nothing, scoffing at your hasty proposition.

“I’m serious! Everyone knows how bad Duros breeding cycles can be. If you don’t have someone, you’ll be in hell. I don’t want that,” you pouted.

Internally, Cad Bane didn’t want to argue. The image of you under him, face twisted up in pleasure and completely at his mercy was difficult to pass up. But it’s a lot to ask of someone. You’d be exhausted by the end of it, bruised and busted. He’d get to reap all the benefits from it; a week of pleasure with a pretty person. Not to mention the possibility you could get pregnant, which neither of you could handle. But still, you were offering, and he’d be in hell otherwise.

“You understand what that entails?” he queried.

“Yes, sir,” you spoke softly. He shifted.

“Still, der are some things you gotta be clear with.”

You were feeling brave now. “Okay, but, what if we take the edge off first? Before we go through the details” you questioned, eyes gesturing to the bulge in his pants. He straightened up again, silent as all hell but letting out a curt nod, signaling his approval.

You lowered yourself to your knees. He watched you intensely, but remained unmoving and stiff. Gingerly, you undid his fly and pulled him out, already hard. You looked up at him with doe eyes, before kitten-licking his tip. He shifted and lightly hissed at the contact, bucking slightly. You licked again, and again, gradually licking longer stripes, as Bane’s resolve dissipated.

He growled, “Put me in your mouth. Stop teasin’ me.”

You complied. You were unfamiliar with Duros anatomy. His cock was long and ridged, and almost indigo in color. Maker, was he long. You felt a gush of liquid between your thighs at the fact. Surely, you’d see the bulge in your stomach when he split you open.

You worked Bane’s cock like your life depended on it. You bobbed your head up and down, hollowing out your cheeks and applying slick pressure with your hands where you just couldn’t reach. Filthy, wet sounds filled the room as you occasionally let him hit the back of your throat, tears welling in your eyes. You let out a couple of whimpers, which based on the way he growled and bucked in return, he greatly appreciated.

“It’s gettin’ close doll,” he let out in a strained voice, “swallow all of it.”

You whimpered in response. Cad Bane’s self-control snapped. He grabbed the back of your head, fingers wrapped up in strands of your hair, and forcefully guided you up and down his cock, moving you so fast you didn’t have time to breathe. Tears fell from your eyes. With barely a grunt as warning, he came, spilling past your tongue and down your throat. He held your head on his cock and didn’t allow you to move, forcing you to drink every last drop, moaning before each time you swallowed. And maker, was there a lot of his cum, and you knew it would definitely spill out of you in the future. Finally, your mouth slid off Bane’s cock, a strand of spit connecting your lip to his to his tip. Panting, you look up at him. Expecting to see a sated Bane, instead you were met with an even more lustful stare. You felt heat rise in your cheeks.

“Not bad, lil’ lady,” he began. “But I’m still hoping for that taste I was talkin’ about earlier.”

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Apart from my sideblog where I reblog some to-reads from last year, this is on my list. Beep if I missed something!

But before that, I'm gonna reread the Tiniest Council because it literally is my most favorite ;---;

Skin and Scales - some Bossk love, hnng ;//////; *smooches*

Skin to Skin & Fate's Right Hand (3) - Cad Bane

An Honest Day's Work - Construction Boba eyyyy e////e

Life Day - @kimiheartblade (reserving)

Fireplace - Ayane Arinori

[M] Poets and Painters - Commander Wolffe x Reader {Early Morning} {Midday} {Late Afternoon} {Evening} {Deep Night} {Golden Dawn WIP}

Also, I'm gonna cry at how cute my A03 theme is; MFKN DUCKS.

[downrightembarassing]

Salt

I started this when it was 105 out and all I could focus on what how gross it felt. Now it’s winter. Enjoy.

Cad Bane x dear reader, 18++++, NSFW, swearing, alien anatomy, alcohol use, M/F, yeah I didn’t proofread, Cad’s an ass and I’ll stand by that, kinda gross but what else do you expect from me

Inspo from a wonderful piece of art by @deepbluespace4 (definitely don’t read this if it’s not your thing, no worries) and of course anatomy inspo from @sinisterexaggerator

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It’s hot. Way too hot. Thank kind of heat that permeates everything, sucks your energy dry, and leaves you repulsed by your own flesh.

Sweat drips from your hairline, down your neck, to tickle down your back before absorbing into the tight tank top or continuing further to soak into the top of your cotton underwear. The thin shirt, barely there shorts, hair up in a messy bun, anything to take advantage of air movement to cool your overheated skin.

…if there was any air movement, a breeze would be too much to ask for on this god forsaken rock you found yourself on. The water bottle is empty again, you really should get up a refill it…for the fourth time, and it’s not yet halfway through this planet’s day cycle. With a curse you leverage yourself up from your position by the ship’s open cargo doors. You had settled there at sunrise, attempting to take advantage of the desert morning chill, but the doors had opened with a blast of hot air accompanying the rising suns. Grumbling to yourself you refill the bottle and grimace as warm water slides down your throat.

That damn bounty hunter said this was a quick stop, so where the hell is he?

Resettling yourself at the doors, your mind drifts. Cad Bane, you had heard of him before, but it was a surprise when he contacted you for help on a job. Sure, you are an accomplished thief but no where near as notorious as the blue Duros. Once he explained his plan it made sense to bring along someone with your skill set, and the amount of credits he had offered bordered on obscene.

So here you sit, sweating on this blast furnace of a planet, waiting for Bane to return. He had mentioned meeting up with an informant early this morning before swinging a long leg over his speeder and disappearing into the haze.

You spread your legs further apart and lean back, attempting to minimize skin on skin contact and the feel of your sweat soaked limbs sliding across each other. Nothing seems to help, not even that trip to the refresher earlier. As soon as you had stepped out to dry yourself perspiration broke out all over your body, mixing with the water to leave trails down your skin.

Everything is just hot, sticky, and gross. The taste of salt from your sweat has become a constant companion, lingering around every sip of water. Idly you wonder if Bane would react if you just stripped down to your thong and spread yourself out on the durasteel floor of his ship. A small giggle escapes you, that might get a reaction from the stoic hunter. He had been professional, bordering on cold, since he hired you and seemed to ignore your presence on his ship.

——-

Another hour ticks by before you see the telltale dust from a speeder in the distance. Finally, the hunter is coming back and you can escape to the cool depths of space. Rousing yourself from your seat, you glance back and are disgusted at the moist imprint of your thighs on the floor.

Cad Bane parks his speeder and steps through the open cargo doors, pausing as he adjusts to the dimmer light. He is all hard planes and angles, lean limbs wrapped in a massive trench coat, and those searing red eyes contained under a broad brimmed bolero. One large hand reaches into his jacket, pulls out a bottle, and tosses it to you.

Reflexively you catch it. It’s cold to the touch, spare chips of ice clinging to the base. Immediately you press the cool glass to your overheated cheek.

“What’s this?”

The blue Duros pulls an identical bottle out and cracks the lid. “It’s da local hooch, figured ya needed a cool down since we’re stuck on dis planet fer another day.”

“Fucking wonderful.” You mumble, closing your eyes and soaking in the chill of the bottle before it warms. Condensation drips down to the base, falls to your chest and runs down the swell of your cleavage. You can feel the slightly cooler trails of water as they wind tracks through the salt on your skin.

——-

Bane freezes, the bottle halfway to his hairline lips. He watches the trail of moisture slowly slide down her chest, making patterns on her sweat slicked flesh.

Her attire is a pleasant change from her normal garb. The tiny bottoms, barely there top, hair up exposing her sweet neck…so different from the loose pants and sweaters she normally wears around the ship.

He can see so much of the smooth, pliant skin slick with moisture.

He can sense the heat radiating off her body.

He can smell the salt.

Hiring the little mammal worked well with this job, and he was pleasantly surprised to find her mostly naked back at his ship, almost glowing with radiance. Guess leaving the AC off to save energy had other perks.

With a slight sneer he takes a swig of the hooch. It’s passable, not the worst he’s had.

A harsh cough echos around the room, followed by a groan. She’s finally tried her drink.

“What the hell is this stuff? It tastes like shit!”

Bane’s sneer shifts into a smirk as he replies. “Best dis skughole can offer I’m afraid.”

He watches her grimace and take another swig.

——-

As repulsive as the alcohol is, it’s helping. The day continues to heat up, but you’re able to focus on your growing buzz. The bounty hunter has even loosened up, and the two of you swapped stories for a bit before a comfortable silence grew.

With a groan you stretch your shoulders and eye the Duros. Sweat continues to soak through your clothing, as you spread yourself out on the floor. Legs wide, torso propped up by an elbow, and the now warm bottle casually held in your hand. Between the heat, the salt crusting your shirt, and the alcohol in your bloodstream you’re ready to strip. Professionalism be damned.

“How are you sitting there in a damn leather trench coat?!” You moan. “I’d have passed out by now.”

Bane idly swirls the dregs in his bottle. “Duros are cold blooded sugar, I don’ regulate heat like ya’ warm bloods.”

“I feel so damn gross!” You groan “Duros don’t sweat either?”

He takes a sip. “Dis’ temps just fine by me, and nah darlin’. None of that secretin’ stuff.”

“Lucky, I just want to peel everything off.” you whine back, pulling your shirt away from your overheated skin.

The bounty hunter arches a brow ridge at you. “Don’ stop on my account.”

You shoot the Bane a mildly surprised glance. Is this a courtesy or something more?

Whatever it is, it’s too hot to care at the moment. With a sigh you peel off your soaked shirt, no response from the Duros, and with the liquid courage in your system you lift your hips to pull down the cotton shorts.

It’s not any cooler in your breast band and skimpy thong, but at least there’s less fabric clinging to your body. Leaning back you take another sip of your drink.

It’s terrible…and warm now, but focusing on that helps you ignore the sweat trickling down your limbs.

Spread your legs a little wider, lean back a little further, rest your head on the durasteel. The Duros doesn’t care anyway.

——-

The Duros in question watches the human strip.

Watches her peel the clothing from her warm body.

Watches her spread herself across the floor of his ship.

He sees the sunlight dapple across the sheen of moisture. She’s soaked in it. The reflections bead along her skin, trailing into the curves of her body.

He can almost smell the warmth…can definitely smell the salt.

She arches an eyebrow at him.

“Like what you see Cowboy?”

He grins at her, baring all the fangs his heritage graced him with.

“Careful sugar, don’ wanna get dis ol’ hunter excited.”

She laughs and stretches. Again he watches the play of light across her slick skin.

“Yeah right.” She scoffs “It’s so disgusting out. I can’t even imagine how gross sex would be.”

To prove her point she rolls to the side, intending to show him the damp patch of floor under her body, but all Bane sees is the thick flesh of her ass barely contained in her tiny underwear…the sweat dripping down to soak the fabric.

A quiet rattle emits from his chest, deep and feral. Just a small vibration, a warning she misses.

——-

You roll back over and meet the scorching red gaze of the bounty hunter. His eyes roam across your exposed form and his fingers twitch.

Huh. Guess the notorious Cad Bane might be interested in something besides credits.

In an alcohol induced rush of confidence (and a move you probably will end up regretting later) you arch your back, teasing the hunter just a little…tiny…bit more.

You smirk at him. “It’s still too hot to do any of the things you’re thinking of buddy.”

“Don’ be so sure sugar…”

A short bark of laughter bursts from you. Sliding a hand through the pooling sweat on your abdomen, you offer it to the Duros. “See this? It’s gross. I don’t want to touch myself right now, let alone touch anything else.”

Those fathomless deep red eyes go slightly unfocused. He inhales deeply and his thin lips pull back, exposing a mouth full of predatory canines.

Your body tenses. Through your slightly buzzed haze you realized you might have pushed him just a little…too…..far.

——-

Watching her run those sweet little fingers along her body, sliding across the slick heat of her skin…well enough’s enough. The cocky little mammal is going to learn a lesson about teasing a hunter.

When her body tenses he moves. She barely has time to squeak before he is on her. From her relaxed slouch half leaned against the wall he contorts her body into a position to please himself.

Pressed against the wall, both forearms tacked above her head in a bruising left handed grip, him on his knees, legs spread above her hips while he forces her head to the side. The Duros leans in, breath brushing her ear. A tiny tremor travels down her body and his lips break into a cruel smirk. “Itssa’ bad idea ta tease li’l lady.”

Finally he bends his head to her neck and takes his first taste. One long lick, from her shoulder to just behind her ear. The tang of salt and heat fills his mouth as he almost delicately scrapes his teeth along the column of her throat.

A breathy whimper escapes as her lips part.

Cad Bane grins wider and continues.

——-

It all happened so fast. One moment you’re laying in a puddle of your own sweat and the next you’re pinned to a wall panting as Bane devours your body.

You should have stopped him, told him no. This is definitely a bad idea. But as soon as his tongue traced up your neck, tasting salt from your shoulder to your hairline, you moaned and tilted your head for easier access. His tongue was…cold? Cooler than your flushed skin and it felt divine.

His massive blue hands roam across your skin, dragging patterns through the sheen on your body. Every pass cools a little of the heat outside you and stokes more heat inside you. At some point he’s unwound your breastband and now he’s palming a breast when leaning in to take your nipple into his mouth. At the first touch of his cooler lips you moan and arch, forcing more flesh into his mouth.

Right. Cold blooded.

Sharp canines nip and tug at your skin, sending little shivers of pain through you as he sucks. The hand not pinning your wrists moves down to fondle your remaining nipple and the chill of his touch has both peaking.

He continues his exploring, tasting, absolutely consuming every inch of skin he can reach. It reminds you less of foreplay and more of a predator deciding if a meal is worth the effort. A shiver of fear creeps down your spine, adding to the arousal building in your core.

Massive blue hands slip slide across your torso, down your back, over your thighs as his mouth continues to abuse your chest. With you legs half bent you can feel moisture trickling down from behind your knees, over your calves, to drip on to the floor. It’s distracting…it’s disgusting.

You manage to find your voice and gasp out “Bane!”

He ignores you and continues his explorations. His hands move lower and lower, sending little flickers of arousal to your core. But your mind is focused on how gross you feel, slipping in your own pooling sweat.

You try again. “Dammit Bane, it’s too…fuck…too hot. Later, we can do this la……FUCK.”

During your tirade the bounty hunter sinks one long, knobby finger into your tight cunt and begins to slowly pump. Subconsciously you tilt your hips, allowing him better access to fuck you on his fingers.

“Not so bad now issit.”

He’s finally lifted his face from your chest. He might not sweat, but the secretions pouring off your body have done enough. His face, from nose plate to chin is wet. It’s dampened the edges of his body suit where he’d rubbed himself against your dripping flesh.

Gasping slightly, you open your mouth to respond. The sight is vile, the salt and moisture coating you both shines on his strange skin. Instead your breath hitches as the Duros inserts another long finger and begins working your body closer and closer to climax, ignoring the fluids covering his face and hands. Your retort dissolves into a high pitched whine.

It feels too good. His long digits, almost twice the size of your own, reach deeper into you than you previously thought possible. He’s curled them slightly and every pump presses against a spot that sends white hot sparks up your spine. He releases your wrists to trace the lines of sweat down your abdomen before pressing firmly just above your pelvis.

You cry out, a sharp surprised noise of pleasure. His hand thrusting into your cunt increases it’s pace, pounding into you as your eyes roll back and you surrender to the sensations he’s pulling from your body.

He watches you closely, watches as you tense, breathing sharpens, eyes wind shut in preparation for your climax. It’s so close, one more pound into that delicious bed of nerves…..

He stops completely, quickly removing those mild melting digits from your throbbing cunt.

Your eyes snap open, slurring out a needy sound of denial.

“Patience li’l lady, had ta get ‘cha ready fer a Duros.” He leans back and straightens his bent form.

He’s still straddling your hips as he begins to strip. Layers of leather, metal, and fabric are cast aside quickly, with a few droplets of your sweat flung around the room. With a final smug look he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his trousers and, with a surprising amount of showmanship, frees his alien anatomy.

Your brain stutters. There’s two ridged cocks, stacked on top of one another, with copious amounts of slick leaking from the deeper blue tips. They are inches from your lips. On a whim you learn forward and swipe your tongue across a tip. It’s salty…like everything else.

Bane emits a rattle, it’s dangerously close to a purr. Your cunt throbs in anticipation.

“Turn ‘round.”

Slithering your legs through the puddle of sweat you comply. He doesn’t move, knees wide and gaze burning as he watches you present yourself. Peeking back you see one massive hand stroking his twin length, slicking himself while he watches you struggle on the slippery floor.

It’s almost gentle, the way he caresses the meat of your ass while lining himself up, tracing the moisture that beads across your flesh. Both heads probe your entrance, pressed together by his other massive hand.

Slowly, oh so slowly, you feel the deep ache as he splits you open. The stretch is incredible, mind numbing, as the pressure mounts the deeper he goes. Shivers begin to build, mouth hanging slack, while the hunter slides in.

Not soon enough, way too soon his hips press in to you. The spread in your core is incredible, every nerve ending alight with stimulation. He pulls back slightly and slams back in.

White flashes at the edge of your vision. A hand slips in the puddle, and you roughly fall to your forearms. The hunter continues.

———

The sounds echoing through the ship are obscene, wet flesh against wet flesh as the Duros pounds his lean hips against your ass. His hands crawl across your body, gripping tight enough to bruise to keep from slipping in your sweat. One large hand slides up your back, tangles in your hair, and pulls.

The effect is electric, pleasure hums down your curved spine as you’re pressed closer to his lean frame and his cocks press new nerve endings. Moisture pools between you as his chest slides back and forth along your back. You can feel every scrape on your skin from his fangs as the salt is pressed in.

The adjustment in position drives him deeper into your wet heat and you cry out, gasping as each hard thrust pushes you closer to euphoria. His grip on your hip tightens, grabbing muscle and fat without any care for the marks he’s leaving. Even with his brutal grip his hands struggle for purchase on your soaked and dripping skin.

Sweat runs down your forehead, into your eyes, and you shut them tight against the sting.

Your back arches further.

He winds you up tighter.

He rasps into the skin of your shoulder “Gonna fill ya up sugar” before clamping his teeth into the soft skin where neck meets shoulder. You feel the pain of his canines piercing your skin, the sharp bite of the salt seeping into the wounds.

With his words the rhythm changes, you feel him harden. The stretch of two sends you over the edge, cunt clenching as your climax rips through you mercilessly. The peak is vicious and dirty, magnified by the denial earlier, and pleasure floods your body. Screaming out your euphoria, nails scraping against the floor, your mind blanks as the space between your bodies floods with heat.

The Duros’ lean hips stutter, rhythm breaking completely as your walls pulse around his lengths. Teeth still buried in your shoulder, he groans and hilts, filling you up with his cooler release. Unconsciously you shiver as it leaks out around the base.

——-

You lie there in a tangle of limbs, some of them yours, some of them his. It doesn’t matter what leg belongs to who, your sweat coats everything. Even the smallest movement slicks more moisture between your entwined bodies.

“Fucking hell….dammit. I told you this was a bad idea.” You moan. The aftershocks of your climax fade and revulsion replaces its glow. Everything…just EVERYTHING is hot, slick, and sticky. It’s the most gross you’ve ever felt, his release dripping down your thighs to mix with your own twining through your sweat. There’s no escaping it, heat and moisture and salt feel like they’ve permeated down to your very bones.

“Dat’s right, thanks for da reminder doll.” he rasps, as the Duros gropes for one of his wrist gauntlets. He’s still buried to the hilt in your spread, oversensitive sex and you grunt slightly at the movement. One dexterous finger, still wet from your body, presses a control key at the base of the gauntlet leaving a halo of moisture on the device.

Immediately a solenoid clicks somewhere deep in the ship, and a blessedly cool (if somewhat stale) draft runs across your overheated skin. Goosebumps prickle across your entire naked body.

Bane adjusts his arms, preparing to pull his rapidly softening members out of you.

Oh hell no. You grab his forearm, fingers gripping tight in disbelief.

“Your ship has AC?!” You’re voice cracks in surprise and rapidly building anger. “You have AC and you didn’t….all fucking day I was here…..what the FUCK Bane?!”

He spares a glance down at you, noticing the rapid cooling of your flushed skin. A smug smile crawls across his face.

“It was a damn good way ta get’cha naked,” he shrugs, “anyway runnin’ it’a waste a fuel.”

[zeenmrala]

Expensive Tastes - Cad Bane x Fem/AFAB!Reader

SUMMARY: As an immensely wealthy heiress, the ongoing Clone Wars are making your life increasingly complicated. Being rich and influential in a galaxy-wide conflict comes with many problems: problems that threaten, plot and talk too much. Problems that need solving...permanently. So of course, you have hired the most renowned bounty hunter in the galaxy to locate the source of these problems, and subtly take them out. But after completing his third job for you, Cad Bane offers much more than his usual solutions – and the understanding between you blossoms into a new, more bountiful arrangement. RATING: 18+. This work is explicit due to sexual content, MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. WORD COUNT: 5.5k CW/TW: Reader is a rich bitch, cis woman, with she/her pronouns. Alcohol, brief and very mild threat. Pure, shameless smut. Brat-taming, name calling, degradation, dirty talk, masturbation, biting, smacking, spanking, hair-pulling, vaginal fingering, m!receiving oral sex, rough unprotected PiV sex.  NOTES: This is another filthy one, and my first time writing for Bane. You also can read this fic on AO3.

Expensive Tastes - Cad Bane x Reader

You lounge back on your chaise longue, draping your body across it with a severe lack of the elegance and grace that should befit a woman of your station, a flute glass of your favourite wine held lazily in your hand. The sunlight pours in through the doorway, the warmth kisses your face as you indulge in the sweet, chittering noises of summer on Naboo. You have stolen a precious week away to unwind in your secret vacation home, having finally found time to escape to the islands and the waterfalls of this beautiful planet. It is such a dream in itself – the weather perfect, the location exotic, your home plush and extravagant.  

But to be able to distance yourself from the insipid, relentless idiots who so unashamedly beg and fawn for your credits is what is truly priceless. The brief reprieve from the constant throng of nattering politicians is utter bliss. Their insistence on licking your boots, being so desperate in their demands, unyielding in their mooching and scrounging – by the Galaxy, it is exhausting. You curse yourself for having ever expressed interest in their cause: you should have insisted on staying neutral in their ridiculous war. It would have at least kept them somewhat at bay.  

But now you are finally alone – well, except for your protocol droid, affectionately named Mo – but she doesn’t really count. You know she is currently wandering around somewhere outside, as you have demanded that she stay far, far away from you. No one is to bother you for the next day at the very least. Your only company is to be the sun, your drinks and silence. No messages, no transmissions, no interruptions. You release a dreamy sigh, shifting softly beneath the sun’s warmth on your skin.

At just that moment, the light from the doorway is suddenly blocked, throwing you into shade. With an irritated grumble, you turn curiously to see what is stopping it. If it is that blasted droid again you will consider shutting her down for good. You open your eyes, about to curse her out for finding a reason to interrupt you in spite of your very clear commands. But it isn’t Mo.

You recognise the silhouette of this person immediately. That tall, relaxed physique, the way he leans so nonchalantly against the door frame. That kriffing hat.

Cad Bane, bounty hunter and mercenary for hire, stands in the doorway of your villa.

“How did you find me here?” you seethe as you lean forward, staring him down.

“Easily.”

“Out,” you say through gritted teeth as you slump back and close your eyes. You cannot believe that he has the audacity to show up. Not only at the location of your very hidden holiday home, where you so clearly do not wish to be disturbed – but also after the kark he pulled the last time he was with you? There is no way you are humouring him. No way.

Blasted man. 

“I am not dealing with your nonsense today. Leave.”

“Now that’s no way to speak to the fella who saved your skin,” he drawls, his voice modulated by those strange breathing tubes he uses.

“Oh do shut up,” you retaliate. “I told you to contact me via holo only. And how dare you track me here? Was I not explicit in my instructions?”

“Eh.” He brushes you off. “I was in the neighbourhood.”

“Not likely,” you say with a pretentious scoff. Even so, you shoot him a curious stare. Surely he would not just happen to be on world, and in the most lavish, upscale part of the planet at that?

“Aren't you pleased to see me?”

“You are fortunate I even hired you again after the havoc you wreaked last time I saw you. Cad Bane, you are pushing your luck.”

“And clearly already pushing your buttons.”

You ignore him, though you open your eyes to scrutinise him. “Don’t you have a sleemo to hunt down? I am not paying you to bother me.”

“I did the job,” he replies with a shrug.

You arch a brow in disbelief. “Already?”

He nods, and you sit up eagerly. “I can’t believe - did you confirm the kill?”

“Obviously,” he says defensively, sauntering into the room. “What do you take me for?”

You nod, relieved, and then drain the wine from your glass with a shrug. “Well I thought you said you weren’t an assassin.”

“I’m not – but I can be anything for the right price,” he asserts as he further paces into the room. “It was an easy job. Much too easy for what you’re paying. What’s the catch?” he adds suspiciously, twirling the toothpick between his teeth.

“There is no catch. I wanted him gone.” You collect yourself, crossing your legs and meeting his eyes. “As for the payment, I can dock it if it would make you more comfortable.”

“You wouldn’t dare, little lady.”

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?” You roll your eyes and shake your head before continuing - though you are now much more short with him. “Money is no object or obstacle to me. I can afford to hire the best, and so I do.”

He smirks. “The best?”

You immediately realise your mistake of stroking his ego, and you groan. “Do not flatter yourself, Bane. Your services are simply a means to an end.”

He ignores you, now helping himself to a drink from your personal mini-bar. “So who’s next?”

“What?”

He removes the toothpick from his mouth and flicks it to the floor. You flash him a glare but he smirks, maintaining eye contact with you as he leans against the bar, and then knocks back his drink. He then grabs the bottle and moves to pour another.

“Careful,” you warn him. “That bottle is worth much more than what you have earned in the past month.”

He nods. “Yes, I’m sure it is - you have very expensive tastes.”

He then pours himself an even larger measure. The bastard. 

“You must have another problem for me to solve,” he states. "Once you've paid me for the last one, of course."

You sigh.

“Hey, I’m not judging you lady. This was number three, over the course of what – six months? You most definitely have another.”

“Not for you.”

“I haven’t let you down yet, have I?” He finishes his drink, then places the glass down with a gentle thud. “But I also ain’t begging for your business.”

You sneer at him. “Good. I am sick of your attitude. I shouldn’t have hired you again after the kark you pulled at our last meeting.”

He groans. “If I didn’t step in you’d be long dead…”

“Bane, you killed four of them!” you snap, a harsh bite to your words, and you stand. “Four bodies at my door. Four. The whole point of my hiring you was for secrecy, subtlety. Everything is much too fragile for anything less.”

“I know what I’m doing,” he replies apathetically. “It was necessary.”

“Please. Don’t act like it wasn’t some absurd, self-indulgent show of heroism. You have always been trying to prove something to me,” you taunt him.

He scoffs, shaking his head. He is closer to you now, so close that the edge of his large hat is almost shading you.

“Low-life outlaw,” you add with a callous mutter. 

“You ain’t worth the trouble,” he grumbles, ignoring your insult. “I only stepped in because you had yet to pay me.”

“Is that why you are here now? To be paid? Is that all?” you ask, twisting your empty glass in your fingers. He squints his eyes at you, then looks down to your hands.

“Thirsty, little lady?” he asks with a patronising hum. “Why not fix yourself something?”

“Do not tease me. You know I don’t make my own drinks.”

“Obviously,” he says, walking forward so that he is manoeuvring you backwards. He swiftly steers you until your back is against the wall on the other side of the room. “You’re much too grand for that, aren’t you?”

You swallow down the lump in your throat at how easily he has cornered you, and a slight apprehension takes a hold of you now. You are alone with a very dangerous man, and nobody knows where you are. But what fear you expect to feel does not settle. In fact, you notice a completely different feeling altogether… He brushes his fingers against yours as he takes the wine glass from your hand. His touch causes a surprising shock of heat to shoot through your core, and you register that the threat of him being here…well, it is somewhat appealing to you. And if you are honest with yourself, so is his arrogance and unwavering confidence - though such qualities often vex and enrage you, they have slowly made you warm to him in a way that you were never intending to act upon. Not until now, it seems. You find yourself appreciating the sight of him, and then swiftly hoping that he is as attracted to you, as you are to him in this moment. 

You look up at him curiously, attempting to keep your sudden desires from burning behind your gaze. You are now astutely aware of the fact that only a thin, satin robe stands between him and your naked body. The robe ends just above your knees, your legs painfully bare, and you suddenly feel a gorgeous, enflaming vulnerability. Just the two of you. No interruptions, no expectations. 

Your self-preservation bleeds away, and you swiftly want nothing more than to piss him off and further rile him up, to see how far you can push him. To see if he’d really go as far as touching you harder, caressing your skin possessively with his long, steady fingers. To see if he wants you, like you want him. The idea is suddenly all engulfing, and you now crave nothing more than to know how it feels to be fucked by such a threatening, perilous man.

As if sensing your bravado he tsks, and purposefully lets the flute slip from his fingers. It drops to the floor, the glass shattering with a sharp clink against the cool, marble flooring. The sound briefly pulls you from your shameless longing. You contain a gentle gasp, and flicker your eyes to the floor, scrutinising the mess he has made. 

“Hmm. That was worth more than the life of the first man I paid you to take.”

“Is that so?” he asks nonchalantly, his leg now grazing the bare skin of your thigh. “Pity.” 

A lust-drenched whimper slips from your lips as you meet his large eyes, and you see his expression slightly change with surprise. Pleasant surprise, judging by the way he now further looms into you.

“What’s this?” he asks softly, his tone somewhat mocking and cold.

This is now much more intense. You are intimately close as he boxes you in, one of his arms now resting on the wall behind you, above your head. He looks down at you with a sly half-smirk, and something about his bewildered yet expectant expression makes your heart pound loudly in your ears. Your breath hitches and you feel a lightness surge in your middle. He leans even closer, and you feel that hot, delicious stirring in your loins – and oh Stars, you do want him. You find that your desire is almost close to dizzying, so much so that you have to remove your eyes from his, moving your gaze down and away from his vivid red stare to gain some composure.

“You got something to say, little lady?”

You groan at the use of that condescending pet name, but your mind is so wracked with arousal and filthy thoughts of what you want him to do to you, that your lips are unable to form words. You can only mewl an encouraging moan as he pushes his leg further into yours. 

Up until this moment, he has been consistently slow: a lazy and over-confident air to him, as if he could take or leave anything you would offer. But now, he suddenly moves ­– he reaches behind you, using his swift reflexes to quickly and harshly take a handful of your flesh, to grasp your ass tightly with his long, blue fingers.

You release a hiss, your eyes flickering up, returning to his.

“Pretty thing,” he mutters. His other hand finds its way to your chin, and he caresses your jawline with a featherlight touch. “I got you right where I want you,” he drawls huskily.

You find that you naturally arch into him. “You really think I’m pretty?” you ask innocently, flashing him a brazen smile. 

“Can be. When you close that pompous mouth of yours,” he says, both of his large hands now unabashedly feeling you up. The hand at your face slips down to your throat, then lower to caress the curve of your breasts. The one at your ass moves up, so now both of his hands grip your waist and then squeeze at your hips. His grasp bunches up the fabric of your robe, exposing your upper legs. 

“It’s a shame you can’t shut me up then,” you quip back, hoping he’ll take it as a challenge.

“Careful what you wish for,” he purrs in reply, sliding his hands back down and beneath your robe, feeling at your behind again, though this time, your ass is bare. His palms are warm, and his skin is rough in comparison to yours. His fingers remain strong, and as he kneads at your flesh it is as though he is determined to squeeze more of those desperate little whines from your lips. You allow him a few of your whimpers, but do not permit him the satisfaction of making you moan. Not yet.

He’s going to have to try harder for that.

“Can’t say I was expecting this,” he confesses. “Are you really willing, lady?”

“Yes, I am willing. I want this,” you consent, leaning further into his touch. “You aren’t all bad. I suppose you have been good to me,” you admit quietly. “In a way.”

“I know,” he agrees, promptly pulling you forward and twisting you around, pressing your face into the wall. He growls into your ear as he pulls up the material of your robe. “And you have been nothing but an ungrateful, mouthy bitch, haven’t you?” 

You hum a moan at the severity of his words, but do not yet fully submit to him, instead trying to encourage him to discipline you further. 

“Whether what I say is ungrateful or not,” you reply stubbornly, “I mean every word I speak.” He only grumbles in response. 

And then he slaps your ass hard. 

The ensuing clap of your flesh being hit with his large, open palm makes you whimper, the sting of the impact unfurling a hot, urgent spike of desire. You groan in surprise at his sudden harshness, but also at how such treatment stokes your lust so deliciously. Your lips tug into a reluctant smile as he rises to your bait, and he hums in delight at your reaction.

“You like being treated like the dirty slut you really are, don’t you girl?” He purrs it, gracing your flesh with another harsh smack. When you do not reply, he strikes you again, the growing warmth and biting pain on your skin causing you to cry out. 

“Answer me,” he demands. 

“Yes,” you admit, and he slaps you once more, much harder this time. Your eyes begin to water as his hands then squeeze at your hot skin again, and you inhale sharply at the sweet ache of it. 

“No one else dares to speak to you like this, do they? Treat you like this?” He presses the weight of himself against you then, letting you feel the hardness of his erect cock from beneath his trousers. He grinds it into you. “And you love it.” 

The truth of his words makes your face and neck burn almost as much as the globe of your ass now does, but you do not disagree with him. He continues his intoxicating, incessant mockery. 

“Oh, you crave somethin’ bad, don’t you,” he drawls, bringing his lips to your ear and nipping at your lobe with his sharp teeth. He rutts his hips forward harshly with his next words. 

“You want someone dangerous to come and rough up this perfect little life of yours.” 

He pauses, sliding his hands up to your shoulders, dipping his fingers forward and pulling the robe away from you, exposing your back to him.

“Rough up this sweet, soft body of yours.”

And then he leans forward and bites at your shoulder blade, letting the material in his hands drop to the floor. You groan at the electric sting of his teeth, at how you are now fully exposed to him, at how he uses one hand to hold you still at your waist. 

And how the other now slips between your thighs. 

“Not so fancy now, are you?” he scolds you, noticing the extent of your wetness as he teases his fingertip at your drenched slit. “Not now, when you are acting like some desperate common whore.”

He dips further into your heat, his long fingers now rubbing languidly at your swollen clitoris. You shift and spread your legs wider, his cruel teasing so arousing that it is already almost too much for you to bear. You place your hands against the wall so you can push on them and arch your back further into him. 

But then he removes his hands from you entirely. You whimper at the loss as he now places his long fingers over the top of yours, stroking them.

“Such pretty, small fingers,” he remarks, sizing up the immense difference between his hands and yours. He grabs your wrists and holds them harshly in one of his big hands, and whirls you back around. He then bores his eyes into yours with a severe demand. 

“Touch yourself with them.”

He roughly pushes your hands to your cunt, and then steps back, running his eyes over you - savouring the sight of you naked and disheveled for him. You blush furiously, though being so exposed to him in this way is as intensely arousing as it is humiliating.

“Don’t be shy now,” he teases. 

You shake your hair out of your face and take a deep breath. Then you close your eyes and lean back against the wall, moving your hands further between your legs, your fingers easily slipping into your own slickness. 

“Look at me,” he commands. You do as he says, and you open your eyes. “Look at the low-life outlaw you’re so desperate for as you fuck yourself with those sweet, little fingers.”

You release a deep, shuddering breath as he uses your own words against you, and they flame the fire of your arousal so severely that your legs almost shake. He notices immediately and scoffs in pity. 

“Or maybe a lady of your standin’ would be more comfortable on the chair?” He reaches forward and pulls you back to the centre of the room, then pushes you down onto the couch. There is no wall to lean into now, and nothing to hide behind. You bite your lip, your eyes wide and pupils blown with lust as you look upon him in slight disbelief, the sunlight you previously indulged in alone now illuminating every part of you so clearly for him to drink in.

“You look better down there anyway,” he says, and wanders back over to your bar, leaning against it with a cruel grin. “Now spread your legs and get to work.” 

You do as he says, slowly opening your thighs wide and exposing the dripping core of yourself to him. He stares, watching as you slowly tease yourself. The pleasure of his weighty gaze and your own touch soon causes your eyes to flutter shut. 

“No, keep ‘em open,” he demands. “Keep your eyes on me. And let me hear you.” 

You do as he says, touching yourself with more and more pressure as you watch him drink away at your liquor, as you watch him lounge against the small bar, his eyes fixed on your heat. You give in to the moans that emerge from your throat, hearty and raw, as you play with yourself more and more fervently in front of him. You soon find your line of sight dropping to his crotch, where you now see the shadow of his cock straining against his clothing. Your mouth begins to water.

“So impatient,” he mutters, and slowly begins to walk over to you. When he reaches you, you go to move, to lean up to him and feel him - but he stops you, pushing you back down into the couch.

“I didn’t say you could stop. Keep goin’.”

You do. You move your fingers in divine, quick circles over your clitoris, your eyes fixed on his, looking up at him pathetically. He groans at the image of you like this, desperately spread open for him, doing as he pleases. You see him palm his cock with one of his big, blue hands. You soon feel that blissful tight heat coiling beneath your belly button, and you can sense that your orgasm is already so close. He must notice too - he must see the way that your lips part further, how your eyes glaze over in pleasure, because he takes back control immediately.

“Don’t stop touchin’ yourself,” he says. “But don’t you dare come before I do.” 

Cruel, bastard man, you think, throwing back your head and groaning in both delight and dismay at his instructions. 

“Look at you, so rich and noble, dirtying yourself with the likes of me,” he mutters. “You filthy little slut.”

His words almost topple you over the edge, but you resist by pulling away from your clitoris and instead plunging your fingers into your soaked entrance, gritting your teeth as you fight your climax and begin to penetrate yourself. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praises you. “I see you behaving."

You watch as he now undoes his trousers, pulling free his thick, blue cock. He strokes himself, moving closer. “You think you deserve this now, little lady?”

You groan as he brings his cock to your face. You move your hands quicker, drumming your fingers in and out as fast as you can, suddenly so hot. 

“Open,” he instructs, and you do. You part your lips as he brings the tip of his girthy, blue shaft to your mouth. You lap at him immediately, licking at his hardness, obedient and desperate to please him. He groans and snakes his hands into your hair, tugging you forward.

“Knees,” he murmurs and you obey, slipping off of the couch and on to the cold ground. You keep touching yourself as you work him with your mouth, the taste of him intoxicating, his thickness already beginning to choke you as you try and take him fully down your throat, greedy and ravenous for more of him. 

He growls seductively at your enthusiasm, clearly impressed by your efforts. “Stop touching yourself now,” he says. “Focus all you got on me.”

You do. The next stretch of time is spent with you sucking and lapping at him devoutly, your hands working his base as you gag around him. You make a complete mess of yourself, your eyes streaming, your lips dripping with your own saliva. He encourages you on with deep, husky groans that are only broken by his addictive praise, and his degrading, delicious commentary.

“You ain’t no better than me,” he says, holding himself deep into your throat. “And you ain’t ever gonna act so stuck up again once I’m done with you.” 

You moan, feeling yourself becoming even more soaked, your cunt clenching on to nothing. You pull back and gasp for air. “Please,” you beg him, “please touch me.”

A cruel, lust-drunken chuckle. “But you’re looking so pretty on your knees like this,” he taunts you. 

A high-pitched moan falls from your lips in response. “Please, Bane…”

The sound of his name being used by you in this way almost persuades him. He has never heard you refer to him with anything other than resentment or apathy, and the desperation of your tone, the yearning that coats your words…it’s a rush.

He grabs you by your upper arm and heaves you to your feet. You lean on him, hands on his chest, and he snakes an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. You inhale deeply as he pulls you in, and he smells like your expensive liquor - and when he provides you with the small mercy of finally pressing his lips into yours, you can taste it on him. You whine into his mouth as he deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue past your teeth, the fingers of his free hand holding your face. You groan as you relax further into his tall, slender frame, the passion of the moment taking you both by surprise. You put your weight into him, attacking his mouth with your own, unable to get enough of the taste of his tongue now that you have it. 

He soon returns you to the couch, pushing you up so you can lean back against it. His hands dance across your breasts, squeezing at them, his touch suddenly so soft and tender. He trails his hands down your chest, your stomach and then he reaches your blazing sex, that now aches so intensely for him.

He spreads your legs with one hand, the other he uses to support himself, leaning against the backrest behind you, so that you can look up at him as he finally dips those long fingers inside of you. As he begins to fuck you with them, he is able to reach far deeper than you were, deeper than any of your other past lovers have been able to. He brushes upon that sensitive part of you deep inside, that part that makes you writhe beneath him, and it is such a glorious, scorching bliss to have him stretch you in this way that you throw back your head with a shameless cry. You gaze up at him, looking on as he watches your cunt, groaning as he sees how deep you can take him. You note that he is still fully clothed, still wearing that ridiculous long coat, his large hat looming over you. You also realise that he is still armed, his two blasters holstered on his hips. 

“What do you think you’re looking at?” he asks as he catches your gaze wandering to his weapons. You smirk, softly grunting at the sweet intrusion of his fingers, slowly meeting those red eyes again.

“Just…my favourite…lowlife out-law,” you manage to say between your panting and soft cries.

He chuckles at that. 

“Flattery don’t suit you girl,” he teases with a grunt. “Though I have changed my mind,” he adds with a sultry smile. 

“W-What?” you ask, his pace increasing slightly. 

“I want you to come on my fingers, little lady.”

You whine as you now feel his thumb rubbing at your clitoris. 

Oh, Stars.

“Can you do that for me?”

You nod, as you can already feel it building, the drawl of his deep voice further encouraging your climax to bloom. You roll your hips down on to him, and you hear him emit a deep grunt as you shamelessly grind further into his touch. He keeps working you, unforgiving in his determination to make you a shameless mess for him. Your slickness is so loud and wet, the smell of your own sex mixed with the sweetness of his hot breath so rich, and combined with the sheer reckless and untoward nature of this entire situation, it all comes to a sharp peak - and then you feel your orgasm blossom to life and rip through your core, the hot relief of it washing across your nerves and blowing your senses into chaos.

“That’s my girl,” he mutters as your walls clamp around him. He says it so softly that you almost do not hear it. And then he groans as he watches you lose yourself, all because of his words, and his touch. You blink up at him, noticing the self-satisfied arrogant smirk on his face.

You want to snap at him, say something to rattle him - but you can hardly think straight. Your skin now shines with a light layer of sweat, your chest heaving as you try to regain your breath and recover from the intensity of your climax. 

“Mmmm,” you hum, trailing your fingers up his breathing tubes and gently tugging him forward, determined to wipe that smug look from his face in whatever way you can. So you catch him in a kiss, and as you feel him shift above you, you harshly bite down on his lower lip. He curses, as he clearly was not expecting it.  

“You feral little tooka,” he grumbles, pulling back from you. “Seems like I still gotta fuck some manners into you yet.”

“You can try,” you retort as he picks you up and then bends you over the couch. You spread yourself wide, arching your back to him, angling your cunt into the most efficient means of getting fucked by him. You hear him spit on his hand, and he slicks his cock with it before aligning himself at your entrance. 

When he finally pushes inside of you, you cry out in relief. He moans in the most unmeasured way yet, and it pleases you to hear him come undone like this, so vocal in his gratification. His rhythm is incessant and decadent from the start, and he is so rough with you, his grasp onto the varying curves and planes of your body is entirely divine. His devotion to fucking the insolence out of you is both impressive and sublime, as he fucks you as though he has never wanted anything more than to make you his, holding you down with unyielding strictness. He relishes in the desperate noises that you make for him, and you cannot help but release more and more of them - because he feels so good, there is no way that you could ever contain your cries of pleasure. Not when he drums himself into you like this, again and again. 

“Bane,” you groan as he laces his fingers into your hair and then pulls. He smacks your ass with his other hand, and you yelp as he begins to pound himself into you harder, the sound of him slapping into your wet cunt so heady and opulent. You cry out his name once again, noticing how it makes him curse and falter in his otherwise merciless pace. 

You lose yourself in him completely and the time melts away as he uses your body for his own pleasure. Eventually you hear a deep groan, and then feel him stutter in his thrusts as the richness of your heat overcomes him. You whimper his name as he loses all control, and when he comes deep inside of you, you groan your own string of self-satisfied whimpers. 

His hold on you slackens as he relaxes under the bliss of his own climax, and you collapse beneath him, thoroughly spent. He groans and drops down beside you, laying back onto the couch. He lazily drapes an arm across your shoulders, pulling you onto his chest.

The two of you are wordless as you both get your breath back and regain your composure. He silently pulls himself up and walks away, but you don’t watch him go. You close your eyes and relish in the sun on your skin, your body buzzing from the relief of your surprising relations with Cad Bane.

You then feel a soft coolness drape your skin, and you open your eyes to see that he has returned your satin robe to you. You pull it on, and then look up at him, seeing that he has taken himself back to your bar, because he has returned to you with a flute glass of wine in his hand. He offers it to you, and you smirk up at him, plucking the stem from his fingers and accepting the drink with a sip.

“So,” he says, breaking the silence, then sitting next to you and adjusting his hat. “What’s the name of the next target?” 

You roll your eyes. Back to business, then. “Oh, this one will not be as easy.”

“Try me.”

“He’s a Jedi.”

“My specialty,” he replies smugly. “Though I’ll definitely need payment for the last job first, and an advance on this one.”

“You’re still pushing your luck.” 

“Well, you said it yourself - you can afford to hire the best.”

You’re going to regret that slip up for the rest of your days. He rests a hand on your thigh, lazily trailing his fingers across your skin.

“Me and my expensive tastes,” you grunt in reply, sipping at your wine. And silently, you think, he’s worth it all, down to the last credit. But when you catch him flashing you a wicked, arrogant grin, you swear that you will never, ever tell him such a thing.

You wouldn’t dare. 

–

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Prompt: Dad Cad and his kids coming home/caught sneaking home drunk for the first time. They got it from their mom. Hilarity ensues. A hint of walk of shame maybe? 🤔

The Bounty Hunter’s Guide to: Breaking Curfew

Summary: In which the Little Lady stays out a little late, Bambi operates flight machinery under the influence, and Bane nearly wears a rut in the floor.

Pairing: Cad Bane x F!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Rating: General.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, nonconsensual drug use

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Bane has spent an unhealthy amount of time taming his nervous tics. He's as cool as can be at all times -- no lip biting, no finger tapping, no pattern to his toothpick gnawing. He is completely unreadable in the face of an adversary.

...in the face of two missing kids, however, he might as well be a neon billboard.

His leg joggles. He drums his fingertips together. He bats his toothpick between the corners of his mouth with his tongue.

He wishes you were here and not out burgling trade secrets from an arms manufacturer. You'd know what to do. You're much better with the whole 'kids will be kids' thing. You call it mother's intuition but as far as he's concerned, it's extrasensory.

Like when you let the kids walk to the corner store for the first time. They took a bit too long getting home and he was convinced they'd been kidnapped. Turns out there was construction and they had to take a detour.

Or when they stole his gun belt. He was furious, but you told him to cool it. Turns out they were getting a nicer one made and needed the sizing right.

Somehow, you're always right about these things. He could use that assurance.

Part of him is relieved it's both of them missing and not just the Little Lady. Cold, perhaps, but she's fifty kilos soaking wet and just as pretty as you are. An easy target for an unsavory type.

Bambi, on the other hand, is sixteen years old, already taller than his daddy, and built like an upside down tortilla chip. He’s more than capable of protecting his big sister.

They're probably fine. He knows this. And yet here he sits, bouncing his leg and tapping his fingers and chewing his toothpick. 

Sometimes he wonders when he went so damn soft. Was it when you handed him his son, minutes old and still covered in blood and amniotic fluid? Was it when he first laid eyes on the Little Lady, small and sweet and unmistakably his?

No, it was when he gave you that head start on Nal Hutta, all those years ago. Just moments after he fell ass over teakettle for you.

A hard thunk from the balcony catches his attention. He jumps to his feet, hand hovering above his blaster.

He sneaks over to the door and silently slides it open. He steps out and into the shadows. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon and there's still plenty of dark to conceal him.

A pale blue light grows brighter, accompanied by angry, slurred muttering. "...piece o' shit railin' an' boots an' fuck-all everythin' everywhere..."

The second voice is more enunciated. “Just shut up and try to stay even.”

A pair of thin hands grab the railing, and the Little Lady hauls herself atop the railing. She reaches downwards, but is rebuffed. Bambi tries to swing a gangly leg over the railing, only to get himself stuck. He taps at his wristcom to deactivate his boots, and the blue glow fades.

Bane watches him try to get over the railing. Slurred words, lack of coordination... The kid's drunk as an acid skunk.

The Little Lady tries to help, but Bambi shoos her away. “ ‘m fine. I can do it--”

“You’re gonna fall and break your neck is what you're gonna do,” she replies.

“ ‘m fine. S’all fine,” he slurs. He gets himself upright enough to straddle the railing. He lets out a dopey giggle. “Heh. Speeder. Nyoom...!”

He starts to tip and the Little Lady darts her hand out to snatch him by the back of the collar. "Shut up before Daddy hears you," she hisses.

And there's his cue. He tosses his toothpick away. "Li'l late fer dat," he says, stepping out of the shadows.

The Little Lady yips in surprise and whirls around. Bambi tries to reach for his blaster, but he's not wearing his holsters and he grabs air. He twists to find them and falls backwards over the balcony without a sound.

The Little Lady's hands fly to her mouth and her eyes go wide. "Oh shit."

Bane touches her shoulder to calm her. He tosses his chin at Bambi rising back over the balcony, a little rattled but no worse for wear.

"I knew it!" His hover is unsteady, and he struggles to keep himself upright. "Yer tryna flip-icide me!"

Bane raises a brow. He watches carefully as Bambi gets up and over the edge, landing in a heap of gangly limbs on the ground. Satisfied that the boy is safe, he turns his attention back to the Little Lady.

"Yer curfew's midnight," he says simply.

She bristles slightly. "It's not my fault!" she says. "He kept wandering off and I had to chase after him." The bristles fade as she crosses her arms. "He's completely zonked. He can barely walk."

Bambi makes a horrific retching noise, and the putrid smell of acid fills the air.

Bane's stomach churns, but he keeps his own dinner down. "Get one of de shitty towels and meet me in de downstairs 'fresher."

---

He feels a bit bad throwing Bambi into a cold shower fully clothed. But it'll wash him off and sober him up enough to function.

At least his whining is funny.

"Why do you hate me," Bambi grumbles, looking for all the galaxy like a kicked puppy.

Bane snickers to himself. "Suck it up."

"You suck it up." Bambi tries to grab a bar of soap -- your citrus-scented one, Bane notices -- only for it to shoot out of his grip. He grabs it again, only for the same thing to happen. He gives Bane a pathetic look. "Soap's broke."

Maker's sake. "Arms up, kid."

Bambi obeys and Bane lifts the shirt up and over his head. Tossing it into the laundry, he grabs the soap and gets to work.

He intends to manhandle the boy a bit. Treat him like everybody else he's had to clean up after a rowdy night out. Rough in his scrubbing and half-ass it enough to make it clear he'd done it begrudgingly. 

But he doesn't.

A gentle touch comes unbidden, the same he used when Bambi was five years old and so sick with virid flu that he couldn't even keep water down. You had put him in the bathtub while you called a doctor, leaving Bane to mind him.

The poor kid was too exhausted to even cry. Just sit there and stare sadly at his little feet, eyes puffy from a lack of sleep, and occasionally retch up nothing.

Bane gave that boy the greatest bath of all time. Used the nicest soap, the softest washcloth, the warmest water. Bambi was dead asleep when the doctor finally showed up, bundled in a fluffy towel and smelling like a rose bush.

But Bambi isn't a baby anymore, and Bane knows this. He just cleans what he has to as gently as he can -- chest, neck, and chin.

Bambi doesn't say a word for a long time. Bane thinks it's out of embarrassment until he actually does speak.

"S'not my fault," he murmurs. "Only had two... But the secon' one wass... Had t’ve been spiked. Hit like a freighter."

"Gotta watch what ya drink, boy."

The retort comes in the form of a snore. Bane looks up to see Bambi's eyes closed and his jaw slack. His chest rises and falls in rhythm.

He can't help but chuckle. Switching off the shower, he leaves the boy to sleep it off.

---

Like you, the Little Lady eats when she's troubled. Also like you, she tends to go for cold cuts straight from the package. Today, it's the capicola.

He catches her mid chew, her eyes going wide as her jaw stops moving. A little spray of green dusts her cheeks, and she swallows. "So ya gonna rip me a new one, or...?"

"Don't see why I should." He peels a slice of the meat from the butcher paper and takes a bite. "Ain't yer fault yer brother got drugged."

She slumps. "It was meant for me," she says quietly. "The guy brought us two beers and I gave Bambi the one meant for me, just in case." She picks at the edge of the paper. "It wasn't right, I know, but the guy was greasy and I couldn't figure out a way to get rid of it and Bambi's got a hundred pounds on me--"

"Yer brother's smarter'n he looks," he says. "He probably knew and did it anyways 'cause he knew he could take it."

The Little Lady lets out a breath like she'd been holding it all night. "You think?"

He nods and eats another slice of capicola. "Ask him in de mornin'," he says. He levels a finger at her. "Regardless, ya owe him one."

She nods. "I know." She examines a slice of meat. "Are you gonna tell Momma?"

"What's it worth to ya?"

The Little Lady narrows her eyes. "You're seriously asking for hush money?"

He gives her a wry smile. "Doesn't have to be money. Could be time, could be a favor..."

"I already owe Bambi a favor," she grumbles. "And I don't like owin' too many people favors at de same time, so I got no choice. How much ya want?"

It always makes him laugh when he sees himself in her. The voice of an old crook, coming from the mouth of a young teenybopper. "Most I'll ask for is yer allowance," he says. "Somethin' like thirty creds?"

She curls her lip, but snatches her purse from its hook and roots through it. She finds the credits and plunks them down on the table. Shoving a piece of capicola into her mouth, she glowers half-heartedly at him as she chews.

He chuckles and pockets the money. "Pleasure doin' business, li'l lady."

"Up yer nose," she grumbles.

He decides to let that one slide.

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Stardust Reblog Challenge October 2022 Part 2

You can find part 1 of this list here.

17th:

TBB + Fives & Gregor x Blind Reader HC`s See You with a Touch by: @zoeykallus SFW

TBB + Maul x Reader HC`s - Left Behind by: @zoeykallus SFW

The Light Between Oceans Chapter 2 - Rex x F!Reader, Fives x M!OC, Fives x F!OC by: @rowansparrow Mature

Mine and Mine Alone - Hunter x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

TBB + Rex x Reader HC`s - Sleepy Cuddles by: @zoeykallus SFW

Painted Nails - HCs of Clones who would allow you to paint their nails by: @zoeykallus SFW

TBB x Reader, Hurt/Comfort HCs - Its been a Bad Day by: @zoeykallus

Vampire in the Senate by: @ladysongmaster SFW

I`ll Always Wait for You - Frankie "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader by: @musings-of-a-rose NSFW

18th:

Walk Me Home Chapter 3 - Wolffe x Cherise by: @cyarbika Mature

Kinktober 2022 Prompt: Missionary - Jack x Fives. Clone Effect Crossover by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

TBB HC`s - Reacting to Abuse of a Teenager by: @zoeykallus SFW ( does have triggers )

TBB HCs - Please Dont Leave Me by: @zoeykallus SFW

TBB HC`s - Cars and Driving by: @zoeykallus SFW

Echo - There For You Ch.23 - Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

I`ve Got So Much Love For You 2/2 - Fives x Virgin F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Aggressive Negotiations - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus NSFW

TBB x Reader HC`s - Affectionate/Giggly/Touchy Drunk Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW ( Crosshair part duh )

A Love We Never Got Over - Cobb Vanth x F!Reader by : @nahoney22 SFW

The Beginning of Something - Tech x F!Reader by: @nahoney22

Under the Surface - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Gym Membership - Echo x F!OC by: @imabeautifulbutterfly SFW

Kinktober 2022 Prompt: Leather - Fem!Shep x Thane Krios by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Close Encounters of the Toothy Kind - Max Phillips x F!Reader by: @wardenparker and @absurdthirst NSFW

Clone Trooper Rambles - Surgery by: @wanderinginksplot SFW

TBB x F!Reader HC`s - React to your Jealousy by: @zoeykallus SFW

House of Sins and Pleasures IV - The Guardian, Din Djarin x F!Reader by: @princessxkenobi NSFW

One Last Time - Imp!Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Call Me Home: Life Else: V - Rex x F!Jeadi OC by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

The Cover of Night Ch.4 - Steven Grant/Marc Spector x F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

The Light Between Oceans Ch.3 - Rex x Reader, Fives x M!OC, Fives x F!OC etc by: @rowansparrow NSFW

19th:

Kinktober 2022 - Set Alight - Din Djarin x F!Reader x Cobb Vanth by: @ezrasbirdie NSFW

Dirty Little Thief 14 - Hunter x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Bad Moon Rising - Steven Grant/Marc Spector x F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

Clonetober 2022, Mercy Mission by: @ladysongmaster SFW

The Ultimatum 2/3 - Cad Bane x F!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

You Are Part of My Family - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Walk Me Home Ch.4 - Wolffe x Cherise (F!OC) by: @cyarbika NSFW

Hold Your Head Up High - Alpha17 x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Kinktober 2022 - ARC Echo x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Silent Night, Bloody Night - TBB x AFAB! Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Happy Halloween! TBB x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

The Puppy Surprise - TBB x Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Soldier Boy. 17 - Unforgiven, Fives x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Chin Up - Cad Bane x GN!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

Caught You Singing - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

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She Walks with Passion

Pairing: Cad Bane X Female Reader

Rating: M, for smut.

Notes: First Cad Bane fic, so please be gentle. Couldn't get this bastard out of my head since that BoBF episode.

You were walking down the streets of Mos Espa when you felt a chill down you neck. You look look behind you, but didn'tne see anyone. You still felt that same uneasiness as you look around, then you cursed under your breath.

Kriff.

Someone found you.

OK, sure you might have robbed some nobles on Coruscant and some Crime lords here on Mos Espa, but you thought you at least had some time to get away. You quicken your pace, trying to out walk your pursuer. But you still heard footsteps behind you. You quickly ran into an alley, trying to find a window or some balcony that could climb on to. You then heard spurs behind you and you whirl around.

You see a duro with a big hat pointing a blaster at you.

“Ah hell.”

There was a blue flash and then your vision went black.

***

you wake up slowly, groaning. You sit up slowly and noticed you hands in binders. You started to struggle with your binders when a deep voice piped up.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you, girly.”

You looked up at the source of the voice and your breath hitched.

Standing there with his arms crossed was that duro you saw int he alleyway. He stared at you with red eyes and you gulp.

“Y-Youre Cad Bane.” you said breathlessly. Hell, there is no one in the galaxy that doesn't know who Cad Bane is. You looked over his form and gulped again.

“Man, he is hotter that I thought.”

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Bane roughly pulled you up. He started to drag you towards the front of his ship.

“You gave me a hell of a hard time looking for your, girl.” he growled out “You kept slipping in and out of security so damn fast, it was like chasing a womp rat.”

You grinned at the insult, glad that your prowess as a thief was making waves. He then plopped you in a seat and went back to the controls.

“Soooo, where exactly are you taking me?

“Nevarro. Its a drop-off there, then off to prison for you.”

“OOO, which one?”

Bane side-eyed you, probably wondering why you were so giddy about jail.

“The central detention center.”

You wrinkled your nose at that

“Seriously? They could at least put me somewhere a little more challenging.” You huffed. You then stood up and dropped the binders you just got out of on Banes lap.

“I think you need these.” you said, as you walked out of the cockpit, wanting to stretch your legs.

You looked around the ship, trying to get a sense of the bounty hunters living space. He leaves very little out and very organized; a pragmatic man and minimalist to the core. You hummed as you looked around when something caught your eye.

His hat.

The wide brimmed hat that was the Duros personal signature. You try it on and giggled when it went over your eyes.

“Put that down”

You lift up the hat and see Bane glaring at you.

“Mmmm, nope. I think i might just keep it.” you said as you twirled the hat.

Bane growled as he tried to grab his hat but you kept it out of his reach. He snarled as he kept trying to grab it but you laughed as you kept it out of his reach. He suddenly body slammed you, sending you both falling to the floor. You groaned when you hit the floor, which Bane took his hat back swiftly and put it on his head. He stiffened when you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You both stare at each other and you smiled.

“See something you like, cowboy?” you whispered.

He leaned forward, your face inches from you.

“And what if I do, little lady?”

An idea wormed into your mind, its sound crazy and it might not go the way you want, but it would be so worth it if it did.

“Welll, we have a long way to reach Nevarro. We could...fill that time.”

You could see the gears turning in his head and he raises an eyebrow.

“ Are you sure you want to do that, girlie?”

“Hey, we are already worked up and its kinda been a long dry spell for me.” You said, cheekily, rubbing your foot on his hip.

Bane smiled, showing all his sharp teeth. He suddenly stands up, taking you with him. He slams you to wall, his chest against your back, trapping you.

“You sure you can take me, darling?” he rasped, siding his tongue over your pulse point, making you shudder. You could feel his hands run down your thighs, the thin cloth of your leggings making your skin tingle.

“How much do you want it?” he growled, his hands going to your chest, rubbing one of your breasts. You can feel his teeth on the nape of your neck, giving little nips. You moan deeply and he chuckled.

“You got to use your words, darling,” he drawled.

Oh kriff, you are soaking. You haven't been this turned on in ages; maker, and his voice, just makes it ten times more arousing.

“Yes, kriff, I want it. I want it.” you moaned out, “I want it so bad.”

Bane chuckled as he slid his hand down you leggings into your panties. He cupped your sex and you groan loudly.

“So wet.” he whispered in your ear, as he added another finger, moving them around. “You're burning up darling. It really has been a long dry spell for you.”

He nipped your ear, making you buck and moan louder.

“Kriff...fuck...keep doing that.”

“Keep doing what, girlie?” he said, “I need specifics”

“K-Keep talking.” you said, “Your voice...it turns me on.”

He stopped moving moving and cupped your face with his other hand, making you look at him, as thought he was trying to see if you were lying. He must not, cause his fingers starts moving faster.

“Oh fuck!” you screamed.

“Such a hot little pussy you have.” he growled, “So wet for me and hungry.”

You gasped as he moved his fingers settled on you clit, rubbing it vigorously.

“You cant get enough, can't ya, you horny little thing?”

Your hips jerk to take more of his fingers, but the hand on your hip kept you still. You nearly sob when he pulls his fingers away, but stiffen when you felt your pants and underwear pull down to your ankles. You gasped when you feel a cold cock rubbing your entrance.

“You ready for me, darlin?”

“Yes, fuck maker, give it to me!” you gasped

He slowly put his cock in you, both of you groaning from your tightness. He starts with slow thrusts, but he started to grow faster after hearing your lovely sounds.

“Fuck, yer so tight.” he groaned, “It really has been a long time for you. Poor little thing.”

Bane suddenly ripped open you shirt, roughly grabbing your breasts as he kneaded them. You moaned loudly from the feel of his calloused hands on your skin.

“I'll fix you right up. Give yer the pounding ya need,” he growled, nipping your neck, “That what you want, isn't it, darlin? You want me to fuck you so good?”

“YES!' you screamed, feeling the impending orgasm, gripping the walls for dear life. You felt Bane grabs your hips to thrust into you faster. You were almost to the ledge, when you reached over and pulled Banes face to your, giving him a scorching kiss. He made a noise of surprise, but responded back, his tongue twisting around yours. You suddenly scream into his mouth your orgasm crashes into you. Banes follows you shortly, cumming into with a loud groan. He pulled back with a sigh, and then his eyes widen.

“Ah hell...I didn't...”

“Relax cowboy,I have a implant.” you laughed out, “No babies here.”

He smirked at you and was leaning over for a another kiss when the door flew open.

“Oh my!”

You both looked to the side and saw Banes little droid, staring at you both and muttering apologies. White hot rage filled you as you stared at the droid.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” you screamed. The droid ran away and shut the doors. Bane stared at you, looking impressed.

“Bane...” you rasped, “I'm still hungry.”

He gave you a crooked smile.

“Then I ought to fill you up, darlin.”

***

You don't know how long its been since you two started. It felt like hours. Clothes were thrown all over the room as was Banes breathing apparatus.

You were both covered in cum, bruises and bites from all the positions you two did. You rode him, he took you from the front and behind again. It felt like he made you cum hundreds of times.

You both were now on the floor, with you sucking on his cock and him eating you out. You moan and you sucked, hearing Banes breath hitched as he came in your mouth and on your face. You shudder yourself as you came quietly, suddenly feeling very worn out. You flop to the floor next to him, laying next o Bane, who also looked worn out.

“You full up, darling?” Bane asked, making you laugh.

“Oh, definitely.”

You stood up with a groan, stretching your limbs with a crack. Bane watches from behind as his cum drips down your legs, appreciating the sight.

“You have a fresher here?”

He points down the hall.

“To the left.”

You hold out a hand.

“You want to join me?”

He smiles and takes your hand.

“Yes, ma'am.”

***

You both stood under the shower spray, letting the hot water run over your bodies. You moan as it eases the tensions in your muscles and gave Bane another kiss. He reciprocated, his hands settling on your waist while you put your arms around his neck.

There was no lustful frenzy this time; just a type of calmness, a gentle intimacy.

You both kept kissing, as though you still couldn't get enough of each other. Bane started to kiss your neck as he gently lift your leg. You moan at the action, pulling back to kiss his lips again. You both moaned as you kissed, feeling his erection near you entrance. You want to beg for it, you want it ag-

“Mr. Bane, we are almost to Nevarro.”

The two froze and then looked at each other. You sighed and separated from him.

The spell was broken, whatever moment you had was gone.

You both got out and dried yourselves off. You walked naked to room, picking up your clothes,which you noticed were a bit stained but not noticeable. You looked behind you and saw Bane was also dressed. He dusted his hat and put it on, and then looked at you with a raised eyebrow, holding out a pair of binders. You blew out a breath and held out your hands.

The rest of the ride was quiet as the ship finally settled on Nevarro. You stood next to Bane as the ramp goes down, barely listening to the transaction. You wonder just what happened; from the sex marathon to that rather gentle shower; what have you gotten yourself into?

You felt a hand on you shoulder to take you away, but you couldn't help yourself. You looked over your shoulder at Bane and gave him a wink.

“See you around, cowboy.”

You turn around to be led away, not seeing Bane smile, tipping his hat to you.

“See you around, little darlin.”

It was a week later he hear you escaped from the prison, giving the guards a wave.

Ah well.

Let the chase begin.

@eyecandyeoz @justalittletomato

[sinisterexaggerator]

I know the answers to like 99.9% of these.

But. Here we go! 👀 ⛔️

⛔️ "Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?"

Hmm, not exactly. I always have the intention of finishing something, even if it takes me a year or more.

Well, I guess there was this one for a young Trevor Philips and Michael De Santa in North Yankton for GTA V. Never got around to adding more to it, and probably never will:

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“Jesus, T! Get us the fuck out of here!”

“I’m trying M, but if you’re not satisfied with my driving skills, why don’t you sit YOUR fat ass behind the wheel?”

“Why the hell did you have to kill that guy?! He’s probably got a wife and kids!”

“Hey! He triggered the alarm! That’s why we’re in this mess.”

“No, we’re in this mess because you’re TRIGGERhappy!”

“Nananana… That snitch got what he deserved!”

Flashing lights, red and blue, reflecting off the crisp, white snow; two robbers running from the cops. Always running, forever, until the end of time, or at least that’s how Michael Townley felt, locked in tight by his seatbelt, the getaway car little better than a piece of shit, found somewhere off the beaten path before the job. It was a small-time gig, just a liquor store, but plenty of people warmed themselves by getting drunk; the register loaded down with money while its patrons were loaded down with booze; a typical, cold winter’s night for the pair of two-bit crooks.

Michael turned around, his weapon drawn, a pair of police cruisers in hot pursuit. They were firing their own rounds, aiming for the tires, and Townley knew he had to do something soon or wind up behind bars. “Can’t this thing go any faster, T?!”

“You know what’s REALLY fast? Your God damn mouth. Quit flapping your lips and get those assholes off our tail!”

Michael took a shot simply to smash the rearview windshield, seeing the cruisers clear as day as they were gaining on them, M feeling that all too familiar rush of adrenaline permeate throughout his entire being; he would tell T that he hated it, but the rush he felt made him feel alive, something he rarely felt at all.

On a good day he was half a man, kept alive by petty theft and diner food, skirting from one town to the next, Trevor at his heels like an obedient, somewhat restless puppy that needed to be potty trained – M taking it upon himself to break him in. He was useful, beneficial, however unrestrained and somewhat uncontrollable; he had it in his mind it was an easy fix, but Trevor had other wild ideas.

Michael pulled the trigger, and one cop spun out in a flurry of ice and squealing rubber, the car being buried conveniently in a mountain of thick, white powder, but not cocaine; that would be saved for their celebration later if they made it out alive.

“Whooo! That’s my cowboy! That’s some rootin’ tootin’ damn good shootin’, Mikey!”

“I don’t ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth again.”

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👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

LOL, you know allllll about my WIPs. Probably before anyone else. I have too many to choose from, but I hope to do these three things first and foremost:

Chapter 15 of Stars Above. Bane is in the bacta tank, forced to endure flashbacks from his past in the form of nightmares, and Zulara is left alone with Todo until he wakes up, however long it takes. But will Cad be pleased to see her there? What will Kayson think about her disappearance over the next few days? What lie or cover story will Hondo make up, if any?

This Hondo x Reader fic, where the reader is a spoiled little rich girl who is the daughter of a weapon's manufacturer. Their fates are hilariously intertwined, and Hondo is going to wind up getting more than he bargained for when he had originally set out to simply steal a little something off her.

A Tech x Reader fic where the Marauder is left in Tech's care during a Separatist attack on the planet Bandomeer. He comes across the reader who is injured and trapped under some rubble. He must help you/her and then pilot you both to safety. An unexpected turn of events causes you and Tech to be stranded until he can repair the ship; you are at the mercy of nature and the elements over the course of the next few days, not to mention any droids who may find you, and the rest of Clone Force 99 is preoccupied and unable to help. Hurt/Comfort/Possible smut. >D

[bountyhunter-s-bane]

in the Force

Pairing: Cad Bane x M!Reader (ex-Jedi)

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You survived Order 66 by the skin of your teeth, hiding from the clones that turned on you and your teacher. As far as you’re aware, you’re alone and the galaxy seems out to get you.

Bounty hunting ends up being the easiest path for you to take. You’re a soldier and fighter, although people are far different stock from droids.

You’re aware that bounties are being put out for any jedi caught. But then again, no-one would suspect a bounty hunter for being a jedi themselves. It’s the perfect cover.

The Force always seems to be tugging at you, but you manage to play it all off as coincidence, or pure luck.

You know of Cad Bane by reputation alone - plenty of stories of how he infiltrated the Jedi Temple, how he fought Knights and Masters alike and managed to get away.

Maybe it’s only fair that he ends up working with you on a contract that calls in multiple bounty hunters.

Off the bat he reckons something funky is up. There’s lucky and then there’s you and something doesn’t add quite right (like how your blaster shot nailed that guard or how the droid seemed to trip and fall so conveniently).

(Of course you’re not actively trying to use these abilities, they’re just so in your blood that you can’t not do them)

But you help him net a high score, and you don’t grate on him like other hunters. So he asks you to join him on another contract.

And then another.

And another.

One time he comments on the uptick in price of a captured jedi these days and he swears he sees you flinch. Part of him is more curious about it but he’s more interested in keeping his partner around.

He calls you ‘winrel’ when the pair of you net a high score without much loss on tools or ship repairs.

He also calls you ‘baniss’ sometimes, when it’s just the two of you alone.

Sometimes, in crowded places, the Force becomes abuzz and it’s a maddening presence in the back of your skull. But you find Cad, and he puts a hand on your shoulder and says “Easy, lad.” And the buzzing is quieter.

Cad can’t describe it but your presence makes everything work better too. Like your ‘luck’ is rubbing off on him. Or maybe it’s because he likes you (more than he’d admit aloud).

He doesn’t know when it clicks, but he already knows the truth before you catch him from a surprise booby trap into a catastrophic fall. You’re afraid when you lift him out.

“Why’d you got that face, huh? I didn’ die, didn’ I? Let’s go see if we can’t go repay that lil surprise,” he tells you.

Later, when you’re back on his freighter, and you’re fidgety to confront him but afraid to do so, he just says, “You’re my man, alrigh’. You take care of me, I take care of you. That’s how it goes.”

You’re his jedi and that’s worth more credits that the bounty on you.

[monako-jinn-stories]

Echo X Fem!Reader FanFic

A Returning Echo ~ Before the Citadel

Main Master List

Story Master List

Chapter Tweleve

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Thirteen

Before I start, I want to say a MASSIVE thank you and I love you to @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s, thank you so much for helping me clear up this chapter and making me not hate it!! Honestly, my blog is becoming a Moony fanpage, which is NOT a bad thing. I don’t think I can say enough about how amazing you are. Everyone go check out Moony’s works

A little while later, Echo and Hex agreed that it was time to take the party boys home.

“Alright, Echo. Since it was your decision to come here, you get to take Sans and I’ll take Steele,” Hex said while they walked over, going to interrupt the others’ vigorous dancing.

“Bed time!” Hex yelled as they reached them.

“Awww, but we’re having fun!” Steele whined.

“Yeah! And Toast just got here!” Sans added.

“Sorry, boys. You’re drunk enough that I can see you stumbling from across the bar. Let’s go,” Hex replied while slinging Steele’s arm over his shoulder. Echo did the same with Sans before they exited, yelling a farewell to Toast who had found Soup and was now doing shots with him.

“Karking hells, it’s too quiet out here,” Sans mumbled as they walked down the late night Coruscanti streets.

“You’re going to want silence when you wake up tomorrow morning,” Echo laughed. Sans rolled his eyes before he shot up straighter.

“We never got your civvie clothes!” He said, turning to widen his intoxicated eyes at Echo.

“We never got to see what Mrs. Orno made,” Steele added sadly, tears brimming his eyes.

“Oh, don’t you go and start crying now!” Hex said while swiftly changing direction. “We can still get them, she’s bound to still be up.”

“Yayyyy!” Steele said while trying to squirm away from Hex, who allowed him to do so only to watch Steele stumble and fall.

“Learn your lesson?” Hex asked as he helped his brother up.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, now let’s go. I don’t want to be out too much longer.”

The group made their way back to Aleiah’s shop, stopping every so often when one of the drunks decided to look at something “pretty.” When they approached her shop, the lights were in fact still on, and looking in the window, they could see her sitting at a table. It appeared as though she was talking to someone, as she suddenly laughed at something unseen.

“Mrs. Orno!” Sans said as he drunkenly pulled out of Echo’s grasp and pushed open the door.

“Kriffing hells, Sans,” Echo said as he rushed over to catch him before he fell.

“Well, looks like you had yourself a fun night.” A familiar voice flooded Echo’s ears and caused him to lose focus on Sans, effectively dropping him on the ground.

“Y/n,” he said, a grin coming to his face.

You licked your lips and bit down a grin, nodding to Sans on the floor.

“I’d appreciate if you didn’t drop my Commander,” you joked.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” he said, bending to pick him up.

“Weeeeee,” Sans said, rolling away from him across the floor. You only giggled as Echo gave you an annoyed look.

“Go on, you dropped him, you pick him up.”

“Only for you, darling,” he said while rolling his eyes and going to try and grab Sans again. Of course, he rolled away again, making Echo curse and start to chase him around. Echo finally had enough and jumped on him to keep him from moving.

“You’re…getting…up!” He said while trying to pick up a squirming Sans. He almost had him until Sans wiggled again and broke free, crashing back to the floor. Your innocent giggles filled Echo’s ears as you came up behind him.

“I guess I’ll take pity on you,” you said as you used the force to pick Sans up and place him on a chair. “Stay. And sit still.”

“Yes, sir!” Sans said, giving you a sloppy salute.

“What are you doing here this late?” Hex asked as you walked back over to the table.

“Oh, I just got done helping out that friend you saw me with, and decided I’d pay Aleiah a visit.”

“Echo said he was a bounty hunter. Cad Bane?”

You nodded, watching as Hex’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“What exactly were you helping someone like that with?” You pressed your lips together before biting your cheek.

“A job…”

“Y/n, do you mean to tell us that you were helping him with a bounty?”

“Okay, to be fair, it was another criminal that the Senate wanted anyway,” you said defensively.

“Yeah, and I bet the Senate didn’t get them. You let him take the bounty.”

“I’m not arguing with you about this right now. We can discuss it later.”

“Look, I honestly don’t care what you did with the bounty. I just want you to be safe. We all do,” Hex said while meeting your gaze.

“I know, but I can take care of myself. I’ve helped him before, and I owed him one.”

“Oh, how about you hush it already. Y/n helped out a bounty hunter, and the job is done. You can’t change what has happened, so just move on,” Aleiah interrupted while grabbing a pile of clothes. “Let’s let y/n and Echo try on the outfits I made for them.”

“Wait, I didn’t ask you to make me anything,” you said confusedly.

“I know, but I had an idea while making Echo’s clothes, so I went ahead and made this for you.” She handed you your own bundle before pushing you towards one of the changing rooms. “Now, I know you don’t like dresses all that much, but I think these boys deserve to see you in one. Especially that ARC-Trooper of yours.”

“He’s not my ARC-Trooper,” you replied as a blush came to your face. Despite your words, you couldn’t help the small smile that came to your lips when she called him yours.

“Hmm, not yet, maybe. But he will be.” You rolled your eyes playfully and closed the door to the changing room before Aleiah shoved Echo into his own.

You looked in the mirror and gasped when you saw the dress on you. It went down to about mid thigh, it was form fitting, and clung to you in the best way possible. It made your body look absolutely amazing, and you took a second to love your natural shape, another reminder that all bodies are beautiful. The color was the same shade as your lightsaber blade, matching the markings on your troopers’ armor. You bit your lip as you admired yourself before going to head out the door.

When they saw you, Sans and Steele seemed like they had completely sobered up.

“Mesh’la,” Sans mumbled, taking you in.

“Wow,” Steele added.

“You look beautiful, y/n,” Hex said before his eyes landed behind you. He nodded at you, motioning to turn around. When you did, you saw an awestruck Echo taking you in. He was in a smart but casual blue top, the color the same as his armor markings. It had a button down chest and cuffed sleeves that went down to his elbows. His pants were a pure white, tight in the right areas, and his shoes were a nice dark grey that complimented his whole look.

“Y-you look…wow…I-I mean you’re always gorgeous, b-but…” his eyes finally met yours and a blush fell onto both of you.

“And you…” you said, looking him up and down again. “I don’t think I’ve seen a better civvie outfit than that before.”

“Nonsense, have you seen yourself in that dress?”

“Oh, it gets better,” Aleiah said while walking over to you. “It’s reversible. You can chose the color you want depending on who you’re going to be with.” You furrow your brows before walking back inside the changing room and flipping it around. You cover your mouth in another gasp as you see the same blue of Echo’s shirt. When you stepped back out, Echo’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

“I take it you like it?” You teased as he stood silently admiring you. All he could do was nod in response as the ability to form words was lost to him.

“You like this side better?”

Echo shook his head to bring himself out of his daze before he responded.

“As much as I love seeing you match me and wear my colors, I also adore you in the colors of your own battalion, because it’s a reminder that you’re an amazing and strong leader.” His praises made your cheeks flush again as you looked back at your clones.

“Amazing,” Steele said.

“Stunning like always,” Hex added.

“The hottest General in the GAR-no, wait, in the galaxy,” Sans finished.

“Thank you so much, Aleiah,” you said while hugging her. “How much do I owe you?”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, sweetie,” she said while waving away your hand of credits. “But, you boys still owe me.”

“Awww, but I thought we were your favorites?” Steele said as he slumped in his seat.

“You are, but that doesn’t mean I work for free. Just the usual fee.”

Hex reached into his pocket and gave Aleiah her credits before helping Steele stand up.

“Well, it was lovely seeing you again, but we have to get these boys back to the barracks to sleep off their night,” Hex said. Aleiah nodded, following everyone to the door. You hugged her one last time, slipping come credits into her pocket as you didn’t want to take the dress for free.

“Your ass look amazing in those pants, Echo! Let me know how everyone likes your outfits!” She called as you all walked away.

You giggled beside Echo as his face flushed at the older lady’s comment.

“You know, she’s not wrong,” you said, taking a glance for yourself.

“I guess Jesse’ll be jealous then,” he joked in response.

“I’m kind of jealous myself.”

“Please, I should be jealous of you,” he said before realizing what he said. “N-not that I…err, look,” he added quickly, causing you to giggle.

“Hmmm, I mean I wouldn’t mind if you did…” you teased. He scratched the back of his neck, flustered after your words.

As you walked through the streets back to the temple, Echo slung his arm around your waist, giving you a sheepish grin as he looked down at you. You smiled back and put an arm around his waist, leaning into his shoulder. You felt the same familiar contentment coming from him, and you basked in the feeling of it. You both kept an eye on Sans who insisted he could walk on his own. He wasn’t completely wrong, but he didn’t look graceful as he made his way.

Once back at the temple, Hex led Sans and Steele over to a four-person speeder to take everyone back to the barracks as Echo walked you to the elevator.

“I really hope you enjoyed your day with them,” you spoke once out of their earshot.

“Don’t worry, darling. I had an amazing day with your boys. Although, next time we go to 79’s, you’re coming with us,” he said as he grinned cheekily at you.

“Why, so you can see me get wasted?” You laughed.

“Exactly. And I need a partner to dance with.”

He looked at you as you reached the elevator. You wrapped him in a hug which he immediately returned.

“Goodnight, darling,” he whispered in your ear, the sound sending shivers down your spine. You pulled back and kissed his cheek, letting your fingers drag over his chest as you walked away, calling “Goodnight, Echo,” behind you as you left him there, mystified by your beauty.

“Hurry up, lover boy!” Hex called as he started the speeder. Echo quickly walked back over and got in, the feeling of your soft lips pressing to his cheek stuck in his mind. He could only imagine how they might feel against his own.

In a few minutes, Hex pulled into the hanger at the barracks. Echo waved goodnight to the three troopers of the 17th before he made his way to his quarters. When he walked in, he spotted something on his bunk. It was a datapad with a file pulled up. He picked it up and read the title: “How to Please a Woman: A Step by Step Guide by Your Favorite and Most Handsome Vod, CT-5555, Fives.”

“What the karking hells is this, Fives?!” Echo said as he stormed into the room his brother was in.

“Wha- ow!” Fives rubbed his head. Echo had thrown the datapad at him when he found him, anger seeping from him. “I was just trying to help! It’s a joke!”

“Really? Because I don’t think this is funny, Fives. What if someone else would have seen this?”

“Oh, please. Jesse and Hardcase would never believe that you needed to know how to do that.”

“Wha-that’s not the point, Fives.”

“Okay, okay, calm down. I’m sorry, is that what you wanted to hear?” Echo huffed in response and folded his arms over his chest.

“…did you read it?”

“No.”

“You responded a little quick there,” Fives countered smugly.

“I didn’t read it, and even if I did, I would never tell you,” Echo said defensively.

“You know, I can check and see how many times it’s been read. And I know for a fact, there were only two reads from when I proofread it,” Fives said while grabbing the datapad.

“You’re lying.”

“No I’m not.”

There was a moment of silence as Echo glared at Fives, who just looked back with a smirk.

“Give me that!” Echo said as he suddenly ran over and began fighting with Fives over the datapad.

“Ha! You don’t want me to have it because it will show that you read it!”

“No, I want it so I can get rid of it!” They wrestled on the floor for a few minutes before breaking apart, out of breath as they had been fighting hard for it. Echo sat back and held it victoriously as Fives just laid on the floor, his hand on his chest.

“Alright, fine. You can have it,” he breathed as his chest started to slow as he caught his breath. “But that was a masterpiece. True art shouldn’t be destroyed.”

“True art my ass,” Echo said.

“Speaking of your ass, where did you get that outfit, because your ass looks better than Jesse’s.”

“This civvie shop down on the streets. I’ll take you sometime.”

“Better let Jesse come as well so he can get a pair. He’d go absolutely crazy if anyone’s ass looked better than his. The ladies did vote him to have the best ass.”

“He doesn’t need any more of an excuse to flaunt it,” Echo countered. He got up, holding a hand out to grab Fives. They walked back to their bunks, Echo changing into his sleep clothes before crawling into his bunk and pulling Marvin out from the spot he hid him in. He made a mental note to somehow sneak Marvin back to you soon, imagining your cheerful face when you saw the stuffed porg. Unfortunately, Echo didn’t get a chance for the next standard week.

He was sent off on a mission with the 501st while you stayed back on Coruscant. While he was off in battle, you were stuck organizing the details of the event.

It was to be held in eight standard days, and the announcement would be in three. That would give everyone five standard days, or a standard week, to prepare outfits and plans. It wasn’t a lot of time, but it was what the council had allowed. You worked tirelessly with Padmé to make sure everything went as smoothly as possible, which wasn’t smooth at all.

“Padmé!” You yelled, running into the room with a datapad in hand. It had been two days since the announcement which meant you had today, plus two more full days, to finish up preparations.

“Yes, y/n?” She asked, turning to face you.

“Where is the delivery with the decorations?!” You asked frantically.

“What do you mean? They were dropped off at the hanger earlier today.”

“No, they weren’t.”

“B-but…I-I got a message!” She said, suddenly looking down at her own datapad, scroll through messages. “See?” She held the datapad out to you, and you looked at the screen. It read; “UNREAD: New Message: From, CORU-SHIP regarding your package…”

“You didn’t even open it!” You accused.

“Well, it said it was about the package, so why would I need to open it?”

“BECAUSE IT DOESN’T SAY DELIVERY MESSAGE!” You yelled, opening it and shoving it back into her hands after you read it. You kneeled down and screamed into your hands as Padmé read the message you had handed her.

“We regret to inform you that CORU-SHIP is facing delays, and your delivery will not arrive on time. We will do our best to get it to you as soon as possible. Thanks for shipping with CORU-SHIP.”

“Kriffing hells,” Padmé mumbled, looking down at you as you were bent over. “Y/n?” She said hesitantly. You lifted your head and she flinched as your expression tore through her. You stood slowly, and turned to silently leave the room.

“Do you think she’s upset?” Padmé asked one of the hired party helpers.

“I think it’s best she’s left alone for now,” they responded before going back to work.

“I hear the event set up is going well,” a slightly teasing voice says at it approaches you.

“Watch it. You may be my former master, but don’t think that I’d hesitate to use the skills you taught me against you,” you respond as you come out of meditation. Codo just chuckled at your words before sitting next to you.

“You didn’t have nearly enough time for this, my child. I’m sure with what little time you were given, this will be the best that it can be.”

“But nothing is going right,” you grumbled, falling back and stretching your legs out. “This is why I always let Ahnimaka do this kind of stuff. I hate it.”

“Well, you were the one who wanted to do it.”

“No, I didn’t. Anakin just made me do it. He didn’t even ask me first,” you countered.

“If you really didn’t want to do it, you would have told him no,” he said.

You scoffed, saying “Have you ever tried telling Anakin ‘no’? It’s like talking to a duracrete wall. The man doesn’t listen.” Codo chuckled again, laying a gentle hand on your forehead. You felt the peace he was trying to send you. He wanted to clear your mind, and you reluctantly let him.

“There, my padawan. Let yourself think clearly.” You laid there for a few more minutes before you sat up.

“I have to get back, but thank you, master.” You offered him a smile before standing and leaving the room, a much calmer mind to go back to planning with.

“Oh, thank the Maker,” Padmé said as you walked back in. “The catering company just commed and said that they mixed up the dates and that they won’t be able to provide food for us.” You closed your eyes and sucked in a deep breath, before looking at Padmé. Your left eye twitched as you plastered a smile on your face, fighting internally with the anger that wanted to boil over. You would only allow yourself one breakdown a day, and you already had it.

“Senator Amidala,” you spoke quietly, keeping the anger from seeping into your tone, “if you could please refrain from telling me any more bad news today, the effort would be greatly appreciated.”

“I-but…y/n!” You held up your hand and shook your head.

“Everything alright, ladies?” Anakin said, walking into the room.

“Good, your back. Your event is falling apart,” Padmé said, turning to her husband.

“Falling apart? How? I have the best people on it.”

“The decorations delivery was delayed and the catering company mixed up the dates. None of the planning is going right, and y/n…well…look at her.” Anakin took in your appearance before he hesitantly reached out in the force. He jerked back slightly, feeling the absolute anger that was emitting from you.

“I’m going to go take another break,” you said quietly. You then turned and walked out of the room, ignoring Padmé as she yelled, “you just took one!”, deciding to spend a little more time calming down before you got back to work.

You let out another deep sigh as you wandered down the halls of the temple. You saw several faces pass by, none quite registering in your mind until a particular one popped up. You recognized his cheeky grin right away, and your mood was immediately brightened. You decided, however, to be a little funny with him.

“Marvin!” You said excitedly as Echo approached with him. You ran over and pulled him from Echo’s hold, squeezing him to your chest.

“And here I thought you might be excited to see me, too,” Echo joked while watching you.

“Who are you again? Ello? Elmo?” You said, setting the stuffed porg down and going into the classic Obi Wan thinking pose.

“I’m gonna elbow you,” he said while he reached for you. You giggled and tried to squirm away, but he was quick and caught you. He held you for a second before you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck.

“I’m glad you’re back safe,” you mumbled.

“I’m glad to be back with you, darling.” You smiled into him at the nickname he so fondly used.

“How was your mission?” You asked, pulling out of the embrace, grabbing Marvin before turning to walk with Echo down the halls.

“It wasn’t anything very exciting. A few clankers here and there, not too much action.”

“Well, maybe next time it’ll be more fun,” you joked.

“Yeah, but fun usually means dangerous.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

You talked casually for a while as you wandered around, no real destination in mind. At one point, you noticed him start to become slightly nervous. His confident demeanor seemed to falter, and you wondered what caused it.

“Are you alright, Echo?” You asked, noticing how his responses had become shorter and seemed more distracted.

“Huh? Oh, yeah…” he said, a small blush coming to his cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck. “I uh…I was wanting to ask you something.” You kept a straight face as you internally screamed, hoping he was going to ask you what you wanted.

“W-would you…uh…like to go-um, go to the event with me?” Your heart slightly dropped because it wasn’t what you had hoped for, and then it dropped again as you realized what you had to tell him.

“I’d love to, Echo,” you said and you watched his eyes light up, which made this more difficult for you, “but I can’t…” You watched his eyes fall and you bit your lip, feeling bad for rejecting him.

“But don’t worry! It’s not because I don’t want to,” you explained quickly, “I already agreed to go with Shaak Ti and Aayla.”

“Oh,” he said the light slightly coming back to his eyes. “So you’re not going with Sans?”

“Sans?” You questioned, “you think I’d say yes to Sans?”

“I-I don’t know…” he said, slight embarrassment coming to his face.

“Echo…” you said, reaching up to make him face you, “you need to stop worrying about Sans.”

“I know, it’s just hard when he’s so charming and always flirting with you-“

“Yes, but do you know who I flirt with?” He finally met your gaze, looking into your eyes as you held his cheek. “I flirt with you, because I like you, Echo.” He just stared back at you in wonder, not knowing what to say.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was grabbing the sides of your face and bent down to press his forehead to yours in a keldabe kiss.

“I like you too, darling,” he muttered, shifting his head so that your noses brushed against each other. Your breath caught in your throat, the proximity to him almost overwhelming for your senses. Your rapid heart rate made you feel like you were getting drunk on him.

“Okay, y/n, you’ve had your cool down, it’s time to- Maker, seriously guys! I swear I’m not doing this on purpose!” You had been moving to press your lips to Echo’s and hadn’t been able to make the connection as Anakin interrupted, again.

“You know what? How about you guys just get it over with and have a little kiss right now and then I can stop feeling bad when I interrupt?” Anakin said.

“No, the moment’s been ruined by you, like always,” you replied, the last part being said extra dryly.

“It’s just a kiss.”

“With all due respect, General Skywalker,” Echo said, “it’s more than just a kiss to me. And I think it’s more than just a kiss to y/n as well.” You nodded in agreement, folding your arms as you watched Anakin let out a dramatic sigh.

“Whatever,” he said. “I still need you to come back with me. Padmé needs your help, there’s still a lot to do.”

“Fine,” you said, looking back to Echo. “Here, could you take Marvin to my quarters?”

“I’d love to, but I don’t want to just leave him outside your door.”

“I can just tell you my code. It’s 8-2-4-6.”

“8-2-4-6?” He checked. You nodded in confirmation and grinned at him.

“Oh, and feel free to stay for a while, I won’t mind. Just don’t eat all my ebruah,” you teased.

“Wait, you have ebruah?”

“Don’t you dare eat it all, Echo.” He merely grinned at you before pulling you into a quick hug, kissing the top of your head. You moved and kissed his cheek before he walked away, taking Marvin to your room for you.

“You finally ready?” Anakin asked as you walked over to him.

“Hey, I don’t complain when you and Padmé take forever.” He opened his mouth, but never got a chance to defend himself, as your comm interrupted the conversation.

“Y/n, you’re needed in the hanger immediately,” Hex’s voice sounded through.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah-well, as alright as it can be in war. We’re being sent out, so we need you with us.”

“Wait, sent out? But the event is in three days!”

“Sorry, y/n, but we can’t disobey orders.” You groaned as you looked to Anakin who just gave you a shrug.

“I’ll tell Padmé, I guess,” he said while you sulked to the hanger.

“Where are we going this time?” You groaned as you met up with Sans, Hex, and Steele.

“Kaller,” Hex responded. “It seems as though the seppies are trying to take control there. We’re being sent to try and stop them from achieving their goal.”

“Perfect, just what I wanted to do,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, if you’re going to be in a bad mood, just stay here and let me lead the men,” Sans said as you boarded the venator.

“I thought you were the brat tamer?” You shot back.

“You’re off limits, can’t tame you.”

“But you still flirt with me.”

“Well, of course. I can’t stop everything I do because you like another man. I’m still in love with you, my General,” he said while grabbing your hand and kissing the top of it.

“Let’s just stay focused this time,” you said while walking to the bridge.

“Ready to leave when you are, General,” the admiral stated. You nodded and told him to go ahead and take off. You knew you would have to clear your mind and focus on the mission if you were to be successful. You couldn’t allow yourself to focus on everything going on back at the temple.

The Republic was relying on you and your battalion to keep Kaller from Separatist control, and you knew if you failed, the other Jedi, such as Luminara and Krell, would certainly blame it on lack of focus. You wouldn’t fail, you rarely did. This would just be another easy skirmish, then you’d head home and prepare for the event. That’s what you had told yourself before the battle began.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Boom. A loud cannon blast landed just to the side of where you and some of your troops were huddled. Your group had been separated from the main battle, trying to scout for better ground when you accidentally stumbled upon a base that just happened to have a cannon.

“Y/n! Where are you? Did you find the better ground?” Sans yelled over the comm.

“Kind of in a situation right now! I’ll get back to you on that!” You shouted back.

“With all due respect, y/n, how are we exactly going to get out of this alive?” One of your men questioned.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” you mumbled. The trooper who had questioned you stood up to fire a few shots at the approaching droids before quickly getting back under the cover. You peered out cautiously behind your makeshift barricade to assess the situation. There weren’t too many droids that you would have a problem taking them out, but the cannon kept you hesitant to move.

“We could just make a run for it,” another trooper suggested.

“Yes, but the cannon…” you trailed off.

“Alright, you know what? Look at me, y/n,” the first clone said. You turned to watch as he took his helmet off, an intense gaze meeting your own. “We need to move. We’re needed back with the others, and we can’t stay here forever. Yes, there is a cannon, but you need to stop worrying about that. We need to act now. If we run out there now, some of us aren’t going to make it, and you need to accept that.” You knew he was right, you just didn’t want to accept it.

“General Jinn,” he said firmly, “we care about you too. And we know how hard you take our losses. But this is our only option.” You nod, taking a deep breath before looking at the rest of your men. They all had removed their helmets, and gave you knowing looks.

“Thank you, all of you. For fighting bravely and serving by my side. It’s been an honor to be your general. I love every single one of you, and to those who don’t make it, I hope you’re able to find peace, because it’s what you deserve. You’ve earned it, and so much more.” You gave them all a sad smile, which they returned while repeating the “I love you all” and “it’s been an honor.” They put their helmets on and you nodded, running out from behind the cover. You ignited your lightsaber and ran towards the droids. You deflected blaster shots left and right as you went, taking out the droids you could.

“That’s it, y/n!” You heard one of them yell. You glanced back to see who it was, and a shot of pain ran through you as he dropped to the ground, a blaster shot hitting his chest. You resisted the urge to run to him, knowing you didn’t have time. You pushed forwards, following your men who had run passed you.

Another cannon shot landed and shook the ground below you.

“We need to take out the cannon, y/n!” One of them yelled. You didn’t bother looking to see who it was, you just changed course and ran towards the cannon. You jumped up onto one of the legs and began to cut through the durasteel with your lightsaber. The machine started to turn as you did, and you cursed as you struggled to keep cutting. It fell forward when you successfully severed the leg from the rest of the cannon. The droid inside let out a confused remark before you sliced it in half with your saber. You then jumped off to continue your path back to the others, catching up with your men who had gotten ahead of you.

“Good job, y/n,” one said as you caught up.

“Thanks,” you responded before he let out a harsh grunt and fell to the ground. You barely had enough time to look back and see the blaster shot in his back before you had to change course again. You followed as your men ran through the trees, cutting a direct course back to the main battle.

“Y/n!” Hex yelled as you appeared. “It seems like their forces are beginning to falter. I think they might be retreating soon.”

“Okay, as long as we make it out alive, I’ll be happy,” you replied before leaving his side. After a bit more fighting, Hex’s prediction came through. The droids began to fall back, leaving you and your men to gather themselves.

“Separatists haven’t made any attempt to leave the planet yet, but they aren’t showing any signs of planning on attacking again anytime soon,” Steele informed you as you met up with him, Sans, and Hex.

“Good. Maybe we’ll be able to rest up before their next attack,” you replied.

“Actually, we’ve been requested to head back to Coruscant. Windu is being sent here with fresh troopers to relieve us,” Hex spoke.

“Really? How come?”

“Not quite sure, but I’m not complaining. This planet is a little cold for my liking.”

“Yeah, and plus now you don’t have to worry about missing the event,” Sans added. During the two days that you had been here and fighting, you completely forgot all about the troubles back on Coruscant.

“Let’s just hope everything managed to come together,” you said as you headed towards the makeshift camp your men had begun setting up. As you waited for Mace to arrive, you helped your men bury their fallen brothers and collect their helmets. 57 men this time. Not quite half a squadron, but enough to make a small dent in your numbers. To you, losing one man was already one too many, let alone losing 57.

This was too many.

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The Royal Affair - Cad

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Part 1

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Cad Bane x AFAB!Reader (gender-neutral, though reader does wear a skirt.) Tags/CW: power imbalance, claiming, dirty talk, sex as payment, collaring, everything is consensual but Cad is a bit forceful

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Your gaze followed Prince Cad for most of the rest of the night. He wandered around the venue, making small talk with Lady Sing or Lord Jango. He seemed less inclined to stay with his family unit than some, you noted, and appeared to be most comfortable when conversing with others. He nursed a few glasses of whiskey, but never pushed too far into drunkenness. Though you were sure he’d deny it, he was a royal, and as such, he had appearances to maintain.

Your gazes met many times during the night; at first, his gaze was strictly chaste, but as the night continued on, his gaze became more and more licentious, as if he couldn’t wait to get you alone. A chill ran down your spine, and you couldn’t quite tell if you were nervous or aroused by the prospect.

Toward the end of your shift, you made your way toward him; Cad was leaned against the wall, joking with Lord Jango about something. His gaze met yours and a wide, fanged grin spread across his face.

“Well, well, well… look who it is.” He pushed off the wall to stand straight. “Made up yer mind?”

“Yeah… I want to come with you.” You answered, and he hooked his thumbs into the pockets on his suit coat.

“Good choice. Ya would’ve regretted goin’ wit’ Em.” He replied, glancing up toward the departing Kyuzan clan. Prince Embo offered you a small nod, as if honoring the decision you made. You turned back toward Cad, who had fished around in his coat pocket for a cig. “Come wit’ me.”

There were no other pleasantries as he led you out of the meeting hall toward the adjacent Azvergin Hotel; the hotel, which catered exclusively to billionaires and royalty, was largely a mystery to you. You either had to be staff to said clientele, or a member of these groups in order to be let inside. Rumor had it that one could rent an entire floor, long term, for fifty million credits! You’d never see that kind of money in your life, but you supposed that it was like spare change to the Prince at your side.

He led you inside, through the rigorous security detail which awaited you. The guards hardly regarded you, and you figured that this may be a common occurrence with the Prince. They took your fingerprints and ran a background check - when it came up clean, they allowed you through. Then, Cad led you into the lift and up 15 floors to what you assumed was his family’s floor.

The entire ride was silent, but he kept looking at you, as if he couldn’t figure out what he was going to do with you. This made you a bit nervous, only because you weren’t entirely sure if he was to be trusted. Some girls from your work told you that the Prince would lay claim to his favorite servants and mark them with collars. You briefly wondered if this would be your future too.

Cad offered you a smirk as the doors parted and he led you out into the hallway. The walls were white, with intricate gold crown mouldings; doors lined the hallway, each with carved tags denoting who stayed where. Two guards stood at attention at each door, and servants - mostly women, of varying species - bustled about. Each and every person you passed bowed for their prince, and Cad ate it up. He gripped the chin of one of the servant girls, and leaned down to kiss her straight on the lips. She swooned.

Cad turned back toward you, and gestured toward a nearby door with his head. “Dis is my room. You can stay wit’ me. Dat is, unless you want to sleep in de servants’ quarters.”

“I suppose I can stay with you… if that’s alright.”

“Sure, sure.” He nodded, and the guards pushed open the door for you both; Cad stepped in first, and you followed closely behind.

The room was cavernous - larger than your entire apartment, you wagered - and designed with royalty in mind. The walls were pristine white with gold filigree, and spanned higher than you thought possible. He had chairs gathered in one corner, near a small bookcase. Not far from that was a fireplace, which had seemed to burn real wood, which was hard to find on Coruscant.

On the other side of the door was a wardrobe - it was a modest size for a prince, which was about twice as large as your own closet. And near that was his bed. It was massive, with bedposts at each corner and silver silk sheets. His comforter was pulled back, and you swore you could see restraints bolted to the frame.

Perhaps the rumors about him weren’t exaggerated…

“Should I… leave and get my stuff?” You inquired, standing in the middle of the room awkwardly. Cad glanced over at you as he pulled his suit coat off.

“Whaddya need?”

“Clothes, toiletries.. You know, the basics.” You watched as he tossed the coat on the floor haphazardly, before he went about unbuttoning his black shirt.

“I’ll call de servants fer ya. Dey’ll fetch your things.” He replied, nonchalant. He tossed his shirt atop his suit coat, and sat on the edge of his bed to pull off his shoes. He glanced over at you. “You got a starin’ problem?”

“N-no!” You replied, casting your glance to the floor. He chuckled and sauntered over to where you stood. He took a step toward you, pushing up against you; you took a step back, not sure if this was intentional. He took another step toward you, and then another, until you were trapped up against the wall. He reached out, cupping your chin and tilting it up so you could look him in the eyes.

“Dere ain’t no need to be shy, doll. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

“How can I be so sure?” You replied, your voice shaking. Heat pooled in your core, and his ravenous gaze only intensified the sensation.

“If I wanted t’ hurt ya… I would have done it already.” He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, and it trembled in response. His gaze trailed toward your tantalizing tits. “I think I found yer ‘price’.”

“Oh?” You squeaked, surprised by how easily he could sway you.

“Why don’ we getchu out of dese clothes, and you can show me why it was worth it t’ take ya in?”

“I-.” Your body screamed ‘yes’, but your sensibilities told you that this all seemed to be happening so quickly. But you weren’t sure he’d care if you told him this. He was a Prince, after all. You were sure he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted. “S-something tells me you really weren’t trying to save me from the King.”

“Yer a smart one.” He drawled, a dark, hungry look in his eyes. You could smell the whiskey and tabac on his breath as he pressed closer to you. “How else would I get you to come with me?”

That tracked, you noted with a frown. Your life was ostensibly in danger, and this spoiled, entitled Prince used that to get you in his bed. You pushed him off and walked away, but he was not so easily deterred.

“Yer safe, ain’tcha?” He wasn’t wrong. Being with him meant you were safe from the King… but were you safe with Prince Cad? You crossed your arms over your chest and sat down in one of the chairs in the room. Cad followed you over to the chair, but he did not sit beside you. “Don’t be a brat.”

“I’ll be what I want.” You replied, your pussy pulsing to remind you that you were still aroused. You cursed under your breath, but figured that maybe you could make a game of this. You were scorned, sure, but you wouldn’t pass up a chance to sleep with the Prince.

“Is dat so? Do ya need to be tamed? Is dat it?” He crossed his arms over his chest and quirked a browridge. “I’ve dealth wit’ many brats. Ya ain’t special.”

“I don’t like being lied to.” You explained to him, and his expression soured. “If you just wanted to fuck me, you could have told me that.”

“Yeah. Like dat would’ve worked.” He rolled his eyes.

“It would have! I was having a shit day and I would have loved to let off some steam!” You told him, and Cad sat on the arm of the chair next to yours. A small smirk grew on your face as you held his gaze. “You want to fuck me? Hm? You can start by telling me you’re sorry.”

He pursed his lips and turned his head. “Ain’t happenin’.”

“That’s a shame. I guess this cunt of mine is off-limits.” You pointedly closed your legs, and anger flashed in his eyes. You could practically see him trying to work his way out of this and still get what he wanted. But you wouldn’t budge and you could tell that he knew this. It took him twenty minutes before he was able to form the words.

“I… I’m sorry.” He growled through gritted teeth.

“Good. You should be.”

There was silence for a moment, and you figured Cad was sulking because of the apology. Before you could react, he got up and thrust his knee between your legs. You gasped softly as he pressed his thigh to your aching cunt.

“Now listen here… I don’ like dat attitude of yers. Yer in my home - ya don’t get to order me around. Got it?” He leaned forward, boxing you in against the chair. You tried to fight it, but you found yourself grinding your cunt against his leg. He hissed in response. “No sass now? Nexxu got yer tongue?”

“I got… I got what I wanted already.” You told him.

“Words are cheap, doll. You know I didn’t mean it.” He grabbed your chin and tipped your head back, before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. It was forceful and needy, and you had to fight against pushing him away and digging in deeper. Your cunt throbbed again, and wetness seeped into your panties. You whimpered, and Cad chuckled. “Yer a little whore, ain’t ya? Despite all yer whining, ya still want me.”

He eased away, moving to finish undressing. “Get up and get naked. I wanna see dis cunt of yers.”

“M-make me.” You replied, your voice wavering with lust. He cocked a browridge and pulled you up to stand; he ripped your shirt off, and rucked the skirt down over your ass. You were nearly bare in front of him, and his ravenous gaze on your body made warmth well in your belly. He pulled down your panties, watching with interest as webs of slick stretched between your cunt and the cloth.

“Yer droolin’ fer me, doll. Filthy whore. Do ya want my cock?” He inquired, and you slowly nodded at this. He dragged you to his bed and tossed you onto it. “Show me yer cunt, doll.”

He took a step back, watching as you casually spread your legs open and then parted your labia with your fingers; Cad watched, his hungry gaze scouring over your soaked cunt. He drew in close, his knobby finger slipping inside of you. “Yer wet fer me, ain’tcha? Mmm… so wet and tight.”

You moaned, your head lolling back onto his impossibly soft comforter; your legs spread wider of their own accord, as if anticipating that he would insert his body between them sooner rather than later. You rocked your hips, aiming to drive his finger deeper within. He chuckled.

“Yer just beggin’ fer my cock at dis point… all I need is t’ hear it. Beg fer me.” “Oh Prince…. Oh Prince!” You whined, gripping his sheets tightly. He retracted his finger and drew aimlessly on your stomach with your slick. “Please, I need your cock! Please!”

“I wanna hear my name on yer lips. You know it, don’tcha?”

“Cad… Please….” You begged, lifting your hips to present your cunt to him, trying to tell him that you so desperately needed him to fill the void. He smirked at this presentation, and drew two fingers between your folds.

“Yer cute… I’ll give ya dat.” His fingers danced up and down the slit of your cunt teasingly. You whimpered, wriggling your hips closer. First, he was bitching at you about not giving in, and now he was the one dragging his feet? Entitled prick! “Most of my lays would offer t’ sell me deir families at dis point… just to get my cock.”

“Stupid.” You muttered, and he pressed a thumb to your clit.

“My favorites get special treatment. T’ dem, it’s a good trade.” He smirked as he slowly rubbed circles on your clit. Your body tensed, and your vision went spotty. “Besides, what use is a family t’ dem if dey’re here with me?”

Your toes curled as he dipped his finger into your cunt, only going in to the first knuckle. He rubbed around the entrance as he played with your clit. Stupid, entitled Prince! Fuck, you wanted him so bad...

“Now… what would you offer t’ me t’ get my cock? Hm?” He inquired as he eased his finger in a little further. “Do ya even have anythin’ of worth? You peasants usually don’t.”

“Hey!” You squeaked as he shoved the rest of his finger into you. Another slipped in soon after, and your whole body began to shake.

“Tell me, doll… what would you give to have my cock?”

“Nothing.” You replied as he thrust his fingers in and out of you. You whimpered, grinding your hips against his hand. The heat in your belly threatened to spill over, and your cunt tightened around his fingers. He was quick to remove his fingers from you.

“Ya don’t get t’ cum until ya tell me what you’d give me.”

You panicked, trying to find something, anything, of worth to give him. He wasn’t wrong about you not having much of worth; you worked a mediocre job making decent pay. You didn’t have much in the way of family, and even if you did, you would never offer them to him. This was ridiculous but you were also desperate. In the moment, all you could say was:

“Me! You can have me!”

Cad paused, quirking a browridge at this; a slow, devious smirk spread across his face and he leaned down.

“Is dat so?” He was mere inches away as his slick-covered hand slid down your stomach. “You want to be mine?”

“If - if that means you’ll fuck me… yes!” You cried out, aching and yearning. Satisfied with your answer, he angled his hips and pressed his cock into your cunt. His cock was searingly hot inside you, and filled you up sufficiently; every inch he plunged into you drove you closer and closer to an orgasm. The moment he bottomed out, you came, your body shaking as sparks of electric pleasure shot through you. Your back arched toward him, and Cad wrapped an arm around you, holding you to his chest.

He slowly rocked into your spasming pussy, moaning at the way you desperately milked him for his cum. He would not give so easily, however. He picked up his pace, a high-pitched whine escaping your lips; the ridges of his cock massaged all the sensitive parts of your cunt, and you had to stop yourself from begging for more.

“Ya feel good, doll.” Cad grunted as he thrusted harder into you. You could only whimper in response, your hands gripping your breasts tightly. “My cock feels good, don’t it?”

“Yessss.” You cried out, your toes curling as your orgasm loomed once more. You laid your head back on his bed, closing your eyes to bask in the sensations. He raked his fingers up and down your thighs, which quivered at the touch. There was only so much more you could take before the building tension snapped and you came again.

“Say my name.”

“Cad!”

“Say it louder! Let de whole place know who ya belong t’!” He roared, digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs to the point where you were certain they would bruise. A wail rose from deep in your chest.

“CAD!” You yelled out, arching your back and thrashing about as the sensations became unbearable. You were so close! So close! Your cunt tightened around Cad’s cock and he let out a groan at the sensation.

“Ya gonna cum fer me again? Ya gonna cum, lil’ slut?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cried, bucking your hips up against his, grasping at any additional pleasure you could get. Cad’s pace was growing erratic, and you knew that he wouldn’t be too far behind you.

“Cum fer me! Cum!” Cad commanded, pressing his thumb to your clit. Your vision went dark as your body when stiff; fluids shot out of you, soaking Cad, as waves of euphoria washed over your body. Through the haze of pleasure, you could feel Cad biting down on your shoulder, puncturing your skin, as he shot his cum deep inside you. Your cunt milked him for all he was worth.

When you came back to your head, Cad was lapping at the blood which leaked from your wound. He pulled out when he realized that you had come to, and went to find a rag so you could clean up. He returned with a towel, and gestured to your throbbing cunt.

“Go on.”

You cleaned up, as you were directed, while Cad strutted around his room. He returned to you with a collar in hand, and you quirked a brow. “For me?”

“Yeah. Ya did give yerself t’ me.” He reminded you.

“I did, didn’t I?” You managed a smile and leaned forward, presenting your neck to him. He clasped the collar around it, and stroked your cheek.

“Dere you are. All pretty.”

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

2020 (Fanfiction) In Review

Copying this from the lovely @hanajimasama

Fics Written This Year:

One Shots

More Than Sufficient: Part 2 (Thrawn x Reader)

We’re the Bad Guys: Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Until We Meet Again: Masterlist (incomplete) (Thrawn x Reader)

Hard Lessons (Darth Maul x Reader)

My Queen (Darth Maul x Reader) (18+)

Jayna Dar x Maul: Masterlist

More Than Just a Look (Thrawn x Reader)

The Ambassador: Part 1 (Captain Rex x Reader)

Promise You’ll Miss Me (Commander Wolffe x Jedi!Reader)

Just One Night: Part 1, Part 2 (Commander Wolffe x Jedi!Reader) (18+)

A Selfish Man (Commander Wolffe x Jedi!Reader

Hawkeye Pierce x Elizabeth “Doc” O’Neil: Masterlist

Drabbles

Kinktober 2020 Masterlist

A Very Merry Ficmas 2020 Masterlist

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?” (Vasquez x Reader) 18+

Library Meeting (Sigyn x Loki)

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips. (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it. (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling (Stephen Strange x Reader)

“I almost lost you” kiss (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Soft kiss/ Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Jealous kiss (Poe Dameron x Reader)

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it. (Poe Dameron x Reader)

It’s a slow day on base, maybe Poe and reader do a puzzle? (Poe Dameron x Reader)

10 Minute Writing Challenge: Bed Sharing (Ben Solo x Reader)

The Last Jedi (Deleted Scene) (Lana Solo)

Lana Solo Meets Phaedra Meln (Lana Solo)

Lana Confronts Phaedra (Lana Solo)

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” (Cassian Andor x Reader)

“Things I receive, struggles. Things I want, snuggles.” (Bodhi x Sera)

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?” (Platonic!Cassian x Sera)

Cassian decides not to leave (Platonic!Cassian x Sera)

Cassian carries Sera to bed (Platonic!Cassian x Sera)

“You’re not my dad!” (Platonic!Cassian x OC)

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing (Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader)

“It was so worth the injury though!” (Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader) (18+)

“Are you wearing my shirt?” (Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader) (18+)

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” (Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader) (18+)

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” (Captain Rex x Reader) (18+)

Captain Rex Werewolf (Captain Rex x Reader)

Soft morning cuddles (Clone Trooper Jesse x Reader)

“I know all of your weaknesses.” (Cad Bane x Reader) (18+)

10 Minute Writing Challenge - Senator!Reader x Thrawn: Protect (Thrawn x Senator)

Can you do Thrawn with a shy quiet reader? (Thrawn x Reader)

“Thrawn drabble, with a rebel tactician reader who has been captured by the empire?” (Thrawn x Reader)

“How would Thrawn react to someone who stutters?” (Thrawn x Reader)

“How you think Thrawn would react to his partner telling him they love him” (Thrawn x Reader)

In Secret Kiss (Thrawn x Captain)

“Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I  made you.” and “You’re really bad at hiding  how turned on you  are.” (Thrawn x Reader)(18+)

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” (Thrawn x Reader) (18+)

Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed (Eli Vanto x Reader)

Takeaways from reflecting on your kick-ass writing, or kick-ass lack of writing, during a year more focused on survival than perhaps any other: 

I maybe need to stop indulging in drabbles and actually get around to finishing my WIPs.  I think I’d feel a lot better while giving my readers some closure. That all being said, I wrote a lot more than I thought I did.  I was feeling bad this year for not being very productive in my writing.  But, it looks like I actually was.

Most surprising fic you wrote this year: 

Probably all of the M*A*S*H stuff.  I will say I didn’t expect M*A*S*H and The Clone Wars to be my comfort shows this year.  Yet, here we are.

How you grew as a writer this year: 

I believe my prose have gotten better and I certainly expanded on my smut writing.  With any luck I’ll only improve as time goes on.

What’s coming in 2021: 

I will finish all my WIPs.  I’m going to do it.  I’m going to focus on WIPs exclusively until they’re all finished.  I might do drabbles for milestones, but I’m going to try a limit it next year to focus on finishing works.

Tagging: Whoever wants to give it a shot!

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Update as of 02/11/24

Skin and Scales - some Bossk love, hnng ;//////; *smooches*

Skin to Skin - Cad Bane by Candy

Fate's Right Hand (3) - Cad Bane by Candy

An Honest Day's Work - Construction Boba eyyyy e////e

Life Day - @kimiheartblade (reserving)

Fireplace - Ayane Arinori

[M] Poets and Painters - Commander Wolffe x Reader {Early Morning} {Midday} {Late Afternoon} {Evening} {Deep Night} {Golden Dawn WIP}

Better than Candy - Shriiiiiiiiv ♥

In This Planetarium with You - Darth Fett

Goodbye, Little Soka - I should read this when I finish that episode for extra feels, ya know?

The Wolfpack Queen

Suffering In Silence - Wolffe Angst

Olom SFW Alphabet - Crystal's OC

Crack Angst with Fox, Wolffe, Plo.

- Read a few extras on the side.

Apart from my sideblog where I reblog some to-reads from last year, this is on my list. Beep if I missed something!

But before that, I'm gonna reread the Tiniest Council because it literally is my most favorite ;---;

Skin and Scales - some Bossk love, hnng ;//////; *smooches*

Skin to Skin & Fate's Right Hand (3) - Cad Bane

An Honest Day's Work - Construction Boba eyyyy e////e

Life Day - @kimiheartblade (reserving)

Fireplace - Ayane Arinori

[M] Poets and Painters - Commander Wolffe x Reader {Early Morning} {Midday} {Late Afternoon} {Evening} {Deep Night} {Golden Dawn WIP}

Also, I'm gonna cry at how cute my A03 theme is; MFKN DUCKS.

[sinisterexaggerator]

Posting these here to keep myself accountable, and to add it to my masterlist for safekeeping, but also to show you guys what fresh hell I have created for myself and how many ideas occupy my mind at any given time. Will update as progress is made, or as I unfortunately come up with new ideas. Plus, I love keeping things neat and tidy.

P.S.: I may take a break from most oneshots / requests for a minute here to focus on my own stories. I have A LOT I want to write, as you can see. You can still send things to my inbox, it just might take awhile for me to get to it, and it has to be something I'm interested in.

Completed:

Trigger Happy (Cad Bane masturbates aboard his ship. )

Cad Bane x M! Reader [one shot]

Beauty and the Bounty Hunter Chapter 4, 5

Stars Above! Chapter 14, 15

Bossk x Reader - Skin and Scales

Hondo x Reader[ rich heiress ]- “Happenstance”

The boys catch reader masturbating: Shriv ✅ Hondo ✅ Bane ❌

Poe Dameron x Reader

Hondo Ohnaka and Tech - Friends in Low Places Chapter 1, 2, 3

Works In Progress:

Stars Above - Cad Bane x OC [Chapter 16–?]

Beauty and the Bounty Hunter - Cad Bane x Fem! Reader/OC [Chapter 6–?]

Friends in Low Places - Hondo Ohnaka and Tech [Chapter 4–?]

All the wrong places - Trevor Philips x OC [Chapter 95-?]

Better than Candy -  Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader [Chapter 2-?]

To err on the side of caution, or “Look! I’m taking another enormous risk!” / Shriv’s Early History - Shriv Suurgav x OC [Indefinite hiatus]

Handcuff marks and Stubble burn - Trevor Philips x M! Reader [conclusion]

I’m so glad you’re not dead - Cad Bane x Ashoka Tano [Chapter 3-?]

Future:

Cad Bane x Reader [You have seen the Duros only once in your whole life — that was enough for him to occupy your thoughts for every waking moment— until the time comes that you once more get to lay your eyes on him. Will it be in passing?]

Cad Bane's life on Duro [Bane as a teenager. Peek at family life / work life / etc. Gang rivalries. Thieving. Resolve.]

Hondo Ohnaka Escapes Porla the Hutt [ How Hondo escapes slavery and starts his pirate gang on Florrum.]

Hondo tells a story [The time he encountered a siren and escaped with his life.]

Hondo x Grey Jedi [A Jedi needs information. Inappropriate use of the force. Smut.]

Hondo x Bazine Netal [Bazine returns after finding out the truth of the Falcon and Hondo's double-cross. Pissed as hell, she is ready to take his life until he asks her to make a bet as she seems "stressed."]

Tech and Cad Bane [Tech refuses to sell out his brothers and Omega.]

Jango Fett x Hondo Ohnaka x Aurra Sing [Jango Fett is freed from slavery by pirates (Ohnaka's gang in the early days) - smut - humor - drama]

Cad Bane x Jango Fett [Story of mentorship - includes smut - humor - angst - hurt - comfort - whump- multichapter]

Cad Bane x Jango Fett [Bane meets Boba. They work a few jobs together - angst - hurt]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka (oneshot) [Casino Heist + smut. Jealousy, mutual pining, possessive behavior.]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Hondo is jealous of Jango, and Bane is jealous of Aurra. They constantly fight over this, but the makeup sex is incredible.]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Bane goes looking for Boba Fett/Aurra Sing after Jango's death - hurt - comfort - smut - alcohol - regret]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Bane returns to Hondo after the duel with little Boba Fett - angst - hurt - comfort - confessions - smut - romance ??]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [ Cad goes with Hondo to visit his mother who is ill. He learns about his past and his personal history with her as she lies on her deathbed - angst - hurt - comfort - feels - fluff]

Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka [Cad must free Hondo from a rival pirate gang who is holding him captive.]

Cad Bane x Fem Jedi OC [Post-Order 66 - cat and mouse - inquisitorius- smut - angst -hurt - comfort- whump - multichapter]

Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader/OC [Clumsy/impulsive cadet - smut - humor - angst - caretaking - hurt- comfort - multichapter]

Tech x Fem! Reader/OC [Injured reader is "rescued" before being stranded with Tech during a battle of the Clone Wars away from his squad after the Marauder crashes during a firefight with Separatist droids.]

Tech x M! Reader [The Batch goes to Cid's to inquire about a job when a male patron shows an interest in Tech's company - smut - competency kink - sapiosexuality]

Tech x Pirate OC [Tech is lured over the comms late at night by a heavenly voice who sings for him. After many "comm sessions," Tech flies the Batch to a previously unknown location to find who is on the other end.]

Imperial!Tech x Fem! Reader AU [Oneshot most likely, or a short reader insert series where you become infatuated with your boss.]

Cad Bane x M! Reader [You are an old clone- smut - angst - regret - alcohol]

Shriv and Lando Calrissian [Origin story of how they met]

Shriv Suurgav x Lando Calrissian [Tension after Sullust when Lando says he could kiss Shriv. Leads to smut / awkwardness / Lando being butter smooth. - "See you tomorrow."]

Cad Bane and Todo 360 [Cad does something nice for Todo]

Cad Bane x Reader [Bane goes to a sex worker towards the end of his life - hurt - angst - comfort - existentialism - touch starvation]

Cad Bane x Fem! Reader ["Predator/prey" and menstrual cycle/"aftercare" - smut]

Shriv Suurgav x Reader [Shriv finds your collection of cheesy holoromances on your datapad]

Shriv and Norath Kev [Shriv is a mentor to Norath Kev and they go on a mission. He also gives him advice on girls. >D]

Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader [Shriv is aware of reader's ovulation and menstrual cycle/ fighting natural instincts - smut]

Hondo and Little Princess Leia [The two encounter each other somehow. Shenanigans - sass - family fluff - feels ]

Hondo x G/N or Shy Fem! Reader [You are a stowaway. You join the Ohnaka gang. You fall in love with Hondo, though he barely notices you exist... You disguise yourself as a male, train yourself to be a medic, and end up in his service.]

Hondo Ohnaka x Fem! Reader/OC [Rich heiress is kidnapped/held for ransom and whisked away for a grand adventure / Sugar momma dynamic / Hondo is a Rebel and Jedi Sympathizer - smut - humor - drama - multichapter - continuation of Happenstance?]

Cad Bane x G/N Tiny reader [Vore and Lilliputian situation]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader [Two Duros and a Duros ho walk into a Cantina - smut - humor - dom/sub undertones]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [First meeting/Rebels vs Bounty Hunters/"Manhunt" - Action - Adventure - First part of a series- multichapter - will bridge with "Better than Candy"]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Forced cooperation/joint mission - smut - humor - angst - slowburn - third part of a series - multichapter - follows "Better than Candy"]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Smut collection/Oneshots of their continued relationship]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Something goes awry - hurt - comfort - caretaking - regret - angst - smut - fourth part of a series - multichapter]

Cad Bane x Shriv Suurgav [Shriv hunts the bounty hunter - hurt - comfort - angst - smut - fifth part of a series /finale(?) - multichapter]

Shriv and Zay Versio [A series of adventures of them working together for the Resistance and under the orders of Leia after Iden's death in BF2 - Fluff - Family feels - adventure - rated teen ] As a bonus ... Kaz / Norath / others from Resistance?

Hera Syndulla x Ahsoka Tano [Sexual Force Healing after death of Kanan - smut - hurt - comfort - angst]

Shriv Suurgav x Poe Dameron [Shriv doesn't get what women see in Dameron and how he's so successful with the ladies. Poe takes this as a challenge, and seduces Shriv to bed by the end of the night.]

Darth Maul x Reader [Maul returns to Mandalore infuriated over a recent encounter. He takes his anger out on reader ... sexually. >D ]

Aurra Sing x Ventress [They’re both hot, bald bounty hunters - why not? - smut - enemies / rivals to friends to lovers]

Cad Bane x Padme Amidala [Padme hires Bane after "hostage crisis" for a secretive job, for the... right price. :)]

Two Tubes x Fem! Reader [You are a POW]