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99tech99 · 6 months ago

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PRESENTING MY FIRST FANFIC/SMUT PIECE!!

guys, i am so excited about this!! it is sooo self indulgent but im really proud of how it turned out.

it was inspired by this picture and the thot of biting off krennic’s glove so he can finger fuck you at his desk.

my friend told me i was unhinged to be jealous of an inanimate object, but o well 😅

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI GO AWAY, super self indulgent sorry not sorry, finger fucking, p in v, unprotected sex, age gap, a little bit of degradation, a little bit of possession, a hint of voyeurism at the end

like i said, this is my first attempt at this, so i would be very thankful for any and all types of feedback!

1.9k words under cut!

Krennic was getting annoyed with you, but it was hardly your fault. He had promised he would leave the office four hours ago and it was now three hours past your dinner reservation, yet he showed no sign that he was finished handling the day’s business. You could always give up on the evening, retire to your quarters, and hang up the exquisite gown you purchased for the occasion. But his all-consuming work with Stardust had kept Krennic away from the capital for months. There was no way you would voluntarily remove him from your sight.

And so you stayed, making yourself at home in the luxurious sitting area of Krennic’s office, getting ahead on your own work for the next week, replying to comms, and sifting through through the Imperial files Krennic had sent you that he thought would be of interest to you in your role as Senator of Kuat.

But you had finished that an hour ago. You had sighed and paced and poured yourself a drink and watched the sun sink below the Coruscant skyline as the city planet came alive with the night. You threw yourself down petulantly on the chaise lounge with yet another exasperated sigh. A clearing of his throat alerted you that your behavior was wearing thin on Krennic’s patience.

You studied the man before you. Even being in the same room with Krennic was intoxicating. Highly intelligent, unmatched aspiration, sharp wit, electric blue eyes, silver hair…even the way he took that silly Imperial cape so seriously. Yes, he did have a temper and dealt ruthlessly with his enemies, but Stardust was indispensable to the fate of the galaxy. Half measures could hardly be tolerated.

It was no wonder you had fallen for him. All in all, Director Orson Krennic was undeniably one of the most desirable men in the galaxy. And he was the only one for you.

You could take it no longer.

You headed straight to Krennic’s desk, and leaning against it, crossed your arms and scowled down at him. At long last his concentration broke and he glanced up at you with an eyebrow raised and a most dissatisfied glare on his face.

“Well?” you demanded.

He held your gaze for a moment longer. He gave no response but sighed heavily and returned his attention to his datapad and holofiles.

Anyone else in the galaxy might have withered at his reaction, but you weren’t anyone in the galaxy.

Smiling to yourself, you took his left hand off the desk and brought to your face. Krennic didn’t react, but continued to peruse his files as though you weren’t even there. You inhaled the scent of leather and briefly nuzzled your cheek into the soft material. Slowly, you brought your mouth down onto his thumb, swirling your tongue around the digit and down onto his palm before grazing gently up with your teeth, pulling his thumb it out of your mouth with a soft pop.

You gave him a covert sidelong glance. Krennic had almost imperceptibly shifted his position in his chair, but otherwise he was working as diligently as before. Absolutely aware of the effect you were having on him, you smirked internally. You bit the tip of the glove and began to work it off his thumb with your teeth. You did the same with his index finger, and middle finger, making your way down his hand until his hand was bare. You let the glove drop from your mouth to the floor.

You placed yourself on the edge of Krennic’s desk as he continued to type a memo with his right hand. Taking advantage of your gown’s high slit you spread your thighs and guided Krennic’s fingers into your slick folds.

At long last he reacted. By gods how this man knew your body. Slowly and methodically he curled his index and middle fingers inside you, reaching the very spot he knew you craved most. You angled your hips upward, willing him to reach deeper still. You fought to keep your breathing steady as he increased his pace and pressure inside you. The sound of Krennic’s fingers sliding in and out of your wet cunt echoed through the silent office. Your breaths were shallow and uneven now. The challenge of trying to remain quiet while Krennic was composing a memo somehow only made you wetter.

You gasped as his thumb made contact with your clit. You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out. As his thumb continued to trace circles over your bud you felt a heat rising in your core. You closed your eyes and tried to keep yourself from cumming too quickly. You wanted to savor this pleasure but you were close, so close…

Suddenly he withdrew his fingers. You whined in protest at the emptiness. Your eyes snapped open to see Krennic standing in front of you.

“Well, my dear, you certainly have been disruptive this evening,” he said in a severe tone.

“I’ve said exactly one word,” you replied icily, trying to catch your breath. “Now that you’re finished ignoring me, am I to assume you’re done with work?”

Krennic looked down at his left hand.

“It would hardly seem I’ve ignored you.” He looked back at you and brought fingers to his mouth to clean them of your juices.

“However, there is one matter left I have left to attend to.”

Before you could open your mouth to protest he had pulled you into a fierce kiss. You opened your mouth and tasted yourself on his tongue. The bulge of erection pressed against you. Krennic tugged the straps of your gown over your shoulders exposing your tits. Krennic took one of your breasts in his mouth and the other in his hand. You shuddered as his tongue and fingers played over your nipples. You shrugged off the dress entirely, letting it pool on the floor at your feet.

“Oh I missed you,” you sighed.

Your hands groped for his belt and fumbled with the fastenings of his pants. You felt his erection become even more rigid under your touch. You ran your hand up and down his length with all the firm pressure you knew he could take.

Krennic took half a step back to drink in the sight of you, naked and yearning before him. “Oh, you’re beautiful,” Krennic murmured. You grabbed him by the shoulders of that ridiculous cape of his, pulling his lips to back to yours. Your kisses became sloppy and needy. He unbuttoned his tunic as you continued to kiss his mouth, jaw, neck, anywhere your lips could reach. “Fuck me,” you demanded.

He chucked softly. “Fuck you what?”

“Fuck me now!” you insisted.

“No…” He teased your clit with the tip of his cock which already dripping with precum. “Orson, please” you whimpered.

Any restraint he had earlier in the evening was gone at the sound of his name tumbling from your lips. You inhaled sharply as he sank his cock into you. “Always so tight for me,” he moaned. Aroused as you were, you needed a moment to adjust to his girth, but he didn’t give you a moment. With his hands holding firmly around your hips, he groaned with each rapid thrust into your pussy.

You placed your hands on the edge of the desk to brace yourself. The pain of the stretch quickly gave way to the ecstasy of how perfectly he filled you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you arched your back and tilted your hips so Krennic’s cock hit your most sensitive spot with every thrust.

“What a display,” Krennic smirked as his eyes traveled down your body from your tits to his dick inside you. “The little Senator whoring herself out to the Imperial Director.”

“Don’t act so superior,” you countered breathlessly. “You’re the one coming halfway across the galaxy for my pussy.”

He leaned forward and nipped your earlobe. “Mmm, not cumming yet darling.”

He continued to pound his dick into your dripping wet heat. He fully laid you down onto his desk and leaned into you. The last vestiges of your composure were slipping. You wound your fingers through his hair and bit down on his shoulder, wondering how much longer you could keep whatever semblance of quiet you were maintaining.

“Go on,” Krennic instructed as though reading your mind. “There won’t be anyone in the corridor to hear you. And if there is,” he smiled triumphantly, “I want them to know what I do to you.”

Your cries quickly became louder and more desperate. “Orson, I’m so close” you gasped.

His pace never slackened. “I know exactly how close you are,” he managed to pant. “And why is that?”

“I’m yours.”

“What’s mine?” he promoted.

“My cunt.”

“Mhmm, my cunt,” he affirmed. His thumb found your clit again, applying a steady circular pressure.

That was all it took to push you over the edge. Your walls contracted around his thick cock as the waves of your orgasm washed over you, leaving you gasping for breath.

Krennic groaned at the added stimulation as you came, but never broke his pace. In the afterglow of your orgasm, you felt yourself getting overstimulated. You squirmed under his thumb. “Too much” you choked.

“My cunt,” Krennic repeated. “I’m done with you when I am done.”

You felt yourself growing lightheaded as another orgasm threatened to overtake you. Krennic’s breathing was ragged as his technique became sloppier.

“Cum for me,” you begged.

On principle he resisted, trying to hold back, but you knew him too well to let him get away with that.

“Orson, cum with me.”

Almost instantly you felt his release at the same time your orgasm ripped through your body. Your cries and his intermingled as he continued to fuck you through your high. He gave a few last thrusts as your body became limp.

He planted a tender kiss on your forehead, an affection he rarely bestowed. “You are kriffing magnificent,” he said as he straightened up.

“So you did miss me,” you teased. “It was difficult to tell.”

Krennic smiled wistfully as he helped you get unsteadily to your feet. “And I’ll be missing you again much too soon. Tarkin has summoned me to Jedha on the next rotation. Saw and his rebels must be made an example of.”

The dismay you felt at the news Krennic was leaving almost immediately was quickly replaced by excitement.

“Are you testing —”

“I can’t say,” he interrupted.

Your face shone with anticipation. “You will,” you assured him. “And it will be a rousing triumph. Tarkin, Thrawn, anyone who ever doubted Stardust will put to shame in the midst of your achievement.”

“Thank you darling. But until tomorrow I just need to focus on you. Come home with me and let’s have a repeat performance.”

You slipped your gown back on and Krennic reassembled his uniform.

The two of you made your way to the office door. When it opened you were both face to face with Brierly Ronan who had clearly been trying to eavesdrop. You fought back a laugh.

“Assistant Director Ronan,” you exclaimed brightly. “Late evening for you?” He glared daggers at you.

“Director, I —” he began.

“Not now, Ronan. You can see I am otherwise engaged. Or perhaps you heard?”

Ronan flushed.

“We can speak on the way to the rendezvous with Tarkin. Good night,” said Krennic dismissively.

With that you pulled Krennic by the hand toward the turbolifts. Only then did you realize his left hand was without a glove. You held up his hand.

“Missing something?” you asked with a coy smile.

He quickly pressed the back of your hand to his lips. “Well worth it, my dear.”

thank you for reading!!!

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empresskrennic · 4 months ago

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♟️👑 Empress x Krennic

The new Empress loves playing 'games,' but she's beat everyone in the galaxy. But when she steps onto the Stardust 3 station, she finally meets her match...

NOTES: Krennic did not die on Scarif. I take liberties with canon in support of a better story.

STAR WARS • Director Orson Krennic • Female Emperor THEMES: Power Imbalance, Playing Games, Exhibitionism SPICE LEVEL: Ramps up from 🔥 to 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 -Spice level is annotated per chapter-

🚫 18+, MINORS DNI

Chapter 1: Kiss the Gauntlet 🔥

When my boot crossed the edge of the Delta shuttle’s ramp and softly kissed the docking bay, a thousand stormtroopers in crisp lines of pure white snapped to attention.

Echoing in a singular clap, the sound was as clean and impressive as the station itself. Idly, I compared my glistening boot and the polished lines of the decking, wondering who had expended more effort in preparing for my arrival: Krennic, who had obviously thrown down all his chips in the hope of winning my favor…or me.

My pause was not unnoticed. I could feel the annoyance running hot in the veins of my assistants, who stood six respectful steps behind me, waiting warily for my next move and knowing they could not predict it.

I cracked an affectionate half-smile at my boot.

Their thoughts always betrayed them. I threw them off balance. Kept them wondering, never able to calibrate accurately to their Empress’s actions. I admit it, I deliberately deceived them; but in my defense, it was a great strategic game. Tons of fun.

And it was my hallmark, my callsign. Surprising, unnerving, seemingly unnecessary actions I threw my entire authority behind, threatening (and sometimes doling out) demotions or transfers to Hoth for the warm-blooded and Tatooine for those who preferred cold. I’m not mean or crazy. And I’m certainly not a psychopath, like that one-dimensional genius Palpatine.But seriously…if the Empress of the Galactic Empire wants to shine her own boots, she shouldn’t have to shoo her assistants away more than once.

But unfortunately…no, not unfortunately. It’s actually sweet. Just annoying…I had a kind of magnetism that attracted people who wanted to care for me, to protect me like some kind of incontinent grandma.

Or incontinent Grand Moff.

I chuckled to myself at the joke, eyes still studying the shiny boot tip touching the equally shiny docking bay, internally betting on who would try to get my attention first: would the stormtroopers shift uncomfortably, or would my assistants clear their throats?

They cared for me. Truly, I knew. Mentally, I forced myself to acknowledge it, to appreciate it, like a rich kid who really likes steak but is served world-class chicken instead. But I couldn’t shake the fact that I hated it. The gentle cronyism chafed like a left-handed blaster bolt in a plasma coupling.

I liked a good fight. But it felt like the galaxy had been drained of worthy opponents after the war. I hoped my successes on the Cat, the ISD Catastrophe, weren’t the cause. It very well could have been because I did so well that they made me Empress after Palpatine’s unfortunate accident that I definitely had nothing to do with.

Rustling brought my gaze up from my boot. Not my assistants; no, the sound came from straight ahead, down the middle of the stormtrooper gauntlet. All at once, my assistants’ annoyance suddenly ran ice cold.

A swath of fluttering cape in a creamy white just barely offset from the stormtroopers’ stark white—deliberately chosen to be maddening, I observed with cautiously sprouting glee—announced his arrival. The cape was so bloody interesting I stood inelegantly still with one foot forward, frozen as I drank in the fluid dynamics of his chosen game piece.

When he drew near, I tore my attention from his magnificently strategic fashion choice and stepped down, waiting for him to come to me. His body was hard and lean, his gait long and aggressive—no, get it together—and his uniform was the same rebellious cream white as his cape. His boots were as shiny as mine.

His tan face was stoic, with narrow, pouty lips and a heavy brow. The creases in his skin were created by deep concentration and study rather than humor, anger, or anxiety. His hair was a confusing tapestry of pale shades, from silver-gray to wheat blonde. Mesmerizing. Made for combing with fingers—

His eyes were the only part of him he could not strategically select for this game. They were authentic, ice blue, and bearing down on me with an equal level of assessment. But there was complexity there I couldn’t identify.

I tasted his feelings. Trepidation. Determination.

A glimmer of desire—quickly quashed.

He didn’t yet know it, but he’d just made the first move on my board.

Or did he?

“Finally,” I murmured quietly as he stepped into my personal space. He locked his lean body into a snappy, flawless salute.

But then his hand twitched.

Nearly flawless.

That was unexpected.

Our eyes locked.

It had been deliberate.

Something old and cold and cynical melted in me.

Delicious.

As he took me in for the first time in person, not in a holo, something changed in the subtle expression of his eyes, morphing into something hard and analytical. It looked good on him. I found myself ejected from my comfortable home arena and floating in his…lost, marveling, and waiting for his large, black-gloved hands to reach down from the heavens and save me from the stars.

Was I attracted to the man, or to his game?

I lost my own internal bet as I cleared my throat, regaining my attention and composure. “Director,” I said simply, offering him room for an opening gambit. Most couldn’t resist the opportunity to speak at length to the Empress. Paired with my Force sensitivity, it always telegraphed their intention and methods and made for easy conquest.

But this time, I couldn’t shake the feeling I had already lost the advantage.

I felt a flash of undefined heat…passion? What kind?... from him, then his mind closed. Either he is sensitive also, or he is in complete control of himself. Disciplined.

The latter thrilled me.

“My Empress,” Krennic said gravely, lowering his salute. His accent tasted like caramel, gritty with sea salt. A subtle emphasis on the first word shot me further out of my carefully cultivated, stable orbit and I lost control for the first time in a long time.

Electric warmth shot through my body from deep within as I gazed into the depths of his blue eyes. I sucked in a breath, my lips parting at the intensity of my sudden desire.

His focus flicked quickly to my mouth. Creases formed at the corners of his eyes. Relief? No. Satisfaction. The bastard was holding in a laugh of triumph.

That did it. Silently, I cursed and imagined slapping myself.

It was my move now. I lifted my chin.

Blowing out my breath, I paused, then held out my hand, wrist limp, palm down.

Kiss it.

It was an ancient custom that had never been observed in the Empire because who would want to kiss Palpatine’s wrinkly old fist? I’d never bothered to demand such indulgent genuflection. Until right now.

Between two master players, it was a hell of a gauntlet to throw.

Undecipherable thunder tore across his face. Then the mass of onlooking stormtroopers, the entire Stardust 3 project, and the galaxy itself faded to inconsequence as Director Krennic knelt in a grand billowing of cape, gently took my hand in his gloved hands, and pressed his soft, warm lips to my skin.

The texture of his carefully combed blonde-gray hair bent over my hand made the moment too intimate. He was too close, we were touching too much. I itched to run my fingers through it, to separate the layers, to understand him and the way he played the game.

Instead, my fingers closed around his, and I felt his clench in response. No emotions. Controlled.

But his breath betrayed…something. It was hot and quick, and I felt his lips move subtly. He stayed there far too long. Either he was taking his time, getting the measure of me to learn my weaknesses, or he had…other aspirations.

Maybe both.

His kiss felt like a promise, felt like a threat. It felt like a cheat code and a decisive defeat. It was beseeching and hungry. It was overwhelmingly everything, possibilities without probabilities.

Anticipation warmed my chest as his unreadable face lifted, his Hoth-ice eyes drilling into mine from beneath the shadow of his heavy brow. I blinked slowly, unable to tear my gaze away, unwilling to flinch first.

A promise, I decided.

But of what?

I could not wait to play Krennic’s game.

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writersglock · 20 days ago

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The Chimaera Chronicles. 1BBY. Issue 29

Good day. This is Assistant Director Ronan. Commander Hammerly is still unavailable at the present moment, so she has roped me into writing a column for this, newsletter?

Alright then. she did advise me on a few topics of interest, but I have something much more riveting, I will tell you about Director Krennic, my superior.

Ah, where do I start? He's a man of great intelligence, fortitude, and steadfastness. Loyal reader, I could go on. I often believe that the director is the most enigmatic Imperial in the entire Empire.

Unlike Grand Admiral Thrawn, I mean, I understand why he inspires loyalty in his officers, his understanding when one makes mistakes, and so forth, but that is not how an admiral of the navy should act.

voice recorder function activated:

"Captain Pellaeon, are you quite alright?"

"Oh, maker above, Assistant Director. Have you seen a mouse droid whizzing past in the last few minutes - blasted thing has my code cylinders!"

"I'm afraid not, I've been remanded by Commander Hammerly to write a column for her newsletter - has this been recording the entire time? Heavens I must have pressed the button by accident.

Voice recorder function deactivated.

Apologies, loyal readers, that conversation took longer than expected, too long, in fact. I must return to the bridge, I have a job to do after all, I don't just wander around like a headless swamp rat - as some have said...

Yours sincerely, Assistant Director Ronan.

#grand admiral thrawn #thrawn #brierly ronan #fanfic #star wars #commander hammerly #captain Pellaeon #the Chimaera chronicles #director krennic

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yel-ashaya · 1 year ago

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Chapter 11 of my Krennic / OFC fic Wonderland is out now!

In this chapter, Ophelia embarks on her mission as Krennic’s double agent infiltrating a Rebel ring on Tatooine.

Read it here on ff.net and here on AO3.

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raevulsix · 11 months ago

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

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

#star wars #star wars fanart #starwars #tbb #procreate #thrawn fanart #thrawn comic #star wars thrawn #director krennic #orson krennic #comic art #my art #Nahoney22 #thrawn x reader #thrawn #fandom friends #grand admiral thrawn

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r0b0tb0y · 2 years ago

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directors cut for 1 rogue street?

fanfic writer director's cut meme

ROGUE STREET MY BELOVED

Here are scattered thoughts and a piece of 2 Scarif Street to see if posting part of the draft revs me into filling out the rest of the sequel:

One thing I've been really happy about is that three headcanons of mine came true in Andor: he lives in a vehicle, has a good relationship with his adoptive mother, and works in engineering.

Interestingly, I hadn't finished House of Leaves when I wrote Rogue Street, so the distorting staircase was a coincidence (but it was kind of clear that was where HoL was going)

Because the Yonder is shaped by human belief, Kay looks like a stereotypical demon because Cassian grew up with Doom and Gwar and D&D. This gets mentioned in 2 Scarif Street because exorcist Din Djarin thinks it's hilarious.

Krennic is Australian and I tried to show it by making him as annoying as possible

The choices of when they go to Tesco and Sainsburys were absolutely intentional and narratively significant

Maple pecan praline latte really is my favourite Starbucks order

The house's Fucked Locus that functions as a cylinder of negative energy from the basement to the top floor is based on a really unlucky spot in the construction site opposite my old apartment where multiple accidents such as fires, collapses, misapplication of concrete, and dropping stuff all happened in a 2m-diameter area on different levels.

Chewie is Han's watcher demon, but he's a dog, since the movie Chewie was based on Lucas' real dog.

Cassian's paramour in That Other Time is fancast in my head as José Maria Yazpik, since he and Luna have worked together lots and have great chemistry.

I once had someone say they wanted more description of the interior design, which I totally concur on but I don't have a huge design vocabulary. I grew up in a hideous Edwardian house (complete with shrieking creatures in the walls and doors that opened by themselves) so Rogue Street has some elements of that, like the crown moulding, ceiling roses, patterned glass, dark wood panels. I think Galen had the living areas painted and carpeted in cool grey Nordic fashion, since that's his palette in Rogue One.

HERE HAVE SOME EXPOSITIONY DIALOGUE SEQUEL DRAFT (also be warned it talks about religious homophobia):

‘You know, I had an exorcism once,’ Cassian said.

Din winced. ‘How’d that go?’

Cassian nodded in Kay’s direction. So, not very effective.

‘Catholics?’ Din asked.

‘Yeah,’ Cassian’s tone was mild.

‘Must have been a long time ago.’

‘You can see that through the beskar?’ Cassian raised an eyebrow.

’No, you’re just…’ Din waved a vague hand. ‘You seem okay. The way you talk about it.’

‘If you thought he’d be scarred by the experience, why did you ask?’ Kay spoke from further ahead.

‘He brought it up,’ Din pointed out.

‘It’s okay,’ Cassian shrugged, despite the skeptical look Kay gave him. ‘I mean, it’s okay now. I was thirteen.’

‘Your family realised you had a demon?’ Din guessed.

‘No, my family thought I had trauma,’ Cassian rolled his eyes.

‘Which you did,’ Kay added.

‘Yeah, but it was my teachers who called the priest.’

‘Which didn’t work,’ Kay said.

‘It worked on the other boy,’ Cassian muttered.

‘He wasn’t possessed,’ Kay said. ‘He was queer, and probably still is.’

There wasn’t room to get a word in between them—not that Din had much to add.

‘Does it ever work?’ Cassian directed this question at Din.

‘Not on queers: we’re immune,’ Din said, and Cassian laughed. Din frowned at himself: what was he trying to prove? Cassian was spoken for, and the Watcher was a dealbreaker. Maybe some way to assure them he wasn’t a total outsider.

‘On demons, it can work,’ Din kept his mouth talking. ‘What did it feel like to you?’

Kay tilted his head. ‘Like people shouting at my charge. The incense tickled.’

Din nodded. 'A lot of it is showmanship and browbeating the victim into compliance, but if there’s a sensitive priest and a real possession, it can work.’

‘So the Catholicism is auxiliary,’ Kay drawled.

Din sighed. ‘It’s a ritual. Religion amplifies the intent, some of the techniques… but a real professional can lorem ipsum their way through an exorcism.’

‘You’re not making a good case for yourself, you know,’ Cassian said.

‘We’ve been going down these stairs for ten minutes,’ Din muttered. ‘You notice how nothing has attacked us?’

Cassian looked at Kay: he did that a lot. There wasn’t an increase in psychic interference when they communicated this way: it seemed to be mundane codependence.

‘Beskar?’ Cassian asked Din.

‘And professionalism,’ Din quipped.

#ask memes #1 rogue street #2 scarif street

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enaelyork · 1 year ago

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Maybe i’m thinking about it 👉👈

ANYONE still writing Krennic?

#fanfic writing #director krennic #krennic #orson krennic #krennicishot #ask me stuff #askopen #star wars

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enaelyork · 1 year ago

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Daddy Krennic Headcanon [Tarkin's daughter reader]

Taglist: @starlady66, @fenharel-enaste, @moff-times, @alotofrandomfangirling

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- "Let's be clear, we will never call our son Wilhuff" was his first reaction to the announcement of your child's gender.

- A few months later, Wilhuff was born. It was an excellent compromise to prevent his grandfather from drowning him at birth, because his grandson bears the name Krennic. (And also because Orson can't deny you ANYTHING - even if he claims otherwise).

-Before he was a father, Orson Krennic was a ruthless man. Ready to do anything for his own success and social advancement. Today it's exactly the same, but he includes the success of his children in his objectives, which makes him all the more dreadfull. They don't have to worry about their future.

-But he will never tell them. Because Orson is a demanding man with everyone. With them in particular. Coming from a modest background, he refuses that his children imagine that everything is acquired with ease.

-Does that prevent him from showering them with gifts? Of course not. You have had to restrain your husband several times on this subject. But nothing is perfect enough for them. Nothing is beautiful enough, nothing is refined enough.

-From your pregnancy he tried to make everything perfect: better doctor, better hospital, better care. Nothing is too good for you and your children. He will also be very involved in their education, choose the best school, the best nurse. There is no financial limit to their need.

- His work is and always will be one of his top priorities. But no one should rely on Director Krennic on back-to-school day, graduation, or the end-of-year show. He will always be there to encourage his children, no matter what he has to put aside for that.

-Although he made a commitment with himself to leave his children to fend for themselves as much as possible. And that is what he will apparently do. He would not hesitate for a second to intervene discreetly if someone were to attack them. A little routine check at the home of an overly belligerent comrade, it happened quickly...

- He can also count on their grandfather for support. What makes an alliance almost unexpected.

-You also surprised them one evening in the middle of a discussion on a strategy to intimidate Théodore's parents after the latter jostled Wilhuff in the playground.

-He sometimes gets annoyed by your levity. Especially when you laugh at your children's nonsense while he advocates severity...

- Well ok, he is absolutely not credible when he reprimands you with a smile on his lips, amused by the big innocent eyes of your child caught in the act.

- Seeing him asleep on the sofa cradling your child, a file in the other hand is the most touching image you have seen in your life. (The photo is on your datapad, but he doesn't know it yet).

-Galen Erso may be the godfather of your eldest son.

-It is also possible that the latter does not get along at all with Jyn.

-It is possible that you and Lyra made bets on a potential marriage between your children.

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fenharel-enaste · 1 year ago

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Lace & Leather || Sugar Daddy!Orson Krennic x fem!Reader

Rating: +18 (smut)

Word count: 3k

Content/Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, Dom/sub dynamics, soft Dom!Krennic, Sugar Daddy/baby dynamics, some daddy kink, power imbalance, mild possessive behaviour, slight degradation, cock warming, oral sex (male receiving), alcohol consumption, praise kink (lots of this hgdhad), uniform kink, boot play (is that the name???). Let me know if I left anything out, please.

Notes: This is just a very self indulgent fic don't look at me hfhsdbc Thirsting over older men hours

It’s also on AO3!

As director Krennic's sugar baby, there was nothing in the galaxy that he couldn't provide for you, if you asked nicely. You only had to do one thing in return...

The agreement you had with director Krennic was simple. You didn't have to do anything really, just enjoy whatever activities you wanted to do. Learning, developing new skills, relaxing in the huge bathtub, taking care of yourself, enjoying all the luxuries the director could provide. He spared no expense to make you completely comfortable and satisfied in that magnificent station. You could have anything you wished for as long as you were there, you had only one single duty in return for it all.

You received the usual message that Orson was about to finish his day's work. As the man in charge of the greatest project the Empire had ever undertaken, the stakes were high, very high. His days were long and demanding in comparison to yours, so how could you not agree with your part of the deal?

You picked out one of the last sets of lingerie he'd bought for you, a white lacy one, so very revealing yet elegant and sophisticated. You shuddered when you remembered his eyes darkening when he saw you trying it in front of him for the first time, having to maintain composure in that expensive boutique until you arrived at his flat in Coruscant, where he unleashed on you all that lust he'd been hiding for hours.

You prepared yourself and stood facing the front door of the luxurious accommodations reserved for the station director, taking up the position he required of you. On your knees, hands on your thighs and head down, eyes fixed on your hands. Those were your only instructions once you received that message.

And waiting.

The rest would be up to him.

Sometimes he would arrive and simply want to relax with you on the couch or on the bed, or he would prepare the bathtub, where you always loved to wash and massage his body after a tough day. Other times he would simply use you, turning you over on the nearest surface and fucking you with little warning or time to adjust to him. That's why there was another rule you would have to follow. Making sure you were wet and ready for him at all times.

Not that you found it difficult, especially when you were on your knees, as you were now, with only silence all around you that would only be disrupted by the sound of his boots approaching from behind the door. The anticipation of not knowing which version of Krennic you were about to meet that night helped to gather between your legs the wetness he expected. Just for him.

When you heard the door slide open, you didn't look up, but you knew it was him. You could sense the smile of approval on his face, confirmed by the way he stroked your hair with his hand as he passed you, as if you were a precious pet of his waiting faithfully for its owner to come home. And in a way, that was the case.

You only allowed yourself to look up when he returned seconds later and squatted down in front of you, lifting your chin to make you look into his tired, but deep and caring blue eyes. He brought his face closer, pressing his lips to your forehead in a tender kiss. You let yourself get lost in his scent, he always smelled so intoxicatingly good.

His lips were still on your forehead when you heard a soft click under your chin. It was the leash that matched the collar around your neck, the leash you were not allowed to touch under any circumstances, that was only for Krennic to do. He always carried it with him. The collar, on the other hand, you always had to wear, whether at home or in public. It was a beautiful collar, made especially for you with the best quality materials. The leather around it was smooth and the inside was covered with fur, soft enough so it wouldn't hurt you from wearing it all day long. On the front, small diamonds formed the initials O.K. A reminder to you, and anyone you crossed paths with at the station, of who you belonged to.

“Have you been a good girl today?” He asked, stroking your cheek with his index finger still covered by his leather glove.

“Yes, Daddy.” It was an instinctive but sincere response.

He smiled contentedly at your response and rose to his feet again, tugging gently on the leash for you to follow him, crawling behind him to the plush black couch in the centre of the large room. As usual, you waited on your knees in silence for his command as you watched him pour a drink into his glass. Then, he sank down on the sofa, letting out a deep sigh.

“Let’s do some inspection first, shall we?” He wasn't really asking you; it was the first thing he did when he saw you when the day was over. Always. Without protest, you parted your legs and Orson leaned forward, full glass in one hand as he pushed your panties aside with the other. His eyes were locked on yours when you felt his leather-covered finger play around your entrance, coating it with your fluids before slipping it inside you. You bit your lip in arousal, unable to stop your whining sounds. Your hips moved involuntarily against his hand, but you froze when he gave you that stern look of his.

He withdrew his finger moments later to examine the slippery, sticky fluid you had left on his glove. “Good girl, always soaking and ready for me, aren’t you?” He praised you before brushing his soaked finger against your lips, which you parted to welcome it into your mouth. The taste of leather and your own fluids mingled on your tongue. You moaned around it, making a lewd sound that Krennic could feel in his crotch.

"Care helping Daddy with his belt, my dear?" You knew the meaning behind those words, and you could feel yourself salivating in anticipation. You unbuckled his belt, fighting the urge to rush, but Krennic didn't like rushing, not when instead he could observe your every gesture, your every glance, your body's every reaction to his words and his touch, how your pupils dilated and your cheeks flushed with every praise and every unseemly thing he asked you to do.

You released his semi-erect member, you didn't have to wait for instructions, you knew what was demanded of you. You took his shaft in your hand and stroke it a few times, slowly, as you knew he liked it. You watched him as he took a sip from his drink. Fuck, he looked incredibly attractive like that, so imposing in his full uniform, you felt like you were meant to be there, knelt before him. You ran your tongue flat against the tip of his cock and you watched him close his eyes and sigh heavily at the warmth of your tongue. You licked his length a few more times before taking it into your mouth, caressing it with your tongue, bobbing your head as you took him further and further, feeling his cock twitch and harden in your mouth.

"That's it, slowly... just like that... good girl." He tugged on the leash the moment he felt his tip touching the back of your throat. Stay there. That’s what it meant. And you held that position, using only your tongue to bring him pleasure as you struggled not to gag. Seeing you making such efforts to please him was even more arousing for him than any other thing. The station employees obeyed him because they told to or because they feared him, you obeyed because you craved it. The depraved things you were willing to do for him, the way you looked at him with doe eyes as you tried your best to take him whole into your mouth.

How could he resist testing you some more?

You felt him move his leg underneath you, followed by an unexpected pressure between your legs that made you jolt. The tip of his boot was now brushing against your clit through the delicate fabric of your lingerie as your whines and moans were muffled by his cock deep in your mouth. The prospect of a reward for good behaviour encouraged you to hold the position despite the tears building up in your eyes and the urge to buck your hips for more friction.

The director laid back on the sofa and watched the little show while enjoying his drink, he wished he could have you like this, moaning and struggling around his cock for hours. He was aware you were focusing your mind on not cumming, you already knew he wouldn’t be pleased if you came without permission. However, he took pity on you after a few minutes, bringing a hand to your hair to run his fingers through it and gently tugged on it to release you and let your beathing come back to normal.

“My poor girl, you’re so needy, aren’t you?” You cheeks were so flushed because of the effort he found you so adorable at that moment. His gloved hand cupped your face, brushing away your tears as he spoke. “But you did such a good job, my little one. You may keep rubbing yourself against me, I’ll even let you cum whenever you’re ready...”

Your eyes filled with gratitude when you heard his words. “Oh stars, thank you, sir.” And the next thing you knew you were clinging to his leg with your forehead resting on his thigh, panting and moaning against him as you rode his boot. How humiliating would it be if someone saw you in that state? Kneeling in front of a man of his position, rubbing against his leg like a bitch in heat? The thought only made the pressure in your belly build up even faster. Noticing how close you were, Krennic moved your hair aside so he could appreciate your flushed face as you pursued an orgasm that didn't take long to come.

“There you are... cum for me babygirl, let me hear those needy cries of yours.” And that was all, you knew you couldn’t have kept yourself from cumming even if you wanted. You gripped his leg tightly as your vision blurred and you rode your orgasm, crying loudly. The lace of your underwear was so thin you could almost feel the leather directly against your mound, so you moved your hips erratically against his leg to seek more and more pleasure until you could find it no more.

You rested your clouded head on his knee to catch your breath. Krennic leaned forward to place the empty glass on the small table in front of the couch. He must have finished his drink while you were immersed in your own pleasure. When he judged you'd had enough rest, he withdrew his foot from below you and made a disapproving sound when he saw it.

“Oh look at that, little one...” You looked down at his boot to see a white, slick stain. You hadn't noticed your own fluids had leaked through your lingerie; but you were dripping wet, there was no way you could've helped it!

“I’m... I’m sorry, Daddy... I’ll be more careful next time...” That was all you managed to say, unable to look him in the eye, but the director lifted your chin to meet your eyes warmly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart, don’t you worry about that. However, what do we do when we make a mess, my dear?” You didn't reply, he never wanted you to reply, only to do what you had to do. Eager to please him once more, you brought your head to the level of his boot and stuck out your tongue to slide it slowly over it, licking and collecting your fluids. You didn't know which felt more humiliating, rubbing against his leg until cumming as you had done, or that. But you didn't care, in fact, you were already starting to feel the familiar tingle between your legs again, making you squeeze your thighs together.

When you were sure you had left no trace of your slick behind, you sat back up to wait for Krennic's reaction. He seemed genuinely pleased with your work.

“Well done, my baby. Now, come here...” He helped you off the floor onto his lap, your legs on either side of his thighs, and he tugged the leash to pull you closer to him and kiss you. His tongue in your mouth tasted like the expensive liquor he had just finished; it tasted so fucking delightful your mind felt foggy once again and you couldn’t do anything but deepen the kiss. Without parting his lips from yours, he took off his gloves and put them aside on the couch. Now his warm hands roamed your arms and back so gently, lingering on each of his favourite parts of your body. You always felt so safe in his arms you wished you could stay like that forever.

Krennic only broke the kiss to leave more kisses, on your cheeks, on your jaw, on your neck... His hands moved to your breasts to fondle them, hardening your nipples above your bra with his thumbs. As much as he was enamoured of your bare body, some of the lingerie sets you sometimes wore for him begged to stay on your body, so delicate in comparison to the way he liked to treat you at times. The contrast never failed to drive him wild. He only allowed himself to pull one of the cups aside to free your breast and take it into his mouth, making you gasp with pleasure as he licked and sucked on your now hardened nipple.

His free hand slipped between your legs to push your panties to the side once again. He teased your entrance with the tip of his now fully stiff cock before pulling you down by your hips. You were so drenched it slid all the way in with ridiculous ease, making him chuckle at the slippery sound you made.

“Poor needy thing, you’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you?” You could only respond with a whine, feeling too heavenly full of him, and began to rock your hips, wanting to feel his thick cock everywhere inside you. “Waiting so eager to make Daddy feel good, that’s it... good girl.” He said with one hand resting on your hip as he tugged on the leash with the other, keeping you in place, allowing you to move only your hips, letting you know that even though you were the one on top tonight, he was the one in charge. He always loved to have his property under complete control.

With your hands clutching the back of the couch, you kept moving as you knew he liked best, at a pace that was not too fast, but steady, rolling your hips every time you sank back down on him. The grunts coming from his throat sent shivers down your spine and made you clench your cunt around him, making him throb right against your sensitive spot. You felt yourself getting close again, every pull on the leash reminding you of your place, and every praise letting you know how good you were at remembering it. You only needed his permission and a hard pull on your bare nipple to send you over the edge once again. “There, let yourself go, that’s my girl...” You lost control of your body, erratically moving your hips on Krennic's cock as the pleasure consumed you, and you wanted more and more and more of it.

Your orgasm had barely faded when Krennic gripped your hips tightly with both hands to hold you in place and began to thrust upwards, fast and hard, punishing your oversensitive cunt right after you had cum. It felt rather uncomfortable and you complained with a whimper, looking into Krennic's lust-filled eyes as yours teared up. “Shh... it’s okay, my sweet girl.” He reassured you with an almost condescending tone. “Just give me another one, you can do it.”

You collapsed on top of him with your arms around his neck as he marked your flesh with his fingers, seeking his own pleasure in your sore cunt. The room filled with slippery and slapping sounds, his cock was hot and throbbing inside you, rubbing your spot so roughly the pressure in your belly began to build up again in no time. There was no way of holding it back at this point. “There it is, make Daddy proud.” He encouraged you by bringing one hand to your clit to play with it with his thumb. And it came even harder than the previous one.

All your senses abandoned you, your eyes rolled back and your vision blurred, unable to feel anything but the director's cock sending the endless waves of your climax all over your body. You were pretty sure that whole sector of the station could hear your cries, but you didn't care, and certainly Krennic couldn’t care less either. In fact, knowing that everyone could hear how good he was making you feel, that those beautiful moans and whimpers belonged to him and no one else, was enough to make him spill himself deep inside you, his own grunts and panting masked by the last remnants of your screams.

Your legs were shaking on either side of Krennic's thighs by the time you were both sated. Your head rested on his shoulder and you buried your face in his neck, never getting enough of that delicious scent of his. He wrapped his arms around your body, stroking your hair as he whispered in your ear what a good girl you had been to him, his cock still inside you.

After a few minutes, Krennic murmured in your ear. “Alright, little one, why don’t you help me get off this uniform so we can have a bath together?” Your answer was barely a whisper through your tired smile.

After that promised bath, where you washed eachother’s signs of your previous pleasure, you cuddled together, naked on the large bed, and his loving, soft kisses on your forehead were the last thing you felt before falling asleep is his warm arms.

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