#Shriv x Reader

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The duros boys + pirate kings response to their s/o whispering some unhinged horny shit to them unprompted? Just a moment of "JEEZ SOMEONES HORNY TODAY?!"

Shriv would pretend to be appalled, pulling away to look at you in mock shock and disgust. Then, he would lean forward and whisper right back. "Meet me in hangar 3. You're about to learn the meaning of the word cockpit."

I see Shriv in an established relationship as a little dirty-minded himself once he is comfortable with you, even if this might take some time, and he can match your sense of humor twofold.

He would casually stand and wander off. You know better than to follow right away. It's a little game you play to make sure you're not caught as there are hundreds of people aboard the Restoration at any given moment. ;D

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Bane would arch his brow ridge, turning his head slowly to look at you. He might gaze at you a moment before swishing his toothpick to one side, legs kicked up on the table as he is taking a moment to relax. "Ye' don't say."

He would casually put his feet down, stand, and wait. If you don't understand his meaning, he would fold his arms and stare whilst leaning on one leg. "Don't rush on my account."

When you finally take the hint, he'd smirk and quip. "What took ye' so long, thought ye' were raring an' ready t'go."

This man takes any chance he can get to tease you.

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Hondo's neutral expression would spread out into a mischievous, shit-eating grin that curls up toward his pointed ears. He would chuckle in that deep, throaty way of his and lean forward to brush the backs of his fingers along your jaw.

"Such tings you say," he whispers across your skin, so close to your mouth. "Es et all talk, I wonder?" Maybe he even grazes the flat of his nose across your cheek.

He wants to provoke you, force you to make the first move. It's a fun little pastime for him. He loooooves to feel desired, and you wanting him only fuels his ego.

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**Main Masterlist**

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I Can't Help Falling In Love With You (Iden Versio x Reader)

(Gif found here!)

Pairing: Iden Versio x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Word Count: 3.0k Words

Warnings: None

Summary: After defecting from the Empire, Iden and Del join the Republic. It’s there that Iden begins to catch feelings for someone she once swore to be her enemy.

A/N: My first request! I hope I did okay. :3 Enjoy!

“We don’t even know how to fly x-wings.” Iden spoke as she followed the general into the hangar bay, where life just seemed to be teeming. She couldn’t help herself as she shifted her gaze every so often to inspect the area. Nearby pilots were getting ready for takeoff, mechanics working on the last few patches to the various ships littered in the area, and droids scurried about to join their respected pilots. It kinda reminded her of the Imperial hangars, only more messy. Various crates and tubes were scattered around the area and even though everything seemed in disarray, everyone knew exactly where everything was.

��Should be easy for special forces.” Lando spoke as he turned to face her and Del, placing a hand on his belt as he shifted his gaze between the two. Del was still on edge about this, but at this point what other choice did they have? They had seen what the Empire was doing, how wrong it all was. All the good they were told they were doing, the good they believed they were doing, turned out to be nothing but a bunch of lies; They were doing more harm than good and the two had enough. So, here they were, talking with a general about possibly joining the Republic. 

“What’s the alternative, Iden?” Del spoke, watching his commander carefully as she hummed and turned away from him, putting her hands on her hips as she inspected the hangar around her, her eyes occasionally landing on your form as you worked on your ship, your droid beeping at you every so often beside you and you couldn’t help but laugh as the two of you made conversation, but she couldn’t make it out. 

“So, what’s it going to be?” Lando asked, putting a hand on his own hip as he watched Iden think carefully. They didn’t have much choice, they could try and run for the rest of their lives but eventually they’d get dragged back into this war one way or another. Plus, she was certain Hask was on their tail, hunting them down so he could bring them back to the Empire for a proper punishment.

“We’ll do it.” She spoke, turning to face Lando who couldn’t help the grin that appeared on his face. A laugh rang out from the man as he held his hand out to Iden, who took it and shook.

“Well let me be the first to welcome you to the Republic.” He spoke, to which Iden gave a small smile as she shook his hand. He was far too happy for her liking. I mean, a war was raging on, and he always seemed to have some smile on his face. Well, from what she saw at least.

“Let’s get you out of those uniforms, hm?” He questioned before he turned and called out for you.

“Commander! Come here!” He called out to you, which you looked over. You gave your droid a small nod as you turned away from the x-wing and made your way over, dropping off the tools you were using on a nearby crate. The top half of your pilot suit currently hung around your waist, showing off the black, long sleeved shirt you had on under. Iden couldn’t help but watch your form, an eyebrow raised. You were a commander? To her you looked just like any other x-wing pilot, especially as you were working on the ship just a few moments ago. But then again, things did run differently in the Republic. She and Del were going to have to learn quickly.

“Yes General?” You asked, tilting your head as he put a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m placing these two under your supervision and in your squadron. Get them suited up and in any spare x-wings we have. Is that understood?” Lando told you, watching as you shifted your gaze to the two ex-imperials. Lando was putting them under your watch? You couldn’t help but let out a breath as you gave a small nod. You had enough on your plate as it was, but if this was what the general wanted then you were going to listen. You weren’t one for disobeying direct orders after all.

“Of course sir.” You spoke, facing Iden and Del once more before you gave a nod. 

“Follow me.” You instructed before you made your way past them and headed deeper into the ship, the two following behind you. Iden watched your form quietly as you all walked, her mind racing at a thousand thoughts per second. She would have to learn that she was no longer a commander, but just a pilot. A soldier for the Republic now; She could no longer give the commands, that was all your call, but you could bet that she was going to speak her mind. She would have to work her way back up to that title of commander again, and she was going to do just that. 

She let out a breath as she followed behind you, glancing around as everyone continued to go about their business, almost paying no mind to them. It was weird, she would admit but she just shook her head and continued to follow you until you reached the armory of the ship. You opened the door with the code required and made your way inside, she and Del following along before they watched as you dug around, finding the spare clothes and pilot outfits before you placed them out and looked at them.

“Go ahead and get dressed, I’ll be waiting outside this room. Don’t try anything funny, got it?” You spoke, waiting until they gave you a nod before you left the room so they could change. Iden watched as your form left the room and let out a breath before she grabbed her set of spare clothes and moved to the other side of the room, beginning to get changed as Del did the same.

“Did we make the right choice..?” Del commented as he changed, to which Iden gave a hum as she threw her imperial pilot suit to the side and began to get changed into the orange pilot suit that labeled her as a rebel now.

“I think so.” She spoke, glancing back at him for a short moment before she returned her gaze forward. It was going to take some time, but she believed they could get used to this.

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“Destroying that factory had a bigger impact than we thought.” Iden spoke as she watched the holograms appear on the console before her. In just the span of a few months she had grown used to how everything in the Republic worked, how everything ticked and she was honestly a bit surprised. She didn’t think she’d fit in so well here, and Del was just as surprised at how welcoming the Rebels actually were to them. But if anything surprised her more, it was how hard she was beginning to fall for you. The day they arrived and you led them into the fight to destroy the satellites around Naboo, she felt something she didn’t feel with very many people. She was beginning to care for you, and it began to scare her. She was afraid that if she grew close to you, she’d lose you. She’d have to see you eventually die to the side she was once on, and it scared her to death. So, she repressed those feelings for you. She kept them locked away and shoved them to the deepest corners of her mind.

But whenever she’d walk in the hangar or the debriefing room, she’d see some hotshot pilot flirting with you; Some officer showering you in compliments that you politely thanked them for before you continued with your work. She couldn’t help but feel that spark of jealousy fill her chest whenever she saw those engagements happening. Del could tell something was going on with her whenever he would catch her eyes lingering on your form a little longer than it should whenever you gave your debrief of the mission, or when you were talking to your squadron right before a mission in the hangar. He had tried several times to get a confession from her, but she remained tight lipped and didn’t spill a word. 

When the new Inferno Squadron was made under Leia’s command, Iden couldn’t help but feel a little upset about it. She would be the commander of the squadron, and she didn’t mind that, it was the fact that she’d see less and less of you; Of your smiling face whenever she’d come into the room, of your conversations you two would have as she watched you work on your x-wing, of hearing your commands whenever you two went into battle together. She would miss it all, but she knew that they were getting closer to the end of this war, and maybe when it came to an end she’d tell you how she really felt.

“Admiral Ackbar is calling all Republic ships to Jakku.” She spoke with confidence, watching as Del and Shriv listened to her talk. She missed when you were there with them, when you would jump in at random points to add your own bit of information and it would bring a bit of laughter to the room. She couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped her before she continued on. 

“The whole Imperial fleet is there, minus the equipment they would have received from Sullust. I expect my father to be there too, but catching him is no longer our priority. This battle could end the war…” She spoke, a hopeful tone to her voice as Del listened to her, his arms crossed as he watched the holograms change with almost every word she said. They were so close to ending this war, to having the freedom they all craved. This battle would determine it, and by the Maker were they going to give it everything they had.

“Let’s get in, and do what we can to help.” She finished, looking between Shriv and Del who both nodded and made their way to their respected positions. Iden watched the hologram of the Imperial fleet quietly, letting out a breath as she went ahead and turned the table off. Slowly she began to make her way to the hangar, glancing around quietly as she did so. She swore to herself that if they made it out of this battle alive, she’d make her move on you. She’d tell you everything she felt about you, how you made her feel, how she wanted to live a long and happy life with you. She’d tell you it all.

As she made her way into the hangar, your voice was the first thing that hit her ears. You were informing your squadron of the plan, to strike hard at the Empire with everything you all had. She couldn’t help but smile as she walked over, listening quietly.

“If this battle goes according to plan, we’ll have won the war. We can all go home and live happy lives. So make sure to give it your all, got it?” You spoke with confidence, it dripped from your words and your squadron gave a ‘Yes commander!’ before breaking apart. Only one squad mate stayed behind to talk to you, and you raised an eyebrow as they made their way over; Iden on the other hand could already feel the jealousy starting up as she watched.

“So Commander, I was just wondering if.. Maybe when this is all over, if you wanted t-” They started, but the words never came out as you gave them a stern look.

“Pilot, is now really the time to be asking me on a date?” You barked at them, to which they tensed and quickly gave a ‘Sorry’ before rushing to their ship. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at their attempt to flirt before you turned, stopping once you saw Iden and gave a small smile.

“Ah, Commander Versio. A pleasure to see you again.” You smiled, to which Iden chuckled lightly.

“Commander. I uh, came to wish you good luck.” Iden spoke, standing with her hands behind her back. You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly as you put your hand on her shoulder. She could feel the blush rising on her cheeks, but she did a great job of keeping her face neutral.

“Iden, I don’t need luck.” You grinned, patting her shoulder before you pulled away from her.

“I’ll see you when we’ve won the war!” You spoke, rushing over to your x-wing before you climbed inside. She watched your retreating form, a small smile on her face. Maker, she really did fall hard for you. Your determination to win this battle was something she admired, and your courage was something she loved. She gently shook her head, as much as she loved thinking about you, now was not the time. There was a battle to be fought, and as you had told her, you two would see each other again soon.

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The hangar was alive with the cheers and laughter of the Rebels who fought a lifetime for this moment, for the moment that they had finally won the war. Iden glanced around the hangar with a small smile on her face, Del standing beside her as they watched the celebrations ring out through the bay. But as they watched, neither of them saw you, and it began to fill Iden with fear. Did you die during that mission? No, there was no way you died. You were an ace pilot, an amazing soldier and an even better commander. There was no way a mission like that would take you out. You had told her you’d see her again, you wouldn’t let that die with you, would you? 

Letting out a breath, Iden began to wander, her eyes scanning each face she passed. None were yours, and the feeling began to grow, festering inside her as she continued to walk. People were hugging their friends, kissing their loved ones, and overall just celebrating what just happened. It began to make her feel sick; If you had died on that mission and she didn’t get to tell you what she felt, she could never live with herself. Tears were beginning to form as she continued her search; You weren’t dead. You couldn’t be dead. She had so much she wanted to tell you, how you were one of the most amazing people she had ever met, how much she loved you and wanted nothing more but to hold you in her arms as you guys finally settled down on some planet, watching the night sky and just talking as she ran her fingers through your hair. 

It wasn’t until she heard your laughter that she began to relax. She whipped herself in your direction, watching as you were hugging your squad mates, tears in your eyes at the fact that the very thing you had fought for just about your whole life was finally happening. 

Slowly Iden began to relax as she made her way over, but stopped midway as the same squad mate from earlier hugged you, only they held you a little too long. Their hands placed a little too close to your ass and that jealousy sparked in Iden once more. 

‘You swore to yourself you’d do it, Versio. Better now then never.’ She told herself before she began to cross the hangar to you, watching as you and your squad mate pulled away before you noticed her, a grin appearing on your face.

“Iden I’m so glad you’re al-” You started, but the words were quickly snuffed out as Iden crashed her lips to yours, her eyes shut tightly as she pulled you close to her body. You were frozen to the spot, but it didn’t take you very long to return the long awaited kiss. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you placed your hands on her cheeks, gently rubbing your thumbs across her skin. The kiss was passionate, slow even as Iden was trying to put months of yearning for you into one kiss. You were the first to break away, panting heavily as you opened your eyes to look at Iden, a chuckle leaving your form.

“J-Jealous, Commander?” You grinned at her, to which she chuckled and held you as close as she could.

“You have no idea...” She told you, holding you as close as she could. She finally had you, she was holding you in her arms and she swore to herself she would never let you go. She would watch over you with each passing second, and you swore you would do the same with her. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you before you kissed her once more, this one sweeter than the other and Iden gladly returned it. It didn’t take long for the kiss to grow a little needy and heated, but a throat was cleared nearby which caused you two to pull away and look towards Del, who was shaking his head lightly at the two of you.

“Save it for the bedroom, would you?” He joked, going over to give you a hug once you pulled away from Iden.

“Oh shut up, Del.” You said as you smacked his arm once you pulled away from the hug, a blush appearing on your face as Iden smiled. He chuckled, looking towards Iden and gave her a hug as well before he left to find Shriv and the others. Iden watched his retreating form before looking at you once more, going and taking your hands in hers.

“I love you.” She spoke, her grip tightening on your hands as you stared at her with wide eyes. You felt the tears beginning to prick at the corner of your eyes before you pulled her into a tight hug, to which she gladly returned as she wrapped her arms around your waist tightly. You were never going to let her go, not now that she was safe and in your arms. And she was never going to let you go. You were hers now, and she didn’t have to fight with some hotshot pilot to talk with you, some officer to give you compliments. Oh no, that was all her job now. And she couldn’t be happier to hear those five words leave your mouth.

“I love you too, Iden…”

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The 20 Best Star Wars Books of All Time (Canon and Legends)

With the recent reveal of the Star Wars: The High Republic mixed-media series, now seems like a great time to look back on the novelizations, stand alones, and book series that have been an integral part of building the rich and expansive universe that we know and love today.

The first Star Wars novelization was released six months following the premiere of Star Wars: A New Hope. Ghostwritten by Alan Dean Foster, but credited to George Lucas, Star Wars: From The Adventures of Luke Skywalker was the first venture into worldbuilding beyond the cinematic universe.

Over the course of forty-three years, nearly five hundred books have been added to the Jedi Archives, uh — I mean the Star Wars library. In 2014, almost four hundred of these novels were decanonized by Lucasfilm to refocus the canon around The Walt Disney Company’s restructuring of the franchise.

The Expanded Universe was rebranded as Star Wars Legends, but it was far from forgotten by its fans or the authors of the new canon novels.

The Ten Best Star Wars Legends Books

Heir to the Empire by Timothy Zahn (1991)

You would be hard-pressed to find a fan of the Star Wars Expanded Universe who doesn’t love Timothy Zahn’s novels. He introduced us to beloved characters like Mara Jade and Thrawn.

Set five years following The Return of the Jedi, Zahn kickstarted the Expanded Universe with an enthralling story that followed the continuing adventures of Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, and Han Solo. Grand Admiral Thrawn attempts to track down a pregnant Princess Leia, while Luke Skywalker faces off with the smuggler Mara Jade (who just so happens to be the former Emperor’s Hand).

It is by far one of the best stories in the Expanded Universe.

The Han Solo Adventures (Trilogy) by Brian Daley (1979-1980)

Daley’s series recently returned to Star Wars discourse after High Republic author Cavan Scott tweeted out his current reference material for another project.

The trilogy follows Han Solo and Chewbacca through their days as smugglers in the capitalistic Corporate Sector, as they uncover a slaving ring, rescue kidnap victims, and face-off with a religious cult.

If you loved  Solo: A Star Wars Story, you’ll love this trilogy.

The New Jedi Order: Vector Prime by R. A. Salvatore (1999)

Set twenty-one years following the destruction of the Death Star, Salvatore did the unthinkable in Vector Prime. Sanctioned by George Lucas himself, the character death depicted in this novel is the only original series character to die in the Expanded Universe.

It is the first novel in a nineteen-book series entitled The New Jedi Order. While this novel sacrificed the life of a beloved character, it also introduced the villainous race of the Yuuzhan Vong.

The original trilogy characters are paired off with the younger generation (the Solo children) throughout the novel, before converging at the crux of a devastating battle.

Star by Star by Troy Denning (2002)

The Yuuzhan Vong continue their ruthless campaign throughout the galaxy, leading Anakin Solo to concoct a dangerous plan to thwart their attacks. Denning’s novel delved a devastating blow for the Solo family as their youngest son Anakin Solo sacrificed his life to buy time for the rest of the team to kill the voxyn queen and escape from the Vong.

This is a book filled with death and destruction, and it proves to be a real page-turner.

Dark Journey by Elaine Cunningham (2002)

If you love Jaina Solo, then the tenth novel in The New Jedi Order series is the one for you. Dark Journey follows Jaina as she struggles with despair and her need for revenge following the death of her brother Anakin Solo and the Vong’s capture of her twin Jacen.

They retreat to the Hapes Cluster, where they encounter the grieving Teneniel Djo and the familial struggles of the Hapes. The Former Queen Mother attempts to arrange a marriage between Jaina and Prince Isolder — an offer Jaina rejects.

Enemy Lines (Duology) by Aaron Allston (2002)

This pair of novels can easily be read as a singular story. It follows Luke and Mara Jade Skywalker, Han and Leia Solo, Lando Calrissian, Wedge Antilles, and Jaina Solo as they respond to the Yuuzhan Vong’s capture of Coruscant.

Wedge is a stand-out character throughout this novel, and I believe this characterization is one of the reasons that he remains a beloved minor character. The rebellion’s determined efforts lead them to a victorious battle on Borealis, though the Vong are far from defeated.

Shadows of the Empire by Steve Perry (1996)

This novel was Perry’s contribution towards the ambitious mixed-media series (also called Shadows of the Empire) created by Lucasfilm in 1996. The series included both a novel and junior novelization, a comic book series, a video game, action figures, a soundtrack, trading cards, role-playing games, posters, and so much more.

Set between The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi, the novel introduced readers to the Black Sun criminal overlord, Prince Xizor, whose primary motivation is to seek vengeance against Darth Vader. He does that by plotting to murder Luke Skywalker once his heritage is revealed. It’s a brilliant book that can be read as a stand-alone or as part of the mixed-media experience.

Survivor’s Quest by Timothy Zahn (2004)

Three years following the marriage of Luke Skywalker to Mara Jade, the couple struggles to balance their marriage and their duties as Jedi. Led by an urgent transmission, they journey together on a quest to locate the remains of the Outbound Flight expedition, which had been destroyed by Grand Admiral Thrawn on the planet of Niruan decades ago.

Expecting to find a graveyard of destroyed Dreadnought ships, they are surprised to find intact vessels and signs of life among them. Luke and Mara Jade come up against the vicious Vagaari to rescue the survivors of the errant Outbound Flight project. If you love Mara Jade and Luke Skywalker — this is the novel for you. They are at their best when they’re working together.

Black Fleet Crisis (Trilogy) by Michael P. Kube-McDowell (1996-1998)

Sixteen years following the end of the Original Trilogy, Kube-McDowell’s novel picks up with an era of peace for the New Republic. This trilogy of novels sits somewhat outside of the canon of The New Jedi Order and X-Wing series and provides a slightly different approach to the beloved heroes of the universe.

Chewbacca returns to Kashyyyk to be with his son; Luke works towards higher Jedi enlightenment in a self-built hermitage on Coruscant. Unlike other novels that focus on the characters and their arcs, this series is more focused on political and military plots.

The story follows the genocidal campaign of former Imperial slaves, referred to as Yevethan forces, as they seek to conquer the Koornacht Cluster.

This story deviates drastically from what we know about Luke and Leia’s mother, Padmé, thanks to the prequel trilogy, as Luke travels to the planet Fallanassi to learn more about his mother’s homeworld. Overall the trilogy makes for a great Star Wars story.

Wedge’s Gamble by Michael A. Stackpole (1996)

Wedge Antilles and his X-Wing pilots, the Rogue Squadron, plan to infiltrate the Imperial High Command controlled Coruscant. Still, first, they free the imprisoned Black Suns criminals in hopes of bringing down the Empire.

The story is a race against time for the rebels as they work to take down the planetary shields protecting Coruscant. In the process, allies are lost, and a traitor is discovered among their ranks.

It’s the second novel in a ten-part series and proves to be a fast-paced read.

 The Ten Best Star Wars Canon Books

The Last Jedi by Jason Fry (2018)

Of the three novelizations included in the Sequel Trilogy era, Fry’s work stands out. He masterfully adapted Rian Johnson’s screenplay, Star Wars: The Last Jedi, and shed new light on aspects that may have been lost to the casual viewer.

The book provides readers with a look inside the heads and hearts of nearly every character seen in the movie — which genuinely enriches the story.

Star Wars: Bloodline by Claudia Grey (2016)

The novel delves into the ramifications of Senator Leia Organa’s heritage, as trusted allies turn against her at the revelation that she is Darth Vader’s daughter.

Grey delivers an incredibly poignant look into Leia’s psyche throughout this ordeal as well as how she handles balancing being a mother and a senator.

Star Wars: Resistance Reborn by Rebecca Roanhorse (2019)

If you were not overly thrilled with the dynamics between Finn and Poe in The Rise of Skywalker or were hoping to read more about Leia’s last days with the Resistance, this novel is a surefire favorite. Roanhorse truly knows these characters inside and out, and she brings a fresh, exciting adventure to bridge the gap between the Battle of Crait and the Resistance’s base on Ajan Kloss.

Leia works diligently to rally the forces after their defeat at Crait, which brings the familiar Inferno Squadron members, Shriv Suurgav and Zay Versio, into the picture. An interesting element of the novel is the recruitment of defecting Imperial forces that are welcomed into the Resistance. Overall the stakes are low in the story, but it still manages to deliver a memorable read.

Last Shot (Star Wars): A Han and Lando Novel by Daniel José Older (2018)

Created as a tie-in to Solo: A Star Wars Story, Older’s novel covers five storylines told in five parts with a mix of flashbacks between Han Solo and Lando Calrissian as they face a new threat by an old foe.

It also covers aspects of Han’s marriage to Leia, as well as his relationship with his young son, Ben Solo — which helps readers understand how things fell apart by the time The Force Awakens occurs. If you loved Daley’s Legends series about Han Solo, you’ll love Older’s novel.

Star Wars: The Aftermath Trilogy by Chuck Wendig (2016-2017)

The trilogy expands the extensive period between the end of Return of the Jedi and the start of The Force Awakens. Wendig introduces readers to Norra Wexley and her teenage son Snap Wexley (later seen on screen) and delivers an engaging storyline for Wedge Antilles.

The story follows the New Republic as they work towards defeating the remaining members of the Empire. This series also introduces Emperor Palpatine’s Observatory on Jakku — an exciting piece of foreshadowing for The Rise of Skywalker.

Star Wars: Thrawn by Timothy Zahn (2017)

The first in a series of three novels, Zahn returns to Star Wars and reintroduces Grand Admiral Thrawn to the Star Wars canon. The story begins with the exile of the Chriss warrior, Mitth’raw’nuruodo (Thrawn), and follows his path to the Empire alongside Imperial Cadet Eli.

Thrawn offers to serve Emperor Palpatine in order to protect his people. Throughout the novel, Thrawn’s calculated tenacity allows him to climb the ranks within the Empire, ultimately rising to the position of Grand Admiral. Thrawn is a fan-favorite, and this series is just the beginning of his storyline.

Catalyst: A Rogue One Novel by James Luceno (2016)

If you watched Rogue One and wanted to know more about Orson Krennic or Galen Erso, this is the novel for you. It covers Erso’s research into the energy kyber crystals under the Celestial Power project and follows his concerns as he realizes his research might be used for something devastating.

It’s an interesting approach to members of the Empire and shows the duality among the ranks and the inner confliction at the advent of the Star Destroyer. Familiar faces like Tarkin and Saw Gerrera also appear in this novel.

Battlefront II: Inferno Squad by Christie Golden (2017)

Golden’s novel follows the members of the Empire’s elite team of soldiers, the Inferno Squad, as they deal with the ramifications of the theft of the Death Star plans. The central characters, Lieutenant Iden Versio, Lieutenant Junior Grade Gideon Hask, and Lieutenant Commander Del Meeko, are all featured in the EA Game’s Star Wars: Battlefront II.

Versio and her team are tasked with eradicating the remaining members of Saw Gerrera’s Partisans, newly reformed as a terrorist cell known as the Dreamers. Gideon and Del infiltrate the Dreamers, while Iden is arrested for alleged sedition after intentionally revealing her disillusionment towards the Empire — which leads to the Dreamers rescuing her.

It’s not often that we get to see how members of the Empire fully believe that their actions are the right actions, and this novel delivers.

Alphabet Squadron by Alexander Freed (2019)

The first of a trilogy of novels focused on a group of New Republic pilots. The series crosses over with Marvel comic series Star Wars: TIE Fighters and has a forthcoming sequel novel Shadow Fall arriving in June. The book explores the costs of war in the wake of the Battle of Endor as it follows Yrica Quell, an Imperial defector.

Freed introduces readers to a colorful group of pilots (featuring X-Wings, U-Wings, and Y-Wings) who react with different degrees of suspicion when Yrica joins the squadron. It’s a compelling piece of fiction that is rooted heavily in the military aspects of Star Wars and strongly reminiscent of the 1990s X-Wing series.

Star Wars: Ahsoka by E.K. Johnston (2016)

Dave Filoni created Ahsoka Tano for the animated series Star Wars: The Clone Wars, and she quickly grew into one of the most beloved characters from the Prequel Trilogy era. The young adult novel starts with Ahsoka during the Siege of Mandalore and explains how she came to adopt the pseudonym Ashla after fleeing to the remote Outer Rim Moon, Raada.

In the shadow of the growing threat of the Galactic Empire, Ahsoka works alongside Bail Organa and the Rebellion to evacuate the at-risk villages on Raada. Obi-Wan Kenobi also appears in this novel and struggles with the grief of Anakin’s betrayal as he remains in hiding on Tatooine. Overall it’s a great novel exploring an aspect of Ashoka’s life that had yet to be explored.

The final season of The Clone Wars is currently airing on Disney+.

Choose Your Adventure

While we endure the post-The Rise of Skywalker world, there is an entire galaxy’s worth of Star Wars novels out there to read.

Check out your local library or used bookstore and track down some of the older Legends books or jump on Amazon and pre-order the new The High Republic series.

Choose your own adventure, and as always, may the Force be with you.

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How would our 3 kings respond to you waking up crying next to them? (Not me having ptsd dreams early in the morning lmao)

Bane would eye you, then roll over and go back to sleep. If he can't because you're crying too loud, he'd sigh and get out of bed. If he's feeling really generous with his time and has the mental energy for it, you might get asked: "what's with de waterwerks?"

Shriv would cuddle you and hold you close, whispering "it's OK" in your ear as he strokes your hair. Doesn't know what's wrong, and he won't ask, not unless you want to talk about it -- but he's there to comfort you until you calm down. He may even try to cheer you up-- "who do I need to kill?"

Hondo would wake up from a deep sleep, drool hanging from his mouth. "What, what?! Ded I du someting wrong?!" Poor man, confused and hungover. Probably doesn't even know what day it is.

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Small Victories

Pairing: Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader

Summary: Shriv catches you masturbating.

Warning: NSFW / 18+ for oral sex and fingering.

Word count: 2.3k

Notes: Whipped this out last night. Just so sick of not posting anything! Screw you, responsibilities! Maybe I will write this same scenario for Hondo Ohnaka and Cad Bane, too.

It was rare that Shriv left his post any earlier than two hours after his scheduled shift was over, and even rarer still that he left prior to its end. It seemed that all the stars of the galaxy had aligned, the weary pilot set to jet the minute permission was granted.

He had spent too many rotations away from you, enough that his gripes and complaints had finally been taken seriously – he had asked for time off – time to take his gal out for a much deserved dinner date in one of the finer establishments of Coruscant. Though the New Republic was far from perfect, at least now he could afford to eat more than rations and drink something besides stale caf.

In his book, that was a win. Small victories: they were just as needed as bigger ones, sometimes more so as they boosted morale and kept one’s spirits up. But this - this was wholly different. This was important. This was a chance to do something nice for you when you least expected it – he only hoped he didn’t kark it up.

He supposed it might be hard to. As of late, the only thing you seemed to want more of was his presence. Truth be told, he was having feelings about you – feelings that hadn’t always been there, but that had shown up out of nowhere – ones that made his heart go thump thump in his chest if he dwelled too long, or ones that made him bite his lip when he caught himself daydreaming in places he definitely shouldn’t be.

“Don’t look now, Suurgav, but the General seems miiiighty pissed.”

So, he did what any nice guy would do – or so he thought. He wasn’t entirely sure, but he had heard a thing or two hanging around the other pilots who had managed to keep their partners considering their hectic schedules – patrols weren’t always easy – he could be gone for days, weeks, and no personal comms were allowed when on active duty. Honestly, he was surprised you didn’t get bored waiting around. It was a blessing, was what it was.

Shriv counted them every day he managed to stay alive.

Flowers. And chocolate. It was imported, as most everything was on this entirely too big ecumenopolis. He had a time finding any, or at least the kind that was in his price range, but he would be damned if he returned empty-handed. It was said chicks dug it; he had never tried the strange smelling stuff. He had heard stories about candy rotting your teeth – Shriv had enough to worry about already.

Approaching your modest apartment on one of the many lower levels of this busy planet, the Duros could at least still see the sky, or what there was of it, airspeeders and luxury hovercars dotting nearly every speck of open space.

He knew the keycode. You had long ago given it to him. Normally, he would never abuse his privileges, but he wanted this to be a surprise.

Upon entry, your domicile was quiet except for the viewscreen in your living room playing back some old holoromance type-thing, Shriv gazing at the moving pictures for a moment as he took in the scene.

“Huh,” he enunciated dryly, tilting his head to the side. It looked like the two humans were attacking each other, but both of them were as bare-assed as the day they were born. By the way the woman was yelling out, he was for sure the guy was hurting her. He blocked it out though he could have easily tried to analyze your choice of programming, moving onward toward the only other room in the house – the one you slept in.

The door was open, so he crept up toward its righthand side, Shriv peeking around the corner slowly, precious chocolates and a bouquet of Ithorian roses that were near to the color of his scales being clutched behind him in one hand.

What he saw was not what he expected, but it was also not unwelcomed – you looked freshly showered as your hair was still damp, and you weren’t wearing any clothes.

He had assumed you might be napping, but he found himself to be utterly fascinated in that instance by the expression across your face, two of your own fingers fondling the special nub that lay between your legs - it was snuggly sequestered between lush folds of downy flesh.

You were making delicious little sounds as you pleasured yourself - sounds he had only heard when he was embedded deep inside you - the somewhat skittish Duros feeling just a tiny bit brave as he stepped fully into view.

You did not notice right away; he had been as quiet as a mouse, the pilot gingerly placing his gifts down on the table that resided near to the entrance of your boudoir.

“Am I … interrupting something?”

You screamed outright, jumping back across the pillows to the head of your bed as you threw the covers over yourself, Suurgav’s face falling as he took on an apologetic appearance for having frightened you.

“Fullua, I-”

“Shriiiiiv,” you cried out in your most nasal, over-the-top voice, “you scared the banthashit out of me!”

“Wait, don’t stop. I was enjoying that,”  Suurgav quipped smugly, having somewhat recovered. “Looked like you were, too.”

A blush colored your cheeks. “How long have you been here?!” you asked anxiously.

“Long enough,” he cockily replied, pushing off the frame of the door with one elbow – he had temporarily taken to nonchalantly leaning against it, though inside his excitement was building upon itself.

You studied his movements, having forgotten just how good he looked in person, so short was your time together. And God, those arms – his biceps alone – they were incredible.

“I wasn’t expecting you-” you began, watching as your lover approached with a glint of something mischievous in his gorgeous ruby eyes.

“-Should’ve told me that’s how you like it,” he whispered sternly, placing one knee onto your mattress as it sank beneath his weight. Soon after the other joined, Suurgav crawling forward as he lifted the edge of the blanket guarding your nakedness, the cool sensation of his flesh pressing against you as deft fingertips began to massage and grope your thighs.

“Mn, I was just … “ Horny is what you wanted to say, though you thought that might be obvious. “Lonely without you,” you confessed, not desiring to so readily admit he had been the very thing on your mind as you sat there touching yourself.

“That why those other two naked humans are in the living room? They here to keep you company?” he asked casually.

You shivered when his fangs grazed against you, yet the thing you were most worried about was what had come out of his mouth.

“What?! Who!” you blurted out, meaning to rise. The Duros kept you in place, wide palms splayed over the bulk of your legs as he tacked you to the bed.

“The holo,” he whispered along your silky skin, your anticipation increasing as you could not see what the man was up to; his bulbous head was hidden beneath your linen sheets as he sporadically kissed different parts of your sumptuous form.

“Oh, that…” you trailed off, embarrased. You had forgotten you had left it running, having become aroused halfway through the film - it was a somewhat tasteful porno with minimal plot – something about a bounty hunter coming to collect.

“Mhm, that-” he filled in the silence, quick to add, “-hey, so, it was like this, right?”

Your limbs involuntarily shuddered as the pad of a cold thumb brushed against your clit, though it did not stop there. The Duros trailed the moist slit of your sex, gathering your slick to lubricate himself before gliding back upward, then settling across your already throbbing bud.

“Or a little more like-” He applied a scant amount of pressure, massaging the sensitive protrusion of glands that had already been given a head start; you moaned softly as your hips rolled beneath the sheets, pinned succinctly by his bodyweight.

“Just like that,” you breathed, your voice an airy whisper as your eyes began to close.

“Mn, yeah? You like that?” The grin he wore was evident by his tone alone, his deep baritone sounding as flat as it was salacious. Shriv indulged himself by aligning the tip of his index finger with your already aching cunt.

It broached the entrance, the Duros carefully inserting its full length inch by inch - his fingers were one of your favorite attributes.

“How about now, sweetheart,” he asked offhand, knowing more or less the answer to his question as you writhed in rhythm with the thumb unhurriedly circling your clit.

You could only moan again in return, Shriv curling that adroit digit inside you, pressing up against the seat of your pleasure as he gently coaxed you to cum. You held off, shaking your head even as your breathing quickened. You refused to let it end so quickly though you could hardly last when Suurgav put his mind to it.

“Playing hard to get, are you?” the Duros questioned snidely. His attitude was partly a charade; this was only meant to rile you. He knew you loved it when he talked you through it - you had admitted long ago his voice was a turn on for you - something he had been confused by, but ultimately accepted.

“Mmhm,” you hummed through compressed lips, your arms rising so that your fingers could claw into the pillows that rested just beside and below your head.

“Time to bring in the heavy artillery, I think,” he mused out loud, Shriv retracting the finger massaging your innards to leave you empty and whimpering.

“You don’t stand a chance,” he teased, Durosian digits grasping your thighs once more to spread your legs apart, stretching you taut. You pretended to struggle, though more than enjoying the sensation of being bound by the force of pure muscle, Shriv burying his rostrum directly in your pubic mound.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and he had not even touched you yet; Shriv laughed wryly, that cool, wet, artful tongue finally taking its first lap at your pulsating clit.

“Fuck,” you muttered, the Duros administering another long, drawn out lick from the base of your cunt to the top of your slit, concentrating at its apex on the little button that gave him access to all your secrets, or so he thought. He flicked at it repeatedly with a dexterous tip, the warmth in your belly surging toward the cusp of your sex.

“Maybe,” he shot back before plunging the entirety of that thick muscle inside you, it churning and roiling at a slow but steady pace. Shriv was in no rush, the Duros eating you to his heart’s content in the most deliberate and thoughtful way; he slipped back out of you, once more focusing on your thrumming bud.

His forefinger returned, languidly pumping into your pussy as he cooed into your cunt, Shriv’s cock hard as ducracrete as he was content to hump the bed in time with the undulation of your hips.

Your hands searched him out, running the course of his shapely head. They smoothed over its surface, featherlight, the Duros appreciating your affections as he enticed your body to the verge of an orgasm.

“Mn, Shriiiv,” you crooned, guiding him closer by the back of his large cranium. With that he quickened his speed, shifting his grip  to spread your lower lips apart with two elongated thumbs, homing in more precisely on that part of you that made you squirm and gasp when he hit it just right.

It's what finally made you come undone.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to control your breath as Shriv continued unabated, chuckling all the while at your little twists and wriggles until he himself was satisfied - that was not until your fingernails were nearly shredding the sheets into ribbons, and your thighs were clenching the sides of his head so tightly he was afraid you might crack his skull. He did the smart thing and gradually slowed his tempo, withdrawing from the safety of your blankets to finally look at you.

“Told you, you didn’t stand a chance,” he commented, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand with the sassiest of smirks. Having finally somewhat recuperated, you now had the opportunity to ask how you got so lucky, not having to finish yourself off.

“What are you doing here?” you questioned, though not upset by any means with the turn of events that had transpired.

“Don’t sound too excited,” he muttered.   

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you said cautiously, touching the back of his hand - this seemed to halt his worrying in its tracks. “You’re home early is all – are those for me?” you inquired, nudging your head in the direction of the flowers and chocolate that sat waiting by the door.

“Could be,” he shrugged.

“What’s the occasion?” A smile began to overtake your face.

He seemed to be thinking about something. Then, with the most deadpan look he could muster, Shriv delivered what he thought was a perfectly timed joke: “Well, I was going to invite you out to dinner, but I already ate.”

You scoffed, trying to smack the Duros upside the head with the nearest pillow. He easily blocked, giving you an indignant look. You tackled him instead and he allowed it, his mood at once lifting as soon as you were straddled across his lap.

Shriv brushed a loose strand of hair away from your eyes, then he kissed you on the nose.

“Of course, I could always go for seconds.”

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*pounding on table* I thought of more shriv things!!!

- His reaction to playful shoving/play fighting

- His reaction to his S/O jumping out and scaring him

- Surprise ass grab

- Horror movie night 😈

*Holds arm as if you actually hurt him in some way.* Um, ow? Now I'm going to need you to kiss it better. *Points to cheek* Here, too. Yup, sorry. That's the rule.

*Crosses his arms and stares. Deadpan voice.* Oh, you're going to have to do better than that, sweetheart. I once saw a guy get mauled to death by a Wampa on Hoth.

*Looks down at his own ass, then up at you. Frowns.* What am I to you, a piece of meat?! If you want a slice, just ass-- I mean, ask.

*Eating popcorn and literally analyzing every scene in the movie.* Everyone knows you don't go upstairs- why is she going upstairs? At least arm yourself! What? No! Don't run and hide! He's going to find you in there. *Not noticing everyone is giving him looks.* See! I told you. Now look what you've done, you're trapped and have nowhere to ru-- "SHRIV!" Right, sorry.

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I'm still not over Shriv being a sweetheart ♥ If you have the time, can I have a teeny, tiny, ficlet of Shriv's routine with s/o from when he wakes up? ♥ Pretty pleeeease ♥

Your wish is my command. I made it the way I want to be treated. Left alone until coffee. XD

Shriv woke with a yawn. It was time to put the caf pot on. You were still sound asleep, and he did not dare disturb you from your dreams.

Sometimes, he liked to watch you slumber, the way your eyelids fluttered, or the way your chest rose and fell as you inhaled and exhaled the recycled air.

Aboard this Rebel flag ship,  you had the privilege of sharing very little time together, yet the mornings were sacred to the both of you, and each one started with a pot of caf and a customary silence.

Shriv knew better than to share his every waking thought before you yourself were wide awake. He sipped his beverage with a playful smirk as he observed you stumble from the sheets.

Once capable of forming words and sentences, you mumbled a less than heartfelt “morning,” before his eyes traveled to meet your groggy glance and your bed of unkempt hair.

“Morning, princess,” he offered in a drawling tone as you sat down, waiting for the one thing you always did; your foot trailed up his ankle beneath the table and ended in his lap.

"Sleep well?" he dared to ask.

"Mhm," you answered back.

Dexterous fingers massaged your arch before he set his cup down and went over details on his datapad; things that happened in the night; orders that were to be carried out.

As per usual, he sighed. He took another sip then coaxed you to put your foot down. He slid a plate of fresh cut fruit in your direction, then stood to dress. He had been wearing nothing but his underwear.

“Back to the salt mines,” your Durosian lover quipped.

You would give him a tender kiss before he went into the thick of it.

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Good morning, Shriv ♥ Yes, just Shriv. No love for the grumpy blueberry that resides in there. Yes, I'm talking to you Bane.

Also, good morning Hondo, baby ♥

Reaction time!

s/o being too friendly with somebody.

s/o trying not to die by eating spicy food.

s/o burning the house — by accident. [kekekeke]

s/o burning the house again — yes, by accident.

catching s/o about to burn the house — not by accident, it seems.

s/o putting stickers all over Shriv's face and head randomly

MORNING, SYN ♥ ~

"So sorry to interrupt you two. I'll just be over here, out of the way." * Storms off. *

"I tried to warn you, but you never listen, do you."

"For crying out loud! I can't turn my back on you for two seconds."

"Again?! Really?"

"Are you a serial arsonist by chance?"

* Sighs * This is ... totally fine. Absolutely normal. Don't let anyone ever tell you you're not something special, sweetheart."

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Can you please write more Hondo?

Finish what you start

Hondo Ohnaka x Fem! Reader

Summary: Hondo Ohnaka catches you pleasuring yourself in his absence.

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: Masturbation, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, pining, blowjobs.

Notes: I wrote a fanfic like this for Shriv Suurgav and decided I wanted to try the same scenario for Hondo. Cad Bane may be next! Let's make it a series! ;D Shoutout to @allsystemsblue and @downrightembarassing for cheering me on and letting me bounce ideas off them - we all agree Hondo smells fabulous and practices good hygiene.

*This will probably be the last time I can post a fic before moving, but I have another Hondo one shot in the works - stay tuned! ;D

P.S.: I POSTED THIS FROM BATUU (Yes, I waited. I’m literally in line for Smuggler’s Run this very minute and they are talking about Hondo on the comm. 😭😭)

For once, you were bored. Florrum was all fun and games until the ringmaster of this circus abandoned his big top - Hondo Ohnaka had left you stranded by your lonesome in his lair with some dozen Weequay whose names you could not recall. You wandered its dingy corridors, dined on its sumptuous and delicious foods, drank of its rare and expensive beverages, and even sampled the more local fare – the green ooze known as “pirate’s brew” was an acquired taste and your palate preferred lush, full-bodied wine. Luckily for you, there was plenty to go around and then some, yet Ohnaka’s men did not seem all too pleased that you were there.

However, this did not bother you, going so far as to stick your tongue out in disrespect to one burly pirate who would not stop giving you the stink-eye. You were immune, as Hondo had long ago instructed them to give you anything your heart desired, one additional rule being that no harm should come to you as long as you resided within these halls.

Still, that did not mean it was their job to entertain you – that was Hondo’s area of expertise – and currently your jester king had decided it was best to leave you in the dark on his present whereabouts.

No doubt his exploits were dangerous and full of thrills. You were a mite jealous, wondering if one day he might take you along, or, if  on another day he might simply tire of you. He was a fickle lord, and you were his lady  - at least for now, and you were well aware your good fortune might come to a hasty end.

But, in that moment, you found yourself to be missing him. Hondo had been gone two days already and no other being on this dust ball of a planet wanted to give you the time of day.

After imbibing more than your fair share of drink for the evening, you retreated to your quarters – Hondo’s quarters – desiring nothing more than to be held tightly in his arms. You sighed deeply, knowing that you were not to get your way.

As your inebriation caught up to you, you sashayed forward, though the scourge of the galaxy was not here to watch you sway your hips. You fell face first onto the bed for the sake of playing into your own imaginary holodrama; you guessed you must appear to his crew like a forsaken hound waiting for its master to return.

Oh, but that is when you caught his scent, the Weequay’s sweet-smelling pheromones mingling with his cologne. The man was a fop for lack of a better word, his personal hygiene at the top of his priorities list. You were thankful for it; he smelled like dreams made of candy, dark undertones of something more sultry and seductive comingling together with sugar and spice, though you could never put your finger on what exactly it was he liked to wear.

You took a deep inhalation, burying your nose in the blankets and sheets beneath you as you let a dejected noise escape, wishing so badly that it was his crimson coat beneath your groping hands and not his ornate coverlet. Still, even in his absence, his heavenly aroma had roused within you a sleeping giant, one that demanded to be attended to – a sudden, all-encompassing lust that you were afraid would not be quieted lest you do something to ward it off.

But you could not pry yourself free of your plush prison, doomed by the provocative fragrance that had already flooded your nostrils. You flipped your body over to stare at the ceiling, all thoughts replaced by your truant pirate king. His toothy golden smile, the butter smooth intonations of his voice – it was the auditory equivalent of velvet, those sweet nothings he whispered in your ear enough to set your loins on fire.

Just thinking about it had already prompted your body to react as if preparing itself for the man’s admittance. You groaned at your desperation for him, somewhere between annoyed at yourself and in dire need of his patented affections. Instead, you took to hiking up your skirt, your own fingers sliding beneath the hem of your panties -  you were honestly surprised with how wet you already were.

You cursed his name as your writhed gently atop his luxurious bed, not bothering to even lock the door, though you were sure no one would dare disturb you - not that they cared to, anyway; you were positive the rest of Hondo’s men preferred it when you kept to yourself.

You gently massaged your clit, taking your time with yourself, mind focused on the idea of Hondo mounting you, his cock so unbelievably flawless you wished he was there to ram it inside you. He would do anything you asked; he would give it to you any way you might be keen to try, for Ohnaka was not one to skimp on lovemaking as he liked to call it.

You giggled to yourself before it turned into a moan; you were so entranced with your daydreaming that you did not hear the door slide open or the act of your beloved sitting himself down in a chair that was located just adjacent to the bed. Had you noticed, you would have seen the grin etched onto his striated face, Hondo settling in by way of a leg tossed casually over one of the chair’s two arms.

With eyes closed, you bit into your lip, turning your head in your self-sought pleasure to make yourself more comfortable. As you opened them once more you gasped, though you made no other sudden movements, having been caught red-handed by the scoundrel as he carefully scrutinized you with slanted, stormy greys.

“Please, continue,” he stated nonchalantly, though his mood was difficult to determine by his tone.

With your mouth open in shock, you simply stared at him; that was his cue to lean ever so slightly forward, Hondo’s eyes gleaming from beneath rectangular cuts of transparisteel as the grin he wore coiled into something a tad more lascivious.

“What are you tinking about?” he questioned, quickly followed by another query. “Es et me?” Then, he answered himself on the next beat, even as you continued to gaze straight through his goggles into slatey irises. “Of course et es.”

You moved to rise, barely lifting your neck before Hondo interjected a command: “Ap-ap-ap! Stay right dere, my dear. You must finish what you started.”

You gave him your best pout, but he was not convinced to interfere, motioning with a dismissive wave of one hand for you to proceed with touching yourself as he stayed seated before you. Observing that you chose to remain immobile, he had an idea.

“Let me add some reality tu dis fantasy of yours,” he quipped, rising to turn on some music that he favored.

The man began to dance, removing his signature coat one sleeve at a time for it to be tossed haphazardly onto the back of his chair. It was obvious he was making a show of it, putting no real effort into the act of being seductive, though his hands traveled the expanse of his own torso, waist, and hips before he sillily flipped his braids over the edges of his shoulders.

You couldn’t help but to laugh as you kept laying there, Hondo halting his performance abruptly to press a hand to the center of his chest. He scoffed, asking you something in a tone indicative of offense, yet you were sure he was only kidding: “You dare laugh at me? Am I not sexy tu you?”

Your giggling paused, Hondo walking away from you and back toward the seat he had vacated earlier. “Den you entertain me,” he said with finality.

Your lips trembled; he was always so hard to read, the pirate’s true nature still a mystery to you. Presently, you kept your gaze trained on the man as you cried a pathetic sound of longing. He was not impressed, that one leg kicking itself back up as he idly stroked the frills along his jowls.

“Come, my love,” he encouraged you with a sudden change in his disposition, his somewhat confusing demeanor melting away as it was replaced with something softer and more genteel. “Touch yourself for Hondo.”

That was all it took, at once your body’s arousal rekindling as you began to fondle the little nub between your legs.

“Yes, yes, just like dat, little one,” he complimented, his words urging you to refocus your attention.

He watched you for a time, Hondo’s own carnality easily being activated by the study of just how you chose to caress your little cluster of nerve-endings; they were housed between flower petals of flesh and blood, the pirate beginning to feel a twitch down below his beltline.

“Now, imagine my fingers gently exploring de curve of your waist, de … soft tissue of your breasts, hm? Maybe my tongue would like tu explore as well, ah?” he crooned, his voice low and licentious.

The pirate was deliberately working you, even as his own hand came to rest against the outside of his trousers. His cock jumped at the first sign of acknowledgement, as if just as greedy as the minx upon his bed to be stroked and coddled, which was not out of the realm of possibility.

You quivered on his lavish sheets, the fodder with which he was feeding your depravity effortlessly invading your mind’s eye. How you wished he would just shut up and actually touch you, yet you stopped yourself from voicing your sentiments out loud.

“Maybe et would like tu work at suckling dose exquisite tits,” he mused. “Or perhaps et would like tu very, very slowly invade your mouth for a most warm and wet kiss.” He punctuated the last word of his sentence just so, his statement having a questioning lilt, as if he were also curious what he might do should he allow himself access to your pleasing form.

“Hm, yes-” he started, his tone turning a shade darker, “-et might swirl and flitter with yours, plunging far, far down your throat, so deep dat you will never forget de feeling.”

His teasing sent shivers up your arms and down your legs, radiating outward from your core as you wriggled like a pinned insect among folds of deluxe bedding, your body aching for release.

You were so lost in his dirty talk that you failed to notice Hondo unbuckling his belt; it was emblazed with the symbol of his gang, though for now it lay slack to either side as he carefully unbuttoned his trousers to remove his cock from its cloth imprisonment.

“Ah, but remember, I will not be satisfied with just. one. taste,” Hondo reminded you, his long, ring-bedecked fingers beginning to caress the length of his prick as he settled more snugly in his seat.

“I would trade en lips above for lips below,” he whispered throatily, his words a deep rumbling in his chest. The pirate began seeking his own high, eyelids drifting to half-mast as he leisurely thumbed the head of his hardened cock.

Your teeth returned to tug at plump flesh as you ever so slightly quickened your pace, the increasing friction of your fingertips gliding vertically over your throbbing bud causing you to expel a pitiful mewl. You looked over to your king, at once whining your disapproval – you wanted to be the one handling his cock.

Still, the sight only aroused you further, but not as much as the next few utterances that passed beyond the witty thief’s gilded teeth.

“My tongue tracing de folds of your cunt - and ah - you are already so wet, aren’t you?” he asked, though he had not expected any sort of answer from you.

You gave him one anyway, breathing out an airy “yes” which he ignored, but a discerning eye could see the hint of a smirk smugly twitching at the corner of his thin-lipped mouth.

“Et sweeps across your slit, delving inside you. Maybe et tickles, but ah, et feels so good.” He placed his hand more succinctly around his girth, beginning to pump himself by way of an enclosed fist, Hondo deciding to take part in this daydream to the fullest extent.

“Mm, but I pay de most attention tu de little button dat resides at de tippy-tip-top. Dat es your favorite part,” he mused, the visual aid of him eating you out causing you to whine in yearning as you fretted all by your lonesome on his bed.

“I would flick-flick-flick your clit with de utmost precision and care,” he assured you, “lapping up every. bit. of pleasure you so graciously proffer me.” He hummed to himself for a moment, relishing the perfect speed at which he had taken to addressing his own needs.

“Den I would suck et between my lips, continuing tu dine on you as if you were a delicious meal I must consume. And my dear, you are,” he confirmed, as if there had ever been any doubt.

You moaned again as you were close to the brink, your constant rubbing in addition to Hondo’s narration of your masturbation session nearly having worked its magic. You kept your gaze trained on the man and his decidedly pretty dick, pining for it to be snug within your walls. It was as if the scoundrel read your mind, picking up his tale where your imagination had left off.

“Now dat you are so very ready for me, darling, I would take de plunge. Oh, and you take et, so, so well. Every inch es so satisfying, hm?” He subsequently snickered, peering at you from across the way with drowsy eyes.

“Your desire for me es practically palpable, little bird,” he announced despite it being obvious, yet your thoughts did not wander far from the imagery he had placed inside your head even as he playfully derided you.

Hondo picked up his tempo, palming the full breadth of his cock as he envisioned himself steeping his stout prick in and out of you, your depths warm and slippery with your excess.

You had sulkily frowned in agreement, your breath quickening as you approached the edge of your orgasm. Nearly there, your hips gently bucked beneath the soft fabric of your dress, your heart anxious for the pirate to stop narrating and start fucking you until you couldn’t walk straight.

Instead, you were left to your own devices, Hondo apparently close as well as his storytelling capabilities were dwindling, though he still had sense and wits enough about him to weave the next bit of his risqué yarn.

“So slow at first, just a steady en and out, like de ebb and flow of an ocean on some distant, watery planet.” 

“Mmn, mhmm,” was all you had the capacity to say in return.

“I hit all de right angles, for I always do. And you know dis,” he confirmed. “Back and forth, deeper and longer strokes, all de while my deft fingers massage your pretty pearl.”

He beamed at you, his smile brighter than the highly charged particles dispelled at lightspeed off the backs of ion engines, though you were only half cognizant by now of your surroundings.

“And den,” he added simply, “you will cum for me.”

The low notes spoken in that deep baritone, the glint in his glacial grey eyes behind his ever present goggles – you unraveled at the seams as Hondo praised your obedience to his surprisingly well-timed command.

“What a good girl you are,” he concluded.

Delectable mewls escaped your lips in intervals, the air stored inside your lungs expelled in spurts along with them; your hips gyrated gingerly in place of their own volition as you rode the wave of pleasure to its end.

Hondo all the while studied you as he unabashedly continued to guide himself toward the finish line, using the beautiful visual before him to assist him in this process. Then, the Weequay hummed once more; it was a little melody you did not recognize and meant for no one but himself.

You relaxed for all but ten seconds, feeling your own body lose its tension as the breathing of your lover increased its rapidity and fervor; he was about to climax — you refused to let him, not without your aid — you would be damned if you didn’t have your way.

He had his, after all.

You sat up straight, gathering the edges of your skirt so as not to trip as you launched yourself theatrically forward. You tumbled purposefully onto your knees, though making an effort not to bruise yourself, the pirate’s askant eyes expanding before instantaneously contracting. Gold teeth were exposed as he eagerly watched you collect his cock, his upper lip curling outward to add a smidge of something villainous to his expression.

Oh, but it quickly faded from his handsome face as you imbibed his member to the base of its shaft, your tongue running semicircles around raised ribs before you puckered your cheeks to suck greedily to your heart’s content. You sighed languorously at the feeling of it brushing against the back of your throat, murmuring a happy sound as you knew he would not last long.

Hondo’s breath hitched in his lungs before he lifted one hand to fiddle with your hair, mind clouded with buzzing thoughts as he tried to get a handle on his speech.

“So eager,” he muttered, tenderly tracing the curve of your cheek with the back of his index finger. Thick quadriceps tightened, overall the Weequay’s muscles clenching before your mouth finally received the prize it sought.

Hondo’s body slowly unwound itself, decompressing with every pump of semen that shot to the back of your throat, lithe digits remaining to lovingly pet your locks as he gazed down into your eyes — you were staring up at him as you guzzled every last drop he had to give, your muscles working overtime to usher his ejaculate down into your belly for safekeeping.

“And so very thirsty,” he purred, dick still sporadically lurching as you drained him dry. He was not one to tap out, but you were capable of detecting when the man was spent. You skimmed the head of his cock with your tongue for good measure, licking up any that had managed to dribble down.

“You. are. magnificent,” Hondo extolled, failing at first to regain his equilibrium. However, he was not exactly in a hurry, more than willing to sit here a while longer than anticipated.

“You left me,” you puled, kissing the mushroom tip of his alien phallus before you laid it to rest against his spreadeagled thighs. You kissed those, too, fingers traveling over what felt like solid rock, pouting as the pirate gently lifted up both your hands to cradle between his own.

“And for good reason!” Hondo declared with renewed vigor, planting his lips against the center of your palm. Then, he released you, moving to adjust his genitals and to refasten his pants.

“Come, let me tell you a story over a proper drink-” he chuckled, “-see if we can curtail dat insatiable thirst of yours, my dear.”

You accepted his invitation, more than thrilled to keep him company, and, if you played your cards right, you were sure you could convince him for another round – drinks or otherwise.

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @ashcroft-writes. Figure hey, why not. Feel free to do this, but no pressure @downrightembarassing @dukeoftheblackstar @my-sun-m00n-and-stars @pickleprickle

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 27 total. I should have MORE.

2. What's your total A03 word count? 551,012 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for? The only fandoms I have written for as far as fanfiction goes is Grand Theft Auto 5 and Star Wars, though back in the day I used to RP all kinds of stuff with my friends in the good ole' AOL chatrooms. Pretty sure I also used to post to RP forums.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

All the Wrong Places | Trevor Philips (GTA V)

Once you figure out one, the rest are easy.  (Series of Cad Bane oneshots)

Stars Above! | Cad Bane  (Cad Bane x OC)

Handcuff Marks and Stubble Burn (Trikey / GTA V)

The Interrogation  (Cad Bane x Reader )

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yessss.

It may not be super longwinded or elaborate because I may not know what to say, but I always try to return a comment with a thank you at least, because they are very much appreciated.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh, I can't tell you because it isn't finished yet. >D In fact, I am a slut for angst. You can just go ahead and expect terrible things to happen if I'm writing it.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hm, probably something with Shriv Suurgav, actually. He's a total sweetheart, and if I am in the mood for fluff, he is usually my go to. Better than Candy was always one of my favorites. You get what you want and Shriv gets a blowjob. ;D

8. Do you get hate on fics? Nope. So weird to see it happen to others. Like, what?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Are you kiddddding? LOL That is basically all I write besides PWP - which is pretty much the same thing - angst/hurt, and sometimes a little comfort fic here and there. Though I am not sure what you mean by what "kind." I am all over the place.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? No. Not into it, really. AU's are a little different, but I like to still be as canon compliant as possible without deviating too far from the original characterization. Maybe they're more like silly little "Crack" scenarios.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not to my knowledge.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not exactly, though I brainstorm and talk about Cad Bane and Hondo with my internet BBF like every fucking day nonstop ( we're obsessed ).

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? BANAKA! I will scream it from the rooftops, preach it from the pulpit, rub it in your faces (not really), and force you to see the perfect relationship that is Cad Bane x Hondo Ohnaka if it is the last thing I do. I also really like Cad Bane x Jango Fett, and Shriv Suurgav x Cad Bane, and even Shriv Suurgav x Poe Dameron. >D

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I want to finish all of them, but sometimes I wonder if I will get around to finishing "Handcuff Marks and Stubbleburn." I haven't been in a GTA V mood lately, but I really DO wanna finish All the wrong places. I can't just let it go at chapter 94. AHHHH.

16. What are your writing strengths? Characterization and descriptive language. Also not too shabby with dialogue and plot. I sort of just come up with shit as I go along by the seat of my pants. Sometimes, I will take a few notes down or make a rough outline, but that's about it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Perfectionist. Being a little verbose on occasion, but honestly IDAGAF and write what I want.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I won't do it unless it is a "fake" language, such as Huttese or Durese. I am not above making up words and using context clues to figure out what a character is saying, such as Jabba the Hutt. They basically did that in the first three Star Wars movies. If we can deal with Chewie making his Wookiee sounds and using Han as a translator, I feel like it's fine to do it in a fic.

I think I tried to write ONE line in French to be funny, as Trevor Philips is French-Canadian, but I won't do so otherwise, and especially not in a serious context. Google translate isn't the most accurate, I hear.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Probably Hercules the Legendary Journey's or The Vampire Chronicles back in middle school.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Hmm.

I really liked writing Trigger Happy, which Cad Bane masturbates aboard his ship alone in the darkness of deep space, thinking about a warm, mammalian reader who is lightyears away...

I also really loved writing Better than Candy. I love writing for Shriv and his self-deprecating, jaded sense of humor. I wanted him to get a little "treat," and was quite happy with the results. I had the idea on the way home from work; I was sucking on a lollipop in traffic. >D

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You must help me! This addiction to Duros! It gets worse by the day. So can you...give me MOAR?? XD

A Bane or Shriv ficlet perhaps? Fluffies, fuzzies, or pure smut...whatever you want. I just need to feed this addiction.

I thank you very much in advance. 😆

I came up with this on a whim.

Title: It Pays To Be Persistent

Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader

Word count: 546

Warnings: A heated kiss, dry humping, thoughts of biting, breast fondling, a little angst, fluff, and definitely smutty-ish.

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"Lissten, kid, I-"

"Shut up, Shriv," you commanded, the hot, plush flesh of your lips mashing against the thin blue line that demarcated his. Your wet tongue snuck its way in, furling around the Duros' as his fangs parted almost reluctantly, though still granting you access.

"Mmn..." Suurgav moaned into your mouth, releasing his built-up tension as his husky frame relaxed, shoulders drooping in near defeat as he was finally giving in to your advances. His arms rose, encapsulating you in an embrace that felt divine, draping himself across and around your neck as his gloved fingers got lost in the silkiness of your hair.

"We shouldn't be doing thiss," he whispered, though his actions spoke otherwise, Shriv pressing against your warm mammalian body as he inched you backward into the wall.

"Yes we should," you retorted with enthusiasm, hands groping the firm musculature of his biceps as you hoisted yourself up, using the partition behind you and Shriv himself as an anchor so that you might wrap your legs around his waist.

"Fierf-f-fek..." he responded, unable to believe his luck, his cock hard beneath you as you found a rhythm, grinding into the sizeable outline that was barely concealed beneath his uniform. "Thiss isn't exactly the best place to-"

"It's perfect," you confirmed, your hands venturing upward to gently massage and caress the rounded planes of his head, words muffled by the continued closeness of your mouth to his.

"I've been dreaming about thiss," he admitted, the Duros' asymmetrical teeth lightly grazing your chin as he fumbled to keep up before he pulled away long enough to remove a glove using those same fangs, spitting it off to one side of the supply closet. "Wanna ... t-touch you," he confessed shyly, though his long, reedy fingers hovered as if unsure.

"Mn, Shriiiiv... " you whined, taking his hand into yours so that you could place it upon the swell of your breast, the Duros making an appreciative sound halfway between a whimper and a moan of ecstasy. His hips rocked forward, pinning you more succinctly, the cute noise that had escaped him morphing and contorting into a quiet, pacifying rumble in his chest.

"Suurgav?" you asked timidly as he had set his canines against your throat, the flat of his face buried beneath your ear where a steady vibration of his vocal chords caused your heart to flutter.

Just as quickly it stopped.

"I'm s-sorry," he muttered, " I ... "

He gently pried you loose, your arms and legs. You found yourself firmly planted on the floor. He retrieved his glove, afraid of his own animalistic inclinations. He had imagined himself biting you. He cautiously backed away.

"I can't bear to -"

He shook his head in disapproval of himself, retracting his own limbs as he recoiled from you. "I'm afraid I'll h-hurt-"

With that he left the small enclosure and you behind as you touched the place at the nape of your neck where his cuspids had traced your artery. A shudder rocked your spine as you licked at the remnants of his kiss. There was no way in all Sith hells he was going to get away with this.

Shriv was a catch; one that would not escape so easily. You recuperated, adjusted your disheveled clothing, and made to follow him.

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It's getting cold outside.

Warm up. ;)

Please, imagine if you will, cockwarming the Duro boys + Hondo

Cad Bane, Shriv Suurgav, and Hondo Ohnaka get a cockwarming.

Explicit / 18+

Warnings: PiV, double-penetration in Bane's case, kissing, not really any biting, sorry, but some use of teeth, care-taking, comfort.

Notes: Shriv is a little more confident in himself in his ficlet, and it's really sexy (imho), though he still self-deprecates a bit. Bane denies help and is a bit of an egotistical bastard. Hondo is a sweetheart and indulges you with pure fluff.

*I know cockwarming has nothing to do with actually being cold, however with the Duros boys, it just worked out that way because I headcanon they are cold-blooded.

Word count total: 4.3+

Kinktober-ish? 🎃

“It’s so cold in here,” you said, digging in your pack for something warm to wear. Cad Bane sneered at you as he fiddled with the temperature regulator.

You were a bounty hunter, joining him on a job. It wouldn’t be the first time you had worked with Bane, and you felt you could remotely trust him.

It was a two-person gig, out on Ord Mantell. A Devaronian pirate was to be brought in for a heavy sum. He was elusive, well-armed, and known to kill on sight. It had been your idea to ask him for his help. While you were no amateur, Cad Bane had unmatched skills. He was sure to be of use, no matter how high the price.

“Todo! I thought I told ya’ t’fixx dis dang-blamed thing,” he grumbled out, the little service droid’s fingers tapping anxiously together as his other servos grinded to a halt. He was beside himself in nervousness, and a form of agitation that bordered human. It was a humorous thing to watch, as the two made quite a team despite their bickering.

“Yes, well, you see, the thermostat is broken, and I did mention that you should purchase a new one the next time we landed, but perhaps you did not hear me. Oh no...” Todo continued with what seemed like real concern, “do you need your ears checked, Mr. Bane? Can you hear me now?”

You found it hard to suppress a laugh, Bane’s eyes constricting as he turned to face his droid. “I’d be blessed not t’hear ya’! Mebbe I’ll jus’ use you fer de parts,” he shot back, one finger pointing, punctuating his sour words.

“I am afraid you won’t find the right components to make the repairs. I am a techno-service droid, not a subassembly of a rather cheaply designed life-support system. Honestly sir, you should think about upgrading the-”

“Pushin’ yer luck, Todo…” Bane seethed, Todo ambulating out and beyond the cockpit rather awkwardly. He knew better than to keep speaking out of turn. He boosted himself down the narrow corridor, off to find better things to do.

“He was only trying to help. Aren’t you the one who programmed him?” you asked, amused. The hunter finally turned his crimson glare on you.

“Left ‘im how’a found ‘im. Few tweaks ‘ere an’ d’ere. Didn’ program ‘im t’be’a nui’sance,” he corrected you.

You shrugged, your body shivering. The coldness of deep space did not take long to set within your bones. You motioned towards the holomap. “How long until we’re there?”

Bane sighed, pushing the brim of his hat up from off his forehead and an intriguing metal plate. He pinched the center of his brow, seeming to be irritated at everything, including you right now.

“Couple’a hours. Betta’ gehet some shut eye, yer gonna need’it.”

You scrutinized the man, then turned to do just that. It was better than simply standing there, aggravating the Duros further.

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You woke up restless. You had tossed and turned through half of what you thought was night. You took a breath, seeing your own exhale within the biting air of the ship. It was frigid!  

You had taken to Bane’s spare bunk, but his was empty. You checked your chronometer. Several hours had come to pass; you thought it odd he did not follow his own advice. You rose and exited, remaining barefoot and forgoing anything but your crop top and black pants. You tip-toed through the ship, finding your way back toward the cockpit.

The moment the automated doors parted, Bane withdrew one LL-30 blaster. It was aimed directly at you, though the hunter was seated in his pilot’s chair. You raised your arms in defense, he relented and replaced the weapon. You noted his movements were slow and feeble – Cad Bane was not himself.

He swiveled round, bothering to ignore your presence now, though he grit his fangs, emitting a sharp reprimand. “Don’ ssneak up on me!”

His own breath came out in frosty puffs – something was wrong, it was obvious. Though, to get him to admit it would be like pulling teeth. Still, you had to try. “Bane, are you all right?”

He tensed up at the question. He wasn’t used to being asked about his well-being. He was silent for a moment, his response more subdued than you would have guessed. “Fine,” he answered, still somewhat vexed.

“You don’t look fine,” you commented, walking up beside him. His scales were discolored and pale in hue – you remembered reading something about Duros. They were humanoid, though reptile. They could not regulate their own body temperature. Though Cad Bane wore an insulated suit, it seemed not to be enough. You cautiously skirted his captain’s chair and made him look at you face-to-face. “You’re cold, aren’t you.”

“S-so whut. We’ll b’d’ere soon. Nothin’ I caan’t handle,” he snapped at you.

You timidly reached out a hand. You were deliberate on purpose. You wanted the hunter to see you were not a threat as you gently cupped his lower jaw below his breathing apparatus. “You’re freezing.”

“De ther’mo’stat’s busted, whut d’ya’ ex’pec’?” he retorted grouchily, shifting his gaze away from you as he tried to shirk your grasp. He waved you off with a gloved hand of his own, though it had been rather short-lived and half-hearted.

You did not speak. He leered at you as you stared back. For a moment you saw beyond his tough exterior and into the soul beneath. He was just a man, callous around the edges. He was a killer, that much was true, but at this very moment he looked… pathetic.

You were overcome with something, an urge to help, but also an urge to warm him. Being human, your blood was tepid, and you knew you could provide him heat. “Let me help you, please.”

“Don’ need yer help!” he was quick to turn you down, winding his arms around himself.

You did not let this deter you. You crept forward and straddled yourself across his thighs. His eyes narrowed beneath his hat, the Duros regaining enough strength to encapsulate your face. His fingers bore into your dainty chin; you did not react to it. He eyed you beneath the wide brim of his bolero, studying, observing, smelling you and your sudden, unmistakable arousal.

“I know whut it is yer afta’,” he smirked, one snaggletooth exposed by the curling of his lip. “Duros dick,” he surmised.

You kissed him gingerly, peppering him across his mouth, his cheek, his neck; those parts left exposed to you as your hand wandered downward and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. “Body heat,” you managed to get out, “you’re a Duros, I’m a Human. It makes sense. I don’t want you to freeze to death.”

“Ain’ dat somethin’,” he ridiculed and mocked you. “Givin’ a shit a’bout lil’ ol’ me.”

“You’re a good shot. I need you alive,” you pleaded, your mouth now hungry for the taste of him, though he sat stalk still as you withdrew his unique members -  there were… two of them?

You gasped out in surprise. He outright laughed, a snide guffaw of derision and disdain, a snort, for lack of a better word, though he lacked a nose upon his surly countenance. “Ssurprise,” he snarled at you.

Your hand was sticky with his slick. You took him by surprise this time. You shoved your pants down, then lubricated yourself with his slippery byproduct.

You gathered up both his dual girths in the palm of your bare hand. You mashed them together closely, creating a double-headed spear with which to impale yourself. You made eye contact with him as this shut him up quite well, sliding down one centimeter at a time as you began taking in all of him.

He stared in disbelief as you whimpered at the feel, your cunt stretching malleably to accommodate his dicks. His brow ridge twitched as he sucked in a raspy breath, his whole body rigid, stiff,  until he finally started to relax.

“Tight as dat ass ya’ got,” he said offhandedly, one arm roving below as he clasped the meat of your posterior.

With each tiny movement of yourself atop his cocks, you found yourself groaning, whining, and making other involuntary sounds. You wrapped your arms around the Duros, pinning him against your chest the best you could. You buried your hot breath against his neck and across his shoulder.

You pussy clenched around him doubly penetrating you though it had been  your doing, elated gasps indicating that even staying so stationary was almost too much for you to handle. “It hurts, but it feels so good,” you confessed to him.

Bane growled, low, churlish, a deep-seated rumble rising from the depths of his Durosian vocals. He pushed himself further into your snug loins, your shapely body, and your curves. He reveled in the scent of you as he began to absorb your warmth.

“Sstay like dat an’ don’ move,” he commanded you, hips jutting forward so that his cocks distended you from the inside out. The pressure was intense, causing you to murmur your euphoria in a form of protest. Your belly felt delightfully swollen, and your mind was overflowing with endorphins.

“Oo-ooh.” A sound of pleasure escaped you in a broken pant, his ribs and crests pushing you towards the brink of an orgasm.  You had only done this to warm him up, though you had to admit you had been curious. Your plush lips found their way once more to his thin line of a mouth. “Kiss me,” you pleaded with him.

Bane teased you with a gloved finger, thrusting it between your teeth instead of his cool tongue, his coloration darkening as your body worked its mammalian magic on him. It was like you had a built-in heater, and now that you were here, Bane would take advantage of every bit of you.

He shifted, grabbed you by the waist and forced you down, his phalli ending at the base of your vaginal canal as he bottomed out.  

You touched the protrusion within your walls as he split you open, massaging the tautness of your abdomen as you moaned again. You hovered there, sitting flush across his lap as you licked your lips, so close to drooling on yourself. You thought you could stay like this forever, drunk off his Duros dicks, feeling full and satisfied, a blissful look overtaking your entire face, settling deep into your eyes.

“Looks like you’ve bitten off more dan y’caan chew, lil’ lady,” Bane quipped salaciously, grinning like a man possessed by something cruel, like egotism. His teeth dredged themselves across your ear; he rattled out a hiss; his hand adjoined yours, finding the outline of himself within your innards - then he pressed against it, albeit softly, just to be a total bastard.

“Mmmmmn… Mhmm…” you cooed right back to him before you stole another kiss.

You were stationed on Hoth. You were a part of the Rebellion’s ground forces. You were on the lookout for the enemy from dusk till dawn, and so was Shriv Suurgav, though he was out of his element - he was supposed to be a pilot.

The general had decided he would best serve a purpose in the here and now. Suurgav was Spec Ops, and they needed all the help that they could get. His X-wing lay in wait some distance from the base – he was expecting to be signaled, or else to make a hasty retreat.

It was time to switch. Two other soldiers came to relieve you from your post, but something was wrong. The sweet Duros was nearly frozen.

You both had protective snow gear, layers upon layers of insulation, and boots with tread, but even so, Shriv looked worse for wear. You had known him for far too long to see him suffer. In fact, you had hid your feelings from him.

Perhaps now was as good a time as any to confess, for you both could perish any day now at the butt end of a trooper’s blaster, or a Sith Lord’s lightsaber – Darth Vader.

The poor thing’s fangs were a chatter as you both headed down the narrow hall towards the meager barracks. This base had many rooms, and you were sure to be alone, if only for one or two moments of reprieve.

“Shriv, come with me,” you whispered to him, guiding him through the corridor. You passed Echo Base’s center of command, spying both Han and Princess Leia bickering.

“Thosse two are at it again,” Shriv spoke between his shivers, though he was surprised at the firm grip you had upon his hand. He could feel the warmth of your human skin radiating outwardly, despite the gloves that housed his particularly lengthy fingers.

“Where are you taking me?” he asked with anxious curiosity. You glanced backward at him to see a look of trepidation, his face haggard, long, and nearly frostbitten.

“To get warm, silly.” You smiled at him, and he somewhat loosened up. It wasn’t that he was actually apprehensive, but he tended to err on the side of caution, no matter what the situation called for.

“That’s awfully nice of you,” he said casually, making conversation. “Just how do you plan to do that when we’re stationed on a planet literally made of ice?”

“You’ll see,” you said cheekily, pausing by the entrance while you waited the few seconds for the automated door to open – you were surprised it hadn’t frozen solid, but luck was in your favor, if only just this once.

Once inside, you sat Shriv down. You removed your gloves and pressed your tepid hands against his frigid scales, warming his scarred cheeks with the aid of your own body heat.

The Duros sighed out a frosty breath, red eyes heavy-lidded and drooping in contentment. Though he thought this was rather wonderful, he was suddenly befuddled.

“Thiss is all well and good and all, but I don’t see why-” You cut the Duros off. You massed your lips gently against his mouth. You cradled his striking jawline in the slopes of your bare palms. He gasped out a flustered breath, nearly jumping backwards. You held him firmly – that’s when he melted into your soft touch.

You perched yourself astride his lap. His shoulders slumped in mild surrender before he wrapped his arms about you. He kissed you back – it was more than you could have hoped for. His own lips were thin, but his icy tongue was playful and explorative.

You took it a step further. You moved one hand steadily downward. You fumbled with the closure of his trousers, the Duros’ eyes bolting open as they had closed to enjoy the moment.

“Swe-sweetheart, I’m not sure what it is you’re after, but…” Shriv trailed off, searching your sultry gaze. You leaned forward towards him and murmured in his ear.

“Your cock,” you professed plainly, his scales bristling as your words sent a surge of something foreign from the top of his bulbous head to the bottoms of his toes.

“Wh-what?” he gaped at you as you physically pursued him. His eyes roved downward as he intently watched you, though he didn’t bother to try and put a stop to it. He was hard, even in this angry weather. No matter how cold Suurgav was, you were pleased to learn he was able to perform at a moment’s notice.

“Shhh,” you cooed, attempting to placate him, “let me warm it for you.”

He was at a loss. He blinked once, mouth partially hanging open. You took this as an invitation, withdrawing his alien anatomy to be grasped securely by your curling fist.

His dick was thick, spined, and ridged. He had a slick, but you had your own. You were already so wet, for Suurgav turned you on – he just did it for you, and it was something that you could not control.

You undid the clasp of your own pants, pushing the waistband down to rest just below your hips. You lifted yourself up, then gradually, inch by inch, started to take his cock.

Oh, and it felt so good. You had to curb your innate desire to rise and full on ride him. Your pussy involuntarily clenched as you whimpered at the size of him.

Shriv’s breath caught in his chest as his body crumpled forward. He gathered you right up like you were a precious object, or something delicate. He clutched you to himself as he moaned against your neck, burying himself below your ear. He thought he might just cum right now if you even so much as moved another muscle.

“It’s so soft, and warm, and-” he humbly commented, his speech muffled across your throat. You thought you sensed something; his fangs had grazed you and it had felt so perfect.

“Lie back, Shriv,” you urged him quietly.

“I don’t think I can move,” he informed you honestly, “Or I’m gonna-”

“Just take it slow,” you encouraged him, pushing back against him with the full weight of your buxom form.

He complied, unwinding his arms from around your frame. He sank back on his hands first, then lied down flat. You tipped your shapely body forward, the rest of you still clothed and cozy. You dug your knees into the bed, then wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

You planted little kisses, nuzzling your nose in against his pale blue flesh. You canted your entire self a little to the right, then did your best to bring Suurgav along for the short-lived ride.

“Mmph…” he interjected, losing himself and all his wits. This had been totally unexpected, but there was not much he could truly complain about.

“You’re insane, I think. That, or you’re just really desperate,” he contended. “I know something about desperation,” he added after the fact, arbitrarily.

“No,” you faintly spoke, though not bothering to stir. The only thing you did was pull him in closer to you. “I’ve always had a thing for you.”

“Is that sso? Lucky me,” he affirmed nonchalantly, though he hugged you tightly, burrowing his rostrum amongst your standard-issue hat and your loose strands. “If this is a dream, might I suggest never waking me up,” he stated dryly.

Your cheeks flushed red as you shifted incrementally, feeling the fullness of his girth against your inner walls. You serried your hips into him, just to indulge in the bulge inside your guts.

“You can stay as long as you like,” you reassured him, licking a hot stripe just below his chin to the cusp of his ear canal.

The Duros shuddered; he barely contained a rush of nervous laughter. He muttered throatily, emitting a deep-rooted rumble to seal the deal. “Home, sweet home...”  he snickered, rocking forward to sheath himself more deeply.

You exhaled a breathy gasp, for you almost came.

“Stay still, please,” you begged of him. You encased him in a snug embrace, binding him in the tangle of your limbs.

“Yes, ma’am,” he purred, nipping the lobe of your fleshy ear. “Can’t take a taste of your own medicine, I see.”

You awoke to the unique feel of a Weequay kissing you, his breath hot and temperate across the bare flesh of your shoulder. You were lying naked beneath the blankets after a night of excessive lovemaking, having found your way into the Pirate King’s plush bed.

It was luxurious, and he spared no expense. It wasn’t that he had to, all these things were bought with stolen credits, or money earned on less than legal business ventures. You were not one to judge, as you were no saint yourself. You had been a call girl, an exotic dancer, until Hondo had whisked you away from your cantina on Nar Shadda.

The bar had been owned and operated by a Hutt. This one in particular had favored you, but so had Hondo. He pulled some strings, did some mild-mannered convincing, his assuasive, persuasive voice enough to acquit a criminal from their past misdeeds – it would only take Ohnaka to save them with his charming intonations.

You were hooked, like a fish who had been baited, and Hondo was addicted to you. You were not sure why the Force had deemed it so, for you were nothing more than a lowly entertainer.

There must have been something there for the way Hondo pressed your form against himself, his leathery skin cool to the touch and almost reptilian. You pretended not to rouse; you were enjoying this too much, Hondo’s gentle hands caressing and tactually belauding your waist and hips.

He had thrown caution to the winds, for you had tempted him. He was an expert orator, on top of a dashing scoundrel. You decided not to question it. You were not sure you wanted to know the answer. Hondo had a reputation for being partial to hosts of women.

Still, it was nice to think you might be special, even if he tired of you after another full rotation. You purred out a pleasing sound, finally stirring from your drowsy daze.

“Good morning, dearest,” he spoke pruriently in your ear, his voice practically indecent for all the goosepimples it administered.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked of you, one ribbed finger tracing the outline of your figure beneath the sheets. He tantalized you with a simple touch, causing you to grind the protuberance of your ass against his already hardening cock.

“I barely slept at all, but that’s your fault,” you teased, gathering the man up by his hands and coercing him to wrap his arms around you from behind.

“My apologies,” he offered coolly, yielding to your desires, Hondo cinching his grip around your waist just below your vuluptous breasts. “I did not think you minded at the time.”

You chirped out a girlish laugh, guiding those manicured hands upward. You fitted them atop your tits, coaxing him to squeeze. “I have a mind to go another round, but it’s pleasant just to lie here with you,” you admitted.

“Why not both?” he inquired, roiling out a lecherous murmur from his hairline mouth, fingers manipulating and caressing the doughy tissue of your ample chest.

“I like the sound of that,” you declared with sultry elegance, the pirate beginning the whole affair with more kisses being speckled across your throat and collarbone.

You hummed, Hondo continuing to gently compress one breast, the other hand shifting beneath the sheets as he got ready to align himself.

You adjusted accordingly, lifting one leg up and back to drape across his thigh. Your sex was wet in anticipation, Hondo gingerly inserting his ridged member into your bedewed crevasse.

You moaned in appreciation, sinking your pelvis backward to greet his lap. You felt the tip go in, slowly gliding forthright to fill you to the brim.

You made to ride him, your hips beginning to undulate across his robust cock. It was thick, keeled, and a perfect fit. However, Hondo groped you tightly, forcing you to still.

“No, my love. Let me simply bask in the divine,” he whispered in your ear.

You smiled, taking his suggestion at face value. You reached around yourself, behind your waist to grab his buttocks. You used the firmness of your grasp to propel him gently forward until you were adjoined completely, sighing deeply at the sensation of being coupled with him.

Hondo interjected a licentious sound, holding himself back from spilling his seed within you. Instead, he stroked your hair, impressed his lips to the divot between your shoulders, and clasped you more securely to himself as if he never wanted to let you go.

You understood by now – he wanted to rest inside you as you warmed him.

It was intimate, your void occupied full-up as well as your beating heart. You began to wonder about the Weequay’s reputation. He was so genteel, proper, and refined, yet his men both feared and adulated him. What were you to Hondo? How had you found your way to Florrum?

Your doubts were extinguished as he sucked the salt right off your skin, leaving behind a memory in his wake in the form of broken capillaries. You humbly whined as he left his mark, the pirate mindful of his frills, making sure not to truly harm you on accident.

You toyed with the wispy braid that had found its way to hang and dangle, fingers admiring the texture of his ornate hairstyle. You had asked about it once, it was to denote the passage of time for his kind, one for every year he remained away from his native home.

“Delectable,” he stated dissolutely, remarking on the taste of you.

You craned your head, enough to see his handsome face. In sleep he wore no helmet, no protective goggles – he was just a man, a man you were rapidly falling in love with, for you couldn’t help yourself. Perhaps it was naïve.

You smashed your lips against his in enthusiasm. Your tongues became entwined together. They danced and furled around each other as Hondo thoughtfully massaged your inner sanctum with a flex; a pulsing of his cock full flush against the anterior wall of your twitching cunt.

You spoke his name in lust; this only made him kiss you harder and with more fervor. You pulled away before you were carried off, turning around to settle back into the sheets and downy pillows. “I’ve never been quite this happy,” you confessed.

He refastened his arms around you and relaxed, words muffled against the pecks he placed upon your shoulders and your back. “That sounds like a challenge!  I am one to think I can make you even happier,” he quipped.

“I’d like to see you try,” you provoked him with a smile.

He ground his hips, his thighs, and his sex right into you, causing you to chirrup as he breathed directly in your ear. You shivered involuntarily, trembling from top to bottom.

“That can be arranged," he stated plainly, words tinged with a hint of subtle, good-natured arrogance.

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Warnings: Kissing, flirting, sexual innuendos, humor, blowjobs, male receiving oral. Smut / fluff / mildly dubious consent but not really? Dry-humping, self-esteem issues, self-degradation, self-doubt, mild feelings of worthlessness and slight depression.

Word count: 4.8k+

Summary: Shriv Suurgav is overworked - he sits alone, or tries to, in his office. You’ve come to bother him, or better yet, help him find a way to relieve his stress. This “Duros under duress” must relax.

Notes: I write Shriv Suurgav entirely different from the way I write Cad Bane, so be prepared for a more “ stream of consciousness” type style. I love getting inside this neurotic Duros’ head. Inspired by me eating a lollipop on the way home from work. “A blowjob a day keeps the melancholy away.” - @amiquinn99​ 

Half a parsec. No. Maybe a whole parsec.

Two parsecs?

Perhaps a parsec was not the right unit of measurement to use in this situation, but Shriv absolutely felt that was how far away he was from finishing this list of menial tasks that was supposed to get done by the end of the day.

It was too much for just one day. Or any day. It was never ending; just a nearly insurmountable heap of red tape and bureaucracy, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Well, almost nothing.

He supposed he could launch himself out of an airlock, but death might be just a little bit worse than having to answer to Lando about this one particular report that was due two standard hours from now.

Who was keeping track of this stuff, anyway? Would they know if he hadn’t submitted it on time? Was Lando really that interested in learning about the finer points of the Pathfinder’s last ground assault? The fact the 61st mobile infantry had lost so many soldiers on Haidoral Prime that they were organizing a recruitment event to try and persuade locals to join their cause?

Not to mention the dangers of Imperial espionage – you never knew who was going to show up to these things. That’s why he stayed away from them. He was too skeptical – they said he would only hinder the process. It was fine by Shriv. He had better things to do.

Let them deal with the repercussions. They couldn’t say he hadn’t warned them.

Of course, the stress of those better things alone was enough to give anyone a stroke; but Shriv did what he did best in these scenarios: he sucked it up. Only today it wasn’t going so well. He had too much on his mind.

When did he not have too much on his mind?

Shriv couldn’t remember the last time his head was absent of thought, negative or otherwise, though negative seemed to be predominant. For a moment, Shriv felt like he had forgotten what it was like to relax, and that made him frown to himself because no one else was around to see it.

He was thankful no one else was around to see it.

For one, they might ask questions, and two, he wasn’t in the mood to explain his… mood.

He tried keeping up appearances with the cadets. They already thought he was a curmudgeon. They called him a killjoy behind his back.

He had heard about it second hand from Luke – he wanted Shriv to be nicer to the new blood, as he called them. He said he came off as “scary” and “mean,” and that he should be trying to instill a sense of camaraderie, giving inspirational speeches, not the opposite.

Shriv wasn’t trying to instill anything. He was just telling it like it is. If they couldn’t handle his authenticity, well …

Sooo sorry I don’t find fighting wars and nearly dying everyday to be the pinnacle of excitement. I apologize for warning them about the risks and dangers involved in going up against an evil, despotic Empire who rather kill them than use them as slave labor just for wearing this damn uniform.

That was what he had wanted to say. Instead, he said: “Yeah, sure, OK.”

Then he had coughed on purpose, followed by a terse: “Commander.”

The terseness had also been on purpose.

Oh, but Shriv wasn’t considered to be his equal even though he was not only a member of the Special Forces, but a Commander in the Alliance Navy, a Marksman, and a damn good pilot.

Far from it.

Luke Skywalker was a Jedi with magical force wieldy powers that could make people smack into walls, or he could slice them in half with his glowy laser sword-thing.

He won medals and made girls smile.

Shriv only made girls give disgusted faces.

He supposed he should be thankful he was on their side, not annoyed one bit that he had told him how to do his job he had been doing since before Luke had even bothered to show up.

Yeah, OK, so he had blown up a Death Star.

Even Shriv had to admit that was impressive, but he didn’t want to.

Besides, he had help, but everyone seemed to forget that little tidbit of information.

Han Solo didn’t forget that tidbit of information.

In fact, he talked about it daily.

Ten minutes went by before Shriv realized his datapad had gone idle and he was staring at a blank screen with his stylus pinched between two fingers and his teeth.

Well, they were more like fangs, but he called them teeth. He didn’t want to draw any attention to them unnecessarily. He already got weird enough looks as is. Being one of the only Duros on this particular ship had its ups and downs.

For one thing, he didn’t have to worry about anyone getting territorial on him, and for another, he felt like he couldn’t relate to anyone.

Everyone had such … small heads. Skin instead of scales. Tiny eyes instead of big red or yellow ones. Hair.

Hair …

He would be loath to admit it, but he liked the stuff. It was … interesting.

Shriv stared at his reflection gazing back at him for a moment in the blackened screen realizing he looked … tired. He had the thought to get a cup of caf at the same moment you cleared your throat.

Shriv jumped almost imperceptibly right before he pretended to look like he was doing something important, his eyes darting up just enough to get a full view of your kneecaps before they shot back down to look at nothing in particular.

“That door there, it was closed, I think?” It wasn’t a question, more like a statement given with a little bit too much attitude, his inflection rising at the tail end of the last word so as to impart just how much your appearance had annoyed him.

He refused to give you any more of his attention, assuming maybe you would do him the favor of leaving him alone when he so clearly didn’t want to be bothered, but the Galaxy was an unforgiving place. Instead of doing that, you stepped inside the room.

“No,” your feminine voice rang out, haughty yet somehow flirtatious at the same time, “It was wide open.”

Shriv’s lips, or the lips he had, settled into a scowl, not letting you get the best of him. He thought he recognized you, but he was trying very hard not to focus on anything but his façade of busyness. If he pretended to be busy long enough maybe you would leave. Then maybe he would also get some work done.

“Well, would you mind shutting it?” he asked, trying to keep the irritation from his words but it was not at all working.

You coyly did what he had requested.

He should have been more specific. “With you on the other side,” he said dryly.

At this point you took a step closer and Shriv got an eyeful of your thick thighs as you strolled forward. Then you had the nerve to sit down in the only other chair left available; the one right across from him.

That’s when he was forced to look at you face-to-face. Shriv cleared his throat this time. You were one of the newer recruits; one of the ones he had recently yelled at for not knowing how to hold a blaster steady. You had caught on eventually, faster than some of the others in your cohort.

But … why were you in his office? And why had you closed the door?

Well, he had asked you to, that’s why.

“I’m busy,” he stated, shifting his eyes to look down at his darkened datapad.

“I can see that,” you smirked, kicking your legs out over the arm of your chair.

“Look, can I help you?” he grouchily questioned you. He almost felt bad the minute it left him. It was just so hard not to be so rude all the time when you were constantly under duress.

Duros.

A Duros under duress.

Shriv hadn’t liked the tone you were using. It sounded like you were mocking him.

He couldn’t blame you, really. He had been caught red handed doing nothing and he already felt guilty enough, as it were.

The guilt. It always there. The nagging sensation that he should be doing something twenty-four hours a day lest someone die or lose a limb.

But he thought he heard something else, too. Like you were eating something in his presence. It was the strangest thing. So strange in fact he bothered to look at you.

You had a piece of candy in your mouth, the end of which was attached to a stick. Shriv shook his head at you as you pulled it from between your lips, sucking ever so gently as you grinned at him.

“Gods, you’re hot-” you started off.

“-what?”

“-headed. Hotheaded.”

He blinked. He didn’t know what else to do or say for that matter. It took him a second to recuperate. His eyes were focused on your mouth he noticed; the Duros was suddenly lost for words.

That didn’t last long however as he managed to make a come back from this suddenly not at all awkward situation.

“Wh-what is that? Is that a… lollipop?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed casually, sucking on the red orb again that was shiny with your spit. You swirled the sweet tasting sugary substance with your tongue. It was also kind of tart.

Sour and sweet. Just like your commanding officer, you mused.

Shriv stared at you. You stood out in his mind as one of the recruits who might turn out to be a handful. You tend to talk back to your superiors, but you seem to mean well.

You were fierce, something the Rebellion needed, and your heart was in the right place – but your mouth.

Your mouth was currently wrapped around something that was threatening to burn Shriv’s cheeks red-hot; hotter than the Lava back on Sullust would have been had he not of managed to escape - no thanks to Lando.

He suddenly remembered helping you of all things. It had been a few weeks now. He so rarely did that. Helped people directly, that is. He did his job and kept his head down, but he had … wanted to.

Hells, up close you had been … cuter than he thought. It was the wrong thought. He wasn’t allowed to think like that.

He did what he had set out to do; adjust your stance. He had tried not to touch you too much. He nudged your foot with his boot then kept going down the line.

He was pretty sure you had stared after him. He remembered ignoring it and then forgetting about you entirely. He hated to admit it to himself, but you would probably be dead in a few months, anyway - just another soul taken down by the occasional well-placed aim of a Stormtrooper or someone another.

But here you were. And you had asked him something.

“Want one?” You dug into your pocket and retrieved another lollipop, waving it in the air at him. This one was still sealed off from the outside elements – and blue. Like him.

Figuratively and literally.

Shriv balked, wrinkling up his forehead at you. “What?!” he asked heatedly. “N-no!”

He paused, frowning a little more than he already had been. “Where’d you even get that-”

He stopped himself, redirecting his curiosity to something he was more comfortable with – ambivalence. “You know what, it doesn’t matt-”

“Brought them from home,” you answered quickly, not letting him finish his sentence. “I like candy. It brings a little joy to your day, don’t you think?”

Shriv’s eyes narrowed even though he hadn’t meant for them to. “Candy’s for … kids. It’s what parents give their younglings to either placate or silence them.”

“I always thought it was a bit of a reward for being good.”

“Well, either way – it’s … inappropriate.”

“Oh,” you lazily retorted. Then you smiled again.

You gave a quick lick to your lollipop.

Shriv tried not to look directly at you.

“Do that. Just keep doing… that - scolding me,”  you teased. His temper did not bother you at all, even though you bothered Shriv a lot.

Shriv sighed. His voice lowered as he attempted to give off his best impression of authority, though it was lacking… somehow. He wasn’t a natural when it came to this. He had to try. Hard.

“Look, either tell me what you want or get out of-”

You sat up quickly. “You,” you shot back. “I want you.”

Your hand had moved. One was… touching yourself. Shriv didn’t bat an eye or move as you palmed your crotch through your jumpsuit, the other hand still holding onto that damn lollipop as your soft, wet, pink…

No.

“I-I’m-I’m-I’m sorry?” Shriv stammered.

You kicked your legs around and stood. That … wasn’t a good sign.

Was it?

Shriv knew he didn’t hear you right. He knew you weren’t walking towards him. This was all… some kind of dream. Some kind of … nightmare? Fantasy? Lucky break?

He didn’t think to budge. He might of. He just… couldn’t seem to feel his legs anymore. He had gone numb from head to foot. He suddenly wondered if he was having that stroke after all.

“Why don’t you relax, sir…”

Shriv did the exact opposite in that moment. His shoulders stiffened. He forgot how to breathe suddenly.

Sir?

Did you say it that way on purpose? It wasn’t a normal “sir” like you would expect a cadet to address a superior officer. No, it had sounded like you were …

Shriv began to panic as you continued your slow advance towards him. It was almost as if you were dragging it out on purpose just to torture him. His green blood was rushing in his ears; he couldn’t hear anything but the thrum inside his head as you had the audacity to come behind his desk.

“Uhh-uhh…” Shriv said.

That was … articulate.

Someone somewhere must be having a good laugh at his expense, he gathered. The only problem was he didn’t know whether that person was corporeal, or ethereal. He was unwilling to call it a God, though Gods were known for their less than fair treatment of their subjects.

Jokes on you God, I don’t believe in you.

Though, maybe it was a particularly cruel God who had it out for Shriv just because he denied their existence.

No. Wait.                                                                        

This was karma, wasn’t it? This was the way the universe was going to get back at him for all those snarky, underhanded comments that everyone most assuredly deserved at some point or another and that Shriv did not regret in the least bit for saying.

Whatever was happening, he wasn’t sure he was going to like it.

That, or he would like it too much.

Shriv held his breath as you did the unthinkable. He hoped to all Sith hells the door was locked and that Lando or some other person of rank, or any person at all for that matter, wouldn’t come marching in and see him like this; with a woman straddling his lap.

Shriv did the only thing he could do. He put his hands up. He wouldn’t be caught dead touching you. He didn’t have permission for that. But, you didn’t have permission to sit on his lap, either, yet here you were.

Shriv could smell the cherry flavor on your breath, and then he could see the lollipop itself as you plucked it out of your mouth with an audible pop. You had thrown it behind you to some unknown location – he wondered who was going to have to clean that up.

Shriv suddenly felt… sad. That was the only way to describe it.

You were beautiful, too beautiful to be doing this with the likes of him – in the human way, that is. Maybe he needed to take you … somewhere.

Definitely not his quarters, though he was a Duros in his prime. He had thought about it for a fleeting instant, but it was replaced by the idea that you sorely needed to see a medic.

Shriv’s heart jumped to his throat as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were grinding your pelvis into his … his …

He opened his mouth to speak and all that came out was a rattled breath of air. He felt faint for a moment. He overcame every insensible thing he wanted to do to you and instead meekly stuttered out a few sparse words.

“Pl-lease d-don’t …don’t … this isn’t… I don’t wanna… It’s cruel to…”

He couldn’t seem to complete a thought, or a sentence, until it came out all at once in a rush, Shriv barely able to contain his flustered, nervous, excitable energy.

“Don’t treat me like this. I know I’m an ass, but whoever put you up to-”

“Kiss me,” you whispered.

Shriv caught himself. He had craned his neck just a fraction of an inch, like that kind of thing could actually be possible for someone like him. This had gone on for long enough and it had barely even started.

He regained his courage, or more like, tried to hold onto what little dignity he had left.

“You shouldn’t-”

You sealed his lips shut with that kiss you had so wanted.

…toy with people’s emotions.

You rode against him as you pressed your tongue into his mouth. You moaned into him, taking Shriv’s raised hands and grasping them so you could place them firmly against your breasts.

You couldn’t stop. He smelled; tasted; felt wonderful beneath you. He was sizeable. His cock had risen just as you had expected it to.

It was the only thing you wanted out of him.

Shriv groaned until it transformed into a low whimper against your hot and hungry mouth. His dick was threshing against the confines of his trousers, and he was embarrassed of himself – of his own neediness.

What is she … she…

A more merciful God, if that was what this was all about, would have ended his life quickly back on Sullust. What he wouldn’t have given to have drowned in lava right about now.

Well, not drowned. More like, incinerated. Melted. That thing his willpower was doing currently.

Ughhh, and you tasted like candy … sickening …ly sweet.

Shriv fought himself internally as he was stricken with an intense bout of instincts. He wanted to devour you – in the good way, but … he didn’t even know your name.

Not that he would have done that, anyway.

“Swee-sweetheart…” he mumbled out against your lips.

You pressed his hands tighter around your perky tits as you ended the kiss with such force that he nearly gasped as he was pushed away from you.

Your pelvis undulated across his lap as you stroked the curved shape of his head with both hands, practically humping him through your clothes until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

You stood, leaving Shriv a mess as he was trembling in his chair, looking up at you with two pitiful, beautiful red eyes.

But, he had expected this.

You had kissed him, and now you didn’t want to anymore.

That wasn’t exactly a surprise, and he was glad that he had mentally prepared himself for this, otherwise …

His hands remained open in the air, cupped, yet empty.

Shriv jerked as you unexpectantly fell to your knees before him.

The color drained from his face; he was a ghost, a specter of his former self as you unzipped his pants.

This wasn’t really happening. He should stop you – degrading yourself like this.

It was…

How far is she …

Shriv gripped the arms of his chair the minute your warm human hand found his hardened cock. He wondered if you even knew what you were doing – not in that sense, but had you ever …?

The twinkle in your eye made him… anxious. Perhaps you’d never seen a Duros’ … and he had never seen …

Duros were drastically different than humans as far as Shriv was aware, though the parts could still match up he’d heard. Some of Shriv’s friends back home had decidedly more luck with this kind of thing.

He tried to control himself as his knee wanted to involuntarily twitch. He was much too jittery.

This girl’s going to think you’ve never gotten a…

Well, you haven’t.

He didn’t have much more time to bicker with himself at this point because you had planted your soft, plush lips around the girth of his member, your tongue beginning to wind and encircle him like it had that lollipop.

It took more than self-control to try and stop himself from cumming that very minute – it was a damn miracle was what it was.

Shriv saw stars; constellations, entire galaxies expand and contract as he closed his eyes. His ragged breath hitched in his throat as he pressed his body backward into his office chair.

His gloved fingers dug in harder to the armrests, Shriv unable to keep himself from biting down on his lower lip with his fangs – teeth.

A volley of Durese curse words escaped him, followed by an apology. He hadn’t meant to speak such foul language, but he could hardly help it.

Holy karkin’ hells, she’s really going for it – what is this girl on – maybe she’s mentally…

All coherent thought flew away in that moment, your thickset muscle making waves along his pliant spines and ridges. The sensation tickled the roof of your mouth, and his slick was pure saccharine - you couldn’t get enough.

It was better than candy.

Shriv did something that made you ache with longing as your cheeks hollowed out; you slowed your pace, moaning purely out of an indescribable feeling of total gratification as he had finally given in – the fingers of one hand had moved to run through your hair.

It only encouraged you.

Shriv didn’t know why he did it – it just seemed like the right thing to do. The fact that you hummed against his cock like a well-tuned ion engine made him think it was the right choice.

You were slurping; sucking on him like he was the best damn thing you had ever tasted – his eyelids fluttered as his eyes nearly rolled towards the back of his head.

He thought he should say something, but what would it have been? It had been hard enough before this to enunciate properly. Now he was just going to sound plain laserbrained.

Shriv kept his mouth shut, or at least he tried to.

Something… happened. He had not meant to do this, but a low rumble escaped him. It was a sound demarcating pleasure from a Duros who was … experiencing something quite pleasant … sexually. Usually.

There were different noises that signified different things, and this one had definitely been a … purr. Or a kind of purr. Duros didn’t purr … they just…

OK, it was a purr.

You sat up on your knees to get better leverage at the agreeable way Shriv had announced his affection for you. This was going better than you had expected.

You nuzzled your head into Shriv’s palm to let him know you liked what he was doing, and he responded by making the cutest “mmm” you had ever heard.

You took the time to glance up from your work and his face was contorted in a visually pleasing show of ecstasy. You were so very happy with yourself – he was finally relaxing.

Now for the finale.

Shriv rasped for air as you took him to the hilt, fully imbibing his blue-green shaft down the bottomless pit of your throat. Your head bobbed slow and steady, almost devious in your ministrations, taking your time to feel every inch of his unique shape.

You freed your hands, though your mouth still had a firm grasp on his cock. You pinched either side of his hips as you practically swallowed his entire phallus. You had no gag reflex. Shriv retaliated by giving your cheek the most loving, gentle caress you had ever experienced.

Shriv didn’t know what he was doing – where he was - there was only one thing. The pull of his abdominal muscles as he was slowly being coaxed to the brink of an orgasm. He was honestly surprised he had lasted this long, and he felt it was something to be proud of.

“I’m gonna – gonna- you better-” was all he could manage to say as a warning, but that did not stop you. You persisted more readily.

A supernova exploded inside Shriv’s brain at the same time his seed discharged from the slit at the top of his cock like an errant bolt of blaster fire, though thankfully it hadn’t been as quick.

It was more of a slow torrent; a sea of… semen. It was cold, slightly sticky, and it reminded you of another kind of candy – only this one was sour. That didn’t keep you from guzzling every drop.

A brilliant burst of light had enveloped Shriv and permeated throughout his entire being. His body felt like it broke atmo and someone had forgotten to turn on the artificial gravity.

Shriv’s mind, on the other hand, felt like it had been overtaken by a nebulous cloud of fog and vapor, caught in a swirling haze of thoughts, feelings, and emotions that coalesced together to make him cry out a pathetic sound of long overdue bliss.

He went blank.

Something had short-circuited. It must have –

His eyelids flitted until he was able to fully open them to gaze at one of the most beautiful sights his sore eyes had ever seen.

You.

And you were wiping your mouth off on the back of your hand.

Shriv blushed full flush in the face; bluer than Bantha Milk, though he was already blue to begin with.

You rose slowly to the full extent sitting on your knees would give you. You rubbed your belly as you licked your lips seductively. You could not deny this could easily become addicting – his flavor – the expression on his face – the way his fangs peeked out of his half open mouth as he had trouble looking into your eyes.

You smiled, you gave a little “mn” and watched him turn an even darker shade as he hassled in his chair, trying to slow his oxygen intake.

You reached out and gently caressed his face right down the length of his intriguing scar, asking him a simple question, your voice soft.

“Do you feel better now?”

He responded with a small nod, his brow ridge knitting inward. He seemed honestly, genuinely confused.

“Why’d you  - what was -”

Shriv didn’t mean for it to come out sounding ungrateful, he was admittedly just curious. Nothing had ever happened to him like this before, or at all, if he was being truthful.

“You know what they say …” you offered idly, standing to your feet. Shriv watched after you, not bothering to get up as he was glued to his chair and didn’t know if he would ever be able to peel himself out of it again.

The Duros shook his head, answering with a small “nuh-uh,” as that was all he could manage to muster in his current state. He wanted to say something more profound, or maybe appreciative, but his tongue and his brain weren’t communicating like he thought they should be.

It was probably for the best, he surmised.

“A blowjob a day keeps the melancholy away.”

His eyes went wide at the concept. A blowjob … a day?

Were you serious?

Is she…

That’s gotta be…  

A joke?!

She’s gonna… do this… everyday??!

Shriv was either terribly frightened, or terribly turned on in that moment. Maybe a little of both, though he did not have time to speak or react besides the shocked and somewhat appalled look on his face that only made you giggle as you turned towards the exit of his office.

You sauntered towards the door - Shriv immediately fumbled with his pants, putting himself back into place, hoping that no one saw you enter, nor would they see you leave.

He watched as you vanished from his sight. You closed the door with yourself on the other side this time.

Shriv did nothing, even though that report was still due – and now within the next hour or less.

He didn’t know how he felt about any of this, only that he was … relaxed.

But there was one thing he did know - and that was that he still didn’t know your name.

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[sinisterexaggerator]

I’m back.

Realized belatedly I meant the headcanons about Shriv wanting to go exclusive with reader when I was talking about his self-deprication. Not the “Persistent” ficlet.

Sorry for the confusion 🤦🏻‍♀️ *insert embarrassed wingofshadow here*

Oh, OK! Thanks for clarifying @wingofshadow! At first I was confused because I thought he did not degrade himself in that ficlet, he was only afraid of hurting reader with his teethies! All right, here's a little short something. @kimageddon had to make it horny with her "you forgot" idea and it wouldn't leave my head, so sorry about that! >D

Title: Something in my eye

Word Count: 551

Warnings: Just a bit of a crotch squeeze, otherwise it's all fluff and feelings and dealing with ill feelings about oneself.

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"I don't know what you see in me," Shriv confessed, sighing. "I'm just a jaded Duros with a big mouth and an even bigger head."

"Stop it," you scolded him. "That's one of the dumbest things you have said to date. Besides, you forgot the biggest thing about you."

Shriv's brow ridge knitted as he contemplated what you were getting at. "My quote, attitude problem, unquote?"

Your hand lightly came to sit upon his knee, sliding, teasing, as your palm moved to rest across his groin, though he was not erect. Shriv gasped, nearly choking on the inhale. His own hand moved to join yours, his fingers toying with the tips; the softness of your flesh as he removed you carefully, yet he held you to himself, arm pinned against his chest.

"O-oh, smooth. Normally, I'd- It's just ... I was being serious," he said solemnly, continuing to caress the apex of your index and middle digit with the scaled pads of his own. "I don't want to lose you and I'm afraid you'll get sick of me one day," he admitted worriedly.

"Shriv," you said, your voice firm and commanding. It caught his attention well enough, for he turned his head to look timidly in your direction, thin pupils fixated on you - your face reflected back at you in his shining eyes of ruby. "Please, don't talk that way. I hate it when you do that. I can't stand the idea you think so lowly of yourself."

"I ... I'm sorry," the Duros apologized too quietly, gaze shifting towards the floor.

"And stop apologizing all the time!" you instructed forcefully, though you allowed yourself to calm back down to a warmer speaking volume. "Shriv, I love everything about you. If I didn't I wouldn't be sitting here with you."

"Oh," Shriv responded flatly. "I-I see."

"Do you? I'm not so sure."

You frowned, tugging your arm away so that both could wrap snuggly around his hefty build. You squeezed as tightly as you could, though you lacked real strength. Still, you were able to get your point across.

"You're funny, witty, charming, kind, brave ... and that's just hitting the surface level," you whispered into his ear canal.

"I - I am?" he asked with trepidation coloring his tone.

"Of course you are. You risk your life everyday, you make people laugh everyday. The galaxy would be a darker place without you in it."

Suurgav remained quiet, though he was overcome. He held himself steady in your arms.

"To not hear your voice, to not see your smile, to be without you in my life ... I rather risk going up against Darth Vader himself than to have never met you."

You stifled your mild shock, for you felt something wet against you neck. You hadn't even known that Duros could cry, though it made sense. You gently tautened your shared embrace, planting a sweet kiss just below his well-honed jawline. "I care about you, Shriv, and so does everybody else - even if they don't always say it out loud. Be more confident in yourself and in your abilities. You've got nothing to worry your big head about."

Shriv nodded, using it as an excuse to wipe his tears off on your blouse. He chuckled wryly, trying to make light of all of this. "I'm not crying or anything, I've just got... something in my eye."

[sinisterexaggerator]

Thot: sweet and fluffy morning sex with sweet Shriv and some breakfast in bed🥺🥺🥺.

Ooh, I love this. I was instantly inspired. Don't ask me what happened. This went to a weiiiiird place, but... I really like it. xD Some sweet, sweet angst along with a soft and sexy Duros with some *cough* breakfast in bed.

Shriv Suurgav x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6k+

Warnings: NSFW : 18 + // Smut, angst, bad dreams, comfort, PiV sex, cunnilingus, fingering, kissing, cuddling, and fear of death.

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Breakfast in Bed

Explosions - the rapid firing of blasters - the earth rocked beneath you as you swayed from side to side trying to keep your balance. You were blinded by a thermal, the sweltering fluorescence expanding before your eyes as it consumed everything beyond your sight’s horizon.

You ran for cover; you saw white armor. Men shouted, and women too, their lamentations ringing out among the din of battle charges and orders barked. Your heart raced. You did not know if you would make it.

You saw Suurgav. He waved for you to walk forward towards him, urging you to take shelter under the canopy of a downed tree trunk. You paused; he hadn’t noticed the grenade. You screeched his name, “Shriv!!!” before the device erupted.

You awoke; you meant to scream, but the sheets were stirring. Your anxiety contorted into pleasure as your labored breaths transformed into immodest moans; you reached out above your head to grip the bedframe, steadying yourself for there was a Duros between your legs.

“What- what are you doing?” you breathed out heavily, suddenly enraptured. It was a stupid question; it was obvious. Shriv paused only momentarily, his husky voice reverberating betwixt your thighs.

“Haaving breakfasst in bed,” he stated perversely, a mischievous lilt coloring his tone. He continued with his mission, and by the Core he was so good at it. You had trained him well when just months ago the man was timid. His fear had all but left him as he had mapped out and memorized the best way to make you writhe.

Now he wouldn’t stop; he did this often. You had lost count of your many orgasms.

It was a reward in and of itself to see you squirm beneath him; to taste your distinct branding and your unique flavor. He was addicted, and Gods – you were wholly blessed for it.

Your hips bucked upward to meet his hungry mouth – you weren’t afraid of his fangs by now - he was industrious with the way he feasted on you, and being careful was always his prerogative.

He took the hint - you wanted more of it. He gently pressed against either side of your inner thighs. He splayed your legs apart, exposing you in your most vulnerable state. He had never bothered to lift the blankets.

He delved into your mound with unmatched enthusiasm out of anyone you had ever known with this much familiarity; you coaxed the sheet back to expose the lurid act. You couldn’t help yourself; you loved to watch.

“Mmmnnn,” he moaned into your cunt as he dined on you like you were a well-earned meal - a kill freshly captured - his appetite insatiable. Your voice left you in a ragged breaths; you were cracking and Suurgav would be the one to split you open.

Shriv kept his lengthy digits anchored across your legs even as you contrived a struggle. He knew you loved it when he wouldn’t let you go. You had taught him to be forceful. He was lying flat down on his belly, his legs extended by the knees to adjoin together in the air as his feet kicked leisurely.

His motile tongue took turns swirling and furling around your clit before licking a stripe down your labia minora and slinking his way into your dripping slit.

That skillful muscle probed you; he fed off you; he clamped down harder on your thighs as he drew you forward and lapped at your secretions like an animal quenching its inappeasable thirst for water. He pushed his tongue further into your quivering sex before he darted right back out again, trailing a path back to your throbbing bud.

You gasped as he shifted and filled you with one finger. It was slow, delicate, and it penetrated you with ease. You were already so drenched.

“That’ss a good girl…” he teased, his words praising your heightened arousal for him, exuded in a dry flirtatious baritone as he mildly laughed, though it wasn’t meant to be a mockery.

He matched his own speed as he caressed your inner walls, the Duros rumbling at the simple way your body threshed against his calm and patient strokes.

You came within minutes, seconds, Suurgav smooshing his rostrum directly against your tuft of wiry curls - your fleshy prominence - as he buried his tongue again, sampling of the nectar he had drawn from you.

Your release caused something surprising, something you had not experienced before. The vocalized expressions of your ecstasy morphed into tears of fear and overwhelming anxiety.

The Duros removed himself; he looked aghast. He reached out for you, though he was overcome with a sudden shyness and a sense of guilt.

He stammered; he was terrified that he had injured you. “F-F-Fullua?! What’s wrong?!”

He looked near to tears himself. He was shaking like a leaf as he searched you over. You raised your arms for him and begged him silently.

He crawled forward and you kissed him with more passion than you had meant to. Shriv gasped but accepted this dumbfounding gesture. Your hands explored his face; his head; his shoulders, even as he was about to have a heart attack.

“Shriv, I dreamt you died. It was so real!” You rolled with him. He was beneath you even as you sealed his lips with yours again. He slept naked, you both did. There was nothing to bar you from his full erection.

Without warning you placed him within yourself; you softly wept as you began to ride him. He stared up at you, chest heaving. He raised one hand; his fingers crept; they shakily brushed against your cheek.

“Is- is that all?” he whispered, unsure of himself; unsure of your current state.

“I-I didn’t hurt you?” he asked with great concern.

You only shook your head, slowly gliding your exorbitantly wet sex across his rigid member, his ribs and crests pushing you towards the throes of another pleasurable release.

Shriv threw his head back and bared his fangs in his own show of corporeal euphoria, his fingers lightly dredging into the plump, meaty thickness of your rump. It did not take long for him to reach a peak, though he held off, grinding his teeth into his bottom lip.

You impressed your cunt against him as far as it would go; you shoved his monstrous cock to the back of your canal. You ground your hips into him as much as you could stand it, your slick cavity full to the brim with his foreign anatomy.

Shriv’s eyelids fluttered as you came a second time, your declamation perhaps loud enough to hear beyond the door. Shriv instinctually lifted up his arm; he clamped your mouth shut, but so very, very gently.

“Quietly, darling, q-quiet...” he hummed through lips now pursed. He was afraid of the general hearing you, or anyone who might be around. He was still somewhat self-conscious; he liked to keep things private. He didn’t like unwanted questions or people meddling in his affairs – at least when it came to this.

Your teeth sank into his blue flesh in a tender nibble; he gasped before he was pushed to his own climax. His back had arced before he limply fell, hassling out haggard puffs of air in his exhaustion.

You crumpled atop him; you clung to his neck and shoulders. You buried your nose in the crook of his cool neck. You whimpered, whispering.

“Stay here. Just today. Don’t go. Don’t leave.”

You wouldn’t see it, but Shriv’s browridge knitted. He shifted to pet your head, his reedy fingers sweeping back a few wisps of your silken hair.

His words came out gravelly, his voice lacquered with an air of earnest, “Fullua, you know I have t-”

“No!” you belted out, clinging harder to him. He wrapped his arms around your upper body and cradled you against his chest. He thought it over before responding. Maybe there was some way he could make it work, though he would have to reorganize his schedule and explain himself.

“All right. Just today,” he confirmed, though sternly, yet he was still worried for you, his intonations giving away his deep unease.

Your head rose; you kissed him zealously. He managed to smirk against your soft lips, though when you pulled away his voice held a modicum of sass.

“Just caan’t get enough of me, caan you?” he feigned exasperated.

You could have retorted just as audaciously if you had wanted to, fallen into his mode of joking. Instead, you cupped his clear-cut mandible, grazing your fingers across his bristly chin.

“No, I can’t.”

Shriv nearly choked on his own spit. He hadn’t expected such an honest, forthright reply. He thought you might poke or prod at him at his expense like you always did, though his heart welled with a buzzing slew of happy chords and sentiments.

“Wait right here,” he commanded lightly.

He left you there for several minutes; you heard noises from your little kitchenette. He had brewed a cup of caf, toasted some bread to coat with jam, and offered you sliced pear and starfruit.

You took it from him; he snuggled back up into you. He shared a piece of fruit from off your plate and activated the holoprojector that sat across from you. He grinned like a giddy child.

“I used to love watching cartoonss in the morning – always made me feel better when I waas down.”

He stopped to study you, the simple act of you nibbling your piece of fruit. His grin softened until it became a smile. He faintly kissed your forehead and you instantly felt relaxed.

“But I’ll never love anything as much as I love you,” he finished, leaving you melting and your heart ready to burst.

The Duros knew just how to placate you, and for that you were quite thankful. Even if it turned out to be nothing, even if it was all a dream... for him to humor you, or to take you seriously, whatever this might be - it meant his words rang true, and you loved him, too.

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[dukeoftheblackstar]

@sinisterexaggerator It's beyond 'like'!!!! I love it! Love, love love!

Deffo into hand play. Eye-contact while removing them? And him being a respectfully, cocky bastard? Damn. Him realizing it's turning reader on? Bliss. That slight shift of power cause now he knows it drives reader insane? D E L I S H !!!

And yes! The kiss had me like:

But him standing ground and stopping one of his crew from helping is very, very, hot? Man of his word. Knows who to cross and not to? Also, I know get the Plo x Hondo art I shared like some month or two ago? I get it. Totes. Not my cup of tea but Plo was giving off tired old man energy and Hondo is be giving 'Never Gonna Get Old' old man vibes.

Yes, please. Maybe a last hurrah and goodbye?! XD

Praying for some ungloved Shriv fingers for you, my friend xD

Hondo Ohnaka Headcanons - NSFW 18+

Hondo is all about consent, however he is not above buying you a drink or two to make you feel more at ease or receptive to his advances, though he would never endeavor to get you so drunk that you lose your ability to make choices for yourself. But, if you offer him a proposition it is unlikely he will refuse, no matter what state you are in. Of course, he might inquire “if you are sure.”

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