#Krennic x Reader

[nahoney22]

Hi. I was wondering if you would write for Krennic? I liked how you portrayed him in your thrawn fic. If yes, please can I have the NSFW dominant prompt number 29 with a fem reader?

Perhaps he and reader had been eyeing each other up for a while and they can’t resist anymore? Thank you in advance. 😊😊

A Deal with the Director***🌊

🫧 Pairings: Director Krennic X ImperialFemale!Reader

word count: 8.7k

prompts:

• “Suck on my fingers, get them nice and wet for me."

Plot: When you find yourself locking eyes with Director Krennic more than once, you thought nothing of it. But when you find yourself rather close and personal… it’s a different story.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit Sexual Content & Language, Soft!DomKrennic and Light!SubReader relationship, Female Imperial, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Finger Sucking, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Desk Sex, Uniform Kink, Dirty Talk, Strangers to Lovers, Forbidden Relationship, Sex With Your Boss, Authority Kink, Spanking, Implied Creampie , Reader gets Anxious, Prompt Request. Brea, Rein, Ronhar, Ralson are just random made up characters btw and don’t exist in the Star Wars universe.

A/N: Thanks for being my first Krennic request, anon! I had so much fun doing this so no wonder why it’s 8k plus words long. I’m going to be posting this in ao3 too so if you don’t want to red it all at once I’ve split it up into parts over there. 🩵

link: AO3 Krennic

You leaned against the console, adjusting the stiff collar of your uniform while your colleague and friend, Lieutenant Brea, leaned in closer, her voice low but animated as she indulges you with the latest gossip during an otherwise quiet shift on the bridge.

"I’m telling you, Krennic’s been a complete nightmare lately,” she whispered, her eyes flicking nervously toward the corridor leading to the command deck. “I was on maintenance duty last week when he stormed in. He’s usually uptight, but this time? He was snapping at people for breathing too loudly.”

You smirked, suppressing a laugh. “Sounds about right. I bet it’s because someone replaced his caf with decaf.”

Brea snorted, covering her mouth with a gloved hand. “Or maybe he finally realised that cape of his isn’t as impressive as he thinks.”

You chuckled too but didn’t want to ruin the moment and say you actually quite like his cape…

The two of you shared a cheeky grin, but your amusement quickly turned to curiosity as you remembered something you’d overheard in the officer’s mess hall the day before. Leaning closer to Brea, you lowered your voice even more. “Actually, I heard from Lieutenant Ronhar that it’s got something to do with Tarkin.”

Brea’s eyes widened. “Tarkin? That explains it. I mean, who wouldn’t be in a foul mood dealing with him? Those two have hated each other for ages.”

“Apparently, the Governor’s been in direct contact with him, undermining Krennic’s authority on the Death Star project. You know how much Krennic hates being questioned…especially by someone like Tarkin.” You reply with a nod.

Brea shook her head and rolled her eyes. “It’s a wonder they haven’t killed each other yet. Though, I wouldn’t be surprised if Krennic’s bad mood is because Tarkin’s finally found a way to outmaneuver him.”

You were just about to add your own two credits when the sharp hiss of the command deck doors sliding open sent a chill down your spine. Brea stiffened beside you, her expression going from relaxed to rigid in an instant. You didn’t need to look to know who had just entered. There was only one person whose mere presence could kill the atmosphere in the room that quickly.

Director Orson Krennic. Just the topic of conversation.

Both of you snapped your attention back to your consoles, fingers suddenly busy typing away at meaningless data as you fought to appear as though you were diligently focused. You could sense him before you saw him, the air around him practically crackling.

His clipped footsteps echoed ominously as he stalked across the deck, barking orders at officers in his path. “Lieutenant Rein, is there a reason these reports are incomplete? You’re telling me the entirety of this ship’s command structure is incapable of following basic protocol?”

Rein, visibly flustered, stammered out a response. “Sir, the system updates delayed the transfer—”

“Spare me your excuses,” Krennic snapped, his voice cold enough to frost over. “I expect results, not delays. If you can’t manage something as simple as a report, I’ll find someone who can.”

You couldn’t help yourself as curiosity got the better of you. Risking a glance over your shoulder, you saw him standing tall, his white uniform a stark contrast against the gray walls. His blue eyes, blazing with intensity, locked onto Rein, who looked ready to melt into the floor. Which is a shame seeing as you always quite liked Rein. Despite his arrogance.

Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, Krennic’s gaze shifted— and met yours.

Your breath caught in your throat. His eyes, sharp and calculating, held yours with an intensity that made your knees shake. For a brief moment, everything seemed to stand still. It felt like he was seeing right through you, peeling back layers with that piercing stare.

And quickly realising you had been staring, you quickly turned back to your console, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath.

Brea shot you a confused look. “What’s wrong?”

You leaned in, voice hushed and panicked. “I made eye contact.”

Brea’s eyes widened, “You what? Are you mad? He’s been chewing out anyone who so much as looks at him the wrong way!”

“Believe me, it wasn’t intentional,” you hissed back, your heart still racing. “It just… happened.”

“Forget it,” Brea whispered urgently. “Just keep your head down. Maybe he didn’t notice.”

But you weren’t so sure. He definitely noticed. Even as you pretended to be absorbed in your work, you could still feel the weight of his gaze, as if it lingered for a fraction longer on the back of your head more than necessary before moving on. There was something unsettling, and strangely magnetic, about the way he’d looked at you. You shuddered, not trying to think about it.

The rest of your shift passed in tense silence. Even after Krennic finally left the deck, the atmosphere remained charged. Nobody even dared speak and you were certain that Rein was crying in a corner somewhere. Brea shot you a nervous look, but all you could do was shake your head, still trying to shake off the odd feeling that had settled in your chest.

One thing was certain; working aboard an Imperial vessel was dangerous enough without catching the attention of someone like Director Krennic.

The hum of activity aboard the ship fell silent as Commander Ralson began his inspection. You stood at attention in a perfectly straight line alongside your fellow officers, boots polished, uniforms crisp. These routine checks were a necessary nuisance, and normally, you’d breeze through them without a second thought. But today, an uneasy feeling gnawed at you. A cold knot of tension curled in your stomach.

You told yourself it was nothing. Maybe it was just nerves from being up late working through endless reports. But your palms were sweating, something that never happened, and you couldn’t shake the sense that something more was coming.

Or someone else.

The Commander walked down the line, sharp eyes inspecting every detail, pausing now and then to critique the smallest flaw. As he drew closer, you steadied your breathing. You could handle Ralson—he was stern, but predictable. But before he could reach your spot, the doors hissed open with an unmistakable whoosh.

There he is again; Director Krennic.

You felt Brea stiffen beside you, a silent ripple of unease passing through the line. The director’s appearance was enough to make even the most seasoned officers tense up. He wasn’t supposed to be here. This was Ralson’s routine. So why had he decided to show up?

“Director,” Ralson greeted, snapping to attention as Krennic approached. “I was just—”

“Carry on, Commander. I’m merely observing.” Krennic’s tone was cool, but there was an undercurrent of steel in his voice that left little room for discussion. He moved with calculated grace, his white cape swishing slightly as he surveyed the room with a sharp, almost predatory gaze. “I want to ensure everything is… perfect.”

A shiver ran down your spine as he said the word, the emphasis sending a subtle chill through the air. Krennic began to pace slowly down the line, inspecting each officer with an unnerving precision. Unlike Ralson, who was concerned with the standard details, Krennic’s gaze seemed to dig deeper; as if searching for weaknesses beneath the surface.

You focused straight ahead, trying to keep your expression neutral, even as you felt the weight of his presence drawing closer. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you cursed yourself silently. You never reacted like this to any other officer, no matter their rank. But there was something about Krennic—something that got under your skin in a way that was impossible to define.

When he finally reached your position, he slowed down, pausing right in front of you. He hadn’t stopped for anyone else. Not a single other officer had warranted more than a passing glance, but now, he was standing inches away, studying you.

Did he remember you from yesterday? There were over 1,000 officers on this vessel and you never stood out, or so you think.

The thought sent a jolt of anxiety through you. You had caught his eye in that brief, charged moment, and now you couldn’t help but wonder if it had left an impression—an impression you weren’t sure you wanted to make.

You could feel the heat of his gaze as it traced the lines of your uniform, then slowly traveled up to meet your eyes. Every instinct told you to keep staring straight ahead, to maintain discipline. But the longer he lingered, the harder it became to decide. Would it be disrespectful not to acknowledge him? Or was it more dangerous to meet his gaze and invite his scrutiny?

In the end, you opted for caution, keeping your focus rigidly forward. But Krennic wasn’t having it. He shifted ever so slightly, ensuring his line of sight intersected yours, forcing you into the dilemma you’d been dreading.

His eyes locked onto yours, and time seemed to stretch impossibly long. There was something unreadable in his expression, a mix of curiosity and calculation that sent a prickle of discomfort through your skin. It felt like he was analysing every thought behind your eyes. The air between you tightened with tension, your heart thudding loudly in your ears.

Finally, Krennic made a small, almost dismissive sound in his throat, something between a scoff and a clearing of his voice. The spell broke, and he moved on, continuing down the line without another word.

You exhaled shakily, realising only now that you’d been holding your breath. Brea, who had been standing to your right, leaned slightly in, her voice barely a whisper. “Relax. He’s just testing you. If he was going to tear you apart, he’d have done it already.”

Her attempt to calm you fell flat. You nodded minutely, but the knot of tension in your chest didn’t loosen. Instead, it twisted tighter, leaving you on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Krennic’s unpredictability was what unnerved you the most—you could never tell if his silence was a sign of approval or if he was simply waiting for the right moment to strike.

And the worst part? You still had no idea what he was thinking, what his intentions might be, or whether this was just the beginning of a game you were being drawn into.

Maybe tomorrow will be different.

But you didn’t plan to think of him from then. Every single night.

The next few days blurred into a familiar routine. The ship hummed with the usual activity, the daily grind of assignments, reports, and inspections keeping you busy. Everything had returned to normal. Seemingly.

You hadn’t seen Director Krennic since that unsettling inspection, and life aboard the ship had resumed its regular pattern. But despite the return to routine, your mind remained troubled.

You’d hoped the lingering tension would vanish once Krennic was out of sight, out of mind. But it seemed he had carved out a space in your thoughts, one that you couldn’t quite push away. And Brea didn’t help either.

“Did you hear what I found out?” She asked, leaning over the console, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. “Apparently, Tarkin’s been stepping up his little power plays. He’s convinced the Emperor that Krennic’s lost control of the project. If Krennic’s mood couldn’t get any worse!”

You forced a half-hearted smile, normally ready to match her gossip with snarky quips or some dramatic theory. But today, you were quieter than usual, the usual banter falling flat. You could tell Brea noticed the change in your mood, but she narrowed it to exhaustion or a tough assignment. Which was not far from the truth.

You were tired but mainly because your mind was still rattled by Krennic’s staring. The sight of his eyes had stuck with you, replaying in your mind whenever you were alone.

You hadn’t told Brea about it and probably won’t, but you’d spent more than a few nights lying awake, wondering why he had singled you out. Why couldn’t you let it go? Worse yet, you caught yourself subtly scanning the corridors, half-hoping, half-dreading to see that white cape in the distance.

You were searching for him, and you hated yourself for it.

But as days passed and there was no sign of Krennic, you started to relax. You told yourself he had probably left on one of his shuttles, returning to oversee some other corner of his vast operation. It was for the best, you decided. Life was easier without the gnawing uncertainty his presence brought.

You were in the mess hall with Brea one afternoon, chatting over lunch, when a shadow fell over your table. Looking up, you saw Commander Ralson standing there, his expression stern.

“Commander,” you greeted, straightening slightly.

“Lieutenant,” he said, his voice formal, though you caught a hint of discomfort in his eyes. “Director Krennic requires your presence in his office. Immediately.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your heart lurched as a cold wave of anxiety surged through you. Brea shot you a wide-eyed look, biting her lip to keep from blurting out a comment, though you could practically see the questions swirling in her head.

“Understood,” you replied, keeping your voice steady despite the panic starting to bubble beneath the surface.

As you followed the Commander down the corridors, your mind raced, conjuring every worst-case scenario you could imagine. What could he want? Had you done something wrong? Was this some elaborate punishment for whatever offense you might’ve unknowingly committed? Maker, you knew you should’ve never looked at him.

You were ushered into Krennic’s private office, and the door slid shut behind you with a soft hiss. The room was sleek and cold, polished surfaces and sharp lines dominating the decor. It was almost clinical in its precision, every detail meticulously curated. But your focus was immediately drawn to the man seated behind the massive desk.

Krennic didn’t look up as you entered, his attention fixed on the datapad in front of him. His fingers tapped steadily on the device, the soft clicks echoing in the quiet room. For a long, agonising moment, you simply stood there, nerves prickling under your skin as you waited for him to acknowledge you.

You didn’t want to say it either but it was kinda rude he didn’t.

Finally, without lifting his gaze, he spoke. “You’re probably wondering why you’re here, Lieutenant.”

His voice was smooth, almost indifferent, but you could hear the faintest edge to it. You swallowed hard, your palms clammy as you tried to find your voice. “Yes, sir.”

Krennic paused his work, leaning back in his chair as he finally looked up at you, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with that same unnerving intensity from before. “The officer responsible for assisting me with project reports - what was it, Rein? - has… departed. Apparently, my expectations were too much for him.” There was a faint smirk on his lips, a mix of satisfaction and disdain.

He watched your reaction closely, as if weighing how you’d respond. You could feel the weight of his gaze pressing down on you, but you forced yourself to stay composed.

“And that replacement is… me?” you asked, though the answer was obvious.

“Precisely.” He clipped. “I require someone competent, someone who doesn’t wilt under pressure. I’m told you fit that description.”

You forced yourself to nod, though your thoughts were spiraling. Reports? That couldn’t be all there was to this. Why you, specifically? You had to bite back the urge to question him further, to ask what he really wanted. But you knew better than to push.

“Understood, Director,” you managed, your voice steady, if a bit hollow.

He stared at you a moment longer, as if gauging something deeper. The silence stretched just long enough before he leaned forward slightly, returning his attention to his datapad. “Good. You’ll start tomorrow at 0700 sharp. Don’t be late.”

You could only nod in response, the knot in your chest tightening as he dismissed you with a casual wave of his hand. You turned on your heel and exited the office, the door sliding shut behind you with a finality that sent a shudder down your spine.

As you walked back to the mess hall, Brea was the first person you saw, her eyes wide with curiosity as she rushed up to you. “Well? What did he want?”

You swallowed hard, still trying to process what had just happened. “He wants me to help him with project reports,” you said flatly, your mind still racing.

Brea’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re kidding. He’s putting you in charge of that? Sounds like a nightmare.” She paused, her voice dropping lower. “But I bet there’s more to it than that, isn’t there?”

You didn’t answer.

As Brea continued talking, her words blurred into background noise, your thoughts returning to that cold office, to the unreadable expression on Krennic’s face.

Tomorrow will be interesting, to say the least.

You barely slept that night, your mind spinning with scenarios, each worse than the last. What if you made a mistake? What if Krennic was testing you? By the time your alarm chimed, you were already awake, staring at the ceiling, your nerves frayed.

By the time you reached Krennic’s office at 0700 sharp, you felt hollow, running on jittery adrenaline and determination.

But when you arrived, the office was empty.

The pristine room was eerily quiet, save for the steady hum of the ship’s systems. You looked around, unsure whether to sit down or wait outside. After a moment’s hesitation, you decided you couldn’t just stand there doing nothing.

You’d seen the collection of data devices stacked neatly on the side of his desk, ready for the day’s work. You assumed they were intended for you, so you entered and gathered them.

The pile of devices was heavier than you expected, and you couldn’t help but wonder why all the data couldn’t be put onto one device. You gathered everything into your arms, careful not to disturb anything else, but the stack was awkward to manage. As you straightened, one of the smaller devices slipped slightly, almost falling, and you quickly adjusted it. Unbeknownst to you, nestled at the bottom of the pile was one of Krennic’s personal files.

A file that was not meant for you.

You set up your workstation at the small desk across the room, your focus shifting to the reports you were supposed to compile. Time crawled by as you went through the data, trying to maintain sharp attention despite your fatigue. You were lost in the numbers and projections when the door slid open and the familiar click of boots on the polished floor echoed behind you.

Director Krennic entered, his expression cool and unreadable as ever. A rush of relief washed over you as didn’t seem displeased to find you working already. You offered a polite nod of acknowledgment. “Good morning, Director.”

He barely spared you a glance, already focused on his own work. “Lieutenant,” he greeted curtly before settling into his seat. You were about to turn back to your task, thinking that perhaps things might be going smoothly for once, when his voice cut through the silence again.

“Where is it?” Krennic’s tone was sharp, irritation lacing his words.

Your fingers paused mid-typing. You looked up, confused. “Sir?”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned his desk, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against the polished surface. “There was a file here—one I specifically left out for my use. It’s missing.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, anxiety flaring. You turned to face him fully, a sinking feeling creeping into your stomach. “I… I’m not sure, Director. I didn’t touch anything except the data devices you left for me.”

Krennic’s gaze fixed on you. “Then where is it, Lieutenant?” he asked icily, “I find it hard to believe a file would simply disappear.”

Panic set in as you racked your brain, desperate to figure out what could have happened. Your eyes drifted down to your pile of devices—and there, half-hidden beneath the stack, was a slim, black datapad. Your heart dropped. You gasped, recognising the insignia marking it as one of Krennic’s personal files.

You swallowed hard and immediately grabbed the file, stepping forward with shaky hands. “I’m so sorry, sir. I must have picked it up by accident when I was gathering my work.”

His eyes darkened as you held out the datapad, his expression unreadable. “I see,” he said slowly, his voice devoid of emotion. He took the file from you, his fingers brushing yours just briefly, but it was his gaze that made you shiver.

For a tense moment, he studied you with unnerving intensity. Then, with a deliberate pause, he asked, “Did you read it?”

Your heart hammered in your chest, the question hanging in the air like a death sentence. “No, Director. I swear I didn’t,” you replied, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.

Krennic leaned back in his chair, tapping the datapad lightly against his palm, considering. “Good. Because if you had,” he said, his tone low, “I wouldn’t be nearly as lenient.”

You nodded stiffly, unsure what to say. “Understood, Director. It won’t happen again.”

There was another long pause as he continued to watch you, and you found yourself standing taller, somehow more confident as you held his gaze. Finally, he gave a small, almost dismissive nod, as though deciding you were no longer worth his immediate attention. “See that it doesn’t.”

With that, he returned to his work as if nothing had happened, leaving you standing there, feeling both relieved and shaken. You quickly returned to your desk, your thoughts racing. The encounter left a bitter taste in your mouth—a reminder of just how precarious your position was.

You tried to focus on your work, eyes fixed on the screen, or in your case many screens, in front of you, but it was impossible to ignore him. Across the room, Krennic sat behind his desk, absorbed in whatever task demanded his attention. His brow furrowed in concentration as he read, fingers idly twirling a sleek, black pen with a dexterity that seemed almost effortless.

Your gaze drifted over to him before you could stop yourself, drawn in by the sharp angles of his face, the crisp lines of his perfectly tailored uniform. His appearance was always immaculate, a reflection of the discipline and precision he demanded from everyone around him. But it was his eyes that kept you lingering, those striking electric-blue eyes that seemed to pierce through anyone in their path. They were colder than ice, yet held a certain allure, a dangerous charm that you found yourself being drawn too.

The realisation hit you like a blast of cold air: you found him attractive.

Ridiculously attractive.

It was a thought that sent a jolt of panic through your chest. Why him, of all people? He was your Boss. But there was just something about him; something about the way he commanded a room, the aura of authority he carried effortlessly. It was infuriating and fascinating all at once.

As if on cue, Krennic suddenly looked up, his gaze locking onto yours. Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly looked away, your face heating up as you pretended to be engrossed in the report. You held your breath, sincerely hoping he hadn’t caught you staring.

You risked a quick glance back, only to find his eyes still on you. But just as quickly as he’d looked, his attention returned to his work, and you exhaled, trying to convince yourself that it was just a coincidence.

But it wasn’t a one-time occurrence. Over the next few days, the strange game between you and Krennic continued. While you tried to focus on your assignments, your thoughts inevitably drifted back to him. It became a challenge—one that started to excite you. It was a dangerous game but Krennic seemed to be playing along.

When you stretched your arms, subtly arching your back, you could feel his eyes on you. If you stifled a yawn or let your teeth catch your lower lip in thought, his gaze would flicker to you, lingering just a moment too long on your lips. And you couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through you every time it happened.

There were moments when you swore he was watching you more intently than before, as if trying to unravel the thoughts running through your head. Yet he never commented on it. No reprimands, no acknowledgments—just that watchful stare.

You found yourself pushing the boundaries, testing the waters in subtle ways. Adjusting your posture, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, even letting out a soft, exaggerated sigh when you pretended to be frustrated with a report. Each time, his eyes would lift from whatever he was doing, and you could feel the weight of his gaze settle on you, lingering before he returned to his work as if nothing had happened.

It was maddening.

And intoxicating.

You knew it was risky to toy with someone like Krennic, but you couldn’t help yourself. The thrill of catching his attention, of knowing that beneath his stoic exterior, something in him was attuned to your every movement. You did wonder what was going through his mind. Was this just another power play for him, a way to keep you on edge? Or was there something more beneath the surface? Whatever it was, you couldn’t deny the thrill of having his attention, even if it came with a twinge of fear.

You had just returned from your break, a little more relaxed after stepping away from the unrelenting tension that hung between you and Krennic for the past few days. But as you walked into the office, your tranquility was shattered—literally.

The crash of something smashing against the wall made you yelp, your heart lurching in your chest. You froze, wide-eyed, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Shards of shattered glass glistened on the floor beside you, the remnants of what was once a data device. Your gaze snapped to Krennic.

He was standing behind his desk, hair slightly disheveled, his usually impeccable composure nowhere to be seen. His hands were splayed flat against the polished surface of the desk, knuckles white, as he leaned forward with his shoulders heaving. His chest rose and fell with every ragged breath, and the seething energy radiating from him was almost terrifying.

Your voice came out small and unsure, breaking the heavy silence. “S-Sir? Is everything okay?”

For a long, agonising moment, he didn’t respond. His gaze was locked somewhere distant, his usually sharp eyes now clouded with barely contained fury. You had never seen him like this.

But then you recall Brea’s gossip from earlier in the week; something about how Krennic was due for a transmission from Tarkin today. Given the state he was in, it was clear that conversation hadn’t gone too well.

Carefully, you moved toward his personal caf machine in the corner. The idea of making him a cup of caf wasn’t a grand gesture, but it was the only thing you could think of. Anything to diffuse the tension. You filled the cup, your fingers trembling slightly as you brought it over to his desk.

“I brought you some caf,” you said quietly, setting it down in front of him. “It looks like you might need it.”

For a long moment, Krennic didn’t react, his eyes still fixed on some invisible point far beyond the room. But then, almost as if he was waking from a trance, he blinked and his gaze slowly drifted to you. The storm in his eyes had softened, but there was something else there now—something vulnerable, almost unsure. His voice was low, barely above a murmur. “Did I hurt you?”

The sound of him saying your name, your real name, not “Lieutenant”, caught you off guard. The tension in your shoulders eased slightly as you shook your head. “No, sir,” you assured him, a soft sincerity in your tone.

Krennic exhaled a long breath, the tension visibly draining from him. He stood up straighter, his composure slowly knitting itself back together as he reached for the caf. It was only when he took a step closer to you that he seemed to notice how near you were standing. His eyes swept over your face, searching for something—perhaps fear or unease—but you held your ground, offering a small, genuine smile instead.

He took the caf you offered, raising the cup to his lips. As he took a slow sip, his eyes never left yours. “Nothing stronger?” he asked, an edge of dark humor with the question.

Your smile widened, and you shook your head lightly. “Not in this office, sir.”

There was a flicker of amusement, perhaps, or maybe even appreciation in his gaze. It was the first time you’d seen him like this, letting his guard slip, if only slightly. The man who usually carried himself with unshakeable control was showing you a crack in that armor.

Krennic sighed again, softer this time, and took another sip of the caf. The tension in the room had dissipated, and for a moment, it was just the two of you standing there, the usual unspoken games between you paused.

“Thank you,” he said, his tone quieter, almost reluctant, as though gratitude wasn’t something he often expressed. “For the caf… and for not running.”

You nodded, feeling a warmth in your chest that you didn’t expect. “Anytime, sir.”

Krennic was just about to turn back to his desk when you moved without thinking. You stepped closer, your hand reaching out almost on instinct, fingers brushing through his hair, “here,” you whisper as you begin smoothing it into place. The strands of his hair were softer than you expected, slipping under your fingers with surprising ease. You straightened his collar next, tugging lightly to even out the fabric until it was perfectly aligned, followed by the collar of his cape.

But then the realisation hit you—what are you doing? Your breath caught in your throat as you registered the closeness between you, the warmth radiating off his body now that you were standing mere inches away. Krennic stiffened, only just realising what you had done as his eyes flicked down to your hands, then back to your flushed face.

Your mouth opened, an apology on the tip of your tongue, but the words came out in a flustered rush. “I—Sir, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Before you could turn away and retreat, his hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your wrist with surprising gentleness. “Wait,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with command. You froze as he pulled you closer, the gap between your bodies vanishing. His breath was warm against your cheek, carrying the faint, comforting scent of the caf you had just brewed. Your pulse raced as his eyes scan over your face, studying you with an intensity that made you feel like one of the blueprints on his desk—scrutinised, analysed, evaluated.

“You don’t understand what you do to me,” he said, his voice low and rough, like he was confessing something he’d kept locked away. His grip on your wrist loosened, but his touch lingered, sliding down to rest against your waist. The heat of his palm seeped through the fabric of your uniform, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’ve been thinking about you ever since that day on the deck,” he continued, his tone dark and laced with something almost feral. “You caught my eye the moment you looked at me… and you haven’t left my mind since.”

You swallowed hard, every nerve ending buzzing with the tension that crackled between you. The way his eyes pinned you in place, the way his hand subtly flexed against your waist. It was too much, and yet not enough. You found your voice, shaky but eager to engage. “I thought it was just me,” you admitted, breath hitching as he leaned in even closer, so close that your noses nearly brushed.

The smirk that curled his lips was intoxicating, laced with satisfaction at your confession. “You’ve been teasing me,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent a thrill shooting straight through you. “Stretching… biting that lip of yours… do you think I didn’t notice?”

“I was hoping that you would,” you rasp as your eyes flicker to his lips. Your mouth went dry as you struggled to respond with anything, but before you could form anything, he surged forward and captured your lips with a dominant, demanding kiss.

The force of it stole your breath, his lips claiming yours in a way that left no room for hesitation. You gasped, the sound swallowed by his mouth as his hand tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him.

You barely had time to respond before his hands were on you, strong and decisive, lifting you with ease. You let out a soft gasp as he set you down atop his desk, flimsi scattering beneath you as he stepped between your legs, slotting himself there with deliberate intent.

Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his uniform as you kissed him back, just as fervent and needy as he was. “Director,” you whimper breathlessly.

The pressure of his lips against yours was intoxicating, a heady mix of desperation and desire that left you dizzy. One of his hands slid up your thigh, curling possessively around your hip as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing at your lips until you parted them with a soft moan; tongue wrapping around yours expertly.

He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes were blazing, “You’re driving me mad,” he rasped, his voice hoarse as he trailed his thumb across your lower lip, eyes fixated on the way it trembled under his touch. “Every time I see you, it takes everything in me not to do exactly this.”

You could barely think, let alone form a reply. All you knew was that this was the breaking point—days, maybe weeks, of unspoken tension had led to this moment, and now there was no turning back. The thrill of it, the danger, was overwhelming. “Then don’t hold back,” you whispered, daring him with a gaze that matched his intensity.

A wicked grin spread across his lips, and before you could draw another breath, he was kissing you again—deeper, harder. His hand began to get tangled in your hair that had become loose from its tight bun as the other gripped your waist, pulling you even closer as you clung to him, your heart hammering against your ribs.

As Krennic stepped back, his eyes were heavy with lust and with intent. His gaze never wavered from yours as he slowly slid off his gloves, each movement deliberate, calculated. You shivered from the way he looked at you. It was like he was savouring every second, every inch of you.

He reached for your uniform, fingers grazing your shoulders as he began to undress you. The fabric slipped away from your skin with an excruciating slowness, leaving your chest exposed, clad only in your bra. His eyes darkened with admiration as his hand cupped your breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak that was protruding under the fabric, coaxing a soft gasp from your lips.

“You are stunning,” he murmured, more to himself than to you, as though in awe of what he was revealing. His fingers lingered for a moment, tracing the edge of lace before his other hand slid down to your waistband.

“Raise your hips, darling.” You do as he asks, completely in awe as he tugged your pants down, letting them pool at your ankles before carefully lifting them away. Now, you were left vulnerable before him, the cool material of the desk beneath you a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body.

He discarded his gloves completely, tossing them aside without a care, and held his fingers to your lips. “Suck on my fingers. Get them nice and wet for me.”

The desire in his eyes made your pulse quicken, and without hesitation, you parted your lips, taking his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around them, sucking gently as you let out a soft moan, your eyes fluttering shut in the process.

The taste of leather from his gloves was faint, but the sensation of his fingers in your mouth was overwhelmingly intimate. His gaze never left you, watching intently, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. The praise sent a flush of warmth through your body, and your moans deepened as you swirl your tongue over his fingertips.

He chuckled softly, a lustful, satisfied sound, before pulling his fingers free from your lips with a soft pop. He wasted no time as his hand slipped between your thighs, fingers sliding over the damp fabric of your underwear. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He sighs in approval before he hooked them aside. The moment his fingers made contact with your slick heat, a gasp escaped your lips, your body instinctively trembling.

“There we go,” he murmured, voice low and husky as he teased you with feather-light touches. “So ready… and all for me.”

He watched you intently, eyes half-lidded with desire as he explored you, fingers gliding with a smoothness that made you whimper. The way he looked at you—like you were the most exquisite thing he’d ever laid eyes on—had your heart racing. You couldn’t hold back the small whimpers and gasps as his fingers pressed deeper, slipping inside your pussy, you moan out every ounce of need that had been building up between you for days.

Krennic leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “Tell me how much you want this.”

“I want it so much… please,” you breathed out, hardly recognising your own voice as you begged him.

The smirk on his lips grew darker, and without another word, he curled his finger deeper inside you, his fingers finding that spot within you that made your back arch and your breath hitch. The rhythm he set was both maddeningly slow and utterly precise, like he was savoring every little reaction you gave him, drawing out your pleasure until it was almost unbearable. “So receptive, aren’t you?”

“D-Director, don’t stop.. oh fuck.. please don’t stop.” You lay your back flat on the desk, legs spreading wider as your hands move over your breasts, pulling them out the cup of your bra and begin to pinch at your hardened nipples, desperate for that extra edge.

You hear him let out something similar to a whimper as he watches you, his other hand that had been resting on your thigh moving to brush over your clit, his fingers making fast work. “There you go, there you go my beautiful girl. Give in to me.”

Each touch, each movement was deliberate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as he pushed you closer to the edge. But it was the look in his eyes-predatory and possessive- that had you crashing down with your high. You back arches from the table, panting his name as your legs tremble desperately with your release.

He doesn’t let up, chuckling as he pinches your sensitive clit as you cry out, unphased if anyone were to hear you. “F-Fuck! Please,” you cry, unsure what you are really trying to ask for.

Eventually, he lets go and takes your arms, sitting you up. You're dizzy, disoriented as he takes your chin between his fingers, making sure your gaze is on him. “You did so, so well.” He praises, moving his fingers to his lips and licking them, followed by him putting his fingers back into your mouth, tasting your aftermath.

You suck on his fingers like a woman starved and then lean into him, kissing him. He smiles against your lips, swallowing his small moans as you quietly beg him for more.

He began to undress, unfastening his uniform with practiced ease, but you suddenly reached out and took hold of his hands.

“Wait,” you said, your voice trembling with both anticipation and a daring excitement. “Can I have you… like this?” You gestured to his still-partially-clad form, your eyes roving over the impeccably sharp lines of his uniform. The thought of being taken by him while he remained in his authoritative attire stirred a deep, thrilling excitement in you.

Krennic raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Are you commanding the Director now?” His voice was a mix of amusement and curiosity, but there was no mistaking the gleam of intrigue in his eyes.

You flushed slightly, feeling a shiver of self-consciousness. “I didn’t mean to—” you began, but he interrupted you with a chuckle, clearly delighted by your boldness.

“If that’s what you want,” he said, his tone dropping to a low, seductive murmur, “then who am I to refuse?”

With a fluid motion, he released himself from his pants, the sight of his arousal makes you gasp. He stroked himself slowly, the motion smooth and controlled. Your gaze followed the movement of his hand, mesmerised by the way he seemed to effortlessly control his own pleasure.

“Sir,” you whispered, “you’re so…” you don’t even have the words, your mouth salivating as you watch him.

Krennic’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “You like that, don’t you? The authority, the control?”

You nodded, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “Yes, Director. I want you… now.”

He grinned, the expression a mix of pride and desire, and moved closer, positioning you carefully atop the desk. He guided you into a position that had you spread out in a way that made you feel utterly at his mercy. The cool surface of the desk was a sharp contrast to the warmth of his body as he hovered above you, his uniform still immaculate.

His hands grip your thighs, spreading them apart with deliberate slowness. You shudder under his touch, a small whine parting your lips as the tip of his cock settles upon your clit, his hips gently rocking back and forth to tease you. “You’re trembling,” he murmurs, “Is it fear… or something else, darling?”

You bite your lip, your breath catching as his voice sends shivers down your spine, watching his gorgeous swollen head starts to move between your folds this time. “You know exactly what it is, Director.”

“Such a clever girl. Always so eager to please.” His tone is teasing, but beneath it lies an edge of hunger, barely restrained. His hands trail down your body, brushing over your exposed skin, almost like he’s admiring a fine piece of art. He grabs his cock again and this time he pushes past the teasing and slips wonderfully inside you, filling you. There’s a wince on your tongue, eyes screwing shut as he stretches you. It had been a while.

“Mmmm,” he rumbles, his head tilting back as he settles inside you, allowing himself and you to adjust to his girth, “such a warm cunt.”

You whimper at his filthy words, watching between your legs as you prop yourself up on your elbows as he begins to move in and out of you, his cock glimmering with your arousal before he pushes back into you.

His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I think you like being at my mercy,” he says softly, his voice laced with both challenge and curiosity. “You crave it, don’t you? That sense of submission… knowing that I’m in control.”

You swallow hard, feeling the truth of his words sink in just as his cock does. “Yes, Director,” you reply, your voice a whisper as your fingers grip the desk. “I trust you.”

For a brief moment, something flickers in his eyes—something more vulnerable, almost appreciative—but it’s quickly replaced by that signature smirk. “Good. Because I intend to take everything you’re willing to give.”

With that, Krennic presses you closer to him, his cock reaching that spot inside you with a heated jolt. “M-More, please.” You beg as he holds your thighs further apart as he starts to thrust with even strides, the pleasure like no other as you submit to him completely.

His groans are low and rough, his eyes fixed on watching his cock slip in and out of you with ease. He raises one of your legs, hooking it around his back as his hands begin to travel up your body.

Breath hitching, his fingers brush over your collarbone, tracing a line from your neck down to your chest where he then pinches and tugs gently at your nipples. “You look perfect like this,” he murmurs. “A picture of submission and beauty, being devoured by me.” His thrusts become rough, the flimsi on his desk scattering below you as you lay fully back, your body thrusting up and down the desk with every powerful grind.

He leans over the top of you, capturing your lips in a kiss, claiming every ounce of your attention. You respond in kind, hands curling into the fabric of his uniform as you pull him closer, both of your legs now wrapping around his body, tangled in his cape.

“Director,” you whisper against his lips, the title now carrying a deeper, more intimate weight.

“Say that again,” he commands, his voice husky as he brushes his lips along your jaw, his fingers tightening their grip on you.

“Director,” you moan softly, your voice laced with submission and desire. The word is like a key, unlocking something primal in him as his gaze darkens with raw intensity. “F-Fuck, you’re so good pleasing me. Your cock is so thick.”

“That’s a good girl.” His voice is a velvet growl, full of dark promise, and his hands slide back to your waist, lifting you and flipping you so your face was now pressed down against his desk, legs dangling over the edge as he takes you from behind effortlessly. “Now, let’s see just how well you can follow orders.”

You moan desperately as he spanks your arse, swearing out loud in pleasure as his cock drills harsher into you than before, his hand tangled in your hair as he grips firmly onto it as he takes you.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he confesses, in a desperate moan, pulling out and slapping his arse with his cock before fucking straight back into you. “Since the moment I saw you watching me—.” he growls with a roll of his hips, “thinking you were being so subtle, so discreet. But I noticed.”

You can’t help but smirk, remembering every stolen glance, every time you tried to hide how much you were drawn to him. “I couldn’t help it,” you admit, voice breathless as you move yourself back up onto his cock. “You’re impossible to ignore.”

You don’t see it but his eyes flash with satisfaction, your walls tightening perfectly around his cock with every praise sent both ways. After a minute of brutal fucking, he flips you so you’re on your back again, stealing a kiss from your lips as he seethes back inside you.

Your back contorts, rising off the desk in an effort to press your hips further down, to take him deeper even when you see Krennic almost bottoming out—his cock pressed almost painfully against your cervix. “Stars, you’re so beautiful.” He moans in a higher octave, face buried in the crook of your neck. Your hands wrap around his back, clawing at his cape.

Your head spins with the thought that he was going to cum and coat your inside with his powerful, seed. Your body has submitted fully to him and is desperate to take more and more of him, to take all of him.

He leans back suddenly, one hand grabbing at your waist and the other moving to brush over your clit. “You’re close aren’t you, hm? You’re going to cum with me-!”

You see how affected he is—the sweat that bundled trickled down the side of his temple, his blue eyes half-lidded and so full of desire, his brows furrowed with pleasure. He’s going to cum soon and you can read it all over his face. “Such a divine pussy, you’re so beautiful.” He gasps and you’re in complete awe as you watch him come undone as you soon meet your high as stars start to blur in your eyes. “Fuck, cum with me, I’m fucking-!”

The next moments blur into a series of touches, kisses, and desperate whispered words as the tension that’s been building between you for days finally finds release. Your body trembles with the shake of your orgasm, his fingers working perfectly against your clit as he pumps inside of you.

And Krennic doesn’t hold back, and neither do you.

By the time he finally pulls away, breath ragged and chest heaving, the desk is askew, flimsi scattered, but neither of you care. His uniform remains perfectly in place, while you lay back, utterly spent and thoroughly satisfied. His fingers trail down your arm, the touch almost tender now, as he studies you with a look that’s oddly affectionate.

“You did well, darling,” he murmurs, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve more than earned my attention.”

Krennic adjusted his uniform a touch and then took a seat on the chair behind his desk, closing his eyes with a content expression.

Meanwhile you stood nearby, suddenly feeling shy and unsure, the intensity of what just happened leaving you at a slight loss. The confidence you’d felt just moments ago just vanished. After all, this was Director Krennic. Your superior. How were you supposed to act now?

Sensing your hesitation, Krennic leaned back in his chair, his eyes taking in your expression. With a softness that was different to his usual sharp demeanor, he reached out and took your hand. “Come here,” he said, the command wrapped in a velvet tone. There was a tenderness in the way he guided you closer, a hand resting on your hip as he coaxed you to sit on his lap.

Blushing, you settled against him, feeling the warmth of his body and the firmness of his embrace. He reached for the collar of his cape and gently wrapped it around your shoulders.

You couldn’t help but ask the question that had been lingering on your mind, your voice softer than usual. “Why… why did this happen?” Your fingers toyed with the edge of his cape, nervous yet curious.

Krennic paused for just a moment, his fingers brushing against your back in soothing, repetitive motions. “Because I’m drawn to you,” he admitted, his voice lower, more honest. “This isn’t just a fleeting indulgence. You’ve captured my attention in ways I didn’t anticipate. And no,” he added, his tone firm but reassuring, “this won’t be a one-time thing. But it must remain between us. Do you understand?”

You nodded, a quiet sigh escaping your lips as his hand continued its calming path up and down your back. There was something comforting about the way he held you now. Dominant yet caring.

“Director…” you began after a few minutes of gentle humming and touches, unsure of how to continue. You wanted to ask if you should get dressed, if you should return to your duties.

He responded with a soft, knowing smile, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “When we’re alone, you may call me Orson,” he murmured, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss.

You smiled shyly against his lips, whispering, “Orson,” testing the name on your tongue. It felt strange but intimate.

He chuckles, liking the way you said his name. “That’s better,” he whispered, trailing his fingers along your jawline. “Now, let’s take our time, shall we?”

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[99tech99]

Masterlist!

Just changed my avatar to an absolutely gorgeous commission by @amalthiaph!!! It is so beautiful and I am so obsessed and she was so amazing to work so patiently with me every step of the way.

I've got a lot of WIPs, so I hope to be updating this regularly as I finally finish things. However, I'm very capricious with my process, so who knows. And they will not be posted in order, but the Masterlist will be listed chronologically.

My blog is 18+ Minors DNI!

(It is beautiful, thanks babe!)

Currently hyperfixated on Director Daddy…

Requests are open if anyone is interested! I’d be down to write almost anything for almost any Star Wars character - just ask!

Most posts are at minimum suggestive, but the rare fluff piece is denoted with ��️. Mild to spicy is denoted with 🌶️ and actual smut is denoted with 🔥.

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Director Krennic

Krennic's Glove - One shot 🔥

Krennic (Giving) Head Cannon - One shot 🔥

Krennic Wins Your Birthday ☁️

Sex and Stardust - Longer Fic

Fic Summary: Reader meets Krennic almost immediately at the founding of the Empire. She's Senator for Kuat, the planet largely responsible for supplying starships and weapons for the Empire. He’s building the most colossal weapon the galaxy has ever seen. They find each other insufferable. Naturally, sex ensues.

Fic General A/N: I have the whole story outlined and a lot in my works in progress. Right now it kind of reads like a series of one shots, but as I finish and write more, the gaps will close and be a more complete story.

Featuring Thrawn 🔵

In Which Krennic Miscalculates 🌶️

In Which Krennic Behaves Himself at His Dinner Party…Sort Of 🌶️🔵

In Which Krennic Puts His Mouth to Good Use 🔥

In Which Tarkin Gets His Question Answered

The Dresses - Pictures I’ve found of what I imagine Reader’s dresses could look like!

Thrawn

Manspreading Slut - coming soon…🔥

The Bad Batch

Need a Hand? - Tech x Reader (For Summer of the Bad Batch 2024)☁️

Need a Hand? - Tech x Reader (My Version) 🌶️

Nolan Sorrento

Part I - Reader is brand new at IOI. She receives a surprise at her performance review.

Part II - Nolan isn’t making his move. Reader takes things into her own hands.

Part III - Nolan actually tries.

Part IV -

Part V -

What’s cooking??

Thrawn One Shot

Thrawn x Reader x Krennic

The rest of the Ready Player One fic

TWO versions of Krennic x Reader getting it on at the Empire Day Gala

Sub Krennic/Dom Reader??!?

A super fun Bad Batch Surprise

[enaelyork]

Holidays is on road. I open request again for this guys because i'm in love of them all.

Remember :

⭐ i take sometimes more time for write.

⭐ I can do aesthetic, drabble and headcanon.

⭐ +18 and smut are okay.

⭐ X reader is my fav' inspiration

⭐ English is not my native langage.

⭐Please don't be shy, ask =)

[abitchnamedtia]

Krennic and Y/N, which is Tarkin's daughter, are dancing together at the anual imperial ball.

Krennic, grinning : You father looks real mad. Are you happy ?

Y/N : Not enough... Keep holding me.

Krennic, laughing : You do are feisty aren't you ? I like that.

Y/N : Stop dreaming Krennic, I'm only dancing with you to piss my father off.

Krennic, smirking : Obviously... Obviously.

[septima-severa]

Mischief

Originally, I needed a bit of comfort during working at the microscope for long hours. Last winter, I imagined Orson Krennic (not really) providing it. Since then, it has been living rent-free in my head. A.k.a. Ben Mendelsohn left his wife at home while filming.

Anyone for weird phone... call?

“Touch yourself, pet.”

Your fingers glided through the wetness pooling at your sex easily, parting the sensitive labia. Your breathing hitched once your nail caught on the clitoris, sending tingles through your nerves.

“How does it feel?”

“Lonely,” you whined into the phone. “I wish you were here.”

“I wish so, too, doll.” Ben then proceeded to tell you about things he would do to you if he wasn’t thousands of miles away right then. When he got to a detailed description of how heavenly your pussy would feel around his cock, his voice bore more than traces of how this phone call affected him. If you were able to concentrate on him, you would hear him fisting himself. But alas, your mind was preoccupied with all those delicious images he was planting into your head, whispering like an incubus from behind you. Your imagination was running so wild that you could feel the ghost touches of his large hands on your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Are you close?”

“Y-yes,” you panted, focusing on the coiling heat in your lower belly.

“Stop.”

His command penetrated the fog in your brain quickly once you registered it. “You bastard!” you gasped, your slick fingers leaving the confines of your panties only reluctantly. “You can’t leave me like this, you sadist! How am I going to focus on work now?!”

But he was chuckling on the other side of the line, and you supposed he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You can always help yourself, doll,” the seduction dripping from his voice was a drug to you, and you let out another frustrated sigh that was carried over the line. Then his tone changed, becoming darker and full of promise. “But you know you’ll deserve a punishment if you do so,” he almost whispered.

Then your work phone rang on the coffee table in front of the sofa you were splayed on – only in your now soaked underwear –, the vibrations accompanying the ringtone shaking the mug with tea gone cold.

[sweettee18]

Star Wars Imagines #6

Giving Love A Chance

Director Krennic x reader

Note: I’m putting one of my canine chimeras in here(Calcipher, Cavalier King Charles Spaniel)

Warning: Infidelity and abandonment of responsibilities

Rosalie was known to be the daughter of a well respected lieutenant commander of the Galactic Empire. At first, everyone steered clear of her because she was known to have a little bite to her personality if you were to ever cross her. She may gotten that from her father. This trait had somehow attracted the Director of Advanced Weapons of Research.

Krennic was introduced to Rosalie, who happen to be not only the new recruit to the galactic empire, but she was known to be the goddaughter of Governor Tarkin, who raised her after her fathers’ untimely demise. Her mother died after she was born, and her father was left to raise her up to the age of five. Ever since, then she had been in the governors’care. He and the lieutenant commander go way back, and he appointed him to be the legal guardian of his daughter, if anything were to happen to him.

Almost immediately, when Krennic got a glimpse of her as she was being introduced to the rest of the crew, he was taken by surprise at the sight of her. As she approached him, she said, “Would you like to paint a portrait, Director? I’m pretty sure it will last longer if you like what you see.” Most of the crew were heard snickering at her comment, including, Tarkin. “Now now, Rosalie. Play nicely.” Tarkin said in a gentle way to his goddaughter, as she looked at him at the corner of her eye. “My apologies, Governor.”

The comment snapped the Director out of his thoughts and he looked at the Governer and said, “You never mentioned about having a goddaughter.” “That’s because you never asked me.” He replied, as he walked away with his goddaughter to introduce her to rest of the crew. “I gotta get to know this woman.” The Director thought as he walked down the hallway to fill the rest of his duties for the day.

Later that night…

Rosalie was just settling in to a new quarters, and she was laying down new fresh linens on her bed when there was a knock at her door. She walked over to the side of her bed and opened her datapad which happen to have a camera outside of her living quarters. “Is there something you need, Director?” She asked as she picked up the datapad and sat down on her bed and looked at the screen.“I would like to speak with you if that’s not a bother.” He said as he stood in the front door. Rosalie put down her datapad and looked that her faithful, and most trusted companion, Calcipher.

“Why don’t you go on and do your rounds? I’ll be fine.” Calcipher hopped up and walked out of the room and out the front doors as they swooshed open to let the Director in. As soon as the dog disappeared down the hallway, he looked back in the living quarters with Rosalie stood in front of him with her arms crossed. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything…” He said as he walked in. “No, you weren’t interrupting anything, so I have nothing else to do then to sleep until the next morning.” She said as she walked away to the counter to get a drink of water from her kitchen. As she was doing this, the Director said, “I hope you will settle in with us just fine.” She turned around and gave him a look and asked, “why do you say that?”

He replied, “I noticed that you had a little bit of a sassiness to your behavior earlier today, as I was being introduced to you along with the rest of the crew.” Rosalie rolled her eyes and set the glass of water down on the counter, and said to him, “I do apologize for that. I’m just going through a rough patch right now.” Krennic was taken aback at this. “Did something happen on your homeworld? “He asked. “I just finalized my divorce with my now ex-husband, Thatcher, who I was married to for seven years. I’m so glad we do not have children together because it would’ve been more complicated, which I consider a blessing in disguise.”

“Irreconcilable differences?” He asked. “He cheated on me… With my best friend and got her pregnant.” Krennic’s eyes grew wide as soon as she said that. “Oh dear. That must’ve hurt.” he said. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m fertile. I can have children, I would’ve dealt with it as long as he took care of his responsibilities. I forgave him for cheating and getting her pregnant, but what he did make my blood boil.” She said as she squeezed her hands and balled them up into a fist. When the directors saw this, he stood back and asked, “He left you?”

She looked at him and said, “Oh no, he didn’t want to leave me, neither did he wanted me to leave him…” He braced himself. “He had the audacity to relinquish his rights to the child as a parent.” Krennic raised eyebrows in disgust. “I couldn’t believe he did that, having my now former best friend raise her child by herself. Of course, she did apologize and I forgave her too, but I said it would be better if we parted ways because I couldn’t trust her. She completely understood.”

“How did your godfather take this when you told him?” Krennic asked her. “Oh! He was furious! As soon as I told him, he told me to pack up my things and he would come get me, which is why I am here.” He never thought he would do this, but he actually walked toward Rosalie, placed his hand on top of hers and gave it a squeeze. he looked at her and said, “I’m sorry that this happened to you. He does not deserve you. You deserve so much better.”

Rosalie looked at the Director and asked him, “Were you ever cheated on?“ He looked at her and said, “I never had the time to date anyone, so my life is very busy.…” She looked down and took the glass of water to take a sip. “But I am willing to give it a chance, that is if you are willing to.“ This made her nearly choke and spat out the water she was drinking as look at Krennic with wide eyes. “But until then, I will give you time to fully recuperate before you could start dating again.”

“I was just about to say that!“ She said as she began to laugh. He was surprised that he found himself laughing with her. “You’re right, it’s best if we wait before I start dating again because I need time to deal with my ex trying to get me back, because as soon as I left, he began to call nonstop.” Krennic looked and said, “Do you want me to scare him?” “No, I have Calcipher to deal with him.” Krennic looked at Rosalie with the confused expression. She said, “I forgot to mention to you that Calcipher is not what you see in that small form of his.…” before she could finish, Krennic said, “He’s a Chimera, I know. Tarkin told me.” Her eyes grew wide at his comment. “You knew?“ She asked, and he replied, “Oh course. I’ve been knew. And it’s no wonder why you have a little bite to your personality as I was told.” She burst out laughing, along with him.

“I’ll tell you what: I will let you know that I’ll be ready as soon as I get myself together. And I will have to inform my godfather about this, and see what he says.” He nodded in agreement, bid each other good night and left the her quarters with a smile on his face. Looking forward to give this new chapter in his life a chance that he would experience.

(For the record, Tarkin did let them date. Just as long as he treated her well and not be the same way her ex did her🤣🤣.)

Hope you guys enjoy the story. Like comment and have a blessed day. 😊

[99tech99]

me!

also me: why my fics get no interactions? 🙃🥲

[99tech99]

almost forgot about wip wednesday!!

He had forgotten to put away the carved relief. Krennic kicked himself mentally. A single glance at one kriffing piece of artwork and Thrawn would think he knew everything there was to know about a person. In anticipation of this obnoxious habit, Krennic had put away his modest collection of art before the dinner party. All but one. Naturally Thrawn was drawn to it immediately like a…fucking blue moth to a flame. Krennic was too irritated even to think of a more insulting analogy.

It wasn’t even valuable, not by Krennic’s standard, anyway. He wasn’t even sure what planet it was from. It was just an ancient raised carving of a battle. Krennic had merely appreciated the detail in the weaponry.

And there you were next to him. The two of you were clearly discussing the relief. You were resplendent in a backless red gown. Your hair was in soft curls, gathered in front of one shoulder as not to obscure any sight of your bare skin. Krennic hoped the front of your dress plunged as deeply as the back. To his absolute fury and acute embarrassment he felt a tightness in the front of his pants. He struggled to get a mental grip on himself.

Thrawn leaned down slightly, saying something to you in a low voice Krennic couldn’t hear. The delicate bangles on your arm sparkled brilliantly as you reached up to gently touch his shoulder. You turned to him, laughing, a dazzling smile lighting your profile. Thrawn smiled too. Krennic hadn’t even been aware Chiss were physically capable of smiling. You stood on tiptoe, tilting your face toward Thrawn’s. He bent toward you a bit more, giving you a brief but tender kiss. That does it, Krennic decided.

i had SO much fun writing this scene.

what do we think ensues next?? i honestly have like 4 different ideas and i cant choose 😅

EDIT (bc ppl keep liking this on wednesdays haha): it’s done! here’s the finished scene

@empresskrennic

@allthebestscreennamesaregone63

@enaelyork

@starladyy

[enaelyork]

Krennic's rooms - Aesthetic Headcanon

Hi, my name is Pauline and i have a new passion : Make room Aesthetic. That's insane.

I can't stop imagine take a glasses of wine or champagne with the Director in his appartements on Coruscant or another empire base.

[anundyingfidelity]

one of my favorite genres is reader x alien/god/foreign villain-like character who has a big ego, wants power and recognition but for some reason (or punishment) has to be sent to the human world and learn to be humble with the reader's help while falling in love with them.

[99tech99]

i should not check tumblr at work

im loling so loud rn and all my coworkers are like—ok well they are used to me by now but there is still the slight “bitch wtf is wrong with you” vibes

god this is so true 😅😅☠️

My constant struggle when writing PWP

[raevulsix]

Here’s my Comic-Inspired Art for @nahoney22’s awesome Thrawn x Reader fanfic with Director Krennic. ✨

You can find the fic, A Warrior’s Need, here.

[sweettee18]

A request for @enaelyork

Star Wars Imagines #7

Epilogue to (Giving Love A Chance)

A New Addition

It has been two years since Krennic and Rosalie been together. Now married, Rosalie became excited and worried when she gets good news from the medical droid and bad news from her godfather, Tarkin.

Rosalie and Krennic have now been married for a year. Everything was going well for her until one day, she started feeling very sick. She immediately checked herself into the medical hall to get looked at to make sure it wasn’t serious. As she waited for the results from the medical droid, her godfather walked in to check on her. “Are you sure everything is all right?”, he asked with a worried look on his face, even though he doesn’t show his emotions when he’s out in public, but when he’s with his goddaughter, he lets himself go.

Rosalie looked at her godfather and said, “I’m fine, it may be a stomach bug. Who knows?” The medical droid, 7C-27 walked in with clipboard in his mechanical hand. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Rosalie shook her head. The droid continued. “Well, I’m glad that your godfather is here, because the cause of your vomiting so much is that you are experiencing morning sickness. In other words, you’re expecting your first child.” Both Rosalie and Tarkin looked at the droid with the confused expression, then looked at each other. “Morning sickness?” Rosalie asked. “Expecting?” Asked the governor. The droid replied, “Yes, not only you are expecting, but you are 16 weeks long.”

Both of them had the look of shock on their faces when they heard how far along Rosalie is in her pregnancy. “Congratulations.” the droid said, as he walked away. Tarkin looked at Rosalie and hugged her. As soon as they broke the hug, Rosie looked up at her godfather, “Is there something you wanted to see me about godfather?” The governor looked at his goddaughter with worry, “there’s something that you need to know about, and it’s not going to be pretty when I tell you…” “Well, what is it?” She asked.

Governor Tarkin took a deep breath and said, “Thatcher is on his way here to see you.” Rosalie rolled her eyes in annoyance. “For what?” She asked. “I’m not sure, but I will tell him you’re not interested.”He said, which calmed her down. “ Now, you mustn’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. You, however, need complete rest.” He said as he ushered her out of the room.

Later…..

As Rosalie was getting herself ready for bed, she thought, “What am I going to tell Krennic? The good news or the bad news?” Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the doors swooshing open and Krennic walking toward her. He grabbed her and hugged her tightly as she returned it. “Love, you’re squeezing us too hard.” She said, feeling constricted. Immediately, he broke away, got down to her stomach level and began to kiss it repeatedly.

“Oh my little one, I can’t wait to meet you.” He spoke into her nearly noticeable abdomen and looked up at Rosalie. “And I’m pretty sure little Krennic can’t wait to meet you too.” She said with a smile. Krennic got up to his full height and kissed her ever so gently on her lips. As he was holding her, the intercom began to beep and an officer said. “Director, you better get down here at the hangar. There’s an issue that has taken place.” Almost immediately, Krennic and Rosalie sighed in frustration and looked at each other.

“Don’t worry, I will get to the bottom of this. You stay here and rest.” He kissed her one last time before leaving. As he was, he looked down at Calcipher, who was lay in his bed. “ I’m in need of your assistance.” Krennic said to his with a smirk.

Later…

“I will not tolerate this one bit. So I will suggest you make this easy and you leave this instant.” Tarkin said to Thatcher as he was doing his best not to lose his temper. “I will leave when I speak to Rosalie….” Thatcher didn’t finish his sentence when Krennic entered the hangar with Calcipher…. In his chimera form. He was the size of a T-rex, but with fur. “My apologies, but my wife is unavailable at this time or any time you request for her.” He said as Calcipher could be heard growling. Thatcher never thought chimeras could get that big, but now seeing one up close, he thought he wet himself. But Thatcher was shocked to hear Rosalie got married, but Krennic didn’t tell him that she was pregnant. “WIFE?!?”, Thatcher asked in shock. “Yes, do you have a problem with that?” Krennic asked. But Thatcher snickered.

“You obviously believe you can scare me with this big ball of….” He didn’t get a chance to finish when Calcipher got up close and personal….in his face as he snarled at him. “ I did mentioned earlier that Rosalie did have a little bite to her personality.” Tarkin warned Thatcher as he walked closer to him as placed his hand on Calcipher’s head.

“Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way…”Krennic said as he walked Thatcher with a warning in his voice. “…One: You’ll get back on your shuttle and leave, or Two: you might as well be Calcipher’s new play toy?” Thatchers’ eyes grew so wide that they felt as if they going to pop out of his skull. “ Very well then…” he said feeling defeated. “….I will leave, but this isn’t over.” “ You ever go near my wife, your ex, I will kill you myself.” Krennic said through his gritted teeth as he too got close to his face the same way as Calcipher did it. Thatcher immediately stepped back, went into his shuttle and flew off into space.

Rosalie stayed up waiting for her husband to come home, worried something had happened to him. Before she could get out of bed, Krennic walked in just in time to see Rosalie getting up. “Ah ah ah, get back in bed, sweetheart.” He walked over to her side tucked her in.” What happened?” She asked, but he didn’t answer. He walked backed to her side got in bed beside her, while still in his uniform. He pulled her close to him, with one arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other on her stomach as he whispered to her, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. But for now I want you to rest. You both have a long journey ahead you.”

As he said this, they both felt the baby kick. He leaned up and looked at Rosalie, who was smiling in her sleep. He smile at her sleeping form as he laid himself back down and closed his eyes.

Five months later, Rosalie gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, who they both agreed to name him Oliver Howard Krennic. 8 pounds and 8 ounces. As Krennic held him in his arms, he felt his heart skip a beat. “You have your mother’s eyes.” He said to his son as Rosalie laid in bed, resting after feeding him. He was two days old when Tarkin came to visit his god grandson. “But he has his father’s features.” Krennic agreed as he handed Oliver over to him.

“How is she?” Tarkin asked. “She’s fine, she’s sleeping. She did great.” He replied. Tarkin looked at Oliver, handed him back to Krennic and said, “Take good care of them.” Krennic replied, “I will.”

Hope guys enjoy this story. Like and comment. Have a great day. 😊

[iloveoldermen46]

Dear God in Heaven please sir I can’t handle this anymore 🥵😩….like mmhm god

[99tech99]

5!! 😭

but i love it sm

fan fic authors be like yes i know this will flop however i simply have too much love for this character and my very niche headcanons for them. and i think that is so fuckin sexy of us

[realhousewifeofcoruscant]

Chapter One

Notes: This was going to be a one shot but once I started writing I couldn't stop. I have already written chapters 1-3. I am not sure how many it will be in total...probably around 5! I will post chapter 2 in a day or so! I don't have a title yet. I am terrible at coming up with them! Hopefully by the time I post the next chapter I'll have a title! I did proof read but I am only human (derogatory) Hopefully I didn't miss any massive errors!

Orson Krennic x Fem!reader

Summary: Rebel gangs have been kidnapping family members of imperial officers. Several high ranking officers have had their wives or children taken in recent weeks. The Empire is trying to track the rebels down and rescue the victims. Orson is incredibly worried his wife will become the next victim.

Word Count: 565 words

Warnings: None for this chapter! Be sure to read the warnings in future chapters as there will be smut/violence/debauchery in future chapters!

Chapter One

Orson's datapad beeped for the 5th time in the last 5 minutes. "Ori, your datapad...get it." you mumbled sleepily into your pillow. After a moment his datapad beeped again. You stretched your arm out into the bed feeling for him. Your hands were met with empty, cold sheets. You sat up rubbing the tiredness from your eyes. "Ori?" you called out looking around the room. Once you had awoken fully you realized the shower was on.

You slipped off the bed and walked over to the refresher door and opened it. "Ori darling, your datapad has been going off like mad the last 5 minutes. Shall I bring it to you?" The shower turned off and Orson pulled the curtain back.

“No need, I am done in here. I'll get it." He said as he reached for a towel. "Did it wake you? I'm sorry, love.” He said sympathetically as he wrapped the towel around himself.

"It's fine, I needed to get up anyway. I've got a meeting in a couple of hours." you said through a yawn. Orson walked over to his datapad and picked it up. His fingers swiping across the screen rapidly. You sat back down on the bed and watched as Orson's expression changed with each swipe he took.

"What?" you heard him mumble in disbelief. "How did this happen?" he continued to talk to himself under his breath as he swiped faster and faster through his datapad.

"What's the matter?" you asked.

“no, no, no this doesn't make sense." He muttered.

“What doesn't make sense?" you asked with a slight panic rising in your chest. Orson didn't answer you or look up from his datapad. He continued swiping with a look of disbelief and shock.

“Orson!" you snapped "What's wrong?"

Finally Orson looked up from his screen. “There has been an incident with a rebel gang. It seems the wife and teenage son of Admiral Sloane have been kidnapped.”

“Oh my stars!” You gasped.

“Apparently the rebels sent a message to the emperor claiming they will continue to kidnap family members of high ranking officials until their demands are met.” He said in bewilderment.

“That is insane…I can’t believe the rebels have stooped this low.” You whispered in disbelief.

"I need to leave, now. Tarkin's called an emergency meeting." He said putting down his datapad. He began rifling through the closet for his uniform.

“You're not to leave the Death Star today." He said fumbling with his belt. “In fact, don’t leave our quarters.”

"Don't leave our quarters? That seems a bit over dramatic. Surely I am safe anywhere aboard the Death Star." You protested.

"Do not argue with me! I said stay in our quarters! Do you understand me?" His blue eyes narrowed on you.

"Alright, alright…I’ll reschedule my meeting.” I wont leave our quarters." You responded.

“Promise me." He said sternly.

"I promise I wont leave our quarters." you repeated. "I'll reschedule the meeting."

Orson smiled "That's my good girl." he said kissing your forehead. "Stay put for me, I'll be back as soon as I can."